#or just the -I could learn to do pretty much anything if it's for a friend-

[thequietkid-moonie]

Desperately trying to make you feel at home (because of a misundertanding)

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ All NCR students ]

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

Im just messing with Crowley and my other favorite characters, lets not let Crowley bribe Grim with tuna to give us work extra!

I think this is one of the longest work i have done so far, im sorry but, like, i tried to mention as much characters as posible (i think mentioned all the student 💀)

Ever since you came to Twisted Wonderland you were being pretty much at Crowley's mercy, he was the one providing you with what you and Grim needed to survive along with letting you stay in Ramshackle in exchange of helping with his work, however the real deal wasn't fair in the slighlest, no matter how much Crowley claimed to be oh so kind and always looking after the prefect he was constantly forgetting about you and even going as far as trying to manipulate you into accepting do even more work in exchange of a bit extra resources (that, honestly, are things that should have been fulfilled long ago)

After a while of having to work for Crowley and assisting to the classes you grew more comfortable with everything, at first you accepted since you were depending of him but by now you knew him too well and grow comfortable enough at his side to try to get in his good side, after everything that have happened you run out of patient for the headmage actics, fine! If he wanted to play dirty to make you overwork then two could play this game!

You learned that for Crowley finding a way to send you back home was the least of his priorities, so you take that for your plan! Everytime he came to ask you to do more work when you already had your hands full you smiled at him before bringing the topic of your home, asking how his investigation was going, any progress? Crowley was quickly taken off guard, he needed to find an excuse as quick as posible and you just kept pressuring him until he was too awkward that he needed to run away, leaving before even saying anything about the work he wanted you to do

At first you just did it for when he was putting too much work on your hands to do, you didn't wanted to keep overworking yourself and you needed to caught up with the classes you were taking! After all you were a student too! But, at the end, it started to work so well and having free time to just rest was feeling a bit too good, so you keep pressing as much as you wanted. With new confidence you started to talk to Crowley, rubbing his ego about him being so kind just before strike the argument of your home, slowly scalating things from asking about his investigation to even start telling him how much you missed your home!

Ranting about how much you missed your old life, the things and people you missed so much and even started to use the excuse of festivities and important dates back in your world! There was something so important in your world that you just couldn't celebrate here, you can't help but wonder if your friends and family won't miss you so much that they couldn't enjoy this joyful times neither! You were just feeling so sad and homesick that this way you wouldn't be able to get the work done! You didn't knew if it was true concern or just awkwardness but it was working, Crowley was trying to make it up and giving you more free time ever since you started to use your home as excuse

The real problem came when your friends started to heard you talking about your home. It started with Grim, since he was constantly dragged to do the job with you he was there when Crowley came to give you more work, and was the one hearing you talk about how much you missed your home with Crowley, at first he didn't thought much about it since the headmage promised you to find a way to send you back, but the more time passed the more you talked about you home to Crowley, and Grim started to actually grow worried, does his henchman really misses their home that bad? He didn't noticed! But, of course, Grim was a too prideful to ask so you didn't explained that most part of it was just an exageration to mess up with Crowley

Once Grim had enough of being worried over it he ended up telling about it to Ace and Deuce (being the ones who are always stuck at your side), soon tagging along Jack, Eppel, and Ortho, after all this was serious and they wanted to do something, after all you were the prefect and their best friend! You were always there getting involved in problems that had nothing to do with you, even when you were magicless you always did your best to help them because they were your friends, and never even asked for something in return! You have done so much for them and they couldn't even help you feel at home! They felt terrible, guilty even

It was hard to hide how bad they were feeling but even if they tried to don't talk about it when the others asked it was after a moment of hesitation they started to talk about what was bothering them so much to the rest of your friends, and between misundertandings and gossips the fact that the prefect was suffering in silence for missing their home so much quickly became an open secret, somehow still being able to hide from you that they knew (even when they were acting way too suspicious when you were around)

Your friends weren't too discreet when trying to do things for you or paying more attention, you could catch their nervous smiles as they attempt to discreetly provide comfort, wich just lead them to be awkward, it was truly weird but you decided to leave them be (or tease them, whatever you were up to), suddenly the free time you managed to get thanks to the excuses you were giving Crowley were fully occupied by your friends

You were constantly invited to Unbirthday parties and simple tea parties in Heartslabyul (wich wasn't too weird by now) but suddently the tables had a lot of pastries of your favorite flavors and even the table you were in was filled with your favorite pastries, personally baked by Trey, and there was enough tea of your favorite flavor to get drown in it. Suddently Riddle was calmer when you accidently broke a rule, simply making you a almost scary kind reminder, and even if it wasn't werid for Carter to constantly take photos with you at his side, suddenly the number of post about you two and what you were doing increase a bit too much, tagging you as his bestie

Also, you found yourself hanging out in Savanaclaw more often than before thanks to the incredibly subtle invitations from Ruggie and even Leona himself to just hang out in the louge and relax, after all the place was perfect to just lay down and take a nap. And if that wasn't enough they were also more willing to talk to you in the hallways (or between Leona's naps) not that they were mean to you before but getting out of their way just to say hi was quite weird, also it may sounds like you were going crazy but you were left with the impression that they were being slighly more clingy, Leona was now the one making you do errands for him (just a few times) along with Ruggie, who always seem to know how to start the conversation that would lead about your really funny time in school, or sometimes Leona simply finds some not so good excuses to keep you at his side while napping

No matter how much Azul wanted to play it off as simple an oportunity of bussiness it was still quite suspicious that he was suddently inviting you over to Octaville out of nowhere, he was asking a bit more about what your world it was like and what you were used to eat, saying that special plates from literally another world would be great for Monstro Lounge it was still quite suspicious, specially when he allowed you to be the first one to try the new plates, he and Jade insistes that it was because you were the only one who could tell if it was perfect (wich it was surprisingly right, it was quite the pleseant surprised to eat something at least a bit similar to what you used to eat back in your world), but for their insistance it felt like they had a hidden motive, and it didn't help the fact that Azul and Jade had to constantly interrupt Floyd before he told you that they were doing it because they wanted to make you feel less homesick

As if Unbirthday parties weren't enough Scarabia suddently started to have more parties! And parties in your honor! Kamil was far from being good at being discreet so he ended up confessing right away that Scarabia was holding parties specially to thank you for all you have done, not just for him and Jamil but for everyone! It, honeslty, took all his willpower (and Jamil's help) to don't just end up apologizing in tears for not making you feel at home and how sorry he was that you were missing your home so much. And while Jamil was quite annoyed for suddenly have so much extra work he allowed himself, for once, to relax just enough to be a little more sincere at your side in an attempt to make you feel at home, to show that he was being sincere with what he was saying (taking you out of guard when he smiled sincerely in the process, and not with his usual smirk)

You know Rook is quite inpredictale and sneaky but you can swear he has being even more weird than normal, after all lately he has appeared out of nowhere just to say hello, inside and outside of Pomefiore, giving you a few compliments in his usual extravagant way to speak before leaving. In the other hand, Vil didn't went out of his way (or at least pretended that he didn't do it) but he did gifted you some of his personal skin care products out of nowhere, after all Ramshackle was far from the ideal living conditions and you should take extra care of yourself, taking a moment to remind you with that strict side of him about how important it is to take care of yourself before reminding you that being the prefect it isn't just a meaningless title, everyone apreciate you and what you have done (you swear in your life Vil was being sincere, that smile didn't looked like the perfectly calculated smile he gives to the cameras)

Being dragged to Ignihyde wasn't really rare for you by now, Ortho wasn't only excited to have an amazing friend like you but also wanted his brother to befriend you too, but right now there was something off, you were dragged more often just to hang out, you were suddently invited a lot more to just have some movie nights and gaming sesions with Idia, it wouldn't have been that suspicious if it wasn't because Ortho was more insisting than usual and even Idia was doing efforts to get out of his room to meet you, hopefuly you don't notice how much data Ortho is collecting of your preferences to make sure you feel comfortable or how he is constantly checking on you to make sure you are truly happy and don't continue suffering in silence (like how everyone now think you have been)

One of the only ones who doubted slighly the situation was Lilia, thinking that maybe between the gossips the situation could have been exaggerated, still he reminded you that you were always welcome to pass by Diasomnia if you wanted, no matter what they may said everyone in the dorm appreciate your presence, still his doubts doesn't stoped him to give some advices when Malleus asked about how to help the child of man with their homesickness, using the oportunity to help him get closer to his little friend, for what Malleus was actively trying to get closer and even inviting you for night walks whenever he passed around Ramshackle (sometimes passing around was just the excuse), and while Silver took things more calmly, just like his father, he still left clear that since you two were friends you could just vent with him, he promise to try his best to stay awake and even if you wanted to talk about the world you come from he would be happy to heard you

Not just that but suddenly your friends from the first year, the ones who you were closer to and even share classes were paying you visits at Ramshackle more often, somehow having the permision from their housewarden to return a bit more late than usual or directly spend the night with you for a sleep over, as well to have more study sesions with you and constantly asking how were you doing and making sure you were fine

It was good gestures but it was incredibly suspicious since it was almost all the students now paying you attention (you started to wonder if this was a bad omen or something) and when you managed to gain the courage to ask what have gotten into everyone lately they were reclulant to talk, but at end (just like how it started) it was Grim who explained that he saw you crying to Crowley because you missed your home and he couldn't let his henchman suffer like that (he was already too convinced that you were suffering a lot after telling how he saw you talking with Crowley about your world over and over one, being the main reason why this situation was already out of control), quickly followed by the rest of your friends who, after having to hold back and being worried sick for you, couldn't help but tear up a little while expressing his worry and how sorry they were that you were feeling that way

At the end you didn't knew if you should just laugh or start crying of embarrasement, sure, you missed your world but all those times you talked to Crowley were just exaggerations and excuses, you didn't meant for you friends to even know about this, let alone to worry so much that you would have your friends suffocating you in a tearful hug now, but you couldn't say you don't appreciate the gesture and how much they truly worry for you

[pitlanepeach]

Clara | Toto Wolff (Series Masterlist + Teaser)

Toto Wolff x Original Female Character

Summary — She wasn’t looking for anything extraordinary, just a quiet life; peace. She should’ve known her past would catch up with her eventually — one way or another.

Warnings — Age-Gap (24 & 50), one night stands, unplanned pregnancy, complex family dynamics, sugar daddy Toto vibes, strong language, sexually explicit content.

Notes — I have this entire fic drafted, and it’s in desperate need of editing but… just so you know, the whole thing is already *technically* written. It’s more about how much time I can find to get the chapters edited and posted. Anyway, enjoy this little teaser prologue!

She was nineteen the first time she left home.

Ran, really, was a better way to put it.

There hadn’t been a dramatic moment. No suitcase flung open in the hallway, no door slammed behind her. Just a pink sky, a silent bus ride, and that cold, certain kind of knowing—the kind that settles into your ribs and whispers, if you stay, you’ll drown.

Mick had stayed. Of course he had. That world had always fit him—tight like a glove, stitched together in perfection and expectation. He was good. The golden boy. And everyone told him so.

And Clara? Clara had been handed the quiet burden of being his twin.

The same face, the same blood, the same surname—but none of the brilliance people were looking for. Just enough resemblance to be a reminder, never enough to be a revelation. The pressure hadn’t been loud. It had come in glances, in polite suggestions, in the way people looked at her like they were waiting for something to switch on. Some fire. Some legacy.

After the accident, it became unbearable.

The house was suddenly full of silence. Everyone grieving in their own way. Everyone pushing forward because they didn’t know what else to do. And Clara—Clara had felt like she was being swallowed whole by the weight of it.

The pressure to stay strong. The pressure to stay visible. The pressure to become something great. A symbol. A Schumacher.

But she didn’t want to carry anyone’s legacy. She didn’t want to represent a name. She just wanted… a soft life. Quiet mornings. Gentle hands. To be held more than she was looked at.

So she left before she could unravel entirely. No big exit. No scandal. Just a quiet bag packed and a train ticket south.

She dyed her hair darker. Started using her mother’s maiden name. Learned how to disappear gently, with grace.

Started smiling less. That helped.

Jobs came easily when you were tall and lovely and didn’t ask for much. The world had a place for girls like her—on the edges of luxury, pretty and quiet and always moving. She passed through Ibiza, Berlin, Nice, Dubai. Never stayed long enough to be known. She learned how to flirt without promising, how to disappear while standing still, how to be wanted without being remembered.

By the time she took the winter-season contract at a private estate in the Swiss Alps, she was twenty-four and bone-tired.

The job had come through a friend of a friend. Exclusive. Discreet. Hospitality for elite guests—businessmen, old money, the occasional celebrity trying to avoid cameras and commitments. Clara said yes before she even saw the full details. High pay. Quiet location. No press. No fuss.

