#maybe you only wanted names and some facts about them instead of a big ass answer

[thisheademptyyeet]

🫵YOU. Tell me about your furry ocs neow

Oh boi, bet. cracks knuckles

I had like two sets of ocs but since I know which ones sparked curiosity on you, I'll talk about the second set, perhaps I'll talk about the first one soon.

Anyways to give some context, when I was like 15/16 years old (beware of the cringe), I had like a project that I wanted to do after I gave up from the first one. The project was a comic called "Blood Moon".

I never got finish it and I don't have any pages because I wanted to have the story all figured out before starting.

The "story" was about an universe were anthropomorphic animals and humans exist together, the humans (as always) are pieces of shit and didn't liked the furries so there was wars, slavery, torture and shit.

At some point it all ended and they live in 'harmony', except that some people still tortured and slaved the furries illegally. Now we have to know about how there's furries both in the city and in the forest, in the city they all live with the humans, have jobs etc.

In the forest there's villages and they're all of single species, like, bears only, wolves only, lmao.

The main focus is a village of wolves, in which Ares and his wife Star are the leaders of said village.

And they had a baby called Luna, a small wolf cub. So cute :[.

Also there will be some design changes through the post since I don't have much drawings to illustrate them. I will point out everytime a different design appears.

Anyways, shit goes down when a group of humans invaded the village and commited genocide and stole cubs, including Luna. They took her to a hidden cabin in which they tortured and sell furries as slaves. (I'm starting to realize how edgy and fucked up this story is, what the fuck... anyways.)

Luna ends up being sold for a man and he "raises" her as some guard dog in which he uses to intimidate and kill people who owe money for him. She grows up and yada yada yada, until one day he tested her limits and she ripped his head off :].

Now, she's a huge ass 1,93 cm tall buff wolf with no one to control her ass (this is why you never mistreat your puppies, they might kick your ass sooner or later/hj).

At some point of the story she runs off to the forest and oh my god what an inconvenience, she found an wolf village! And what another great inconvenience, she also found her parents!!! :0

I forgot to mention but they didn't died in the genocide, they managed to escape and runned off to another area to live, so yeah, these bitches are alive.

And they now have four more kids that they didn't lose, I could explain how they found out that they're all really related since Luna is a lost child, how she reacts about her parents having other kids after she got kidnapped and other stuff about the lore. But honestly, this post is way too long and I dislike this story so I can't stand writing more shit about it LMFAO.

Tho I will say that I erased all of this bullshit and now they all live normally, no more drama. They're happy now and live in a farm.

Also have some memes:

[evilminji]

Actually? You know what would be darkly hilarious?

If, when the GIW can't get ghosts declared both malicious AND non-sapient/sentient? They push for "dumb animals" instead.

Which is accepted. Ghosts are animals. Checks out, says scientists everywhere.

HOW "dumb"?

What? Says the GIW, mid-victory high fives. They did not expect a follow up question. They SHOULD have, as this is the SCIENTIFIC community and that is literally their job, but here we are.

How. "Dumb"? The scientists repeate slower. What methodology did you use? What is your sample size? Are their different sub-species? Is this dimension like ours? Is Ghost the equivalent to Mammal? It says here their are humanoid ones.

What IQ are we talking about here and HOW DID YOU TEST??

A goldfish, parrot, and dolphin are all animals. WILDLY different levels of intelligence. You can't treat them the same. Technically speaking, WE are animals.

The GIW does not like where this conversation is going. Tries to shut it down.

.......well NOW the scientists are both offended AND invested. How DARE you try to push faulty science and hide the Truth from them! They're gonna do their OWN studies! *picks up the phone and dials that one embarrassing spiritualist friend they had in college* Hey! You still think you can summon ghosts? I'll pay you to try it for Science!

And like? As a Ghost? It's degrading as hell. But ALSO these fuckos just Whoopsie'd you into having both protections under the law, since animal abuse IS illegal, AND just put the ENTIRE planets scientific community on their asses.... by accident.

So you take a deeeeeeep breath you don't even need. Remember you're doing this for the little ghost babies and fluffy ghost animals. And show up at a research facility like "yes, hello, I am Ghost. Here for you to poke and prod at. Please ask me to name the object on the flash card or whatever IQ tests do these days."

Should you HAVE to prove your own fucking sentience? No. But? You do it. You're even polite about it. Ask for a copy of the study they plan to publish so you can BEAT some mother fuckers with it. The scientists nod in understanding and use the BIG font for your copy so it'll hurt more.

They've been there.

And just? Shitty people getting what they wanted only to have it blow up in their faces?? I see all these angst "but what if they were declared ANIMALS" prompts and I just?? Are we talking PARROT or goldfish!? One has the average intelligence of about a human 4yr old and the other is a FISH! People get RIGHTFULLY furious when you treat INTELLIGENT animals badly.

And would, in fact, adapt pretty easy to discovering one of said animal has become HUMAN lvl intelligent. It's easy to grasp the idea of human intelligence lvl dolphin or monkeys. Maybe there was some mutated strain, maybe in uetro tampering. Who knows. But if I tried to sell you a human intelligent housefly? Gold fish? Lizard?

You wouldn't believe me. There is some kind of trick at play.

So if GHOSTS are seen as animals? Everyone nods and then later? Someone comes in TV and very excitedly informs you "we found INTELLIGENT LIFE amongst the ghosts!" You'd believe it. Probably be really excited by your conversation starter for the day. Get a taco and move on with your life.

But? Having to willing sit for a barrage of testing? Is going to suuuuuuck so bad. Poor Danny. SATs all over again. For HOURS. At multiple facilities, just to be CERTAIN it's not a one off. All because he not certain he can insure good behavior from other ghosts and This Is IMPORTANT. He ALSO can't be certain it's even SAFE.

Might be a trap.

But if he has to do it again and again and again? Mexico to Bavaria to China to the Maldives? If this is what it takes for the scientific community to bitchslap the GIW into ORBIT before the UN? Hand him that pencil.

He has no where more important to be.

@hdgnj @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation @ailithnight @the-witchhunter

[itadodori]

professor!gojo who could sense your jealousy every time he had a conversation with his coworker, utahime. the type of man gojo was, he’d do it on purpose. just to see if he could get a rise out of you. sadly.. his plans always worked. every single time you saw the two of them talking the only thing you wanted to do was smack both of them, but you couldn’t.

your relationship with him had to remain a secret or you’d be kicked out of uni, and he’d loose his job. that’s the reason gojo loved ticking you off so much.. he knew there was nothing you could do about it.

well.. he may have forgotten the fact that you were one petty woman. you were sick of gojo’s little mind games so you thought why not play along? maybe this would get him to stop toying around with you.

all it took was for you to say one word to professor toji, who was at the top of gojo’s most hated list. when he saw you in toji’s class after hours giggling and wearing that short ass skirt of yours.. he lost it.

toji fushiguro? did you really have to go that low?

“quit the cryin’ already. you did this to yourself.” gojo had you bent over his lap— ass in the air as he delivered a stinging slap.

he’s been at this for hours. you lost count of how many times he spanked your ass, but from the excruciating pain on both your cheeks.. you’d say about over 20 times.

“’m sorry baby.. but you made me mad!” you croaked, hands quickly flying to his as he tried to deliver another smack.

but of course.. he was gojo. so you couldn’t hold him off for too long.

“grab my hand again and im gonna start spanking that pretty little pussy instead..” he found himself slipping his fingers through your folds— toying with your throbbing clit. “would you like that, baby? hmm?”

he wasted no time slipping his fingers into you, yanking your hair in the process, forcing you to look at him.

“who’s pussy is this? better answer me before i get upset pretty girl.”

“y..yours- aw fuck! it’s all yours daddy!” you didn’t notice it at first, but from the position he forced you in, you had a clear view of his neck.

the black ink was too hard to miss. your name, in big bold letters was tattooed on the side of his neck. anyone that walked passed him would see it if they looked close enough. he’d have to hide it during work.

“oh.. you like my new tattoo mama?” gojo chuckled lowly— sliding his fingers out of you just to slam them back in a second later. “i got it just for you.. so everyone can know who i belong to.”

those words alone made your pussy flutter, and you couldn’t stop yourself from getting tighter around his thick fingers.

“g..gojo please.”

he completely ignored your cries as he watched your pussy suck his fingers in, mesmerized by the sight. right now any sense of logic he once had was gone, and the only thing he was focused on was drilling it into your dumb little head that you were his.

“but don’t worry baby.. daddy’s got some other ways to prove his loyalty to you.” you had no clue what he could be hinting towards— nor did you care. right now your body was too overstimulated to think straight.

“maybe i should put some babies in this cute lil tummy.. let everyone know you’re my wife?”

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[agaypanic]

former theater kid as well !! maybe a story about regina with a gf in theater club ?

My Little Star (Regina George X Theater Kid!Reader)

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Summary: Your girlfriend comes to see you in your last high school show.

A/N: depending on which regina you’re envisioning with this, au where everyone has smartphones. post!mean girls regina bc then i wont feel too bad if she seems too ooc. ive been thinking a lot about romeo and juliet lately so the play is romeo and juliet teehee

***

If you had told your younger self that at the end of your senior year, you’d be the leading star in your final show and be dating Regina George, she would’ve thought you were insane.

Yet here you were, getting ready for the opening night of Romeo and Juliet while your girlfriend spam-texted you words of encouragement.

Regina <3

You’re gonna do so good, I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!

I was gonna keep it a surprise until after the show, but I got your favorite 

*Sent 1 Attachment*

Unlocking your phone to respond, you were greeted with a picture of Regina sitting in the auditorium holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. She had a great big smile on her face, her eyes squinting from it. 

Your breath hitched. You knew Regina loved you, but the picture radiated her feelings of pride for you. It made you want to run out and smother her in affection.

Instead, you texted her back.

You

OMG you’re literally the sweetest Regina!!

I’ll be looking for you in the audience lol

Regina <3

I’m sitting in the very center, so hopefully I’m easy to spot

Especially with this giant ass bouquet

You laughed at the message and soon got a tap on your shoulder from one of your friends, telling you places were in five minutes.

You

I have to go, we’re gonna start soon

But I’ll be looking for you :)) 

You waited until you saw a response from Regina before putting your phone in your bag.

Regina <3

YOU’RE GONNA DO AMAZING

BREAK A LEG <3333

DON’T ACTUALLY BREAK A LEG THO

THAT’D BE BAD

I LOVE YOU!!!

Laughing at her stream of messages, you put your phone away and rushed out to your place. As much as you revel in the fact that you had a leading role, you were already waiting for the show to be over so you could see Regina.

***

If you had to choose one, the death scene was probably your favorite. It was dramatic, which was always fun, and you got to stab yourself with a retractable blade.

“What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand?” You took the empty cup out of Romeo’s, whose real name was Jared, stiff hand, inspecting it. “Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?” You dropped the cup in distress, wondering what to do. Then your eyes fell on Jared’s lips, and you had a revelation. “I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make die with a restorative.”

You held his face gently in your hands and leaned down to kiss him. Every time you went through a kiss scene with Jared, you pretended it was Regina you were kissing. The passion seemed more authentic that way.

You pulled away, staring down at Jared.

“Thy lips are warm.” You said brokenheartedly. You were just barely too late. If only he had waited a while longer to drink the poison so you’d be awake to stop him.

“Lead, boy: which way?” You heard from offstage. 

“Yea, noise?” You looked toward the direction of the noise’s source in a panic. “Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger!”

You grabbed Romeo’s dagger and raised it to the audience. And that’s when you caught a glimpse of Regina. Despite the room being dark and her being far away, you could feel her excitement as she watched. You had to stop yourself from smiling.

“This is thy sheath,” You say before shoving the dagger into your heart. You gasp a little and look up. To the audience, you could’ve been looking up to the heavens in your last moments. But you were doing your best to stare into Regina’s eyes that were fixated on you. “There rust, and let me die.”

With that, you fell on top of Jared’s body, doing your best not to crush him as you ‘died.’

The scene continued from there, and you did your best not to move. Your back was killing you from the long show, but eventually, it ended. When you came out for bows, you heard a particularly loud cheer, and you didn’t have to guess who it was. It made you smile even more, so much that your cheeks started getting sore.

When the bows were over, and the cast and crew were finding their friends and family in the audience, you ran to Regina. It was a bit difficult weaving through the crowd, especially in your costume, but eventually, you reached the blonde, who had her arms opened wide and ready to catch you.

“You were amazing!” Regina all but shouted in your ear as she hugged you, squeezing you tightly. “Absolutely showstopping. One day, you’ll be a famous actress.”

“You think too highly of me, Regina.” You said with a giggle, and you were sure that your reddening cheeks were showing through your heavy stage makeup.

You grabbed your girlfriend’s face and kissed her. It was a million times better than pretending you were kissing her instead of Jared when you were on stage. Regina’s hands dropped to your hips, pulling you close against her. When you let out a little moan, you knew you should pull away before you felt like you couldn’t turn back.

“These are for you,” Regina said before biting her slightly swollen lip, giving you the giant bouquet she had gotten for you. One thing about Regina was that she was never cheap.

“I love them.” You smiled, giving her a few pecks.

“Anything for you, my little star.” The nickname made you giddy, made you feel like you were the only ones in this gigantic room. “Now how about you go change, we get some food, and then you sleep over at my house?”

“That sounds perfect.” You kissed Regina again; it was like you were addicted to her lips. “I should go now. If I kiss you anymore, I’ll probably never leave.”

“I definitely wouldn’t complain,” Regina smirked, but agreed that you should go change. She turned you around by the shoulders and gave you a quick pat on the butt to send you on your way, laughing at the way you squealed in surprise.

[wisteriainslumber]

baby twst headcanons

happy mothers day, have some disorganized tiny shenanigans feat. the twst women warnings: ch7 spoilers for draconia family members, siblings lying for fun (borderline malicious behaviour), foul language, and maybe a teensybitoftraumaoopsies

Riddle

if he could, he'd be an outside kid with tons of bug friends

secretly kept a caterpillar pet in a lil terrarium jar until it could fly on its own

he found it while it was raining outside and wanted to help it grow :(

my guy was a sickly victorian child

rarely would three months go by without riddle falling ill

he has dyslexia. without the pressure of having to get everything right on the first try, riddle can kinda enjoy reading now because he gets to learn new words and concepts at his own pace

deep in the corner of his room sits a journal with only half if it filled out. most of the entries start like 'i read a new book today' immediately followed by something like 'i do not understand life'

he actually can't bear to read the contents of the more recent diaries, but he equally can't bear to throw them away (not until he can send his younger self a letter that it will all be okay)

his only connection to other people his age were trey and che'nya

and on the occasions where trey was absent che'nya would 'teach riddle about the queendom of roses'

most of the time he fed him lies and riddle believed him

and most of the time riddle would yell at che'nya for being confusing and not clear enough

you can't just tell him that the hat man haunts him at night then reply with "what hat man?" when riddle asks for clarification

like !!! the hat man you just told him about !! (which gets him a reply of "who told you about?" damn you che'nya)

his favourite childhood memory was going out with them to get matching pins together

he still wears his little crown pin today!!

cats would frequently perch on his windowsill and riddle likes to watch them lounge in the sun and wonder what cats think about

(che'nya claims to know but riddle has never seen the beastman talk to a single cat)

but kitty-speak was riddle's first learned animal linguistic. he would practice by talking to the regular cat by the window

it stopped showing up for a while and then came back with four kittens and riddle smuggled them for a good... three anxiety-riddled hours before telling the cat their babies will be well taken care of with che'nya instead

riddle may had to give up those kittens that day but owning a pet cat will be in his future soon. #manifest

Trey

it was a massive game of follow the leader in the clover household

when mama clover was carrying flour over to the patisserie, you'll see the mini clovers carrying small bowls and utensils to help

easy bake oven user

but he was ass at it

legend says his unique magic manifested at age 10 when it was mommas birthday and he baked a really shitty cookie, so he prayed to the queen that his mum would think it tasted nice and it did :D

his siblings took a bite out of the rest of the batch and wretched very dramatically

had his hands full trying to convince che'nya to not eat the glass he found on the sidewalk because it 'looks crunchy'

in fact, whenever talking to adults, trey never refers to che'nya by his nickname but his entire full name. he just wants you to know!! also che'nya is a nickname for friends and family >:(

trey's room has always been free reign for his other siblings, they treat it like a common room

why? mostly because they don't have permission to do anything fun without supervision but big brother trey can to be their supervision :)) right :)))

the clover household is no longer shocked by che'nyas abrupt presence in their house. he seems to favour a certain corner of the house and most of the material on trey's bed

theres usually an extra set of utensils by their table in case che'nya appears. there used to be two extra sets but.. you know🫠

his siblings started a game of hiding as many rubber ducks in trey's room without him noticing

but after they permanently clogged the pipes of the toilet with their duckies, they switched to ugly stickers all over trey's bicycle

howEVER, it happens to be their bicycle now because trey outgrew it and had to get a new one. have fun cleaning the stickers :D

unofficial designated seats at the table and in the family car. real fights have broken out over the siblings because of these spots

still fears basketballs to this day because his brother threw one and trey happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and he woke up with the wrong accent. oh, and a concussion

Cater

all brands but barbie was ruined for caycay

his sisters used him as a mannequin to practice makeup

he had extremely elaborate revenge plans to pin them on the other sister but would get his ass whooped if he was caught

of course, that never stopped him from being extremely crafty to get out of trouble :)

referring to himself in third person cutely was a learned behaviour for survival™

it never worked in his household but it surely worked with other kids his age

collecting pity points but at what cost

had a girlfriend on club penguin for two months and got publicly dumped on club penguin

banned from club penguin because he wouldnt leave her alone and she reported him

sold off his sisters rainbow looms

those kids that are cognitively gifted such as he thought the people in the tv were trapped in there and then asked his mom if they were also in a tv and trapped

whenever dad worked in the office, cater would sit in the big boss chair and 'help', which meant that he was sorting coins and bills based off colour

he also told his dad to wash the money because it looked dirty on the corners

whenever he and his sisters played together, they'd tried to open the compartments of their toys and cater had so much fun with the screwdriver and taking stuff apart

also owned a joint notebook with his sisters. there would be things like poems, drawings, and the hair of ruined barbie dolls taped inside

cater has his own journal though, and he composes very emo poems in there. all written in glitter gel pen. cater would later look back on these and cringe but the more you read, the more you kinda get into it. it is a tad bit profound... for an eight year old, that is

Ace

demented ass doll player

his version of fun was making his dolls de-limb each other and throw them into a big pit to summon his darth vador figurine

whatever in-game ace is, that was his brother except he was significantly worse

my boy ace was the number 1 victim of big bro trappola

ate brown paint chips, which was 'chocolate' according to his brother

was locked inside the bathroom while his brother whispered bloody mary into the walls

sat through horror movies to prove he was a big boy and shit his pants when his brother recreated the jumpscares in the middle of the night

until he got a little older and started outsmarting him

now the trappola brothers team up to terrorize everyone else

its a competition for the brothers to compete over who can spoil the plot of which movie first

weaponized the slap bracelets

sucked milk out of plushies. no i will not elaborate

he's a jump rope champion! and it carries over to those skipper hoops as well

he does prefer the skipper hoops over the rope simply because there are um... ankle shattering consequences if you miss a jump, which meant it was perfect for sharing with the neighbourhood kids! gotta keep those stakes high, ya know?

tried to do a lot of magic tricks to impress papa trappola

made his brother take him to the amusement park and big bro got MAD tips because everyone thought ace was so cute, and quote unquote 'an angel'

like NO HES NOT???? if only big brother trappola knew ace picked up his charisma from him😭

Deuce

grew up with 80s movies, he thinks every that happens in those movies are true stories

he was always presented with old gadgets to 'fix' so its now something he can do pretty well; restoring old devices

the kids his age thought he was like wayyy too old fashioned, like born in the wrong generation

bike kid. if he wasnt inside he was on wheels

he kept a barbie doll in his bike basket and always made sure she wore her helmet (she was the bike guard)

slept with eggs and held them in his hands hoping to hatch a baby chick

thinks teachers live at the school

super sweet child. he's the first at the other kids' side if they got hurt

at the same time he is the biter kid. especially on fathers day

loves reading stories with grandma. whenever she came over, he would bring her a book

he'd also stick around the kitchen and try to see what she was doing. he thought that maybe he could learn to cook a few things by himself so they had more time together

in times like these he would be internally angry at his father because?? grandma is always working, mum is always working, fuck that guy specifically.

