#shes the sweetest woman and hes an asshole

[lokilaufeysonslove]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

// Summary // your husband walked away from you and your shared kid, but there’s always someone who will love the both of you more than he did.

// Warnings // divorce, mentions of ex husband, reader being a single mom.

// Author’s Note// I was scrolling on tiktok and I stumbled upon a wholesome imagine scenario, which inspired me to write this. I really like this one, so I hope you like it too! / divider by the amazing @saradika-graphics / gif by @elizabethlailolsenfan

You would never forget that day, the day when your heart shattered into million, no, trillion pieces. Walking in on your husband of five years, who you share a sweetest kid with, fucking another woman is not very pleasant sight to see. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, but no sound came out of you. Oh what a horrible day it was.

The next day you filed for divorce. What hurt you even more was that he didn’t even protest, he didn’t even apologize. It was not a mistake, he knew exactly what was he doing. Even though you were hurt, you still didn’t care about yourself, all you were thinking was how would your daughter take it. You didn’t want her to feel abandoned, to feel rejected. Yes, she was only three, but still; she loved her daddy and you didn’t want her to feel this kind of pain at such a young age. Then there was trial to worry about. What if they decided he was going to keep her? It scared the shit out of you, but fortunately, when the day came, they left your daughter under your care. Again, he didn’t even protest. What did that whore do to change him like that? That clearly wasn’t the man you fell in love with all those years ago. He was so happy on the day you agreed on date; on the day you agreed to be his wife; on the day he found out you were pregnant; on the day your sweet Lily was born. So what really happened to him?! You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to know, so you decided to move on.

You needed a change, so you moved into a new apartment, with new environment, new neighbors, new people around. Your daughter often asked for her father, but you somehow managed to explain to her that daddy would never be back, in a way that wouldn’t make her feel bad and cry.

Seeing as most women change their appearance after a tough break up, you did the same. You dyed your hair and cut it short, changed your style and started a job, started doing meditation and whatnot.

A year passed and looking in the mirror, you couldn’t recognize yourself, but in a good way. Instead of being a young, heartbroken girl you were strong, elegant, classy young woman and a great mother to say the least. Of course, seeing that asshole being all lovey-dovey with his new girlfriend, seeing his happy smile on the pictures he would post on the social media hurt like bitch, but you knew how to shrug it off. You wouldn’t want to focus on negative memories from your past, since you changed your life, but you didn’t know how much would your life really change for the best after you’d meet her..

Being a single mom meant raising your daughter all on your own. You were used to all the chaos your lifestyle caused, but sometimes, the weight of it all could become too much. That morning was ‘somtimes’. It was a fizzy morning, grey clouds putting everyone in a grumpy mood. Weather always affected you, and today was no exception.

Being a single mom meant raising your daughter all on your own. You were used to all the chaos your lifestyle caused, but sometimes, the weight of it all could become too much. That morning was definitely ‘sometimes’. It was a fizzy morning, grey clouds putting everyone in a grumpy mood. Weather always affected you, and today was no exception.

When you opened your eyes, the sharp blare of your alarm was already ringing in your ears. Groaning, you reached for your phone on the nightstand to turn it off, but as soon as you saw the time, your heart dropped. 8:30 a.m. Shit. You bolted upright, the haze of sleep instantly replaced by pure panic. You were already late. Throwing off the covers, you hurried through your morning routine, skipping your usual shower and opting instead for a quick splash of cold water on your face to wake yourself up. You brushed your teeth, tied your hair back into a sleek ponytail, and grabbed the first set of clothes that came to mind—a pair of tailored gray dress pants, a white button-up shirt, and the matching gray vest and jacket. You slipped into your black heels, the sound of them clicking against the hardwood floor as you glanced toward Lilly. She was still curled up in bed, her small face peaceful and innocent. You sighed, both relieved and guilty that your panic hadn’t woken her.