She hadn’t realized what kind of people she’d be serving until she saw the guest list.

And there it was.

Toto Wolff.

She’d read the name twice. Then folded the paper and put it out of sight like it might burn her fingers.

He hadn’t known her then, not really. She was just a kid when he used to come by the Schumacher home—tall and intimidating, always deep in conversation with her father, the kind of man who seemed too big for their kitchen table. She’d curl up on the stairs sometimes, half-listening, pretending not to care. But she remembered the sound of his voice. Deep. Calm. Quietly dangerous.

Now he was here. In the exact place she’d chosen to disappear.

And she would serve him drinks like she didn’t know him.

Like she wasn’t someone he’d once seen running barefoot in a paddock. Like she hadn’t watched him from the shadows for years, intrigued and crushing on a man who was thirty years older than her.

The moment she saw him, she knew it wouldn’t work.

He was older now—sharper, maybe lonelier around the edges—but his presence filled the room the way it always had. Clara ducked her head, took a breath, and told herself he wouldn’t recognize her.

Not here.

Not like this.

She’d buried Clara Schumacher a long time ago.

She just hoped Toto Wolff didn’t know how to dig.

[katemoneymartinsgf]

Could you do a fic where Azzi gets Paige flowers?( Cause in past relationships Paige has always been treated like a guy cause she’s more masc)

Flowers |pazzi|

a/n: sorry i’ve been so dry. trying to get back to all the requests. mass writing starts now 🙏🏽

“You got me flowers?”

Paige blinks like she’s trying to figure out if it’s a setup.

She’s in sleep shorts and a hoodie that still smells like dryer sheets. There’s a crease on her cheek from the couch pillow, and her voice is still scratchy from a nap she took.

Azzi holds out the bouquet, all casual. “Yeah.”

Paige stares.

It’s not that she doesn’t like them — they’re actually… really pretty. Tulips and daisies and those tiny yellow ones Azzi always gets right. She just doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do with them.

“You’re not sick or in trouble or, like, being held at gunpoint or anything?”

Azzi snorts. “Not unless this is a hostage situation.”

“You are in my apartment.”

“And yet, somehow, I still brought you flowers.”

Paige blinks again, slower this time. She takes them — carefully, like they might change their mind about belonging to her. She holds them in both hands, looks at them for a beat, then says, quieter:

“No one’s ever really given me flowers before.”

Azzi leans against the doorframe. “You’ve given them, though.”

Paige shrugs. “Yeah. That’s kind of the thing.”

Azzi watches her for a second. “Because people always see you as the one who should. Not the one who gets to.”

That lands harder than Paige expects. Her fingers shift on the stems.

“It’s not a big deal,” she says. “It’s just how it’s always been.”

Azzi steps in close. Slides a hand to Paige’s jaw, thumb brushing right near her ear — grounding, soft.

“Well, it’s dumb,” she says, voice gentler now. “You’re allowed to be the one who gets the flowers.”

Paige huffs a laugh, but she’s blinking too much.

Azzi keeps going, because now she means it.

“You don’t always have to be the strong one. Or the giver. Or the one who cracks the joke first so no one sees the soft parts.”

Paige lowers the bouquet just enough to press her face into Azzi’s shoulder. Muffled: “You’re being disgusting.”

Azzi wraps her up, arms around her waist, face tucked into her hair.

“I love you,” she whispers. “And you deserve every annoying, cringey thing this world has to offer.”

Her head drops to Azzi’s shoulder, bouquet cradled in her arms like it’s a gift she’s still learning how to accept.

Then: “Are you done?”

Azzi smiles. “No. I’m gonna keep going until you cry.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I hate that you’re right.”

Azzi kisses her temple. “That counts as a win.”

They stay like that for a second, hearts full.

“I love you,” Azzi says into her hair. “You hear me?”

Paige nods.

“I do,” she mumbles. “And I really like the yellow ones.”

Azzi smiles against her temple. “I know you do.”

She leans back slightly — enough to see Paige still holding the flowers close, her expression soft in a way she never lets show anywhere else.

Azzi doesn’t say anything. Just pulls her phone from her back pocket and snaps a quiet photo — Paige, hoodie sleeves curled over her knuckles, nose buried in tulips,caught in the moment.

-

It’s late. The window’s cracked. The TV is still on, low volume, playing some romcom neither of them has been watching. Azzi’s curled into Paige’s side, blanket kicked halfway off her legs, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, thumb lazily scrolling through her notifications.

She’d posted a photo dump earlier — some random bits from the week. A takeout box. A blurry scoreboard. A flower-stuffed cup on Paige’s counter.
And, on slide four, the shot she’d snapped of Paige earlier — hoodie bunched at her wrists, face buried in flowers she wasn’t supposed to like as much as she did.

She hadn’t even asked. Just took it. Posted it later without thinking twice.

Paige hadn’t said anything at the time.

Until now.

“Az,” she says, phone still in hand. “Slide four?”

Azzi doesn’t look up. “Mmhmm.”

“You soft launched me.”

“You liked the post.”

“You posted me smelling flowers.”

Azzi finally glances up, grinning. “You looked adorable. You should thank me.”

Paige sets her phone down and shifts so they’re face to face, noses nearly touching. “You’re such a menace.”

“You love me.”

“I do.”

Azzi laughs softly, but there’s a blush creeping up her neck now — because Paige says it with no hesitation. Like it’s been sitting on the tip of her tongue all night.

Paige brushes a piece of hair off her forehead. “You’re so beautiful.”

Azzi opens her mouth, maybe to joke, but Paige cuts her off before she can even try.

“You know that, right?”

Azzi blinks. “Yeah. I mean… yeah.”

“You bring me flowers,” Paige whispers, “and post me on Instagram like I’m your girlfriend or something.”

“You are my girlfriend.”

Paige smiles, soft and slow. “Lucky me.”

Azzi ducks her head, flustered now, and Paige tucks her in closer — arm around her waist, hand slipping under her hoodie to rest against the warm skin of her back.

“I love you,” Paige says again, quieter this time. Like she means it a little more every time she says it. “You’re my favorite person. Like, in the world.”

Azzi doesn’t try to speak. Just presses her face into Paige’s neck and lets her heart slow down there.

They stay like that — bodies tangled, breaths syncing, the kind of silence that only exists between two people who already know everything they need to hear.

Paige kisses her hair.

“You gonna post me again tomorrow?”

Azzi mumbles, “Depends. You gonna cry if I do?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then definitely.”

Paige grins. “God, I love you.”

“Go to sleep, Paigey.”

She does — with a smile on her face and Azzi’s hand still curled into her shirt.

[gracie-eilish]

YAY INBOX OPEN!!! pretty please 😣🙏🏻 experienced or clingy billie in a relationship with reader but she's shy or like touch deprived 😼😼😼

just touch me

warnings: contains smut and a wholeeee lotta kissing.. this got super fucking long lol

summary: it’s your first time hooking up with your budding situationship, billie. it’s been a minute for you so you wanna take it slow. that is until you’re met with touchy, clingy, romantic, soft billie…

The afternoon had fallen softly into a quiet, amber-tinted evening that hummed with the possibility of something intimate. Billie had come over earlier, hood up, cheeks slightly pink from the chill outside, a bag of snacks in her hand, and a sleepy smile on her face.

"Hi, mama," she smirked, walking through the doorway and burying herself in a hug. You snorted at her immediate attempt at flirting. "Hi Billie," you replied between giggles.

You had ordered takeout and half-watched a movie while sharing a blanket on the couch, while your legs tangled up beneath it and your bodies edged closer with every shared laugh.

You were still laughing at one of her dramatic reenactments of a scene she hated, when her voice softened and she leaned in, eyes sparkling.

“You’re so cute when you’re giggly,” she murmured, brushing her nose against your cheek.

The kiss that came next came naturally, like breathing. It always did. You could kiss Billie Eilish forever and never get tired of how she tasted like mint and sugar and felt like warmth. Her fingers traced your jaw, your neck, your waist, curious and slow, like she was trying to learn you all over again.

“Wanna go get cozier?” Her voice was low, kind. The kind of tone that asked a question and also whispered, only if you want to.

You nodded, and she took your hand without hesitation, leading the way with that little sideways smile of hers, the one she wore when she wasn’t quite sure what would happen next, but hoped it would be something good.

Inside your bedroom, the world narrowed to just the two of you and the soft hush of the room. The blankets were rumpled from this morning, and Billie crawled onto the bed with a sleepy smile, waiting for you to join her before reaching out her arms.

"C'mere."

You smiled and crawled into the bed beside her and it was like everything else melted away. She pulled you close, her nose brushing yours, her fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. And then she kissed you, so slowly and sweetly, like she had all the time in the world. And you melted into it, your hands finding the shape of her shoulders, the curve of her neck, the softness of her hoodie under your palms.

The kisses picked up, hungrier now. Her lips moved against yours slowly, but her hands were less patient. Still respectful, still gentle, but clearly craving more of you.

She shifted slightly, pulling you closer until you were pressed chest to chest, her hand sliding under your shirt, warm fingers skimming over your tummy.

That’s when it happened—you froze. Just for a second. Enough for her to feel the difference.

Billie pulled back, immediately attuned. “Hey love,” she whispered, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “Too much?”

You shook your head, then gave a little shrug. “I just… I haven’t done anything in a while. Not since my ex. And we broke up like a year ago. And you… You’re more experienced than me anyway.”

Her expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Seriously.”

You looked up at her. “I don’t know if I want to do more tonight.”

She didn’t hesitate. “That’s totally fine, lovey. We don’t have to. We can just kiss. Or just cuddle. Or literally just lie here breathing. I’m good with all of it mama.”

That made something melt inside you.

So, for a while, that’s what you did. You kissed and held each other, Billie’s hands roaming in quiet patterns over your arms, your back, the curve of your hip. She didn’t try anything more. She was just there, gentle and warm and all yours for the night.

But the longer you kissed her, the more you felt your body shift. Something deeper stirred beneath the quiet comfort, something warmer, something wanting. Billie wasn’t rushing you. She wasn’t even asking. She was just being—soft lips at your jaw, breath warm on your neck, her fingers exploring the safe places you’d let her reach, never crossing a line unless you pulled her with you.

And maybe it was the way she murmured your name between kisses, like a promise. Or the way her hand drifted across your waist, not under your clothes this time, but pressing with reverence. Maybe it was just the way she waited—for you to meet her there.

Whatever it was, your fingers curled into her shirt and you found yourself whispering, “I think I want more.”

She paused, her breath catching just slightly. “Are you sure?” Her voice was barely audible, like she was afraid to break the moment by saying it too loudly.

You nodded, your nose brushing hers. “Yeah. With you… like this… I’m sure.”

Billie’s smile was slow and tender, and she kissed you again, deeper now. Not hurried, not demanding. Just full of meaning. Full of care. Her hands found your skin again, and this time, you didn’t freeze. You sighed, arching into her touch, letting her explore you like you were music she wanted to memorize by heart.

Everything about her was slow and warm and good—the kind of good that didn’t need to be fast or perfect. Just honest.

The air around you buzzed with anticipation, the heat between you growing gradually, sweetly. Every kiss made you ache a little more, not out of impatience but out of how much you wanted to give in to her hands, her mouth, her love.

And in that quiet, breathless space between words and touches, Billie whispered, “You’re beautiful like this, you know that?”

You smiled against her lips, your hand sliding up her back. “So are you.”

"Seriously though.. Your face is all flushed and glowy, and your lips are a little swollen... We should make out more often." You snorted at her last statement, hiding your face for a second in her shoulder.

"Noted. I'll definitely add that to our list of things we can do," you both dissolved into more giggles until they turned to just smiles.

"Are you still sure, angel? I don't want you to feel pressured in any way to do this. I know it's been a while for you, and I don't wanna rush you." You could have melted into the floor at her statement.

"Yeah, love, I'm sure. But uh.. I um.."

"You what, doll? Say the word and I'll make it happen."

"Actually... I wanna change."

"Change? Like your clothes? You know those usually come off right?" You couldn't help the snort that came out before you nodded, biting your lip shyly.

"Yes, I know that you goose. Just wait here." You kissed the corner of her mouth before scampering towards your dresser, grabbing something from the back of your top drawer, and heading to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, you slipped on a pretty matching set. A delicate, lacey set you had bought a few weeks ago with Billie in mind. This wasn't your first time having sex, far from it. However, it would be your first time with a girl you really cared about. After you and your ex-boyfriend broke up last year, you had a few flings... and then came along Billie. You just had a feeling this one... this one would work.

You stepped out of the bathroom, shutting off the light and leaning on the doorframe. Billie was still lying on her back, one arm behind her head, until she turned to look at you. The candle burning on your bathroom counter flickered behind you, framing your silhouette.