easter is his favourite holiday. his family have a tradition of egg painting and deuce used to hide caramel candies in them because grandma liked them

best helper kid around. will hold the dustpans and stuff while Dilah was sweeping

knew the names of all the trucks his mum drove and also a lot of the mechanical part names

had a habit of accidentally breaking things like clocks so he learned quickly how to fix them back up

his grandma takes him shopping for stamps so deuce can send mail to his house, addressed to his mum

Leona

parkour child

bounced all around the palace, climbing the trees outside and everything. gotta keep those claws sharp

before his father fell ill, the kingscholar family used to have lil picnics with Kifaji outside

without fail, leona would always find the highest seat or a nice sun rock to rest upon

unconsciously, even now, leona finds immense comfort in sun rocks

followed his brother around everywhere

when he couldn't catch up, Falena would give him piggy back rides while he was going about his day

asked him many questions bc hes curious about the world

would ask him difficult questions he already knew the answer to just to see Falena struggle lol

whenever tiny leona got tuckered out, his brother would carry him back to bed in lieu of the servants

leona insisted on sitting in the conference room with his dad to gain insight on how kingdom affairs were run

papa kingscholar agreed since it would be good exposure for them, and leona was the one who took notes, Falena would point out the participants at the table and quietly introduce them to leona

ruined the lives of people he played chess with. imagine being bested by a nine year old in chess. the shame.

after Falena got married, leona shifted his studies from maintaining amicable kingdom relationships to medicinal research and ancient curses

the palace staff thought it was out of malice, but leona wanted to focus more on the properties of magic now

(and also, well, based on the new target on his brother, his new sister-in-law, and his nephew, there can never be too many precautions..)

even when he was a tiny child he did whatever he fancied

his servants may have told him that tending to a servant's hair was below his stature but that only made him sneakier when making tiny braids in Kifaji's hair

git gud g

Ruggie

another crafty child

aye, when it depends on your survival, you learn to use those legs of yours to run like the wind

even worse he was a small ass child so he was hard to find

snuck into schools and pretended he could talk to ghosts and charged the kids a quarter to talk to a ghost for them

mental math god. from multiplication to geometry and time, ruggie knows the most efficient ways to get the job done, as well as a few backup plans

would sew up little felt dolls for his neighbourhood friends

left the house to do a bunch of odd jobs and picked up quite a few languages, which meant even more jobs all around, and now he has some pretty unique talents

like, he can preform acrobat tricks! and he can also paint a house upside down. oh, and he can travel quickly on one foot! (don't ask)

oh yeah, ruggie had a huge slime stand

he would make so much slime and sell it off and it made mad bucks but he also absolutely hated slime. what a good waste of detergent and glue, honestly... >:(

and people wanted them different colours and with charms and the like. at least it was a thriving market, but ruggie cannot stand the sight of slime ever since he retired from the slime scene

really liked rubiks cubes because it was like painting a little puzzle. also, when the children got bored of it, they would try to detach the squares and put them on the faces they desired

it was so funny to watch because they will use the oddest tools and tricks to dislodge the squares (like tying a shoelace around a square and trying to tug it off like you do with baby teeth)

ruggie also made lots of origami as seasonal decor :D his grandma really like the flowers and birds he would fashion

this IS canon but i want you to know that he would take the neighbourhood kids and rotate the group around houses in different costumes to get more halloween candy. everyone stan ruggie

Jack

he has younger siblings so his sense of justice was in his personality wayy back then

got to be an exemplar big bro for them💪

whenever they were playing castle, jack was always the princess because his sister wanted to be the heroic knight

if you asked jack, he would say that his sister only wanted to be the knight as an excuse to beat the shit out of his brother

wanted piercings but couldnt get them pierced so his sister gave him sticker earrings

they did not work nor stick very well but he loved him

let his siblings bite him, it seems to be their preferred mode of affection

sometimes they will wordlessly enter his room just to bite him and chill

often had playdates with vil when he was home

jack still doesn't quite know what the difference was between all these water brands vil was showing him but the spirit is there

oftentimes vil was alone in the house so the two played grown up and cooked by themselves

vil had told his dad that they were married because jack would come over and had sleepovers a lot

jack has a big green thumb. he wanted to plant a garden but he started with succulents first because they are notoriously hard to kill

by now he's ready to advance but every time he goes to get different plants, he comes back with more succulents haha

the plants under jack's care are happy enough to bloom flowers, and he gives them to his mama

if vil learned a spell, he would teach jack and vice versa. the BIGGEST supporters of each other. friendship is magic, guys

the first time they learned colour changing spells was an entire mess and vil was bawling in a panic by the end of it because they dyed Eric Venue's favourite couch bright blue and didn't know how to reverse it

jack wanted to call vil's dad to tell him but he ended up calling the wrong number and thought they were in trouble so he ended up bawling too

whenever vil wasn't in the class, no doubt jack is going to question his whereabouts

oddly, jack and neige have never interacted and only found out about vil being their mutual friend well into their teen years

Azul

like ruggie, was a master hider

unless he wants to be found, you will never find him

learned how to read earlier than kids his age because he wanted to prove he could spell big words to his mama

he may have cried a lot as a kid but do you know what that means? FREE black paint!! SUCK IT, PLEBS.

my boy was an astounding artiste, its why hes so creative with getting his way

azul is a visual learner, and always finished books a little slower because he REALLY analyzes all the pictures like downright dissects it

his grandma suggested art as a way to express himself while also making sense of the world around him

even though he thinks his old drawing of him and the twins is outdated in terms of his skill level now, he has a sentimental attachment to it and keeps it in his room always

trading trinkets was a common thing between the trio aka the twins would pop by

mama ashengrotto adored the twins bc they adored azul('s mom that is)

also inherited a beautiful singing voice from mama ashengrotto. he and his grandma would bond by playing the piano and singing. sometimes, they'd do a little show at his mom's restaurant

red hair was seen as very attractive in the coral sea and he very regrettably colour-magicked his hair

it was not the shade he wanted, but he was curious on what was, so with the many complex spells he learned at his age, he experimented with different lengths, colours, and styles until he restored it back to its original form

there remains one surviving picture of his red hair and it is kept in his stepdad's wallet (because its the only place azul wouldn't look!)

no azul is not aware pictures of his redhead era even exist

Jade

loved to weave necklaces and bracelets using shells and plants

gave a lot of necklaces made of sharks teeth to his family and azul because those are valued good luck charms!

it might also be because he loved to hunt sharks but he pretends thats not the reason :)

wandered off all the time and floyd always had to drag him back home before night

hes a curious boy, wanted to explore everything around him, especially the dangerous places

child leashes don't work in the sea but im sure mama and papa leech would have loved to have one anyway

was the main reason why he and his brother have separate rooms

too many petty "stop leaving your mess on my side (of the room)" and hissy fights had mama and papa leech mad

things definitely settled after they had separate rooms

sometimes if he got into trouble he would pretend he was floyd and sent his parents off to look for "jade"

highkey never worked but it never stopped him from trying

started a new method of using tears and his parents were more lenient with him after so he realized he can get away with things if he shed a few tears

he can cry on command and this is his primary weapon if scaring people off didnt work

will then pin it on the other party as if he didn't enable the fight

straight up told floyd lies growing up, that the pufferfish would crawl inside his ears when he sleeps, or that floyd was 'allergic' to seahorses, or that in order to get an angler mer to go away, floyd had to use bioluminescence

this carried over to land as well except jade didnt know whether his words were true or not he just straight up made things up

was also a very very sickly child. got ill extremely easily and is much more sensitive to temperature or water pressure changes

esp during pollen season? jade is gonna lose those lungs he just acquired from sneezing and coughing

Floyd

grade A hoarder

he sees something he likes? he's bringing it back home

unlike at NRC, the twins have separate rooms so the entire space is filled with a bunch of floyd's knickknacks (its why jade is always mad)

as soon as hes done playing with one he's found something else on his swims so his room is 80% things lying around

and when jade stole said knickknacks claiming it was his turn to play thats when floyd suddenly claimed that mermaid doll (that he highkey forgot existed) was his prized possession

back off jade thats his property😡

when he was younger, he loved looking and behaving exactly like jade, but as he got older he valued being his own person instead of an X2

is actually legitimately the older sibling by a few minutes and deliberately decides whether its his privilege or not whenever he can

but as soon as "because you're the oldest" is said he claims that none of them are older because they were born on the same day

to the outsider, it sounds like floyd is feeding jade a heap load of bs, but he likes gathering trivia and wording it so it *sounds* fake but really isnt

like that seahorses give birth via baby explosion

one exception to this rule is that floyd is constantly changing the story of how he met jade

one instance it was that they found each other, another was that some kid kept begging him for food and that later their mom said that was his sibling, other times, jade had allegedly died before floyd used his awesome magic to revive him

most of the time floyd tells jade that a whale shat him out and whatever came out of it looked so deformed and floyd thought jade was so soppy pathetic (in a cute way) so he brought him home

jade never tries to refute nor confirm any of these allegations but when the last story gets told he's always a little more passive aggressive with floyd that day

Kalim

sickly victorian child #2

its from all the poison attempts

and as a result he may or may not have tried mithraism so maybe its worse than we think😭

allergic as hell to bug bites too like someone please give them a electric racket

hide and seek is banned from the Asim household

at that point in his life, kalim had a good 6-7 siblings and letting them loose in a big household AND telling them to hide is a recipe for disaster

it was almost impossible for him to get in trouble too because no one was about to scold the heir of the house

workers of the Asim palace were absolutely not going to scold him and his parents had like fourteen other more rambunctious younger children

but don't be fooled, kalim is a very good seeker when it matters! he can spend hours focused on finding something important, so those hide and seek games were banned for a VERY good reason when kalim was out at night searching and didn't return the next morning (meaning he got childnapped)

oh, whats a little kidnapping but a minor setback? hes fine and in one piece, the doctor triple-checked! anyways, who's ready for another round of hide and seek??

every now and then, kalim falls victim to the good ole' midnight hour and kitchen scissors hair disaster. no, no one learns

the birds and random animals in the Asim park (that's right, his private park..) all have names and kalim visits them often to befriend them

he's learned around a total of eight languages and he will personally translate (with jamil as the scribe) his own books so he can teach his younger siblings

even remembers all their favourite hobbies, genres, activities, etc, etc

the Asim children all have one thing in common and that is their love for bubbles, but who doesn't?

kalim spends time in the nrc lab to create the perfect bubble solution with big, long lasting bubbles. trust.

remembers faces, names, and even birthdays very well. you can always bet on kalim to wish a servant or one of his tutors a happy birthday!

to kalim, having someone know your name and be happy to see you is very important! so he wants his loved ones, guests, and servants to feel appreciated, especially on their very special days :)

Jamil

has the immune system of god he has survived all of the flu seasons without catching it himself

he and kalim played in the bird houses often

taught the parrots a bunch of silly words and phrases

Najima taught one of the parrots to only refer to jamil as 'stinky'

he and Najima claim they look nothing alike even though kalim and everyone else insists its true

the two siblings fought over particular hairbands while sitting next to an entire selection of them💀

Najima loved to fight over things that jamil wanted first just for the victory

yeah, even in childhood jamil never got a break. as if the universe would give him that

we all heard the silly goofy story of jamil shuffling around under a vase thinking he was all sneaky and shit. he has many more stories like this

such as climbing in trees (he only got stuck twice!), wrapping himself in cloth and slithering on the ground (very conspicuous!!), again, draping himself in fabric and trying to blend in with the walls (with a 50% chance of success) etc, etc.

he is SO good at hiding and has so many secret spots around Asim palace, trust him.

Najima?? literally sent him a picture of curry for his birthday to celebrate. the two constantly send each other a bunch of pictures of random rocks, disfigured trash, and all sorts of unsavory things with the caption 'look its you'

while other servants were renovating Asim palace, they told the kids not to run around, because someone could crack their head if they fell off the ladder/the ladder fell on them

so, like the curious kids they were, jamil, Najima, kalim, and a few of his siblings camped around the construction zone waiting for someone's skull to break

its just morbid curiosity, they weren't wishing ill upon anyone

Vil

'don't carry me! i can walk by myself!' but in a way to convince his dad to pick him up

loved being carried around but would never admit to it

partook in many sweets as a kid even though he limits himself now

had a tradition with neige to make hot chocolate every thursday after school. in the warmer seasons, they switched to making their own fruit juice with the blender

from whole kiwis, to sweet potatoes, and ginger roots, it evolved to throwing random things in the machine to see what kind of funky juice would be made

our dear Eric Venue thinks this is so cute he has no problem with it as long as they dont waste food and clean up after. it would be a good habit to learn

plus vil looks so happy because he thinks operating a blender is such a grown up thing to do

1000% ate things he wasn't supposed to

the lipsmacker smelled so good though :(

when he failed a spelling bee and didnt want his papa to be disappointed in him the most logical thing in his seven year old mind was to eat the test

ripped it up and munch munched on the paper

and that had been his primary solution to bad grades until he was able to get in a good study technique (that, and his stomach rejecting the paper)

HORRENDOUS handwriting and it was because he tried to trick himself into being left-handed for a good portion of his life because the Beautiful Queen was left-handed >:(

also had trouble with enunciation from learning very big words. Eric can understand him but a bit of speech therapy and musical training helped

(if you're lucky, you'll still hear hints of it when vil's extremely sleepy)

often made friendship bracelets with, like, no one to give them to

traded a few with jack because vil taught him how to make them. jack thought that they would be a nice thing to give to the rest of his family, and made a few for vil in exchange

Rook

you think him crawling around on the dirt was a recent thing? hell no this was a learned childhood behaviour

he may not have had a bow back then but he had rocks and a will to play

and by will to play i mean he would pelt a lot of things with rocks

his old teachers had to placate him by teaching him how to skip stones on the lake for every one else's safety

only members of his own family were willing to play hide and seek with him

mostly because he is a terrifying seeker. you hide in the bushes and not two seconds later you hear those loud ass military grade boots stomping in your direction

ik no one wanted to play hide & seek with his ass. he only got worse after he developed his unique magic

helped paint his family's nails bc he had such a precise hand

its probably the nail polish fumes that made him this way. among 10 million other things

you know how kids would give each other cards and lolipops on valentines day?

well, on heart's day, rook would have drawn a picture of all his recipients and attach a cool leaf or flower to it

its very adorable and extremely thought out. his old recipients still think of him to this day (real)

rook had very nice penmanship even at a young age. he started by replicating his fathers handwriting and liked the flow of cursive and flair of a signature (rook has made a lot of personal signatures for himself)

had a wax stamp phase where he would dry out and collect a bunch of flowers and presses to make wax stamps

he still is crazy about wax stamps but now he can carve his OWN presses with his OWN knife 👍👍

made homemade twisttube videos at home with his siblings. they range from movie scene recreations, lip sync videos, or full on original scripts

be assured that the costumes, lighting, acting, and editing were rather top tier for their age, and it is because rook's family is exuberant like him (all cutie pies!!)

Epel

mud pie maker

he and the chickens in his village go wayyy back

didn't need animal linguistics to understand the clucks

uhh hey did anyone else have the experience of having pet chickens and then having them disappear and reappear on the dinner table??

im not saying it happened but im also not saying it didn't happen

he does brush his hair. the only reason he hates it when vil brushes his hair is that he feels like his scalp is getting scraped off

the only way to get epel to bathe was to use those three-in-ones because he would never sit still

those children that get dirty thirty minutes after you bathe them. sigh

overlined his lips with his ma's lipstick because ma used it to look nice before going to sell their produce, and epel wanted to help with sales this time. you can probably guess what happened after

the dislike for cosmetics is lifelong

(he did apologize by picking a handful of dandelions for his ma)

adrenaline junkie through and through. as soon as his legs were long enough to touch the pedal, he'd be operating the forklifts and in no way was it safe or responsible

fed the birds with seeds meant for their garden. they were hungry :(

fiddled around with the stray instruments on rainy days, now he can play in perfect harmony during celebrations with his relatives

epel has perfect pitch. destined for pomefiore all along <3

epel did not fear bees. he has potential for being a beekeeper but he didn't want to wear the bee suit

learned how to read and write very early in because he wanted to help out around the village. epel put checkmarks to confirm shipments and things

a bunch of his drawings are hung around the home

'helped' his grandma Marja knit by using the needle to stab the ball of yarn she needs to hand it to her

Idia

banning him from anything was impossible

locking your kids away from the cookie jar would work for anyone but idia. and not for the spiteful reason you think

makes him want to do it more because its interesting enough to stimulate his genius little brain

at that point he doesn't even want the cookie anymore

doing mental gymnastics to exploit loopholes. having a remote controlled airplane fetch him a cookie isn't going against his parents' word because technically he never touched the jar at all

which leads to extremely specific rules established in the shroud household

some notable ones include "severed limbs are only allowed in the staff freezers on halloween" and "no hacking the automated showers to chase down staff member C for thinking Premo are cuter than ortho"

his minecraft boyfriend broke up with him after they built their house together

it doesnt end there though, it never does. ortho took control of the pc to burn down the house and idia also got them banned. never underestimate the rage and revenge spirit of a child scorned

you know that thing about a devil and an angel on the shoulders? well, ortho was 90% the enabler for Bad Behaviour

and mostly because if idia was thinking of doing something, chances are, ortho was already doing said something

the S.T.Y.X staff often with the brothers were usually roped into playing video games and were happy to listen to whatever the boys felt like talking about

idia would bring new inventions to them and play a guessing game of what they think the function was

ortho stunk really bad at building things from scratch, but he was pretty good at memorizing the names of the parts to help idia

idia would ask the staff to take them to the observatory often. they would learn all about the constellations and idia liked to chart how they changed through the seasons

Ortho

his parents mostly had him because idia always got too creative when he was bored and thought having a new baby in the family would help idia fix up his behaviour, you know, be a good role model for ortho and all

... turns out, ortho would be pulling idia into all sorts of mischief. and worst of all, he ALWAYS GOT AWAY WITH IT.

he is tiny but mighty

lots of attitude in this little body

his favourite word was 'why'

him and idia had new nicknames for each other all the time

some of the time they were just kid things, most of the time they were a prize

whoever clears the extreme level with the highest score gets to make the other call him a nickname of their choosing

his received nicknames included such like "cosmic warrior", "lord of the shadow realm", and "the almighty" (when he beats idia's high score... after 5 losses in a row that is)

has no problem hacking the main S.T.Y.X system then blaming it on the employees for having weak security (some bs like 'im six and managed to break into the most secure network')

im sorry but i can't deny it. yes, ortho is an ipad kid and yes his ipad was disgusting

except ortho actually does listen to cyber security and he didn't have the passcode lock, he had the password lock, and it was changed every other week

(idia has accidentally locked the ipad on several occasions trying to guess the overly complicated password)

insane attachment in the sense that he will make up some bs reason (AND a forged research paper to further solidify it) on why he can't be separated from idia

if he were actually surrounded by children his age, just know ortho would've been the biter kid

weaponizes his cuteness just like jade but in a more ^^🌸 way

in these cases he will only refer to himself in third person because it pulls the most heartstrings

tugging on idias sleeves and telling him "ortho wants a cookie" had yielded better results for him than "i want a cookie"

and ortho is nothing if not a very smart boy

Malleus

fully believed that eating the seeds of watermelons would cause one to grow in your stomach

grandma Malificia found it too funny to correct him and to this day malleus still believes it

1/2 contributor to lilia's hairstyle. whenever lilia tried to make him take his bath he would spit fire

(until lilia let him play with the bubbles that was)

when he was a little kid and knew he was in trouble, he would hide in all sorts of places and pout

except he sucked at it. his hiding skill was between "if i dont see you, you cant see me", or his tail would be poking out behind the couches

usually the servants would turn the other way unless it was an emergency. because if malleus was found by anyone but the Queen or lilia, he'd have a toddler tantrum (he thinks they gave up on him)

spent most of his early days finding comfy nesting places or hunting for shiny things. there was nothing but Instinct in his little noggin until he could transform into a bi-pedal form

every day, without fail, he would get his horns stuck in something and throw a fit over it

testiest kid to ever test. when you tell mal he can't do something he'll do it bc he wants to understand why he can't do it

wanted to help grow the roses in his garden faster by summoning a thunderstorm that lasted three days and three nights

whatever tantrums you think malleus throws now are the most mild ones in his entire life

a younger malleus would summon entire hurricanes unknowingly and he would screech and babble in old fae tongue

a non-briar valley resident could easily mistake this for a demon summoning, but this is a normal tuesday in the palace

TRUST, malleus' temper is the tamest ever in the entire draconia lineage

the palace staff actually thank the witch of thorns for her mercy because this tantrum only burnt the entire east wing of the castle to the ground. the young prince is so tame !!

