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Your misogyny is showing. Get your shit together

(First and last time I'll ever bother with such a rude ask, but I'll use this oh so sugary sweet statement to get some things out the way )

CW: Rant ahead, not Sakura or Hinata friendly, if you disagree and won't be nice about sharing your opinions fucking DNI, this isn't for you.

My misogyny 💀

Because I don't like Sakura and Hinata, I assume? Why is it always misogyny's fault with y'all?

Respectfully, I don't really care about Sakura and Hinata. I'm mostly indifferent to them, but they're fun to criticize, considering there's so many flaws to talk about.

Maybe I was harsh with my words when respectively bashing them, but what I said still objectively stands. Sometimes, not liking a female character has less to do with misogyny and more to do with the fact that they're really, really not that good.

But alas, I sincerely apologize for my just so disgustingly misogynistic words (in case you don't get it, I'm being 100% sarcastic)

In a bit less harsh, more analytical manner, allow me to rephrase:

Sakura is someone who doesn't fit in the Shinobi world. She's too delusional about her romantic fantasies regarding Sasuke to be able to properly advance in such a harsh environment. And Hinata, with or without her infatuation with Naruto, is an incapable kunoichi. She's far too timid and hesitant to be a warrior.

Now, those are not necessarily bad things. Not having what it takes to be a Shinobi can easily be considered positive; be it because you're a hopeless romantic and that hinders your ability to maximize your potential or because you just don't have the spine or endurance necessary to be a badass ninja. Those aren't reasons to violently hate on someone. Specifically about Sakura and Hinata, those aren't even the reasons why so many people dislike them.

Or at least I hope not. I'd understand the point of your ask better if I had said anything derogatory about their appearance, for example. Those types of haters are annoying, and I manage to turn into both Sakura and Hinata's biggest defenders the moment someone says shit that degrades Sakura for her chest or some other bs, and/or fetishizes Hinata in any way. Rest assured, I'm anything but misogynistic.

But oh shit, it's time we realized that Sakura's "feelings" for Sasuke were simply a shallow school girl crush. And that would've been okay, understandable, maybe even a little cute, if it weren't for the way she constantly pushed herself onto him, consistently referred to him as hers in her head, saw him as a trophy, a blank canvas to project her fantasies onto. She was disrespectful, and her confessions were sickening.

Because how dare you compare your loneliness to that of a genocide survivor? How could you make your supposed love's pain all about you? How could you be so ready to abandon your friends, family, life, and future just to follow him to someone who you know would cause him harm, when you so clearly don't even know or understand him? How could you try to minimize everything he went through, try to diminish all he's suffered in the name of "laughing and having fun like the good old times"? "What about me, Sasuke? I'll be in so much pain if you leave. Please, if there's even a small part of you that cares about me, stay". "I can't get close to you, I can't exchange blows with you, I can only whine and beg, it's pretty pathetic. There's nothing I can do for you".

These are all things she's said and/or done paraphrased. There's so much more I don't care to recall. And they're all very annoying.

Her sole motivation was Sasuke; he's the reason she talks about how she'll get stronger to catch up to him and Naruto, about how she wants to "save" him, or "protect" him, about how she wants to be able to "fight for herself next time".

But she never managed to really do any of it, because it was all so surface level. Her aspirations for life began and ended with Sasuke, a guy she ultimately doesn't know a single thing about. That's objectively pathetic.

I don't like her because of the way she treats Sasuke, because of the way she views him, because of the way she's so pretentious about her "undying love" for him.

I don't like anti-sasusakus who come at it from a "Sakura deserves better" perspective, because she got exactly what she asked for; now she even gets to parade around wearing that Uchiha crest like the trophy it is to her, while having done nothing to earn it!!!

But.

But.

Honestly? They're not exactly wrong. Maybe she doesn't deserve better. But her character would, at least if Kishimoto even wanted to write that story.

What do I mean by that? I mean that Sakura, as a main character, does not benefit from her feelings for Sasuke. It's not that Sasuke isn't good for her, it's that her "feelings" for him aren't.

I'll use Naruto as a comparison. His feelings for Sasuke [No, I don't care how you interpret their relationship. If you want, they can be platonic feelings or familial feelings (you'd be wrong but who am I to judge), or romantic feelings] actually serve as his basis for self improvement.

Usually, in media, love is something that drives characters to be better.

Naruto's love for Sasuke is his greatest strength.

Naruto kept getting stronger, with Sasuke as his motivator. Naruto kept trying to understand him, to see things from his perspective, never held any sort of idealistic "Sasuke would never do that" train of thought.

Naruto got to better understand the injustice of the system through Sasuke and his love for him. Naruto initially fought to bring him back to Konoha, not because he wanted to play house with him, or because he wanted Sasuke to cater to Konoha's every whim, but because in Naruto's mind, Konoha is home and it's safe, away from Orochimaru's dirty hands.

But then once he finally understood Sasuke better, once they fought and he carried Sasuke's burdensome hatred with him, he let him go. He let him travel, leave Konoha, without ever asking for him to stay, because he gets it (Unlike Sakura, who still didn't get it, and did the exact opposite)

In Sakura's case, however, her "feelings" for Sasuke hold her back. Though that's a bit of conundrum, seeing as any sort of achievements she's made are directly linked back to her crush. Like I said before, he's her motive. No, it's specifically the shallowness of her love, the half-heartedness in her convictions to improve that holds her back. Her "feelings" aren't as genuine as she –or any of you– likes to think they are, and that keeps her from growing, from seeing clearly (i.e: in the long run, they hold her back)

They're proof of her superficiality. She's too caught up in romanticizing the absolute shit out of Sasuke, too caught up in using him to live out her fairytale dreams, too caught up in asking others to bring him back to her, or whatever. She's too caught up in whether Sasuke looks at her or worries about her to fight properly. And I mean "fight" both literally and metaphorically here.

So yeah, her "feelings" for him aren't good for her. It would've been a much better character arc, in my opinion, something that could be actually empowering that would give her depth, if she had ended up with Lee instead.

Because Lee is the exact opposite of Sasuke, in the sense that he's ugly in Sakura's eyes (I'll state here that I don't think Lee is ugly, bushy brows and all, he's very pretty to me), and so to end up with him, well. That would require Sakura to see past physical appearance.

Sakura tends to be very judgemental of other people's looks, and the way she treats them is often correlated to how beautiful she finds them.

But falling for Lee would've been a great way for her to move past the cover and read the book. Something which could then translate to her being less insensitive and judgy from then on.

[Sakura fans love to point out that she might say rude stuff, but then she regrets it, so it's okay! To that I say, it hardly matters that you regret something you say and promise that you'll be better, if you're just going to repeat the process the next day]

That said, she didn't even have to end up with anyone. She could've remained single, after realizing how wrong she was about Sasuke. She could've stopped pining after him, and gotten herself a goal that is bigger than just ending up with him.

But that's not who she is. That's actually, an entirely different character. That's not how Kishimoto wrote her, and criticizing him because of that is stupid. He knew what and why he was doing it, and the narrative some of you adopt, the one that goes "no, I'm better than so-and-so, this character should've been that way instead", is exhausting.

Sakura fans never represent her how she canonically is. Truly, 100%, the way she's depicted in the show. They nitpick which parts of her they like, and ignore the rest. You guys love the version of her that isn't shallow, that understands Sasuke, that is assertive, that is 3-dimensional; a person whose hard work actually comes to mean something, who is much more genuine about her love for Sasuke, who is by all means an independent badass. The Sakura who is selfless and understanding and a go-getter badass. And that's okay, I guess. But at least admit it.

It's always an outsider commenting on how "she's better than Tsunade" because they saw her punch one time, or "her feelings for you have matured" (something cancelled out entirely by Sakura later). It's always "I've caught up to them" after something that amounts to nothing significant. We're told she's great. We've yet to see it for ourselves, outside of those five? Six maybe? Eight is my being generous. Truly iconic scenes that she has in the entirety of the manga.

I stand by my closing line on her post.

She's foolish, and too caught up in her own romantic, fantasy world to substantially thrive in a reality as cold-blooded as the one she was born in.

And that's all she'll ever be.

As for my girl Hinata. I absolutely stand by everything I said on that post. Not taking a single word back. Maybe Sakura has a few redeeming qualities; like I said, you could explore her character outside of her crush on Sasuke and make a true badass out of her. (While still acknowledging the fact that that's not who Kishimoto wrote her to be)

But Hinata? There's no character to explore. Period. She's nice. Sweet. Kind, maybe? Sweet. Did I mention nice? I should probably not forget to say that she's sweet. Let's not omit that she's privileged and doesn't care one bit that her family is a-okay with slavery!! OH, and she can cook well. She also has those big boobs. And all her symbolism with Naruto was ripped off sns, coincidentally.

She's very passively likable, and the definition of forgettable. Like it or not.

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As for me, I should make it clear here and now that I am no misogynist. I like to think of myself as a very passionate intersectional feminist, who gives credit where it's due.

These two ladies? They don't deserve the aforementioned credit.

Have a great day 💞

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Appetency

Okay so we've got a bit of a long one. Kinda enemies to lovers if you blink, fuckboyrry turned softrry, dedication galore, hesitant Y/N and confident H, you're gonna love it. This is the first half- the other half is already up on Patreon and will be here later on 💕

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Warnings- slight angst, mentions of anxiety, alcohol, cocky h turned into a loverboy... nothing too crazy in this part.

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“Why are you every-fucking-where.” Y/N stopped short, glaring at the man across from her. The entire party, she had been trying to avoid him- but he wasn’t letting that be at all possible.

Harry grinned widely at that, the most obnoxious and infuriatingly pretty smile with those stupid dimples. Leaning against the wall as he studied her for a good moment, there was no hiding the not so casual enjoyment he got out of flustering her. 

Finally, he broke the silence, standing up from his casually cool stance on the wall. She knew he was going to say something that annoyed her and it was proven as he opened his mouth. "C’mon, don’t be like that. Perhaps you just can't keep me off your mind, baby girl. Can’t stop thinking about me, seeing me everywhere…"

“Ew. Do not call me that.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust for the nickname, walking past him. He followed, of course, because he always did. “Just because we have a few similar friends doesn’t mean you need to be at every social event. I’d love a break from your smug face.”

"You can't possibly be getting tired of this handsome face already…" He protested as he followed behind, his words purposely trying to rile her up. Getting a rise out of her seemed to make his whole day, and usually she would laugh it off but this time… things were different. Finding a spot in the kitchen, he watched as she puttered around trying not to look at him. 

His eyes danced with amusement as he added in some more. "Or are you just mad that I always seem to steal the show, love? Not my fault that I'm effortlessly charming and captivating, darling."

“Humble, too.” She snorted, grabbing a drink from the cooler. Buzzballs were not the thing she’d want to choose when she was thinking about the next morning, but they were exactly what she needed when it came to trying to mentally escape right now. “You’re insufferable. Really.” His eyes were on her as she used her nail to pop open the cap. 

“So are you going to leave me alone, or follow me around all night?”

Harry chuckled in amusement at her sarcasm, enjoying the way she rolled your eyes at him. "Leave you alone when you look this lovely? Not a chance in hell, darling." He hummed, tapping his own bottle against the counter. He paid no mind to the new people who entered the space, eyes glued on the girl he was talking to. "But as much as I'd love to keep annoying you, I have a much better way we could spend time. Don't you remember, love?" He purred. “I certainly do. It’s hard to forget the way it feels when you moan-” The interruption was instant, her hand gripping onto him. 

“Harry…” she hissed, tugging his arm further down the dark hallway and into a bedroom. Who’s? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she had seen where this was going, and she didn’t want him to say it too loudly. Everyone was so god damn nosy and respectfully, she didn’t want to deal with any of that. Not after all she had said.

“Listen.” Putting her hands on her hips, she tilted her head up at him as he stood a little too close. “We hooked up, it was a mistake. You know it.” Though it didn’t seem like he thought so considering how he trailed her ever since. “We… we were a little drunk and I was lonely and you were there.” 

Y/N knew she was slightly lying, but she was trying to fool herself. If she said it enough times, maybe she’d believe it. They’d always had chemistry. It was intensity that burned between them, her disdain and his addiction to getting a rise out of her. It was only a matter of time that they’d give into some sort of blow out- but she hadn’t expected it to be as good as it was. It couldn’t happen again. 

Harry had that knowing smirk on his face as she tried to deny it all, knowing exactly where this was headed. The thrill of chasing her, of getting under her skin was intoxicating, addicting. He loved making her growl and huff and glare at him, because it meant getting her undivided attention.

"Was it really a mistake?" He asked as he leaned against the door, finally giving her some breathing room.  "Or have you just been avoiding me because you couldn't stop thinking about it?"

The truth was that he had been thinking about that night ever since. Multiple times. Before he went to sleep, when he was in the shower.. It was hard not to. 

Her jaw clenched, placing her bottle down and crossing her arms. “Look. You’re hot, Harry. You don’t need me to tell you that. You’ve got plenty big of an ego. But I’ve been avoiding you because it can not happen again.” 

Y/N knew that Nina was into Harry and she really didn’t want to start any drama. Not that he even seemed remotely into her, but because she acted like he was someone she had dibs on. As gross as it was, she tended to start shit with anyone Harry pursued and she just wasn’t in the season for drama. There were other things to worry about other than start a feud over a man. 

He had known about Nina's crush on him, but he didn't care about her. He never had, and he never would. As fucked up as it was, what they had, in his mind, was just a harmless flirtation, nothing more. Y/N knew that, but Nina didn’t. He couldn't have been more clear he had no interest in her, but some people took delusion to heart. 

It didn’t matter how good Harry gave it to her last time, how hard her legs shook, how sore she was in the best way. Didn’t matter if his tongue was hot and through and how he’d cleaned her up with it. It couldn’t be repeated.

Harry's smirk only widened as she openly admitted he was attractive, his ego inflating even more. But when she mentioned avoiding him, his smile faltered slightly.

"Why can't it happen again?" He asked, moving closer to her, his eyes darkened. Too close, making her take a deep breath. If there was one thing he would give him, his presence was commanding. Felt. Her body was very familiar with his now, wanting to lean into him, but she fought it.

“Because.” She sighed tiredly. “I really can’t deal with any drama. I’m exhausted, and the last thing I need is that she-devil going after me because she thinks I’m ‘stealing her man.’ “

The man let out a laugh, amused by the comment. Yeah, he knew exactly who she was referring to and found it funny. He knew she could be a drama queen, and he definitely didn't care for her possessive tendencies, but he had told her that they had nothing going on between them and never would.

He stepped closer to her, his greedy hands reaching out to touch her hips, his touch firm. "You're not stealing me, love. She never had me, and she's delusional if she thinks she does." His eyes gleamed with desire as he looked at her, his touch becoming a bit more possessive in his own way. "And I want you, not her."

“Harry, you don’t actually want me.” She groaned in frustration, trying to ignore how her tummy dropped as he pulled her into him, his other hand curling around her jaw. Stupid body, stupid hormones, stupid muscle memory.  “You think you do because you like a chase. You don’t actually like me or anything, you like how I fuck.” She said bluntly, glancing up at him.

Harry's smug expression faltered as she protested. He could feel the annoyance, but he also noticed the way her body responded to his touch. There was no denying that. "Is that what you really think?" He asked, his grip on her jaw tightening slightly as he looked down at her. "That I'm just chasing you only for the thrill of the chase, for the sex?"