"Baby..." she barely whispered, practically bouncing as she sat up fully, her eyes never leaving you.

"You like it?" You tried to sound confident, but your nerves made your voice about seven octaves higher than you wanted. She reached a hand out softly, flicking her middle and ring fingers to beckon you closer.

"C'mere," it was barely a whisper. When you reached her, she took your hand so you could get up on the bed and straddle her hips steadily. She only let go of your hand to then run both her hands up your thighs to your waist, softly sitting there, rubbing your back a bit too.

"You, my dear," she started. "You look like Aphrodite." Her voice was soft and low, her eyes were wide and sparkly, and her breath was hitched and light.

"Oh! Oh, um," you were distracted by her wandering hands playing with your bra straps around your shoulders.

"Bils, I don't wanna ruin the moment, but um.. what exactly does she look like?" Billie fully threw her head back, cackling at your question, making you giggle a bit too.

"Sorry, doll, I didn't mean like 'oh you look like her, you both have dark hair' or whatever," she flushed a bit before continuing. "Aphrodite is the goddess of love..." she trailed off, hoping you caught her drift. There were three words she wanted to say right now, but couldn't get out quite yet.

"Let me love on you, baby girl," she whispered directly in your ear, kissing right below it, making you shiver. "I'll talk you through everything if you want, I know it's been a while for you."

"Okay," you breathed out, tilting your head back so she could continue her kisses on your skin.

"Let's get you comfy, pretty girl," Billie said between kisses before leaning back so she could help you lie down. She fluffed the pillow a bit before guiding your head down onto it and kissing your cheek.

And then your jaw..

And neck..

and collarbones...

"God, you're gorgeous," she mumbled more to herself than anything, but the red flush on your cheeks told her you heard it.

"Can I take this off?" She asked softly, tracing her fingers on the light embroidered flowers on your bra.

"Yeah, baby."

Baby. The name struck her in the gut. She had used it on you since day one. You, on the other hand, were reluctant to use such an intimate nickname with her. Sticking with love and lovey as a safe bet. Baby.

She tucked a hand behind your back a bit, looking for the clasp, when you grabbed her wrist to stop her. Confused, she leaned back, only to watch you unclasp the bra from the front, revealing your breasts to her like a precious artifact kept hidden in a box, being revealed for the first time. You sat up slightly to shimmy your bra down your shoulders and fling it to the side.

Her brows furrowed watching you, the same way her brows furrow when she's holding back tears or she's experiencing something so heart-wrenching.

She situated herself on your hips so she could lean down and kiss your breast once.. twice.. three times... until you were softly squirming under her grasp. She sucked and bit softly at your one nipple while she kneaded and played with the other in her hand.

"Bils," you gasped, eyes fluttering shut as you grasped the sheets next to you.

"Shh sh sh, I've got you, doll. You ready for more?"

You nodded, chest heaving softly. "Please.. just touch me."

Together, you slowly took off Billie's clothes, leaving her naked in front of you. You took in her perfect body for a few minutes, fingers tracing her tattoos delicately, giggling softly when she shivered from the feeling.

"As much as I adore the feeling of your hands all over me, I want this to be about you, angel." She pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then the other corner, and then directly on your lips. Your hands found their way into her dark hair, pulling slightly to keep her close.

Her hand drifted delicately down your torso until it found the waistband of your panties. She pulled away just enough to look you in the eye to silently ask for permission. You smiled softly and nodded, lifting your hips to assist her as she pulled your panties off of you.

"Alright mama, you're in complete control here, kay? If anything feels uncomfy, or you want more or less, or whatever you want, you tell me. Okay?"

"Okay." You seriously thought you were in a dream. A year ago, you were dating a loser who basically fucked you and then knocked out next to you. Forget about finding the clit, motherfucker didn't know the clit existed. And now you couldn't tell if you were on earth or in heaven because of this girl, who was showering you with love, and comfort, and patience.

You gasped softly when you felt her fingers on your clit, rubbing soft but tight circles on the bundle of nerves.

"Fuck," you whispered, letting you head fall back onto the pillow, eyes fluttering shut.

"You're so wet, baby," Billie purred into your ear, letting two fingers dip into you just at the tip. She spread your wetness around, making sure everything was lubricated before even asking if she could go all the way.

"Wait," Billie sat up immediately, a concerned look on her face. You interrupted her before she could even start to fuss.

"Want the strap.." Your voice got quieter with every word, confidence dwelling. Billie's heart swelled.

"Can I stretch you with my fingers a bit first? Maybe we do strap another night, I don't wanna hurt you."

"Billie, I trust you right now more than anything else on this planet. I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea what we are. But I do know that I don't think there's another woman on the planet who will ever be as loving and patient as you are being right now. I don't want this to end tomorrow, and then I have to be uncomfortable with someone else. I wanna be uncomfy with you... You bring comfort to my discomfort. I want it with you."

The silence between you two was palpable, and Billie looked like she could cry. With a kiss to your lips and not another word, she got up and went to her dresser drawer, and pulled out her strap, fastening it to her hips.

Before she could even get back on the bed, the two of you had resumed making out, but the energy shifted once again when you flipped her over so you were on top.

Billie didn't question it, letting you do what you wanted. Like earlier, she took your hand softly so you could maneuver yourself, straddling her hips until you were sitting on top of her strap, snug up against her.

"Go as fast or as slow as you want to, okay, princess?" She said gently as you sat up on your knees, situating the dildo at your entrance. You nodded and leaned in to kiss her as you started to sink down.

Maybe an inch down, you flinched and hissed at the stretch, it had been a year after all, and your own fingers and toys just didn't do it how you needed. Billie grabbed one of your hands, letting you squeeze as hard as you needed, while the other traced soft shapes on your hip, hoping your muscles would start to relax.

You two sat like that for a bit, you up on your knees slightly sunk down on the strap, Billie holding you up, fluttering tiny kisses to your cheek and neck, both of you squeezing hands..

After a bit, you started to move again, slowly sinking further and further until you bottomed out on her, sitting directly onto her thighs.

"Shit Bils," Your voice sounded much more sexy and husky in you head, but all Billie heard was moany whines she knew would float into her dreams.

"You feelin good angelface?" You couldn't even form words once you made eye contact with her icy, hooded eyes. She was biting her lip, and her nose scrunched up a bit when you barely let out a breathy confirmation to her question.

"Need some help?" You nodded again, letting her guide your hips forward to where you were grinding down on her strap.

"Jesus Christ.." Your forehead made contact with her shoulder.

Your pain soon became pleasure, and your confidence grew. Soft rolls of your hips turned into you slowly bouncing on her strap, letting it hit her own clit perfectly.

The room became a filthy symphony of slapping skin and harmonizing moans, with just a twinkle of a creaking bed.

"You are so fucking hot, holy fuck Y/N," Billie let one of her hands creep up to your breast, pinching your nipple ever so slightly, making you groan and throw your head back in pleasure. Something primal came over her; she never wanted anyone else to ever see you like this.

"You starting to get close, doll?" she purred.

"Fuck. Yes," you responded between slams down onto the dildo. If this wasn't your first time together, Billie would have called you her little bunny about a thousand times by now. The way you so confidently and seductively took your pleasure from Billie, switching between rolling your plush hips and bouncing up and down on her.

"Wanna cum together," you gasped out, bringing your own hand to her breasts, toying with her perky untouched nipples making her cry out.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that pretty girl,"

... Naturally, you kept doing it.

Neither of you had to say anything. The flush of your skin and the increase in pitch between your moans told the other you were both close.

"Billie?"

"Yeah- fuck.. Yeah, doll?"

"Can I tell-oh my god - Can I tell you some- something?"

"Right now? Shit.."

"Uh-huh,"

She giggled a bit between her moans.

"What's up- ohhh. What's up little lady?"

"I think, " You groaned in pleasure, tightening on her strap. "I think I'm falling in l- fuckkk. Falling in love with you." You threw your head back for a second before looking back up to see Billie's face.

"Babygirl," She whined out. She couldn't even tell if it was emotions or pleasure. But the slight smirk on her face told you it was at least good.

"Y/N... I'm so in love with you."

Euphoria.

Both of you hit your climax at the same time, neither one slowing down, to drag it out as long as humanly possible, only stopping when you began to wince from overstimulation.

"Okay, okay. I've got you, I've got ya." Quickly but comfortably, she helped you sit up so she could pull out. Only for you to flop right back down into her arms.

For a few minutes, you both sat in comfortable silence, holding each other close and basking in the afterglow. Until...

"Baby?" Billie squeaked out.

"Mmm hmm?" You didn't even lift your head off her shoulder.

"Did you mean that? Are you really falling in love with me?" That made you sit up fully.

"Oh Billie.." You pushed some sweaty hair out of her face, cupping her cheek. Billie raised her hand to hold yours to her face, nuzzling into your hand.

"I've been falling in love with you since the day I met you."

With that, Billie pulled you into a kiss you swore only existed in fairytale movies. She cradled your head in her hands and kissed you so fiercely yet delicately like you were made of glass.

When she pulled away, you both smiled at each other.

"My girl..?"

"Your girl."

The two of you fell asleep that night tangled up with each other, leaving no space for air between your bodies. Not even being sweaty from sex, or hot and steamy from a quick shower, there was no breaking you two away from each other… this truly was the beginning of something beautiful for both of you.

[moralisist]

nanami did anything and everything for his spoiled rotten wife !

notes: fem reader!

you were used to being treated like a princess your entire life and had a confidence that exuded that. when nanami met you, he found it so attractive and your energy engaging. he wanted to be able to maintain you and have you feel free to not worry about anything.

you weren’t just spoiled about money either. it was your time, energy, comfort, and esteem. you didn’t let anything get in the way of how you felt and your motives. if you wanted to achieve or get something, you’d get it on your own measures. you were used to spoiling yourself and/or getting spoiled and nanami made it his mission to keep up the tradition.

“ken, can we get these to match?” you show him the new coach bag that dropped for their valentine’s day collection with a matching wallet set for your husband. “of course, darling. you want it in that color? i like the black too.” “yes ken, thank you.” you kiss him on his lips while sitting on his lap while he’s watching his movie, getting ready to pay using his card. you loved the soft life.

it doesn’t stop there though. nanami made it his duty every evening while you both had quality time to rub your feet, getting any tensions out. he would be reading his book with his left hand and rubbing your white painted toes with his right. he could feel you visibly relax and loved when it was because of him.

been stressed out at work? nanami has cleaned the kitchen and the living room, making sure you won’t have anything else to worry your pretty head about. the least he feel he can do for you is clean up and make the house de cluttered so your mind is de cluttered as well.

although he has plenty of things to handle at jujutsu high, he loved how independent you were on him. he could be gone with late shifts and you understood. of course you told him you’d missed him and any quality time you both could get from each other, you’d grab at it. but you kept yourself occupied with hobbies you’d learn to pick up, hung out with friends you were close to, practicing new dishes and going to the gym or handling work stuff. although sometimes you missed nanami so much it’d hurt, you were your priority and he loved that you knew that.

that’s why nanami never told you no, because you never told yourself no.

“ken can we-” “yes darling.”

“ken i wanted to get-” “it’s ordered my love.”

“ken should we go-” “yes, i’ll warm the car up.”

kento nanami would never stop spoiling his spoiled rotten wife.

[lenamystic]

about him

mary x black fem reader

inside a smoky, sultry juke joint somewhere down the south. it was another thick, sticky night at the juke. the music was loud, bodies louder—drinking like sunday wasn’t ever gonna come. i’d been here plenty times before. everyone knew my name, knew my drink, and they knew enough not to test me.

i was dressed for trouble tonight. my red silk dress clung to my hips like a second skin, curls wild around my face. the jukebox howled something dirty and bluesy in the corner, and that old wood floor rattled with stomped-out heartache.

and there she was—mary.

leaning by the back table like she owned it. long legs crossed, drink in hand, mouth set in that pretty little scowl she always wore whenever i came around. she was always acting like i was some thorn in her side. like i’d stolen something from her. always short, always cold.

it didn’t matter if i walked in alone, with stack, or with a whole band behind me. her eyes would find mine and cut through me like a knife. and tonight, she wasn’t even trying to hide it.

i made my way to the bar, passed stack on the way and gave him a little nod. he winked, like he always did. always trying something. but my mind wasn’t on him. it was on her.

she was watching. i could feel it, same way you feel heat off a skillet.

“something funny?” i asked as i crossed my arms.

mary didn’t flinch. “ain’t nobody talkin’ to you, girl.”

“oh, so we’re doin’ this tonight?” i smirked, leaning one hip on the table. “you mad i showed up lookin’ better than you again?”

her eyes snapped to mine. “please. ain’t nobody worried about you or what you got on.”