Lilia

straight out of a horror movie, this one

has the long dark hair and only wore long white dresses to really complete the look

loves walking around bare foot to connect with nature. that dress will be smeared with mud, fur, and berry juice (that were always red or purple tones, to everyones horror)

you all have lilia to thank for the inspiration to this horror trope

im talking wandering around in the dark, glowing magenta eyes, which appear red at times

sits SO still when its story time and the story is ancient curses and tomes

was also the kid that claimed they had a ghost friend and that his peers were being mean to "billy"

and no his family was probably the exact same way tbh

the fae are sturdy and lilia went without supervision for days

its quite a normal thing in his household

lilia would be fighting real ass ghosts in diapers and his mom would be cheering him on

the streaks are not from a goth phase but it was more of a 'the fruit juice in cranberries make really nice paint did you know??'

he also really loves tomato juice and it happens to be pretty too, so, why not?

it was originally red streaks but faded and he liked the pink better

one day he packed his bags and told his parents he was going to live in the afterglow savanna and his mom straight up joined him in packing

i like to believe that lilia did have edible food as a child but the army just ruined his tastebuds for Ever bc at that point, food was only a substance needed to live, it didn't have to be enjoyable

yeah, anyway it would be super funny if lilia's parents were good chefs, but lilia legit cannot tell the different between salt, flour, and white glitter

lilia was scooped up by Malificia mostly for his skill but it really turned out to be a glorified playdate for Meleanor

the princess was a mENACE and lilia could take her thunderbolts a bit better than the rest of her servants

(meaning that lilia was the only one that wouldn't be screaming bloody murder, he just would be hella mad and Meleanor thinks his audacity is funny)

Silver

lilias method of feeding him was waterboarding him with milk and that does not come without consequences

although lilia would go out often, its safe to say that silver was never really 'alone'

lilia would have a magical beacon on him at all times even if mal was babysitting, and he appreciates that the wildlife took a liking to silver

speaking of, silver had no concept of stranger danger no matter how much lilia told him so

every time malleus would come over silver would ask him to play murder mystery with his dolls

his first word was an attempt at malleus' name

they played together a lot it was really inevitable

helps worms and snails when it rains by helping them get under tree stumps or grass

played with axes & garden shears (thanks lilia)

2/2 contributor to lilia's hairstyle. and by that i mean he gave lilia a haircut with garden shears (that lilia fully encouraged so silver could 'build his repertoire of skills')

at this point lilias hair length was more of a liability since his sons loved to tug on it and one had a penchant for burning it

take your eyes off silver for one second and he's gone. he saw an ant, a bird, a cool statue, etc etc

loved all the fairytales lilia read him and always asked to be read the ones where true love reigned

him and malleus ran off together (more like mal whisked silver away) everywhere to play and explore

mal loved to show silver the most random things and he would always speak to him like a grown up

would often protest at the end of the day because he didn't want to part ways with him

their earlier conversations looked like mal was listening to silver say something profound even though all silver could do at the time was babble in toddler language with the occasional 'tar-tar' (no one knows what this is but malleus insists that silver is telling him he's hungry)

Sebek

beat the shit out of rocks with sticks

in the colder seasons, and and silver would find rocks or big ice pieces to smash on the ground

poor dude grew up confused as heck. lilia tells him lots of things, and he goes home and his parents tell him a different thing

complained about going to the dentist so much that now silver knows so much about the teeth structure of fae

his siblings love him so much, they're always doting on him and pinching his cheeks and that's why his smiles are so big and nice (real)

refused to eat anything on a fork. he hated the taste of metal

much preferred to use chopsticks. learned because he was a Big Boy now (he is one) and can help himself!!!!

unexplainable hatred for felt fabric. he used to melt all of his felt puppets in the water

him and silver dug a hole in lilia's backyard thinking they could make it to the shaftlands

they didn't make it to the shaftlands, but they dug too close to the river, so the hole filled up with water

and while silver panicked, sebek straight up burst into tears thinking the hole was going to drain the river

also burst into tears one halloween where lilia was dressed up and claimed he was the river spirit and didn't know anyone named sebek

ate a dog treat at some point but silver and malleus also joined him (not before malleus trolled sebek by saying he's going to turn into a dog now)

sebek was so distressed that he dragged malleus into it that he questioned his entire life because he loved playing with sticks. did he eat a dog treat earlier in his life???

when questioned, sebek told silver he didn't need to worry about the dog treat because he already drank milk like a puppy anyways (referencing the milk waterboarding, of course)

anyways, this incident ended in a stick-sword fight and malleus got a bonk on the head from lilia for his instigating

this is where sebek learned it btw. silver developed a thick skull because sebek is ALWAYS bonking him on the head for not knowing things he deems 'everyone should know'

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[crusty-chronicles]

Yu Yu Hakusho Men Reacting to Receiving Flowers

Synopsis: How the men of Yu Yu Hakusho react to receiving flowers and if they'd get you some in return 🌺

Yusuke💥

He pretends to be offended, but honestly it makes his heart melt

The fact that you went out of your way to actually buy him something makes him feel special.

Doing it just because without expecting anything grand in return.

If you give him flowers in private, he puts up less of a fuss.

“I'm not sick or anything, you know. Besides, you could've just plucked some weeds instead of spending so much money.” He says after (not so) begrudgingly taking the small bouquet from you.

Already knowing they won't last more than a week in his care. But still trying to hide the heat rising to his cheeks.

But if you give him flowers in front of his friends, namely Kuwabara, he makes a big show of it.

“What am I? A girl? Or did you just wanna take on gardening, because there's no way in hell you actually got me flowers.”

You end up calling him a jerk before leaving.

And he feels really bad after.

Despite his tough guy act, he genuinely does care about you and hates to see you upset. Especially when it's because of him and his big mouth.

So he shows up later to your house with an even bigger bouquet of roses.

“I'm sorry for being an ass. I didn't mean it I just…didn't want- Well, Kuwabara would never let me live it down.” He tries to explain.

But you weren't buying it, judging by how you still hadn't opened your door all the way. So he tries to apologize again the only way he knows how.

“I'll take you out wherever you want for a week if you let me in?” He says hopefully.

“That's not enough. You really hurt my feelings today.”

“Two weeks. And I'll buy you flowers every day. Your favorites~ sunflowers.”

He keeps true to his word and makes sure to always accept whatever you gift him with a huge smile from now on.

No matter if it makes him look like a softie or not.

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Kurama🦊

He's thrilled

Will point out and explain what every flower means.

What each part of the bouquet symbolizes

Please buy this man red roses

As cliche as they are, they symbolize love. Your love.

And he can't help but be smitten by the fact.

He's not the slightest embarrassed whether you give them to him in public or private.

Even if the others tease him for it, he'll just come up with a witty remark to shut them down.

“Maybe they think you're a girl after all,” Yusuke said, followed by another taunt from Kuwabara.

“His delicate features got to them.”

“What a funny way of saying the two of you have never thought of getting your partners flowers before? You do know Valentine's Day is coming up right?” Kurama shut down.

And the both of them start racing to the nearest boutique. Pushing and shoving each other out of the way.

When you gift Kurama flowers, they don't wither away within a few weeks.

Instead he'll use his demon energy to keep them alive for years.

Might even plant some of them to make a new bouquet for you in the future.

All in all, it's one of the few gestures that makes his heart beat just a little bit faster. And he cherishes each and every bud.

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Hiei ⚔️

He could care less tbh

He isn't all that familiar with human gestures, so he doesn't know what to make of it when you present him with a bouquet

“Are you taunting me?” He asks.

And you have to explain to him that sometimes humans like to gift flowers to their lovers as a way to show affection.

He personally thinks it's a waste of time and energy. A few weeds that shrivel up and die within a week are supposed to symbolize your feelings? Why waste your human currency when he can just show you affection through his actions. i.e. watching over you.

He tells you as much too, but the second he sees you deflate, he quickly snatches them up.

Grumbling out a ‘Don’t start sulking like a child. I didn't say I rejected your little gift.’ And a ‘Next time don't bother. Come to me directly.’

Hiei will only receive your flowers in private.

You will not be able to catch him in public to give them to him.

In fact, he rarely goes out during the day. Preferring to wait for you at home.

He will also not mention it to the others and trusts you'll do the same.

Your relationship is private, and he prefers to keep it that way.

While Hiei personally doesn't see the appeal of giving flowers, he knows you do.

Which is why you wake up one morning to see a single white orchid on your pillow

And he'll deny it was ever him that left it there.

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Bonus Jin🌪️

The purest of bois

He's absolutely ecstatic when you give him flowers

Like Hiei, he doesn't understand many human gestures. But it's the fact you're giving him something that makes him so happy.

You could probably give him a rock and he'd have the same reaction

He eventually asks you why you brought him flowers.

And when you say it's because you love him, he's practically jumping with joy. Picking you up in a strong hug and swinging you around a few times before placing a smooch on your cheek.

“You've got me ears wigglin’ and everything!” And sure enough, the tips of his ears are jittering about in excitement.

He'd like to return the favor and get you flowers just as beautiful however-

“We've got a few pretty plants in demon world, but they'd probably bite your head clean off. Woosh! Just like that.” He explains.

He settles for bringing you little wildflowers whenever he has a chance to visit instead.

He's a little fascinated to find out there's meaning behind each flower.

He just figured they were pretty and that's it.

When you tell him a baby’s breath (which he thinks is an incredibly weird name for a flower) means long lasting love, he swears he can feel his face warm.

So he tries to find you flowers that hold meaning too.

The color red always seems to mean love, so most of the flowers he gifts to you in return are that color.

He's just an absolute sweetheart all around 🥺

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 💘

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 10: Bear

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Derek and Peter Hale groaned as they waddled off the beach towards their car.

Just moments before, the two werewolves had been toned men researching some strange disappearances in the area. Locals would say that men would go and visit the infamous Bear Beach, only to be never heard from again.

Peter winced at the odd feeling of his beefy arms resting atop his lats. “I’m just saying, Almighty Alpha,” he sneered in Derek’s direction, “that maybe there’s a reason the place was called Bear Beach.”

Derek just grunted, not used to the way his rotund, hairy belly jiggled with every step he took. “I thought it was just a name…” he grumbled under his breath, a growl barely detectable.

Peter scoffed and gestured back towards the shore where loads of beefy hairy men lumbered around clumsily, as if they were learning how to walk. “That didn’t tip you off?” he huffed. He wanted to argue more, but instead tensed up as a slight breeze wafted over the two of them, his chest hair being billowed by it.

Derek gritted his teeth as he tried his best to ignore the tingling the breeze caused on his nubby nipples, making his cock start to stir in his tattered shorts.

The very second Derek and Peter had stepped foot on the elusive Bear Beach, they’d immediately felt themselves beginning to change. The first thing the werewolves noticed was the way their jaws had sprouted thick beards, soon followed by hair covering the rest of their bodies— especially their chests. Before either of them could even think to get away from the beach, both of their bodies exploded with flesh. Muscles inflated, but were quickly engulfed by a thick layer of fat that seemed to be centered on their new guts. Their shirts had ripped to shreds, showcasing their massive, pillowy pecs that were capped with large and sensitive nipples. However, their big bellies seemed to be the focus of their growth, making it look as if both of the werewolves had swallowed yoga balls. Derek and Peter’s guts protruded out in front of them, obscuring the view of their own lengthened cocks that dangled crazily as their widened thighs rolled over each other with every step. Even their backs had widened as their large arms puffed up, giving each man a roundish, yet muscular, appearance.

The two werewolves had been turned into total bears simply by stepping foot on Bear Beach.

As soon as the shock of their transformation wore off, Derek and Peter were alerted to the fact that every other man on the beach seemed to share their shocked expressions— all of them looking down at their own massive, hairy form in confusion.

Now the two bear werewolves waddled back to their car, trying to get the hang of moving around with large thighs constantly colliding with one another.

“We need to figure out a way to fix this,” Peter grunted as he poked at his big belly. “I don’t think any of my designer shirts will fit.”

“You poor thing,” Derek snorted, freezing as soon as he heard a loud rip and his shorts finally gave way to his thickened lower half.

The tattered fabric fell to the ground, revealing the alpha’s thickened cock that was at least nine inches and about as thick as a soda can. Not to be outdone, his large hairy ass had ballooned to an exaggerated size, looking like two fuzzy basketballs were strapped to his back.

“Damn it!” Derek roared as he stomped his foot in frustration, flinching as the movement sent a ripple through his massive butt, gut, and pecs. He blushed like crazy. “L-let’s just get out of here.”

The bears lumbered towards Derek’s Camaro, but they had a hard time squeezing their unwanted bulk inside.

Peter, being the smaller of the two, had an easier time, but he still struggled. He wasn’t used to the feeling of having a large gut resting on his lap when he sat down, and he was annoyed at the way his seatbelt completely disappeared between the crevice of his hairy pecs.

Derek had a much harder time. It took all of his cunning to wedge himself into the driver’s seat. He had to shove the seat all the way back, and even at its furthest, his furry belly still pressed against the steering wheel a little bit. Whenever he gulped in a large breath of air, his gut would push out slightly and tap the horn, making him cringe. Worse was that whenever he turned the wheel, his beefy arms would brush against his nubby nipples, making him stifle a moan. It was obviously that his bulk turned him on despite himself, as his humongous cock stiffened and began to bob out at an angle due to his large belly.

“Hopefully Stiles can figure out a way to fix us,” Peter moaned, squirming in his seat as the car’s A/C blew over his mountainous pecs, feeling like someone was running their fingers through his chest hair.

“Yeah,” Derek grunted as he accidentally jostled a nipple again, “…or maybe we can squish him between our bellies first?”

[hcfiles]

The PR stunt with the latest PR (used as a diversion) adopted many strategies present in the other PRs. But, I want to call attention, not exactly to strategies, but, to the reasons they have been adopting them. For so, I need to point out a fact.

But, before the fact, I need to say you won't like nor accept what I'm about to point out, 'cause it threatens your belief and the adoration (not admiration) you have for him, which makes you blind. But, once you realize it, this circus becomes weak, unsuccessful and loses its meaning. And NV will lose her latest popularity.

He was expecting just one more PR stunt as many others he had done before (Lucy, Gina, KC and you name it). But, someone made him a fool and used it on behalf of NV. Did he end up getting sexually involved with some of his PRs? Maybe. He thinks these deals are also a way he can bang women safely, without further headaches. For me, it's a glamorous way to practice prost****"***on.

She became the main character for having this intention all along (what he didn't realize until he was trapped) and that led to this shenanigan damage control, which he had a choice to avoid, but preferred to accept. - That shows how his moral standards work.

The entire time, NV was used as a shield, a cannon fodder, a diversion and a tool against fans, in exchange for a blue check mark on IG and easy popularity.

As the reaction they had of the PR stunt with her was overwhelming compared to their expectations and they had lost control of the idiotic fandom, damage control was imperative. The PR had already started her own self promotion and they thought that ending the plot would cause him much more damage. The Me Too Movement could accuse him of misogyny.

But, the strategies used to regain this control was to provoke animosity among his fandom. First, to keep a part of it believing his persona and also, to use this part against the others, who they called haters, toxic and accused of jealousy. They intentionally, put fan against fan, so a part could do their dirty damage control job.

Many fake fan pages and fake chats were created to influence and manipulate you. Pages started blocking and reporting each other. Many were the pages using NV as a target and diversion. She, actually, put herself available for that to save his ass. This was partially predicted and expected by whoever was supporting her, planned this PR stunt and had a certain control of his social media (with his consent).

The goal was to confuse and gaslight, to make you believe he was out of job, fired by TW production and not being called to big and iconic roles. Being out of service was a strategy. This way he would continue as a victim and that would motivate you to fight and ask for him in social media, to campaign on his behalf.

The rumoured articles about his behavior on set or against women were planted to generate algorithms, commotion and make fans fight for him so he could regain your sympathy.

That's why he has been avoiding social media and has only been in cameos and accepting insignificant roles. The goal now, is to recover the credibility of his old image, but slowly. Making you believe he's being unfairly treated by the industry is a strategy. This way, you would ignore his lack of morality while priotizing escorting.

But, continuing silent, with dubious and contradictory comments on interviews, such as the one about his IG being fictional and playing the fake paternity plot is not helping. On the contrary. Instead of damage control, he put more fuel to fire and discredited himself.

It is clear you are here to make his likes and algorithm grow, most, to portray him as a victimized boy used by a slut and rejected by the industry. That's a fallacy! That's why he's into and in agreement with everything. He needs to deceive and recover the fandom he despised back there.

Well, the problem with all this damage control was that they not only threw the PR under the bus. They threw him! They had the intention to cause rage against the PR so he would be protected, not criticized for his lack of morals and seen as her victim. But, the rage not only was directed to her, but to him, reasonably!

HE was the reason for all of this circus. This PR stunt was to boost his image as straight, self-confident womanizer man. But, it had a mandatory change (as damage control) promoting the PR as a diversion. It is IMPOSSIBLE to believe his team didn't see it coming. And I believe whoever is behind this PR plan had that intention all along.

He not only ended up being used by this woman and her troupe, but also exposed as a coward liar and hypocrite. Maybe this trap was a Me Too Movement set up. He lost credibility and the respect of fans. By accepting this damage control strategies he put himself in the place of a guy who sees his fandom as a step.

Fandom has been immorally manipulated, gaslighted and used in this dirty damage control. He's slowly trying to go back to the old AVATAR, expecting his fans will forget and ignore the fact he sacrificed them for spotlight, vanity and fame.

He staged this indecent plot, accepted the immoral strategies, is using a fake paternity as self-promotion, to promote movies and a woman .....let's say, of a bad reputation, to avoid being honest, to avoid accountability and afraid of the gay rumours and The Me Too accusations.

The fact is he's not the AVATAR you sigh for. Yes, "he's gorgeous as a God, sexy as hell, sweet as honey" (something I saw on an IG page). But, that's a mask. This self-confidence, moral, good family man AVATAR doesn't exist. He may have a few features of the AVATAR, but, he's not it.

This AVATAR is a character to gain your sympathy, your love and adoration so he can be famous, rich, make you ask for him in every movie and spend your money in box offices. He's giving the fandom a big f**k. So, before defending his integrity ask yourself: Was this circus dignified?

"Dignity comes before fame. Dignity always comes before fame". His words on a podcast. So, where is that dignity now?

[lv-iceprince]

Okay, I'll combine both astrology and a writing request in this fic.

Lee Know's Scorpio Venus and Virgo Mars to me indicates he has a corruption kink and would love the idea of having a inexperienced partner that he can mould into pleasing just him.

Can I please request a piece where it's the reader's first time?

Thank you xx

Bubble Pop!!!

pairing~ lee minho x fem! reader

genre~ (s)

word count~ 2.5k

synopsis~ he should have air fried the boy when he had the chance. maybe then he wouldn't have tried to hit on you. sure, hyunjin didn't know that you and minho were dating but that doesn't stop minho from taking your virginity then and there ... or the one where he illustrates your body with scratches to remind you who you belong to.

rating~ mdni 18+

featuring~ protected sex (a big sexy yes), pwp, minho and his corruption kink, loss of virginity, guided masturbation, guided pillow humping, minho has a thing for y/n's ass, dirty talk, dumbification if you really squint, minho fucks y/n on hyunjin's bed, sexy shadows and fairy lights.

a/n~ the fact that my first writing request is perfect, like thank you so much for requesting such a concept. i went insane writing this. i have been reborn. this is the most graphic thing i've written so to my new followers i'm sorry lol.

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Minho's lithe fingers were webbed with ecstasy as he trailed his hands up your heated skin, a sweet hum disguising his true intentions.