His eyes darkened, his other hand moving lower on her hip, pulling her flush against him. He could feel her body against his, the softness, the warmth, and he wanted it all back. There had been no way she could tell him that she hadn’t enjoyed it, considering he’d made her cum 3 times, made her gush all over his cock. She’d clung to him, held onto him, whimpered his name. But he’d taken care of her, he had gotten her some pomegranate juice and a snack, helped her tie her hair up, driven her home. When the contact had been nonexistent, he was hoping she was just making him work for it- but that wasn’t all this was to him.

“Yeah.” She furrowed her brows. “Is it not?” Harry wasn’t the relationship type, not usually. Everyone knew that. Y/N had constantly reminded herself that when they’d first met and she had a bit of a crush on him, only to see that he liked to fuck em’ and leave ‘em. It lost the appeal and she had resented him a bit for it. 

Was it fair? No. She knew that. But their dynamic had been built on that resentment. 

Harry's jaw clenched at her response, frustration and something else flickering in his face. He loosened his grip on her slightly, his gaze searching her eyes, trying to convey something she obviously wasn’t picking up on.

"And what if I told you that you were wrong?" He asked, his voice low. "What if I told you that there's more to me than just chase and sex?" He tilted his face closer to hers, his hand on her hip keeping her snug. He hadn't realized it himself just how touch deprived for her he actually was. Did she really think it was all just… a game? Had he not proven himself to her that night? Granted, he had maybe fucked up in how he communicated after but… the ball had been put in her court. 

He could tell that she was skeptical, but he was determined to make her believe him.

"I want you." He said firmly, his hand on her jaw moving to wrap around the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. "I want everything. Your body, your mind, your heart." His hand on her hip moved lower, his touch a little needy. "And the fact that I can't have you is driving me insane. Want you to believe me."

“But why?” She sputtered. “All we do is argue. All I do is blow you off and all you do is follow me around to piss me off.” 

She had no idea he had his own fascination with her. How he’d silently watched her, observed, saw how she was with other people and wanted that chance to feel that. To have one of those smiles for himself.

Harry shook his head with a light laugh, his grip on her flexing slightly as he stared down at the girl he had been playing cat and mouse with. "Because I'll take the arguing, the blowoffs, all of it, just to be near you. I don't know when it truly started, but you've gotten under my skin, love." He pushed her back against the door, his body pressed against hers, trapping the girl. Looking down at her, his eyes were dark with desire, with honesty. It was a little unsettling.

“Harry.” She swallowed, eyes fluttering as his fingers stroked over her jaw and down over her throat, tenderness tinging the touches. “It’s not funny if this is a joke. It’s not.”

Harry's let out a tired breath, his touch gentle as he stroked her delicate skin, taking advantage of every touch. He could see that vulnerability in her eyes, and it only made him more determined to prove himself. "M��not joking. " He said firmly. "This is serious, I want you, and m’not giving up until I have you."

“Then you’re gonna have to work for it.” She exhaled sharply, pushing out of his hold and escaping back towards the party.

Y/N was almost fooled into giving in again- but she could give in without a real, true idea of what he was dedicated to. Maybe it was cruel of her to try and write him off as a bit of a slut trying his luck, but she’d never been awarded the chance to get to know him outside of their usual dynamic. 

That was why, the next day, seeing him on her front porch had her gasping in surprise. “Shit!” She yelped, keys falling to the wood below her. 

He looked good. The night of sleep seemed to refresh him, he’d showered, and he was bright eyed this morning. Determined. Why? She didn’t know. But this was not at all what she had expected when opening her front door. “ You scared the fuck out of me. What are you doing here?”

"Good morning, love." He greeted her. “Nice to see you this mornin’. You look gorgeous.” That cheeky fucking grin, as usual, tilted on his mouth. 

She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow in question. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

Harry flashed her a grin, completely unfazed by her skepticism.  "I'm here to see you, of course." He said, as if it was obvious. “Silly thing.”

“Why?” She didn’t want to get too huffy with him but he was nearly speaking in riddles and she didn’t have the patience for that. “Are you alright?”

Of course he was amused at how frustrated she looked, finding her impatience obviously endearing. Maybe it was just her, though. Y/N was a bit of a weakness of his, he found. Pushing himself up the final step, he grabbed her keys and handed them back to her, making no effort to pull his hands away from her own. 

"I'm fine, love." He hummed casually. "I just wanted to see you." Holding her hands in his, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on the skin. Casual intimacy that slightly caught her off guard.

The girl merely looked at him in confusion.  The plan for today had been to go to the grocery shop and do stuff around the house, not entertain the man who had admitted to wanting her last night- but she knew if he was here, it meant he was determined to get his way.

Aka, spending time with her. 

“Okay.. So now you saw me.” She said lowly. “Do you want to go home now?”

The sight of her looking so flustered and on edge fueling his determination, he shook his head.  "Not yet." He said, his voice low and firm. "M’not leaving until I get some of your time."

Y/N closed her eyes, taking a deep inhale through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. Meditative breathing did wonders, it seemed. Usually. She knew Harry well enough to know that he wasn’t going to let this go. He was going to keep prodding until he understood that he probably had no actual intention of being around her long term. He was looking at her with metaphorical sex goggles on. Yeah, she was good in bed, but that was only a tiny portion of her. 

He’d learn eventually.

“Well, I have to go to the store. So…”

Harry watched you closely as she opened her eyes from the attempting to calm herself. It was a little unnerving to know she needed to calm down from such a simple interaction but then again, he had been coming on a little strong. It was his nature, but he tried to relax his stance a bit. No way was he going to let an opportunity to spend time with her be wasted. He was dedicated now, wanting to win her over.  "You're going to the store?" He leaned in closer. “Looks like I'll just have to come with you, then."

Y/N sputtered as he took her handbag and totes from her, tucking them under his arm as the other held her hand. 

“C’mon.” He said smugly, pulling her towards his car. She followed, confused at how he had just agreed to go grocery shopping with her. Willingly. It wasn’t something he liked doing and she knew that- she somehow had found out one night that he had his delivered- but he seemed eager to do this with her. 

The last thing she expected was for him to open the passenger door and help her inside, but he did. Like it was second nature, opening it up and taking her hand to aid her into sitting sound, placing her bags on her lap.

Harry's smirk widened as he scooped up her handbag and totes, his grip on your hand firm as he guided her towards his car. He snickered under her breath at her sputtered protest, enjoying her disbelief that he was actually willing to go grocery shopping with her. Like it was some sort of hardship.

Once he had settled her in, he leaned in closer, the smell of cinnamon gum filling her senses. Keeping his stance, his eyes locked on her, his gaze intense. He could see the confusion in her eyes, and it only fueled his determination to make it second nature to her, to expect this sort of thing from him. . 

"You look cute this morning." He said, his voice low and smooth. "Did you get much sleep last night?" He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle.

Her cheeks felt hot as he tenderly touched her, the softness of it all surprising her. “Um… I did.” The compliment had flustered her too. It wasn’t something she was used to from him. Their usual dynamic was tense on her end and being a pain in the ass with a stupid smirk on his. This sort of treatment was new to her. 

“Thanks. You look….” It felt unnatural to compliment him, but she meant it. Strangely enough. All of this was so new to her.  “Nice.”

Harry chuckled at the slight hesitation in her words, enjoying the way she was thrown off by his tenderness. One day she was going to accept it.  He smiled at her attempt at a compliment, narrowing his gaze at her. "Just nice?" He teased, raising an eyebrow.  He placed a light hand on her knee, his thumb stroking her skin in small circles, his touch gentle and comforting.

“Well, handsome? I dunno.” She grumbled. “Just so you know, you’re carrying all the grocery bags. If you insist on coming along you need to be useful.”

"Oh, I can be very useful, love. You jus’ need to find out what else I can off s’all." He said, his hand continuing its caressing on her knee, his touch sending a little jolt through her body "And don’t worry, I’ll carry all the bags. You just worry about picking out what you need."

Harry could see the doubt in her eyes as he reassured her about carrying the bags, and he knew he had to prove it. Not just that, but the whole thing. He hadn’t won her over quite yet, but he would. 

Removing his hand from her knee, he ignored how much he missed the touch and stood up straight, standing tall and strong next to the car. 

"You don’t believe me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just watch, sweetheart. Gonna shock the shit out of you."

——-

Y/N was suspicious. 

Harry was… behaving. More than, actually. He was being sweet and polite, borderline charming. Standing beside her as she pushed the cart, grabbing the items at the top shelves, not rushing her at all. He was flirty, sure, but nothing insane that truly made her roll her eyes at him. His voice was soft spoken and held only a tiny bit of the arrogance it usually did… and she liked it.

Who the fuck was this? And what had they done with the normal Harry? 

“You’re freaking me out a little.” She mumbled, checking off another thing on her list. “Like, you’re being pleasant. That’s not normal for you.”

"What, I can't be pleasant sometimes?" He teased, giving her a look. 

He couldn't help but grin as he watched her check off another item on the grocery list, his eyes roaming freely over her focused expression. He was enjoying this, he realized, enjoying the chance to be close to her more than he would have ever expected. "Maybe I’m just in a good mood today." He said, leaning against the cart.

“It’s just suspicious.” She glanced at him from the side of her eye. “You’re always following me around and trying to get me to snap at you. So excuse me for being a little confused when you’re acting so normal and nice.”

Harry liked working her up and getting reactions out of her, but he liked her. Y/N gave him the tummy butterflies, the excitement, the hot cheeks, all of it. She just didn’t know that- or was heavily in denial. It was his fault, he knew, from never expressing how serious the desires were and expecting her to read between the lines. But fuck, could she blame him? Y/N was a spitfire.

“Can you- fuck.” She groaned. “This can not get any worse.” 

Across the aisle, she saw her. Nina. Glaring at the scene of Harry standing a little too close to Y/N, doing a domestic activity like shopping together… It looked like they were way more than friends. This wasn’t something he liked doing and of course, the other girl would know that… So the situation didn’t look too good.

Harry could feel the shift in her mood as she spotted Nina across the aisle, and he tensed up slightly, ready for the inevitable confrontation.  Fuck, and they’d been doing so good. Of course, someone had to throw him a curveball. 

Good thing he was willing to work for this. 

"Relax." He said quietly, his hand squeezing her shoulder reassuringly, thumbing over the fabric. "I'll handle it."

Harry could feel the tension in her body as he held onto her, knowing that she was on edge. He knew Nina could be a handful, and he didn't want her to add to the stress of the situation. Especially after Y/N was seemingly warming up to him.

He took a deep breath and turned to her, his expression neutral but firm. 

"Nina." He said, his voice calm and steady- almost bored. "Why are you glaring at us like that?”

Nina’s eyes flicked between the pair, her expression hardening as she spoke. “What are you two doing?” She asked, her voice dripping with disdain. 

Harry kept his expression neutral, his hand on Y/N unmoving as he spoke to her. “We’re shopping. Is that a crime?” He replied, his tone cool.

Nina’s lip curled up in a sneer, her eyes narrowing. "Shopping? Is that all?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Awfully domestic, isn’t it?”

Harry chuckled, unruffled by her attitude. "Yes, Nina. We’re just picking up some groceries. Is that so hard to believe?" he challenged, letting her try and intimidate him. It wasn’t going to work. 

The girl’s jaw clenched as Harry responded to her, clearly annoyed at the lack of reaction she was getting from him. 

She took a step closer, sizing Y/N up with an unpleasant expression. She really needed to not make that face- it was unflattering.  “Is this a date or something?” She snapped, her eyes flickering over to Harry.

Harry chuckled at Nina’s question, finding her assumption humorous. 

He looked over at the girl he wished would say yes, his eyes filled with amusement. "What do you think, love?” He taunted.  Maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but he didn’t particularly care. 

Y/N rolled her eyes. This wasn’t what she wanted out of this interaction. Hell- she never wanted his interaction at all. “We’re shopping.” She said lowly. “And we have to go.”

Nina pursed her lips as her response, clearly unsatisfied with the answer she was given. She never could leave well enough alone. Harry could see her gearing up for another snarky comment, so he quickly interjected. 

"She’s right." He said, his tone firm. “We do have to go. Bye."  There was no hint of remorse on his face as he motioned for her to get out of the way. 

With that, he guided Y/N forward, steering both her and the cart towards the checkout area.

“Christ.” Y/N rubbed her temples. “She’s gonna try and burn my house down. I know it.” She sulked.

Harry chuckled at the outburst. He continued steering the cart towards the checkout area as she went back over the list, a small smile on his lips. 

"Don't be so overdramatic." He teased. "She's not gonna burn down your house. She's just jealous."

“Harry, she’s scared like, 4 women away from hanging out anywhere near you completely.” Y/N sighed. “I know you don’t see it as much, but she’s tenacious. I don’t know what’s going to get her to stop, but you need to actually have a conversation with her to tell her you’re not interested. Or whoever ends up being your girlfriend is going to have to deal with her crawling around.”

Harry’s smile faded slightly as she mentioned Nina’s past behavior. He knew she could be intense and possessive, but he didn’t realize the extent of her actions. Considering he hadn’t even slept with her, it seemed like a massive overreaction. Of course there had been natural curiosity over some of the women in their friend circle had gone, but now that question had been answered. 

He bit his lip, mulling over the words as he helped her load the groceries onto the checkout belt. "You’re right." He said finally, his voice serious as it broke up the beeping of the items being scanned. "I guess I didn’t realize it was that serious. M’sorry. I don't particularly want to have that conversation, but it needs to be had. I’ll talk to her."

Harry continued helping you with the groceries, lost in thought for a moment before speaking again. "I’ll talk to her soon, make sure she knows for sure me and her are never going to be a thing and if she wants to try and scare off anyone I talk to, she won’t be invited to anything else." He said firmly, his eyes serious. 

"But first," he added, breaking the tense air as his tone turned playful again, "We have to get these groceries home. I’m starving."

—

It was safe to say that she was even more confused than she had started off being. 

Harry helped her bring the groceries into her place. He helped her unpack. He even fed her cat while she washed the fruit so she could put it away. Helping himself to her house like he had a right to be there, a comfortability that had her a little spooked. 

It was hard to accept the thought of Harry actually liking her. First, she hadn’t ever seen him with a serious girlfriend. All she had been exposed to was seeing him fucking around with different people. Secondly, he was always so playful and unserious that internally, the most insecure part of her felt like maybe it was a trick, and it made her more apprehensive of him. 

It wasn’t fair of her to be so judgmental when she was not a virgin mary herself; she knew that she wasn’t giving him a proper shot, but it was scary. He was scary, in a way.  Maybe it was the idea of how far feelings could go if she gave in, but it felt hard to stop those original emotions she had towards him from coming back. 

“Thank you.” She said awkwardly as Harry sat at her breakfast bar. “Um, for helping put away the stuff and bringing it inside. That was really nice of you.”

Harry, who was lounging in a chair at the breakfast bar, chuckled at the awkward gratitude.  "S’no big deal." He said, his tone casual. "I’m happy to help." 

He leaned back in the chair, his eyes roaming over her face, his favorite thing to do. Watching her was the best part of being around her.  He could see the tension in her shoulders and the uncertainty in her expression, and it made him wonder what was going on in that head of hers. Why she was so apprehensive. Yeah, he knew he had a weird dynamic with her before, but no one thought of him as a bad guy.

