#oh I even tried to come out to my mom which was mostly ignored

[dumb-doll-lips]

To like not be trying to shove all my little thoughts in a reply bc I feel like someone may find them amusing but Ohmygosh the thoughts got rambly.

And lol, yeah, it does feel silly. I was getting all ready to be like yeah even first relationship and the fun that goes with it was w a girl. But started rembering that maybe I liked that her guy best friend was a her a roommate a bit too much. He didn’t like me much, prolly some jealous (he seemed way into her) but prolly was annoying how I loved getting her to make a lot of noise. While I just like that, def also enjoyed knowing he heard and def was hoping he’d use us as porn. Other times with her I’d be imagining like if some man (or sometimes men) were watching. Maybe peeking in from the windows that I feel like we’re never totally closed or just like in the room.

Also like wanted to add that first time I sucked someone’s cock and got facefucked, I was still saying I was a lesbian.

[my-own-worst-critic-arina]

Prove it.

Gojo satoru x reader

Storyline - Gojo is your brother’s best friend. Things take an interest turn when your parents and brother are away.

Warning - this contains indecent language and smut.

Is it possible to cut your own ears off and still live? 

I mean, it sounds likely. Maybe I should google that right after I murder my brother and his idiot of a best friend.

It’s 1:00am on a Wednesday, and these two fools choose to play Slim Shady by Eminem at the highest possible volume there is on the speaker. How do I know it’s the highest volume? 

That’s because if it got any louder, my eardrums would explode. 

I tried to ignore it. I did everything I could to avoid having to go into my brother's room, not because I was scared of my brother; why would I be? I could always tell my parents when they got back from their trip. I’m my dad’s first daughter, so of course dad would be on my side. After that, I’ll shed some tears, and boom, I’ll have mom on my side. It’s too easy, honestly.

The actual reason I was avoiding going into my brother's room is far more complex. May I introduce to you my brother's best friend, Gojo satoru, also known as the Bain of my existence.

Satoru, or Satan’s son, as I call him, has been my brother's best friend from the time they were born until now, and in my brother's eyes as well as those of my parents and everyone else's, Gojo satoru can do no wrong. 

Which is highly incorrect. Gojo is an arrogant, supercilious, overbearing, bossy prick. I could go on, but for the sake of time, I won't, and the worst part of it all is that I seem to be the only person on the planet who thinks this.

Does that mean I’m wrong and satoru might be a decent human being? 

No, of course not; it just means everyone else is stupid, and I’m the only one who can see through his whole nice guy act. 

There you have it folks, the grand introduction of Satan’s firstborn. 

Suddenly the music stopped, only to start again, this time playing It’s Friday by Rebecca Black.

…..

Oh hell no! 

That’s it, anymore of this, and I will actually cut off my ears regardless of whether I live or not. And with that, I marched my way to my brother's room.

I don’t even bother knocking; I just open the door and walk right in, though I wasn’t expecting that, mostly because my brother always locks his door. That’s a little weird, I thought. As I look around the room, My brother was nowhere in sight, but I did see a very hot-looking body lying on his bed, with headphones on.

You . have. got to. be. fucking. kidding. me.

Without wasting any time, I walked straight up where the demon's head rested on the pillow, and I yanked the headphones off of him. His eyes instantly opened, and he began yelling at me, like a mad man. It was hard to make out what he was saying, but I’m guessing it was something along the lines of “what the fuck is your problem?” and “where did you even come from?” 

After a few minutes, the dork finally realized I couldn’t hear a damn thing he was saying because of the stupid music. 

He jumped off of the bed, walked over to the speaker, and, thank the Lord God, turned it off.

Wow, I never knew silence could feel this good; however, it didn’t last long.

“What are you doing here?” 

“I live here.”

“You know what I mean, don’t be a smartass,"  said the son of Satan as he made his way to me. 

“Better to be a smartass than a dumbass like you,” I said, giving him the death glare, which he of course returned. 

If looks could kill, I would be at least 8 feet under

I finally decided to speak since it looked like he wasn’t going to do anything other than stare at me as if he could just snap my neck any second now.

“Where’s my brother?” I asked 

“Suguru went out with shoko, they won’t be back for tonight. Shoko’s parents are out of town,” he replied.

“So then, why are you here?”

“None of your business,” he replied, as if I were being a pest to him.

“It is when you are blasting music at 1 in the morning on a Wednesday.”

“So what if it’s Wednesday?” 

“I have school tomorrow,” I replied. At this point, I am still fuming, and he isn’t making it better.

“And your point is? When me and your brother were in high school, we partied any day of the week, and you’re tripping over some music? Huh, you really are boring,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. 

“I’m not “tripping” and I’m not boring,” I replied firmly. Well, as firmly as I could. It’s not easy to focus when his eyes are so distracting. Oh, did I forget to mention satoru happens to be extremely hot? He seems to be God’s favorite for some reason. 

I was so distracted, I almost didn’t hear when he said 

“You are right. you’re just a prude who doesn’t know how to have fun.” 

What did he just say? 

“Excuse me, I’m not a prude, and I know how to have fun more than you do.”  

He starts laughing. The fucker throws his head back and starts laughing as if I just told him the funniest joke ever.

How fucking dare he

I’m not a prude. 

I know how to have fun. 

He’s just an asshole. 

I glare at him, and he finally stops laughing and looks at me.

He then says, “Oh yeah, prove it.” 

Without thinking, I replied, “How?”

He smirks at me, grabbing my hand and sending shivers up my arm as he drags me out of my brother's room and into mine. 

He sits on my bed so that his back rests on the frame. 

“Are you sure you want to prove it?” 

 

I nod my head.

 

“Use your words, sweetheart.” 

 

“Yes” 

 

“Yes what?”

 

“Yes Satoru ”

 

“Good girl, now fucking strip. Do it slowly.

 

I looked at him in shock before I began to slowly undress. I never thought I had a sub-bone in my body, but yet here I was stripping naked in front of my brother's best friend and listening to his every command.

 

I had to admit that it felt good to be told what to do in such a demanding yet incredibly sexy way. 

 

Once I was completely naked, I finally looked up to see him staring at me with lustful eyes. I also noticed the impressive bulge in his pants. But before I got the chance to stare, he spoke. 

 

“Come here and straddle my thigh now.” 

 

I lower my head as I walk to him, then slowly straddle his right thigh. 

 

He grabbed my jaw with one hand, forcing me to look up at him. He placed his other hand on my hip. 

 

“Kiss me,” he said. 

 

I sat up a bit so I could place a soft kiss on his lips. 

 

“What the fuck was that? Kiss me like you mean it, like you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk for days,” he said as if I had insulted him. 

 

So I kissed him again, this time I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He tasted like peppermint; it was warm and soothing, but at the same time rough and dominant. 

I felt like I was on cloud 9. I never thought kissing could feel this good. 

 

I could still taste the sweet peppermint flavor on my lips even after he had started trailing butterfly kisses from the top of my neck to my breasts. 

 

“Grind yourself on my thigh.” 

He said as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth while his hand played with the other. Still keeping a firm hand on my hip, he helped me move myself onto him. 

 

I couldn’t help but moan; it just felt so good.

 

“That’s it, princess. Moan for me. Let me know how desperate you are for me to fill you,” he said in a husky tone. 

 

With that, I moan again. Moving my hips against his jeans felt like heaven. I can only imagine what it would feel like to have his cock buried deep inside me. 

 

I suddenly realized I was naked while he was fully clothed. 

“Aren’t you taking your clothes off?” I ask

 

"Patience, baby, don’t rush. Just relax and let me make you feel good,” he replied as he delivered a spank to my ass. 

 

I moaned at the sensation.

 

“You like that, don’t you, baby? You like when I spank you like a little slut.” 

 

I don’t reply. I’m too caught up in the pleasure of grinding myself onto him.

 

He spanks me again. this time harder 

“Answer me”

 

“Yes! I like it when you spank me.”

 

“That’s my good little slut,” he whispers sweetly in my ear, as if he isn’t degrading me, not that I’m complaining. 

 

I started grinding faster as I felt a tingling feeling of ecstasy, and before I knew it, I was screaming satoru’s name as came on his jeans-covered thigh.

 

“That’s it, baby. Scream my name. Let everyone know who you belong to,” he whispered in my ear as I rested my head on his shoulder and continued to ride out my orgasm. 

 

I kept my head on his shoulder while I tried to stabilize my breathing. 

 

Gojo placed a sweet kiss on my head. 

“Don’t get tired on me now, sweetheart. we’ve only just started,” he said in a soft tone. 

 

“I’m not tired. I was just giving you some time to catch your breath.” 

 

“If you say so, break time up. Take my clothes off,” he says as he gets up from bed and stands beside it. 

 

I slowly hop out of bed and begin to take off his clothes one after the other, all the while keeping eye contact with him. 

 

As I’m about to take off his boxer, he stops me, grabbing me by the neck and kissing me. The kiss is full of pure dominance. After what felt like forever, he finally pulled away, allowing me to catch my breath. Resting his forehead on his mind, he says, “You’re so fucking perfect.” 

 

That makes me smile. “I want to do something for you." I tell him as I place my hands on his chest. 

 

“You don’t have to,” he said firmly. 

 

“I want to,” I replied. 

I kiss his chest and work my way down, leaving hickeys as I go. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, looking up at him.

 

I removed his boxer, freeing his massive cock. I have to say I’m impressed.

He had to be about 10 inches...

 

I placed a soft kiss on the tip, then 

I lick from the base of his cock to the tip, once again placing a kiss on it.

 

“Stop teasing me,” he groaned. 

 

“You can’t make me,” I replied. 

 

“I can’t?“ he mockingly asks as he grabs my hair, pushing my head forward so that I take all of his cock into my mouth. 

 

"Fuck,” he moans. 

 

I started I sucked his cock, bobbing my head up and down while my hand played his balls. I did this until I decided to try something a bit different. 

 

I stroked his dick with my hands as I sucked on his balls. 

  

“Just like that baby, you’re doing so well.” 

 

After a while, I go back to sucking on his dick, this time bobbing my head faster. 

 

I moaned at the taste of his precum on my tongue. 

 

"Aghh, fuck that feels amazing; you’re going to make me cum,” he says in a rough voice. 

 

Satoru uses his hold on my hair to guide me, pushing my head down until I gagged, then letting me up for a split second before pushing me down again. 

 

He moaned my name, pulling my hair back, making me look up at him as he came into my mouth. 

 

"Swallow,” he said, looking into my eyes.

 

all the while. Maintaining eye contact with him, I swallowed his cum.

 

“That’s a good girl. you look so fucking good on your knees for me. I want to taste you,” and with that, he lifted me by my thighs and placed me on the bed. He kissed me passionately before moving downward, placing butterfly kisses from my neck to my hip. He then started to bite and suck the inside of my thighs, all while maintaining eye contact with me. Teasing bastard. 

 

"Please,” I begged. 

 

"No,” he paused, thinking before he said 

“If you want it, you’re going to beg like you need it.” 

 

“Please satoru. Please touch me. I need it so bad, please,” I said, looking at him with teary eyes. 

 

"Hmm, how can I say no to that?” 

He hooks his hands around my thighs, pinning me down onto the bed. 

 

Finally breaking eye contact with me to look down in between my thighs. 

 

“Such a pretty pussy, I haven’t started yet, and look at how fucking wet you are.”

 

He leans in and licks up my slit.

I pushed my hips forward against his face. 

He pinches my clit “bad girl.”

 

“Good girls wait and take what is given to them. you want to be my good girl, don’t you?” He asked as he rubbed my clit.

 

"Yes, satoru” he said, nodding at me before devouring me like a starving caveman. 

 

“Fuck, you taste incredible, baby. you’re going to make me addicted to you.” 

 

When he started sucking my clit automatically, my legs began shaking. I was pretty sure if it weren’t for his hold on them, they would have collapsed. 

 

I started to feel a familiar sensation creeping slowly towards the climax.

I screamed his name as I came on his tongue. 

 

“What a magnificent sound, I just want to hear it again and again and again.” He said this as his eyes slowly trailed from my eyes down to my legs. 

 

“I need to feel you wrap around me,” he said as he moved so that we were in a missionary position. 

His fingers dug into my hips as he held me in place, looking into my eyes as if asking for permission.

 

I nodded my head. 

 

“My girl, you’re so beautiful,” he says. As he rammed into me with one powerful thrust, he moved his hands so that one was pressing down on my lower stomach while the other he used to grab on to my neck, giving it a squeeze every few seconds. 

 

“Come on, rub your clit for me like the dirty little slut you are.” 

 

Follow his orders. I started rubbing my clitoral area, and gosh, it felt amazing. 

 

“Does that feel good, baby?” 

 

I once again nodded, too caught up in pleasure to speak.

 

"Yeah, I fucking bet it does.” 

 

He persists in thrusting in and out of me, making me see stars. 

 

“Fuckkk…… You’re so fucking tight.” 

 

Hearing him moan and whimper in my ear because of how good I felt around him was the hottest thing in the world. 

 

“I’m so close, baby; I want to come with you.”

 

He continued to thrust into me, this time hitting my cervix, causing me to scream out a loud moan as we came together.

 

We just stayed like that, connected together, looking into each other’s eyes. He slowly pulled himself out of me and readjusted us so I was lying on his chest as he moved his fingers up and down my spine. About 15 minutes passed before satoru lifted me up bridal style and walked towards the bathroom, where we took a relaxing shower together. 

I felt like I was in heaven and couldn’t stop admiring him as he took care of me, gently washing me clean and then placing a kiss on my forehead when he was done.

 

After the shower, I put on his t-shirt and a fresh pair of pants while he wore his boxer. Satoru once again lifts me and gently places me on the bed.

He laid his head on my chest and positioned his legs in between mine. Reaching his hands down, he started to massage my thighs. 

 

“You know, I never truly hated you. I just needed to tell myself that because the truth is, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were on my mind day and night, yet you seemed to not even care that I existed, so I started to annoy you as a way to get your attention. To be honest, I even bullied you a bit, but I promise you, I never did anything with the intention of hurting you. I would never hurt you. You’re mine; always was and always will be.” 

 

“And what about you? Are you mine?” I asked. The truth is, I had a crush on satoru when I was younger, but I thought he was out of league and would never go for someone like me. It hurt to know that, and when he started to be an arrogant asshole towards me, it just made it so much easier to hate him. 