“Lilly, sweetheart, time to wake up,” you said softly, sitting beside her and running a hand through her soft curls. She mumbled something incoherent, her tiny body stretching lazily before her eyes fluttered open. “Come on, we’re going to be late for school,” you urged. Lilly yawned and nodded, still groggy, but she trusted you to guide her through the morning chaos. You quickly got her dressed in her favorite pink sweater and leggings, packed her lunch, and as you were about to leave, Lily suddenly remembered she forgot her favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Cuddles. You groaned internally, knowing you were already running late. But seeing the disappointment on Lily's face, you couldn't say no. So, with Mr. Cuddles in hand, you finally left for kindergarten. The whole way there, your mind raced—emails, deadlines, meetings. You felt like you were barely holding it together.

After dropping Lilly off, you rushed toward your office, your heels clicking faster against the pavement. Rounding a corner, you collided with someone hard enough to knock the papers out of their hands. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” you blurted, crouching to help pick up the mess. When you looked up, the words caught in your throat. There she was. Wanda Maximoff. Her striking green eyes and auburn hair made her unforgettable, and that soft, calm smile she gave you? It felt like it could quiet the storm inside your chest. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice even and reassuring, as if she could sense your panic. You apologized again, feeling flustered, and she offered to help you carry your bag to the nearby café you mentioned. That was the start.

A year passed. Slowly, the chaos of your once-turbulent life began to settle, replaced by a steady rhythm that felt almost foreign in its peace. At the heart of it all was Wanda. She had become a constant presence, a calming anchor amidst the whirlwind of parenting and work. It started small—those coffee chats after chance meetings, the easy laughter shared during Lilly’s playdates at the park. But as time passed, those simple moments grew into something much deeper. She wasn’t just a friend; she was someone you could lean on, someone who saw you in a way no one else had. She brought out a version of yourself you hadn’t seen in years: lighter, freer, and undeniably happier.

There was something about Wanda that was unlike anyone else, something that made her irreplaceable. She made you feel safe, like you didn’t have to keep carrying the weight of the world alone. You found yourself looking forward to her texts, her calls, her visits. But soon, the excitement morphed into something more profound. Her sweet smile started to linger in your mind long after she left. Her laughter, that warm, melodic sound, would echo in your ears, making your heart flutter. The smallest things about her—like the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was thinking or how her fingers would brush yours as she handed you a cup of coffee—started to consume your thoughts. It was terrifying, and yet, it was thrilling. You hadn’t imagined you could feel this way about anyone again, let alone a woman.

The realization hit you one quiet evening as you sat side by side on the couch, her hand accidentally brushing against yours as you both reached for the same piece of popcorn. That brief touch sent shivers down your spine, and you knew then what you had been denying for months: you were falling for her. Hard. But that love came with its share of doubts and fears. Could this really be happening? What would people say? Would Lilly understand? Would Wanda even feel the same? Those questions haunted you, but every time Wanda smiled at you, every time her hand lingered just a second too long on yours, you knew you couldn’t let fear win.

The night you finally asked her out was both the scariest and most exhilarating moment of your life. Your palms were sweaty as you stood outside her door, rehearsing what you were going to say. When she opened it, wearing her usual mix of confidence and kindness, you almost lost your nerve. But then she tilted her head, giving you that curious little smile that always undid you, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out. “Wanda, would you like to go out with me? On… a date?” For a moment, her eyes widened in surprise, and you feared you had ruined everything. But then her lips curled into the softest, sweetest smile, and she whispered, “I thought you’d never ask.”

That was the beginning of something extraordinary. Date after date, you fell deeper and deeper in love with her. She wasn’t just someone you loved; she was someone you admired, someone you respected, someone you trusted with every fragile part of your heart. A year passed in a blur of laughter, stolen kisses, and quiet moments that felt like forever. And then came the night that changed everything…

The stars were out, scattered across the velvet-black sky like tiny diamonds, and the air carried the soft hum of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves. You and Wanda had decided to take a walk after dinner, a peaceful way to end the day. You were strolling side by side, enjoying the warmth of her presence and the soothing rhythm of her voice as she talked about a book she’d been reading. But as you kept walking, something felt… different. You realized she had fallen behind, and when you turned around to call for her, the sight before you made your breath catch.