“then fix your face” you responded carelessly.

she laughed—dry, low, and dangerous. “every time you come in here, you makin’ sure all eyes on you. with your nose all in the air.”

i tilted my head. “is that really what this is about? or is it cause stacks said hi to me before he even looked your way?”

mary’s jaw tightened. bingo.

i leaned in closer, grinning like i’d won something. “damn. that’s it huh? you mad cause i don’t have to try with him.”

her voice dropped low, sharp as broken glass. “don’t flatter yourself. he’ll talk to anything with a waist and lip gloss.”

i laughed. “you would know, wouldn’t you?”

mary stood up then, real slow. her body was close now. too close. and her eyes were fire. “you really think this got anything to do with him?”

i blinked. “doesn’t it?”

she stepped in, close enough that I could feel her breath ghostin’ over my collarbone. “you think i’m watchin’ you cause of stack?

i paused.

“if i wanted him baby, i would’ve had him”

my heart kicked up, but my mouth wouldn’t stop. “then what is your damn problem with me?”

she stared at me for a long second. then, finally, her voice dropped to a slow, sultry whisper. “you’re my problem.”

i swallowed hard. “excuse me?”

she moved even closer—our bodies nearly pressed now. her hand grazed my hip, barely, but it was enough to make my skin burn. “i give you attitude ’cause I don’t know what the hell else to do with you. you get under my skin, and i hate it. hate how you laugh. how you walk in here like you own every man’s eyes. and hate it even more that you got mine too.”

my breath was caught. everything i thought I knew flipped upside down.

“you could’ve just said that,” i breathed.

she grinned, eyes wicked. “and miss the chance to make you mad first?”

i didn’t have a smart response for that—not when she lightly grabbed my fingers, putting it in her mouth softly. it felt much more intimate than it could’ve been. her lips were soft but rough with need, i could feel graze against my finger.

the back hallway was dark, lit only by moonlight slipping through the cracks in the wood. we didn’t speak. didn’t need to.

she backed me up against the wall, lips dragging down my neck as my hands tangled in her curls. i moaned low in my throat when her hands found the hem of my dress, hiking it up slow, like she had all night to learn my body.

“still think this is about stack” she murmured, voice thick and husky against my skin.

“maybe not,” i breathed, arching into her touch.

[bullet-prooflove]

Wildflowers: Dennis Whitaker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @sargeant-sad-eyes @caffeinatedwoman @hooks-martin

Companion piece to:

Peppermint - The taste of peppermint will always have a special place in Dennis’s heart.

The Morgue Thing - A miscommunication between you and Dennis almost ends things before they begin.

Written In The Stars - Your first date with Dennis takes place underneath the stars.

In The Park - Dennis reveals a secret after the two of you spend the night together in the park.

Virgin - There's a rumour going around about Dennis.

Debauched (NSFW) - Karaoke night ends a lot differently than it did the first time around.

Symphony (NSFW) - Dennis has never eaten pussy before…

Pretty Boy (NSFW) - You and Dennis take the next step in your relationship.

Permanent Marker - You find out about the betting pool.

Dennis makes beautiful flower crowns. You learn this during an afternoon spent in the park, your head resting in this lap as the two of you watch the clouds.

Time spent outdoors is integral to your mental health. You spend twelve hours a day in the mortuary sub-basement without access to a sunlight, you need to be immersed in nature at least once a week to maintain some form of balance.

Dennis does too, which is why you’re sitting amongst the wild flowers. The miniature meadow reminds him of the wilderness back home, of the days he spent foraging at his mother’s behest for flowers to make bridal bouquets for the girls in his hometown.

His fingers trail along the petals of the vibrant blue cornflowers before he plucks three of them and begins to weave the stems together. You don’t get them in Nebraska, which is a shame, he thinks because his mother would love just how stunning the colour is. He braids half an inch and then picks up a daisy for contrast, repeating the process.

It’s wonderful watching him work, his dexterous fingers creating something out of the landscape around you.

“My mom used to make flower crowns in the summer for all the weddings that took place.” He tells you, his tongue sticking out of the edge of his mouth as he focuses on the task at hand. “I used to help with the bridesmaid’s ones because the girls in our town always had an insane amount of siblings. Anything that was left over we’d use for buttonholes and centre pieces.”

“I’m surprised the two of you didn’t set up your own business.” You tell him, fascinated by the motion of his fingers. “Whitaker’s Weddings.”

He laughs as he drapes the growing ribbon of flowers across your forehead before deciding to add more flowers.

“I always did it to spend a little time with her.” He says, selecting another daisy, weaving it into his design.  “She was always so busy with the farm and corralling my brothers that there wasn’t much time for me. This was just something that we could do together, that was just for the two of us.”

He ties the two ends of the crown together, holding up his handiwork for you admire as you shift into a sitting position.

“Can I?” He asks you almost shyly, gesturing towards your hair and you nod enthusiastically before he places it gently upon your head. “Just like a summer bride back home in Nebraska.”

He takes his phone out and snaps a picture, tilting the screen to show you and you can’t help but smile. You look like a Disney princess, the blue and white petals a dazzling hue against your ebony locks.

 “You should send the picture to your mom.” You tell him, settling back into his lap.

His smile fades just a little, the ghost of his sadness lingering on his features as he picks another cornflower, using it to trail along the length of your nose.

“We’re not really talking much at the moment.” He reveals, twirling the flower back and forth between his fingertips. “She’s still heartbroken that I decided not to become a pastor after I completed the theology degree. She thought I’d settle down with the church, meet a god fearing woman, have a family by now.” He shrugs his shoulders with a sigh. “We haven’t spoken since I went home for Christmas, I don’t really know what to say to bridge the gap between us.”

“She may not either.” You say softly. “Sometimes you’ve gotta be the one to break the stalemate, to let her know you’re still thinking about her even though you’re a thousand miles apart.”

It occurs to Dennis that the distance may also be part of the problem. The people in his hometown, they live their whole lives there and his mother had clearly expected him to do the same. The fact he’s out in the world, experiencing it must terrify her because it creates the very real possibility that he may not be coming back.

Something that’s looking more and more likely the closer he gets to choosing his residency.

The intention has always been to match with an Internal Medicine Residency in Nebraska, somewhere closer to home so he could be near his family and serve his community. Now that plan is changing because he’s fallen in love not only with you but also with Emergency Medicine.

There are only 12 open spots back home in Nebraska for that speciality, in Pennsylvania there are 222.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out where his future lies.

The problem is, it’s going to break his mother’s heart, which is why he hasn’t reached out. He knows she’ll try to convince him to switch his speciality and he’s not ready for that fight just yet.  

It’s later that night that his phone rings. You’re in the shower and he’s neatly arranging the flower crown over the mirror in your bedroom so that it dries out over well enough over the next couple of weeks to be preserved. He just misses the call but they leave a voice message. He tucks the phone between his shoulder and ear as he listens to it, his heart sinking in his chest.

“Hi Denny, it’s mom. I’m just letting you know me and your Dad are going to be in Pittsburgh with the church next month. It would be great if we could catch up.”

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[sillygoofyqueer]

waiting in a boring ass bus station and seeing that u posted more fucked up mad scientist wuxian oh life is so fucking good 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

I'm glad I can bring you joy and hope in your dreadful time in the bus station. Just for you today, we're flipping the perspectives and checking on all the other sects!!! I know what you're thinking. "Four. Four what the fuck is happening in Lotus Pier." And boy oh boy. Let's look at things with the bigger picture - Wei Wuxian has never stepped into Lotus Pier, so there's no comparison for Jiang Cheng to be belittled by (don't worry!! He still has his inferiority complex and mummy issues because like...Madam Yu is his fucking mother. She's a monster even without Wei Wuxian to point at). Jiang Fengmian actually shows affection for his son, but he's also a bit more distant than he would be in canon; he grieves the death of his friend and his friend's wife too much to think about anything else. Jiang Yanli is in an arranged marriage still, because as much as he would like to deck Jin Zixuan all the time, Madam Yu would quite literally have his head for such a crime. At least he has his dogs.

Okay and then the invasion of Lotus Pier happens. Wen Zhuliu? Dead. Wang Lingjiao? Dead. Wen Chao? Desperate to prove to his father that he's a good son, that he's better than Wei Wuxian ever could be (because Wen Ruohan is mourning his little scientist). This leads to a highly uncoordinated attack mixed with the fact that Madam Yu is not facing off against Wen Zhuliu which was ultimately her undoing in canon, means that they can pretty easily beat back the attempted invasion. There's like an issue with this though, and that's the fact that I cannot picture a Madam Yu who would not make snide, insulting comments about Wei Wuxian's heritage. Wei Wuxian in this AU would literally not fucking take it. May I remind you about how, after learning about his parents dead by the Wens' hands, he literally tore a man apart? With his bare hands? Sorry bbgs, girlboss is not making it. (Also Jiang Cheng needs the trauma for character building.)

Meanwhile, the first moment that Lan Wangji makes it back from the cave of the Xuanwu of Slaughter and he's found out that his brother isn't dead, and that they have started rebuilding the Cloud Recesses, and that everything is going to be okay, he spills everything. He sits down with Lan Xichen and tells him everything that happened in the cave, the way Wei Wuxian took a blow meant for Luo-guniang. How he, instead of abandoning them and just leaving on his sword, took charge of the situation with an injury and coordinated escape groups. How he almost died in order to save Lan Wangji from certain death, forcing this monster's jaws apart. How he was most certainly brainwashed by the Wen and yet still worked with Lan Wangji to kill the Xuanwu of Slaughter despite his distrust. He doesn't think that Wei Wuxian is genuinely bad, just very, very misguided ("I can fix him, gege....").

Lan Xichen of course takes his didi's words seriously and writes to Nie Mingjue about it, also asking after Nie Huaisang because "Wangji said he didn't come for the night hunt?" He receives a letter back, one that makes it very clear that Nie Mingjue wouldn't at all believe that there was anything redeemable about Wei Wuxian if it weren't for the fact that the same man had been the one to entirely engineer Nie Huaisang's escape. He would likely be tortured and/or dead by this point if it weren't for Wei Wuxian intervening. Even more than that, he's been corresponding with Huaisang, asking more about all these different sects and what they were like. Mingjue, whose world has always been a very clear black and white, does not know what to do with the idea of a Wen not actually being evil. Let alone multiple Wens, like Wei Wuxian's letters suggest. Lan Xichen is like "hmm...let's see where this goes, having Wei-gongzi on our side could be useful in this likely impending war."

Then Nie Huaisang gets the short letter about Wei Wuxian's death. It's like a shock to the system, the idea that Wen Ruohan would actually kill a boy so useful to his cause the moment he found out that the boy was learning more about the world around him. A teenager, discarded because he's no longer good enough to be perceived as useful. Nie Huaisang is honestly a mess because of it, having begun to see a friend in Wei Wuxian - he was friendly with the other gongzis, but it had always been so hard to connect with guys that were, at the end of the day, completely focused on fighting and brawling. Either that, or there was beef between the two sects (the Jin) or the gongzi his age was just terrifying (sorry, Wangji). Wei Wuxian had been someone who had been funny and related to him so well. Now he was dead.

Lan Wangji is sort of feeling out of sorts when he's told by Lan Xichen, because he feels like he's failed this sincere boy who helped and helped despite his preconceived notions of life. He should have done more, helped out more. If for anything, just because of the debt he owes Wei Wuxian for keeping him alive even when he himself was injured and just riddled with resentful energy. He literally clambered into the rot infested shell and attacked the Xuanwu from up close and personal because Wangji was too injured to do so himself. Lan Wangji had repaid that by not attempting to speak to the boy while knowing that one of his peers was doing that very thing, not asking Nie Huaisang what he was telling Wei Wuxian, or how Wei Wuxian was even doing, or anything. Now he was dead and it was too late to reach out for him.

Lan Wangji had failed Wei Wuxian before even trying to help him.

[justwinginglife]

is it greed if i request for fire and ice part 2 but spicy/or n/s/f/w(your choice) IM SORRY I JUST LOVE LOVE IT SOMUCH!! imagine soshiro playing as your guide/teacher this time you’re taking his advice wink wink

OH MY GOD. AT LONG LAST. The eagerly awaited, much sought after, sequel is here FINALLY. So sorry it took so long lol! But it is here NOW. And it is NSFW as fuck.

Fire & Ice, Part Two: Trial By Fire

You were not going to make it to tomorrow.

Soshiro had overwhelmed your every nerve ending, had flooded your veins to the brim with desire, had you hooked on the sweetness of his scent. At this point, you had resigned yourself to an early death- the cause being his overly dangerous proximity to you. 

And Soshiro knew what he did to you. He had melted down the walls of your frozen fortress and now your every inclination was plain for him to see. 

When your breath hitched in your throat, when you adjusted your legs ever so slightly, when your fingers gripped the edge of your seat, he knew. When your gaze lingered over his muscles, when your teeth buried themselves in your bottom lip, when your pulse beat rapidly against your delicate skin, he knew. And he loved it. 