 

“I’m yours," he said, moving his head so he was now looking up at me. He continued, "y/n/n), you fucking own me. I have loved you for as long as I can remember, and nothing is ever going to change that. Go on a date with me, please. I promise, if you give me a chance, I'll try my hardest and be the best fucking boyfriend there ever was, because that’s how much I love you.

I love you, ( y/n ), with all my heart and soul.” 

 

I smiled as I replied, “I love you too, toru, to the moon and back again, and yes, I will go on a date with you.” 

 

He smiles back at me and then kisses me. This kiss was different; it felt passionate and soothing.

 

Everything about this moment was perfect, and I never wanted it to end. 

Author note: Thank you for reading my honey bunches of oats✨💜

See you in the next post.

[irondad-defensesquad]

If every porkchop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs

Also on AO3! I already wrote a fic about Peter unknowingly keeping Tony's sweater, but I thought, what if he does screw it up? (Pretending I did not actually ruin the dress my mom bought for me and now I'm pretty much freaking out since she's out of town)

TRIGGER WARNING: anxiety/panic attacks (not detailed much).

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

--

Peter is usually calm while he’s sewing – he’s got more than enough experience sewing his own clothes and his Spider-Man suit.

But trying to fix the hole in Mr. Stark’s MIT sweater is hard.

For one, Peter forgot he’d had it since the last time he slept over at the Compound. Second, he only realized the damage when he took his clothes out of the washing machine. His stomach became instantly cold when he saw his mistake. It looks like someone ripped it on purpose, and Peter absolutely hates imagining how Mr. Stark is going to react to this.

Not only this, but it has a nasty stain that Peter doesn’t know what it is. Maybe it’s from his other clothes.

Peter spends a while trying to fix it. The stain goes away, at least. But the hole…

“He’s not going to notice, right?” Peter asks himself.

Despite being able to sew it back together, he didn’t get the exact color, and it’s probably obvious how desperately he sewed it.

This is Mr. Stark’s personal object. He trusted Peter with it. If he’s kept it this whole time, then it meant something. And Peter ruined it. Mr. Stark already got furious when Peter lied to him and hacked his suit. Imagine what he’d do about opening a freaking hole in his MIT sweater?

Peter’s eyes are filled with water.

Either way, he soon washes his face and heads out to patrol (mostly so Mr. Stark doesn’t get suspicious of the teenager’s absence). Peter asks Karen if there’s anything going on in town, and she answers no. The boy hates admitting that he wants something to distract himself with, even if it’s just a bike stealer.

Peter thinks about the sweater, thinks about that hole, thinks about Mr. Stark finding out, thinks about not telling him about the sweater, which will make things worse since lying makes Mr. Stark angrier, and the hero will certainly cut him off again, ground him, not trust him again—

“… Kid? Hello?”

What the heck, is he hearing voices now?

He tries to ignore it when Mr. Stark supposedly talks again.

“Peter, can you hear me?”

“M-Mr. Stark? Is that really you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” the man sounds a lot more concerned and suspicious. This clearly sounds like an actual phone call. “Are you alright?”

“Um, y-yeah, yeah!” Peter does his best not to gulp. “Why’d you ask?”

“Karen told me you’re not feeling well.”

“Oh.” Only now does the arachnid see the high, red-colored heartrate on the screen.

“Did something happen? You wanna talk about it?”

‘“N… No, no. Nothing really happened.”

“Peter, don’t lie to me.”

Don’t lie to me, don’t lie to me. You know what happened last time you did. “Seriously, Mr. Stark. I’m fine. I’m just a little nervous about school, that’s all. I only just started my patrol and- nothing is really happening.”

He doesn’t know if not seeing Mr. Stark’s face on the screen worsens his anxiety, since he only gets silence for a few seconds.

“… Yeah, I see there’s not a lot of trouble near you, so what do you say I pick you up and we have a day off? I’m in town right now. We can fix something in the lab, but I want us to relax today, okay? We can watch a movie, we can play videogames, whatever you want, kiddo.”

“O-Oh,” Peter’s screwed, so screwed. If he says no, Mr. Stark will get more suspicious, and he won’t let that aside. “Okay, yeah, sure thing! S-Sounds fun, Mr. Stark.”

“Alright, I’m only ten minutes away from your place. You can pack your things, but no rush.”

“O-Okay.”

“Will you be okay before I get there?”

“’Course, no worries.”

“Hm.” Mr. Stark is not dumb. “See ya soon, kid.”

“B-Bye!”

Peter groans when the man hangs up, wishing he could hide under his bed and never come out.

Should he take the sweater with him? Should he leave him here? Maybe he can fix it later? He knows very well he can’t, though. What if Mr. Stark asks eventually? Peter can’t keep postponing this.

Whether he reveals it or not, Peter puts it in his backpack along with his other things.

Soon enough, Mr. Stark appears.

Despite obviously wanting answers, the billionaire acts casually. Probably so he doesn’t make Peter more anxious. If anything, Mr. Stark mostly talks about potential movies they can watch today.

Meanwhile, Peter hides the fact he wants to throw up or throw himself out of the car. It’s not like Mr. Stark is keeping him at gunpoint, because the man just wants him to be safe and comfortable. This is not on him, this is Peter’s fault entirely.

The trip to the Compound takes forever. Peter feels like he’s going crazy. Him not spilling the beans for two hours is certainly a virtue, considering Peter does not know when to keep his mouth shut.

Once they arrive, Mr. Stark tells him to relax while he gets everything ready for their fun day. Peter nods, suppressing his need to break down in tears and beg Mr. Stark not to kick him out for ruining his sweater.

He is able to have some time alone, pacing in his room. Peter whispers to himself what he’ll do next. He feels he’s going to inevitably cry in front of Mr. Stark if he keeps to himself any longer. But Peter doesn’t want to be ungrateful, to ruin their time together. He knows Mr. Stark is busy, so making time for Peter is certainly a lot of effort, and the boy only spit on it.

Peter, don’t lie to me.

I wanted you to be better.

Sorry doesn’t count. Sorry doesn’t count.

Then the two knocks.

“Peter? Can I come in?”

Is he freaking out again? Why can’t Peter be less obvious?

“Y-Yeah, come in!” He replies either way.

The door opens. Mr. Stark is smiling but he is analyzing Peter as well.

“I got everything ready, if you want to go to the living room.”

“I-I’ll be in a minute.”

Mr. Stark nods, yet he hasn’t left just yet.

“Is… there something you want to tell me?” He wonders.

Peter gulps now.

“It’s okay, Peter, you can tell me.”

Don’t lie to me.

Don’t lie to me.

“I—”

“Kid—”

“I ruined your sweater!”

“… What?”

“Y-Your MIT sweater, I didn’t realize I had it this whole time and- and it was in the middle of my laundry, and I screwed it up, Mr. Stark!”

Peter finally grabs it from his backpack, showing Mr. Stark, who only looks more confused.

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?! I-I opened a hole in it! Then I tried to sew it back together and it just looks worse!” He tears up. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark! I-I should’ve noticed I had it, I should’ve—”

“Kid. Kid!” Mr. Stark walks closer to him but doesn’t touch him. “Easy. Easy. I’m not angry, okay? I’m not angry.”

“W-Why not?”

“It’s an old sweater. I have more of these.”

“B-But it means something to you…”

“You mean a lot more to me than a sweater, Peter.”

“Please don’t leave me again,” Peter says as if he can’t absorb whatever Mr. Stark is saying. “Please, I promise this won’t happen again.”

“Oh, bud, come here. Come here, now.” Mr. Stark is readily hugging him, not arguing they’re not there yet. “It happens, okay? It happens.”

Peter hugs him back, gripping the man’s shirt as his hands also hold the ruined sweater.

“… The last thing I could ever want is for you to be scared of me,” Mr. Stark admits, pained. “I know I get mad sometimes, kid, but I want you to know you can tell me anything. You can tell me when you mess up. I’m not going to cut you off again. I learned from that mistake, too. You can trust me, okay? I’m supposed to look out for you – I want to look out for you, so that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Peter sniffs, realizing he’s calming down as Mr. Stark soothes him.

The former lets go first, handing the latter the sweater.

Mr. Stark analyzes it, not seeming mad at all. If anything, he looks… proud?

“Not bad, kid. Not bad at all. You could sew some cool patches here. If you want I can give you my old black denim jacket, too. Go punk.”

“What? Really??”

“Sure, why not?”

Wow. Peter does not deserve this man.

“You still up for our movie? Or whatever you want.”

The teen smiles genuinely for the first time today.

“Always, Mr. Stark.”

His hero returns the sweater to him. This belongs to you.

Peter no longer looks at it with shame. Yeah, he’s proud of his sewing. He knows he’s good at it.

[nowoyas]

vespertine: evening blooms 5 - humans (nishinoya yuu/cat hybrid!reader)

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A/N: happy new year! one of my goals for the year is to finish this fic. I don't currently have a solid plan for how long it's going to be or where it's going after the settling in arc so step 1 and most of the following month is just going to be me LOCKING IN on planning for this fic so I can start working towards following the path set in said plan.

Summary: The cat needs a bath.

Warnings and tags: suggestive content and themes

Words: ~2900

Yuu really, really, tries, but it's difficult to make much progress with you, even when neither of you have much to do except spend time with each other. That, and every time he thinks you're warming up a little bit, he has to give you more of those pills you don't like. He'd hoped to crack your shell a little before the inevitable, but here's the inevitable now, and you're still mostly just glaring at him and opening your mouth to either bully him or question the foundation of human society and culture.

He has a mental checklist for the day, one which he's actually made decent progress on for once. So far, he's made sure you're both fed, ignored a call from his mom, and ordered more of those skirts you could actually tolerate. Also on the list for later: he wants to have a fun conversation with you, if he can—not just a series of questions and bad explanations. He also needs to get the new clothes you do have cleaned, probably do his own laundry at the same time, and—the inevitable—get you clean.

Somehow, he doesn't think you're going to be very open to a bath.

So he spends the day moving around you. You emerge from your tent to sit on the loveseat incorrectly (and, given the whole skirt deal, improperly, but he tries his best not to look and is privately a little glad that you don't have to be persuaded into underwear) and watch him play video games, your eyes laser-focused on the screen and your tail flicking at the air with interest.

Over lunch—he's had to keep a steady three-meals schedule because of you—he sighs and rips off the bandaid.

"So, Kitty-cat—"

"You're not naming me that."

"I need to call you something," he replies. "I promise we'll get you a real name that you like, okay?"

You eye him warily, but let him continue.

"So. Kitty-cat, which is not your name. Do you ever bathe?"

You blink. Tilt your head. "I keep my tail and my ears clean."

Oh god. You grew up on the street.

"Can I talk you into something you might hate, but which will make you feel really good when it's done?"

"Why?"

"It's something humans do regularly. It feels nice to be completely clean, and it'll keep that cut on your stomach from making you sick."

"Is that the thing you've been doing that changes your smell? You go into the wet box and come out smelling different."

He nods. "Yeah! Because of your surgery, we'll be using the bathtub, so it'll be a little different, but we need to get you cleaned up." He neglects to mention the smell clinging to you—all things considered, it could probably be much, much worse, especially given that Hirugami estimated you to be as old as twenty despite your tiny frame and you've apparently never gotten completely cleaned.

Your ears flatten, sticking out to the sides. Airplane ears, the care guide had called them. Not the best sign. "You want me to go into the wet box."

"I'll come into the wet box with you?" he tries. "I know you don't want to, but I really, really promise you'll feel better after. You don't want to get sick, right?"

"I get sick all the time. I'll be fine."

"Kitty-cat, you can also just not get sick. Sick will mean more meds for longer, and I know you don't want that. Please?"

Your ears don't move from their flattened position, and you've dropped your head a little to glare at him, but you do nod, so that's progress, at least.

Yuu has the strange sense he's going to get bit very soon.

~

Shockingly, you seem to relent pretty easily once he gets you into the bathroom. Yuu is firmly—firmly—out of his element as he helps you strip down, silently laments the direction his life has taken as he fills the tub partway with warm water. You don't protest too much when he directs you to sit in the water, but you also don't relax any.

This is… not where he thought his life was going when he took the host job. He expected to go home with some beautiful rich woman, to get to gloat about being some woman's sugar baby. In the time since he started, he hasn't gone home with any beautiful woman, hasn't gotten laid once. But now here you are, in his bathtub, tail flicking water into his face as he pulls his shirt off and reaches for a clean hand towel and body wash.

"Do you wanna smell this stuff before I use it on you? I've got some other things I can use in the other bathroom if you don't like it." He offers the bottle, cap opened, for you to sniff. It's some of Mei's stuff, flowery and stereotypically girlish. You wrinkle your nose and shove it away.

Okay. No problem. He can handle grabbing his body wash from his bathroom. He walks out too quickly, the image of you in the tub—nipples at attention, suggestion of future curves (once you get used to eating regularly) on display, stark naked and more bothered by the water than the fact that you're naked and alone with a man.

He swallows thickly, moves quickly as he grabs all of his bath stuff, just in case. He returns to find you just waiting, staring.

He's gonna hyperventilate if you don't stop acting so damn blasé about your body.

"How's this?"

A sniff. A nod of approval. "I was wondering why you smelled spicy all the time."

A soft laugh. "Spicy?"

"Mm. Spicy."

"Alright. We're gonna make you smell spicy, too, okay? Maybe once you get used to this we can take you shopping and you can pick out your own soaps, too."

You nod. Failing any other distractions, he dumps some soap on the hand towel and begins to wash you, willing his boner to go away as his hands find soft skin and start working at the thin layer of grime coating your legs. The angle is awkward with the tub, and before long, his knees start to hurt, but you don't complain or anything as he works.

"Still good?" he asks, voice cracking a little. He winces.

"I don't understand how this is supposed to make me feel better," you reply quietly. When he glances, barely willing to make eye contact with you, you're staring at the water, darkening with the dirt he's managed to loosen.

"Well, we're not done yet. I'm gonna move up your body, okay? It's time we got these bandages off of you."

You don't reply, but you also don't protest, and he braces a hand against your hip as he sets aside the towel. The dressing comes off easy enough, revealing more bare skin to make his heart hammer in his throat.