There she was, kneeling on the grass, the moonlight casting a soft glow around her like some ethereal being. In her hands was a small velvet box, open to reveal the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen. Her eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of love, vulnerability, and quiet determination. “Y/n,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “from the moment you crashed into me that morning, you turned my life upside down—in the best way possible. Every day with you and Lilly has been a gift, and I can’t imagine my life without the two of you. I love you, Y/n. I love you in ways I never thought I could love anyone. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you. So, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth. Words failed you, your voice caught in your throat, so you nodded instead, frantically, as if afraid she might take it all back. Wanda’s smile lit up her entire face as she stood, sliding the ring onto your trembling finger. Without thinking, you cupped her face with both hands, pulling her into a kiss that was filled with every ounce of love and gratitude you couldn’t put into words. She kissed you back with equal fervor, her arms wrapping tightly around your waist, grounding you in the moment.

As you pulled back, your foreheads touching, you whispered, “Yes, a million times yes.” She laughed, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and you knew in that moment that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you had found something worth fighting for…A wonderful memory

Everything was going well, but there was one problem; you had to explain all of this to Lily. Although your daughter knew Wanda, she didn’t know what relationship it was, didn’t know that Wanda was your fiancée. You thought she might not understand at her age, but she had to know.

You scooped her into your arms after breakfast, her giggles warming your heart as you carried her to the couch. “Lilly, sweetheart,” you began softly, brushing a stray curl from her face. “You know Wanda, right?”

"Yes! She is the second prettiest lady in the world because number one is you!"

“Well,” you continued, “I love Wanda. I love her the same way I used to love Daddy. And she loves me too. She’s going to marry me, which means she’ll be part of our family forever.”

Lily blinked, giving you a semi-confused stare, "But.. but Wanda is a lady!"

Your heart clenched. This is what you were afraid of, that she wouldn’t understand, but you stayed calm, gently taking her small hands in yours. “Yes, sweetheart, she is. And that’s okay. Love doesn’t have to be between a man and a woman. What matters is how much we care about each other and how happy we make each other. And Wanda makes me very happy. She loves you too, so much.”

A few seconds later, your daughter mouthed a big “O” as if something big just dawned on her, but stayed quiet nonetheless. You smiled a little and ran your hand through her hair, “There’s nothing wrong with two women loving each other, you know?”

“Ohhh, so now I have two mummies!" She squealed, clapping her tiny hands together and a toothy smile appeared.

Your face brightened at her unexpected words, “Yes honey, you now have two mummies!”

Coincidentally, the front door swung open and Wanda walked in, returning home from work. She flashed you a wink as she entered. "I'm back, sweetheart."

Lily scrambled off your lap and dashed to her, hugging her right leg. Wanda's eyebrows rose. "What's this for, cutie?"

"You're my second mummy! I love you even more now because I know you're my mummy too."

Wanda’s lips slowly parted in shock. She looked up at you, then down at your daughter, then up at you again, and so on. The joy radiating from her face made you light up as well. “Y/n, did you hear that?" She asked, barely above a whisper.

"Loud and clear." You said, smiling. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you didn’t bother wiping them away. You walked to your sweet daughter and your soon-to-be wife and hugged them both tightly.

You successfully found yourself a new family and you were the happiest woman alive.

[frudoo]

Just an itty bitty teeny tiny thought about biker 141 finding themselves the sweetest little pretty thing.... Most people are terrified of them for good reason, Price as the club president, Ghost as his VP, Gaz and Soap are two of their top guys. It's a sight to see them on or off their motorcycles but then there's you. The sweet little thing who runs across the boys somehow and instead of showing an ounce of fear, you give them a brilliant smile and talk sweetly to them. The boys decide then that you'll be their shared old lady.

Idk something about Biker!141 traveling through the states and meeting a pretty lil southern waitress with a heart of gold <3

Warnings: Reader's coworkers + most townfolk are prejudiced assholes. Mentions of food, and getting way too friendly with strangers (this is fiction, stay safe irl please)

The diner falls silent the second everyone hears the roar of the motorcycles’ engines coming to a halt in the front parking lot. The cooks start cussing, the parents start pulling their children closer, the busboys go to hide in the back. But you, a sweet, naive waitress on your first week, are completely unbothered. You greet the four huge, rugged men clad in leather jackets and dirt-covered jeans as they walk through the door, telling them to sit wherever they’d like.