The longer he looked, the longer Harry could tell that there was something bothering her, and he wanted to find out what. Call it morbid curiosity, but it was needed. He leaned forward a bit, his eyes locked on her pretty face.

"You seem a little tense." He said, his voice soft. "Is everything okay? You've been quiet since we got back."

She hadn’t expected him to call her out on it, but she should have. Harry was as blunt as they came, and she could have laughed at it if she didn’t feel a little anxious. 

“I’m okay.” She wrapped her arms around herself, looking at her feet for a moment the soft green ladybug socks he had given her a laugh over. “I’m a little anxious, I guess. This new dynamic kind of… put me off kilter.” The confession hung in the air before she continued.  “I’m used to you being annoying and… I dunno. It’s unfair of me, but I keep getting nervous that this is some joke to you and you’re gonna go back to being obnoxious once I let my guard down.” She winced. “And I’m sorry. That isn’t fair to you when I know I haven’t been the nicest to you either. But I guess you intimidate me a little.”

Harry listened intently as she spoke, his expression softening as she revealed the source of the troubled look on her face. He knew that he had been a bit of an arse in the past too, and he could understand why his sudden change in behavior had thrown her off. 

He leaned forward on his hands, his gaze still fixed on the girl’s tense stance, lips rolled into her mouth. "I get it." He said quietly. "And I’m sorry if I intimidated you or made you uncomfortable. That’s the last thing I wanted to do."  He ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. "And as for this being a joke... it’s not. Not in the slightest. Trust me."

“I guess I’m a little confused too.” She admitted. “Where all of this is coming from. I know we hooked up a few weeks ago, but you didn’t call me or anything after. I wasn’t expecting you to, don’t get me wrong, but then I felt awkward seeing you at all the events and stuff and you were acting normal. I never let you get alone with me on purpose because I didn’t want to hear you tease me for giving into you.”

Harry’s expression soured a bit as she brought up the hook-up. He knew he hadn’t done anything to dispel her doubts about his intentions, and he felt a pang of regret.  He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. How could he explain it without sounding as stupid as he felt? “I know I didn’t call you after, and I should have. I was an idiot… I just… I thought maybe you wanted me to chase a bit, that the ball had been left in your court after I dropped you off at home and… and I didn’t think, honestly.”  He ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. 

“You have to understand why I’m a little uneasy.” With arms wrapped around herself, she let herself look back up at him. There was no trace of joking on his features and it did make her feel a tad bit better.  “It’s not that I didn’t like… what we did.” It was the best she’d ever had. “But I think I’m not cut out for just hooking up. I don’t regret it, even if I acted like I did.” She decided to give him a tiny bit of her vulnerability to see what he did with it. “I just know that hooking up, for me, never ends well. And I don’t know you really well, Harry.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, nerves shot. The last thing she wanted to do was seem desperate about locking him down or something, but she couldn’t lie to him or herself.

“I’m not trying to make you feel any sort of pressure to want to date me or anything. I’m just trying to lay down a boundary that for me, I think I’m one of those people that really needs an intimate connection and trust with someone. For some reason I trusted you that night, and I know you wouldn’t harm me in that way, but sobered up and standing in front of you, I feel a little apprehensive. Like, I don’t want you to feel any sort of pressure from me, but in order to have me in the way you said you want… it has to have some level of commitment is basically what I’m trying to say.”

Harry listened intently as she laid down the boundaries, his expression thoughtful. He could see the vulnerability in her eyes and in the way she fidgeted with her shirt, and it tugged at his heart in a way he hasn't felt before.  The last thing he wanted was for her to feel any sort of regret and he was glad she hadn’t so far, but he had to appreciate her laying out the law here. It gave him direction on where to go. When she finished speaking, he took a moment to process the words before responding. He can feel the seriousness of the conversation, and it's clear that she wasn’t making demands lightly.

He took a deep breath, his own vulnerability on display in his honest gaze. It was imperative to him that she understood how much he got it. How dedicated he would be to it if given the chance. "I understand." He said quietly, licking over his bottom lip. "I understand that you need a committed relationship, darling. I also understand that you need trust and intimacy in order to get there." he added, his voice soft. 

He took a moment to organize his thoughts, then continued speaking. It should be laid out in front of her. “You know, I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately… about us, I mean.”

“What do you mean?” She asked quietly, taking the moment to look him in the eye. It was the most serious she had ever seen him. Usually he had that smirk on his face, so smug or teasing, he’d be poking and prodding at her to get a reaction- but nothing about this interaction was insincere. It was almost off putting to see him this way.

Harry's gaze met hers, his eyes intense. "I mean that I've been thinking about us in a more serious way." he admitted.  He took a deep breath, his expression tentative. "I know I've been kind of hot and cold with you… and I know that I've played games in the past. But after we hooked up… I really couldn’t stop thinking about you. How different we were like that… How good it felt. So I want you to know that... I don’t want to play games with you. I want t’be serious about this."

Y/N hadn’t expected that answer. In all honesty she thought he’d reject her, say he wasn’t into it and keep it moving. That was what she was prepared for- not this. That sort of confession had her realizing that maybe she really didn’t know him at all. She knew some parts, sure, but seeing him like this was brand new. This man in front of her was a familiar stranger, at least this new side.

“I’d have to get to know you better.” She brushed her hair behind her ear, giving him a tentative look. “And it would be a little slow. I think I could give you a chance, though. I’ve been unfair to you, I think. I feel like we… kind of got off on the wrong foot.”

Harry lets out a small sigh of relief, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I’m okay with slow.” he says, his voice sincere. “I’m willing to work for it.”

He leaned back a bit, giving her a little more space as a hint of his usual playfulness returned to his features.. “And I think you’re right… we got off on the wrong foot. But I’m glad we’re taking the time to get to know each other now.”

——-

—— 

Harry was coming over again. 

It was strange. Since they’d agreed to explore something romantic, seriously, he had changed. Not completely, not to the point where she wondered who he was before, but enough to make her soften up. Hints of him being a pain in the ass we’re still there. But he was… sweet. Genuine. A little silly in a cute way that she hadn’t allowed herself to enjoy before. 

One of the biggest shocks of all, was the fact that he was so gentle with her. He handled her with care, even if he was a little overly touchy. She was getting used to it because she found herself liking it, but he was the first guy to really be a bit of a clinger. 

That was the last thing she had ever expected from him.

His touches were soft and sweet and he looked at her with this little twinkle in his eye that she knew he couldn’t genuinely fake it. He liked her- liked her , liked her. 

She was still a bit shy with him, but it was slowly melting away each time they saw each other. Now the nerves were barely there, being overtaken by anticipation and excitement. It wasn’t something she’d ever thought would happen- being excited and antsy to see Harry, wanting him back in her house. 

He was coming over tonight and she had been prepping for a bit, primping and priming herself even though she wanted to look casual. There was never once so far that he hadn’t told her she looked gorgeous, and it had started becoming part of her daily routine. She wanted to impress him, make him say it again and mean it.

Her tummy twisted as she heard his car door slam shut, smiling to herself as she adjusted her cropped top and went towards the door. 

He was beautiful. Really, gorgeous as she opened the door to reveal him in the early evening light. He looked a little tired from work,slight bags under his eyes, but his smile melted her a little as he walked right into the house, dropping his bag in the foyer with little care for its well-being and picked her up in a big hug. Her feet dangled as she squealed, strong arms wrapped around her waist as he lifted her effortlessly. 

“Hi.” She beamed shyly, feeling him set her down on the floor.

Harry couldn’t help but grin as he placed her down, his strong arms wrapping around her waist lazily.. He loved how delicate she felt in his arms, and he loved the way she squealed with surprise as he lifted her up a bit. Really, he loved most things that had to do with her. Taking a moment to admire her cozy appearance, his gaze lingered on her cropped top. “Hi.” He replied, his voice soft and warm. “You look beautiful.”

Like clockwork.

Before she could respond, Harry was pulling her back into a hug, burying his face in her shoulder as he held her, rocking slightly. A prime example of how touchy he was, unable to stop himself. He nuzzled her neck, letting his cool nose brush against the hot skin. “I missed you.” he mumbled, his voice muffled against her, leaving a little shiver in it’s wake..

When he said things like that it made her want to giggle madly, but also melt into a puddle. He truly meant it, was the thing, and she had a hard time understanding how this had happened. How he had gone from her little enemy to the person she looked toward to seeing the most. 

“I missed you too.” She admitted, fingers tracing down his back. It was an attempt to get more open about her feelings. Harry was being candid about his own, so she felt like she could extend him the same grace. Even if it was slightly terrifying, she had no reason to hold back anymore.

Harry pulled back slightly to look at her, a soft smile on his lips at her shy admission. "I like it when you say that." he teased, his voice low.  He brought his hands up to rest on her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on the bare skin. He loved the way the cropped top revealed just enough to make him want more, and he found himself struggling to focus on anything but the feel of her body under his hands.

Harry wanted her, and there was obvious desire for her there. In all honesty, there was a lot of desire for her in general that he had done his best to keep under wraps  He’d been so good, trying so hard to prove himself- but that didn’t mean he was a saint. He was beyond attracted to her in every sense of the word, and it was hard to ignore that..

“Excuse me.” She let her smile grow, her tone playful. “My eyes are up here.” 

Y/N knew Harry wanted her in all of the ways, and he’d been exceedingly patient. He knew she was trying to build their connection before getting intimate with him again, and she appreciated it- but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy knowing he desired her. 

Or that she didn’t have those same urges.

Harry's gaze flicked back up to meet hers, a cheeky grin on his face. "I know where your eyes are. I look at them plenty, do I not?" He replied smoothly, his hands still resting on her waist, giving a gentle squeeze.  He couldn't help but let out a small laugh as she shot him a look, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "But you can't expect me to ignore the rest of you when you're wearing something as distracting as that." Testing the waters, he was seeing how far his flirtation could go.

“It’s loungewear, you freak.” She scoffed, a hint of a smile turning up her lips. Leggings and a cropped top were a bit of a reward for him, though. She figured if he had been so patient with her then he could at least get to look at her. “But I’m glad you like it.” 

Taking his hand in her smaller one, she led him towards the kitchen to show him the pizza boxes and salad she had made to pair with it, feeling weirdly shy about it. That was the theme of today, considering she had come to a conclusion in her head- but he didn’t need to know about it quite yet. “I knew you’d be hungry when you got off work, so I ordered ahead.”

Harry's eyes lit up as he saw the food, warmth spreading through him. No one had been thoughtful like that to him before, but of course she would be. This sort of thing was why he had liked her. He’d seen it time and time again with their other friends and secretly wished for some of it for himself, that sort of care… and now that he got it, he felt that yearning for her get a little bit stronger. He let out a low whistle. "You knew exactly what I needed." he murmured, a grateful smile on his lips. 

Pulling her into him, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. He nuzzled her neck again, his breath warm on her skin. "You're too good to me." he murmured, his voice showing just how grateful he was.

Y/N shivered slightly as he spoke against her skin, large arms wrapping around her and making her feel that same brand of delicacy that only Harry had been able to accomplish. His arms were just… beautiful. Built and muscular, covered in those tattoos, she loved every single thing about them. Looking at them, feeling them, how he used them… she couldn’t admit it out loud yet, but being in his arms was one of her new favorite places. 

“You texted and said you didn’t sleep well and you had a rougher day at work and… I dunno. I thought maybe you’d like something ready when you came over. I would have cooked myself but I had a workshop.” She rambled on a little bit, feeling the need to overexplain herself.

Harry squeezed her tighter, his chin resting on her shoulder. He inhaled her scent, his nose buried in hair as she spoke. 

"Mmm. " He hummed, his voice low and gravelly. He ran his nose over her throat, lips brushing against the sensitive skin. "You didn't have to do all this, you know." He moved his hands down over her hips, his thumbs tracing soft circles on the exposed skin there. "But I'm really grateful you did." He was quiet for a moment before speaking again, his grip on her tightening slightly. "Can I ask you somethin’?"

“Hm?” She replied. It was hard to focus. Sure, it would be awkward if anyone else say them just standing in her kitchen with the large man wrapped around her body, but no one else was there to judge her for indulging both herself and him in this sort of cuddle. 

Harry's body was pressed against her, a small smile on his lips. He really did enjoy this moment of quiet intimacy just as much as he enjoyed the more energetic moments where they’d go out or he’d help her take care of her garden.

"Can I stay over tonight?"

It should have been a scarier question to her, all things considered, but the answer came out of her mouth naturally. 

“Sure.” She nodded. There was no second guessing it either. “Is that what that bag was?” She realized he had brought in a bigger duffle than his usual work one, but she had thought it was maybe just to change from his work clothes.

Harry's smile grew as she agreed so easily. "Mhmm." he hummed, his voice low. His hands moved up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist. "I wanted to be prepared just in case you said yes." Presumptuous? He’d prefer the terms hopeful, even confident. They’d been doing so well, he had to at least ask.

He pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a hint of a smirk on his face. "So... where can I sleep?"

He turned her in his grip, letting her look up at his face now with narrowed eyes. Her heartbeat quickened though she tried to calm it down. He was teasing her a little bit, but he did genuinely want to know. 

“If you promise no extreme funny business… you can sleep in my bed.” She placed her hand on his bicep, squeezing a little. It was her own reward. “But remember, Harry. No sex. Okay?” Gliding her other hand up to cuff over the back of his neck, she decided it was finally time to tease him back a bit. “However… If you’re really, really nice to me… I may let you kiss me again.”

Harry's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with a hint of challenge. He leaned down, bringing his face closer to the girl’s.  "You're being bold, darling." he teased, his voice low and playful. "Are you trying to tempt me?"

“A little.” She hummed. “I like when you’re sweet to me. So if you keep it up, I’ll let you kiss me as long as you’d like tonight. I know I’ve been holding all of that intimacy hostage…” 

It had been driving him wild. Near kisses and her letting him brush his hand over the curve of her ass a few times before putting them back up to her hips, he’d tested the waters but got rejected. Now, she was loosening up a bit. 

“So.” She blinked up at him. “Are you gonna be nice to me tonight so you can kiss me?”

Harry's eyes glinted with a mixture of desire and playful mischief. He loved it when she teased him just as much as he loved it when she got all shy and flustered. Which one he likes more, he couldn’t tell. "Oh, I'll be so nice to you tonight you won't be able to stand it." he purred, his voice low and husky. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. "But I have one condition, little miss."

“What is that?” She questioned, unsure what it could be. With him, it could be anything.

"You have to promise me that if I'm being too... forward, you'll tell me to back off. I don't want to overstep. Even though I want to kiss you until you can't think straight. So promise me you'll speak up if I get too much." 

Her smile widened, nodding in agreement. He’d just earned himself quite a few points. Never had she expected him to be as respectful as he was, but she utterly adored it.  “I will. I promise, I’ll tell you.” She agreed, leaning up to kiss the curve of his jaw. “But it’s time for you to eat. I can feel your tummy grumbling.”

Harry let out a low chuckle, his eyes flickering over her pretty face. He loved the way her smile widened, and the feeling of her plump lips against his jaw send a shiver down his spine. More. He wanted more, and more, until their mouths were tingling and numb. Until she looked drunk on the kisses, clinging to him like he could only hope.

"Mmm. Okay, fine." he grumbled. "I'll eat. But only if you feed me, since you were so kind as to order ahead for me." He gave her a puppy-dog look, his lower lip jutted out in a mock-pout. It was good, she’s give him that- but not good enough.