"Now tell me, do you have a boyfriend? With the way you were showing off in that little dress I highly doubt it." Even if it was against your better judgement you didn't know what else to do besides spread your legs further apart.

There was no way in hell that any of the guys knew you were taken, how could they when neither of you confirmed that you were dating. In there eyes you were Minho's best friend turned roommate, so why wouldn't Hyunjin shoot is shot?

Hyunjin would never fully comprehend how big a mistake it was to let his hand linger too close to your ass while he invited you over for some wine and a good time; that would only become apparent when he retired to his room to find cum-stained sheets and your perfume on his pillow.

"Min, I swear I was about to reject him, you know I would never do that to you."

Minho clicked his tongue in mockery as he snaked his hand into your underwear. Siren eyes met doe eyes as he noticed how caught off guard you were. He wanted to comfort you and say that he wouldn't break you, but that wouldn't be the entire truth. He wanted you to fall apart in his hands so that he could build you back up, most of all, he wanted you to scream out his name on Hyunjin's bed.

Even though his hand was restricted by your cotton panties he didn't make any attempt at sliding them down your leg, the cute ribbon that adorned them was his weakness.

You had expected him to pick up where he left off, fingers sliding against your tight walls, instead he came down to toy with your clit. Positioning himself to hover above you he leaned in to brush your hair to the side, coercing you with a string of kisses across your clavicle.

He had wanted to do this ever since you became his roommate. At first he thought you were his angel but it was all apart of your charm. You were kind, thoughtful and sweet but like all of the most heavenly angels you were the devil in disguise, even if you didn't realise it.

You may have been a virgin but there were moments where Minho was sure he caught you slipping. The way you would eye his bare chest after he had a shower, the way you were in awe whenever a sex scene came on tv-he could only hope that you were imagining his touch.

But the thing that truly broke him was the many times you would walk around your apartment wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties, not to mention that you always seemed to prefer his shirts over your own. The slight bruises littering his lower lip were a reminder of the times he bit his lip so hard that a speck of blood started to pool, your virginity remained intact while his sanity quickly went down the drain.

A harsh blush coated your cheeks as his member hardened beneath you making the rough denim scratch harder against your thigh. "I didn't know you felt this way." Minho didn't look up at you this time, far too preoccupied with your breasts and the fact he could see your hardened peaks through your bra. "I feel a lot of ways about you, I want to do so much to you jagiya." For a split second you caught his dark orbs before they fell behind his dark bangs. The look in his eyes was unlike anything you had ever seen before, it was full desperation.

Your head fell back, a silent beckon for him to continue exploring your body. "Little y/n always making my life so difficult, keep panting like that and you'll make me cum."

His taunting was the encouragement you needed to buck your hips into him, whining at the pressure on your clit. Minho's fingers froze in place depriving you of your release. Gripping his upper arm you pushed yourself against him, assuming his nerves got the best of him. "Minho that felt so good I want you to keep going." Minho chuckled at your neediness, responding with words dripping in sin.

"But I don't want to be bad, not yet, so how about we play a game? I want to see what experience you have, I have a feeling you know how to put on a show."

Minho approached Hyunjin's pink velvet office chair and wheeled it to the centre of the room, sitting down he leaned back to cross his legs. He took in the sight before him, you half naked, head resting on a soft pillow as the fairy lights danced across your skin.

"Open your legs sweet thing I want to see all of you."

You parted your legs, displaying the wet patch that started to form. Minho sat in awe at the way your arousal was dripping onto the sheets beneath you, luckily his dark jeans hid the fact that he had made a mess of his own.

Even though he was fighting against his own lust he grinned at you and clicked his tongue in faux mockery. "I bet you taste so good." Minho smirked as he noticed more slick trail down your leg at his words. "Well if that's the case I think you could do without your cute underwear, take them off. They're no use tonight anyways."

You already felt exposed however, you hung on to each of his words as you removed the soaked material. For a split second you thought of throwing them at him, a silent cry for him to hurry up and fuck you. But instead you tossed them to the side, awaiting his directions.

"I want to get this over and done with so be a good girl and listen to me, you can do that for me right y/n?" You nod, ever so obedient for your boyfriend.

"Open your legs a bit wider I want to see all of you." You brought your hands up to your face, hiding your ferocious blush. "Don't hide, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"How about we start simple, use one of your hands to tease your entrance." Bringing a hand down you traced your folds, wincing when your fingers nudged your clit. "You're doing so well y/n, now finger yourself, remember how I shoved my hands down your pants earlier, I want to see you recreate it." You clenched your eyes shut, trying to remember the way his fingers rubbed against the walls of your aching cunt. Using one hand to spread your folds you inserted a finger, confused as to why you were still so tight. It wasn't long before you worked your way up two fingers, you were about to add a third before Minho interjected. "Grab that pillow, it's time for part two of our lesson." Getting onto your knees you reached for the closest pillow, getting a sample of Hyunjin's cologne. You brought it in front of you, awaiting his next order. Part of you knew what he wanted from you but there was no way he would ask you to do that, surely.

"What are you waiting for, don't be shy."

Somehow, for someone so unfamiliar with this you liked being so exposed to him. It was as if he was seeing more than your naked body, he saw the side of you that was begging for his touch since day one.

Straddling the pillow you arched your back at the sensation of the cool fabric against your heated skin, the embroidered patterning of the pillow barely brushed against your clit.

"That feels good doesn't it?" Nodding in response you moved forward, but that wasn't enough. No matter how much you moved your hips back and forth the jolt of pleasure barely revealed itself. "Min- this isn't enough, I need you." "No you don't." "I want you, I need to cum please." "You can have me after you cum."

Despite his harsh words his tone was the most gentle it had been that entire night. "I will always be here to please you but I know you can do it. Try rolling your hips towards me. The wave of pleasure that over took you after more desperate rutting was intense, something in your lower stomach snapped as your shaking arms gave out, your legs were barely holding you up as you gripped onto the sheets beneath you. You couldn't even comprehend the string of curse words you shouted, you were barely there.

Letting you catch your breath Minho pulled a condom out from his back pocket and sat near your side, his hand resting on the your back. "You did so well y/n." Pulling the pillow away from you he waited for you to finish coming down from your high.

"You're all fucked out, do you still want me? We can do this another night." Even if he sounded so gentle it felt like he was mocking you, there was no way you would give up on having sex with him tonight.

"I'm not going home until you fuck me Minho."

Minho walked you to the end of Hyunjin's bed "Bend over." Once you had done so Minho's hands trailed up your sides and stopped at your hands. Treating you as if you were his own personal doll he gripped your hands and brought them up urging you to grip onto the beams of the canopy bed. Minho tore the foil packet open, rolling the condom on.

"I'll try and be gentle jagiya, but if it's too much I'll stop as soon as you say vanilla." Minho kissed your neck anticipating the way that you would arch your back, he was already far too familiar with your body. "Just focus on the lights and relax." Looking straight ahead you ignored the twinkling fairly lights, instead becoming fixated by the shadowed silhouette of you and Minho that was cast onto the wall.

His cock prodding against your entrance made you wince. While you were trying to compose yourself yet again Minho entered you without warning, you couldn't prevent the gasp that escaped your lips. Minho pulled you in closer pushing himself deeper, your walls clenched around him, he just hoped you could feel each vein and curve through the condom. He wanted you to remember each part of him, you didn't need anyone else, he was the only one who could bring you this much pleasure, not Hyunjin.

"M-Minho." Your chest was heaving as you tried your best to relax, despite how foreign this feeling was. There was no way you wanted him to stop, you were a big girl, you could handle it.

"Y/n I hope you know that you're mine, no one else gets this sweet pussy."

If you weren't clinging to the bed your hands would be holding onto his hips, begging him to go faster, but all you had was a shaky voice that told Minho that you were about to start sobbing if he didn't fuck you like he meant it.

"Y/n you better stop me now I won't be able to control myself." Your eyes were glistening with tears as you answered him "I don't want you to control yourself, I'm yours Minho, take me." Lust was clouding your senses, you weren't even fully aware of how needy you sounded, just seeing his form through a shadowed figure cast on the wall wasn't enough. You needed to see him like this every damn day.

Minho pulled out slightly before thrusting back into you, he was telling the truth, he wasn't planning on holding back. His pace was quick and the sound of skin on skin turned you on even more, there was something so raw and passionate, it was strange but this had to be what love felt like.

"Minho, I think I'm close." "Already? But I was just getting started." "It just feels so good, I don't think I can hold it," Before your boyfriend could make you cum for the first time he stopped, much to your dismay. "Minho not now, I'm sorry I was playing with Hyunjin please, I want to cum!" Placing a kiss on your cheek Minho slapped your ass, immediately rubbing the red mark. It was hard to tell where the shadows cast by the lights started and where the faint bruises on your hips ended.

"Stop being dramatic y/n, stand up." You turned around to face Minho, even in the dim lighting you could see his eyes sparkling for you. Minho cupped your face in his hands, holding you so that he could gift you with a heated kiss. He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you.

"I think you can put all that practice to good use." Letting go of you Minho removed his shirt, finally getting to his jeans he removed them and reclined back onto the bed.

Wasting no time you straddled him, sighing as he pushed inside of you. Instead of being tight and awkward your body invited him in. Parting your legs further you rolled your hips into him, repeating everything that you had done to defile that pillow. Minho gripped onto your hips yet again, but this time he traced over the bruises as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

The way you were rolling your hips just the way he had liked it, the way you were begging him for more. He knew he had something that the others could only dream of. Angling his hips fucked into you hard, his moans becoming one with the creaking of the bed.

He met a spot in the deepest part of your body, brushing against it, once or twice or was it three times? You had no idea but the way his tip brushed against you sent you straight to your own personal heaven. "Minho, I'm going to cum again, make me cum, I want it so bad." The way you had fallen apart on top of him was everything he had ever dreamt of, there was no way you were going to find a better fuck. Not even Hyunjin would make you feel like this.

Your walls clenching around him was enough to drive him over the edge, pulling out of you Minho came on your lower stomach.

The white streaks on your abdomen and the dazed look you wore was heaven, even though he felt like he committed the sin of ruining his angel. Pulling into his arms Minho kissed your cheek, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. It hadn't taken long for sleep to overtake you, cuddling into Minho you were too far away to even acknowledge the desperate, loving words he whispered to you, ones laced in sin. Even if that was the case you were conscious enough to know the gravity of the entire situation. There was no way you were getting over Lee Minho.

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[pant--eater]

I've seen plenty of autistic Wallace headcanons (DESERVED because that man is Autism Incarnate. He also gives me low empathy energy, which makes me happy because it's so rare to see low empathy heroic characters in media 💖)

and I've yapped a lot about autistic Mr. Tweedy before, so now imma throw to the table the girl with croissant hair

🥕🥕Autistic Lady Tottington 🥕🥕

hyperfixates on vegetables. Girl dresses up as a carrot for the fair and has a whole ass fancy royal greenhouse dedicated for veggies. Queen shit 🎉 Hell, all of her outfits are somehow nature inspired and I hc she sews many of them herself! :> Ask her about growing them, fertilizing and reaping, and she will NOT shut up. (also yes my Willace hc still stands that after some first inital difficulties, she and Mr. Tweedy become besties who infodump to each other about veggies and apples respectively <3)

Just like Wallace with cheese, her safefood and continual samefood is vegetables. She was that rare child who always ate her greens LMAO and preferred them to candy

Animals and caring for them is absolutely another hyperfixation point!! Her mansion after the movie's events becomes a bunny haven and she grows rabbits, both as pets for herself, and to give them away to people that she trusts would be caring owners

(more under cut)

She also has a soft spot for other creatures too that are seen as pests or otherwise disgusting, and will always be open to adopting them instead of letting them get killed. Such as rats, cockroaches, ants, possums, raccoons, you name it.

(in fact Nick and Fetcher have more than often crashed in her place LMAO, pretty much using the mansion as a midway resting location, during their big trips to the mainland from Chicken Island. And I imagine they would at some point tell Ginger about Totty, which makes Ginger and the chickens wonder that maybe not all humans are evil to animals!)

Totty has a very strong extreme moral drive, and stirring away from it upsets her to the point of tears. (protecting innocent animals and getting rid of pests in humane ways, no matter how dangerous the situation gets. It does get irrational sometimes but she just can't bring herself to see any sort of critters in pain 💔💔💔💔THIS LADY HAS A BIG HEART OKAY???) She tries her best to make Lord Victor bend to that and be kinder to animals, even if that asshat is a lost cause.

The videogame adaptation also mentions she is a vegan, so she def gets massive discomfort from eating anything animal related

Her kind and forgiving, sentimental nature sometimes makes her stress herself out and put her energy to people who don't deserve it. It's clear that she is not happy with Victor, but she stays and tries to make it all work with him, because she wants to believe she can change him and bring out a kind man in him. (Girl please, your "I can fix him" game is off the charts) And she only dumps him for good once he crosses a line and tries to kill Wallace. Heck, maybe she does not have many genuine friends, also due to her noblewoman status being intimidating to many :( And that's also why she stayed with Victor, and it wasn't until meeting Wallace and Gromit that she was able to get out of the toxic relationship.

Victor clearly sees her as naive and annoying for her autistic quirks and personality during the movie, and is only after her because of her status, money and looks. Reducing her to a trophy. If that ain't a relatable autistic experience I don't know what is

In my hc universe she does not get romantically involved with Wallace. I know Aardman likes to shiptease them as canon and I don't have a problem with it, it's cute! I just personally prefer them as platonic friends, especially since the Were-Rabbit movie subverted the "love triangle" and "nice guy gets the girl" tropes where the whole punchline was that Totty in fact did NOT marry Wallace after him pining for her the whole movie, and it was so refreshing to see. Especially since Wallace was not upset at all about being rejected!! We stan a king 🫶🫶🫶

The whole scene of Totty going "I have caught feelings for you" was, in my hcs, Totty being comphet :''') 💔💔💔She has grown fond of Wallace because he is the first man in a long time who does not treat her like a pretty prize like Victor. And poor Totty, being the affection starved girlie that she is, who also has grown in a heteronormative British noble society, thinks that it means automatically romantic feelings. PLUS she is very touchy and affectionate when it comes to interacting with people she likes, so it's easy for people to mistake it for romantic interest

Either way she and Wallace are very good friends with autism 2 autism solidarity, and THIS SCENE LEGIT MAKES ME SO HAPPY, Totty showing her appreciation by copying Wallace's stim <3

[naughtyneganjdm]

On the Run - Chapter 2

Summary: Y/N's birthday party doesn't go as planned as shocking discoveries and big events sends her night into a tailspin.

Characters: Joel Miller (The Last of Us), Negan (The Walking Dead), the reader (OC, third person), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47007172/chapters/118549708

Warnings: Swearing, super angst, heavy touching, etc.

Notes: This is a longer chapter, but there is a lot of action in it and lots of things going on. Thanks to anyone that is reading this!

After their dinner together, Negan took Y/N home to see that people had already set things up for her party. Even though her father wanted nothing to do with her, she assumed that he helped set up the party because he only wanted the best of the best to be seen at his home. When people started showing up at the house for her party, she started realizing that many of the faces that were showing up she barely even knew. The people that came were here for a party and not to celebrate her special day.

That fact alone made things rather mundane for her and depressing. Considering how she felt today, she wished she would have just arranged a small get together with the people she did love and care for. Instead she let her rage for her father rule her decisions which only made her feel worse. Really she wished she could have just been meeting Joel’s daughter tonight like she wanted to. Maybe that made her a weirdo, but after almost two years of having the relationship they did, Y/N thought what she had with Joel meant more than it actually did. It was saddening to know that something she put so much passion into made her feel so bad. It reminded her that Joel hadn’t gotten her a gift for her birthday and he hadn’t even bothered to write her since they separated this evening. It made her wonder if what happened at his office today was the end of their relationship in general.

With so many people getting drunk and being plastered she didn’t feel like drinking. Getting drunk would only make her drown in her sadness even more. So after being harassed about a dozen times from strangers asking her why she wasn’t drinking she just pretended she was. Holding a glass made people believe she was partying too which made them leave her alone. With how bad she was feeling, alcohol would only intensify things for her and she wanted to avoid feeling worse about things.

“There you are!” a voice boasted from beside Y/N from where she was sitting by the pool in the backyard of her father’s massive home. Music was booming, people were surrounding her partying and having a good time, but Y/N would be lying if she said she was having a good time. All that was on her mind was all the time, energy and effort she wasted into the relationship that she put into things with Joel. Gazing beside her, she saw that it was her best friend Poppy kneeling down beside her. “Babe, how much have you had to drink?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N didn’t want to be honest that she hadn’t drank at all. Poppy was the life of the party and if she knew that Y/N hadn’t been drinking she would insist on Y/N getting absolutely wasted. And Y/N didn’t feel like doing that right now. Which meant she had to lie to her best friend. “Too much.”

“I have someone that I want you to meet. His name is Jamie. He’s a soccer player, huge cock. It will make you forget that boyfriend immediately,” Poppy pointed off in the distance toward where a group of people were and Y/N immediately waved her hand in the air to dismiss the suggestion. “Come on girl. It’s your birthday and you’re just depressing the hell out of everyone here sitting here and sulking. Have sex. Enjoy yourself. Do something to have fun.”

“I don’t want to,” Y/N insisted sitting up on the seat that she had been stretched out on. Gazing back over her shoulder, she could see that at the back of the crowd Negan was leaning against the house surveying over the party. “If I had sex with someone, I wouldn’t want it to be some random ass stranger. But I truthfully don’t want to have sex with anyone right now.”

“You know, you were a lot more fun before you started dating that boyfriend of yours,” Poppy pouted, folding her arms out in front of her chest and by the way that Poppy was slurring her words together, Y/N knew she was drunk as a skunk. “You had no problem partying then.”

“Well, I want different things in my life now than I did then,” Y/N realized that she had grown up in the last few years. When she was younger, she thrived on the idea of pissing her father off by being a mess. Now, she just wanted to be something more. Her own person. And she wanted to be happy. She thought she would get that with Joel, but after today she wasn’t sure that was going to happen.

This environment used to be everything that Y/N enjoyed because it helped her forget the life she was actually living. It fogged her brain enough to help her forget that she had a shitty family where people didn’t really care for her except for her money. So partying and having fun was where she felt like she belonged, but the closer she got to being on her own, the more she realized it was just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Poppy was her best friend and she loved her, but she was pretty sure they wanted different things at this point. Finishing her degree off with a good grade appealed to Y/N and college only meant awesome parties and environments for Poppy.

Deep in her thoughts, Y/N was still watching Negan keeping a close eye on the party. Eventually in time, his eyes connected with hers and she felt her heart rate quicken. When Negan saw that she was staring out at him, he smirked and waved his hand giving a bob of his head. Even in her woes and sadness, the sight of his dimples sinking in made her smile and she lowered her head down. “I’m not the same as I used to be.”  

In their small interaction, Poppy had noticed the unspoken moment between Negan and Y/N making her gasp out and place her hand in over the center of her chest while she stumbled as she moved forward toward Y/N.

“Are you hot for Negan again?” Poppy wondered reaching out to smack her hand over Y/N’s shoulder making Y/N wince. “How long are you going to let that flame go on? How many times did you try to hook up with him in the past? He was too afraid of your father to hook up with you.”

“That’s not…that’s not why we didn’t hook up,” she immediately shook her head setting the glass down on the ground beside her. “He was married Poppy and he loved his wife. I don’t think he gives a shit what my father thought.”

“Everyone cares what your father thinks,” Poppy responded taking her time to gaze over the party that was taking place. “You’re just being so boring tonight Y/N. If you want Negan to fuck you, just go ask him. I’m sure he will since you said his wife died. Maybe he needs a pick me up fuck as much as you do babe.”

“Poppy,” she let out a disgusted breath hearing her friend laugh and shrug her shoulders. Poppy was eying over Negan from where they were seated and Poppy tipped her head from side to side. “What?”

“If you don’t ask him to fuck you, I will ask him to fuck me,” Poppy vowed making Y/N groan and stand up from the chair that she was in. Even the idea of Poppy attempting to jump the one person that Y/N had steady in her life grossed her out. Pulling herself up to her feet, Y/N felt Poppy quick to follow her and she held her hand up in the air to distance herself. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m just saying he’s a total babe. The older he gets the hotter he gets. I know you have a thing for the slightly graying daddy type.”