You had always worried that your brutal honesty would be your relationship’s downfall, but in the face of his allure, you suddenly found yourself silenced. Your thoughts quieted to hear his breath against your neck, to hear his moans against your lips. Underneath his fingertips, you were unraveled. Underneath his fingertips, you were anything he wanted you to be. He wanted you to beg and whine for it? You were already on your knees. He wanted you to ride him? You were already saddled. You were constantly learning new things about yourself with him, and one of the things you’d learned was that if it was for him, you’d do anything and everything.

Which is why when you admitted shyly that you’d never touched yourself before and he sat you down on his lap, offering his mentorship, you simply blushed and spread your legs, letting his hands trail paths of fire along your skin as he guided your lingerie down your thighs.

He let out a low breath when he saw your arousal pooling at your entrance. “What’s all this for, love?” He crooned, nuzzling against the curve of your neck, the warmth of his breath ghosting against your skin. “Are you getting all worked up already? Wanna touch yourself that badly for me?” He nipped his way down to your shoulder before pressing a tender kiss to the blade. “Go on then. Touch yourself.”

He guided your fingers down to the slick that was, by now, seeping out of your cunt and instructed you to thoroughly coat your fingers. You’d assume he’d tell you to insert them next, but before you could properly slip them inside, his grip tightened on your wrist, holding you in place. 

You turned to gaze at him, dazed and confused. 

“So pretty when you’re looking at me with those big, beautiful eyes.” In an instant, as though he couldn’t help himself, as though he’d forgotten for a moment what his original goal was, he tilted your chin upwards, and claimed your lips in a hungry kiss. The hand that was resting on your hip tightened, pressing you down harder on his lap. When you let out a moan, he slipped his tongue past your lips, eagerly consuming every drop of saliva that you had to offer. “You always taste so good baby, you don’t even know how good you taste. Want you to taste yourself.” 

Your cheeks flushed crimson as you realized he was now guiding your slicked fingers to your lips.

“Be a good girl and open for me, won’t you?” He thumbed at your lower lip.

You’d never tasted yourself before, but when he purred in your ear like that, when he gazed at you with such pure desire, you couldn’t help but obey. Opening your mouth, you allowed him to slide your fingers into your mouth and you sucked each digit clean. 

“Always so good for me, aren’t you, princess? Well, how’s it taste?”

“G-good.” You managed to whimper out. 

“Told you, didn’t I? Sweetest damn pussy in the world.” He licked his lips, remembering all the times you’d allowed him the pleasure of eating you out until your mind went numb and your legs went slack. If he was being honest, part of him wanted to say “To hell with this” and forget his little teaching lesson, just touch you himself, fuck you stupid. But the other part of him couldn’t deny just how intoxicating it was to watch you obediently follow his instructions. And this milder, meeker side of you was a side he rarely got to see. He could at least wait for you to finish on your own fingers before he took a turn at it himself. Besides, he found it adorable how you could beg and plead for his cock all damn day with no shame or regret, but the minute you tried to touch yourself in front of him, you got embarrassed. You were so ridiculously bad for his health, the way his heart surged in his chest at the sight of you blushing and blundering. He wondered how much more he could coax out of you and how much more he could handle before his heart just caved in. 

He began to guide your hand back down, between your legs, and you let your fingers mirror his, coaxing pleasure out of your clit in circular motions. Every caress made sparks shoot through your veins, every strangled gasp like music to his ears. Once the tension had built in your core and you’d properly teased yourself to his satisfaction, he finally slid your fingers down to your entrance. 

“Show me how good you can take it, baby.”

You were surprised at just how easily your fingers slipped between your wet folds. And it was nothing like what you were used to, nothing like the rough force of his cock bullying his way through your cunt. It was gentle and exploratory. You weren’t sure where exactly to touch or with how much force or speed. It certainly wasn’t as powerful of a feeling as it was when he was filling you up so you weren’t sure if there would ever be much appeal to you getting yourself off. If you could get off, that is.

But he must have sensed your doubt because he slid his fingers in right beside you to guide you. 

You inhaled sharply. 

“Easy. You still with me?” He murmured, kissing your neck to ease your nerves. 

“Mmhm. Don’t stop.” 

“Anything for you, princess. Let’s go a little deeper, yeah?” 

You gasped as he began to plunge deeper inside you with your fingers in tow. Your walls tightened and you began to feel that familiar, tantalizing pressure take hold of you. He eased it along with increasing speed, pumping your fingers to a practiced rhythm. You could feel your body hovering on the edge of release, like rocks skipping along the water’s surface, but never quite submerging. 

Out of frustration, you started frantically adjusting yourself to find your sweet spot. You were sure your orgasm was within reach; you could feel it rising and falling with every touch. 

“Sweet girl, you wanna come for me? Is that it?” He nuzzled against your ear.

You nodded emphatically. “God, yes, Soshiro- please. Wanna come for you so badly. Show me how.”

Your pleading was going to be the death of him. In an instant, his grip tightened on your hand and he adjusted his fingers around yours so that he had you curled just the way he wanted you. 

When you lightly grazed against your sweet spot, your back arched reflexively. Noticing your movements had started to stutter, he encouraged your fingers to resume their motions. 

“Keep going, please, keep going.” You weren’t sure if you were begging him or yourself, but you’d quickly begun to match his speed again, thrumming at the bundle of nerves in desperation. 

“So good, so good…” You murmured in a drunken daze. And then it hit you, all at once- fireworks erupting in your core. Cum spilled past your fingers and began trickling out of your entrance. You might’ve been able to hear yourself gasping for breath if your own blood wasn’t thundering in your veins as lightning shot through them. And you were certainly still too dumbstruck to even notice Hoshina had begun to adjust you off of his lap. But once the pounding in your ears had subsided, you finally noticed that he’d begun to free his overburdened erection from the confines of his pants.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… so pretty when you come…” He groaned as he thrust his cock in and out of his hand. He had wanted to wait until you were recovered enough to stuff you full of his cock, but his painfully swollen length required immediate attention after seeing and hearing -god, you sounded like an angel when you came for him- you finish yourself off. He was so close. So close to spilling himself all over your stomach, all over your carpet. 

And then he felt your hand on his wrist, stopping him.

“Aren’t you gonna put it in, baby?” You cooed, all silver tongued and starry eyed. If that didn’t get him going enough, you added on, “You know, love, as good as that felt, I still missed your big cock inside me. Want you to ruin me like you always do.” 

His jaw dropped. He knew you were blunt but he hadn’t expected the fire you’d start inside him with your mere words. And for all his sweet talk and all his flirting, he’d never heard something so perfect in his entire life. 

“Oh, darling. I’ll ruin you and then some.” In an instant, he was diving for you. It didn’t matter how clumsily he was attempting to thrust himself inside you, as long as he made it in. It was a miracle he didn’t come the second he felt your walls tighten around him. If it had been any other day, he might’ve prided himself on the sheer amount of self control it had taken to keep himself together. But today, he was distracted. Today, he’d gotten to watch you fall apart on his and your fingers for the first time ever and today, he was a complete and utter mess for you. 

His thrusts were sloppy and desperate, but they got the job done. You were whimpering beneath him in no time at all and he was clenching his jaw so hard he thought it might snap off entirely, but he swore to himself that he’d keep it together -he had to- for just a minute longer, just for a second longer, just to feel you all wet and tight and hot around him, so perfect, so euphoric, squeezing every inch of his cock for all it was worth. 

But when he buried himself as deep as he could physically go and you whined his name, he couldn’t help himself any longer. He flooded every inch of your convulsing pussy with his seed, before finally collapsing on top of you, shuddering and groaning the whole way. 

He thought he’d finally have some respite from the overwhelming hunger and need that you’d incited within him, but when he pulled out of you, only to find you utterly soaked, your cum intermingling with his as it seeped out of you, that fire only revitalized itself. 

He licked his lips as he eyed you ravenously. “Sweetest damn pussy in the whole world.” He murmured to himself, repeating his earlier words.

And before you’d even blinked away all the stars, he was pouncing on you again, hoisting your legs into the sky so he could devour you. His tongue hungrily lapped at the juices spilling out of your entrance, before finally delving inside your cunt. 

“S-Soshiro!” You stuttered and it only spurred him on. 

He dug his fingers into your hips as he held you in place, tongue flicking against your most sensitive spots. He was like a man possessed, drunk on the taste of you, on the feel of you, on the sound of you. Every squeal and squirm he elicited from you only encouraged him, telling him he was hitting the right nerves, telling him you were on the edge yet again. 

He thrust himself against the ground, hoping to relieve some of the building tension in his rapidly hardening erection, but this time, he didn’t care how quickly he came; he only cared to make you come again and again and again. When he spilled his release all over the ground, he hardly noticed, eyes focused on you as he continued to consume every drop of your arousal. 

When you finally came on his tongue and he was allowed to taste the sweet satisfaction, he released you for a moment to catch your breath. But only for a moment. Then he was ready for round three, or four, or whatever round you’d made it to by this point. 

How was it that you were the one that was new to this, that tonight was supposed to be a night of your firsts, and yet he was the one feeling so touch starved like he’d never known pleasure in his life before you? He was supposed to be teaching you how to pleasure yourself and here you were, teaching him that every opportunity to be intimate with you was more thrilling than the last. 

You’d asked him to ruin you but he was the one who was completely ruined. 

It was time for him to return the favor.

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[shirefantasies]

OMG i just read the Mission of Misunderstanding about Kili x Reader and couild you please write something similar with Fili x Human Reader??🙏🙏🙏🙏

please plaese and thank uuuu

+ second anon: "Hiii so I really loved that thing u wrote about Kíli x reader, I think it was Mission of Misunderstanding and basically Id love to read something similar about Fíli 🫶😅 Hope youre doing well <3" Guess this was a highly requested scenario hehe! Enjoy this scenario and its humor twist 😁

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN. THIS IS A MONTHS-OLD DRAFT THAT HAS BEEN FINISHED.***

Why Him?- Fili x F!Human!Reader

You were, quite frankly, not in the mood. For what? For anything, not when you despised getting wet and you'd been sent on a ride down some Valar-accursed river hanging on the edge of an empty wine barrel, tumbling only into its musty, red-stained interior when fear of a great approaching wave propelled you over the side. At least Gloin hadn't had the nerve to laugh, or else he and his wife would've had no chance of a second child. Not that it wasn't a bit late for that, but dwarves were persistent buggers, you'd learned, and they lived a long time. Beside, that was none of your business. Not a particularly pretty mental image, either.

Now the princes, on the other hand? More specifically the prince, the one with cascading golden hair and steady eyes that still managed to burn with mischief and a kindly way that looked like it would grip hold of you and—

Alright, maybe you were in the mood for one thing.

Not right then, though, not while you were wet and bedraggled and utterly sad. So exhausted and defeated you could barely get up any fear upon seeing an arrow pointing your way over the rocks you'd dropped to. As it turned out, though, the man was a ferryman. Or at least he was your ferryman. A father, from Bilbo's kind questioning, and a working man. He seemed kind, handsome, wise, a good head on his shoulders. Didn't even judge you for the drowned-rat look your hair was sporting, so you trusted him well enough.

Taking a solitary corner of the barge, you dropped to a seated position upon the sanded wood and leaned, trying not to mope as hard beneath the gently paddling sounds of wood through still lake water.

"Why don't I help you with that?"

The sound got a bit of a start from you, not quite a jump, but enough to jerk your head upward to meet the diminutive obstruction that was Bilbo, a concerned little look furrowing his brow as if he was a worried uncle or something.

“With what?” You asked, slowly drying head cocked.

“You have enough hair. I could braid it so it keeps out of your face while it dries. If- if you want, of course.”

Music! Music to your drowned ears! For the first time in what felt like ages, a smile lit up your face. “I do. I do want. Thank you, Bilbo.”

“Of course,” he smiled back, “Here. Face the water.”

You swiveled in your seat far as you could, legs pointed one way and waist twisted the other, overlooking rocks and ruins and stone statues half-submerged as Bard paddled your company closer to Laketown and Bilbo’s small fingers worked delicate magic. Every weave of your hair lightened your drenched mood, untangling the cloud about your head as much as it did the burrs and leaves and barrel-chips from your mess of locks. Forget Gandalf— Bilbo was your wizard!

~

By every power above, you’d never been so thankful to be a woman. A whole lot of dwarves was far too suspicious a thing to parade into one’s house, but a lone, half-drowned-looking lady? Why not? You were one of the blessed minority that hadn’t any need to get buried in fish or climb through Bard’s toilet. No, there you stood at his side, playing the lost-soul bit perfectly in the blanket he’d let you drape around your shoulders, smiling at your salvation both by him and by Bilbo.