     Your boss, wide-eyed and baffled, grabs the back of your apron and drags you into the kitchen. You brush her off with an exasperated huff, eyebrows furrowed at the middle-aged woman.

     “Steer clear of those men. I’m gonna tell ‘em to beat it,” she tells you matter-of-factly, wrinkled arms crossed over her chest.

     “Don’t be ridiculous,” you roll your eyes, retying your apron and shoving past her, out of the kitchen.

     You’re surprised to see that most of the patrons have left the diner, wads of cash left on their half-empty tables to cover their bills. All of this just because of some men that look a little different than them? It doesn’t sit right with you. You pull out your little notepad as you approach the table they chose, putting on your kindest smile. They all smile back—even the one with the weird mask has crinkles around his eyes, giving him away.

     “I’m so sorry about that wait. What can I start y’all off with to drink?” 

     “Waters all around, sweetheart,” the one with the mutton chops hums, closing his menu. 

     “Alright… and have y'all decided on food?” You begin scribbling on your little tablet of paper, nodding between each of their orders.

     The meatloaf special for mutton chops, extra potatoes, no green beans. A cheeseburger for the one with the mohawk, onion rings instead of fries. Fried catfish for the last two, with fries (because they have taste, according to the pretty one with the scar on his cheek).

     “I’ll have that right out for y’all,” you smile, giving them all a little wink before returning to the kitchen and putting their ticket on the line. 

     The cooks all give you glares, and your boss even gives you the cold shoulder, but you pay it no mind as you fill up four glasses with water and arrange them on a tray. As you balance the platter on your fingertips and make your way back to your table, one of the busboys sticks his foot out and trips you, sending both you and the waters sliding across the floor. You’re absolutely humiliated, pushing yourself up on your sore knees and dusting off your uniform as tears stream down your face.

     The one with the mask hurries over, offering his hand to help you back onto your feet. Your bottom lip trembles as you look up at him, a pitiful little whimper escaping your throat.

     “I-I’m so sorry about that, I’ll go get you new ones right now,” you sniffle, expecting him to chew you out.

     Instead, he cups your round cheeks in his gloved palms and thumbs away your tears, shushing you softly. Despite not even knowing him, you allow yourself to melt into his touch.

     “No apologizin’, lovie,” he grunts, “No’ your fault. Tha’ fucker always givin’ you trouble?” 

     “Hm? Oh, n-no, not usually,” you explain, carefully pulling away to clean up the mess on the floor. “Thank you- um…”

     “Simon,” he introduces himself, giving you a nod before going to sit back down with his mates.

     You mutter his name under your breath to remember it as you drop the broken glass in the garbage, drying off the tray and placing four new fresh glasses of water onto it. This time, the journey to the table is successful, and you hand each man their drink with a polite smile, still slightly embarrassed. They all make it a point to thank you with more enthusiasm than is needed, and the ones you don’t know introduce themselves as John, Kyle, and Johnny. 

     When the bell dings, signaling that their food is ready, you suck in a deep breath and place their dishes onto your tray, praying that this one won’t get dropped. Thankfully, you make it back with fully-intact plates, thanking the heavens that the cooks had sense enough not to burn the guys’ meals. You’re about to turn and allow them to enjoy their food, but John spreads his legs and taps one wide thigh, signaling for you to take a seat. You’re not entirely sure why you do it, but you comply, and he wraps an arm around your waist as he eats and converses with the group. 

     They’re all good company, constantly telling jokes that get you giggling, or pushing flirty little remarks your way. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention, but eventually your boss comes over to snatch you off of John’s lap. You can practically see the steam coming out of her ears as she drags you into the kitchen once again, face red and eyes wild with rage.

     “You’re fired,” she grits her teeth, forcefully undoing your apron and pulling it off of your body.

     “Go to hell,” you retort. "You'll fit right in."

     You don’t let her see, but your eyes are blurry with tears as you grab your purse from your locker and shove your way out the front door. You’d forgotten how chilly it was outside and now you’re shivering as you pull out your phone to order an Uber. When you hear the little bell on the door jingle, you flinch, half-expecting it to be your old boss coming out to hit you with a broom. Instead, a warm leather jacket is placed over your shoulders and a strong arm pulls you against a firm body.