Chill, Yuu.

The surgical sites look alright. None of the signs of infection Hirugami told him to look out for—he very, very gently pokes as close as he can get to one with one finger to check for any surface heat—and they seem to be healing okay. He can even see where the vet tried to clean the area around the stitches when they had you overnight, and he does his best to aid with that.

"Your injuries look like they're healing okay. Have they been bothering you at all?"

A shake of your head. "They ache a lot, but I'm okay."

"And your ear?"

You bite your lip, looking at him with watery eyes. He watches your ears droop in real time. "I want it back. The way it was."

He lets out a sympathetic sigh. "I know. I'm really sorry. You'll get used to it, okay?"

"It hurts. I don't understand why they cut my ear, or why they cut my stomach, or why they—why they hurt me, or—" You sniffle, which turns into a sob, and he keeps his hands moving even as his heart breaks.

"I'm so sorry, Kitty-cat. If I could have protected you from that, I would have. All we can do right now is try to live better in spite of it, alright? Your ear and your stomach are gonna heal, and I'm gonna protect you so no one ever hurts you again. That's all I can do."

You don't speak the rest of the time he's bathing you. You're wordless as he washes your back, your shoulders, the base of your tail, your hair—he's extra careful around your ears—even your arms. You shake under his touch, cry quietly. Let him drain the water and dry you off without complaint, let him help you wriggle into fresh panties, into your new skirt, into one of his loose t-shirts. Don't even flinch when he runs the hair dryer, as low a setting as he can, and brushes your hair out.

When you're all done, you slip past him and go straight to your tent, curling up inside with the flap zipped shut. He listens to you cry as he orders delivery, referencing the menu items against your food restrictions in case somehow a cake secretly contains a whole onion, and by the time delivery arrives, you've fallen silent.

If he ever finds the motherfucker who did this to you, he's walking away with a murder charge and not an ounce of regret.

~

"Hey there, Kitty-cat. You wanna get up for a little bit?"

You don't move or respond, but your ears flick. He suppresses a smile—you're way easier to read than anyone told him to expect.

"I got you some food. This's a little different from what we've been eating. I thought it might make you feel a little better."

"Is it gonna put my body back?"

He sighs. "No, I'm not sure anything can do that. But a lot of humans I know like it, and I made sure it should be safe for you. It might be sweeter than you're used to, but I wanted you to try it."

You sigh and sit up. His shirt slips off your shoulder a little—without thinking, Yuu reaches out and slides it right back up before passing the plate over, careful not to drop the fork. "Here. Have you ever had cake?"

Your eyes flick between the plate and his face. "You said it's sweet?"

"Yeah. Do you like sweet stuff?"

"Why are you being nice?"

He shrugs. "I hate the guy who hurt you. I want you to like me, and I want to make you happy."

"Why?"

"Maybe because I can't make myself happy? I dunno." Ah. That… hadn't been at the front of his mind, but… "Do you, like, know what a job is?"

"I've heard people talk about 'em before, but not really."

"It has to do with the paying the landlord thing I told you about before. A lot of stuff in the world is owned by someone else, which means it's theirs and you can't just have or take it. So we use this stuff called money to give to other people so they'll let us use stuff that's theirs, and…" High school civics, don't fail him now. "Basically, the way you get money is by going to a job and doing certain things for someone who has more money than you so they'll give you some of their money, and then you can use that to get things like food, and a space to live that's warm and out of the rain, and clothes. The reason I have to pay the landlord is because he owns the building we live in and doesn't want to give it up."

"So what's the landlord's job?"

"His job is actually being a landlord. He, uh… honestly, he doesn't really do anything except own the place and take our money. Sometimes, he tells other people to come fix stuff in here that's broken for us. It's messed up, but if we try to just take it, he'll make other people hurt us or take things from us. That's why we can't bite him."

You stare down at the plate. He can't help but notice you're more interested in the conversation than trying the cake.

"And because of the landlord, you can't make yourself happy?"

"A little. I don't really like having a job. At my job, I go to this big loud place with lots of people and I talk to women all night and try to make them like me. It's not really what I thought I'd be doing. I have to flirt with them and act like I'm interested in them so that they'll keep coming back and spending money at the place I work."

"Why don't you like it?"

He shrugs. Settles in on the floor. "I never really thought about what I was gonna do when I was younger. My friends all, like, got real jobs, where they do something that helps people, or they went to school to get even more important jobs. My job gives me a lot of money, and I only have to go to it three nights a week, which is a lot better than other people, but… I dunno, it asks for a lot. I don't recognize the person I am when I'm there."

You set down the plate, emerge just slightly from the cave. He turns, sits beside you as you pick the plate back up. "Why are you different?"

"The people I'm supposed to talk to have to like me. They won't like me if I just act normal. And besides, they're not interested in me. They just want someone to pretend to be their… uh, their mate, for a few hours."

"You should get a different job."

He shrugs. "The pay's good."

"But you said you're not happy. And I guess that because you're not happy, you're trying to make me happy instead, but… does making other people happy make you happy?"

He nods. "Yeah, I think so. When I get a new client at work, and they're new to the whole thing and caught up in it, I can make a lot of girls smile a lot. I like it when girls smile, and it feels even better when I'm the one who made them smile."

You hum thoughtfully. "I don't know if I've ever made anyone happy or smiled at all."

"Never?" he repeats, gasping in mock horror. "Okay, now you have to try the cake. I'm gonna buy you everything I can until we find something that does make you smile."

"Smiling is happy, right?"

"Yeah, smiling's happy."

"That's… really something that humans do," you say quietly. "We do happy in other ways."

"I know, but you're not completely not human. C'mon, try just one bite of cake. Get a little frosting, too."

"You're so pushy," you grumble, but you do your best to fumble with the fork until Yuu realizes the problem—you're not really used to forks.

"Here, lemme help." He takes the fork from you, scoops up an ideal first bite of cake—just the right ratio of cake-to-frosting, not to overload you or get you something too dry. "Open?"

A tentative sniff. You seem to approve of the smell, at least—he'd gone with vanilla from a hybrid-friendly bakery, reasoning that you might prefer something milder to start with. You're apparently able to have most human foods, really, with a few notable exceptions—most cat hybrids are allergic to garlic and onions, but not all—but he'd still wanted to be careful. He doesn't want to imagine the crack that'd form in your barely-a-relationship if he gave you something that made you sick.

You open your mouth, close it around the fork. Yuu's treated to your reaction in real time—the way your eyes widen and light up, the way your tail raises up behind you. No smile, but you do take the fork from him and fumble with it to eat more without any hesitation.

"Good?" he asks, suppressing a laugh.

You nod. "Real good."

"I'll make a note of that. Feeling a little better?"

"Nothin's fixed, but it's good. Um… humans say thank you, right?"

"Yeah. When someone does something nice, and you're glad they did it."

"Thank you, then."

He watches you eat with a soft smile. When you're finished, he licks a thumb, cleans the smudge of frosting off your cheek. You flinch at the touch, but relax a little.

"I'm gonna head downstairs to feed Mama Kitty in a little while and sit with her. Do you wanna come see her and the kittens? I'm sure she's worried about you."

You nod. "I gotta tell her thank you, too."

"When I brought you home, she came up to see you, y'know. Maybe she thinks of you like one of her kittens."

A thoughtful hum. "Maybe. When can we go see her?" Something soft lands gently on his lap. When he processes the sight of your tail resting on his leg, having wrapped around behind the both of you, his heart melts.

Yeah, this is no fucking problem at all.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @staygoldsquatchling02

[youboredright]

Fate Cannot Be Changed

What happens if the strongest mafia known to be the coldest man alive gets arranged married with a sweet hearted woman? Can the innocent Yn change Gojo Satoru, biggest mafia in Yakuta? Maybe or maybe not..-

Mafia Gojo Saturo x Yn

(Part - 3)

Yn's POV

I did not realise when I feel asleep, but waking up I met a quiet house. Gojo left. Grabbing my phone the first thing I realised was that I got the first ever message from Gojo.

Gojo : get ready by 7 we will go to my parents house.

My head was filled with who the people was and who was Nora. My head was filled with thousands of thoughts so the day passed away quickly. I could just do the house chores and nothing else. Soon as I sat to have my evening tea the clock caught my attention. It was 6:30. Shit. I have 30 minutes to bath and get ready. By the time I was done with bathing and touching up my makeup, I was left with 5 minutes. I hastily wore the first dress that was in my closet. It was from my mother. It was a long black silk dress. It had a lot of memories. Before I could get all nostalgic I heard the a knock on my bedroom door. When did Gojo come. Opening it I saw Gojo, in his tuxedo. He looks extra tall. Oh gosh his legs and his biceps. Snap out if it Yn. I reminded myself that I am just a tool for Gojo. I simply nodded and approached him. "Let's go". The drive was mostly silent. And it was me who always spoke. "We are staying there tonight" Gojo announced. Shit. I wore this dress which is.. well nice but for sleeping I don't think is the best.

It was deadly quite, so as a good wife I tried to break. "You look nice" I said looking at him for a clue that he liked my compliment. He did look nice but specifically hot. Those veins popping out while one of his hand resting on the steering wheel . God I am falling it has not been even a month of our marriage. But Gojo did not say anything or even look at me. Did I make it more awkward ? " Sorry I didn't mean to make yo-" "We are not going to a party why did you wear a dress like that." Our voices overlapped. "I didn't know that." Oh that hurts. This black dress was nice. I got a lot of compliments. Was it that hard for him to just say I looked nice? "You are wearing a tuxedo?" And he ignored me. "Um Gojo? About last night. Were they your friends?" I said. "Look Yn I told you it's none of your business. Why can't you get a simple shit in your mind, huh?" He almost yelled. I hate loud sound. He knew a lot about my life. But is it wrong for me to be curious about his? About my life long partner. I just deeply sighed . "Yn" he said in a firm voice. It was the first time in the car he spoke. I flinched as I quickly looked at him. "Y-Yes?" I stuttered. " I wanted to talk about our-" he was interrupted by my phone ringtone. I quickly tired to silent it but Jake called me. I got the same chills running through my body. I started getting flashbacks of my old days. It has been almost 2 months now. I should feel happy he called but no. I felt sad and also a bit angry. I wanted to hear what Gojo was saying. But I just answered the call anyway. Throughout my call I felt Gojo's dark auroma filling the car. Reaching home, Gojo slammed his hand on the steering wheel even without looking at me and got out. As I rushed to him, I saw him standing outside. Oh was he waiting for me? He grasped my wrist tightly and leaned forward. "Yn don't dare to make my parents suspicious or worried."

Gojo's POV

Last night I was sober enough to remember what happened. Even after treating her the worst treatments, she still cares. I told her about Nora. Did I hurt her? She looks so fragile as if I might break her any moment. In my life I only cared about Nora, my mom, Geto and probably Shoko. But there's is something about Yn I feel I need to protect her. A feeling I never got before. Yesterday I stumbled myself and told her about Nora. I do still love her. And yesterday and also today when Yn asked about Geto and Shoko I was, well very tired to answer. Last night I saw Yn's eyes filled with concern and care, like actual feeling. Nora was the last person I saw the concern and care in her eyes. It makes me want to melt. Her touch is so warm, makes me crave her touch more. But I will not fall in love with someone I am forced married with. I had and have to remind myself not to fall for her. Because if my plan works then this marriage will end within the next 4 months.

...

I can feel her soft breathing. Her warmth is radiating and I could feel that as she looked outside filled with thoughts. She looked so good in her silk black dress. Her breasts were pumped and I could see them. I wish I was the only one who could look at those. She had the perfect body. Big but not huge breasts and ass. And my favourite thick thighs. She is so pretty and innocent. It almost makes me want to ruin her. Make her dirty and show her what is my kind of love. This woman, only if she knew what she did to me within a few days of our marriage. But I will not fall for her. I learnt a very good lesson from my past. And I will make sure I divorce her as soon as possible, when I will be done with her parents. "Yn" I said in a firm voice. She flinched as she quickly looked at me. "Y-Yes?" She stuttered. Am I that scary? " I wanted to talk about our-" I was interrupted by Yn's phone. I nodded as she answers. "Jake? Hey? How have you been?" Yn spoke in a soft yet confused voice. I don't normally eavesdrop but who the fuck was Jake? I felt weird and agitated. Why would MY wife, who wore MY ring, lived in MY house talk to someone specifically a boy? But then again I had no right to be. What was worst is Yn let out a soft chuckle hearing something 'Jake' said. It felt worst. I looked at her as I realised that I got a sudden urge to stop the car roughly pull her by the neck and kiss her. And then make a lot of dark hickeys and show the fucker the hickeys specifically the ones on her boobs and nec-. What the hell did I just imagine, making out with my arranged wife? The one I hated the most? Shit, what was happening to me. But I got a feeling that I had to remove Jake from my wife. Probably murder him. He got some nerve to talk to wife and make her chuckle. As I stopped the car in front of my parents house I slammed my hand on the steering wheel out of frustration, causing Yn to flinch. Great. Why am I getting annoyed just by remembering 'Jake' ? Why do I even care? I couldn't answer as I got out of my car.

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To be continued

[waterfire1848]

Mailee!!

#6. Coffee Shop AU

Hello, anon! Thanks for the ask!!

Modern AU by the way!

Mai was gonna kill someone if she had to deal with one more annoying customer. If one more person came up to her and said she did an order wrong, even though she never did, or that someone in the shop had taken their seat, or that they didn't like how she in particular was dressed, she was going to jump over the counter and strangle them.

"You seem upset." Mura, her aunt, said, coming from the back room with a tray of pastries.

"What? No. What gave you that idea?" Mai groaned.

"Mai." Mura snapped.

"Sorry, aunt Mura." Mai whispered, "I'm just tired."

"I can see that. You look ready to kill someone." Mura chuckled, "Just, please don't actually kill a customer."

"What? You mean I can't go to jail for murder? You're no fun." Mai had a whisper of a smile on her face as her aunt chuckled, placing the pastries in front of the glass so customers could see them.

The entire shop mostly sold coffee but they also had some bread, cookies and brownies for people to nibble on. It was her aunt's way of competing with larger businesses. That and the fact that everything here was much cheaper.