“Absolutely not.” She snorted. “Nice try.”

[juanarc-thethird]

Can you do the "He has risen baby girl" scene as well? Maybe it is Jacques who pretends to be sad about what happened to Jaune and Nora.

Continuation of "That" scene from DeadPool & Wolverine

Very small spoilers

The moment Nora and Jaune joined hands to overload the machine, it exploded with the two of them in the middle. Ruby and Ren were knocked back by the blast wave. When they came to, seconds later, they saw that where their friends were standing was completely destroyed.

Ren: Did they...

Ruby: Come on Ren, get up and help me find them!

Ren: Yes!

Just as they stand up to start looking for them, some guards from the Schnee company grabbed them.

Ren: Huh?!

Ruby: Hey! Let me go!

They are taken upstairs where Weiss and the rest of his friends are, all immobilized. Weiss is tied to a chair, Blake is handcuffed, and Yang is tied in chains.

Ruby: Girls, are you okay?!

Blake: We are, but we have bigger problems.

At that moment Jacques Schnee appears, looking at all the destruction his machine caused.

Jacques: Look what you did to my machine. My poor, poor machine. You kids will pay for this.

Ruby: What?! You're the one responsible for all this in the first place!

Ren: When Ironwood finds out about this he'll put you behind bars!

Yang: And we all know your hair is just a wig!

Jacques: *red* What did you say! You little-

Weiss: What was that?

Yang: Sorry, I'm still a little angry.

Jacques: It doesn't matter, no one will know about this.

Ironwood: Nobody will know about what, exactly?

Jacques is startled when he hears his voice and turns to look at the general.

Jacques: James?! What are you doing here?

Ironwood: We noticed a power anomaly in this area and came to investigate. Are you responsible for this?!

Jacques: *Nervous* A-Am I responsible for this?! Well, in stopping the machine, yes!

Ruby: He is ly-Hmmm!!

One of the guards covered Ruby's mouth before she could say anything. The others did the same with her friends to prevent any trouble.

Jacques: *Fake crying* Two brave heroes, a young men and a young woman with promising futures, gave their lives for us. I looked upon them as my own children. But that doesn't matter anymore. There is nothing in this world that I can do or that anyone can do to bring them back...

Nora: He has risen baby girl!

Jacques: *Angry* FUCK!

"Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls, starts playing in the background for some reason.

Everyone turns to where Nora's voice was heard and sees her and Jaune appear safe and sound. Sparks from the rubble fall on the two of them as they walk towards the group. Nora's suit was somewhat burned while Jaune was sweaty, showing off his shiny muscles as sparks from the rubble bounce off of the two of them.

Nora: *Smiling* We found the off switch

Jaune: *Angry* And we're doing just fine, you piece of shit.

Blake/Yang/Ruby: 👀 👀 👀*Looking at Jaune's abs... respectfully... Ish*

Weiss: *Aslo looking with fuck me eyes* Fine indeed~💕

Nora: All right... *takes a jacket and gives it to Jaune* Put your greasy tits away you preening slut.

[minminbunny]

2) if you're interested

Could you do a OT8 fic where the reader goes to her obgyn appointment for the readers annual checkup and such but the usual doctor isn't there and the usual doctor is a woman but she was out sick or smt and so the doctor gets someone in skz to take over her appointments depending on the time a different person gets an appointment so reader goes to the obgyn and gets informed of the changes but reader didn't have a choice so they stick to the appointment and whichever member gets the appointment does the checkup but halfway through the other members walk in during the check up and join in to help check up on reader and just ends up messy sex?

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Doctor AU - Doctor! Kim Seungmin/Doctor! Seo Changbin/Doctor! Han Jisung/Patient Fem! Reader

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"Miss, could you change into this," Seungmin said, gesturing to a thin piece of outerwear. You nodded, changing behind the curtain. Seungmin adjusted his glasses, "Get on top and position your legs respectfully. "Okay," you whispered, relaxing when you were set in a familiar appointment position. Seungmin tugged the gloves down his hands, a soft snap echoing in the room, "From your consultation, you've said that you notice your canal being too tight for masturbation, right?" he asked, sitting on the stool between your legs. You nodded, "Yes, I tried inserting two fingers like I normally do but the stretch stung," you admitted, trying not to be flustered.

Seungmin nodded, and he tore open a packet of lube, "May I? Let me know if it hurts," he said, gently parting your folds as your swollen clit peeks out from under the hood. You nodded, exhaling deeply, "Okay," you said, bracing for the intrusion. Seungmin eased his pinky finger, lightly thrusting in and out, "Does this hurt?" he asked, watching your expression. You shook your head, "No, I don't quite feel anything?" You questioned, trying to clench around the thing penetrating your hole. Seungmin hummed, easing his middle finger and curling it against the squishy walls of your cunt. You furrowed your eyebrows, "That feels good," you said, melting under his ministrations.

NSFW BELOW CUT

The office door swung open, and two doctors walked in. You instantly closed your legs, your heart pounding in your chest. Seungmin sighed, adjusting his glasses, "Doctor Han, Doctor Seo. What may be the problem?" he asked crossing his arms. Jisung walked up to you, and he ran his fingers through your hair, "Nurse Bang said you had a pretty patient," he said cooing at the fear in your eyes. Changbin nodded, putting on his gloves, "Doctor Han meant to say that you might need a little assistance," he said, patting your knee and placing your legs back in their original position. Jisung kissed your forehead, "If you need your safeword we'll stop immediately, princess," he reassured, worried you were actually scared. You exhaled shakily, remembering you were in a scene, "I will," you said, reassuring them before starting. Seungmin chuckled, spreading your legs further, "Now let's try to loosen up your tight hole, hm?" he said, easing his fingers back up your canal.

Changbin hissed, thrusting his cock within your fist, "Good girl, fuck your hand feels so good," he grunted, tossing his head back as you rubbed between his slit. Jisung hooked his arm around Seungmin's shoulder, "I'm so fucking close, Min. Are you?" he asked, pounding your cunt alternately with Seungmin's thrusts. "Yeah, hah, ah," Seungmin moaned, his glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose. Jisung groaned, as he pressed the base of your tummy with his other hand, "Fuck!" he cried out, flooding your warm ribbed wall with his orgasm. Seungmin growled, his cock enveloped in Jisung's hot load and your fluttering walls, "Cumming, hah," he gasped, ejaculating right after.

Changbin's thighs quivered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he babbled, squirts of white landing on your face and chest. You whined, clenching hard around their sensitive cock, "I haven't cum," you sulked, glaring at them through hooded eyes. Jisung chuckled, turning on a vibrator and placing it directly against your puffy clit, "Come on, princess. Gush around our messy cocks. Drip everywhere," he said, lazily thrusting his cock in and out of your pulsing walls. Seungmin groaned, leaning his head against Jisung's shoulder, "Hah, yes. Please cum for us, puppy" he said, drool dripping down the sides of his lips. You arched your back, eyes rolling back at the intensity of the vibrator stimulating your swollen puffy clit, "Hah, ah, hah!" you cried out, clenching hard enough to force their cocks out for your cunt as you came. The edge of the bed was slicked with orgasms and arousal. The floor was messy with sticky cum.

Chan walked in with a mop, "Did you have fun, baby girl?" he asked, chucking softly at the dopey clear smile on your face. You kissed Changbin's cockhead, "Ahm, lots of fun," you said, catching your breath

[1d1195]

Respectfully, GIVE ME MORE OF PUCKYYYY ROOOKKKIIIEEE RIIIGHHHTT NOOOOWWW

Please👉🏽👈🏽🥺

How about a sneak peak? 😉

I'm trying to finish the next part in time for Monday 💕

“Mind your business Harry,” he snarled. “M’talking to my girlfriend.”

Harry didn’t acknowledge the comment. “Stop fucking touching her, Crowe.”

“She’s mine. I’ll do whatever I want to her.”

Harry stared at him, his gaze flicking to her wrist still pinned to the table. She was still squirming, looking to get away. Louis reached for her and Harry put his hand on his chest and pushed him away. He walked to the bar, grabbed a shot of whatever the bartender was pouring. His head tipped back as he sucked the liquid down. The quiet clink of his glass hitting the bar was the only sound in the room. Silently, Harry plucked the rings he wore when he wasn’t playing hockey off his fingers. He tucked them into the inside pocket of his jacket. It felt like the seconds were ticking by in slow motion. Not even the pain from Kael’s tight grip on her hand was enough to draw her attention away from Harry’s movements.

She swallowed, her eyes pleading with Harry not to do it. It wasn’t that bad. She could take it. The pain she was feeling now was hardly anything in comparison to what he could do. This was nothing.

“One more time, Crowe... Let go. Of her,” Harry’s voice was even. Measured. It had the tone of I’m not asking again.

“She’s mine, Styles. Find someone else to stalk.”

Harry smirked, shook his head, and his eyes flickered to hers for only a second. Then they were back on Kael. “Oh. No. No she’s very much not yours.”

[inriospocket]

daisy!! how are you doing? i know you have exams so please feel free to get to this anytime. i got let out of my previous job position and i’m currently confused because of the explainatoon that was given and job searching again. would love to see how rio would act to the reader in that same scenario after he notices she’s either got too much time on her hands or just hasn’t been doing her regularly scheduled program for work. (1/2).

(2/2) also would love to know if she’d confront her boss or whomever about letting her go to begin with or would rio? i just see a ton of angst, fluff, and protective vibes from rio in my head so please feel free to do with these ideas what you will! i hope your exams good/went great 💕. you’re a stunning star ✨💖.

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I know this is very late but I'm hoping you were able to find another job or another path you feel better on. If you're still active, let me know! I'd love to know if you're doing better. Enjoy! :)

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Respectfully, fuck you

word count ♡ 1,036

summary ♡ You’ve just been let go from your job and Rio has noticed an abnormal amount of free time you’ve had.  

situation ♡ angst/fluff

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“But, why? Did I do something wrong?” You asked, scanning your manager’s eyes for answers.  

You could see his cold stare shift into a look of guilt, and he looked away, keeping his hands busy with loose paperwork on his desk. 

“Please clear your things. We’ll have your last check in your account by Friday.” He said without another word.  

You hadn’t known a day without working. You could say since you were the eldest of 5, you’ve always had some sort of job. Since Rio and you got together, he had been taking care of everything which he encouraged but you wanted to work anyway. But with the excuse of the bills being paid, and you just getting fired; you had simply nothing to do but think.  

Everyone else would have been ecstatic to have a break, but it only filled you with more anxiety. Rio started his days early and almost always ended late, but he did happen to notice that you were still in your pajamas when he came home for lunch each day.   

“You’ve been calling out of work or somethin’?” He mentioned as he set a bottle of water down for you. 

You shook your head, mindlessly scrolling through the channels on the tv.  

“Wassup then?” He asked again. 

You weren’t sure why you hadn’t told him that you got fired yet. You were just so stuck in your head all this time.  

“They fired me.” You said, and you could see the mental wheels turning in his calculated head.  

You read him very well from the soft to cold stare when he turned that inner switch off. He was obviously more upset than you were. 

“Bet,” he said instantly. He didn’t ask for any explanation knowing he didn’t need one. He already had his plan together to fuck your manager up but as soon as he opened the car door to leave, he almost instantly closed it back.  

He knew you didn’t do anything wrong, but it was more concerning that you weren’t sad, or even angry. You were simply just existing. He concluded that it was no longer up to him to defend you. This was something you needed to work through on your own, but he would just have to give you a push.  

“I was hoping you’d change your mind about breaking his fingers.” You joked as you saw him come back inside.  

“Actually, his thumbs. Can’t do shit without your thumbs.” He made himself chuckle.  

You shrugged again, mindlessly scrolling through your phone now. He stood against the wall, hands in his pockets as if he was waiting for something.  

“What’s up with you, mama? Sitting around here ain’t gonna find you answers.” He said.  

You remained quiet but he knew you were listening since your thumb was just hovering over your phone screen now. 

“What do you want, [Y/N]? You want your job back? You want another?” He pushed. 

You shrugged.  

“Oh, so things get hard, and you just give up?” He pushed again. You took one of the throw pillows from the couch and flung it towards his head.  

“What is it you want me to say? I’m not you; I don’t want to go around fucking people up because they make me upset,” You folded your arms.  

“So, you are upset?” He asked, tilting his head even though he already knew. 

“Of course, I'm upset! I work really hard and for someone to not give a quarter of a shit to explain why I’m- you know what? Fuck this.” You stood up and went to get your keys.  

Rio bit his lip to hide his smirk, but he was waiting for you to finally get it together. Even if you weren’t going to get any answers, you were going to have the last word. 

Rio was close behind when you marched your way through the cubicles to find where your manager was. He did a double take when he realized it was you interrupting his important conference meeting.  

“Oh, sorry Rick, am I interrupting? Did you happen to get to the part where you take your sponsors money, fuck off with it and fire your best employees because you can’t afford to pay them?” You said, giving him an artificial smile.  

You figured it out quickly once you were done wallowing and it was fair enough that what you said alone in front of all these important people likely tanked his entire business.  

Rick laughed it off nervously, but cold stares were filling the entire room towards him. He cleared his throat, reaching for the button on the conference phone for security.  

Rio stood back like a dark shadow, but he didn’t go unnoticed.  

“Don’t...don’t do that.” Rio said, stopping him in his tracks.  

“You’re gonna have to get more than security to get me out of here before I’m done. Besides the fraud and theft, I really rocked with you, Rick. I mean, nothing beats stale ass donuts. The worst part about it is how loyal I was. I came in on time, stayed late and for what? For you to sit back and get sucked off on the clock by the bitch in HR? The irony.” 

Your old coworkers' heads popped up from their cubicles one by one to get a better view.  

“That’s enough!” Rick yelled, and Rio instantly stepped forward until you put your hand up to stop him.  

“Sir, respectfully, fuck your meeting,” You giggled, going around the table to push all the important paperwork on the floor. 

“Fuck your office,” You said again, taking each jellybean bowl from the table one by one to dump wherever you could. 

It seemed like you were done when you walked towards the door until you reached for the trash can. 

“And most importantly, fuck you!” You said, dumping it and throwing the container at him.  

Rio couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer, and he couldn’t have been any prouder of his girl.  

After your well needed release, you finally had a clear mind to figure things out.  

“So, what’s next?” Rio asked, planting subtle kisses on your forehead.

“I’m going to do what I want now.” You smiled.  

[into-crazy]

don't wanna miss a thing

》 chapter 3

Negan Smith x Female Reader

Non-apocalyptic AU // The Walking Dead AU

Other Characters(mentioned): Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, and Carl Grimes

Summary: You get harassed by some guys on your way home and someone comes to your rescue. They walk you home, reflecting on moments from your shared past.

Warnings- mature language, alcohol consumption, age gap(reader's in her early 20s), slow burn, angst, comfort, fluff, ages 18+

Other chapters & info -> RIGHT HERE

💕divider by @saradika-graphics

It was a painful walk down the driveway.

Even in your state, you still respectfully chose not to cut through the grass for a shortcut. Rick was proud of his grass, he worked hard to keep it nice and healthy. But now that you were finally out of there you let your tears fall freely.