     “Jus’ me, dove,” Kyle grins, rubbing your arm with his hand in an attempt to warm you up quicker. “The lads’re takin’ care o’the bill. Be out any second.”

     You nod and rest your head on his shoulder, protesting only half-heartedly when he takes your phone from your hands and cancels your Uber. 

     After a few moments, the other three men pile out of the diner, adjusting their gloves and wiping sweat off their brow. John sniffs and smiles at you warmly, pointing towards where their bikes are parked. Kyle helps you put his jacket on properly as he walks you over, and all four of them line up next to their respective rides. You shyly sway in place as they look at you expectantly.

     “Well, hen? Take yer pick.”

[biancadoes1]

You know why I know for certain L is not with A.  I believe in woman and what they say about him.  Nicola herself has talked about what an amazing guy he is.  How he made her feel safe.  How he has no ego.  Claudia and Jess Madsen have said he is the sweetest man and always checking in on them.  The “older” group of woman…Golda, Ruth and Adjoa have said the same thing.  Adjoa even placed her hand on her heart when talking about him.  We’ve seen how he was in previous relationships.  Yes only snippets, but from what we’ve seen he is a good boyfriend.  So why do people believe the narrative of gossip magazines and paparazzi have curated?   Or certain “other people” like to Imply about him.  Why do people believe anyone besides the people, especially the woman,  who know him?  I think we can all say that if A is his girlfriend he is asshole for letting fans go after her and to not even remotely stick up for her.  And he doesn’t not to be an asshole, but because the narrative she wants to present isn’t true, so he isn’t involving himself with it.  If the narrative he was with her was true, based on his character he would speak up.  Maybe subtly, but he would.  

When you look at it from the perspective of them dating, it's the complete opposite of anyone who's ever sung his praises.

This behavior, if they were truly a thing, would make him a giant asshole. Everything we have heard would be contradict what we have seen in regard to Antonia.

I don't believe for a second that his entire cast is going to say the things they do about him if he was truly the man people claim him to be when it comes to dating Antonia.

People claiming certain narratives about them really show how they think about Luke and how they think about Antonia and it screams hurt bitch.

[woniverse-writes]

"Moth to a Flame (part 5)"

Bada Lee x Reader

part 4 ⟵ part 5 ⟶ part 6

series masterlist

summary: y/n l/n is the youngest team member of Jam Republic, competing in the second season of Street Woman Fighter. she’s got the sweetest smile and the most vibrant personality, but she also may or may not be the biggest hothead on the show when it comes to defending her teammates. apparently that’s attractive to Bada Lee.

word count: 6k

warnings: swearing, angst, y/n is a little psycho asshole in this chapter, but like- bada.... eeh scary, a lot of plot changes cuz I like playing the victim lol, not proofread, ending was kind of rushed, nothing i write is a reflection of anyone's true character and is a work of total fiction

Shortly after Rie Hata’s message finished playing on the monitors all teams wrapped up their fun and began heading back to the studio to begin preparing for the mega crew mission. They all dry their hair and get changed, reapplying their makeup to prepare for filming again, when the host appears with another message. He congratulates the remaining teams for surviving, and at the mention of Tsubakill’s elimination y/n and the rest of Jam Republic immediately frown. 

Daniel continues to explain the mission and informs them that there will be three different concepts that they have to use, but the way they will be decided is by group discussion. On top of that team Bebe has the benefit of going straight for whatever concept they want without discussion. The three creative prompts consisted of ‘outdoor’, ‘structure’, and ‘all gender’. 

��Ooh we could definitely do something sick with structures” Audrey perked up and her partner-in-crime nodded in agreement before speaking

“Yeah but honestly I think we could do well with any of these…” y/n countered smirking cockily prompting Emma to hum and hold out her hand for a high five.

“I personally feel like we should go for outdoors. I already have so many ideas for what we could do and I know some of you do too…” the leader chimed in, eyeing Ling and Y/n at the mention of other members having ideas. They decide to have their three creative directors be Kirsten, Ling, and Y/n and the three begin coming up with their own separate ideas, with the help of another member. 