“At least I have a type, as opposed to someone who will fuck just about anything,” Y/N cringed seeing the amused expression over Poppy’s face.

“You act like that’s a bad thing. I see that as an opportunity to try a little bit of everything that is out there,” Poppy reached out to squeeze over Y/N’s shoulders not taking offense at all to Y/N’s little snarky comment. “If you tried it once in a while, I think you’d be happy.”

“I’m good,” Y/N assured her knowing that the last thing she needed right now was more unstable relationships in her life.

“I’m just saying honey there are so many people here for you and you’re stuck in your own head,” Poppy urged her to look around the party. What Poppy saw was the opposite of what Y/N saw. These were people that weren’t here for her. She knew that.

“The people aren’t here for me. They are here to party and for the free booze,” Y/N claimed with a half laugh and a shake of her head. “Let me go inside and sober up a bit. Then I’ll come back out and try to mingle with some of the people here.”

“Good,” Poppy reached out to give her a big hug before gazing back over her shoulder at the guy she was trying to sell off on Y/N earlier. “If you don’t want him…”

“He’s all yours,” Y/N nodded her head in the direction allowing her friend to bounce off after her newest exploit and Y/N headed back toward the house. Heading away from the party, she stepped before Negan seeing the way that he smiled out at her. Placing her hand over the center of his chest, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I’m pretending to be plastered. Please save me and get me out of here for a while.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan gave her a wink catching her when she feigned being drunk. Hooking his arm firmly around her waist, Negan led her toward the house to get her out of the big crowd. When they got inside, she pointed in the direction that she wanted him to go leading them to her bedroom. Once they were inside, she locked the door and went over to drop down on top of the bed letting out an overwhelmed sigh. Negan stood beside the bed for a moment before doing the same to lay down beside her. It made her look over at him and he gave her a big cheesy smile. “Why are you running away from your party?”

“I’m not feeling it,” she answered dropping her hand down beside her on the bed and she felt Negan’s fingers hooking with hers while they stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom together. It was quiet, but the sounds of the music outside were still booming and she groaned. “I only did this party to piss off my dad but I think he enjoys these things more than I do. I didn’t even want a party.”

“You should do what you want with life Y/N. Pretending to be someone you aren’t isn’t the way to do things,” Negan whispered making her squeeze her fingers tighter around his. “Just do whatever you have to do to make yourself happy.”

“That’s the thing Negan, I don’t think people would enjoy the real me. I thought I was special growing up, but I’m really not. I’m just some rich guy’s daughter. And truthfully, I don’t even know where my father made his money. I think my dad is actually a really bad person, but I never started to question it until recently,” she explained turning to look at Negan seeing that he had been watching her while she was talking. “My mother left for a reason, right?”

Negan said nothing, his eyes shifted and she nodded her head, “Yeah, I thought so.”

“I don’t know everything about your father Y/N. My job is you,” Negan reminded her knowing that his silence made her believe that he was confirming for her that her father was a bad person. “I just know normal people don’t need a bodyguard to watch their daughter’s every move. Even if they are rich as fuck.”

“And now he’s running for governor,” she mocked her father with a bob of her head and sighed when she slid in closer to Negan so she didn’t feel so awkward being alone. “Maybe I’m just like him.”

“You’re not,” Negan denied her claim almost immediately, his deep raspy voice drawing her attention. “You were questionable as a teenager, but you’re a good person Y/N. You want to help people. You care about people. You want to better the world not make it yours. With your father, I want to believe that he’s good even after some of the questionable things he has done. With Lucille and the cancer, he gave us a sizeable amount of money to help her after he told me that he wouldn’t give me a loan. I think he just wanted to look like a badass shithead in front of Simon, but…”

Negan heard the sound of Y/N’s breathing changing and she sat up in the bed confusing him when he did the same, “What is it?”

“Nothing,” she waved her hand in the air dismissively and he sat there for a minute thinking about her response to what he was telling her about her father. Something seemed to be circling in Negan’s mind when he turned to look at her with his right eyebrow arched. “What?”

“Was it you?” Negan cleared his throat watching the way the color drained from her face and he slid back, his eyebrows furrowing with a sense of emotions she couldn’t read. “You’re the one that gave us the money?”

“I heard you talking to my father about Lucille’s cancer and I knew how much you loved her,” she alerted him to what she had done seeing the way that his hazel eyes got bigger. It was something that she never wanted to confess to him but hearing him giving the credit to her father was just hard to hear because she knew her father was an asshole for denying Negan originally. “When he told you no, I wasn’t okay with that. I had seen my father give money to so many people that were undeserving. You had been taking care of me for so long and Lucille deserved the best care. I just lied and told my father I was taking an expensive trip. Went and stayed with Poppy for a while. That was the one time I could get away with things because you weren’t constantly on my ass. So I was able to lie then and get away with it.”

“Why…why didn’t you tell me that?” Negan searched her eyes seeing that she was getting upset and he didn’t understand why.

“Because I couldn’t save her for you,” she whimpered making a breath catch in Negan’s throat. It was when Negan’s eyes teared over that she had to force herself to look away from him. “They say money can help anyone, but she still died. I couldn’t save her.”

“You’re not a miracle worker Y/N. She had pancreatic cancer,” Negan pointed out watching her move over toward the window and he stood up from the bed following her not far behind. “The survival rate for that is incredibly small. But what you did do extended her life. With that money I was able to make her comfortable. We had more time together alone so I could be with her. That money helped us. I just wish you would have told me.”

“It doesn’t matter where the money came from,” she concluded hating that money was such a big deal in life but she knew it was. It’s why she didn’t see giving Joel money as a problem when he asked her. Sometimes giving someone money would help save someone and she was hoping to help people instead of taking from people like her father had likely done. “I’m the daughter of a piece of shit Negan. If he turned down helping you and your dying wife who knows what else my father has done. I can’t escape the sins of my father no matter how hard I try. I couldn’t even help your wife. I can’t make people fall in love with me. I think my father just hangs over my head and he will be there for the rest of my life.”

“Hey,” Negan turned her to face him seeing that she was actually genuinely upset about this whole thing. Cupping her face in his hands, he shook his head and traced his thumbs over the sides of her face. “Your father does not define you. People might make you think he does, but he doesn’t. You are your own person. Your heart is so fucking big.”

Lifting her head up, she could see that Negan’s eyes were still damp making her heart break. The way he swept at the tears over her face made her pulse leap and she felt a lump growing in her throat. With the closeness of the two of them and the way he was staring down at her she felt a chill flood her body. “You can kiss me.”

“What?” Negan smirked thinking that she was joking at first when he pulled his hands away from her face and slid his hands into his pockets. The way he pulled back and away made her face flush over and she let out a defeated breath.  

“God, I am so stupid,” she huffed, moving over toward the bed to drop back down on the side of it. Grabbing the pack of cupcakes that Negan had gotten for her, she popped open the container and peeled back the wrapper on one of them to take a big bite. “Why the fuck would you want to kiss me? I’m sorry. I’m so fucking dumb right now and I’m misreading all the signals.”

“Y/N…” Negan sat down on the bed beside her, reaching out to place his hand in over her shoulder in what she assumed was his way of comforting her and turning her down. Before he could say anything, she took what was rest of the cupcake and shoved it into his mouth surprising him with the gesture making his hazel eyes grow wide. Attempting to chew what she had shoved in his mouth, Negan tipped his head back and saw the way she smiled when he spoke with a mouthful. “What the hell was that?”

“I felt like whatever you were about to say would have made this whole thing awkward, so I stopped you before you did,” she clarified making Negan snort and reach up to try to wipe away at the frosting that was left over his face. “You missed a whole lot of it.”

“Oh?” Negan felt her leaning forward to wipe at his short salt and pepper colored beard in attempts to collect the frosting. A gasp fell from her throat when she felt Negan smearing some of the frosting that he had on his fingers across her face. “You’re welcome.”

“You dick,” she hissed going to reach for the tissues that were beside her bed, but the sensation of Negan cupping her face in his hands was felt when he led her mouth to his. It felt like the world stood still when Negan’s lips claimed hers in a long draw out kiss that made her eyes to close. Leaning forward closer to the kiss, she enjoyed the way that his thumbs stroked at the side of her face in a comforting sweep. The taste of the cupcake still lingered over his lips and when she pulled away, she took notice of the way that Negan’s eyes stared down at her lips. “Wow.”

“Not bad for a first kiss,” Negan dragged his thumb across her bottom lip, his eyebrows bouncing up before a wicked smirk tugged at his lips. “Although, it was a bit too fucking sweet for me.”

“Oh, ha-ha,” she picked up on the fact that they had frosting still over their faces knowing that he was making a joke.

Going to speak up again, she was silenced by his lips covering hers again and she kissed him back this time enjoying the way that his fingers stroked through her hair in an intimate fashion which took her breath away when she pulled back to look him over. Negan’s eyelids were heavy, his breathing loud while the warmth of it drew chills down her spine. Pushing forward she kissed Negan’s lips, her hand settling in against the side of his neck. Parting her lips, she felt the warmth of Negan’s tongue brushing against hers making her whimper into his mouth.

Sinking her fingers into his hair, she sucked faintly at his tongue and leaned back onto her bed using her free hand to pull him in over her. Carefully Negan followed her movements and braced his weight on his hands when she palmed down in over the side of his face. Nuzzling his nose in against hers, Negan was careful when he laid in over her making a loud exhale fall from her lips.

“There is so much more to you than you think there is,” Negan whispered tracing her bottom lip with his thumb and she pressed a faint kiss against the pad of his thumb. Taking his thumb between her parted lips, she nibbled at it before tracing her tongue over it. “Y/N…”

Curling her fingers around the back of his neck, she led him back to her for them to kiss and she felt her body getting hot all over. Kiss after addictive kiss left her wanting more so when Negan pulled back, she felt her body shaking, “You’re a good kisser.”

“Thanks,” Negan smirked, his nose wrinkling in amusement. Reaching for a tissue, Negan helped to clean the rest of the frosting from her face before wiping at his own. Tossing the tissue he stared down at her and sighed while he stroked over her features. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

A surprised breath fell from his throat when she placed her hand over the center of his chest to give it a small amount of pressure to get him onto his back. Crawling in over him, she heard his nervous exhale fill the air when she rest over his hips. Swallowing down hard, he watched the way her palms slid up from his hips toward his lower abdomen and he bit down on his bottom lip. With the warmth of their skin-to-skin contact, he tipped his head back and closed his eyes enjoying the way that it felt to have her touching his slender torso. With her fingers teasing through the thick dark hair covering his flesh, Negan could see that her eyes were full of want and lust. Licking his lips, Negan closed his eyes and let out a tense breath. “We should stop.”

“No,” she shook her head getting the material of Negan’s shirt balled up at the center of his chest finally getting to see the length of his long torso. Lowering down, she pressed hot wet kisses over Negan’s chest making him take in a sharp breath. Teasing her tongue over Negan’s nipple had his back arching up toward her and his moan drove her crazy when she nipped at his flesh. Kissing down over Negan’s abdomen had him breathing unevenly when she reached his pants. Trying to unhook his belt, she felt Negan’s hands grabbing a hold of hers and he shook his head. “It’s okay.”

“No…” Negan hushed her sitting up on her bed allowing his shirt to fall back into place. Trying to gain back his sense of control, Negan kept his hands over her shoulders and could see the confusion in her eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Not now.”

“It’s okay Negan. You’ve been so good to me,” she moved forward to kiss him again, flicking her tongue out over his bottom lip making him groan out. Dropping her right hand down she pressed it over the center of Negan’s pants palming in over his body making Negan’s eyes come to a close. His lips parted and a sharp exhale fell from them. Leaning in she kissed down over his jawline and could feel him getting hard beneath the material of his pants. “Just let me show you some appreciation for how good you’ve been to me.”

“Y/N,” his moan was rasp and quiet while she caressed over his length. With her left hand she tugged at his belt working to pull it open. When she got the material apart and reached for the button in his pants, Negan hopped up from the bed and headed over toward the window to try to catch his breath. “Fuck, fuck.”

“Negan?” she felt her heart hammering in her chest and her throat went dry. Hearing the sounds of him pulling his belt back together made her feel lost for words. “Am I not appealing to you? I don’t understand.”

“God, that’s not it,” Negan commented turning on his heel to look back at her as he caressed his hand down over his face. Stress flooded his handsome, chiseled features and more than anything she wanted to be kissing him again. “You are sad and depressed. It’s your birthday and if I let something happen, I would be taking advantage.”

“No, you wouldn’t. You would be making me feel not so fucking pathetic,” she stood up from the bed throwing her hand out hearing him huff.

“You love Joel,” Negan reminded her, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat making the expression over her face change. Folding her arms out in front of her chest, she looked down and let out a sigh. “I’d be a piece of shit to allow you to do what you were just about to fucking do.”

“I’ve loved you for a long time,” she confessed making Negan let out a hesitant breath before tipping his head from side to side.

“It’s a bit different,” Negan countered knowing that she had a crush on him from the start but crushing on someone and loving someone that you thought you were in a relationship with was completely different. “I think you’re beautiful. Lord knows how much I care about you. I just know the difference between right and fucking wrong. And as hard as my dick is right now, I’m gonna suffer the blue balls because I know you enough to know that you don’t need this. What you need right now is a friend.”

“I don’t know, the kissing was pretty good,” she conceded to that fact making Negan chuckle and nod his head. Even though she knew her body wanted something different, she stepped forward and held her arms out. Without question he accepted the hug and squeezed her tightly in his arms. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Negan kissed at her temple squeezing her tightly in his arms. Even though her body was telling her something else, she knew that Negan was right. Sleeping with Negan would only make things more complicated. Leave it to Negan to be the only smart person in her life that thought about her future instead of right now. A familiar ring tone started to play from Y/N’s pocket making Negan groan out when he recognized who it was. “Speak of the devil.”

Immediately Y/N pulled away from the hug and reached for her pocket. Pulling out the phone Negan could see that it was Joel calling her and the excitement that flooded into her eyes made Negan sigh loudly and step back. That was exactly why he wouldn’t let things go forward tonight. How Y/N felt about Joel was all he needed to see in order for him to back off.

Y/N took a minute to gather herself before answering, “Hello?”

“Can you break away from your party?” Joel’s southern drawl rumbled at the other end of the phone. It made her heart skip a beat when she stepped back and away from Negan. Negan’s head lowered, his jaw flexing when she was visibly excited about Joel calling her. “Because I’m outside.”

“Bullshit,” she choked going to the window to see that Joel’s truck was indeed outside in front of her house.

“Meet me out front,” Joel instructed her before hanging up. Sliding her phone back into her pocket, Y/N realized that she had to be smiling a ridiculous amount.

“Joel is here,” she informed Negan who simply just smirked and nodded. Heading for the door, she stopped when she went to reach for the handle and cleared her throat. Looking back over her shoulder she could see that Negan’s face was flushed and he seemed to be contemplating things in his head. “Negan?”

“Yeah?” Negan didn’t look up, his voice was quiet making her panic.

“Are we okay?” she inquired making Negan slowly lift his head and give her a nod. “What just happened.”

“I know what it was. It’s an emotional day for you and sometimes that makes us do questionable things,” Negan assured her that everything was okay, feigning a smile. That’s what he did a lot lately. Smiled through everything knowing that it would make people believe him that everything was okay. “Don’t worry about me.”

There was so much she should have said, but she didn’t. She just pulled open the door and noticed that Negan was following her down the stairs toward the front door. When they got to the door she stopped and looked back at Negan. “Could you hang back a little bit?”

“I won’t be up your ass,” Negan stressed following her outside and she looked to see that he leaned against the front of the house. The expression over Negan’s face showed that he wasn’t enthused with the whole thing, but when he pointed his fingers forward, she looked behind her to see that Joel was getting out of the truck.

In one hand he had a cake and in the other he had a bouquet of flowers. Stepping forward, she could see Joel’s dark eyes staring out at her and she couldn’t help but smile, “What are you doing here?”

“I heard it was someone’s birthday and figured I would drop in,” Joel explained with an uneven breath, his head tipping down. The way his chocolate brown eyes were staring out at her took her breath away when he held out the flowers for her to take. When she accepted them, Joel weakly smiled and nodded toward the cake. “Truthfully? I reckon what you said today stuck with me because I started talking to Sarah tonight about you. We were watching a movie together and I guess I was acting different. She asked me what was up and I told her that there was a woman that I was seeing. It was her birthday and I hadn’t done anything nice for it because I didn’t know what to call the feelings that I had for her.”

“You talked about me to your daughter?” she couldn’t help but swoon hearing that bit knowing that it was all she had really wanted from the start. Joel gave her a nod when he held the cake forward for her to look at it. It was a sheet cake that said happy birthday with her name on it with a few balloons that were piped in with icing. “What’s this?”

“Well, it’s a store-bought cake that she demanded me to get for you. I know it’s not gourmet like something you would get normally, but Sarah insisted…” Joel motioned her to wait putting the cake in the back of his truck bed so he could reach for something in his back pocket. “She also makes these little bracelet things, I uh, I don’t know what to call them. I have one…” Joel held his wrist up to show that he had one as well. “She wanted me to give you one for your birthday.”

“This is from your daughter?” she questioned with a half-smile, stepping forward when Joel worked to get the bracelet around her wrist by tying it on her. Once she had it on, she pulled it back to look it over and she could see that Joel seemed proud of it. “You really talked to your daughter about me?”

“Well, I left out some details about our relationship,” Joel concluded with a nervous smile, his eyebrows furrowing when he reached out to grab a hold of Y/N’s hand that wasn’t holding onto the flowers that he had given her. “But yeah, I talked to Sarah about you. I know that a cake and flowers isn’t a great gift. I should have thought something out for your birthday. I’m sorry I didn’t do that. I…care about you Y/N. I care about you a lot.”

Gasping, Joel felt her jumping into his arms and a laugh fell deep from within his throat when she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders to give him a big hug. Spinning her in his arms, Joel couldn’t help but laugh pressing a kiss over her lips when she pulled back to look at him.

“You’re happy?” Joel inquired, his eyebrow arching in curiosity while her free hand reached up to caress through his messy dark hair.

“So happy,” she answered moving down from his arms to place her flowers he had gotten her by the cake he put in the back of his truck. “This is the best gift I could have asked for.”

“Good,” Joel stepped forward tracing his thumb over the side of her face making her tip her head back to look up at him. Bringing them closer together, Joel wrapped his left arm loosely around her waist seeing the awe that was in her eyes. “I’m an idiot.”

“So am I,” she whispered knowing that she had been doing something stupid only moments earlier because she was in such a saddened state from what happened between the two of them. “Listen, I know I should have been more relaxed about things. I was being clingy and too needy. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to say that I love you to me if you don’t feel it.”

“No, don’t blame yourself,” Joel hushed her, leaning to press a kiss over her lips that made her step up onto the tips of her toes. Nibbling at her bottom lip, Joel growled when he leaned back and cleared his throat. “I want to talk to you about something. It’s kind of serious. Do you think you can sneak away with me for a while?”

“Of course,” she looked back over her shoulder to see Negan staring out at the two of them and she suddenly felt guilty noticing the expression over his face. Clearing her throat uneasily, she stepped back and caressed her thumbs over the back of Joel’s hands. “I’m going to go somewhere with Joel.”

“You don’t have to follow, I’ve got her,” Joel assured Negan seeing the way Negan’s head tipped and his jaw flexed. “I know it’s your job, but I’ve got her. I won’t let anything happen to her.”

“Joel Miller,” a voice boomed from behind them making Joel turn on his heel. With a nervous breath Y/N felt Joel releasing her when she noticed that her father had just gotten home from the fundraiser that he was at. It was surprising because she didn’t think her father would be home this early. With an amused rumble of a sound, her father clapped his hands together before pointing at Joel. “It is you. God, you’ve gotten a bit of gray in your beard and your hair, but that’s you! What the hell are you doing here?”

“He’s here for me,” Y/N clarified reaching down to hook her fingers with Joel’s seeing the way that Joel just completely shut down in front of her father. It made her want to protect Joel but is response to her father surprised her. Joel always acted like he wasn’t someone that knew a lot about people like her father, so to see him react so strangely to him made her worry. “Joel is my boyfriend.”