You were so fucking stupid. Completely delusional to think that you could ever be with Negan. Who were you kidding? There was never a chance. You're just a kid to him. You've always been, and he'll never see you as anything other than that. Though what hurt you even more was seeing that he had his eyes set on someone else. You know that you have no right to be upset. Negan doesn't owe you anything, he can be with who ever he wants. However it doesn't stop the fact that deep down inside of you it still hurt.

Reaching the sidewalk, you turn towards your house and continue on. The sun is close to setting, casting long shadows all over the ground. That is how you noticed a vehicle coming up from behind, by it's shadow. At first you didn't think anything of it, assuming that it was going to keep going in the direction it was heading. But then it suddenly slowed and someone called out to you from the passenger window.

"Hey there, cutie!"

Wiping your eyes, you look up to see that it's a group of guys in a small SUV. They look like they could be high school seniors or college freshmen. Blasting their music loud enough for the whole street to hear. Whatever they were listening to it's rather obnoxious.

"Where are you heading off to?" The same guy from the passenger window asks you. You spot the can of beer in his hand. Well that's great, they're drinking in a moving vehicle. Hopefully they have a designated driver.

"No where," you return indifferently. "I'm just going home."

"She's not into you bro." The driver states to him lowly.

However he brushes it off and tries again. "Shut up man.. So we're uh, heading over to a party tonight over on the east side. How about I get your number and maybe I could see you there?"

The way he asked you felt as though he wasn't even asking you at all. It sounded more like a demand. That or he was rather confident that you were going to give him your number. Either way you weren't interested.

"No thanks." You toss back, hoping that they'll get the hint and move on.

Your rejection is heard by the other guys, they immediately poke fun at their friend. Which only stirs him on more.

He then attempts to cover up his embarrassment with a laugh, licking his lips before replying, "well see, that doesn't work for me sweetheart."

You stop in your tracks, turning to look at him in shock and wondering if you had heard that right. The arrogant smirk on his face indicates that you had. You hated hearing the word sweetheart come from his mouth. All of a sudden you start to feel very exposed. Remembering that you are wearing nothing but a bikini because your clothes are in your bag. It doesn't help that every one of those guys are leering at you like you're a hooker selling on the street. You nervously clutch on to the bag around your shoulder.

He opens his mouth again to speak. "So how about it? Give me your number and we'll meet up. Then I can fix that little attitude problem you got." He winks at you while his friends laugh and exchange high fives.

This whole situation makes your stomach churn. You want nothing more for them to leave you alone. Anger bubbles up in your throat too quickly before you can contain it.

"I said no!" You snap at him. "Now do me a favor and fuck off!"

He scoffs at that. "You bitch!"

He launches his beer at you from the window. Luckily it misses you. Instead it lands right by your feet. The can smashes against the concrete with a loud crashing sound and beer slashes all over your feet. It startles you into dropping your bag on the floor.

Everyone in the car breaks out into a laughing fit. You, well you stand there. Dumbfounded and utterly defeated. And you didn't think this day could get any worse, yet it had. This was the soggy cherry on top of a shit sundae.

"Hey!" A voice is unexpectedly heard from behind you, snapping the guys out of their guffawing.

The one who launched the beer motions at the driver to go. "Oh shit, let's go!"

The car speeds off as Negan rushes over to your side. It catches you by surprise, because what is he doing here?

"That's it- get the hell out of here!" He shouts at the car before mumbling under his breath, "little pricks." He then turns his attention towards you. "Hey.. you okay?"

You break down in tears, hugging yourself for comfort. Negan wraps his jacket around your shoulders to cover you up. Then he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you. You hug him back tightly and sob into his chest. Not caring anymore as you let it all go.

"I know, it's alright. I've got you now." His voice is low and soft as he strokes your hair. "Come on, let's get you home."

You nod at that, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears. He collects your bag off the ground and walks you the rest of the way to your house.

"Rick send you to check on me?"

A scoff leaves his lips, "No. Rick didn't send me to do shit. I came because I wanted to make sure my girl got home safely. Good thing I did, too."

Negan calling you his girl would have brought a smile and a blush to your face, if you weren't still upset.

Coming up to the front door, he thinks of what to say. "Listen I uh.." his sentence trails off as he gently hands you your bag. "You should go on inside. I can come by for the jacket tomorrow."

There's no response or movement from you. When he turns to leave you snap up to look at him. "Stay?"

He immediately stops at that. Meeting your sad eyes, he doesn't say anything.

"Please stay with me for a while?" You plead quietly, hands clutching tighter on to the jacket.

Sighing deeply, he takes a second to ponder on it before agreeing. "Alright."

It's silent again as you unlock the door and step inside. He follows right after you, taking the liberty of closing and locking the door behind him. The chill of the air inside brushes against your skin, making you shiver. It didn't help that your hair was still damp from the pool.

Negan notices that you're cold. "You wanna go get cleaned up and put on something comfortable?" You flash him a worried pout and he chuckles. "Don't worry, I'll wait down here for you. I won't sneak out or anything. Promise."

You take his word for it. But before you ascend up the stairs you make a suggestion, "I don't want to come back down afterwards. Would you come up with me? You can wait in my room."

His eyes widen, he's taken aback by your invitation. Even though it was an innocent request it was rather unexpected, and that was what threw him off. Plus he's never seen or been in your room before. He briefly clears his throat, "I mean, sure. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," you return. "I just.. I'd feel better knowing you're close by. Knowing that I'm not alone."

There was no way he could say no to you. He hums and follows you up the stairs all the way to your bedroom.

The sun had finally set, casting the last bit of light through the curtains into your room. You navigate through the dimly lit space to turn on a table lamp beside your bed. As the light flicks on Negan takes in your bedroom for the first time. It was certainly a reflection of your personality, and that in itself made him feel welcome. He notices that you didn't change rooms since you're not in the master. He doubts that your aunt took it over either but that's a question he'll save for another day.

You scramble around, picking a few things up from the floor and moving others out of the way. Negan stood there, lazily following your movements. You collect a fresh pair of clothes from the dresser and let out a small sigh, "I'm going to go wash up."

He keeps his focus on you as you slide off his jacket and set it down on the bed. "Take your time. I'll be here." He assures.

"Feel free to sit on the bed if you want. I won't mind." And with that, you leave the room.

Negan decides to look around some more. He caught a glimpse of a photo collage on the wall, so he went over for a closer look. There were pictures of your parents, some with the three of you together. All with huge smiles and warm vibes. There were a couple snaps of the Grimes, looking like the picture perfect family as usual. One photo was of him and your dad in the garage, laughing as they posed for the camera. Negan remembers all the good times he'd spent with him.

He then came across the only photo of you and him up there. Right in the middle, it was a selfie you'd taken with him a while back. Your smile was so bright, and he couldn't help but notice the glimmer in your eyes. He really liked that photo. Negan spots your camera on the desk near the pictures. He remembers how you used to carry it everywhere, capturing the moments up on the wall above. You don't carry it around anymore, not since your parents..

A few more steps and he finds himself by the window. Peaking through the curtains, he's got a perfect view of his house from here. Everything from his driveway to the front door. It makes him wonder if you've ever watched him from here.

The sound of the door creaking brings him to turn, finding you coming back into the room. Your hair is damp from the shower this time, and you're wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a cropped tshirt. It was a bit revealing, however the man has already seen you in a bikini so you didn't think much of it. Besides, he'd told you to put on something comfortable and what better than the close you sleep in.

He looks you over briefly. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, I needed that." You admit. There's a guilty look on your face, like you have something you need to confess. A secret that you can no longer contain. Inhaling sharply you breathe out, "actually, there's something that I need to tell you."

He fixes his gaze on you, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I know."

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Flashback:

It was a sad, gloomy day. Even the sky looked melancholy, filling up with puffy grey clouds to shield away the sun. Not allowing the warmth of the rays to reach you or anyone else.

Many people had shown up to pay their respects and offer their condolences for your loss. Most of those people you knew, and very few in which you didn't.

The burial was especially the hardest for you. You couldn't exactly describe the feeling you experienced while watching your parent's caskets being lowered into the ground. You don't think you'll ever be able to describe it. But it was at that moment in which you knew that you would never see them again. At least, not in this life.

Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, and you didn't talk much at all. Relying mostly on head gestures. Only having enough mental energy to mutter a few words to certain people that talked to you. Aunt Rena never left your side throughout the whole event. Even Rick, Lori, and little Carl were always close by. As for Negan, he kept a bit of a distance.

There was already so many people around you, he didn't want to smother you with his presence as well. Though he did come by to offer his own condolences when he had the chance to talk to you more privately. You hugged him tight and never wanted to let him go. He kept you tight in his embrace, letting you hold on to him as long as you needed. It was up until other people came over to talk to you when he had to gently pull back.

It is a quarter to 8 pm. You've been home for a while now. Aunt Rena was exhausted from the day and had went to bed early. You had other plans.

Drained and full of grief, you grabbed a bottle of whiskey from your dad's cabinet and sat on the front porch looking through your family photo album. Since it's the middle of November it is cold. So you brought a blanket to keep warm. You sat by yourself, with shaky hands and teary eyes. Flipping through the pages and pouring glass after glass. Laughing at some of the memories through the photos then taking swigs of your drink when your laughter turns into soft sobs. You probably shouldn't be out here like this but you were. You didn't want your aunt to know, or worry. That you're slowly numbing yourself with alcohol so that you could stop feeling for a while. It seemed to do it's job. As you felt yourself gradually slipping in and out of consciousness.

Negan is pulling into his driveway when he spots you on your porch all by yourself. Immediately he notices that something's not right. You're not moving.

Getting out of his car he rushes over. Calling your name but no response. You are passed out and there's a half empty bottle of whiskey on the table next to you. At first he's very worried and assumes the worst. Though the panic fades when he hears the soft snores coming from you. He checks you over again, you're sound asleep with an open photo album tucked in your arms.

"Shit kid.."

Relief washes over him, though he's concerned with how long you might've been out here. Especially out cold the way you are. It's freezing and you only have a thin blanket wrapped around your body. Brushing some hair out of your face, he could tell you had been crying again. Your cheeks were flushed and dried streams ran down your cheeks and nose. He attempts to wake you up by shaking you gently. When that doesn't work he does it more firmly.

"Y/n.. hey, wake up."

You only mumble and tuck further into your blanket in response. Brows furrowing then letting up as soon as you get comfortable again.

The sight of you made his heart ache. He can't imagine what you're going through, though he really does feel for you. He had lost two of his good friends, but you had lost both your parents. It hurt you both, yet it wasn't a pain in which he would try to compare to yours. He only wanted you to know that you weren't alone. That he will be here for you when you need him. After all you've become his friend, too.

Negan takes the book from your freezing hands and places it on the table before ringing the doorbell. He waits there at the door for a moment until Rena answers.

"Oh Negan, hello." She is surprised to see him at this time of night. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey Rena. I uh, well I found y/n asleep out here on the porch." Stepping aside, he motions over to where you're at.

Rena gasps into her hands, rushing to your side, "I- oh dear, I didn't even know she was out here!" She strokes your hair, a frown on her face as she examines the contents on the table.

"I figured you didn't," Negan shrugs. "I know you wouldn't have left her out here like this."

"Oh no, I would never." She shakes her head. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I was asleep, she could have been out here all night."

"She's alright. Gotta get her inside though."

"If she really drank that much, it might be hard to get her up in this state." Your aunt worries.

It's clear to Negan that it would be a rather difficult task for your aunt to do by herself. So he offers his help. "If you want, I can carry her inside."

"Would you?"

"Sure."

Negan carefully scoops you up into his arms and takes you inside. Your aunt follows behind, with the photo album held closely to her chest.

"You can set her down on the couch, she'll be fine there for the night."

He takes you into the living room and lowers you on to the couch. You stir from the movement, slipping in and out of your deep sleep.

Your aunt decides that the cover you currently have won't suffice. "I'm going to run upstairs and grab her another blanket. Can you watch her for a minute?"

Negan nods, a quiet 'yeah' leaving his lips.

Your aunt goes to retrieve the item, leaving Negan with you. The sound of you mumbling grabs his attention.

"What.. what happened?" You ask, fighting to keep your eyes open.

"It's alright sweetheart." Negan shushes you. "You're safe. You fell asleep outside but you're inside now."

Giggling to yourself, you reply, "oh yeah.." You briefly look around, recognizing your surroundings. Last you remembered, you were outside on the porch. "How'd I get in here?"

Negan drops to his haunches directly beside you. "I carried you."

"You carried me?"

"Sure did." There's a proud grin on his face after saying that.

Taken aback, your eyes gleam up at him. "Thank you."

"It's not a problem." He brushes it off. "Just want to make sure you're okay. Your aunt's coming back with a blanket. Now close your eyes and get some sleep."

"M'kay." You shut your eyes, letting out a deep sigh. "Hm.. Negan?"

He leans in a bit closer. "Yeah?"

"I love you." It comes out just above a whisper. Though the room was so quiet that he had heard it perfectly clear as if you'd said it aloud.

He chuckles awkwardly in response because you have never said that to him before. But you are drunk and he is your friend, so he figured you were just saying sappy shit. Like the kind of things you'd tell the girl holding your hair back while you're throwing up the alcohol you've ingested in a toilet. He gives your shoulder a playful nudge, muttering back, "love ya too, kid."

With your eyes still closed, you shake your head. "No Negan, I don't mean as a friend.." Your voice is low and soft. "I love, love you. Always have." That is the last thing you say before drifting off to sleep.

Your confession comes as a total shock to him. He is left completely speechless, wondering if you'd really meant what you said. However, he doesn't want to wake you again to find out. There are so many questions going through his mind when your aunt comes back. Pulling him away from you and halting his thoughts.

"There now," Rena places a thicker covering on top of you. Negan stands there, staring at you while she tucks you in. "She should be alright down here for the night. Thank you so much for bringing her in."

Her gratitude snaps him out of his haze. "Not a problem, you're welcome."

Your words are all Negan thinks about on his walk home. You love him? Did you really mean that? It's possible that you were just spewing nonsense since you were intoxicated. But what if it was the truth and it had managed to slip out because you were drunk? He believes in that old saying, "a drunk mind speaks a sober heart." So if what you'd said is true, then how long have you had these feelings for him? Must have been a long time, you did say you always have.

Negan thinks back, to a few instances where he had caught you looking at him a little too long. The times you've blushed because of something he said. Moments where you wanted to be near him. That twinkle in your eyes every single time you looked at him. He had always thought he was crazy when even the tiniest of a suspicion that you were interested in him popped into his head. Maybe she's got a little crush. Nah, she doesn't.. She's looking at me like that again. Cut the shit, she's only being nice.. Those suspensions bugged him for a while. And each time they'd come up he would dismiss them.

The thing is, he has always been very fond of you, but he wouldn't think of you in that way. He couldn't. There was no way. You were his friend's daughter.

Knowing what he knows now, however, he doesn't think he could forget or brush that away.

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[devastatedloyallute]

Under the Mask (18+ Guitarspear fic)

Tags on [AO3] 💕

Summary:

Adam; The First Man, Dickmaster, The Original Dick™. The guy who was made to populate the Earth. Yeah, that Adam. He’s not actually getting as much action as he leads people to believe. Sure, he talks a big game; constantly boasting that he’s got all kinds of bitches who ride his dick, how many women he’s been balls deep in and had them screaming his name, etc, etc– But in reality, the most action his dick has seen in recent centuries has been his right hand. Literally. And top off his self-confidence and abandonment issues with his divorce track record? Oh yeah, he’s overcompensating. So his lieutenant calls him out on it.