Snickering, of course, as you reached down a hand and pulled up a few of your companyman such as a fretting Dori and a glowering Gloin. You’d exchanged distant chuckles with Kili, but Fili had only tilted his head at you and stared like he’d never seen you before. The look was too curious, too perturbed, to heat your cheeks, leaving only questions burning holes in your head even as his little brother elbowed you and pointed to Dwalin’s face.

Fear was nothing synonymous with Fili, not of battle or conversation or adventure from your experience. It was one of the qualities you simultaneously envied and loved. Yet he did not approach you through it all, not while the others bathed or while Bard and his daughters brought dry clothing in great fur-lined stacks.

It was only after mugs of steaming broth were thrust into the hands of all the companyman, your own treasure stowed away as you darted to a distant seat across the cozy wood abode, that he found his way to you.

"Can I ask you one thing?"

You felt your brows furrow before any thought crossed you to do so, your eyes darting to the gnarled but somehow still post-dwarf-boots sparkling clean floorboards. Soon as your eyes met Fili's pale blue stare, though, your lips arced in an utter betrayal of a smile.

"Anything."

"Why him?"

Wrinkles would be in your future, deep ones if all this creasing of brows kept up. Why who? Why Bard? Better him than that boiled creep he described always hanging around the town's Master. Why the boy, Bard's young son who sat about Oin and Kili asking for archery tips and battle stories? He was a teenager, for skies' sakes! All sense had seemingly abandoned the beautiful blonde dwarf. That was the only conclusion you could draw as your gaze swept over Fili's mane and tilted head and back around the crowded room and its many bodies.

"Why who?"

"What was it about Bilbo," Fili continued, giving a brief nod the hobbit's way, "that got you? He always acts like a father to you. You... like that, I guess? Wouldn't have taken you for it, but I'm glad you're happy. Really, I am. We all are, we just never thought he seemed all that interested. If he is, though, by all means—"

"Got me to do what?" You shrugged, rolling your eyes at Fili's dramatics and taking another invigorating sip of broth; he was just joking about after all. "If he's sending you to hound me about that tea bag I stole off him, of course I'm not interested. Tell him not to worry, I wasn't flirting, I just wanted some good tea and thought it was funny. Saved it from the river, too, if you think about it, because not one day later and that little thing would have been ruined. You scared me, Fili, I thought you were upset with me!"

"Well, no," his jaw dropped, eyes darting up and to the side somewhere past your eyes, "To be honest I simply—"

"He was wonderin' about the braid, lass!" Bofur chimed in. "He couldn't care less about any tea bag, he wants to know why you got engaged at such an odd time!"

When you got excuse me? "Seriously, who's got you all on this? You all know I've never been engaged a day in my life! The only reason I got all dolled up," you snorted, "If you can call braiding my hair back that, is because I felt like a drowned rat! If I was trying to please any of you, you would know it!"

"So you and Bilbo aren't—"

"Bofur, so help me, if you finish that sentence."

"Well," Fili sighed, eyes sliding back to what you realized was your hair of all things, then your eyes, "That's a bit of a relief. Thought for a moment you were into older men. Older hobbits, even. Lot you'd be missing out on."

His gaze, intent as it always was, was typically soft. This look he was giving you, though? Some sort of shadow had cast over it, a warm one. Something much more closely related to your mental image from earlier, in fact, and...oh. No. No. ...Yes. Yes!

Graciously you allowed a smirk to make your lips its plaything. "Missing out on a lot, you say? Such as?"

Most of the company and even the girls had been staring back and forth, heads bobbing a bit at this dwarf and that and back to you with the exchange, but they remained wide-eyed as ever and quite static when Fili closed the space between you in one deft motion, hands upon your hips as he dipped you down against him and absolutely ravished your lips with his.

"Such as that, I think. Doubt Bilbo could do that."

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[writeslikeabitch]

i love love love how you wrote dad!matty in ‘just lying’, could you write more of him & younger reader? like maybe her misbehaving when they’re on tour cuz she’s homesick? you write their dynamic so sweet and realistic i’d love anything about them

hi yes of course! i hope i did this justice xo

if it’s not with you

matty healy x daughter!reader

summary: see request :-) though I did lowkey misread it a bit but I hope that’s okayyy

warnings/notes: umm not many? kind of not much matty and reader interaction directly but the sentiment is still there and I hope ppl enjoy! oHhh and r is like 9 here. written with moral support during crazy oomfchella with @graciegoeskrazy 😝😝

tour life was always crazy, but it seemed to be getting worse.

the new album had done amazingly, met with frankly unexpected acclaim and internet hype unknown to them. as a result, management had decided to frontload the tour, sandwiching new dates in between legs. unfortunately, the band’s success coincided with your own—you’d been admitted to the pre-professional division at a well-regarded ballet school. but now spring was coming up, and with it, the recital, a culmination of the hard work you’d been putting in all year. and matty had to break the news to you that he might not be there to celebrate with you.

“hey, love, jamie says we’ve gotta add some dates out west. it looks like I’ll be home a bit later than I thought,” matty said. “it’s seattle on the 27th—“ he began.

“but that’s my recital,” you spoke, mid-realization.

“I know, love, but I think it’ll work out. I’ll try to be there, I reallly will….I love you.”

“i love you too.” You pressed a kiss to the speakerphone, Matty doing the same.

•

later, on wednesday, as she was helping you get ready for your ballet class, gabi began to notice a change in your demeanor. first subtly, like how you didn't care what color scrunchie she used to tie off your bun, or excitedly ramble on about a new step you had learned last lesson, then more noticeably, like the way you dragged your feet to the car and sat pouting instead of singing along to your favorite playlist. it was the last rehearsal before your recital that weekend. you should have been buzzing with excitement—but you weren't.

and the way that, in a manner unprecedented, gabi received a call from your studio director a mere thirty minutes into class. she was quick to answer, assuming that it was some freak accident—the idea that a call home could have something to do with a behavioral issue never once crossed her mind. you loved it too much, were dedicated to an extent that impressed gabi: what other nine year old, she often wondered, could spend hours practicing turning drills in the mirror, or had a strict stretching routine every night before bed? naturally, then, the conversation that was to follow came as a shock. 

"hello?" she spoke, pausing the tv. 

"hi, ms bechtel? this is sarah calling from the studio. i apologize for the call, but we weren't able to get in contact with y/n's father," the woman on the other end began to explain. 

"he's out of town, yeah," gabbriette spoke, a distance in her voice. "is everything alright? is y/n okay?" the second part of her reply was more urgent, frantic. 

"oh, everything is fine. we're just not having a good day, and she's been having some trouble in class. she's pretty shaken up, i think it's best if we just call it for the day," sarah explained. "would you be able to come pick her up?"

"yes, of course, i'll be right there." gabi jumped up from her spot on the sofa, wedging the phone in between her neck and shoulder as she went to collect her things. she didn't even bother changing out of her sweat suit before running to the car and hitting the gas. concern never left her mind. she'd definitely be having a conversation with matty about this.

•

gabi swung open the door to the studio, making somewhat rushed small talk with the receptionist before being greeted by the director. "hi, i'm so sorry, i'm here to pick up y/n? what's wrong?"

she smiled, sadly, and began walking towards the locker room, gesturing for your stepmother to follow her. "i'm not really sure, actually. her teacher told me she was refusing to participate in class...it wasn't even just general misbehavior, she just kind of closed off," sarah spoke, turning back. "they're cleaning the dance for spring recital, but y/n refused to run the dance. then she just ran off. we're both worried, it's very unlike her." 

gabi nodded. "i am too." she noticed that sarah had stopped in front of the door, hesitation in her face. "is she in there?" 

"yes, but she's really shaken up. hopefully you can get through to her." she smiled, then turned around.

cautiously, gabi pulled the door open. her face fell when she saw you there, curled up atop your dance bag, crying and wailing face down into its fabric. you'd undone her carefully braided ballet bun, your hair now tangled in your face. 

she knelt down, beginning to pick up the clothes you'd strewn across the floor. she said nothing at first, just sat gently running a hand through your hair while folding the skirt you'd picked out that morning and apparently thrown off in your frustration. she helped you up. "c'mon, let's go home." you allowed her to lift you up—despite her small stature, she was actually quite strong (and it didn't hurt that you, much like your father, were shorter than average)—continuing to sniffle into her shoulder. 

the ride home was silent. gabi just assumed you had tired yourself out and, after a slight last hurrah of an outburst in which you kicked your shoes off, and let them ricochet off the baseboard with a resounding thud. let you crash nap on the sofa while she cooked. she dished you up some of the lemon pasta she’d prepared, one of your favorites, and brought the plate over to where you lay. she set it on the coffee table, the ceramic meeting glass with a clink. “can we talk about today?”

“no.” your eyes barely moved to meet hers before you buried your head back in the cushion.

“c’mon, i think we should.” her voice was sterner now. “why did you run out of class today?”

"because it sucks and I don't wanna do it anymore," you whined. 

"but why? you love dancing—"

"i just don't wanna, okay?" you interrupted, voice echoing through the empty house.

gabi watched in shock as you bolted up the stairs and slammed your bedroom door so hard the wall shook. she had no idea what had suddenly gotten into you, but it worried her. so, she decided to call in the big guns; she grabbed her phone off the counter and called matty.

he picked up nearly immediately. A rustle in the background, and then: “gabi? hi baby, what is it?”

“it’s y/n. she had a meltdown at dance but she doesn’t want to talk about it. she’s shut herself in her room,” gabbriette spoke. “i just…I think she needs you, matty.”

she could almost envision him, halfway across the country, hand to his forehead. “fuck,” he exhaled. “i know it’s been hard, i’m so sorry, love.”

“it’s not your fault—“

“no, but…okay. Can I just talk to her? I wanna see her.” matty began to protest. Gabi nodded, switching to FaceTime. she traced your previous path up to your bedroom, slowly pressing the door ajar. there you were on the floor, staring out the window at the trees below.

“daddy’s on the phone, he wants to talk to you,” gabi said, taking a seat next to you at the window, turning the phone sideways so that you both were in frame.

“hi, darling, how are you?” matty smiled, waving into the camera. “i miss you out here. no fun with these guys,” he joked, gesturing to blurry shadows of adam and ross messing about behind him in the green room.

“miss you too,” your voice cracked. you tried to hide a tear that escaped, pressing your sweater sleeve to your eyes.

“i know, baby. I’ll see you soon, i promise.” matty tried to shift gears to the topic at hand, sensitive he knew. “are you excited for your recital?”

"i'm not going." you stared at him head on.

"but you've been working so hard, all your teachers are so proud of you," gabi interjected, trying to reason. "we're proud of you," she added on. 

"it doesn't matter," you said, looking down.

"why not?"

you bit your lip, trying to suppress big waves of emotion. “y-you won’t be there,” you murmured.

oh. matty felt a hole rip open his chest. this was the downside of the success, the tours, the fans, the music, that he’d always be leaving someone disappointed. he hated when it was you. half-heartedly, he tried to reassure. “baby, i will, i promise you i’ll make it work,” he said. but he knew he couldn’t promise for certain, and it wrecked him.

“but it won’t, right.”

matty tried, best as he could through gabi’s iPhone camera, to look you straight in the eye when he said this. “i’ll pinky promise you, okay? so you have to do the show, because i’m not coming all the way back to LA for nothing,” he laughed.

reluctantly, you mirrored his pinky gesture in the frame. “promise?”

“promise.”

•

the day of the show had come. your body held heaps of nervous energy as you sat in the dressing room of the local performing arts center getting ready.

“he’s gonna be here, right?” you asked, as gabi swiped a layer of eyeshadow onto your lids.

“he’ll come, baby.” she smiled. but gabi knew it was 50/50. with the altered dates, his overnight flight would be getting in from seattle a mere hour-and-a-half before the show began. that combined with city traffic, it would be a miracle if he made it before intermission. still, she wanted to keep your mind at ease.

meanwhile, as your teacher gathered you and the rest of your classmates to line up backstage, matty was racing to meet you. he apologized to passersby as he raced through the arrivals terminal, frantically flagging his driver down and, as politely as possible, telling them to slam on the gas. it was but twenty minutes later that they pulled into the parking lot, and he promptly burst through the doors, suitcases still in tow.

out of breath, he asked an attendant directions to the theatre you were performing in and pulled up the ticket in his apple wallet to show. the usher directed him to his seat—front row, next to gabi—and he collapsed in it.

“did i miss her? please say i didn’t, oh god, i pinky swore, shi—“ he whispered frantically in gabi’s ear, practically hissing.

“relax,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek, just as the lights began to dim again, and the first note of your music played, “you’re right on time.”

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

TXT's Childhood/Family Dynamics Reading

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged. This is my interpretation of the cards and energy I work with.