Mai started working for her aunt last year after her dad went to prison and her mom ran away. She moved into her aunt's house the next day with her baby brother. Mai herself was nineteen when her mom left, old enough to be on her own but not to have custody of her brother. Her aunt refused to let her just try and make it on her own and took Mai in as well. Now, she was working at the coffee shop to earn some extra money for college.

"How many sales?" Mura asked.

"Not many. It's a slow day." Mai gestured outside to the pouring rain, "I don't know anyone stupid enough to drive out to a little coffee shop in this weather."

As if waiting for that exact moment, Ty Lee came running in. She was wearing a raincoat that was soaked and the wind has caused her hair to break free of her tight braid, "Mai!" Ty Lee cried.

"Ty? What are you doing here? You shouldn't be out in this weather." Mai tried to keep her emotions down, old habit from her parents, but she couldn't hide it. It looked like the start of a hurricane and here Ty Lee was, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

"Oh, it's just a little rain. I'm not going to let that stop me from seeing my friend! I've come here every day for the past three months and I refuse to break my record now." The acrobat took her usual seat, "So, how are you? You were planning on calling your ex, right?"

"Yeah. I backed out of that." Mai admitted, "I don't think it's a good idea to get back together with him."

"I told you. I never liked that Kei Lo guy." Ty Lee said. Her voice was filled with a dislike for the man, which was weird to Mai seeing as how Ty Lee had only met him three times.

"What?" Mai knew Ty Lee didn't like Kei Lo that much, but the way she talked about him. You'd think he killed her dog or something, "Why? He was a sweet guy."

"He was a boring guy." Ty Lee corrected, "He spent thirty minutes talking about his favorite flower. I'm sorry, Mai, but I think you would have just gotten bored of him after awhile."

"You're not wrong, but...I don't know. After Zuko, I felt like I needed something more boring and safe. Kei Lo seemed like the perfect guy for that." Ty Lee nodded.

"Fair." She allowed, "Maybe...maybe there's something else you could ask for a date?" Ty Lee suggested, pressing her lips together.

"Like who?" Mai asked, "I don't know anyone else I could date."

"Really? No one? No one has shown any interest?" Ty Lee asked. Her hand went up to her hair, releasing it from the braid to let it fall down to her hips, "That can't be true. You're really pretty and kind and funny." Mai sighed.

"I don't know what to tell you. No one has-"

"Mai!" Mura called, "I need your help." The older woman waved Mai over to her with a sense of urgency.

"I'll be right back."

"I'll be waiting." Ty Lee's smile seemed kind of sad but Mai ignored it. It was probably just in her head.

Mai walked back behind the counter and to her aunt, "Trouble with one of the machines again?" Mai asked.

"No, I just couldn't watch that anymore." Mura sighed, "Ty Lee wants to date you."

"What!?" Mai froze for a moment. She hadn't meant to yell. Mura's soft smile and nod was enough to remind her that her parents weren't here. She wouldn't get in trouble for showing emotion, "She doesn't like me."

"She just called you pretty, kind and funny. That girl has a major crush on you." Mura told her, "Even I can see that as clear as day." When Mai didn't respond, Mura spoke up again, "Do you like her?" Mai nodded, not trusting herself to speak, "Then ask her out."

"What if she says no?" Mai asked, "She's been one of the few constant things in my life right now. I don't want her to stop coming to the shop."

"I have a very strong feeling that she won't say no, but, Mai, how much happier would you be if you were dating this girl?" Mura asked, "I see you looking at the clock before she comes in because you're waiting for her to arrive. I see how much happier you are when she's here."

Mai thought her aunt's words over. She wasn't wrong. She did find herself constantly counting down the minutes of when Ty Lee would arrive and, even on their busiest days, Ty Lee always managed to make things better. Even when she was at home and tired from both work and school, Ty Lee's texts were always a big help.

"Okay. I'll do it." Mai agreed.

"Good. Pass me your apron so you can talk to her without customers talking to you." Mura said.

"Thanks." Mai walked back out into the main room with as much determination as she could muster. Ty Lee's face brightened up when she saw Mai return and take a seat.

"You look so serious. Is everything okay?" Ty Lee asked.

"Yeah. I just want to ask you something."

"Sure! I'm all ears!"

"Would you want to-" Mai didn't get to finish her question because an older woman began speaking behind her. From the way she dressed, Mai instantly knew what kind of persons she was dealing with.

"Excuse me. Are you the teenage girl who works here?" She asked.

"I am, but I'm not working at the moment." Mai snapped.

"You are being very rude, young lady. I'm just trying to buy something from your shop. You should be grateful." The older woman snapped back, "Come on, you can get up and help me pay." Mai took several deep breaths. It wasn't a big deal. This woman was not going to get to her. In fact, it could actually be a funny story between her and Ty Lee later.

"Ma'am, she's not-" The woman held up her pointer finger which made Ty lee stop talking.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, honey, I asked for your friend to do her job." She said, "Now, chop chop. I have places to be." Okay. Mai did plan on handling this responsibly but she drew the line at someone being rude to Ty Lee.

"Hey. You do not speak to her like that and you don't speak to me like that. I will not be helping you today because you can leave. Feel free to come back when you get a better attitude." Ty Lee almost burst out laughing at that but held it together to see what the woman would say.

"How dare you!? I am a paying customer-"

"Not anymore." Mura said, taking the coffee, "Please leave our shop and, as my niece said, feel free to return when you have a better attitude."

"You can't just kick me out!"

"Actually, I can. This shop reserves the right to refuse service to anyone. If you stay, I will have to call the police and I'd hate to take up their time." Mura said, "So, if there is nothing else?" The woman looked between Mura and Mai then stomped out.

"I apologize for her Ty Lee, I hope that wasn't too unpleasant."

"Are you kidding?" She finally allowed herself to laugh, "That was hilarious! I just wish we got it on camera."

"I'll send you the security camera footage." Mura chuckled, "Now, I believe Mai had something to say."

"I did." Mai confirmed, "Would you want to go out sometime? With me?"

"Of course I would!"

"Okay, I understand-wait!? Really?"

"Of course. Why do you think I keep coming here every day? It's not just for the free brownies." Ty Lee said, "I really like you, Mai." She grabbed Mai's hand, beaming at her.

"I really like you too." Mai said, "Sorry, I was so oblivious."

"No." Ty Lee brushed her hair away, "It's cute."

"Awww." Mura said, earning a look from the two, "Right, sorry, fade into the background."

"So, where would you want to go on our first date?" Mai asked.

Ty Lee brought her hand to her chin, as if pondering the question deeply, "Coffee shop?"

[justanamesstuff]

about everything! lol like do some one shots or sth 🥺

Aww I love you guys <3

Well, I can expand my thoughts about Matty, Arthur's friend and Ruth open her mouth about Mel haha because that's what I thought about today. PLEASE SEND ME IDEAS BECAUSE THIS GIRL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS WANT TO KNOW ABOUT OR IFFFF YOU WANT MORE ABOUT ALL I NEED 😂

Back to the family...

Arthur was around 13 years old, he made a really nice group of friends that hang out on the house most of the time. Matty and Y/n knew them very well, and she always brought food when they have their little gatherings...which all of them love very much.

One Saturday, Matty was on his studio and Y/n went upstairs to bring them some drinks and snacks. Arthur is very embarrassed about the looks his friends send to her mother. He knew she's beautiful, but she was his mom and hated when his friends made comments. They were aware and mostly do it on porpoise.

Y/n closed the door of his son's room, hearing a muffled 'your mom is so fit' which made her chuckled and continued walking. The sound of an object hitting the floor of Arthur's room reached her ears after it.

She made her wait towards Matty's studio room. Y/n opened the door slightly just to check if he was too busy. She knocked, and he turned around.

"Hey."

"Hi, baby." he greeted her.

Y/n went to stand beside him, but Matty was quickly to push her into his lap. She gasped and rounded his shoulders, bringing her face closer.

"Working?" she asked.

"Just finished." he mumbled, leaving in a kiss on her lips.

"Good, I just came from Arthur's room...are they bothering you?"

"Not really...have my headphones on." Matty caressed her back, titling to look at her face, her eyes.

"Guess what?"

"Mhm."

"I'm a milf now." Y/n smirked, making him opened his eyes wide.

"Excuse me?"

"Heard one of the kids saying I'm fit."

Matty faked standing up, still holding Y/n, "Okay, I'm going to kill a 13-year-old. Be right back!"

"Matty!" she chuckled. Matty returned them to the previous position.

"How they dare to look at my perfect wife..."

"What can I say?" she joked.

"Mommy!" the youngest of the house ran into the studio.

Y/n turned around on Matty's lap, looking at her. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked her 9-year-old daughter.

"Archie doesn't let me play." she whines.

"Oh, what a horrible brother." Matty exclaimed, gaining her attention. Ruth's face changed instantly, having her father's attention. Y/n tried hard to not roll her eyes. They had many conversations about him continued to baby her even when she was that old. "Come here, my darlin'."

Ruth ran to sit on his lap, on the other side her mother was sitting on.

"Why he's not letting you play?"

"He says I'll not understand the game." Matty turned to look at Y/n as if Arthur had said Ruth was Hitler.

"Mat-" she started.

"I'm going to talk with him latter." he promised her, bringing her closer to his chest. "What about Mel? Where's she?"

"She's not home." Ruth sit back, smiling at Matty.

Her father frowned and Y/n started to feel warm. "What do you mean, Ruti? I saw her two hours ago..."

"Mathilde Ruth..." Y/n tried to stop her, but she was Matty's female version.

"Mel is out with her boyfriend." she said in her innocent voice.

Matty stared at her, trying not to freak out. "Boyfriend?"

"Yes! I meet him, he's nice...he gave me candies!"

"Of course you like him."

"Ruth, remember this was something between Mel, you and me?" Y/n ignored Matty's eyes and grip.

"Oh, no..." she placed her hand on her mouth dramatically.

"Y/n, Mel has a boyfriend?" Matty asked directly.

"Matty...you have to ask her, I'm not going to betray her trust-" she started to ramble.

"Y/n." he didn't shout, but he was angry.

"Baby..."

"Don't baby me. Just say yes or no."

Y/n hesitated and just nodded. "Oh fuck, no." Matty exclaimed.

"Matty!"

"Daddy!"

They scolded him, but his mind was in another dimension.

I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSSS

[yallwildinrn]

Find the Word: Tag Game

Thank you @justabigoldnerd for the two tags!

I'm still alive lmao. I've been trying to be online less (with varying degrees of success), not be lowkey/highkey depressed, and also just. Been busy lol, so I haven't been on here as much. However, this tag game seems like too much fun to skip out on!

I'll be pulling mostly from Snake in the Grass (which I have been working on with actual success!), so come get your sneak peeks!

Rules: Share snippets from your work that contain each of the words the previous poster selected for you! If you can't find the word in your WIP (or don't have any WIPs), you can instead write a sentence/snippet around the word if you want.

My Words: rock, deny, sweat, trail (and hope & realize from Mawce's second tag just now lol) Your Words: flame, shine, hold, tear

Rock (from Chapter 5)

He wants to find a rock or some mangled chunk of pavement, toss it through the darkened windows of the dojo, and watch the glass shatter into cobwebs of cracks, explicitly ignoring how it reminds him of a shattered future that was all but stolen from him.

Deny (from Chapter 3)

Johnny swallows tightly, free hand squeezing tightly into the flesh of his thigh. Kreese did a lot for him. He won’t deny that. He looked out for Johnny, shaped him into a man, watched out for him. His sensei was a good man at one point. And then he choked Johnny out in a dirty parking lot, so that ship fucking sailed. He doesn’t deserve an ounce of fucking respect, sure as hell not from Johnny.

Sweat (from Chapter 3)

Envy bubbles up inside him along with something much heavier. Why LaRusso? Why does he get the special treatment? What makes him so special that they call him back to do something that was never even considered before? What about Johnny? What about the fucking two-time champion? He’s king karate (as Ali would say once sweetly, then mockingly)! He worked and worked and sweat and bled, and he should have been the one invited to defend the title. Not some punk who learned karate on a dime.

Trail and Hope (from Chapter 6)

Laura clears her throat, breaking the moment & pulling Johnny back in, and she asks, “How, uh- How are you? Are you back at work yet?” Johnny shakes his head, “Not back yet but hoping I will be soon. I’m feeling a lot better. I just need my doctor to give me the all-clear.” “Good, that’s good,” Laura trails off, but she doesn’t ask any follow-ups, and Johnny volunteers nothing. The silence returns. He opens his mouth to speak, but his mom beats him to it. “You know, if you need any help until you go back to work, I’m more than happy to-” Johnny sighs through his nose, short & hot, and he tightly cuts her off, “Mom, I don’t- I’m fine. I’m not taking Sid’s money. I can take care of myself.” The words come off sharp even as Johnny tries to keep a cool head. (Fix your face rings clear in his mind.) She does this every time. Every time. Can they have a single meet-up where she doesn’t try to throw money at his problems? Like it’ll fix everything? The more she offers, the more insulting it gets. Besides, he’s told her a million times exactly how he feels about borrowing money from Sid. Driving off the Golden Gate Bridge is a better idea than being in debt to that loan shark. Laura bristles and fixes Johnny with a cold stare. “I never said you couldn’t. And it’s not Sid’s money, when I married him-” “Oh, it isn’t?” Johnny interrupts. He meets her stare with just as much ice, so cold he hopes it stings. “If he left you tomorrow, he wouldn’t leave you a cent. None of that money is yours. Nothing up there is. Don’t pretend like it is.”

Realize (from Chapter 5)

His foot catches, and before Johnny can realize it, he’s falling. A cold screech cuts through the air as the floor tears open. He’s just barely able to catch himself on his forearms with a loud thud so he doesn’t plant face first into the degraded tatami floor, and his ankle hisses with pain. In his beeline for the half-shattered mirror, Johnny didn’t look where he was going, and he got caught on the foot sized hole in the mat. Just his goddamn luck.