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Lute was not quite sure what got into her today.

It was the same as any other day; follow her commander around, make sure he was completing the things he was supposed to be doing, make sure he got to meetings on time, and stand by silently until spoken to as he hypes himself to the hordes of fangirls who stop him as they stroll down the promenade to wherever they were headed next.

Maybe she just didn’t get enough sleep last night. Perhaps she woke up on the wrong side of the bed for some reason. Maybe the reason was that her godforsaken vibrator fucking died just as she was on the edge of release and it ruined her night.

She tries to tune him out as his bragging continues to drag on; going on and on about how his dick is the biggest in all of Heaven, how “fucking bitches” is his favorite go-to pastime, and about how badly women want him.

Well, Lute knows he’s at least right about the last of those things. There certainly are women who want him, or at the very least, they like the idea of being with him. The first one is still left up for discovery. But the second one—

“Ain’t that right, Lute?” Adam beams in her direction, fully expecting her to vouch for his crude statement of just how much “pussy action” he gets.

Something about today really made Lute’s tongue loose, “Respectfully, Sir? No.”

“Heh, yeah that’s what I— Huh?” He blinks in surprise, the mask covering his face glitching sporadically in bafflement.

Lute rolls her eyes to look away from him, following with an annoyed nose exhale. “I spend nearly every waking day with you. I know your schedule inside and out, and ‘’fucking bitches’’ is not part of it,” she sneers, making the air quotes with her fingers for emphasis.

“W-what?!,” Adam stammers, quickly faking a laugh to try and collect himself. “Bitch, you don’t even know what you’re on about. I have a life outside of you tailing me around, ya know,” he wafts his hand at her and brings his attention back to his fangirls, “Don’t listen to her, she’s just jealous.”

Lute’s eye twitches aggressively. She grinds her molars together, trying to fight the urge to bite back at him.

“Prove it.”

The surrounding air fell silent. Many eyes quickly turn to Lute at her sharp remark. Adam scoffs, “Prove what?”

“Prove that you get this so-called ‘’pussy action.’’ Because, frankly, I don’t believe you,” Lute crosses her arms over her chest sternly.

Adam skeptically raises a brow at her, “What, who here do you want me to fuck to ‘’prove it‘’ to you?” He waves his arm broadly, gesturing to the women around him.

“ Me. ”

Lute feels her heart rate skyrocket as the word leaves her lips. Her blood turns to ice, her body going stiff as the stunned gasps from the winners hit her ears. It’s too late to take it back now, she has to stand her ground and live with the choice regardless of the outcome. Lute’s unwavering golden eyes pierce daggers through Adam’s mask and directly into his own.

“S-seriously!?” Hope soars in his chest as his heart skips a beat, his voice wavering momentarily from being caught off guard by her directness. Quickly shaking his gaze away from her, he scoffs, “I mean— Seriously? You? ”

“My apartment. Tonight. 7 'o'clock. Do not keep me waiting,” Lute snarls, turning on her heel and speed-walking away. Adam watches her in disbelief as she rounds a corner, disappearing out of his sight.

Rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly, Adam lets out a half confident half nervous chuckle of an exhale. He tilts his head to side-eye the crowd, “Well, sorry ladies, guess I’ve got a date tonight.”

———

“Why did I do that? Why did I say that?!?” Lute screeches to herself upon entering her apartment, slamming the door behind her.

“And then why did I keep talking?!” She groans, making her way to her bedroom to collect fresh clothes for after her shower.

Right now, a shower is what she needs to get her mind off of this whole mess that she’s created for herself.

It’s definitely not to get prepared for tonight.

No, of course, it’s not. She always showers when she gets home from work.

There is no way that Adam took her proposal– (well, it came out as more of a demand, really) seriously, right? He’ll blow her off just like she knows he’s done to countless other women…

…Won’t he?

Sure he will, she’s no different to him. Why would she be?

“Am I a fucking idiot?! Actually insane!?” Lute voices in distress as she undresses, tossing her uniform in the laundry basket. She connects her phone to her speaker, and hits shuffle on her shower playlist. She sighs frustratedly as she steps into the shower.

She basks in the refreshing cool water as it rains over her golden flushed face. As the first song concludes and the next plays, Lute turns the water temperature up, wetting her hair and scrubbing in shampoo.

Just as the following song begins, Lute’s breath catches in her throat, her heart thumping in her chest in tune with the music. The music carries weight, building up into lyrics that become eerily relatable.

🎵-I’m seeing visions, am I bad? Or mad? Or wise?-🎶

She sucks in a breath, trying to ignore the way the melody is calling her to sing along with the chorus. This wasn’t typically the type of music she listened to, but sometimes there’s just those songs that resonate with you, regardless of genre.

‘Of course it had to play this fucking song right now,’ she bites her cheek as she rinses her hair, then begins smothering in some conditioner, and reaches for her razor.

Let’s be clear, she’s absolutely not shaving her downstairs for him. No, she just prefers that area to be smooth is all.

Besides, it’s not like he’s actually going to show up at her doorstep in a few hours anyway.

‘...will he?’

She shakes the thought from her mind as she puts her razor away and rinses the conditioner out of her hair.

As the song plays on, Lute hums along as she scrubs body wash over her arms, slowly giving in and softly starts to sing along, “My bedsheets are ablaze, I’ve screamed his name, building up like waves...”

Her voice trails off as her thoughts fade back into previous nights where she had indeed screamed his name; one hand clutching onto the sheets for dear life while the other fumbled with a bullet vibrator against her clit. The nights when she laid on her back, stifling back moans only to cry out his name in ecstasy at her climax. The whole time imagining his voice praising her for taking his cock so well.

Lute shutters in anticipation at the thought, followed shortly by a wave of embarrassment. ‘But won’t this make things complicated between us? I mean, for fuck’s sake— he’s my superior! That’s wrong on a multitude of levels…’

‘…isn’t it?’

As the music picks up and pulls her from her mind, a euphoric smile creeps up her face. This time she allows herself to sing along with the chorus. Assisting the water to wash away the soap bubbles, she slides her hands down her chest, down her sides, and past her hips, swaying with the melody.

🎶-What if he’s written ‘mine’ on my upper thigh only in my mind? One slip and falling back into the hedge maze, Oh what a way to die~ I keep recalling things we never did–🎵

Her fantasy could finally come to fruition tonight. ‘Maybe this will be a good thing. Things will be fine,’ she tells herself.

If he even shows up that is, which Lute keeps trying to convince that tiny voice in her head that he won’t.

The song finishes as Lute steps out of the shower, lightly shakes the water out of her wings, and wraps herself in a towel. She dries her hair enough so that it’s not actively dripping before turning the speaker off and picking up the clothes she had brought in with her to head back to her bedroom.

She changes her mind about what she is going to wear at the last minute. She eyes the black silken nightgown hanging in her closet as she puts her clothes back into her dresser. Slipping into the dress, she pats the fabric free of its wrinkles.

Don’t be ridiculous, she isn’t putting this on for him. It’s just comfortable and low maintenance, that’s all.

And she’s only drying her hair with a blow dryer because she doesn’t have time to let it air dry like the feeling of it being wet and sticking to her neck.

She’s also not going to doll herself up for him either. She’s just reapplying her eyeshadow and mascara because she likes it. There’s no other reason.

Lute curls up on her couch and looks down at her phone for the time.

6:28 pm

———

Adam rushes back to his penthouse, barely managing to escape the curious questions of the group of fangirls from earlier. Flying through his balcony doors, disregarding the need to close them, he flings himself into his on-suite bathroom.

If he’s going to do this tonight, he’s going to do it right. He has to be presentable. Lute had asked him out. Fucking Lute of all people. He never thought he’d ever get this chance.

He can’t say no to her.

Not after those nights when he’d thought about her being snuggled up beside him in bed. The mornings that he would wake up with an erection because she was doing things to him in his dreams. Or the countless times he’s pictured himself railing her in the shower.

Not after all of his thoughts of her throughout the day; the way her face lights up when he calls her name, the sound of her laughter at his antics and jokes, the subtle way she dances along to his music in the office.

She’s perfect in every single way. He’s known he loved her from the second he laid eyes on her. But…

Adam has kept these thoughts locked away, refusing to so much as hint that he harbored any sort of feelings for her. Sometimes being outright mean, just so she might not catch on to any slip-ups and start to think he cares. Because…He can’t go through that heartbreak again.

It would suck if she were to reject him, but it would completely shatter him if she reciprocated his feelings.

Because if she felt the same, then he was sure it would only be a matter of time until she left him, the same as those before her did. Maybe she’d stay with him for a few years, but eventually, she’ll get bored or fed up enough with him and move on. He’ll be left alone to rot all over again.

And he’s scared.

That’s why he’s created this persona who is seen as Heaven’s charming, lovable, fuck-boy. If people believe that he’s the hottest shit since sliced bread, then that’s what he is…right?

He’s just got too many women after him that he can’t find the time for all of them. At least, that’s the excuse he uses.

In reality, he can’t convince himself to actually go through with the date proposals he makes. He doesn’t want to risk getting close to anyone because he knows they’ll just leave in the end.

But Lute…he hopes she’ll be different.

Lute’s stuck by him, for whatever reason. Which he’s grateful for, don’t get him wrong, but he can’t understand why. So why would he take the risk of confessing his feelings to her and wind up being destroyed in the end no matter what she says? He tells himself he’s better off suffering in silence.

But this feels different. She asked him. Not the other way around.

So he can’t back out.

Things between them will only get worse if he blows her off. He’ll be risking not only what they already have together, but also her trust in him if he did. He doesn’t want to blow her off, he wants to take this risk, really he does. It’s just…

Adam pulls off his mask, setting it on the sink counter, and stares pitifully into his own reflection in the bathroom mirror. His gold amber eyes are tired, with dark eye bags to match. He sees sweat pimples scattered along his hairline, probably from excessively wearing his exorcist mask. His bottom lip juts out as he holds and shifts his jaw between his index finger and thumb, surveying his thin, patchy, sad excuse for a beard.

He looks to the shower, then down to himself. He can’t even see his feet because his gut is in the way. He looks away to look at anything else. He gets that all too familiar pang in his stomach, the one that always appears when he thinks about his appearance. His golden wings tighten around his sides in insecurity.

He misses the way his body used to look back in Eden. But since he isn’t willing to put in the effort to change that, he begrudgingly is fine with it. Until he starts to think about it again and the mental battle repeats.

He stares at his beard once again, ‘I guess I should try to do something with this…’ He picks up his razor and runs it under the faucet. He takes the blade to his jawline, removing the inconsistent patches until he’s left with a mostly intact patch on his chin. ‘At least it looks better than it did, I guess.’

Adam shucks off his clothes and piles them in a corner before getting into the shower. He sets the water temperature to lukewarm and it remains there for the duration of his shower; he’s not a fan of boiling water scalding his skin.

He pours a puddle of his 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash into his hand and slathers it into his hair. As he works the lather in, his mind wanders into anxious thoughts he can’t shake:

‘What if I fuck this up?’

‘What if I’m so out of practice that I disappoint her…’

‘...What if I’m not good enough?’

He feels his heart sink into his stomach, wishing these thoughts of self-doubt would vanish. He spreads the body wash down his face, rubbing it into his beard patch before rinsing it all off. Wiping the water out of his eyes, he pours more liquid into his hand and washes his body as best he can, being sure to give extra attention to his groin. No one likes a smelly dick. Or sweaty balls.

With a heavy sigh, Adam steps out of the shower. He shivers from the change of temperature, over dramatically reflexing and shaking the water out of his wings, scattering droplets across the bathroom. He wraps his large towel around his waist before going back to his room.

‘This will be fine,’ he tells himself. Lute wouldn’t have asked if she didn’t want to do this. She doesn’t do things without thinking them through first. He trusts her judgment. Trusts her more than himself most days.

‘Ughhh…What the fuck do I wear?’ Adam grimaces, looking at the messily thrown clothes around his dresser. ‘Man, it’s a good thing she isn’t coming here…’

He picks up a hoodie, smell-checks it, and decides it’s good enough. ‘Oh shit, should probably check it for stains, right?’ He turns the hoodie a few times but doesn’t see any. He nods approvingly before hunting for some boxers and sweatpants.

After pulling on his clothes, he puts his mask back on and flops onto his bed, thinking he has enough time to dick around on his phone for a bit. You know, to calm the nerves.

He doesn’t.

He sees the time on his phone.

6:57 pm.

“ Shit. ”

———

Lute fiddles with her phone, having not moved from her spot on the couch.

7:07 pm.

She sighs with an aggravated, disappointed groan as she gets up from the couch. Not because he wasn’t here, but because she stupidly believed that he would be. That she even considered that he might.

Just as she was about to step into her bedroom, she pauses as she hears commotion coming from the apartment hallway. It sounds like running. Then it stops.

Lute steps cautiously towards the door, listening. She hears heavy breathing, but it sounds like whoever is doing it is trying their damndest to get it under control. She can hear them make a string of muffled curses.

Should she open the door and make sure they’re alright? Or does she decide it’s not her responsibility to look after some poor idiot in a rush?

Her answer comes in the form of a hesitant knock at her door. She opens it.

His feathers are puffed and messy, his clothes look a bit disheveled, and the expression on his mask shows a mix of fear, embarrassment, and even a hint of sadness.

Lute puts a hand on her hip, “You’re late.”

Adam opens his mouth to spew an apology, only to be cut off by her stepping to the side and motioning him into the room. He slinks in nervously, looking around at the objects in the room. He finds a place to stand that's not in front of anything, playing with his hands as he looks at her, “So uh…You were serious about this, huh?”

“I suppose so,” Lute saunters up to him after shutting the door, swaying her hips to make her nightgown flow nicely. ‘He’s actually here. Might as well take this opportunity while I can. If this goes bad, I’ll just die I guess.’ She lays her hand on his arm, looking at him enticingly, “So, what are you thinking?”

He swallows, eyeing up her dress as she approaches him. He feels his heart jump to his throat and his dick begins to throb, ‘Fuck, she looks good. Tell her she looks good!’

He loosely trails a hand up her gown, and trying to muster his typical demeanor he says, “Damn, babe, you look amazing in this dress. But–” Adam draws a line up her neck with this finger, making her look up at him, “I bet you’ll look even better without it.”

Her cheeks flush a golden hue. With a smirk, she rolls her eyes as she tugs at his arm, indicating to him to follow, “Well, let’s see if you’re right.”

Adam gulps silently, following her to the bedroom, ‘Fuck this is really happening. Oh fuck oh fuck–’ As Lute circles behind him to close the door, his breathing gets shallow as he tries to steady his racing heart.

“Do you want to undress each other or just do it ourselves?” She asks playfully.

Adam’s shoulders tense, ‘Right. Clothes come off for sex.’ He is so paralyzed by his anxious thoughts that he doesn’t notice Lute’s hands at his hips. He blinks down at her, “I-I don’t–”

“It’s alright, let me help you,” she says sweetly, balling the hem of his hoodie in her hands and slowly beginning to lift, “Raise your arms, Sir.”

Adam does as she instructs, “H-hey, Lute?”

She’s lifted herself off the floor with her wings, now being eye level with him as she works his hoodie awkwardly off over his mask. Once it’s off she looks at him in wonder, “What is it, Sir?”