“What?” Philip snapped, his eyes gazing between Joel and Y/N before he let out a disgusted breath. “I knew you didn’t have taste Y/N, but sleeping with the help?”

“What?” she breathed out, gazing over her shoulder at Joel to see that his eyes were looking down toward the ground and his jaw was flexed. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t remember?” Philip snapped his fingers and in the distance Y/N could see that Negan was getting closer noticing that the situation was starting to get weird. “I know you were young, but he was around a lot for quite some time.”

“No, I only have been in a relationship with him for almost two years. I think you’re confused,” she alerted her father looking over at Joel who had lifted his head, his eyes connecting with hers. There was something different in the way that he was looking at her and she let out a hesitant sound. “Wait, how do you know his name? I’ve never introduced the two of you or brought him here. And I know Negan didn’t tell you.”

“Honey, you don’t remember when I had this house built?” Philip pointed back to the huge home that was behind them and he was rather dramatic in the way he said it. “Young Joel here was who we hired to do it. Well, he’s not young anymore, but he was then. In fact Joel was here for most of the house being built before I fired him.”

Slowly releasing Joel’s hand, Y/N could see that Joel’s face was scrunching up in anger, his face turning red when her father stepped in closer to him clearly trying to piss him off, “Joel here was the man in charge. Had an incredible vision and he was the main contractor that I hired on. Everything was going well until I showed up one day unannounced to see that the man in charge wasn’t here. When he misses a day of work, I know that he can’t be that serious about this job.”

“My daughter was sick,” Joel reminded Philip, his voice deep and angry while Philip made a tsking sound to almost mock Joel. “You fired me for missing half a day to take care of my daughter and then you never paid me.”

“Took your whole crew too,” Philip chuckled seeing the way that Joel’s expression grew deep in fury. Philip waved his hand in the air in a very dramatic manner before laughing out. “You know Joel here tried to sue me for it too. My lawyers chewed his ass up. Someone as insignificant and unimportant as Joel Miller wasn’t going to leave any kind of impact on my life.”

“Stop it,” Y/N asked of her father seeing his face wrinkle up in amusement while he looked between Y/N and Joel. Her father was upsetting Joel and she hated the things that he was saying to him.

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You’ve held onto that shit for this long?” Philip questioned, his eyes locking with Joel’s again whose body was completely tense and his face twisting with anger. “Are you fucking my daughter for some kind of sense of revenge? Oh Joel. Please. That’s not revenge. I already know she’s an idiot.”

“Hey,” Negan spoke up seeing the way that Philip looked back at him and Negan could see that Y/N was getting upset hearing everything that was just revealed to her. “Enough.”

“I’m assuming you didn’t tell me about this because you didn’t know?” Philip pointed between Y/N and Joel. “Then again you weren’t here when that happened so I can’t exactly blame you. That was long before your time. I wish you would have let me know that my daughter was sleeping with the scum though.”

“Listen here,” Joel growled, stopping when he felt Negan’s hand placing in over the center of his chest to keep him back so he didn’t get in trouble for touching Philip. “You’re a piece of shit.”

“No, I’m not. I’m the future governor, Joel,” Philip snorted stepping in closer to Joel making Joel tip his head back so Joel could stare up at him with his angry eyes. “You’re the piece of shit. You’re nothing. And you’re fucking the embarrassment of the family. Did you really think that would affect me in any way?”

“No, he didn’t know that I was your daughter,” Y/N tried to reason, shaking her head making her father laugh and his nose wrinkle. Joel’s body tensed up and he looked back over his shoulder at her. “You didn’t know he was my father, right?”

Joel said nothing leaving Philip to release a big belly laugh when she clearly realized what he was saying was true, “God, I knew you were stupid, but this is a new level honey,” Philip chastised his daughter rolling his eyes and looking back toward the house. Shifting on his feet, Philip started to head back toward the house taking slow back steps with every move he made. Tossing his hands up, Philip sighed and his men followed him as well. “As far as I’m concerned Joel, you can have her. I don’t want her to be part of this family anymore anyways. Enjoy both of you being a fucking joke together.”

“Don’t,” Negan stopped Joel from going after Philip knowing that it would only cause nothing but nightmares for Joel if he went have Philip and tried to hit him. “Your life is not worth whatever it is that he did. You do not want to fuck with him.”

“Let go of me,” Joel hissed pushing at Negan feeling like he was going to explode with the way that Philip had just talked to him. Everything inside of him wanted to attack Philip, but he knew that Negan was right. It would only fuck his life up all over again if he tried to attack Philip.

Once Philip was inside the house, Negan released Joel and looked back to see that Y/N had fallen back against Joel’s truck and she looked like she was on the verge of an absolute breakdown, “Joel?”

Turning on his heel, Joel looked back at Y/N seeing the way her eyes were swelling up with tears, “Please tell me it was a coincidence. That you didn’t know that I was his daughter at first and you only found out later.”

Uneven breaths fell from Joel’s throat, his head lowering when he heard Y/N start to cry since his lack of words said everything for her, “Holy shit. I really am the dumbest piece of shit, aren’t I?”

All that was heard was the music from the party at the back of the house and she stepped forward to wipe at her eyes with the back of her hand, “So was I really that good of a student or did you just see my name and knew that you had to do something to get back at my father?”

Joel hung his head low, simply shrugging his shoulders and she felt her heart racing. At that moment she felt like she could die with the way that she was feeling, “I’m not talented like you said I am, are I? It was all fake.”

“You’re talented,” Joel whispered, his lips parting when he shook his head. “But you’re nothing I haven’t seen before. You’re the top of your class. But there are others just as good as you.”

The way Joel’s eyebrows furrowed and his dark eyes slowly lifted up to stare out at her made her let out a hurt sound, “It doesn’t matter though. Your father’s name attached to yours will get you a job anywhere you want.”

“Wow,” she stammered feeling the daggers in that statement being thrown at her. Those words made the air leave her lungs and she felt pathetic hearing everything she just did. “Everything is starting to make sense.”

“No, it’s not,” Joel responded, stepping forward but it made her step back and away from him. “Yes, it started off in a very poor light. I was trying to give it back to your father. Fucking his precious daughter. Getting her to fund my company that he fucking ruined. I know that’s shit, but the more time I spent with you the more I started to realize that I actually like you.”

“So you didn’t like me from the start?” she pushed seeing Joel’s jaw flexing and his hands went straight to his hips. “Now the rough sex makes sense. It was you getting your anger out and using me to do it. I just thought that was the way you liked things so I did whatever you liked to make you happy.”

“I don’t think that’s something we should talk about in front of Negan,” Joel felt uncomfortable that Y/N’s personal bodyguard was hearing everything she was saying.

“Like he doesn’t fucking know,” she screamed at Joel making Joel shift on his feet and he looked flustered to be standing before her right now. “I didn’t even stand out to you, did I? It was just the name.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say here,” Joel reasoned with her, throwing his right hand up hearing her crying. “Your father fucked me over. I lost my company. I lost a shitload of money. It took forever for me to fix my life. I had a daughter and your father completely fucked me and my family over.”

“So that’s why you asked for the money?” she shuddered seeing the way that Joel gulped and she shook her head. “So was this fake the whole time? Were you just pretending in order to get closer to me so you could fuck with my father? Get the money back that you were owed?”

“Yes and no,” Joel went to step forward to touch her, but Negan stepped between the two of them and shoved into Joel’s chest.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” Negan warned making Joel scoff and give his attention to Negan.

“Don’t start with me you fucking stalker. You get paid to be a fucking stalker so you don’t have a fucking say,” Joel shoved Negan back making Negan snarl. “Why don’t you go run off after your master and report back to him like a good boy.”

A grunt filled the air when Negan threw his fist out and hit Joel firmly in the face making Joel stumble backwards with a grunt, “I have been wanting to do that all fucking day.”

It took Joel a moment to gather himself before a roar filled the air and Joel launched himself at Negan tackling him to the ground hard. Grunts and scoffs were heard while the two fought on the ground before Y/N and she was at a complete loss not knowing what to do, “Stop.”

Neither of them listened to her as she tried to reach down to grab a hold of Joel who had just gotten Negan onto his back. Her arms hooked around Joel’s so he couldn’t hit Negan and she let out a grunt when Joel shoved her back making her trip over her own two feet hitting the ground hard.

“Fuck,” Joel scrambled to try to help her get up since she took a rather hard fall.

“Stop,” she begged of Negan when he went to go after Joel after Joel had helped her up from the ground. Standing between the two of them, she didn’t know what she was even doing right now, but she didn’t need the two of them fighting. They were disheveled but other than maybe a few red marks they hadn’t completely destroyed one another yet. “Joel, do you really care about me? Did you really tell your daughter about me?”

“I didn’t lie about that,” Joel scoffed holding up his wrist to compare the two bracelets. “Yes, I talked to my daughter about you. Did this relationship start off the way you think it did? Yeah. It did. I saw your name, I knew who you were and I took advantage. I just got lucky that you obviously have daddy issues and you were attracted to older men. It took a while, but you rubbed off on me Y/N. You’re…special. I know that you are. I took advantage of a good person which is why…”

A loud popping sound filled the air making all of them jump and Joel looked back over his shoulder where the sound came from, “the fuck was that?”

“Hey,” Negan reached for Joel getting him to turn back to face them and he saw that there was blood over Joel’s face. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m not…” Joel reached up to wipe at his face only to look up when realization struck him.

“Joel?” Y/N breathed out touching her arm after she jolted back. Seeing the blood that was over her fingers made her let out a wince when she looked to her arm to see that she had a deep flesh wound there. “Negan?”

“Get down,” Negan tackled both Joel and Y/N to the ground to the best of his ability when multiple gunshots started to fill the air and it was obvious by where they just shot that they were going for Y/N. Forcing both Joel and Y/N’s heads down, Negan did his best to survey the area. Philip’s bodyguards were starting to surround the place while the shots continued and they were aiming for Y/N. “We’ve gotta move. Go!”

They all scrambled to brace themselves against Joel’s truck and glass shattered above them from the windows of Joel’s truck being shot out. They all had their heads covered when Negan tried to look back, but another window got shot out, “Fuck.”

“What is happening?” Y/N felt her body trembling from the adrenaline that was flooding her veins after being shot. Looking next to her she saw Negan pulling out a gun and she fell back in against Joel. “What the hell is that?”

“I’m your bodyguard Y/N. You had to know that I had a fucking gun,” Negan snapped, reaching out to make sure that both Joel and Y/N were down when he popped out enough to shoot back at whoever was shooting in the distance from the trees. It was enough to stop the shooting when he nodded over toward his Mustang that was a few cars down. “We have to get to my Mustang so we can get out of here.”

“My truck is right here,” Joel hissed out going to get up but another shot filled the air and he dropped back to the ground.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not genius, but your fucking truck is Swiss fucking cheese right now,” Negan snarled hearing Joel let out a roar. Motioning Joel and Y/N to crawl first, Negan popped up again to shoot off his gun a few times as warning shots. “Go, go, go!”

The lack of shooting alerted Negan to the fact that the shooter was likely reloading his weapon and this was their only chance to get away. When he got to the car, Joel tugged on the handle and looked back when it wouldn’t open, “Can you drive?”

“Of course I can fucking drive,” Joel snarled when Negan tossed him his keys and Joel opened the door to crawl into the car having a bit of trouble getting across to the driver’s seat.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” someone questioned from behind them making both Negan and Y/N look back to see that Poppy was standing there with a glass of champagne in her hand. “You’re supposed to be opening your gifts, yet you’re out here crawling on the ground with Negan?”

“Poppy, what are you doing?” Negan snapped seeing Y/N’s best friend standing around like nothing was happening. A rumble of an engine starting was heard and Negan could tell that Joel started the car. “Get out of here.”

“Get down Poppy,” Y/N urged her friend seeing the way that Poppy tipped her head to the side confused.

“Listen, I get it you’re doing something weird and different because you had your heart broken, but the two of us have never been separated on your birthday,” Poppy slurred jumping when the glass in her hand shattered and she looked to it with a frown. “Well that was strange.”

“Fuck it, get in the backseat,” Negan pushed the seat forward and shoved Poppy into the backseat behind Joel. When Negan started to push at Y/N to get her in the backseat as well, he could feel her fighting him on it. “What?”

“I’m claustrophobic,” she reminded him hearing Negan groan out when he tried to push her into the back again. “Negan you know I hate tight spaces. I’m going to freak the fuck out and…”

Shots started to fill the air again when Joel smacked the back of the seat, “Unless you want to fucking die, I suggest you get in the car because it’s you they are aiming for.”

“Get in the bloody car,” Poppy called out making Y/N push forward into the backseat and Negan scrambled to get the seat back into place before hopping in. Even before Negan had the door closed Joel was gunning it to get the fuck out of there. The sound of the back window shattering was heard making Negan snarl out as he got his gun ready. “Are we being shot at?”

“Yes Poppy, we are being shot at,” Negan snapped from the front seat, pulling open the glove compartment to grab another gun that was inside making Joel hiss out and hit the wheel with his hand. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I just can’t believe this is fucking happening,” Joel exclaimed with an angered breath, using the rearview mirror to see that there was an SUV following them making him hiss out. “On our ass Negan.”

“I see it,” Negan announced rolling the window down, looking to Joel with a huff. “Put some gas on it Joel. I thought you were from fucking Texas.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? That I’m used to car chases and fucking getting shot at?” Joel screamed out at Negan with a hiss when he pressed the gas pedal further down making all of them jolt at how fast he was starting to drive now. “I don’t want to kill anyone.”

“Then drive good,” Negan demanded hearing the sound of a gun going off making all of them duck down. Reaching behind him, Negan urged both Y/N and Poppy to lower their heads down to keep them safe. “Stay down.”

“Holy shit, you’re bleeding. A lot,” Poppy finally realized the blood that was covering Y/N’s arm and she let out a surprised squeal when another shot went off and hit the car this time. Luckily the bullet didn’t hit any of them. “Were you shot?”

“Yeah Poppy, I was,” Y/N alerted her friend seeing Negan changing his positioning and she saw him pushing his upper half out the window so he could shoot at the SUV that was following them. “Joel, grab him!”

“I have to drive,” Joel retorted with an annoyed breath, reaching out to grab a hold of Negan’s pants to make sure that he didn’t fall out of the car while he controlled the car with his left hand. Each gunshot had the three in the car ducking down not sure whether it was coming from Negan or the car behind them. With a final shot, Joel could see in the rearview mirror that Negan had shot out the front wheel tire the SUV making it swerve and flip with a loud shattering sound. “Fucking hell…”

“That was amazing,” Poppy boasted looking back over her shoulder, jumping when she heard the booming sound of the car setting fire after it was hit by another car. “I feel like I’m in a James Bond movie right now and this is incredible.”

“This is not a movie Poppy,” Y/N hollered at her friend feeling winded after she did it and she looked to her arm. “I think I’m going to pass out.”

“What?” Joel quipped looking back over his shoulder at Y/N seeing the blood that was covering her arm making him panic. “Negan, she’s bleeding out.”

“No she isn’t. It’s a flesh wound. When we get somewhere I can help her, but right now we have to focus because…” a groan fell from his throat when a car hit them from behind and another side swiped them trying to get the car to flip, but Joel was able to control the wheel. “Fucking hell.”

“Why are these people trying to kill you?” Joel shot a look back at Y/N seeing that she looked pale and he felt his throat get dry. “Hey, focus.”

“I don’t know. I didn’t do anything, the only thing I can fucking think of is my dad,” she got out letting out a frustrated breath when she heard Negan shooting again and she tried to cover her ears feeling like she was about to have a panic attack with everything that was happening. “He’s only running for the governor. I don’t understand.”

“There’s a reason your father is surrounded by a security team babe,” Poppy pushed making Y/N swallow down hard. “The political world thinks your father is going to win the run for governor and quickly make his way up to the white house. He’s incredibly powerful.”

“You know politics?” Negan scoffed looking back at Y/N’s friend that he found to be a bit flighty, finding himself surprised when the sound of multiple gunshots filled the air making them all duck. “Joel, get us the fuck out of here!”

“I’m trying,” Joel shouted back at Negan dodging traffic the best he could on the highway in the middle of the night. Noticing that the two cars that were chasing them were starting to come up along the sides of the car made Joel grasp tightly to the wheel.

“This is a Mustang Joel, you can outdrive these people,” Y/N called out from the backseat hearing the hushing sound that came from Joel when he seemed to be waiting for the right moment. Both cars were swerving, hitting the Mustang to try to get it off the road.

“Brace yourselves,” Joel instructed slamming on the brakes making the wheels squeal and they watched the two cars smash into each other causing one of them to flip. The Mustang came to a complete stop as they watched the car that had flipped spinning out. The one that didn’t flip was spinning about before it turned to start heading back for them.

“Fuck this,” Negan shoved open the door making all of them tense up when he left with one of his handguns, leaving the other on the ground of the car.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Joel tried to reach out to grab Negan to get him back in, but Negan was already out of the car.

“Get back in the car,” Y/N demanded seeing the final remaining car was starting to gun it in their direction. Trying to grab a hold of Negan’s shirt to get him back in, she was only met with three loud booms making them all jump when she saw Negan shoot the driver’s side of the windshield. There was no questioning that Negan hit the driver when it swerved off the road and smashed into the wall. They were all silent when Negan got back into the car and gazed back at them. That was the last car that had been chasing them, but everything was lingering between the four of them. “You just killed that person.”

“I’m sure we killed more than one of them,” Negan reached for his phone putting in an address and tossing his phone to Joel who was staring out at him with his nervous brown eyes. “Get us here. Now.”

Without question, Joel started driving and a silence surrounded them showing that they were all shaken up from what was happening. Joel cleared his throat and gazed over at Negan with an uncomfortable breath, “First shoot out and person you’ve killed?”

“Yeah,” Negan swallowed down hard, his eyebrow arching up as he let out a deep rumble of an overwhelmed sound. Negan lowered his head into his hands and Joel could see that the girls looked terrified in the backseat.

“Where the hell are we going?” Y/N questioned, shakily reaching her fingers up to see that she was still bleeding pretty good.

“One of your father’s safe houses,” Negan explained with a shallow breath, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. “It’s the one he always gave me the address to if something went wrong. It’s secluded and by the water. We’ll be safe there.”

“Well so much for your birthday party,” Poppy spoke up making all of them tense when she made all of them uncomfortable. “I got you something really good too.”

Instead of responding, they all remained silent as Joel drove to the location. Negan wasn’t lying when he said it was in the middle of nowhere. It was deep in the woods and when he got to the address, the driveway they went up was a winding, long path. It was right off the water and big, just like what Y/N would expect from her father and she let out a disgusted breath when she saw it.

Once they parked, all of them were eager to get out of the car and Y/N braced herself back against the Mustang. Poppy had headed over toward the porch in front of the door to sit. Negan was knelt down in front of the car, his head buried in his hands and Joel was pacing.

“I have to go home,” Joel announced, throwing his hands up in the air drawing Negan’s attention when Negan lifted his expressive eyes to stare up at the smaller man. “I have a child at home. I shouldn’t be here.”

“You can’t go home. You were there and god knows who is involved in this. I originally thought there was one single shooter, but this is a big fucking thing Joel,” Negan stood up from where he was knelt down and dragged his right hand down over his face with a stressed breath. “Your truck was there.”

“What are you trying to say? You think these people would try going to my home?” Joel’s voice grew in anger, his brown eyes gazing between both Negan and Y/N. “Then I have to go home! I have a daughter and a brother at home. They could be in danger. I have to go back to them.”

“They are in more danger if you are with them,” Negan claimed reaching for his phone from Joel to look for a number. “I’m going to call someone that I trust more than anyone to take care of them. I’ll have him come and get your family. Take them to a place where no one else can find them. I swear to you. They will be safe.”

“No, no fucking way,” Joel shook his head stepping forward when Negan held his finger up to silence him. “They are the safest with me. No one can protect them better than me. I didn’t sign up for this fucking shit. I shouldn’t have even been at that fucking party.”

“Trust me. This is a guy that was a cop. He won’t let anything happen to them. He owes me one for saving his life,” Negan addressed Joel with a shake of his head. “We have a complicated relationship, but Rick Grimes is one man I can promise you will keep your family safe. I’ll have him go get them and then we can have your daughter call you so you know she is okay. I promise you, everything is going to be okay.”