Tag: Open tag! If you do this with the words I've offered, tag me so I can see your work :)

[lemontongues]

i think this restringing is gonna physically kill me lmao, whining below the cut

so. last spring, after my mom stopped doing the restringings because of her hand pain and before i offered to learn how to do the restringings because the people we were trying to send them to kept taking forever and doing shitass jobs, a woman brought in a strand of garnet beads that she wanted restrung.

the beads are cheap and shitty. like, you can get a similar size and quantity of garnet beads on etsy for 20-40 bucks. garnets arent generally that expensive and these arent particularly special in any way.

so for some reason, the person we sent the restringing to last spring took like. literal months to do it. and also she did an absolute shitass job. she used a thread that was completely the wrong size, way too thin, so

a) it fucking broke again in like four months, Obviously, and

b) cutting the fucking thing apart took me literally like 45 minutes because i kept having to stop to try to hold the thread in exactly the right way while cutting it, and when i failed i had to sit there and try to gently poke the knot that had gotten stuck inside the bead back out with a needle, because this lady somehow managed to pick the exact thread weight that would cause the knots to be too small to keep the beads in place, but just large enough to get stuck halfway through the fucking beads. incredible.

so anyway. we get this thing back. the lady is obviously mad about it. my aunt writes "ASAP" on the job and then holds onto it for a week. off to a great start.

then we have the little adventure with cutting it apart, which. mostly works. three of the beads end up with thread stuck in them so bad that i cant get it out no matter what i try jabbing through the beads. i break the nice needlenose tweezers that were apparently my grandpa's while trying.

take the three beads back into the store. give them to the jeweler in the morning so he can try drilling the thread out of them. he ignores them all day, then as we're standing there waiting to go home, he finally decides to try drilling them. starts on one. instantly breaks it. subsequently realizes maybe he should have tried soaking them in acetone first.

so he and my aunt both freak out and start talking about having the jeweler stop at a jewel cutter on his way to work the next morning to get someone to hand cut a matching bead for this fucking $40 strand of garnets

i go home, talk to my mom about it, she's a sane human being and just buys a strand of garnet beads in the same size and cut from one of our vendors. cool.

that all happened on wednesday. no further chaos yesterday.

today, the lady calls to ask what's up with them. we fudge the situation so she doesnt flip her shit on us because according to my aunt she's being incredibly high strung about the whole thing, which i believe because the stupid thing only got here like 2 weeks ago and she's already calling us to ask about it

my mom points out that even though we're missing some beads, i could start working on the other side of the necklace while we wait for the replacements to come in. im like oh okay thats a good idea!

come home. get my thread ready. the strand has these 5 weird and ugly gold foil-wrapped garnet beads in the middle, and im like 99% sure that two of the beads i cant use came from the right side and 1 came from the left. i decide to count the beads off to make sure the gold ones end up in the middle.

i count out 24 beads from each side.

there are four beads leftover on the left side of the strand.

please just kill me

[chaotic-multidimension]

The last thing Shō expected to hear when he came home from school was the soft sound of classical music coming through the door.

The only person listening to it was Reigen. What was he doing here?

Teru was with Kageayma today, he and Shō had separated right in front of the school. The redheaded boy was supposed to be attending his art club, but today he wasn't in the mood. Sue him. His mom lived in another town, and to tell the truth, she would be at his side.

With a soft click, Shō entered the apartment and left the door slightly aja

New target: to scary Reigen for entering their place.

Using his esp to cover footsteps, Shō sneaked into the kitchen, where the man was obviously cooking deliciously smelled chicken. Even from the stairs leading up to their 3rd floor apartment, the teen could smell the fried garlic. Shō was expected it to come from their neighbours, but this turn of events was way much better.

Reigen's phone was on the counter and the man was trying to read the recipe on his really small screen. Every other minute, he was leaning forward and squinted his eyes. It took a real stretch of Shō's will not to laugh at how ugly he looked doing it.

The teenager was really close to his target. His arm, covered by ESP, shimmered slightly as he reached out to touch the man's shoulder...

"Boo!"

Some weightless but huge and electrifying hands dropped onto Shō's own shoulders, disrupting his disguise. The teenager jumped - tried, because the hands wouldn't let him go far - into the air, yelping like a startled rat. Which, in turn, gave him the result he had originally sought - to frighten Reigen.

Although, what happened next startled Shō even more. He expected Reigen to scream, maybe stumble and loose his footing - after all, he'd seen him mostly run away when things got hectic. Instead, Reigen spun in place and swung his left hand behind him, or rather in front of him, followed by a swing with the spatula.

Shō was quickly leaned to the side by hands on his shoulders, dodging the blow aimed at his face, perhaps, because it landed far above his red hair, but the cooking instrument succeeded.

"Hey, you! Watch it!"

Dimple yelled, picking Shō up to move him away from the damage in case Reigen decided to continue. The teen put his hand on a temple and looked at his palm. It was oily. Small grains of rice stuck to his skin.

"You watch it! What was that?! I've told you a million times not to... oh! Hello, Shō-kun!"

Reigen's confused face quickly changed to one of annoyance.

"I didn't hear you return."

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at his phone.

"You weren't supposed to be here until 17:30. What happened?"

Shō licked his palm. Dimple gaped so hard that his 'true' form evaporated back into the cloudy one. Reigen muttered something like 'served you right, farty', which agitated Dimple to swat his hand at man's head, but was ignored. Mostly because the tiny hand went through without any resistance.

"And you shouldn't be here at all, Reigen-san," the teen said, looking expectantly at the brown-haired man. Seeing he had nothing to do now child was caught, Dimple decided to lie down on the man's head.

"It's mine and Teru-niisan's place, why are you here?"

"You didn't answer my question," Reigen retrorted, leaning against the counter. He crossed his arms over his chest, still holding the spatula. Then he glanced at his phone, but it was already off. The soft music also stopped.

"Should I?" the boy asked, leaning around the man. The food smelled delicious, especially this close. Reigen was making fried rice as a side dish. Shō's mouth watered and he licked his lips.

There was a short chuckle from above Shō, and the redheaded teenager looked at him discontentedly.

"My home, my rules, what's your excuse?"

"Wow, the kids really like you, Reigen."

"Those who are not influenced by Mob's little brother usually do."

Reigen grumbled, boldly moving Shō from the stove to stir the rice.

"Teruki said he was going to spend a couple of days with Mob and I know you are not a cook at heart. And wash your face already, really".

He went to not the sink, which was to Reigen's left, but to the windowsill. The teenager took some paper towels from the roll and rubbed his temple furiously.

"Yeah? Do you think I don't like to cook?"

"Shō-kun." There was a slight annoyance in Reigen's voice. "You're 15, no one at that age likes to cook if it's not their hobby or future career choice. And it's not yours. Besides, I have seen what you usually eat."

"Yes, you are the one to judge his eating habits, - Dimple commented from above. "After this, he wanted to snick out and to buy takoyaki. But you came earlier that expected".

"For God's sake, Dimple, shut up!

Shō laughed out a loud one.

"What's the matter? You decided to feed this child dull food, but get yourself something tasty? How cruel of you!"

Reigen's sigh was really heavy one.

"Shō-kun, please set the table," he scrubbed skillet by spatula with more force than it was needed.

"So... You know I'm going with you, right?"- his face was split in half with his signature shit-eating grin.

"Yes, Shō-kun, I know, and you are always welcome. For now, please, let's eat this chicken."

[another-melomanie-blorbo]

Spark Gone AU

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Okay so I already have playlists for this AU well they're in progress and i already have an idea abt what it is and the design (im just not very artsy like that TvT)

ANYWAYSSSS

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Splinter and Draxum take care of the turtles but they're always fighting and the fights have even gotten physical before. All and all its not a very good environment.

As for the boys, they mostly live in the sewers but frequently go to Big Mama's hotel to escape it.

In this AU Mikey is no longer the sunshine character, as much as he would like to he just... isn't. Instead a girl named Vicki (my besties oc) is. She lives with her father and step-mother and has a good environment, however, every other week she goes to stay with her mom and step-dad which is not exactly a good environment.

Donnie is often getting in fights WITH his two dads. He's sick of it but at the same time doesn't care. Still, he gets in between them which hes never ended well. If he doesn't feel like getting in the fight Leo told him not to and he needed to heal he'll lock himself in his lab and work, ignoring it as much as he can.

Leo is still the medic, actually he's really good. That comes from practice though. He would/will patch up his dads and Donnie after their fights. Its would always be so brutal, he was glad they at least were good fighters, at the same time though he wished they wouldn't fight at all. When they start arguing he goes to the med bay and starts to prep wondering if it'll ever end.

Raph is the oldest and is normally taking care of his brothers, making sure they are fed, that the have clean clothes, etc., etc. He protects them, tries to keep them out of trouble. Raph normally stays im his room or with one of his brothers. When his dads start to fight he just tries to ignore it by meditating or training.

Mikey spends most his time out of the lair. In the Hidden City, Big Mama's hotel, New York City roof tops, anywhere that wasn't home. He hated when they fought and hated hearing it. When he's on roof tops he listens to music and sketch's. He used to dance and he was a beautiful dancer at that. When Splints and Draxum fight Mikey leaves the lair, if he can't leave then he goes to Donnie's lab with his headphones and turn the volume all the way up.

Mikey has also thrown away his ballet shoes and no longer dances, only he knows why.

The boys have gone to school before but are now home schooled. They went to April's school thanks to Big Mama giving them cloaking broaches.

VICKI! okay so she has step parents on both sides. She lives with her dad and step-mom which is a pretty good environment. Every other week she goes to her mom and step-dads, which is not. They are always drunk and fighting. When she meets the turtles shes like "okay if i can't fix my family i can try here" she pretty much gives them their spark back.

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OKAY so whadaya thiink~? honestly i kind like this one. IM EXCITED EEEEEEEE i wonder how it will turn out OH WELL :D.

[royalhouseofcarrington]

Lord Nicodemo and Mr. William Samson's Wedding Rehearsal

Transcript below the cut!

Ben cracked the back of his neck as he approached the bar. “Budweiser please.” He said to the bartender. The bartender nodded. “Coming right up.” Ben almost missed the person approaching him from behind as the bartender handed him the beer. “Here you go.” Ben nodded his head, said “Thanks,” and nearly jumped a foot in the air when the person next to him spoke. “Do you have wine that’s kosher?” Ivan asked politely to the bartender. “We should have some in the back, lemme check.” Ivan gave the bartender a slight smile as she disappeared. “Okay, thank you.” Ben took a sip of his beer before he dared to speak. “Nervous for tomorrow?” He asked. Ivan’s shoulders seemed to tighten and then relax. “Yes, but no?” He laughed slightly. “I don’t have to give a speech, which I guess is nice. You?” 

Ben shrugged as he took another sip. “Same here. Not really a wedding person though. I’d be happy with an elopement and then a party afterwards.” Ben paused. Had he shared too much? Had he overshared again? He barely registered Ivan nodding in agreement as the bartender approached them again. “Same. Also, more cost efficient.” Ben opened his mouth to speak but before any sound could come out, the bartender came over. Ben had honestly forgotten she was there. She and Ivan spoke for a moment about the wines that they had and quickly, almost alarmingly quickly, Ivan was turning back to face him. Was it hot in here? Ben felt like he was on fire. He laughed nervously. “Can’t wait to tell my mom that when the time comes. ‘Hey Mom, I’m eloping!’ That’ll go over well.” Ivan laughed and Ben felt himself get hotter. Oh fudge. “If I ever get married, my dad is never finding out. Not from me anyway.” Ivan shrugged and took a sip from his wine. Ben tried to think. He and Ivan hadn’t really spent a whole lot of time together when Ben was younger, he was much closer in age (and closer) to Luca than Ivan, but he knew that their father was not unlike his own father. “You’re not sure if you do want to?” Ben asked. Why had he said that? Why on EARTH had he said that? Ivan shrugged and took another sip. “I do want to, but it’s a matter of finding the right guy.” Ben looked down at his own beer. “Yeah. I feel that.” 

There was an awkward silence between them for a minute and Ben wondered if Ivan would leave him to let Ben die of embarrassment in the bathroom when he spoke again. “Luca’s okay.” Ben looked up at him in surprise. “I didn’t-” Ivan shrugged. “I know that you two were… close.” If Ben wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now. Thank the gods his sisters weren’t here. “Nathaniel gave me a message from him to me through my sister. I’m glad he’s okay.” He said finally. Ivan bit his lower lip. “I can’t get him out right now.” He said after a moment. “Once I do, you two can-” Ben cut him off. “I’ve moved on. Mostly, anyway.” It was true, he had, in most senses of the phrase. “You’ve got a boyfriend?” Ivan seemed surprised. Maybe even a little bit disappointed. Ben shook his head, trying to ignore the expression on Ivan’s face. “No, no.” He said with a small laugh. “Wish I did, but alas. I’m probably one of the only ones here tonight without a date.” Ben gestured to the rest of the group that was present for the rehearsal through the door, his eyes landing on his cousins: Tom standing by his wife, keeping a watchful eye on his kids as they danced around their uncle, and Gia, on the dance floor with her own husband, trying to prevent their daughter from hitting anyone as they spun in circles.

Ivan nodded with understanding, feeling slightly relieved. “You and me both.” He admitted bashfully. “But I’ve gotta find one before my brother’s graduation.” Ben looked at him, expression unreadable. “Why?” Ivan made eye contact with the row of bottles behind the bar and tried to avoid looking at Ben. “My dad thinks I’m straight.” He said finally. Fortunately, Ben didn’t push the subject further. Ivan had a suspicion that he was used to pretending to be someone he wasn’t. Ben swirled the remainder of his beer around and they stood in silence for a moment. “What are you going to do after you graduate?” He asked finally and Ivan felt his shoulders unclench. “I’ve got a job lined up at the UoC museum.” He said quickly. Ben nodded. “That’s good.” Ivan smiled slightly in response. “Yeah.” 

Ben felt like every inch of him was on fire. His eyes, his ears, his nose, his entire face. Burning. “I should probably be getting back to the… to the party before people start to worry about me.” He announced quickly, purposely avoiding eye contact with Ivan. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ben paused and looked back at Ivan, who was looking at him, but his expression was hard to make out as he spoke. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.” Ben bit his lip and walked out from the bar area before he said something he was definitely going to regret.