“Could you maybe drop the formal shit?” He looks to the side, his mask showing a blush neither of them was aware it was programmed to do. “It’s kinda weird…You know, in this context,” he voices anxiously.

Lute lowers herself back to the floor, “Of course, my apologies.” She tilts her head slightly as she looks at him. He looks…uneasy. Feeling her eyes on his body, Adam tugs his wings in closer, trying to conceal as much of his stomach as possible.

Lute’s posture softens and she exhales a patient sigh through her nose. She sits on the edge of her bed, and offers him a soft smile as she pats beside her, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

He slowly sits down beside her with his hands clasped in his lap. Staring down at his shaky hands, he replies quietly, “I do though…It’s just–” Adam draws in a breath before looking into her golden eyes for a moment and looking away, “I haven’t done this in a long time. Like, a really long fucking time. And I…I want to do this right. For you. Fuck, I mean– I don’t know.” He can feel his heart pounding, getting more anxious with every wrong word that comes out of his mouth.

“If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t done this either,” she says reassuringly, placing her hand on his. “We can pretend like it’s the first time and you can follow my lead?”

He looks at her stupefied, “If you haven’t done it before, then how will you know what to do?”

“I just know what feels good, and go from there. Actual sex can’t be too much different, right?” Lute grins with a shrug. She hops off the bed to stand in front of him, her hands on his knees, “Are you sure you want this?”

Adam nods slowly with an exhale, “Yeah.” He raises his hand to lightly caress her cheek, “Yeah I– I want to. With you. Just with you.”

“Thank you, Si- –Adam. It’s an honor,” she smiles as she catches herself, her heart fluttering in her chest at calling him by name to his face. She closes her eyes and leans into his touch.

“Okay, let’s see what we’re working with here,” she says in a sultry tone as she slides her hands to the band of his sweatpants. He assists her slightly by shifting to either side allowing her to pull them down and off his ankles. She notices the bulge and growing wet spot on his boxers, “You weren’t kidding, you’re excited down here.”

“Heh, y-yeah,” Adam breathes as she works to pull off the boxers. “I gotta admit, I’ve thought about this before.”

“Yeah? Funny, me too,” she says, licking her lips absently as she stares in awe at his cock as it springs free. It was definitely bigger than she was expecting.

Then again, given that she hasn’t seen (and decidedly now won’t see) anyone else's, his dick is the biggest in Heaven for all she cares to know. A comfortable enough size to wrap her lips around to suck off the weeping tears leaking down his tip. She swipes her tongue along the underside of his shaft and back up to the tip, savoring the salty pre-cum as he lets out a small whimper from above her. “Calm down, I was just cleaning you up,” she suppresses a giggle.

Adam’s mask displays a blushed pout, “You’re a tease.” He reaches for the straps of her gown, sliding them off her shoulders and letting the fabric fall off her. His eyebrows raise as he realizes that was the only thing she was wearing.

Lute rests her hands on his shoulders as he finds her hips. She slides her hands up his neck to the base of his mask, “Do you want to keep this on?”

“Y-yeah,” he nods his head timidly.

She gives him a sad smile, trying to hide her disappointment, “That’s alright.”

For as long as they’ve worked together, Lute still hasn’t seen him without his exorcist mask on.

She crawls over to the center of the bed, coaxing him over as she lays back. She slowly spreads her knees apart with her hands, giving him a full view of her. He swallows hard, his cock twitching as he begins to position himself between her legs, his hands on the sides of her thighs. Lute runs her hand up his arm affectionately, “Nervous?”

“Of fuckin’ ‘course I’m nervous,” he whispers as a chill runs down his spine. “Are you not?”

She smiles up at him, her cheeks flushed, “A little.”

The silence hangs in the air deafeningly. Adam stares down into her eyes warily, “What do you want me to do?”

Lute slides her hands up and down his sides under his wings, squeezing his soft skin in her palms. “Um…I don’t know. You’re the one with experience,” she laughs with a twinge of nervousness.

“Obviously I know what to do, but what do you want me to do?” He says lowly, rubbing circles against her thighs where his thumbs rest, both as a sense of grounding himself in the reality that this really is happening and to see the way even the smallest touch from him has her shivering in anticipation. “I want to make you feel good, so you need to tell me what you want.”

Her eyes go wide as her heart thumps. Her pleasure wasn’t quite what she had expected his priority to be, given how he talks about women on the daily. Her breathing slows as she reaches her hand for his and places it at her hip, “I want to feel you. Inside and out. All of you.”

Adam wets his bottom lip and swallows anxiously. She really does want him. Him. He flinches as her hand slides up his side once more. The way her eyes look at his features adoringly makes his heart twist. ‘I can’t fuck this up. God, not this time.’

Lute gently runs her thumb over the scar covering his rib, her eyes softening. A reminder that he has given a part of himself to someone who wouldn’t do the same for him. Understanding that allowing himself to be this close to someone has only ever hurt him in the past. That being this intimate was a tremendous risk in his eyes.

Yet here he is, taking that risk. With her. Their naked bodies are mere inches from being connected.

“Do you trust me?”

Adam draws in a shaky breath before lowering his head, the crown of his mask meeting her forehead. The lights of his mask have turned off, indicating that he’s relaxed and succumbed to her control, his mind a blank slate. He harshly swallows and whispers, “More than anyone.”

Lute brings her arms around his shoulders, holding him tenderly for a few moments. She places a light kiss to the temple of his mask, before gently pushing his shoulders back, “Are you ready?”

Adam nods, flinching slightly as she slips her hand between their bodies to take his dick in her hand, lightly stroking him as she lines him up at her entrance. He bites his lip as she swipes his tip along her slit coating it with her arousal.

“Be gentle as you go in. And take it slow, there’s no rush,” she says softly, removing her hand as he inserts the tip and begins to roll his hips into her. A sharp gasp emanates from both their mouths as he slides in further than he meant to; things are slippery when wet you know.

Adam freezes, his body tense and afraid that if he moves he’ll hurt her. “You okay?” He asks frantically through a shuttered breath. Her face is scrunched in what he can’t tell is from pain or pleasure. Her nails dig into the flesh of his arms as he holds onto her waist.

“Y-yes. Keep going,” she pleads the demand, rolling her head to the side in ecstasy as her walls tense around his cock as they adjust to its presence.

Adam pushes into her the rest of the way, a whine leaving Lute’s throat as he slowly pulls out until just the tip remains still inside her. “You feel –amazing,” he pants as he glides into her warm cavern again, bit by bit.

“I don’t know how long I can keep up this slow ass pace, this is torture. Sweet, heavenly torture,” he groans as he agonizingly rocks back out and in again, trying to restrain himself and not to lose control and plow her like a madman.

“Just a little more…Ahmm–,” her sentence gets interrupted by a blissful moan as he bottoms out with his cock kissing her cervix, sending a white hot flash of lightning through her body. “Oh! — nevermind. Faster, I want you to hit that spot again.”

Adam sits back righting himself, steadying her hips with his grasp as he pulls back to dive into her. His heavy breathing and her elated moans are making things very hard to concentrate. He leans over her again, panting heavily as he watches her mouth form into an ‘o’ shape with her tongue poking out. He blinks rapidly as sweat from his forehead drips into his eyes, “Fuck, I can’t see.”

His hips roll to a stop as he tries to reach a finger under his mask to wipe at his eyes. Lute raises her hands under his mask, lightly attempting to lift it, “I think you need to take this off, you’ve got to be dying under there.”

Adam hesitates giving a response. He’s already balls deep inside of her, so what’s the harm in taking it off now? He hangs his head defeatedly. “Okay, you win,” he whispers a low chuckle as she pulls off his helmet.

“Better?” She asks, her hands cupping his round cheeks. She rubs her thumb along his cheekbone, taking in the way his golden pupils are blown wide as he stares longingly, even if still wary, into her eyes. His sweat-soaked stray hairs cling to his forehead as he absentmindedly wets his lips, parting them as if to speak.

Before he could find the words he was searching for, Lute lowered her hands to frame his jaw and began to gently pull him down until their lips collided. Adam closes his eyes as he melts into the kiss, running his tongue over her bottom lip before sucking it in between his teeth.

He doesn’t notice how his hips begin to move on their own until he’s swallowing Lute’s moans as she roughly laces her fingers through his hair. Lute breaks off for air, pressing her forehead into his collar with a faint cry of his name, “Adam, I’m–”

“I know,” he growls, forcefully taking her lips and slipping his tongue in her mouth to wrestle hers. “I know you’re close, I can feel it,” he muffles into her mouth before rudely unsheathing himself from her cunt, leaning back on his heels with a smirk.

Lute stares at him in a mix of rage and horror, “What the fuck?!” He knew she was close and he does that? Seriously?

Her anger fades into perplexity as she watches him lower himself to his forearms, slip his hands under her to hold her ass, and look up at her slyly. He plants coy kisses on her inner thighs, the gentle sensation driving her wild.

“I wanna taste you,” he says sensually before placing an open-mouthed kiss over her sopping cunt. “Can I, please?” Adam pleads desperately, ever so slightly grazing his tongue between her folds.

Her body jolts at his touch, sending a chill down her spine. Her legs open wider and she runs her hand through his hair. “That was a very rude way to approach. Maybe I should tell you no,” she says teasingly, scoffing joyfully at the way his eyes plead; like a begging puppy who wants a treat. He whines against her, not breaking eye contact as he nudges her with his lips. She rolls her eyes with a laugh, “You’re lucky you’re cute. Go ahead.”

“Yes!” He chirps triumphantly to himself, excitedly dipping his tongue into her.

Lute gasps intensely, throwing her head back into the pillows in a wave of pleasure. The heat from his mouth mixed with the way his tongue explores every crease of her walls is more exhilarating than anything she has ever felt before. She pulls at his hair, unintentionally but welcomingly forcing him to press harder into her. He complies without complaint, flicking his tongue over her sensitive bud.

“G-good boy,” Lute stutters through labored breaths as she roughly runs her nails along his scalp.

Adam’s eyes light up at the praise. Knowing he was doing well and she was craving him only gave him more courage to continue to savor her sweet taste.

“I could get addicted to that,” Adam licks his lips as he comes up for air. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before realigning his cock with her awaiting entrance, “Now, where were we?”

He doesn’t give her time to respond before he’s thrusting fully into her, watching her glassy eyes roll back in bliss. The moan that erupts from her is music to his ears. Her mouth hangs open with her tongue spilling off the side as he pumps himself in and out of her.

Lute struggles to refocus her eyes onto his, every time he hits that sweet spot her eyes roll and she has to start over. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a breathy kiss.

“Adam! I’m—” Her legs begin to shake, her toes curl as she latches her legs around his waist. Adam keeps his pace but increases his intensity, colliding harder with each thrust.

He squeezes her hips and kisses her neck, “I know, I won’t stop this time.” He feels her walls clench and convulse around his shaft, pulling him in with no chance of escape. He grinds into her, riding through her orgasm as she repeats his name desperately. “F-fuck, Lute I’m gonna come too,” he grunts, trying to pull out of her before he does.

“Come in me,” she whispers softly, pushing her heels into his back and keeping him in place.

“W-what? L-lute if I do that, t-then—” his voice stammers fearfully. The last time he came inside a woman he got stuck with Abel. The last thing Heaven needs is another Abel.

Lute caressing his cheek cuts him off, “You don’t have to worry about that. It’s okay.” The horrified way he’s looking at her tells her he isn’t convinced. “Trust me.”

“O-okay,” Adam swallows dryly as he nods. If there’s one last person he trusts in this afterlife, it’s Lute. If she insists everything will be okay, then it will.

He dips his head to tenderly take her lips in a long passionate kiss, bracing himself above her on his forearms as he continues to rock into her cunt. Finding the perfect rhythm, with her nails digging into the flesh of his back leaving golden crescent shapes, he spills out inside of her.

She runs her fingers through his hair as he collapses on top of her, his head on her chest as it rises and falls with her breathing. She drapes her arm over his shoulder and rubs small circles in the space between his wings.

They lay peacefully in this serene moment until Adam began to stir beneath her, carefully tucking his arms under her to hold her. He nestles his head up under her chin before barely whispering, “Lute?”

“Yes, Adam?”

He draws in a shallow breath and lets it out shakily as he asks, “You won’t leave me too…right?”

Lute inhales sharply in astonishment. She brings her hand up to hold his cheek and makes him look her in the eyes, “Of course I won’t.”

Adam tries to look away as he feels tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes, but Lute does not allow him to, “I have always been with you since first becoming your lieutenant. If anything, this entire interaction has only reinforced my decision.”

“I believe you,” Adam whispers, a soft confident half-smile crawling up his face as his eyes close, laying his forehead against hers.

Lute chuckles, “So, what’s going to happen to this “fuck-boy” personality you put on? You plan to keep that facade up but now you’re blowing off all the other bitches for me?”

Adam blinks at her awestruck, “That’s a fucking great idea. And! And! I can say shit with some truth to it! I’ll just twist it into shit you and I have done.”

“We can build up to exploring those fantasies of yours. One night at a time,” Lute smirks, kissing his excited face.

Adam settles his head on her shoulder, looking up at her adoringly. Lute looks down to him, brushing her hand over his cheek and kisses his forehead, “I love you. And I will always mean it..”

“I love you more.”

———

[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Surprise Chapter 31 Preview

Yeah, I'm at a park right now eating from food trucks and getting ready for a band and fireworks later. Wish me luck...

But, I thought I'd send you a little present if you're not out and about this evening. A little hint of what's to come. I love you! 💕💕💕

When Bucky’s phone rang, it didn’t surprise him. When he saw Kat’s number…

They didn’t have plans tonight. Why the hell was she calling?

“Hello,” Bucky said, pausing the cage match he’d been watching.

“Bucky?” Kat sniffled, tears in her voice.

“Yes?”

“I’m at the hospital,” she said, clearing trying not to sob.

“Have you been hurt?” he asked, pulling the lever to sit up in his recliner. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “It’s my sister, Paulina.”

Ah. “What happened?”

“She’s unconscious,” Kat managed. “I don’t know what happened. But neither of us have insurance…”

Neither of them was legal residents of the US either. Bucky sighed.

“I’ll send someone down there,” he told her, ready to get back to his fight. Before his hand reached the lever on his chair, she started sobbing in earnest.

“Please,” Kat begged him. “Will you come down here?”

Kat wasn’t usually so needy. Usually, she stuck to their agreement. Something must have had her spooked.

“Give me a few minutes,” he said before hanging up.

Shaking his head, he shot a text to his men telling them he needed the car ASAP.

Erik Killmonger was there in less than five minutes. He’d been a soldier for the Barnes family for the last five years. The entire time, he’d handled the tasks that he was given. He never failed, followed orders to a fault, and was always quiet and respectful, Bucky’s two favorite qualities in a soldier.

Killmonger’s ambition had been obvious from the beginning. It was in the confident way he walked, the efficient way he took care of business. It was there when he asked Bucky if he could serve him personally. Since then, he had Killmonger reporting directly to Hansen and he showed the same respect to him.

The two men were comparable in their abilities, evenly matched when it came to killing a man. But where Hansen liked to put on a show and preen around, psychologically breaking down his prey, Killmonger was silently lethal. Bucky had to wonder if half of the men he’d sent him to kill even saw it coming.