I decided to do this reading, so that we can understand them a bit, as learning about how someone was raised. Tends to show us why people are the way they are, so I will look into what their childhood was like, what their relationship and dynamics are with their parents, and I will add siblings as well. Alright, higly interested to see what they give me here, so let's go.

Yeonjun

This is a weird spread for childhood. It seems he was always a child that was very loving and talked to others. He was a friendly person and loved engaging with others. He could be a bit of a flirt and pretty romantic. There is this vibe with him of needing to be loved by others and always enjoying the love and company of others. I just see him looking for love. Be that romantic or anything else.

He seemed like a private individual. He didn't reveal too much about himself or his life. It seems he was a mystery and didn't like to share too much about his life. Not sure why he wanted to keep things a secret. It is like to him he learned that things that happen behind closed doors or in his private life should remain that way. Or there were things about his life he did not want to share at all.

He seemed like someone who dated a lot and was always in relationships. I am reading on childhood, so not sure how young he was here, even as a child he was romantic and dating around lol There just seemed to be this longing for love and connections from someone. This needs to belong for some reason, or someone he can share heartfelt connections with and maybe have deeper conversations with. He felt like an old soul even as a child. A sense he had a longing for a special connection. There is this need to love others and others love him. He radiates the same energy today.

So, I can see with both parents. I am not seeing them be that emotional or deep with another, but that can happen, as I have this with my parents. Anyway, with his Mom, she got the King of Swords and the Sun. So, it seems this connection is a bit superficial and surface level. I am not sure they know much about another. She seemed to be an enforcer, pretty strict, stubborn, but has a lot of knowledge about things. She was someone who does not like to be challenged and can be pretty critical. She can be a bit cold too and matter of fact about things. She could lack a bit of empathy.

There is a lot of adoration and admiration, and he seems happy in her company and vice versa. They bring a lot of joy and happiness to another. I see them being pretty happy around each other and give each other positive energy. I am not sure they share much about their down times or being sad. I think they rather not share that with another too much. They like to remain positive. And the whole thing of keeping things private and secret comes from his Mom. It is like he learned from her early on, don't share your dirty laundry or stuff like that. Just appear as perfect as you can be.

With his Dad, not getting much there, which I expected. I got the Ace of Swords and the Wheel of Fortune, so his Dad may give him ideas of how to progress and make positive changes in his life. I see these two don't share much with another. Just some things here and there and give each other ideas, but they don't go into full details. I see a lot of small talk and surface level conversations with them. Together they are about moving towards a goal and making changes that help them grow. So, nothing too deep here or complex form what I get here.

Overall, not really bad for him across the board. I do get a sense he lacked that emotional connection, which is why he seeks that from others a lot growing up, or why he stressed wanting an emotional connection as a child. It could be why he idealizes romantic relationships and love now, looking to fill that void, but tends to get disappointed, because they don't really fill that emotional void, because he may actually need it from his parents and not a significant other. Interesting how that can tie together.

Soobin

Well, this spread does not surprise me with how his energy is now. His childhood seemed like a struggle. I don't see him wanting to share much about his childhood. It seems like he always had to face challenges and struggles and struggled to handle the pressure of school and society. I keep getting this and I will bring it up now, but the Korean culture of this constant hustle is not good for Soobin. He needs to move to a country in Europe/US that is slower paced. He seems to not be able to mentally handle this society, which is why he is depressed and struggles, and I see it in his childhood. It is like nothing changed. He was stressed a lot and still now. He felt trapped, paralyzed by fear. This inability to just find happiness and calmness through it all. I see a lot of fear, hopelessness.

I have nothing else to say, is that this society is too challenging for him. This makes me nervous about his mental health and him in general. I just never get he is happy. He just has this mindset of this world is a shithole and I get it. That constant business, working culture is a fucking drag, like I get why he is the way he is, like I can say he is problematic and toxic, but look at the culture he is in. I tell you this if I lived there. I would be in the same state as he is, because I can not handle that high pressure society they live in. If Soobin was in front of me. I would say, be an idol, make your money and then move the fuck out of Korea. I don't care how Kpop wants to glamorize Korea. That culture sucks, the constant go go go is not good for your mental health at all. It is now clicking why he is the way he is, and I get it.

Yeah, his parents suck, sorry, not liking their vibe at all. So, his Mom, she got three cards, so kept them three, she got the page of Pentacles, The Devil and the Hermit. His Mom is all about money and material wealth, that is all she cares about. I just see her going, how are you going to make money, what are you going to do about a career. I don't think he particularly likes her and may want to distance from her and keep that distance. No wonder he is depressed. You got a parent who doesn't care about his mental state. Just worried about money.

And to his Dad, he got the 4 of Cups and 7 of Swords. He is a liar, emotionally avoidant, sneaky. He doesn't trust him. He seems like he was barely around and involved. He could also been a cheater, which is a trend for Korean marriages I am seeing, but not sure he cheated, just that card can indicate that. He just doesn't feel very involved/connected with Soobin at all. He just seems in his own world. Well, this all makes sense now. And I don't like his parents. So, when you see someone who is mentally struggling it can mostly be stemmed back to shitty parents, just saying. Because if you don't provide a strong foundation for you child. It is hard for them to handle the struggles of life as an adult.

Alright, for his older brother, he got the 7 of Pentacles. The female on the card is pregnant, so this reminds me of his nephew, so there only connection is that kid lol Umm, not much here with this card. They both seem to struggle with their careers and may not be satisfied, so they relate in that sense.

Now, to his Sister, they got the Devil and 9 of Wands. It gives me they both felt they were in a toxic environment and they both seem guarded and anxious, so she may also deal with depression and anxiety like him. It seems they are both struggling to handle the cards they were dealt. I see them both having to work through Karma in this lifetime, along with the Mom, as she got the Devil too. I see a Karmic soul contract between the Mom and these two. So, interesting. If you look at it spiritually, there is a tough message those three need to learn in this lifetime.

Okay, his was highly interesting, now let's go to the others. And see what my bias has to share.

Beomgyu

Umm, his childhood doesn't look great. I see a fear of divorce from his parents mostly, maybe it was more in his head, or maybe he saw things weren't great. It seemed some mental struggle and battle was happening with him as a child. To get a 10 of Swords in a childhood reading is a strong energy, like that gives me something messed his mind up badly. I feel it has to do with the stability of the home. I don't think his parents were as happy as he says they were, or he saw other families being torn apart and he feared his family would too. He seems like someone who worked hard to keep the family unit peaceful and together, which is weird to get for a child's energy.

I end with the 4 of Cups, which is feeling emotionally numb and disconnected in his childhood, like nothing can bring him happiness. His vibe is similar to Soobin, but not as extreme, so I get why they are close and relate. There is this defeatist mindset he and Soobin has, like they can never win in life and this causes problems, like they think the worst, or think things will not go well. I see this for Beomgyu in his childhood and now as well. But his energy is more passionate and a need to fight and resist more so than Soobin. Anyway, I really want to get for his parents.

Okay, so his Dad came up first, which never happened, so I will start with him, and I see why. He got the 3 of Wands and the 5 of Swords. I can also get a sense of cheating with him, the 3 always gives me third party, but also his Dad can be passive and may not have as much motivation as him. I see them disagreeing and not getting a long very well. It could be with how they go about things. Beomgyu is more passionate and goes after things, but he is not that way as much and Beomgyu may not like this energy. I see these two being confrontational and struggle to communicate together effectively.

With his Mom, this isn't too bad. She got the Strength, this show she is the pillar of the family to him. She provides strength. Her sees her as stable and strong. Her personality aligns with what he likes. Someone strong, stubborn, stands by what they believe. It seems he looks up to her, and he likes how emotionally stable she is, and she could be good at calming him down when he is upset. They also got the 2 of Pentacles, so this gives me they balance each other out and they help each other with things in life. I see this card as what one person lacks, the other has and vice versa, so I see they blend well together. They are a nice mix. So, yeah, not too bad for the Mom. So, that connection seems legit.

So, for his brother. He got the Hierophant. Hmm, that card doesn't say much of a connection, so pulled another card and got the Moon. I don't see them sharing much with another. Okay, maybe they do, maybe they help each other out through the sad times and give each other guidance. I can see they are both traditional and follow what they have been told and maybe help each other with that. And remind each other what they have learned from the past. That is what I get there, nothing too interesting here.

So, overall, not too crazy, but I got some more insight to who he is from his past now.

Taehyun

Okay, he gave me all cups, so he was a very emotional child. It is like he went through the highest of highs and then had his lows. He would get excited about things and then face disappointment. It seems he idealized his life a lot and wanting a lot of things. Umm, he lacked any type of practicality. It is interesting to get all these cups when he seems more rational now. Back then he seems to be very in his emotions. I can see him falling in love with something, could be people and get disappointed or rejected. He could be the type that fell in love with every person that caught his eye. This is an interesting spread for childhood. He just didn't know what he wanted in his childhood and felt he had many options to choose from. Okay, as always he is straight to the point and pretty simple.

Okay, so with his Mom, she got the 4 of Cups and King of Swords. We are not surpised about this right? I believe he mentioned his Mom being cold, so how he is kind of stems from his Mom, or how he tries to show himself to the world is how his Mom is. I think he is more emotional than we think. But his Mom is cold, callus, calculated, not very emotional. Probably did not provide him any emotional support. She seemed direct and brutally honest with him and that is how he seems now. Although Taehyun is very emotional. His parents being so cold probably stripped him of diving into that emotional side and he just learned to be less emotional to survive. I do see him trying to put more of that into his relationships, but it can be hard for him to lean into it, since he wasn't raised by people who tended to his emotional nature.

So, his Dad, got 8 of Pentacles and Page of Pentacles. He probably just focused on his work. This reading makes me interested in doing their parents Marriage dynamics, because how their parents relationships are shows how they may act in relationships, so when I do a part 2 to this, because I feel there is more to flesh out for this series. I will do that, but anyway, it seems their Marriage was pretty icy and they both seem fine with it. Anyway, his Dad was about money and work and pursuing his goals, so that is how he sees him, which is normal for Dad's in this culture.

So, for his Sister, they got 6 of Swords. I see both trying to move past struggles and both have mental baggage they may not have had recovered from. This could also indicate his Sister moving away from him as she is married now, so there is that and he may not have dealt with the newfound distance. I feel there are things they need to work through that they haven't.

So, for him, he is pretty straight forward, like what you see is what you get. I felt his parents weren't the most tender and emotional parents. That can be problematic for some people, but not for me for the most part, some parents just aren't that emotional.

Hueningkai

Okay, most interested in his childhood actually, because he gives me it isn't all as great as people may assume, although he is a child of divorce, so it can't be that great. Okay, this is going how I expected it and what I have seen before, so his Dad is a strong presence here. I don't see him favorably and I did pick up on that before. He seems selfish, dominating, arrogant, just heard belittling, aggressive, could cheat and he seemed highly focused on making music or creating or being in the spotlight. He is giving me Joe Jackson's vibe, yup said it. I never liked his Dad's vibe. Things had to go his way. I see a lot of fights between the parents. I have seen that before. A lot of mean words said to another. There are abandonment wounds here with him and this fear of being alone and abandoned, or this wanted to leave this situation from Kai's perspective. There was a lack of stability and support for him overall, so not a happy childhood, which you can expect. And I am not sure he shares this with anyone, including the members.

So, we going with the Dad first. So, he gets the 4 of Pentacles, very controlling!!!! I want to stress that. All about money and control with him. I can see him being a perfectionist. He is very cold, reserved, a need to appear a certain way. I can see why the Mom left his ass. He also got the 10 of Wands, so his Dad was overwhelming, draining, worked them a lot, gave him many responsibilities, put a lot of pressure on him and maybe the girls as well, but it could be more him. It was very hard to connect with his Dad at all. His Dad was all about appearance, control and money. Just going to keep saying control lol Anyway, this could be why he ends up dating controlling partners, because the pattern continues to repeat with him, it can be due to his Daddy issues.

Now, to his Mom, this is better, she got the Strength. I think he sees her as strong for handling that dude. He looks up to her and sees her as a pillar of strength and stability and that she can endure a lot of struggles and challenges. She also got the 4 of Wands. I think he is happy she has found freedom and her happy place and has found peace and stability. He enjoys her company and wants the best for her. I just see him happy for her to be happy and content. Their energy together is very happy and upbeat. His connection with his Mom is probably my fave Mom and child duo so far.

Okay for his Lea, right that is her name? Anyway, they got the 5 of Wands, interesting energy. They can butt heads and be pretty aggressive and competitive towards another. I pulled another card and got the Lovers, so this card can give me soul contracts they could have, but also, they mirror each other somehow and they trigger each other's wounds when they are around another. So, they can piss another off easily.