“You can’t promise something like that,” Joel snarled making Negan shrug his shoulders while he was talking on the phone with someone on the other end. Hearing Negan telling the person on the other end his address made Joel let out a nervous sound. “How the hell do you know my address by heart?”

“It’s my job to know everything about you,” Negan rumbled making Joel let out an overwhelmed sound and he started pacing. Then it made Negan think about how he had no idea that Joel worked for Philip previously. “Well, most things.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Y/N tried to move out to Joel to comfort him, placing her hand in over his shoulder letting out a gasp when Joel pulled away from her like her touch was fire.

“Don’t touch me,” Joel warned making Y/N stumble backwards, her eyes staring out at him with confusion when he ran his hand down the side of his face. “This is your fucking fault for guilting me into showing up at your party. I’m now looped into this fucking thing and I have nothing to do with your miserable fucking family.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologized feeling guilty that this was happening in general, lowering her head.

“I knew I should have never fucking done this to begin with. All your family has ever done is fuck up my whole life. I should have known that starting something with you would have just landed me in a fucked-up position like this,” Joel continued to yell making Poppy stand up from where she was seated when he stepped in closer to Y/N. “I hate your whole fucking family and all you people have ever done is put me in shit my whole life.”

“Hey,” Poppy put a distance between Joel and Y/N, her hand placing in over the center of Joel’s chest to keep him back. “I know that you’re worried about your daughter and that’s okay, but I can’t imagine that Y/N had any kind of idea that this would happen. She has no idea the kind of person her father is. If she would have known your family could be at risk, I promise you that she would have never done something like this.”

“Don’t try to lecture me about someone that I’ve been around for almost two years,” Joel bickered with Poppy, his dark eyes locking with Y/N’s when she lifted her head up to stare out at him. “She spends and spends without a care in the world. She was so fucking arrogant that she thought she was good enough for a professor to pull her aside and think she was better than every other student. She had to know her father was a piece of shit, but she just kept on with life acting like it was no big deal. Spending her father’s money like it was fucking toilet paper when the rest of the world is suffering. That’s what the Blake family does. Spend endlessly and ruin other people’s lives.”

“I did it to piss my father off,” Y/N defended herself seeing the way that Joel rolled his eyes and started to pace again beside the Mustang leaving her with chest pain over the things that he was saying. “I spent the money on things that mattered. I helped people…”

“Oh, so that massive ass party tonight was to help people? Taking me on a trip to an expensive ass resort was for the better of the world?” Joel pushed further, the lines over his head growing deeper as he threw his hand up in the air to point out at Y/N. “You’re just a spoiled little rich kid that has no account for the real world.”

“The party was my last thing because my father was cutting me off completely once I got my degree,” she informed Joel seeing him smirk when his hands rest at his hips and she could see that Poppy desperately wanted to help but didn’t know how. “I’m the black sheep in the family. I don’t fit in and he’s disgusted with me wanting to go into what I am.”

“Oh boo fucking who,” Joel taunted her making a lump grow in her throat when Negan finished with his call and stepped in beside them.

“Okay, Rick is going to call me back when he has your family,” Negan claimed with a shrug of his shoulders nodding back toward the house. “I’m going to go check things out inside. Make sure everything is okay. Once I’m satisfied that the house is safe, I will bring you guys in. First…we have to ditch our phones. Just for safety reasons.”

“Jesus Christ,” Joel tossed his hands up in the air and shook his head. “I knew I should have never fucking come tonight.”

“Here,” Y/N handed Negan over her phone seeing him nod and give her an empathetic expression when he saw that her background photo was her with Joel taking a selfie where she was kissing his cheek. Poppy huffed when she handed over her phone to Negan. Waiting for Joel’s, Negan could see that Joel was thinking things out.

“Why do you get to keep your phone?” Joel questioned seeing the way that Negan’s head tipped to the side. “Why do all of us have to hand over our phones, but you get to keep yours?”

“Because mine isn’t under my name and after Rick calls me back about your family, I’m ditching mine too. I didn’t keep a phone under her father’s name like the rest of the dumb fucks that worked for her father,” Negan reasoned with Joel hearing the angered breath that fell from Joel’s lungs. Joel grabbed his phone and tossed it to Negan seeing the glare that Negan gave him when he almost dropped the phone. “Thank you.”

“Whatever,” Joel leaned back to rest against the Mustang and he could see that Y/N looked like she was on the verge of tears again. Negan handed Joel over one of the guns seeing the way that Joel stared down at the gun with a huff. “Why are you giving me this?”

“To keep everyone safe,” Negan remarked before heading back toward the safe house to go check things out for them.

“You know, I took you on that trip because I wanted to make you happy. You told me you hadn’t had a trip since Sarah was born other than that one trip you took on a cruise with the two of you and Tommy,” Y/N reminded Joel of what he had told her in the past when they were together. “I showered you with gifts and I gave you money because I love you, Joel. I just want you happy. That’s all I ever wanted.”

“You wanted someone to love you back,” Joel corrected her seeing the way her eyes were damp and he shook his head. “You knew I didn’t love you. You were just so desperate for the love of someone that you were willing to do anything to get it. You are looking from attention from an older man because of your piss poor relationship with your father and I became that guy. You wanted me to love you so bad and you were willing to put every cent you could to get it. You wanted to buy my love. That’s what you were doing.”

A loud swallow came from Y/N’s throat and Joel could see a single tear sliding down the side of her face, “And I let you do it because I fucking hated your family. If you weren’t you, I would have told you no because I don’t like people spending money on me. I’m not that kind of guy, but knowing the trash you came from…”

“Knock it off,” Poppy warned hearing the way that Y/N sniffled before walking off down the walkway that was toward the large body of water in the backyard. They could hear that she was crying and Poppy looked back over her shoulder with a sad breath. “I know you’re upset. I would be upset too, but she’s not like her dad. And she’s not the one that’s at fault for this. She was shot. It’s her birthday. Her father hates her. And she loved you. If she had to pick between you or her father before this, she would have picked you. She still would. You may not love her, but you’re being cruel. I understand the circumstances and if I didn’t, I swear I would be punching you in the dick right now but since things are the way they are I’m trying to be more understanding. I get it was a ploy the whole time for you, but it was real for her. You made her fall in love with you. So try to be a little bit nicer, eh?”

“Jesus Christ,” Joel scoffed looking out in the direction that Y/N went off. Thinking about what Poppy said to him, he sighed and went off after Y/N. Noticing that he was still holding the gun, he made sure that the safety was put on before placing his gun down the back of his pants. Seeing that Y/N was at the bottom of the backyard near the water sitting in the sand, Joel dropped down and took a seat next to her seeing that her face was tear stained. “You probably shouldn’t be getting sand in that wound.”

“Whatever,” she huffed staring out at the water and the silence was so loud that the only thing she could hear was the sound of the waves in the water. “I’ll probably be dead by the end of the night, so who gives a shit anyways?”

“You’re not going to be dead,” Joel hushed her with a shake of his head gazing back over his shoulder at the safe house seeing that Negan had started turning on the lights that were in the house. “We’re at your father’s safe house. No one is going to be able to find you here. They will figure out who is doing this and you will be fine in no time.”

“Yeah, okay,” she shook her head obviously not believing a word that Joel said and he sighed loudly. “I’m sorry I’ve put you in this position. You’re right. This is all my fault. I should have just realized that you didn’t love me. I was just so fucking stupid. You should be with your daughter right now instead of being with someone you fucking hate. I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

“Listen, I’m sorry for talking to you the way I am. I was upset originally with your father and I’m scared about Sarah,” Joel acknowledged with a frown, dropping his head when he caressed his hand over the back of his neck. “I’m an asshole. I know I am. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for because nothing you are saying is wrong,” she shrugged her shoulders, reaching up to wipe at her eyes with the back of her hand. “There is certainly something wrong with me. My mother abandoned me and left me with my father who she knew was a piece of shit. My father hates me. No one really likes me for me. They just see my father when they look at me. And you’re right, I was arrogant. I really believed you when you told me that I was special. I just wanted to be special so fucking bad on my own. Not because of my father, but because of me. I tried so hard and worked as much as I could with my schooling that I thought I finally found something that was for me where I could break away from my father.”

“You are talented. If you keep working at it, you will do perfectly fine,” Joel commented seeing that she genuinely felt everything that she was saying about her father. “What I did was wrong Y/N. You aren’t your father. You were just a kid when he did it. I forgot that. You had no idea who I was because you had nothing to do with it.”

“You told me that you started realizing that you liked me along the way,” she thought back on what he told her before she ended up getting shot making him sigh loudly. “When?”

“On our trip,” Joel answered her, his jaw locking up when he gave her an honest answer. “Until then, I didn’t get to know the real you. I just saw the girl willing to do everything I wanted in order for her to be mine. I told you to jump and you asked how high. I was addicted to the feeling of having control over someone as powerful as you.”

“I’ve never had power in my life Joel. I’m probably one of the least powerful people out there. I’ve always been under someone’s thumb or say. I could never be who I truly wanted to be,” she confessed with a shuddering breath, considering the answer that he just gave her. “Our trip was for your birthday in September. We were together a whole year and a month before that. So for a year you pretended we had something together? And you felt nothing for me?”

“I don’t want to lie to you. I just saw my anger when I was with you. It was when we really got to spend time together when I saw the parts of you I didn’t know existed. That’s why I allowed us to start spending the nights together sometimes. I genuinely like you as a person Y/N, I do. Regardless of the shit I’ve mouth vomited over the last hour,” Joel declared making her let out an overwhelmed exhale while he stared out at her with a sadness in his eyes. “I really did talk to Sarah about you tonight because I care about you.”

“But you never loved me?” she confirmed making Joel let out a tense breath and shake his head making her breathe in sharply.

“If things would have gone different and we could have worked on us,” Joel began lifting his hands in the air trying to think out his words. “I really did like spending time together with you. You’re good company Y/N. And if we got to explore our relationship more and you weren’t…”

“Philip Blake’s daughter,” she finished for him making Joel’s lips part and he nodded slowly. “I never had a chance with you from the moment you learned that he was my father. Which really sucks because I really did love you.”

“I know,” Joel whispered hearing the sound of footsteps approaching and he swiftly turned around to see that it was Negan holding his hand out to show the cell phone. “What is it?”

“Your daughter,” Negan informed him making Joel scramble to his feet to grab the cell phone so he could talk to Sarah. Joel walked off in the distance and Negan could tell that Y/N was upset about everything that was happening. Kneeling down, Negan reached out to place his hand over her shoulder and he noticed that she was crying. “We gotta take care of that wound.”

“Of course,” she gave Negan a half-smile and allowed him to help pull her up from the ground. Wiping at her face she could only imagine how terrible she looked right now. Following Negan toward the house, she saw that Poppy was already waiting for them on the back deck watching Joel talking on his phone by the water. Poppy stepped forward to reach out for her friend and Y/N held her hand up to stop her. “I’m okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sorry babe,” Poppy commented following the two of them into the house where Negan led her into an office in the home. Negan made her sit down on one of the comfortable chairs that was there when he went for the medical kit that he had found when he was searching the house before allowing them in. Y/N saw in the distance a giant painted portrait of her father on the wall and she groaned out in disgust. “I can’t believe how you’ve handled being shot. You’re a goddamn champ love.”

“It just grazed me Poppy,” she winced when Negan started to clean her wound and his worried eyebrows bounced up to make sure she was okay. Giving him a nod, she bit back on the pain that she was feeling knowing that it burned like hell.

“Yeah, but you were bleeding a lot,” Poppy was dramatic in the way that she pronounced her words making Negan chuckle.

“I checked in with Simon who told me that they put your father in a secret location to keep him safe,” Negan educated her on what he learned when he was on the phone checking in with everyone and surveying the home alone. “He wasn’t hurt at all. They think someone who was trying to get to him was going after you to make a point.”

“This is all very ironic, isn’t it?” she couldn’t help but laugh in frustration, squeezing her eyes shut while Negan finished up with her wound and it hurt like hell but she didn’t want to show it. “My father doesn’t even love me and someone is trying to kill me to put it to him. My father would probably be thankful that they killed me. Then he doesn’t have to explain why I’m no longer part of the family when he lands governor.”

“Your dad wouldn’t want you dead,” Poppy sat on the edge of the chair that Y/N was in, reaching out to hook her arm loosely around Y/N’s shoulders being careful not to mess with the area that Negan was taking care of. “Regardless of how he feels about you, you’re still his daughter. His flesh and blood. No parent wants to see their child die before them.”

“Poppy, I don’t know who you are trying to fool here. My father wouldn’t give a shit if I died,” Y/N’s voice was broken when she thought about her father’s feelings toward her. “He’s confirmed that for me many times in the past. And it’s almost amusing to think there are people out there who think that by hurting me, they are hurting him. One person is trying to kill me and another broke my heart.”

The sound of the door pushing open was heard alerting everyone that Joel was standing there. By the look in his eyes it was obvious that he had heard what she said about having her heart broken. Guilt flooded into his features and no one said anything. This was something that Negan and Poppy really had no say in. And with Joel, he already told her how he felt.

“Thank you for finding someone to take care of my family,” Joel cleared his throat, finally stepping forward and holding the cell phone out for Negan to take. “I would rather be with them myself right now, but I understand you having us hang it out here until we know everything will be okay. It’s better to keep them safe.”

“You’re welcome,” Negan accepted the phone after finishing with the bandage on Y/N’s arm. It made her sigh and slide back into the chair while Negan gathered everything he used to clean it up. “There are some burner phones that we can use here. I will take one and I’ll give you one Joel. Just in case.”

With an understanding nod, Joel went over by the fire that Negan had set and stood by it to get warm after being outside near the chill of the water. Staring down at her feet, Y/N leaned forward and curled her fingers around the sides of the couch, “I’m not feeling very well. I think I’m going to go lay down for a few.”

“Are you okay?” Negan helped her stand up from the seat and she gave him a firm nod. Heading out of the room, she went for the stairs and found the first bedroom that she could.

Crawling into the center of the bed, she closed her eyes tightly and wished that this was all a dream she would just wake up from. Everything that was happening was something she would have come up with only in her nightmares. Someone was trying to kill her because of her father? The man she loved only used her to get to her father. Her life was shit and she knew that, but this topped the cake. And the sad thing? It was still in the final few minutes of her birthday and she was ending it broken.

The sound of a door pushing open was heard, but she didn’t move. She didn’t have the energy. So many times today she wanted to break and sob. Holding it in only made things worse. Part of her wondered if things would have been better if the shooter didn’t miss. It’s not like she felt like her life held any importance. Having Negan, Joel and Poppy here only put them at risk…and for what? It made her think maybe she should just go back home because it was a waste to put forth all this effort for nothing. And honestly? That’s what she felt like. Nothing.

Sighing as the bed dipped, she felt the delicate touch of arms wrapping around her to hug her from behind and she immediately knew it was Poppy. Allowing her friend to hold onto her, Y/N stayed quiet and just enjoyed being comforted by her friend. In her heart, she would have loved for it to be Joel, but she knew better. At least with Poppy she didn’t feel alone and she appreciated that.

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Omg ok like maxiel sensory deprivation (???) blindfold situation or however u wanna take that

cw for a very brief mention of off-screen watersports and fisting

"How will I know if I'm hurting you? Or if you want to stop?" Daniel asks, sliding the slippery satin back and forth across his palm. He'll tie the blindfold himself. The idea of Max doing it for him...Nah. Nope.

"I will pinch you," Max says. He's grinning, like none of this is a big deal. "Really hard. Right here." He taps Daniel's side, just above his hipbone. "But you will not hurt me."

Daniel wrinkles his nose, shakes his head. "You don't know that.

"Yes, I do," Max says, and pulls him in for a slow, sweet kiss that melts some of the tension between his shoulder blades.

He's not sure how he let Max talk him into this, but then again, he's felt that way about pretty much everything Max has ever asked him for in bed. Between the two of them, Max is definitely the freak. Still, Daniel rarely has complaints after the fact. Okay, he never has complaints, except for sometimes a sick-sweet shame he feels--at the sight of a red handprint on Max's ass; at the feeling of Max's hand wrapped around his dick, directing a stream of piss onto his own chest; at the sound of Max whimpering his name while he clenches around Daniel's whole fucking fist.

"Please," Max says when he pulls away, and--yeah, that's why Daniel always agrees. Always says yes.

He kisses Max one more time, then closes his eyes--nonsensically, considering what he's about to do--and lifts the scarf to tie it around the top half of his face. When he opens his eyes again, he can still see a little bit--just light and shapes--but he can't make out Max's expression, and he supposes that's the point.

"We can skip the headphones," Daniel says. "This is probably enough."

"No," Max says. Then, again, "Please, Daniel."

He can't pretend he fully grocks Max's logic in this one. Max was a little stammery when he explained it, the ends of half of his sentences bitten off. Something about wanting Daniel to worry about him less. I do not think you think so much when you are driving. I want you to be with me like that. It sounded fucking terrifying to Daniel at the time, and even now that he's had time to sit with it, his heart is pounding. What if Max doesn't end up liking whatever version of Daniel comes out when he's not trying to please Max? If Daniel worries, or if he thinks too much, it's because that's what makes it good, right?

But this is what Max wants and--and Max has never steered him wrong, so--

Daniel already queued up his pre-race playlist, so when Max slips the headphones on him and the music fills his ears, he immediately goes to that place, his anxiety morphing into that familiar adrenaline-pumping, ready-for-attack feeling he gets when he's on the starting grid, the car hot and vibrating underneath him.

It's strange, though, to have his senses so cut off. When he's in the car, his vision feels hyper-sharp, and his hearing is tuned to the radio and the sound of the engine. Now, the music fills up all the spaces inside him, every facet of his attention. It's disorienting--but only for a moment. Only until Max takes his hand, squeezes it, and then brings it up to cup his own cheek.

Daniel kisses him carefully at first, like he needs to relearn his mouth. And maybe he does, because he's never experienced it quite like this. The music recedes a little into the background, edged out by the feeling of the stubble against Daniel's lips, and of Max's tongue sliding against his, and of Max's fingers digging into his shoulders. It's tempting to focus on those fingers, to try to gain some clue from them, but as if Max is reading his mind, his grip relaxes suddenly, his fingers petting the hair at the back of Daniel's neck instead.

They got Max ready ahead of time, so when Daniel lets his hand drift down between Max's legs, he can dip two fingers inside him easily. He immediately feels a pang of regret at the lack of feedback. He knows Max will have let out a little moan just then, but he couldn't hear it.

Max wants him to follow his instincts though, so he takes a deep breath and tries to get out of his head, focusing instead on the throb of the bass in his ears and on the way Max feels around him, how hot he is inside, how he clenches when Daniel tugs a little on his rim. After a minute, he withdraws and lets his hands smooth up the inside of Max's thighs, enjoying the breadth of them, the soft hair against his palms. On impulse, he leans down a bites down gently on the meatiest part, his hips rolling against the bed. It wouldn't even take him long to come like this, he thinks. Just worshipping Max's thighs and humping the sheets.

But that isn't what Max wants. And if Daniel's being honest, it's not what he wants now either. His heart is still pounding, his hands sweaty. All this adrenaline needs somewhere to go, and if Max wants it to go into him, then Daniel's going to give him exactly that.

He can't ask Max if he's ready, and he knows--yes, he reminds himself, he knows--that Max is ready, so he lines himself up and lets himself sink into him in one smooth, unbroken motion a groan he can't even hear rumbling its way through his chest and out of his mouth.

Daniel rarely fucks with music on. He's too susceptible to getting lost in the music and forgetting to set the right pace. But this time, he doesn't have to worry about that. All he has is the music--and the flex of Max's thighs and abs under his palms, and the narrowing spiral of pleasure deep in his gut. There's something almost disturbingly primal about it, about pushing his way into Max again and again and having nothing else to set his attention on but chasing his own high. He fucking sucks at meditation, no matter how he tries, but this is the closest he's come to quieting his mind in as long as he can remember.

It's not just about him, though. It's Max. Max all around him. Knees hooked around his waist. Fingers fluttering up and down his back as they try--obviously--not to clutch too hard at him. Daniel fucking loves him so much. He loves that Max wanted this and trusted him with this. He loves that Max makes this kind of thing happen for them. Max mind works in ways Daniel will never understand, but honestly, thank fucking God for that.