[cantdanceflynn]

HERES MY PROPAGANDA RANT TO VOTE FOR AUDREY BC I DONT FEEL UP TO DOING ANYTHING ELSE BUT I CANT LIVE W NOT DOIN ANYTHING

1: SHES SO TIRED. JUST. LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT THE WORLD SEEMS TO MELT AROUND HER, SHE CAN BARELY KEEP HER BEST FRIEND ON HER SIDE, SHE IS LITERALLY FIGHTING THE INEVITABLE END OF THE WORLD, AND YET!! SHE ALWAYS FINDS TIME TO HANG OUT W SOME OF THE KIDS AROUND AND REASSURE THEM, TO KEEP INFIGHTING AT A MINIMUM, TO TRY AND TALK TO PEOPLE AND TEACH THEM HOW TO USE THEIR POWERS. SHE IS THE LIVING DEFINITION OF CHOOSING KINDNESS AS A THIRD, UNMENTIONED PATH, EVEN WHEN NOTHING SEEMS KIND

2: SHES GOT A KICKASS SPIDER HYBRID GF NAMED ARIA AMONGST THE ARMY OF VOID CREATURES AND THEY SEND EACH OTHER CUTE LIL MESSAGES W ONE OF HER SPIDERS AND ALSO AUDREY ENDS UP KINDA DEFECTING TO THE VOID ARMY FOR ARIA(MOSTLY BC THE LEADER OF HER SETTLEMENT GAVE UP BEING "CIVIL" AND STARTED HUNTING DOWN AUDREY(THE LEADERS SON WAS AUDREYS PREVIOUS LIFE AND INSTEAD OF HIS MOM TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR BEING PARTIALLY THE CAUSE OF HIS DEATH, BLAMES AUDREY) BUT ALSO BC OF ARIA) AND HAD THIS RLY RESPECTFUL RIVALRY BEFORE THE WHOLE "OH HUH. GUESS WE'D PROBABLY BE BETTER OFF NOT FIGHTING HUH" THING VDJKXCJKCSKHCSHKCSHKCSKH(WHICH, ID WRITTEN OUT YEARS AGO SO ITS WAY BELOW MY USUAL WRITING LEVEL BUT ILL PUT IT UNDER THE CUT AT THE END OF THIS)

3: EACH OF HER PAST LIVES IS A FULL CHARACTER, WITH THEIR OWN INFLUENCES ON HER MENTAL STATE IF SHE CHOOSES TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM!!! HER HISTORY IS THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD ITSELF, AND YET SHE USUALLY REJECTS THIS HISTORY BECAUSE OF THE STATE OF THE WORLD SHES IN. OBVIOUSLY FOLLOWING WHAT THEY DID WONT HELP HER, AND SHE HAS A WHOLE HUGE ARC COMING TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT SHE CANT IGNORE AND HIDE EVERY PART OF HER BECAUSE THATS THE DEFINITION OF HISTORY REPEATING ITSELF!!! (WHICH IS BY ITSELF META OF THE CLASSIC ISSUE W STORIES LIKE THIS, WHERE THE MAIN CHARACTER FEELS RELATIVELY STATIC, AND HOW MAYBE JUST ONCE THAT CAN BE THE CHARACTERS BAD CHOICE INSTEAD)

4: SHE HAS SO MANY FRIENDS!!! I MENTIONED WISP ALREADY, BUT SHES FRIENDS WITH A GOOD PORTION OF THE PEOPLE SHE HELPS. FOR EXAMPLE, A NYMPH WITCH IN TRAINING AND A DEER-MAN PAIR OF KIDS WHO ACCIDENTALLY CURSED EACH OTHER AND SHE HAS TO KEEP THEM FROM MAKING IT WORSE WHILE TEACHING THEM HOW TO UNDO CURSES, OR AN ANGEL AND DEMON COUPLE OF TROUBLEMAKERS SHE CAUSES CHAOS AND BREAKS UP MOBS WITH, OR A SMALL GROUP OF SELF PROCLAIMED PIRATES WHO NAVIGATE ABOVE THE VOID!!! THE CAST LITERALLY HAS HUNDREDS OF FULLY FLESHED OUT CHARACTERS WITH THEIR OWN ARCS, AND SHE TENDS TO TRY TO FIND ALLIES EVERYWHERE!!!

5: IN A SIMILAR VEIN, HER FAMILY!! DESPITE BEING VERY DIFFERENT, SHE GETS ALONG WONDERFULLY WITH THEM AND TENDS TO BE VERY AFFECTIONATE WITH HER SIBLINGS, ALTHOUGH SHE DOES HAVE TO KEEP THEM FROM GETTING INTO HER MORE DANGEROUS BUSINESS LOL BUT SHE CARES ABOUT THEM SO MUCH AND REALLY JUST TRIES TO KEEP THEM SAFE

IM TOO TIRED TO WRITE MORE RN IM GONNA PUT THAT WRITING UNDER THE CUT(ONCE AGAIN, OLD AS SHIT, NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF MY WRITING SKILL AND ALSO I WAS BAD AT PARAGRAPH BREAKS)

Audrey jumped behind a wall. What was that? She glanced behind the wall, checking to make sure that she wasn't seeing things, that the adrenaline hadn't gotten to her and it was real. And it was. An eagle hybrid, with lizard patternings and tails, and bat wings too. Tactically, it was a monster, and there would be very few ways to defeat it. She could slice the wings off, grounding it. But that wouldn't do.......... She shook her head. She should not have taken the sword this time. It hadn't even come in handy for the five minutes where she was fighting with.......... Aria! Where was she? Maybe she was her opponent, but she wasn't going to hope she fell to that beast. Or, well...... not a beast. The hybrid was clearly enraged, possibly through injections or some kind of pain stimulator. She stared at the sword in her hand, wondering how one of her previous lives ended up this analytic, before sheathing it. She didn't need the horrible, horrible interjections into her thoughts while hiding from that, and trying to find Aria. Based on her surprise, this hadn't been part of her plan. Which at least said something about her pride. Audrey wasn't sure what, but it said something. 

She stood up, cautiously looking behind her at the hybrid. They were still enraged, and clearly looking for something. Ok. So avoid the hybrid's search while finding Aria and getting some answers about what the heck just happened. She didn't dare run or unfurl her wings, so she stuck to walking around the empty halls, avoiding the banging coming from the arena. In retrospect, the room probably was more of a makeshift arena then she'd realized originally, but she was sticking with the name. As she walked, she kept glancing at the walls. There were little things everywhere, from the surprisingly beautiful art and murals on some of the walls, to the lockers that had been dragged to the walls and leaned against them; decorated with stickers and old christmas lights and the occasional name tag. How had the entire city been convinced that the voided soldiers were unsavable? That their humanity was gone forever? Because here it was. It had so clearly never ever left. 

She kept walking, until she passed a dark room with some level of noise coming from it. She could still hear the hybrid behind her, so this couldn't be it. She considered it being a trap or a trick of some kind for all of a second before she stepped in. Even with her wings folded against her back, they still created a glowing aura around her. Enough that she could at least see most of the room, and the cobwebs that covered the ceiling. And the black legs poking out of the darkness in the corner. And the spiders. And........ This was a cave. Aria lived in a cave. She approached the corner and saw Aria, face covered by her arms, sitting on the floor. From the twitch of her ears, she'd heard Audrey enter the room. Eventually she spoke. 

"I know, Cresa, I know. I couldn't defeat her in time, and you had to release your experiment. Might as well get it over with. Which of my favorite spiders do you want to take this time? Are you gonna return them in one piece this time? Or will they be unrecognizable?" The spite in her voice was lethal, and Aria buried her head deeper. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude. I'm really sorry, I really am." The words were quick, and sounded more recited then genuine. 

Audrey stood there before speaking. "Well, I'm not Cresa, and I don't know who she is. But if you don't want me to, I won't touch any of your spiders." Her voice was cautious, but as genuine as she could make it. She'd had time to cool down. She wasn't going to mock Aria again, especially not like this. Aria's head shot up, and her eyes met Audreys. There were tears in them. Lovely. Audrey had never been the best with emotions, and with the combination of the sword? What the heck was she supposed to do here?

Eventually she sat down next to Aria. She couldn't hear the hybrid anymore, although she wasn't sure if it was because of the humming or that it had just stopped. "So....... does "Cresa" take your spiders and hurt them a lot?" Aria gave her a look. She wasn't sure what it meant, but it was one. "Ok, first of all, I don't fail that often, and it's really rude that you're just assuming that. Second of all, yeah. Experiments of all sorts, from taking them and fusing them too other creatures, to messing with their consciousness, to just straight up killing them. Perks to being able to feel them and their feelings at all times are low." She let out a teary sigh as Audrey just sat there, thinking. "Well, why haven't you left? You don't have anything stopping you, you made it to the rock for the first five or so times we talked. And there are places, small as they are, that the Void can't reach."

Aria glanced at her, and held out a hand. "If you actually care, I could show you?" She started wiping away her tears with her other hand, as Audrey took her outstretched hand. "Of course I care. You're a person, and that means you should be listened to. Not always taken into consideration, but you seem nice enough when you aren't trying to stab or poison me." Aria giggled at that, and pulled Audrey after her. She was surprisingly strong and fast, and Audrey had to unfurl her wings to keep up with her as she ran down the hall, taking a few turns quicker then she could notice them. The route had to be muscle memory at this point. After a few turns, Audrey noticed how Aria was using her extra limbs to push off walls and gain momentum, making her faster then Audrey could be normally at the best of times. She made a mental note to try to do something similar. Eventually she stopped, using her legs to cause friction and slow down, meanwhile Audrey had to force her wings to close to not fly halfway down the hall.

"We're here. Be careful. Don't touch anything, please." Audrey was about to ask why, but as she got her balance back and looked up, it was obviously clear. The room was dark, but in color, not light. Huge carved stones with names, dates, and different statements and honors on each one stood in rows. Different colored gems with black streaks through them were inserted into the top of each stone. "It's your graveyard. Because the bodies are just liquid when voided ones die." Aria nodded and stepped inside, retracting her extra limbs and keeping her other ones at her side. Audrey followed her, doing the same. It was only respectful, and voided or not, it's what they deserved. Aria moved carefully to a specific grave, and touched the gem on the top of it. Audrey followed her, staying quiet. 

"This is our graveyard because, as you said, when a voided dies, it just becomes void. But I'm not a voided. The hybrid wasn't a voided. None of the Luni here are voided. So instead of trinkets and weapons, they get a proper burial. And my mentor wasn't voided either." The gem started glowing, turning the roof of the grave transparent. A body, preserved by flowers and void, with a kind face and a stab wound through her stomach, was underneath it. "Daisy. She was bound to this place. Even if she didn't love what she had to do, she loved this place so much. When she took me under her wing, I promised to stay here. When she died........ from an attack, I was still going to stay. But things got worse. I was considering it for a while. But then I searched a little harder. And found her again. You can come out." 

At Aria's prompt, a bright, sparkly ball of yellow light came out of the stab wound. "She became a spark", Audrey whispered, keeping her voice as quiet as she could. Aria nodded, smiling. "And if I left? She'd never be able to lift me up. She'd fail, and be caught in a loop. And I'd never want that to happen to her. She was my mentor, and made it so I didn't lose my powers. I owe her everything." The spark whirred around faster, clearly happy, before doing something resembling turning to Audrey. A noise that could be vaguely understood as a distorted "blorp" came out of it. Aria giggled, clearly happier now. "This is my........ this is Audrey. Audrey, say hi to Daisy. Daisy, blorp hi to Audrey." The spark complied, as did Audrey, who reached out to touch it. The spark shied away, back into the casket. Aria sighed. "Unless you want to pass out from electrocution, I would refrain from touching it. I had to learn that the hard way."

Audrey pulled her hand back. "So, how are we going to deal with the eagle hybrid? We need to stop them before we can do anything else, or else they're gonna become a problem real quick." Almost as if on cue, the noise grew louder. Much louder. Aria began adding webs to the corners of the room frantically, right as the roof around the doorway collapsed. The hybrid rose from the rubble, and rushed at Audrey, who used her wings to fly above it. Aria had finished the supporting cobwebs, and extended her extra limbs, beginning to move around the room slowly and calculatingly. The hybrid turned to her, and tried to ram her, before Audrey dropped on them as quickly as possible. It plowed into the ground, unlodging an empty grave and a light blue gem. Audrey winced. "Sorry!" Aria shook her head. "It was empty! Don't worry, just focus on getting it out of here!"

Audrey nodded, and flew off it, flying to the collapsed doorway. The hybrid ran at her, charging again. "The same move? Really?" She sprang up, leading it to run right under her. Unlike last time though, it gained its footing, and ran down the hall, using its tail to grab and bring Audrey with it. She brought her wings in to avoid extra pain, and looked behind her. Aria was following her, using her legs like before. Eventually, about halfway through the original route, she caught up, grabbing Audrey's hand and using her legs to create enough friction to pull her out of it. The hybrid realized she was missing soon, and turned back around as she and Aria gained their balance. It stood in front of them, trying to figure out who to attack. Aria went on the offensive. "I know how Cresa does these! There should be something, probably a syringe, around the wings. I'll slow it down, you chop it off. You've got that sword, and that'll easier then hoping to get it out and not knowing if it's still injecting." Audrey nodded, opening her wings and unsheathing her sword.

Ok, it would be easiest to dive under its wings while distracted. She never thought she'd appreciate the tactical thoughts, but here she was. She took off, flying around and waiting for the perfect moment. The hybrid ran at her, and she moved to the side at the last moment, and it hit the wall. Before it could grab her, Aria covered it in thin cobwebs. Audrey dove under its exposed wing, but didn't see anything like a syringe. She flew out and shook her head. "Let it out, and let it ram on its other side." Aria drew back. "I don't think I need to let it out." Audrey looked behind her, only to be rammed into the wall by the hybrid. Her wings protected most of her body, but they took quite a beating. The hybrid fell to the ground, and she managed to fly over it, before falling to the ground. Aria grabbed her sword before she could stop her, chopped off the syringe, and dropped it, shaking her hand and covering it in spiderwebs, before starting to move Audrey. She tried to complain, but then her eyes closed, and everything went black.

She woke up in Aria's room, on a platform of cobwebs. It was even darker in there then the last time, as she got to her feet. She tried to unfurl her wings, make it a little lighter in there, but her wings were bandaged tightly, both with actual bandages, and with cobwebs layered thickly on top of them. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel something in the room. In a second she felt six arms, four of which were sharper then normal, wrapping around her torso in a hug. "Oh thank Void! You're alive and ok! And guess what! Cresa didn't even find you! She would have probably used you in one of her experiments, but she didn't and you're ok!" Audrey was more then a little surprised, and broke the hug quickly. "Sorry. I was just so happy that you were still alive. The only way I even knew you were alive was because you weren't ash yet." It was definitely Aria. And she was way more affectionate then before.