When the crew came back together after a few moments of planning and creative briefing, they all shared their ideas. Kirsten came up with the idea of showcasing the beauty of New Zealand since it was most of their crew’s homeland- she wanted to shoot on the beach and have the rocks behind them. Ling’s idea was to take more of an approach that would appeal to their Korean audience, by incorporating more K-pop dance styles and music and shooting in the heart of the city with all the lights in the back. Everyone really liked both ideas, but y/n’s quickly became their favorite when she explained it.

“Okay so this might be too much, and could easily get muddled- but what if we did a sports theme? Like- we each represent a different sport or activity while also representing our culture or background… each of us could get a highlight and we’d all have our “teams” that would dance in our own styles- then we’d all come together in the end as a sort of pep-rally type thing…” y/n finished off the basic ideas of her take, and everyone immediately either nodded or clapped, thoroughly impressed with how quickly she had come up with such an elaborate idea.

“And this is exactly why you’re here girlfriend- forever a genius…” the leader nodded and smiled at her youngest, clapping her hands slowly and appreciatively. It was an idea that could work with all three concepts so the team decided to mark y/n’s as the top choice as of right now.

When all the teams gathered to pick their concept Jam Republic and Bebe were the only groups that chose something other than ‘structure’, Jam Republic sticking to their outdoor idea and Bebe going with the all gender category. After the pink team explained why they picked what they did, it caused Deep n Dap to change their pick to outdoor as well, saying it was because they felt their crew could easily rival Jam Republic, which caused Kirsten to maturely and professionally nod, while y/n covered her mouth and snickered.

After Jam Republic has guaranteed themselves a spot in the outdoor concept, they head back to their team hideout and begin to plan out their ideas in full. Y/n already begins to map out choreography for her and Ling’s sections, while Emma does the same for herself and Audrey, leaving Kirsten and Latrice to pair up. The girls decided to head back to New Zealand and take advantage of the scenery as part of the expression of their members’ culture. It was a nice blend of y/n and Kirsten’s concepts. 

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Y/n and Bada hadn’t really talked much since they began preparing for the Mega Crew mission, both focusing on their team’s success. Although they still texted daily, sometimes it was only a quick good morning or goodnight, while other times they had fuller conversations.

‘Have a safe flight, text me when you land plz!’ y/n read the message right before she got on the plane. She felt her heart swell at the little gesture of care, hearting the message and replying with a selfie of her in the airport paired with the words ‘thank you lovey, I will <3’.

Jam Republic boarded their plane and took off from South Korea to New Zealand, with many plans already going wrong as soon as the plane was in the air. You see, they had just been informed of how bad the weather was in the area, then about how many of the dancers they called for wouldn’t be able to make it. Each member was responsible for contacting and securing 10 members to come dance with them, explaining how the show would be paying for their trip and all the dancers had to do was show up and give it their best. It started off really well, with each of them actually coming back with more than 10 dancers. Then the weather hit. Flights were canceled or delayed to the point where people wouldn’t make it in enough time to learn the dance. On top of that, their idea to shoot at the beach was totally scrapped due to the intense winds. With the major setbacks of losing over half their dancers and not being able to use their original scene, the girls had to redo choreography and practically start the whole project over.

“This can’t be happening…” y/n was the first to start spiraling, ever the drama queen- but this time it was very justified. All six members of the crew stood in a circle in the middle of the studio floor, eyes flitting back and forth between each other and their leader, who was staring at the floor deep in thought. Kirsten let out a huge sigh and crossed her arms tensely.

“I’m sorry girls… but I really don’t know what we’re gonna do…” the leader ran her hands down her face and let out another deep breath, turning away for a moment with her hands on her hips. At that moment, the youngest realized how serious the situation really was, seeing as her leader wasn’t presenting her usual calm self. Typically when there was an issue, Kirsten was calm, cool, and collected- even if it seemed unsolvable… she always had an answer no matter what.

y/n being the perfectionist she is, began racking her brain for any possible solutions, already feeling her lungs begin to collapse at the possibility of complete failure. On top of being a perfectionist, the young girl also had a pretty bad case of savior complex, feeling like she had to fix everyone’s problems, especially when there was no one else who could- even if she knew that she herself probably wouldn’t be able to fix it either (at least not without bending over backward and bleeding herself dry). 