Now that Hansen was wherever the fuck Hansen was, Bucky didn’t believe for a fucking minute the bastard was dead, Killmonger was his top lieutenant. Maybe he should have been all along.

He’d put the man in charge of finding Hansen. Killmonger knew him better than he did. Bucky’s only request was that he be brought in alive.

Bucky wanted to kill the fucker himself.

The betrayal signed his death warrant. The fact that Hansen thought he was going to just make off with the woman Bucky coveted, the bright jewel in the crown he'd soon wear... Bucky was just sorry he could only kill him once.

“Where we off to?” Killmonger asked, ready to go.

“The hospital,” Bucky said, following him out to the garage. “Kat’s sister is there. I don’t know what happened yet.”

Killmonger held the door open for Bucky to climb in the back of the huge SUV. Walking around, Killmonger took a seat in the front next to the driver.

Bucky caught Zemo’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “We’re going to the hospital. St. Agnes," he told him.

When they reached the hospital, pulling up to the door at the ER, Zemo again met his gaze in the mirror. “Should you be going in there, boss?” he asked respectfully.

“He can go wherever he wants,” Killmonger said, opening his door. “Nothing’s going to happen to him.”

Damn right. Very soon, Bucky would be the goddamn king of Boston.

[olivianyx]

Hi, so I know this might Sound weird from a reality shifter, but what exactly is respawning?

I saw a succes Story you told about a Coach of yours who respawned, ans it's not the first time I heard about it, but I don't really understand it, can you please explain????

Thanks a lot💕

RESPAWNING

TW: mentions of de@th, suicide, abuse and others. If you're an anti, or feel uncomfortable reading this, please feel free to not read this. If you don't like this topic, respectfully fuck off. Haters just keep scrolling this topic ain't for y'all.

Hey! Sorry for the late response.

It's completely okay to not know something, and I don't mind it sweetheart 💓

So, julie, she was my coach, she respawned in October 2023.

Respawning means to completely cut ties with this reality by either having an intention of not coming back (since in shifting community, most of them come back to their 'original reality' where actually no reality is your original reality) or by a clinical de@th and replace their consciousness with another one, or choosing to end their life in that reality and erase their remnants and memories and go to their desired reality to start a whole new life. The reason why can vary. Cus some people may had an abusive childhood or traumatizing one. It's their choice. So anybody that's judging it too quick just go fuck yourself with sticks. It's okay to go for a whole new reality if you don't like this one. We don't gotta rot in hell.

Well, it's got a really bad reputation in the shifting community since those mf shiftokers spread rumours that it's suicide, well in fact, it's none of the haters business.

RESPAWNING VS PERMASHIFTING

Ig you've heard permashifting too, the same as respawning but you have an option to come back to the previous reality. Meanwhile, in respawning, there isn't. But actually, you can come back to another reality where the version of you haven't reapawned.

SOME RANT (pardon since I'm outta my mind this time)

Well, I needed to address something to those goddamn haters in my asks and those in the community too. People have something to complain about all the fucking time, like bitch how bout minding your fucking business?? Am I or someone else hating on you for breathing and being alive? No right? Then fuck off, nobody needs your fucking opinion. Just fuck off of its hurting your feelings or violating your rights as an individual blah blah blah. Idfc just get your asses off of these precious communities.

I hope this helps :)

[spirit-lanterns]

I actually had an idea for a scenario in the SR!AU.

That being... imagine if the fine lady the HSR girls pick up after their big race (or perhaps, even have the meeting be some time and/or place before the big race) were a mechanic? I could definitely see Seele and Stelle (respectfully) taking advantage of that, since you mentioned in the og post how their cars (especially Stelle's) as being kinda beat up/rough looking, right? I feel like they'd be extra appreciative of their mechanic ladyfriend. Imagine if like (assuming you intend to go for the route of the characters and the reader-insert an item) the reader gives them a special "girlfriend discount" for their services, and when I say discount... I mean literally a discount, like, with money. A working person's gotta make a living too, ya know!

Though, perhaps they could be "persuaded" to shave off a few more digits, things may get a bit... messy though, if you catch my drift 😉

I swear, my anons are more creative than me and they should be the ones writing the fanfics /pos

But in all seriousness, making the reader a Mechanic is one of the smartest ideas I’ve ever heard. Not only does she have a useful role in the Street Racer universe, but she has a good excuse for hanging out with the racers all the time. I imagine their cars get pretty busted up from their intense races, so they need someone reliable (and cute) to fix their prized cars. Someone like you, as you’re the only other person besides them who’s allowed to touch their winning vehicle 💕

Thank you so much for this idea, anon! I’ll definitely be using it! Especially with the idea of them paying for your services by taking you out on dates/fucking you ;)

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

hello!!!! 1 & pandalily pls !!! 💖🤍

yayayayay hello!! ofc 💕

When I started shipping them: imma be honest i don't remember when or how i was introduced to them 😅 like a year ago?

My thoughts: we're gonna be here for a while if i share all of them...i'll share the surface level deets. my lily is, in every universe, a comphet lesbian that has either crashed out and is living her best life, reluctantly surrendering to heteronormativity, or in some uncomfortable liminal space in between. pandora is the driving force in teaching lily how to stand up for herself and be her own person, and lily, in turn, acts as a grounding force. pandora lets lily be her own person and lily introduces a new form of love to pandora and it works!! so fucking well!! I'm slamming down one of my favorite pandalily interactions that i've written as evidence (it's short, it's out of context, we don't have tiiiiime):

“I just want to know who you are,” Pandora said quietly. She didn’t look put off by the outburst. “Outside of your accomplishments.” “I am my accomplishments,” Lily replied bitterly. “I don’t believe that.”

What makes me happy about them: 1) lesbians <3 2) lily getting to be happy and being separated from men's expectations of her and her responsibility to them and 3) pandora getting to love and be loved by someone who's not her brother (respectfully. love u evan) in a way that still allows her to be herself.

What makes me sad about them: i mean, canon is....pretty classically sad for both of them. they're dead. but even as a ship, i am kind of gutted by the idea that lily will never be pandora's twin, and i think that's something they both have to reconcile with because evan knows her so well and she's always had that so i think she gets frustrated when someone isn't as intuitive towards her wants/needs/etc. and i think lily would be weighed down for a long time by the feeling of the relationship not being "complete" because there's no man because she's been taught all her life that she is half of a whole and that empty space can only be filled by a man. that's a lot to overcome!

things done in fanfic that annoy me: i say this about a lot of female characters in fics, but i don't like when they have individual characteristics wiped out to make them more palatable and relatable. let them be kind of shitty, they don't always have to be sassy girlbosses or giggling simpering girly pops or whatever the fuck. i also don't love pandora being depicted as a luna 2.0 - i think she runs darker and a lil more twisted than luna. and lily...kinda back to my original point. she's not just One Thing. you can be more than one thing.

things i look for in fanfic: i'll be honest i don't read a ton of pandalily because i'm picky as hell, but i have read ones that i loooove and it's usually morally grey pandora and lily. i believe in several they were cannibals/serial killers. #girlboss

who i'd be comfortable with them ending up with, if not each other: hm. i'm really only comfy with them ending up with other women...i do like lilycissa, and i'm open to other pandora-based lesbian ships, but off the top of my head i can't think of any. if anything i know you would have some so hmu if you've got any 😘 i'm still sitting on my lily/pandora/narcissa polycule idea too.

My happily ever after for them: 1) fuck nasty. 2) travel the world. 3) fuck nasty (internationally) 4) come home, work incredibly successfully jobs, maybe have a kid, if they're feelin it. otherwise, i could see them owning chickens? for some reason? could be a slay. 5) fuck nasty

who is the big spoon/little spoon?: pandora is big spoon, lily is little spoon!

what is their favorite non-sexual activity?: ooooh okay i think pandora really likes recipe experimentation (<- lame ripoff of canon someone string me up) but i love the idea of lily coming home from work to find pandora surrounded by ingredients and dishes and lily's always down to join and sometimes it turns out really well and sometimes they end up ordering pizza but pandora has a tendency to just throw things in the mix based on vibes and lily makes her slow down and write down the process but really they're both right and they have fun doing it so who cares?

BONUS because fun fact i have a multi-chap pandalily fic in process that i! forgot! about!

“Yeah, yeah,” Lily muttered into her glass as she lifted it to her lips. She set it down and said casually, “You can fuck me about it later.” Pandora’s hand froze where it was halfway to her mouth. Her gaze slid up to meet Lily’s. “Is that right?” Lily’s tongue darted out to swipe along her bottom lip, watching as Pandora’s eyes tracked the motion. “We could always have a thoughtful conversation about our feelings instead,” she said dryly, reaching for her own food.  Pandora’s nose wrinkled, and she took a vicious bite of bread and cheese before mumbling through her mouthful, “I’d rather make you scream.”

[pseudowho]

HIIIIIIIIIIII Haitch 🙂‍↕️

I’ve come to spam your inbox with my Sunday Love Letters & it’s about fucking time I stop pining from afar.

How is your novel going? Besides ruminating on the fact that you’re 5’11, this is the second Haitch Fact™️ that has me WRECKED. Like I need to know more. Where do you write? Home? Coffee shops? Do you have a schedule?

In my head you’re so sophisticated with this shit. Like I just know the you drink from a Tiffany’s Tea set or something with the classical music in the background at some fancy library that’s 500 stories high.

Mmk. love you. In the way that you have to kinda tilt your head to the side, and squint your eyes because…was she being platonic? (Spoiler: no).

💕Mr. Haitch if you see this respectfully no you didn’t💕

besos 💋

b.

Welcome to my Inbox 📥 No escape now, YOU FOOL! But Happy Sunday 💕😌☕

You'll be pleased to know that my height remains unchanged, but for my brother's wedding yesterday, I was a rather sultry 6ft2in in heels...until I kicked them off to walk barefoot, as nature intended.

r.e. the novel, it is going very well. I've been ill this week so haven't written much, but usually I write every evening once my diabolical children are asleep. In my soul, I am on a wonderful book/coffee shop, with my gold glasses chain, pencil skirt and turtleneck on, looking curvy and smart and sophisticated. And being glanced at by admiring strangers, etc etc.

These days however, I usually do it bra-less, in an oversized t-shirt and thong, swearing into my Shiraz and throwing debauchery at my long suffering husband. He listens to my rants and gives wonderful input and other stuff that's not appropriate to talk about here

When I write the novel...it's at a little old laptop in the evenings. Or on my phone while I put children to bed, or cook dinner. It's currently about a quarter complete, in two months. I think it's going well. It's plotted out and I'm in love with the characters.

And sadly...the plot and name is a total secret 🤫🙊 I shall not share my pen-name, nor the name of the novel on here, even if I get published (which I probably won't).

However...I largely dislike classical music. I have lovely tea sets...which are currently locked away from wayward tiny hands. My sophistication is on hold, soon to return, when my baby stops trying to eat my face and pull my glasses off.

Remember, at my core, I'm an angry anarcho-socialist who will quickly replace her heels for her DMs (or, my high-heeled DMs these days) when a door needs kicking through.

I'm also an insatiable flirt though, and I could and would do the Booktok door lean over you if only to see you melt just one chance Bunny I swear to god I would effuse about you if only I weren't too British to effuse but in reality I think about you a lot and question my heterosexuality and

Y'know, in case we ever meet 😏

Yours, disrespectfully,

-- Haitch xxx

[allylovesyaxx]

FUCK OFF, respectfully 💕

[spookyserenades]

OH DANA, you never fail to feed us so well ive gobbled everything up!!!! Namjoon moments, new domestic Jimin activities, OUR HOBI TRYING TO TALK US DOWN FROM THE LEDGE. like nice try babes but I wouldn't want to just take what that ghost said to me either, boutta throw hands with the entities. Sure they can call me a wh*re but mama didn't raise a COWARD. I'd also want to exorsice them out of pure spite (and for the safety of the family I guess) 😤 (also another hobi scenting scene? Yeah. Hot)

The second investigation was so cool and terrifying to read as well. My jaw dropped when I read the line saying we didn't notice our incense stick running out and the shadows around our ghost buster team. I was thoroughly spooked. However that got us JUNGKOOK TAT & PIERCING REVEAL! JUNGKOOK TAT & PIERCING REVEAL! I love bonding with our boys and looking respectfully.

HYBRID RIGHTS! HYBRID RIGHTS!!! WOOOOOO 🎉🎉🎉 loved the return of y/n's parents im forever in awe of the way you write the supporting characters as well. I really care for everyone in the trouville verse immensely. I like the intro of more opportunities for our boys as well with advancing hybrid rights! Really interested to see where this will go. (Considering our growing codependency to our hybrids im looking forward to different yearning opportunities lol)

Regarding the ending...

WE FUMBLED THE BAG SO HARD 😫 WHY AM I ACTUALLY UPSET ABOUT THIS WEEKS ENDING? I'm y/n fr fr my heart took a deep plunge into icy cold waters of REJECTION. Bestie really said you snooze you lose and WE LOST SO BAD. HOW WILL WE RECOVER???? 😫😭

( also I went back to read some asks on the blog and turns out there has been a new 🍒anon while I was gone, so I will now be signing off as 🧡anon! To avoid confusion for me lol)

-🧡

EEEE STOPPP THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺 Honestly you guys feed me just as well when we chat about the story together, too 💕💕

You're so so soooo right about wanting to throw hands with the ghosts. Like first you corner me in a bedroom, call me a whore, then you have the balls to hurt one of the hybrids I love??? BYE! I'd be up in that house with holy oil, spell candles, and a goddamn sword on fire if I were Y/N!!!

Defff was time for another scenting, especially one from a hybrid she's not already romantically involved with! I like that it was a more tender, romantic moment between her and Hoseok, which things between the two of them have been pretty bestie/platonic aside from a few instances here and there. V HOT!

OOO I know like that was the first UH OH moment, when she forgot to light another stick of incense! She must have been so distracted by trying to protect Jeongguk and Namjoon from the shadows that she didn't notice it went out. But YEEEEEEEE GOTH JEONGGUK TATS! AND PIERCINGS!!! MY OBSESSION!!!! She also was NAWT looking respectfully 💀

WOOOOOOO HYBRID RIGHTS FUCKING FINALLY!!!!!!! AND stop 😭😭😭😭 I'm so happy you like the supporting characters, and not just the mains, it's important for Y/N to have others to lean on, not just her hybrids. I also love her mother's Jamie Lee Curtis vibes 🥰 I def think that a handful of the hybrids will either seek some kind of employment or maybe check out a uni class, Jimin and Hoseok in particular. I mean seriously, Jimin can't hang out with horses FOREVER 💀

fjkdaslfhasf IM KNOWN FOR THE MADDENING ENDINGS IM SORRYYY 💀 No seriously though that betrayal is gonna be brutal for her. I imagine Taehyung still feels a little betrayed that she hid her relationship with Yoongi from her, but like what was she supposed to do--- sit him down and go heyyyy I love Yoongi is that alright with you? Like imagine that conversation 💀 We WILL recover though I swear!!! Need some angst and obstacles to make everything more satisfying in the end 😉

OOP I'm sorry about the anon mixup lovebug!!! I love the orange heart too, though, so welcome back to our corner of Tumblr and sending you love 💜

[eideticspider]

it’s 2023 and we’re still sending anon hate? if you believe in sending hate, respectfully fuck off and go touch some grass.

and while you’re at it: go ahead and block me ✨💕