"How long was I passed out for? And why are you so huggy?" Aria was silent for a bit, before speaking. "About twelve hours. I've been up for a while. I think you might need to be going." Audrey gulped and nodded, trying to take the bandages off her wings. Then she felt Aria take them off, unwrapping them carefully. "You had something in a few hours when we fought. I hope it isn't too late now." Audrey sighed, before unfurling them and getting a good look at Aria's face. She had bags under her eyes and was literally shaking. "Aria, did you really not sleep the entire time I was out? You really need to!" Aria shook her head. "Nope. I did not. I was too worried." Audrey sighed. "Why? And, before you answer that, get some sleep. I have to go. Now." The sadness in her voice was unavoidable, and Aria's shoulders slumped. But she listened, staying quiet and laying down on the cobweb platform, probably meant to be a makeshift mattress. Audrey crouched down and ran a wing along her back, before exiting the room.

She flew through the hall, pushing off against the walls to gain momentum, and eventually reached the arena. The hole in the roof was still there. She flew out it quickly, and began heading for the light blue dome on the horizon. Only when she was halfway there did she realize that she'd left her sword behind. And it hadn't been in the hallway. But she shrugged it off. Aria had probably just taken it. Using her cobwebs. Her very flammable cobwebs. Yeah. That was it. Sure. She just had to hope that Wisp wasn't too mad at her.

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Cresa picked up the sword, her hand turning melty as she held it. Interesting. She knew those runes well. The void would find this very interesting. If she was lucky, it would even spare her from having to dole out punishment to Aria and Ayla and whatever the hybrid was named. She didn't know which one had escaped. But based on how much destruction each had caused, that would be unlikely. At least she could hide Aria's new...... friend from the void. That would be enough to count today a win, if she could achieve that much for her.

ROUND 1, SIDE A, POLL 2

Onya ( @god-mouths ) VS. Audrey June ( @cantdanceflynn )

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( art by god-mouths )

What is your baby's name? Pronouns?: Onya (she/her)

Is your baby from a fandom or original?: started out as a toh but this is an oc baby now :)

How old is your baby?: 8

Tell us about your baby!: Onya lives in a foster home with ~6 other siblings! She as the baby of the family is very pampered by her Ma. she is a very business minded toddler, and can broker a deal with the best of them. Negotiated for a higher wage for her uncle simon (35). loves magic, loves centipedes and bugs.

Anything else you want to add?: she is silly!!!

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( art from this picrew )

What is your baby's name? Pronouns?: Audrey June, All pronouns but prefers She/Her

Is your baby from a fandom or original?: Completely original

How old is your baby?: 16

Tell us about your baby!: She's a Phoenix, in human(or, in this life, werewolf) form. While she can technically access the memories of her past lives through items that represent their lives, she prefers not to, as she doesn't like them affecting her thoughts. While she technically is disguised as a werewolf(has some traits, although has trouble passing around normal werewolves), she was adopted by a rabbit hybrid couple. And also bc I hadn't mentioned her whole story takes place in a post-apocalyptic world where a void god has taken over 99.99% of the world, aliens basically controlled by the void god rule the areas taken over by the void god, and the rest of humanity, all in small settlements or individuals shielded from the void god, have been with mythical creatures and cryptids and whatnot for so long that basically everyone is a combination of some mythical creatures genes. She has a best friend in a Banshee hybrid(and one of the few rare magic users) named Wisp, even if she had to turn down their romantic advances. She ends up spending most of her time either breaking up fights in her settlement, one of the few big ones left, or tutoring hybrids that are having trouble or in trouble, but she tends to take secret flights and hang out around bowling alleys and arcades to chill out.

Anything else you want to add?: She's basically my oldest oc, having gone through so many changes, but I love her more then anything. She didn't sign up for this, she just wants a good life w her family and friends, but living in the state the world is in means plans don't stay

[nerdysleepybunny]

I have a really stupid and personal TPN request— I am condemned for feeling love for a woman, and I am insecure of my feelings for her.

How would Emma react if (reader) talks about their insecurity of loving women, if they’re doing the right thing?

Mostly seeking comfort in this ask lol, and if this is too much, or too personal; please ignore it.

With all my heart, I want you to be comfortable taking requests and writing them.

Love you Shroomie, <3

— New Fan

This isn’t stupid at all! As a gay woman who often questions my sexuality I sort of relate to this. And I appreciate you for worrying about my comfort. I love you too, new fan! You’re awesome! <33 Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Emma (ft. Ray & Norman)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you) ((reader is lesbian and is an AFAB but I’ll still refer to reader with gn pronouns))

TW: N/A

Style: Hcs

Summary: Reader is a lesbian who is insecure and a bit unsure of their sexuality, so they seek Emma out for comfort.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Not only would you be ridiculed for loving someone romantically at this age, but it’d be even worse if they knew it was girls you were having these feelings for. You’ve read quite a few romance books in the library, and all they ever talked about were men and women. You tried to like boys, you truly did. But your heart was instead aching for one of the same gender.

Their uniform, their hair, their voice, their laugh, their personality, everything was just so gorgeous to you. All of these beauties were something that you simply couldn’t find in a boy. But you couldn’t express these feelings with anyone, not even Mom. Though, now that you thought about it, there was one particular girl who never judged anyone, no matter what horrible things they’ve done, and always tries her best to help everyone out.

Emma, the orange haired girl. One of the children who always got top scores, and who was a mother figure to every child at the orphanage. The exact girl who made you realize these odd feelings. Maybe she’d understand, maybe she’d be able to lend an ear and help you.

And so, you went out to the field where all the orphans were playing tag. Perfect timing, it seemed, as Emma was walking out the forest having a tantrum about how it wasn’t fair how Norman always won, with said boy laughing behind her. You saw this as an opportunity and took it, running over to her and grabbing her hand. She and her two best friends, Norman and Ray, looked at you.

“Uh, Emma, could we talk somewhere private?” The boys shared a suspicious look, which got you worried. You hoped you weren’t being too weird right now.

“Oh, sure! How does the library sound?” The girl replied, as positive as ever.

“Sounds great.”

“Awesome, let’s go!” She tightened her grip on your hand and ran inside, with you stumbling behind her trying to keep up. The boys were left wondering what was going on. You never really managed to make any friends, so you were always alone. You spent your time either in the library or in your room. The only time you were around everyone else was at breakfast and dinner, or when Mom forced you outside to try and make friends. Which sadly never worked, so you’d end up holding back tears as your face was shoved in her dress, feeling as unwanted as ever. They felt bad for you, honestly. But why would you suddenly come up and talk to someone? Ray was more than suspicious. Norman calmed him down with the idea that maybe you were just trying to make friends, besides Emma is one of the easiest people to befriend. Everyone knew that. Though that didn’t relax Ray from thinking you were trying to do something, so he went to spy on the two of you, leaving Norman no choice but to go with him.

The two of you arrived at the library, you leaning on a table out of breath. Since you never played tag, you weren’t used to running. Especially at the same speeds as Emma. The girl nervously chuckled and mumbled some apologies, you doing your best to tell her she was forgiven with your lack of oxygen.

Ray and Norman finally arrived at the library, peeking through the crack in the door and listening closely.

When you finally caught your breath, you stood up and looked at Emma.

“I just… needed someone to talk to about some thoughts I’ve been having. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all! I’m here to listen.” She smiled at you and sat down on the floor, you sitting in front of her and looking at the wooden floor, fiddling with your hands.

“So… you know how girls are supposed to like boys?” Emma’s eyes glowed up and she began giggling.

“OH MY GOSH, DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?!” You rushed to cover her mouth with your hand, Ray and Norman attempting to hold back their laughs.

“Let me finish! Um, instead of liking boys I like… girls.” Emma finally calmed down and looked at you with curiosity.

“Really? That’s cool!”

“You aren’t… weirded out by it?” Emma shook her head.

“Of course not, love is love! You can like anybody you want. You can even love something that isn’t human! But that’d be a little scary.” You giggled at her rambling, finally looking into her eyes.

“I really appreciate that. I always thought people would think that it’s weird.”

“Well, if they do, just know that I’m okay with it! And I’m sure everyone here would be fine with it too! You should try talking to them.”

“Um, I’m not sure…”

“Oh, you’re nervous? That’s okay! We can start with Ray and Norman!” Emma grabbed your hand and rushed out the library with you, making Ray and Norman stumble back when the doors were shoved open.

“Were you two spying on us?”

“Uh, no.” Ray said, looking away. Norman hit his arm and looked Emma and you in the eye.

“Yeah, we were spying on you. Ray was suspicious of Y/N.” Emma gasped and started hitting Ray on the head over and over, making him get up and run away whilst Emma continues to chase him. You and Norman laughed together.

“Hey, Y/N. Sit next to me.” He patted the floor next to him, and you sat down.

“We both heard everything, and we support you and are willing to be your friend. We can even help you make friends with the other children if you’d like! Though you may want to go to Emma for that, Ray and I are more used to our little friend group.” You nodded, scooting a bit closer to him, feeling safe and comfortable in his presence.

“Thank you.” He hummed in response, before getting up.

“Maybe we should find the other two before Emma kills him.” Norman laughed a bit, and you nodded and got up, the two of you running around in search of your friends.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Apologies if this wasn’t to your liking! And I got a bit carried away with Norman and Ray lmfao. But I still hope you all enjoyed! <33

[aparticularbandit]

Creepers Gonna Creep

in which eve likes her son’s bestie and makes some arguably poor decisions.

eve fletcher x agatha harkness

tw for minor racism

Jane doesn’t call.

It’s…it’s not like she’s avoiding Eve’s calls because, in all honesty, Eve has been terrified to call her.  What would she even say?  Sorry, I have a girlfriend now, and I didn’t tell you about it?  That would involve explaining why she didn’t tell her, which had more to do with they weren’t technically calling each other girlfriends until just then—

No.

That’s….

That’s a lie.

If Eve is honest with herself, she hadn’t said anything to Jane because she was afraid of what her friend would think, and she’s still not saying anything now because she’s still afraid of what her friend thinks, and even if Jane did call, she’s not sure that she would answer because what if she—

It doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter because Jane doesn’t call.

~

Eve finishes her facetime with Brendan a little later than she should. The problem with facetiming him from the senior center is that she only has so much time on her lunch break, and she always feels like it’s rude to be eating while she talks with him, which means that she ends up eating not on her break, but that’s fine because she gets to spend time with her boy.  Brendan mostly checks in during classes; he doesn’t want to get up early just to talk with her, which is fine, and his evenings are for studying.  Or partying – Eve knows her son, knows that he’d specifically chosen to go to BSU for their “student life”, and knows how her own college years had been.  He was doing well, and he was partying, and she wasn’t going to try and make him stop partying just to talk to his mom.  Honestly, she’s just grateful he wants to talk with her at all.

The last thing Brendan asks before closing out is, You’re doing okay?  Not still sick, right?

No, not still sick.  Eve rubs the back of her neck and looks up with an awkward smile.  Agatha’s been….  Her smile softens.  Agatha’s been taking really good care of me.

Ew, Mom.  Gross.  Brendan makes a disgusted face.  Son?  Don’t want to hear about your love life.

Eve’s eyes widen.  That’s not what I was—

A knock comes at Brendan’s door, and he rolls back, ignoring her to open it. Eve can hear someone – a girl? – on the other end. Hey.  You about ready?  Studying’s not going to do itself.

Yeah, sure.  I just gotta end this call with my mom—

Oh, your mom?

Eve tries to see as much as she can, but it’s not like she can just crane around Brendan’s shoulder or move over to his door and open it wide to let her in.  She’s not actually physically present.  Which is probably a good thing.  She’d had some friends in college that she’s very glad her mother never met.

Brendan rubs the back of his neck in the same awkward manner that Eve just did – which makes her heart ache with fondness – and he glances back over his shoulder at her.  Uh, yeah. You wanna…you wanna say hi?

You want me to meet your mom?  Hell yeah!  The barest glimpse of dark brown corkscrew curls peeks out from around Brendan, almost like this girl wants to catch sight of Eve just as much as Eve wants to catch sight of her.  You gonna let me in or—

Yeah, yeah.  Brendan moves out of the way, and the girl half-pushes past him, looks up at him with a wry smile, and then heads directly for the laptop like she isn’t worried in the slightest.

Eve takes in her darker skin with pleasant surprise.  She’d hoped that going to college would allow Brendan the opportunity to meet a variety of other people, which…she admits, sounds racist, she’s not racist, she just knows that Brendan has been in a fairly small-ish town and hasn’t gotten to meet as many people as he might have in a bigger city.  She’d been afraid that he would keep to the same kind of people he’d been with in high school, but he hasn’t.  Good for him.

Hey, Mrs. Fletcher.  I’m Chloe. The girl gives her a bright smile as she crouches down where Brendan’s swivel chair had been.  He sits back down on it as she speaks, rolls over to sit with them.

Eve smiles the easiest she can.  Hi, Chloe.  I’m Eve.

Oh, you’re one of the cool moms.  Chloe’s grin spreads.  I thought you should know, Brendan is making a ton of progress with his slur awareness—

Brendan gives her a gentle shove, cutting her off.  I didn’t say a slur.

The r word is a slur, Brendan.

The r word? Eve asks, blinking a couple of times.  She runs through all of the slurs she’s actually aware of in her head, all of the words that she used to use until she realized they were bad words, and comes up empty.  I don’t…I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Oh, you know, Brendan says, glancing back to her, how Jon-Jon’s retar—

We don’t say that word.  Chloe cuts him off, gives him a sharp look.

Eve gives a general, slow nod.  She has never used that word once in her life; she also did not know it was a slur. Good to know.  Does Agatha—  Agatha probably knows.  She doesn’t need to ask.

Chloe sighs, gives fond shake of her head, and turns back to Eve.  He’s getting there, Eve.  Just gotta get through that thick little head of his.  She reaches over and tousles Brendan’s hair.

Hey!  Brendan bats at her hand, but there’s nothing frustrated in it, not in that little smile he has.