“No… no we can easily fix this-” all eyes went to the youngest member who ran off to grab all their notebooks and bring them back over to where the crew still stood. She spread them out, riffling through the pages until she found ideas they could use. 

“We can still use the stadium… it won’t be as grand of a scale as we wanted, but that can still work. And- and we can make it related to New Zealand instead of all of our different backgrounds, so it’s easier to put together and less choreography to make up… we can fix this!” y/n was frantically and hopefully (delusionally) explaining her ideas, trying as hard as she could to bring the team’s morale back up. They sat down in their circle and began connecting the ideas, just hoping for the best at this point

Even though the Jam Republic girls were frustrated, they only let it fuel their will to work even harder. It crushed y/n a little to have to scrap her idea, knowing it would’ve brought them an easy win, but she was determined to make their new routine strong. The team had ultimately decided to keep the athletic theme but changed it quite a bit to highlight rugby which was a big part of New Zealand culture. The girls planned on dancing in the bleachers and on the field to portray a Friday night lights feel, or a game- since it technically was still a competition between them and deep n dap.

A few days go by and it isn’t getting any easier for Jam Republic. As much as they try to stay positive, the insane lack of dancers makes it hard to achieve the impact they’re going for. Y/n kept saying how they needed to keep trying to find more dancers, but Kirsten just wanted to focus on perfecting the routine with what they had. The young girl also kept mentioning little ideas and elements to add in order to amplify the concept they were going for, but again the leader was more focused on solidifying the present piece. Y/n ended up getting so frustrated that she would just randomly start tearing up and crying during their breaks, not allowing herself to stop for more than 30 seconds, grabbing a quick sip of water, and then immediately going back to practicing. She thought that maybe if she gave it her all, she wouldn’t be as disappointed in herself when she wasn’t satisfied with the outcome. 

Of course, all of the girls were on edge but they at least were able to put it aside at some moments, still being able to enjoy parts of the process. y/n tried her best not to let her teammates see how anxious and worked up she was, but the girl was so overwhelmed with fear of failure that it would be impossible for anyone not to see it. Which is why it made everything so much worse for her when she continued to go through the rest of the preparation without a single person asking what was wrong. Y/n understood- really, she did. Everyone needed to focus on the end goal, and that meant there wasn’t time to deal with her feelings.

Bada was beginning to worry, seeing as the last response she had gotten from y/n was days ago. The girl had landed her flight and texted the Bebe leader immediately, letting her know she was safe, but also explaining the problems that had already arisen. They talked briefly about how the pink team was likely going to have to restart everything if the weather didn’t ease up. Then a couple of days later, they talked on the phone about the complete concept change and reboot of their whole routine. Y/n tried to keep her stress to a minimum, not wanting to be a burden to the other girl who was also beginning to get stressed. 

It had been many days since then, and she’d texted the younger girl three separate times as well as tried calling her twice. Bada finally got a response the day before Jam Republic would be flying back to Korea for the midterm mission check, where they as well as the other teams would be reviewing each other’s practice videos of the choreography. It had been a somewhat longer text message reading ‘hi. I’m really sorry for not responding at all for the last few days. I know you’re probably just as stressed as i am, so I’m sorry for not being able to be there. Things haven’t been going good over here and I’m honestly really scared to present what we have… but I’m sure everything will be fine haha. How have you been?’

Bada felt her heart clench at the girl’s words, understanding why she wasn’t responding but still feeling a bit upset nonetheless. It hurt her to see y/n try to brush off her stress and redirect her attention so it would focus on caring for others instead of caring for herself.

Jam Republic arrives back in South Korea and heads straight to the studio to film their reactions and judgments of the other teams. They immediately make their way to their pink hideout passing by other crews, but not having time to mingle or really do anything more than smile and wave. The girls were exhausted from the flight, jetlag, and overworking themselves. y/n didn’t even realize team Bebe wasn’t with the rest of the crews when they passed through the lobby.

Bebe sat in their room, feeling more anxious than usual, a bad vibe floating through the air. No one could quite put their finger on it, but something definitely wasn’t right and it was causing all of the members to feel its effects. It officially came time for all crews to review each dance practice video. Each team’s video played one by one and the members had time to fill out the review cards before moving on to the next. 