For Bahiyyah, I didn't spell that right, sorry. They got the 10 of Wands, so they both feel this constant pressure to perform to a high standard. This could have been set by the Dad. And the Sun card, is this pressure to be in the spotlight and be successful. So, this doesn't share much about a connection. Just their similarities in how they approach their idol career. There is this constant pressure to stay successful and relevant.

Oh damn, this may have been my favorite so far. I do want to do a part 2 of all these in the future because it helps me understand them so much more and why they are who they are today. And I feel like some of them I need more clarification. I might do Ateez next for this one.

[darcymariaphoster]

DenNor 13. 16. 25. <3

Ah, thank you for the ask! Lovely surprise. <3 I am so sorry this took me one business year to answer. Life caught me off guard for a minute there. Anyway. Here we go!

13: What interests/hobbies would they try and get the other into? Would they succeed or not?

I think my favorite newer headcanon about Denmark is that he's afraid of heights, so I can see Norway continuously attempting to get him to go on mountain hikes with him, and usually failing. The only time he's succeeded is around an anniversary, but they never get far before Denmark can't handle it anymore. Pretty much anything requiring long-term patience, Norway will try to show Denmark with varying degrees of success. I think maybe knitting (basics and only in the winter because that makes sense) and reading would be the winners. Hobbies that Denmark would try to get Norway into... I honestly feel like Denmark has stupid niche hobbies, like collecting stamps or coins from around the world that aren't made anymore. Norway doesn't quite get it, and is a little annoyed that he has the patience for that but not to learn to knit a whole sweater? 😅 Denmark also gardens, and is sometimes successful in getting Norway to join him. He also loves to bake. I think I've mentioned this elsewhere before, that it calms him down and grounds him. He mostly has that one to himself.

16: What would they do to surprise one another? This sorta turned more into love language, my bad.

Denmark is a doer. I also feel like he's good at reading people, specifically those he cares a lot about. So when he knows that Norway is stressed or upset, he'll clean the whole house or bring him food so he doesn't have to think about it. He knows when to be annoying to distract, or to back off if he values his life. On the other side of that, I think that Norway doesn't try to surprise Denmark much, so it doesn't really take that much to surprise him. 😅 He could literally just hand him flowers that he picked off the side of the road on a whim and it would surprise Denmark. When he's actually trying, though, he'll do things that he knows Denmark appreciates. And definitely spontaneous cuddles (or what Norway would consider a cuddle).

25: Try and think of either 3 silly or angsty headcanons for them as a couple? Depending on the dynamic of the ship, could be anything at all. If you cant think of 3, thats fine.

2 angsty headcanons:

when they fight, they fight. Big blowout fights, throwing all their past mistakes into each other's faces until one of them leaves. Both of them are stubborn enough that it takes them longer than even Sweden and Finland to recover.

While I feel like, most of the time, they've learned to balance and deal with each other's opposite-ness, there are times in which it is not great. Norway can be emotionally distant and I feel that Denmark has anxiety. So there are definitely times in which their relationship falls into the "unstable" category; times in which Denmark adamantly believes that Norway no longer loves him, and Norway isn't positive (still, to this day) how to convince him otherwise and get him out of his head. [And this often leads to the fighting headcanon.]

1 silly(?) headcanon:

Every once in a while, Norway gets it right when Denmark is having a hard time. I imagine rough nights where everything is going wrong in Denmark's head, so Norway will go to the kitchen and start baking. Naturally, Den will worry about something burning or Nor messing up a recipe and will come downstairs "to watch". He'll inevitably end up taking over, and Norway will pretend to be offended, but he isn't. And he'll sit at the counter and ask questions, talk to Denmark, help wash the dishes. And by the time all the baking and cleaning is done, Denmark isn't as in his head anymore. They have a quiet moment together, before going to bed at 4a and sleeping until noon.

[sunshinesfm]

"  honestly  so  true.  we've  almost  always  ended  up  getting  into  a  fight  over  something  really  silly.  they  really  know  how  to  try  and  ruin  any  fun  that  you  want  to  have.  pretty  much  however  they're  able  to  do  so. oh  ..  when  i  tell  you  that  they'll  end  up  finding  a  way.  "  it  was  funny  to  think  about  how  everything  could  turn  into  an  argument.  fighting  over  the  remote  or  a  show,  eating  the  last  snack, anything.  it  happened  a  whole  lot  of  times.  "  you  kind  of  learn  how  to  be  tougher  when  you  have  one.  i  guess  that's  probably  just  how  it  happens.  "

"  they  usually  are  bad.  either  at  texting  or  their  personalities  in  general.  "  the  way  she  has  made  excuses  for  those  she  had  dated  in  the  past.  just  simply  wanting  to  believe  in  the  best  in  people.   that  they  were  just  working  late,  probably  sleeping,  maybe  they  had  gotten  sick,  or  it  was  a  family  thing  ─  and  the  list  could  just  keep  going  on  and  on.  the  more  she  thought  about  it  ...  the  excuses  were  just  for  the  people  who  would've  never  have  been  able  to  commit.  to  ever  being  with  anybody.  her  meeting  clark  happened  at  the  right  time  when  she  had  completely  given  up  on  wanting  to  date  again  before  him.  and  now  they  were  married.  "  i  like  to  think  it's  really  important  that  you  do.  if  it  doesn't  feel  right?  it's  okay  to  leave  and  find  someone  that  does.  "  the  way  some  people  may  consider  their  story  cheesy,  but  she  didn't  care.  it  was  nice  to  be  able  to  feel  loved  when  she  wasn't  ever  quite  sure  if  that  was  something  she'd  find.  "  i  have  to  say  ...  it's  certainly  nice  to  be  happy.  i  was  the  friend  who  dramatically  gave  up  on  it  ...  trust  me!  i  didn't  want  to  know  about  it  and  i  certainly  didn't  want  anything  to  do  with  it  a  few  years  ago.  "

Adriana let out a dramatic sigh and leaned back like Blair’s words had physically exhausted her. "No, peace was never an option. Not when there are brothers involved. It’s like they’re born with an internal alarm system that goes off the moment you try to enjoy something alone. I swear, mine could smell my thought to touch the remote from the next room." She propped herself up on her elbows, shooting Blair an amused look. "Honestly, if someone had just let me finish one episode of anything without an arm-wrestling match, I might’ve turned out softer. But no, I had to be forged in the fire of shared TV time and aggressive snack hoarding."

Her grin softened as Blair spoke more seriously. Adriana nodded slowly, "You’re right, though. Gut feelings don’t always whisper. Sometimes they’re practically screaming at us, and we’re still sitting there going, no no, it’s fine, he’s just bad at texting." She rolled her eyes at herself, then let out a short laugh. "Spoiler alert.. he wasn’t just bad at texting. He was bad. Period." Adriana turned fully toward her now, genuine warmth in her eyes. "I’m really glad you trusted yourself. And honestly?" She offered a smirk. "Sounds a little disgustingly perfect. I love that for you." She paused, then added with mock drama, "If this was a fairytale, I’d be the friend who dramatically gives up on love and then accidentally falls for someone completely inappropriate during chapter twelve. I’m fully leaning into my destiny."

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Seeing as the Gerudo turned on Ganon, he might not have been that much better of a ruler.

First of all, we literally have no idea, because the only ancient Gerudo that we actually get to interact with is Ganondorf himself, and he has nothing to say about his own people. The ancient Gerudo sage doesn't count btw, she doesn't have a name, we never even see her face, and she has literally nothing to say except repeating the exact same dialogue as the sages for the other races. The narrative does not treat the ancient sages as people; they are four completely interchangable weapons that are owned by the royal family.

And secondly, I don't care how Ganon ruled them; the Gerudo only get one man every century, if their king sucks, they've obviously got their own system of government to fall back on. I have no idea what kind of authority the sages had among their own people, but honestly I'd say if the four of them were in charge of their respective people, then they were just puppet rulers appointed by Rauru, given that all four of them happily agreed that to sell their entire race into servitude the second Zelda asked them. Say what you will about Ganondorf, but I fucking know that if he was told the Gerudo people existed for the sole purpose of serving the glory of Hyrule, he'd drop kick Zelda into the fucking sun.

And don't get me started on the implications of the cultural differences we see between the independent Gerudo and the annexed Gerudo. The background Gerudo characters all have their own models, and we can clearly see that the ones siding with Ganon have their own unique looks - for example, the amazing lady with the mohawk that summons the molduga swarm in that one flashback. And men are never mentioned in these flashbacks at all, which implies that the Gerudo genuinely didn't care about settling down. Ganon even speaks derisively about marriage, implying that it's very rare for Gerudo women to make serious romantic commitments with men. It implies that their culture is more along the same line as their portrayal in OOT - they are a closed culture. Men trying to force their way into their areas are arrested, and mocked for being entitled dumbasses. Outsiders are only welcome if they can prove that they respect the Gerudo as people, and aren't just there to try and pick up chicks. It's never outright said, but OOT also makes it pretty clear that the Gerudo women just aren't interested in marrying outsiders - close relationships occur with other Gerudo, Hylian men are only considered useful for making babies.

Meanwhile the Gerudo we see serving Hyrule are all trying to measure up to Hylian beauty standards, and appeal to their men. Their one goal in life is to meet a man and get married. Men are welcome in their lands, and only kept out of the town itself... and even then, there's a small army of guys trying to force their way into the town anyways, which is brushed off as just haha, boys will be boys. No men allowed isn't even about independence, it's just a silly romantic tradition.

Of course this is just a fictional culture in a game world, but it's still really fucking uncomfortable that the 'evil' Gerudo are the ones that have independence, both politically and socially, and display a unique culture that refuses to tolerate disrespect from outsiders. Meanwhile the 'good' Gerudo are the ones that canonically exist to serve a kingdom where 95% of the population is light skinned (even setting aside the unfortunate implications, just saying one race exists to serve a different one is super fucked up), they have classes on how to be more appealing to Hylian's, and their entire social structure is built around finding a Hylian man to marry, making them all inherently dependent on the goodwill of outsiders. Even their biggest value of 'women only' is treated as a joke; men trying to trespass in BOTW are just shoved back out the door, letting them keep trying all day if they want. The crowds of men plotting to force their way in are laughed off as a joke. Nobody cares that there's a guy running laps around their city walls and trying to trick women into being alone with him. I mean for fucks sake, in TOTK we find that the creepy guy trying to lure women away has taken advantage of a massive disaster to get into the town, and he's still there once things return to normal. You can't kick him out, or alert anyone to his presence. And the Gerudo just tolerate Hylians blatantly ignoring their boundaries. For fucks sake, TOTK even reveals that the seven legendary heroines they've been revering the whole time were actually completely useless and unable to achieve anything... because they needed the eighth hero, a Hylian man to teach them basic tactics and do all the heavy lifting.

TOTK does not respect the Gerudo people in the slightest. It doesn't respect anyone who isn't Hylian or Zonai.

...This got a little off track, but the point I'm trying to make is, no, I don't consider the Gerudo turning on Ganon to mean anything. The entire game does not feel like the real story of what happened, it feels like the propaganda version of history meant to make Hyrule look as good as possible. I genuinely cannot believe that we're being told the real story about the Imprisoning War, because none of it feels real, and we don't get to know any details that might have made Hyrule look even slightly imperfect. We're told that Ganondorf is evil because he hates Hyrule, and he hates Hyrule because he's evil. The Gerudo people followed Ganondorf and saw him as a hero of their people, then suddenly he was their worst enemy. Hyrule is a perfect kingdom that has strong, equal alliances with the other races, but also all of the non-Hylian races exist for the sole purpose of serving Hyrule, and their leaders are expected to swear eternal loyalty and submission to the Hylian royal family. King Rauru and Queen Sonia united all of the races in peace and equality, which is why they're sitting on the world's supply of magical nuclear missiles, and every member of the Hylian royal family is allowed to walk around wearing them as cute accessories, but everyone else only gets them at the last second, and they all need to outright swear to only use that power to benefit Rauru and his descendants.

There's just so many fucked up contradictions, and so many hints of something more nuanced going on... but the story refuses to acknowledge any of it, and just keeps aggressively pushing the narrative that Hyrule is the ultimate good and couldn't possibly do anything wrong. I don't even believe that Ganon was a bad king honestly; we never hear why his people stopped following him. We also never even see if the Gerudo people turned on him at all; all we know is the ancient Gerudo sage wanted him dead, and given that she also happily sold her people into slavery, she's not exactly the most trustworthy source of information. All we know is that Ganondorf was a hero to his people, only one of his citizens is ever shown having an issue with him (and her motives are never explained), and then he lost the war and was sealed away, leaving his people open to be conquered by Zelda and annexed into Hyrule. By the time we see any Gerudo actually opposing Ganon (apart from the ancient sage), it's been ten thousand years since the war, and all anyone knows is the Hylian version of the story.