Already, Eve likes Chloe one hundred percent more than any girl Brendan had dated throughout high school and particularly more than the one who had decided to give him a goodbye present before he left.  None of them had ever listened when she told them to call her Eve, had always decided to call her Mrs. Fletcher instead, even with her insistence that they refer to her otherwise.  She wasn’t – isn’t – Mrs. Fletcher anymore.  She’s Brendan’s mom, sure, and she was fine being called that, but Mrs. Fletcher makes it sound like she belongs to Ted, and he hasn’t been around in…in a decade. She’s just Eve.

Not that a child could ever understand that.

But Chloe does.  Apparently.

Eve can’t stop the fond smile that crosses her face as she sees how the two interact.  It’s only a few minutes, but Chloe’s made as good of an impression as she can.  I should probably let you go, she interrupts, resting her head on one hand. You need to study, and I—

—need to get back to work, Brendan drones.  I know.

It’s always good to talk with you, Brendan.  Eve’s glance trails up to meet Chloe’s dark eyes.  And it was a pleasure to meet you.

Chloe beams down at her.  Great talk, Eve.

Brendan gives her a playful shove.  Bye, Mom.

Bye.

Brendan’s video flickers out before Eve has a chance to finish speaking, but where once that might have bothered her, it doesn’t anymore. Instead, she feels warm, comforted by the fact that her son seems to be fitting in at college well and has such a nice friend (girlfriend, probably, although he hadn’t called her that) as Chloe.  She leans back in her chair and glances up just as Amanda knocks on her cracked door and pokes her head in.  Something wrong?

Amanda blinks in confusion.  No.  Nothing’s wrong.  Her gaze flicks back and forth, scanning the room, before settling on Eve.  I just thought, with all of the other classes, some of the seniors might like a yoga class?  It’s just some easy stretching, and I’ve been talking with one of the yoga instructors at Masters of the Dancing Arts who might be interested.  If you’re okay with it, of course.

That’s a good idea, Eve says, proud that Amanda felt comfortable taking such initiative and bringing it up with her.  It will just depend on how much it costs and whether that fits within our budget.  I take it you’ve been looking at the class schedule to see where it would fit?

Yeah.  Amanda shrugs with half a smile.  I actually already emailed it to you, so if you want to take a look—

Oh, sure!  Eve gestures for Amanda to come join her next to the computer as she closes out of her empty facetiming screen and pulls up her email address.  It takes a moment before she recognizes, Masters of the Dancing Arts…that’s Cian’s studio, isn’t it? Or was.  She wonders, vaguely, if it belongs to Agatha now or if someone else maintains everything, if Cian set their studio in someone else’s capable hands as they stared at their own mortality.  Someone had to be keeping everything running, or Amanda couldn’t be mentioning it now.

Amanda nods as she leans over Eve’s shoulder.  They used to slip into my yoga class every now and again.  I really liked them.

Without thinking, Eve asks, Did Agatha ever join you?  She pauses, shakes her head.  Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.  Her eyes scan her email until she finds the one she’s looking for, double-clicks it.  Then she begins to scan the potential new schedule Amanda drew up.

Once or twice, Amanda says, still leaning over Eve’s shoulder, but she usually just takes one of the studios to dance.

This looks good, Eve starts to say, focused on the schedule and not quite processing what Amanda says, so as long as it fits within budget—  She stops. Blinks twice.  She does what?

Takes a studio to dance. She’s really into that ballet stuff. I think she used to be a professional? I know Cian was…a long time ago.  Amanda straightens.  I’ll go check with my contact about pricing and get back to you.  She reaches over and gives Eve’s shoulder a squeeze.  Thanks, Eve.

As Amanda starts to leave her office, Eve stops her.  Amanda?

Hm?  Amanda turns back to face her.

Do you….  Eve hesitates.  This isn’t crossing a boundary.  It just came up it conversation, which means it’s totally fine for her to ask.  Do you go to yoga there often?  At…at Cian’s studio, I mean.

Amanda nods.  Not as often as I used to, but I try to get out once a week.  Most of the time, it’s really relaxing.  Sometimes I’m really sore after, you know?  Need to do more stretches in my free time, I guess.  She smiles, then, before Eve has a chance to ask, says, You want me to call you if Agatha shows up?

Eve hesitates again.  Surely, if Agatha wanted her to know, she’d tell her.  But maybe this is just another one of those things that Agatha would tell her if she asked – or, like owning The Scratching Post, maybe she expects that Eve already knows.  Especially if it’s such common knowledge that Amanda—

Yes, Eve says, cutting off her own thoughts.  If it’s not too much of a hassle?

Not at all.  Amanda grins, gives a little nod, and then backs out of the room.

Eve sighs, props her elbows on her desk, and leans forward, pushing her hands through her hair.  This is…probably not the way to be doing things.  If Agatha wanted her to know, she would tell her.  And she hadn’t.  But also—

I collapsed during a performance in New York.

I got the scars from a really bad fall.

Eve glances up, takes a deep breath, and pulls up Google.  She glances at her phone again – no texts or missed calls, not from Jane, not from Agatha – and tugs her lower lip between her teeth. It would be easy to tell herself that Agatha wouldn’t mind, but that’s a lie.  She knows that’s a lie.

Still….

Eve types Agatha Harkness ballet performance collapse into the search engine, not really expecting anything to come up. If something had happened, it had to have been a long time ago.  Or at least a few years.  So this isn’t really a risk or an invasion of Agatha’s privacy at all.  It’s not like she’ll actually—

Oh.

Oh.

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Eve tightens her hold on her steering wheel as she drives home.  She bites her lip.  Off and on all day, she has been debating calling Agatha, asking to talk about…about everything.  Except…she isn’t supposed to know.  She shouldn’t know.  And she could keep acting like she doesn’t know, but that doesn’t feel right either.  She takes a deep breath, clenches her teeth together, and at the next red light, pulls her phone out and dials Agatha’s number.

Agatha doesn’t answer, which isn’t incredibly unlike her.  She must just be busy.

Hey, Agatha.  Voicemail is better than nothing after all, and Eve would rather leave a message now than try to get up the courage to text her again later.  Can you come over later?  I’d love to—  She cuts herself off, swallows.  Can we talk?  It isn’t anything bad!  I just…. Her voice trails off.  I think we need to talk.  She bites her lower lip again.  Call me.

Eve shoves her phone into her pocket as she turns onto her street. That’s probably not the best message – we need to talk, who is she kidding?  If she got a message like that, she would be spinning into a panic.  She should—

Then Eve makes it to her house, sees who is sitting on her front steps, and forgets all about it.  She blinks twice.  Parks. Gets out of the car.  Jane?

He cheated on me, Jane says, voice soft, as Eve approaches. Craig’s been….  He’s been cheating on me.  She meets Eve’s eyes as Eve sits on the steps next to her.  Can I stay here for a little while?

Eve wraps an arm gingerly around Jane’s shoulders, and Jane leans against her, easy as she always has, as though nothing’s happened at all.  Of course, she says, squeezing Jane’s shoulder.  Stay here for as long as you need.

[1kook]

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this is part of my netflix & chill series takes place directly after vickey & hickeys !

SUMMARY See, there’s no one in this world who ignores his house rules more than you. Even worse, there’s no one on this planet who can make Jungkook ignore his own rules like you do.  WARNING smut, kissing, unprotected sex, missionary, a love for cum/precum, mentions of hickeys, uhhh idk what else lol MISC valentines day, jk cute housewife tbh, jk being in love again u know the usual, jk clean freak  RATING m (18+) WC 1.4k

NOTES its not proofread bc im lazy but i love them... doesn't that amount to something.... YES! we move lads 

Jungkook has been living by himself for about four years now, give or take, and in that time he has come to understand the dire need for order when maintaining a home. He never understood why his mom was such a stickler for rules until he began living on his own. Those first few months had been awful, just the mere memory makes him shiver. His kitchen counters had been littered with an array of stains. His laundry basket seemed to fill up faster than usual. He never envisioned his adult life would start off with him polishing each and every inch of his hardwood floors. But because of that experience, Jungkook has finally followed in his mother’s footsteps and composed his own list of rules, eponymously titled Jeon Jungkook’s 5 Rules for a Happy Home.

He liked order and peace, liked when his coats were lined up from lightest to heaviest, when his glass plates were all stacked according to size and collection. He’s generally a neat person, prides himself in maintaining a clean personal environment. But of course, because the universe just loves him so, they repay him for all his efforts by giving him an absolute wildcard of a girlfriend. 

See, there’s no one in this world who ignores his house rules more than you. Even worse, there’s no one on this planet who can make Jungkook ignore his own rules like you do. 

The list goes like this:

1. Shoes must always come off at the door; this keeps them clean and allows the hardwood floors to retain their glossy sheen for as long as possible.

The plan is to spend Valentine’s Day at his house, watch some Netflix, maybe chill. You had been giggly the whole drive back from the store, brandishing your repaired phone screen like it was something incredible. And because Jungkook had so graciously paid for it, he is reimbursed with a flurry of kisses that have the two of you stumbling into his house. “Baby,” he pants, hand at your waist. He hears rather than sees the loud thump of your sneakers against his hardwood floor. But Jungkook has long since mastered the careful art of distracting you, and it only takes one twirl and careful push until you’re pressed against the door, his hardwood flooring saved from your outside shoes. 

Of course, you misread the action. “Are you gonna be mean to me again?” you purr, throwing your hands over his shoulders. Your breathing is a little shallow now, lips kissing against his jawline as he helps you out of your shoes. You surge forward once more, press those satin lips against his. But this time, it’s your sock-clad feet that step onto his flooring, a soft whimper falling through your lips. 

2. Return everything to where it belongs; coats should go in the closet, keys on the key rack, etc, etc. 

“Take it off,” you husk out, pushing his jacket off his shoulders, and then rather mindlessly tossing it against the base of the stairs, where it was certain to be a safety hazard. Jungkook doesn’t even have time to protest, because then your coat follows. And then your top. And then your bra. 

He’s a weak man. 

He kisses down your throat, makes sure to glide his tongue over the bruises from last night. Not because he wants to see them heal, but because they ignite this sort of possessiveness in him that has him pushing you against the wall once more, guiding your leg over his hip. “So pretty for me,” he mumbles, letting you manhandle him out of his own shirt. And when your pebbled nipples press against his chest, the blood rushes down to his nether regions. You whimper, an airy little sound that sends him to the brink of insanity.

3. Always hold the stair railing; the steps can be slippery sometimes, so it is best to be safe. 

Just as predicted, his discarded coat ends up being the safety hazard it was destined to be. One blind step backwards sends him tumbling onto his behind, the edge of another step digging painfully into his back. “Fuck,” he groans, but not at his blossoming bruise. You shimmy out of your bottoms, present him with this stringy little thong he doesn’t think he’s seen before. “C’mere, baby.”

You’re his good girl, always, so you climb onto his lap with ease, slot yourself over him where you belong. “Right here?” you ask in the soft voice, look at him with this sinful gaze that sends shivers over every inch of his body. 

“Right there,” he confirms, wrapping an arm around you, uses it to pull you flush to his chest. The other slides over the curve of your ass, along the length of your thigh. His gentle touch makes you arch against him, a soft sigh escaping through your lips. “Gonna be good for me?” Jungkook murmurs, pressing a kiss to the tops of your breasts. You nod, and he slips his hand just behind your knee, uses it as he hauls you into his arms. He can’t even see his own two feet as he stumbles up the stairs with you in his arms. 

4. Don’t slam doors or unnecessarily swing them open; you can damage the walls or the door itself. 

It’s a joint effort; you twist the doorknob and Jungkook kicks it open. It slams against the wall, but Jungkook doesn’t really care, not when you look like that sprawled over his sheets. He can’t get his pants off fast enough, eyes trained on you as you slip out of your thong. You’re already so wet, gliding your fingers through your arousal as he stumbles out of his jeans and boxers. Always a tease. 

“Open,” you murmur. It’s what he should be saying to you, hand lingering on your knee, but he does it anyway. Jungkook parts his lips and savors the sweet taste of your arousal on your fingers, sucks and licks until you’re pulling away with a whine, spreading your legs for him to slot himself in between. He has half the thought to reach for the lube in his nightstand, the warming one that you love so much. But Jungkook is desperate and impatient: he spits in his hand and calls it a day, grips his cock in one hand and gives it a harsh tug. Unexpectedly, it’s an action that impresses his audience. “Me too,” you beg, tugging at his forearm. 

And Jungkook complies. He revs up his throat and leans over you, spits in your mouth like you wanted him to. But he’s off today, not completely sane, and half of it splatters against the corner of your mouth, over your cheek. You flinch, eyes squeezing shut. A moan slips past your lips.  And then Jungkook watches in awe as your tongue peeks out, licks at the corner of your lips like you’re trying to save it from going to waste. “Oh, baby,” he groans, and it’s with that final thought that he guides himself in. 

You’re so warm, tighter than usual. He hopes it doesn’t hurt. By the sound of your cries, it doesn’t seem to. Still, despite his concern, Jungkook can’t bring himself to hold back and begins thrusting after only a couple seconds. You claw at his shoulders, probably leave bright red marks all over him. You’re exceptionally needy today, cross your ankles at the base of his neck and make it impossible for him to get too far. 

Jungkook isn’t any better. He can’t let go of you even if he tried. If he’s not holding your waist, then it’s your breasts. If not there, then it’s your throat. There’s something so sexy about you today, so needy for him. He just fucked you last night, made you cum until you cried, and yet you always want more. More and more, just like him. 

Neither of you last that long. Normally, he’d be embarrassed about that. But today, one press of his thumb against your clit has you spasming around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your cum coats his cock. So he’s not embarrassed, mostly proud. It’s a new record. 

5. Always say I love you. 

“I love you,” he gasps, holding your leg against his chest as he follows in your stead, vision fuzzy as his orgasm overcomes him. A hand touches his abdomen, gentle and encouraging. “I love you, I love you— I wanna marry you,” he shudders, before the pleasure eventually subsides and he’s slumping over your equally tired, equally sweaty form. 

That he’s embarrassed about, hiding his face in your neck as you card your fingers through his hair. “Me too, sweet boy,” you hum, pressing your lips against his forehead. 

Jungkook isn’t sure which of those two confessions you’re addressing.

(He hopes it’s both.)

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