He can feel it when Max comes--not just the way Max clenches around him, but the sudden wetness that first hits Daniel's chest and then his stomach. Without thinking, he swipes his fingers through the mess and then gropes for Max's mouth, getting his cheek first before pushing inside. Max sucks hard, licks him clean, and Daniel has to pull away and fall to his elbows, tucking his face into Max's neck like he can hide from the wave of pleasure that breaks over him, pulling him under.

As soon as he can breathe again, he rips the headphones off, then the blindfold, and pushes himself up to look at Max's face. What he sees there is much the same as always: Max's cheeks are red, his eyes slightly wet, his mouth slack and his lips shiny-plump. He looks happy, thank fuck, and--

"Hey," Daniel says, frowning, "are you laughing?"

A snort escapes from Max, his chest visibly vibrating with it now. Daniel supposes there are worse reactions he could have, but this isn't exactly the evaluation of his performance he was hoping for.

"You started humming, toward the end," Max says, his voice pitched high with mirth. "It must have been a good song."

Daniel groans, burying his face in Max's neck again as the blood rushes to his face. "You're a good song," he says, pure nonsense, but also maybe not. "I hate you."

"I love you too," Max says, and turns his head to press a kiss to Daniel's temple. Daniel sighs and closes his eyes and lets himself feel only Max for a little while longer.

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Maybe something for Michelle Mallon? I didn't know you wrote for her! Maybe meeting her while trying to do something for the first time. The reader is more of someone who hasn't experienced much, but is very eager to do so. So when they meet Michelle, they're very happy to let her lead the way.

I hope that makes sense! Its good to get back to reading your stuff 👍

Learn How To Roll (Michelle Mallon X GN!Reader)

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Summary: You decide to check out the new roller rink in town, despite not knowing how to skate. A curly headed girl with a bit of a coarse personality takes it upon herself to teach you.

A/N: tbh when i first read this i thought it was a smut request (especially with how michelle generally is as a character) but then when rereading i saw “meeting her while” lmao so it took a while to figure out a plot for this. basically just a meet cute with michelle, might be a bit ooc but idc

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It was a bit embarrassing, the situation you were in. At the brand new skating rink in Derry, clinging to the railing for dear life while trying not to fall on your face as you watched everyone else speed past you. What was worse was that no one had forced you to come, and no one was forcing you to stay. You were stubborn about being in this rink until you got the hang of using the roller skates, no matter how many times you fell on your ass.

And you had fallen many times.

Huffing in slight frustration, you used the wall to pull yourself forward, trying to keep yourself steady. Every time someone whizzed past you, you froze, forming an iron grip on the barrier. You became most anxious when a big group of people passed.

This was the third time a particular friend group had passed by you, giggling and talking amongst themselves as they skated. You knew of them from school, but not too well. Just that they were very prone to getting into trouble. On the edge of the group was a girl with long black curly hair and big hoop earrings, usually saying something harsh to the only boy in the group.

But when they all passed you this time, she glanced back at you. Without saying anything to her friends, she turned around and stopped in front of you, leaning on the wall as she looked at you somewhat curiously.

“What’s up with you?” She asked, raising a brow. “Can’t you skate?”

You wanted to roll your eyes; you thought the answer was pretty clear.

“Not exactly.” You responded.

“Yeah, that’s pretty fuckin’ obvious.” She laughed, popping the gum that she was chewing on. After a few seconds of silence and her eyes being fixated on your feet, she looked back up at you. “Want some help?”

“What?”

“Are you deaf or something?” The girl asked a bit harshly, which took you aback. Then she cleared her throat and reached her hand out, which you just stared at. “Come on, don’t be a pussy.”

This girl, whose name you didn’t even know, seemed a bit mean. But something was tugging at you to accept the offer. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t want to fall on your ass anymore. But at the same time, there was something kind of alluring about this mystery girl.

“There you go!” She grinned as you grabbed her hand, slowly skating backward and pulling you with her. As you moved, you quickly grasped for her other hand, resembling a newborn deer. “I’m Michelle, by the way.”

“Y/n.” You squeaked, gluing your eyes to your feet in fear that you would trip over something.

“Look up,” Michelle said, and you obeyed. “You gotta look forward, that’s why you keep falling on your arse.” She said with a laugh, and you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

Eventually, Michelle let go of one of your hands and moved to your side so you were facing the same direction. She was definitely going a bit slower than she had been going with her friends, but she didn’t seem to mind. And when her friend group had made another lap, she waved them off instead of rejoining them.

“Now you’re getting it,” Michelle said as you started picking up pace, feeling more steady in the roller skates. But even after skating a few laps around the roller rink, you and Michelle didn’t think to let go of each other’s hand.

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King of Wrath - 1,184 Words [Ao3 Link]

Satan X Fem!MC

You were probably the only creature in existence to get away with doing something like this.

You kneeled at the end of Satan's desk, watching as he struggled to do busy paperwork, as he kept gritting his teeth and cracking the pen in his harsh grip.

He hated doing this kind of work.

Work that required him to focus, to think.

He much preferred to do the kind of work that made you act instead.

The kind of work that involved mingling with his people, wandering around Gehenna while kicking the angel's asses.

He loved doing that.

He felt his patience wear thin, as he noticed your eyes following the scratching of his pen.

He can tell you were up to something.

Even before he held the contract with you, he was able to read you like an open book.

You were always the type of person to bare your emotions out to everyone, even from day one, and it was something that he loved and hated about you.

You were waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike, and you found it, just as you heard the plastic pen nearly shatter in his grip.

“Satan-” you spoke his name, just as the shard of plastic went flying all over his desk.

“What?!” He barked loudly, not only clenching his fist, but also his teeth as he looked over at you.

You were unafraid of his little outburst, in fact, this was the perfect opportunity to strike to get what you wanted.

Satan always was pushing you to be more open about what you wanted.

“I was out with Sitri earlier doing some shopping, and I saw something that I wanted to ask you about.” You explained, leaning over the desk to rest your body on top of it to help gain his attention.

It worked, as his hands slowly uncoiled themselves as you felt his eyes slowly moving up your body.

“Oh? Why couldn't you ask Sitri? Or even Ppyong?” He began, moving his papers to the side so that you wouldn't accidentally wrinkle them. “Certainly, you didn't need to interrupt me for a simple question.”

He was starting to lose his patience, you could hear it in his voice and see it in his body, noticing his taut muscles clenching underneath his jumpsuit.

Maybe you had a death wish, but seeing The King of Gehenna, the King of Rage begin to lose patience with you… it turned you on.

Just a little.

“I mean- I could have asked Lord Sitri, but this is something I only want to do with His Majesty Satan.” You spoke softly, pulling yourself further onto his desk.

He refused to move, refused to play into this little game of yours.

Whatever the game was.

“Tch- and what could that possibly be?” He growled, watching you get dangerously close to him.

You were close enough that your scent began to overwhelm him, pulling all of his attention to you, as you looked up at him with your big doe like eyes.

“I saw a cute, young family while we were out. A Mother, a Father, and a cute little toddler running in between their legs.” You began, as you sat up further on his desk. You were now looking down at him.

“I just thought that- well, maybe… you know. We could? I don't know… uhh, you know?”

That was it, you lost.

You had the upper hand, and just like that, you let it go.

Your shyness took over, as you felt your chest tighten at the idea of what you were about to say.

‘Why the heck did you think you could even be this bold?!’ You scolded yourself, placing your hands over your face out of embarrassment, as you felt your cheeks begin to get flushed.

You heard Satan laugh, actually laugh, as you felt his hand grip on your wrists.

He pulled your hands away, and laughed some more, as you avoided looking at his face at all.

You felt yourself stick your lip out in a pout, as you heard The King finally calm down.

“Oh no,” Satan began, as he pulled you off of the desk and into his lap, as you let out a sound of shock at the sudden movement. “You started this, Daughter of Solomon, so I expect you to finish it.”

He was grinning like a cat, his smile so wide it went to his eyes, as you could see amusement replace all the frustration that was there before.

The hunted has become the hunter.

“Satan.” You whined, trying to weasel your way out of saying it, burying your face into his chest.

“C’mon,” Satan spoke, using his free hand to lift your chin up to look at him. “I want to hear you say it.”

You swallowed, looking up into the eyes, being drawn in by his soft voice and passionate gaze.

Now it was you who had fallen into his trap.

“I-I want… want to have… your baby…” You squeaked out, mumbling out the last part, as you averted your gaze once more.

You heard Satan hum, as you felt him easily shift you in his hold to face him fully.

Before you could even blink, you felt him press his lips roughly onto yours.

It didn't take long for him to deepen the kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth, as you moaned at the feeling of him invading all of your senses.

You let your body take over, as you leaned in closer to him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your fingers playfully tug and pull at his silky hair, moaning as you felt his grip tighten on your hips.

He pulled away from you, just as you had begun to grind yourself down on him to help relieve the ache you were feeling in your core.

“There is nothing more that I would love than to give you my children.” He began, leaning in as he kissed up and down your neck and shoulders.

“But.”

You sucked in, clenching as you braced for rejection.

Satan only chuckled at your antics, moving his hands up your body to rub your back in a soothing motion.

“Before you bear my children, I first must make you mine.” He spoke, pulling you into him even more, as he buried his face into your shoulder.

“Yours?” You asked, using your hands to rub his scalp.

“Yes- you will understand when it happens. I will not share you with anyone.” He spoke, pulling back enough to kiss you again.

This time, though, it wasn't sloppy and desperate.

It was soft, and full of love and compassion.

Once he pulled away again, you looked up at him, completely drunk off of the affection you felt rushing through your body.

He chuckled again, pulling you close as he went back to finish up the forgotten paperwork on his desk.

Unfortunately, duty calls, and no one can approve of these business certifications other than him.

Somehow, having you with him, suddenly made this paperwork a little bit more tolerable.

[roboticromantic]

I was inspired to do my own pinata assignments for some of my f/os after seeing @bugsband do so! I fell in love with VP as a little kid when I could only play the original demo version of it on the Xbox 360 arcade disc and it only grew when I finally got an actual copy of the game as a gift. A few years ago I bought my own xbox and got copies of both the original AND trouble in paradise for myself and while I def don’t play it as much as I want to, it’s still a favorite of mine 💛

Some of these are definitely based just on Vibes than anything else so some might not be as accurate lol but this was still fun. Under the cut because I typed too much-

This section I did first because they definitely seem the most accurate and understandable lol maybe kinda on the nose for some but that’s what makes it fun!

Present Mic (MHA) - Candary

Aizawa (MHA) - Crowla

Roman Torchwick (RWBY) - Pretztail

Hypnos (Hades) - Goobaa

Lysandre (Pokémon) - Roario

Kiryu (Yakuza) - Draganache

Present Mic and Aizawa are pretty self explanatory, especially if you compare the candary to how Mic looks in the flashbacks to when they were in High School lol. Aizawa probably wishes he was a kittyfloss but the crowla was calling his name. The crowla’s ability to distract Dastardos and save your piñatas from him temporarily feels fitting too. 

Roman being a pretztail is also self explanatory, the pretztail is well known for being sneaky and crafty and those are two things Roman does very well as a thief. 

Hypnos is a goobaa because. Sheep. Counting sheep. Yeah? Not to mention “the Goobaa is famous for its accommodating nature and dreams of world peace”.

Lysandre is literally lion themed. He has a lion. He is a lion. Thus, Roario. Not much more explanation needed.

Kiryu is the Dragon of Dojima. He is also a pain in the ass. Leaving it at that.

This section is a little less on the nose, but I still like the assignments anyways! Prismo was a toughie because I really wanted to assign him a pink pinata but I didn’t think many of them actually fit, except for maybe the pink flutterscotch.

Mordin Solus (Mass Effect) - Sweetle

Nihlus Kryik (Mass Effect) - Sour S’morepion

Prismo (Adventure Time) - Parrybo or Pink Flutterscotch

Mordin is a sweetle because they look similar 🥰 I also really wanted to include him since I was including Nihlus. Fun fact: I have personal beef with sweetles. The tutorial stuff drives me insane and I hate having to catch one. Same thing with the bispotti. Fuck those guys.

Nihlus obviously matches the sour s’morepion in terms of aesthetics, the hard plating of the scorpion and the deep red color, but Nihlus also kinda sucks (Which I say with as much love as I can physically give). These two belong together.

Prismo doesn’t actually really match the parrybo much but idk. There’s just something about that little dude that calls out to me. Pink Flutterscotch might be a better match because it’s pink and Prismo also makes me think of kisses. Anyways who said that-

And, because I’m legally obligated to do so. The Viva Pinata self ships themselves!

Leafos - Syrupent

Miss Petula - Tigermisu

Langston - Lickatoad

I should note that Petula is specifically a familial ship, in case people don’t feel like looking at my carrd, and Langston is more of a little side/not serious ship for me (I have a human design for him that I think is super cute though) BUT. It was too funny to pass up, okay?

Langston is obvious for obvious reasons, yeah. But I put tigermisu instead of a kittyfloss for Petula because gdi that poor girl deserves some respect and by god is she going to get it!!! She’s not a kitten, she’s a big ass cat.

And I say Leafos is a syrupent as nicely as I can even though it kinda sounds like an insult. I prommy it isn’t I love her 💚 but she can be a little bit of a snake 💚 love u girl 💚

Anyways yeah!! Pinatas!!! You should ask me about my favorite piñatas.

[bearofohu]

your tags on the lady layton anime poll tell me you didn't exactly enjoy watching it

Personally, i can only agree and i have my reasons for it, but I'm still curious as to why you dislike it?

I don't like it mainly because it's so... obviously made for little kids. In every part of it.

No culprit is actually bad, but rather 99% of them were doing a bad thing for a good reason, which is fine once in a while, but this is the case in literally every single episode, and it gets old quickly. They made a detective/mystery anime with no actual crimes depicted. I mean come on. On top of that, the episodes are so painfully formulaic. The mysteries themselves are interesting enough though, which is probably the only reason why i managed to suffer through it to the end. I also just generally dislike Layton becoming a father. I don't doubt he'd be good at it, but he just doesn't seem like the kind of person who would just adopt a whole ass child. I'm also generally not a fan of "popular character becomes a parent, so their child can continue their legacy". I just hate that trope in general. Children are not their parents and it's unrealistic to expect them to be.

And I'm also not a big fan of the main characters. I could probably write more if i seriously thought about it, but as a whole i can say that i just find them grating. Katrielle is supposedly an "english lady", but we rarely see her acting actually ladylike in the anime. Her interest in sweets is fine enough, but it's so overblown that it's just not believable anymore and instead turns into her only character trait, completely overshadowing her supposed interest in mysteries, which just seems like bad writing. And while the main plot, so to speak, of the whole show is her finding the professor, the only times that even comes up is in the episodes that are exclusively about that. Katrielle isn't really shown to be missing him at all, not even in private, which makes it seem more like she's searching for him out of obligation rather than because she actually wants to. The moments shown of Katrielle and Layton in the past are so few, it just seems like they wanted to do their own thing with the show, but had to slap the Layton brand name onto it for the brand recognition, and i wouldn't be surprised if that was the truth tbh.

Noah, or as the english subs called him, "Ernest" (for whatever reason), is probably my least favourite kind of character. I don't know, maybe it's his character design that makes me dislike him so much. I hate how he's such a huge scaredy cat and that being his one and only sole character trait. Seriously, what other character traits does he have? If you know any, please tell me, because i legit cannot think of any. Well, he does have this one other character trait of having a huge crush on Katrielle, but is unable or unwilling to actually ever act on it, which is a trope that I'm just so tired of. Like, either grow some balls and make a move instead of being passive aggressive to every other potential partner that approaches her, or give up on your crush and grow a personality! I don't care about how "realistic" this kind of thing is supposed to be, it makes for a terrible character. That coupled with his general demeanor just makes him boring as hell. If he was replaced by a lapdog that got carried around in a small purse, i doubt the anime would be much different. His only backstory we get is his two-episode backstory thing, but the whole thing hinges on an initial misunderstanding, or rather, it hinges on everyone else deliberately keeping Noah in the dark. He shows character traits in those episodes that could actually lead to him becoming interesting, but as soon as those are over, he's back to his normal, boring self, which is a huge shame.

Sherl the dog is the classic (and literal, in this case) example of "all bark, no bite". It's never explained why only Katrielle and Noah can understand him, and this fact doesn't matter either, because it's rarely, if ever, called out by other characters. He doesn't have the sense of smell like a typical dog, effectively making him useless. His role is the animal mascott of the agency and anime, the third character to make a trio, and to be the comic relief. That last one is a shame though, because he's not funny at all. Or maybe the whole "yelling at ridiculous character for being ridiculous" thing is just not my thing.

These are my main reasons. There are a few more things I don't like, but those are more nitpicks.

So I know why I don't the anime (and now so do you), but I'm curious as to why you don't like it. Same reasons as me? Completely different?

your reasons are really valid criticisms and i agree with most but mine are actually pretty different

my reasons are probably going to be more based on bias rather than the overall quality of the show bc to be completely honest with you i hate both mystery room & lady layton and think both attempts to “reboot” layton was lazy, uninspired and unnecessary

and if a lot of this makes me sound like an old ass man its bc i am when it comes to layton. my 7 year old ass was playing CV on its release week in the US. im an OG snob to the bone so honestly you should take my beef with LMDA with a grain of salt when it comes to presenting legit critique bc while i do hav legit critique, above all else i have “i just hate this shit”

hino ignored “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it” and for that i never intended to give either spin-off a chance and im not ashamed to admit that this point. i knew i wasnt going to like mystery room when it was announced, but it was so obviously a spin-off that it was very easy to ignore and safely assume it was just an AU type deal

but then shit got personal when i found out LMJ was going to be professor layton’s successor. back in the day when all that hoopla was occurring i always had to back up my complaints by emphasizing its not bc i don’t like the change, its bc of x and bc of y.

but the truth is there was nothing wrong with LMJ in regards to the game they were trying to make. LMJ and by extension LMDA is for kids, marketed towards kids. thats why the puzzles are piss easy. they’re not badly made, they’re for children. the plot isn’t sterile and corny and safe, its for kids.

if LMJ/LMDA were a spinoff i wouldnt have had such a problem with it. but it wasnt. it was supposed to be a successor to layton, but its not a successor, its a total replacement that fails its source material in every possible way

and thats my problem with it. professor layton didn’t need to be remade. it didn’t need to be remade for children. children could stomach the original perfectly fine. the unwound future trauma beat my 8 yr old ass and i came out just fine

there is nothing wrong with LMJ/LMDA if it stayed in its fucking lane. instead hino attempted to replace a franchise with it that was totally and utterly different in every aspect which totally alienated OG fans and completely failed to capture new ones

and i hate LMDA more strongly bc the relic stone arc is such a failure of a professor layton story. it steps all over hershel’s character and makes him such a prideful deadbeat who gladly sends himself and luke to their possible demise for NO fucking reason. if layton knew they were going to get captured by rufus aldebaran’s stupid cult then why the FUCK did he let luke come with him. jesus fucking christ. he would not let that boy walk to his death

..or maybe he would bc of what happened in azran legacy. fuck me. i swear to god everything thats wrong with LMDA i can trace back to azran legacys writing somehow

hershel aside it also shat on any of the impact that we would’ve gotten seeing luke’s growth. LMDA just throws a fucking eeeve stone at him and even then we learn almost fucking nothing about him or his wife or how they met. marina is the only character i found even a little bit interesting due to how fucking hardass it was that she indoctrinated herself into the cult that froze her man for 10 yrs JUST so she could one day save him. but ofc the fandom shat on her when LMDA was airing bc she wasnt luke’s husband (which she is btw. sorry some of u werent woke enough to see that)

hino obv knows by now that the reboot failed in nwos is any indication. and i don’t want to rip on hino bc at the end of the day after azran legacy blew fat stank ass in sales, he was just trying to bring bag back to professor layton. this just wasnt it and hopefully the hype around nwos has showed him the actual way forward for the franchise and if hes swagful enough he’ll just start giving LMJ the flora treatment

but yea this is such my brainshit of thoughts for why i personally hate LMJ/LMDA. hopefully it was even a little bit coherent and ty for giving me a chance to ramble and sharing your own thoughts 💖