Bebe’s video played next and the reactions were not positive, to say the least. Everyone seemed disappointed by the piece as a whole, expecting something much bigger- the music was too big of a risk, the props were poorly utilized, and it was overall just too simple. It wasn’t a bad video- it just didn’t meet anyone’s expectations since they were all waiting for some elaborate project, knowing Bada was very capable of doing so. Shortly after, a similar reaction was felt while everyone watched the Jam Republic video.

“They don’t have enough people…” Mina Myoung was the first to observe the team’s lack of crew members. They even paused the video to count how many were shown, seeing 28, which was under the minimum limit of 30 people.

“It honestly isn’t powerful enough… it’s just not impressive” Buckey commented, crossing her arms over her chest. Yoonji sighed and frowned.

“This is so sad… I was really rooting for them” The girl mumbled, genuinely feeling pity for the international team, hoping they’d be able to pull through.

When it came down to voting for the team that should be eliminated, Jam Republic ultimately chose Bebe. They were originally tied between voting for Bebe and Wolf'lo, with y/n fighting her best fight to vote for Wolf'lo because it just didn't look entertaining to her and they had no story or plot.

"y/n…" Kirsten started off in a warning but gentle tone

"We can’t just not pick Bebe because of you and Bada… this is a competition babe." and y/n was kinda hurt by that because she knows how to be objective and she didn't even think she was biasing Bebe- she just personally didn't like Wolf'lo and thought they should be eliminated over any other team.

Then it finally came down to the results. Each team would be given a scorecard showing the comments and feedback they’d received from the others. One card would reveal the team voted as most likely to place first, and another would reveal who was most likely to be eliminated. When Jam Republic opens their card, it felt like all of the air suddenly got sucked out of the room. 

“God DAMN” Audrey laughed humorlessly in absolute shock, as they all stared at the words ‘MOST AT RISK FOR ELIMINATION’ in big bold letters at the top. y/n stopped breathing for a few seconds and she’s pretty sure everyone else did too, seeing as there was not a single sound to be heard in the dressing room. The young girl once again tried to convince herself to think rationally, but couldn’t get past the anxiety and crushing weight of failure that was starting to fill her lungs. She wasn’t even angry, even though she should’ve been because she understood. y/n understood that they didn’t meet the criteria, and their dance simply wasn’t as put together as it should've been, especially in comparison to other teams/

What really got her emotional was realizing that Bebe- that BADA- voted for them too… it felt like such betrayal and she wore that shit on her face like usual. But still- she didn't feel angry, just betrayed and heartbroken, and really fucking disappointed. The more mature and logical side of y/n was still trying not to jump to conclusions because maybe it wasn’t Bada that decided… Maybe it was the same situation her team had going on- maybe Bada didn’t want to vote for Jam Republic but the majority of others did. Y/n truly did understand everyone’s reasoning, but that didn’t make it hurt any less, especially having Bada vote to eliminate her as well

“It’s gonna be okay lovey… I promise” Kirsten wrapped her arm around the youngest’s shoulders and whispered reassuringly to her as she watched her begin to have a mental breakdown. Moments later, the rest of the crew’s ranking was revealed, showing 1 Million in first and Jam Republic in last, but also- Bebe in sixth, the second to last place. Seeing this, Bada sighed and began to have her own slight mental breakdown.

Some teams celebrated their rankings while others sat quietly, reviewing the feedback and pondering what to do. Jam Republic sat in silence as Kirsten read over the comments. Y/n sat by her side with her head in her hands sobbing silently, so overwhelmed that she didn’t know what to do. The entire team was at a loss, and soon Kirsten started crying too, wrapping and arm around the youngest members, who finally let her emotions be shown to her team. The loud cries were the only sound in the room.

Y/n was able to calm herself down after about 20 minutes of crying. The poor girl felt so awful about how things were going feeling responsible for a lot of it- thinking that maybe if she had pushed her ideas a little more, or gotten in contact with more people, or even just tried a little harder, maybe Jam Republic could’ve done so much better. Even though she’s calmed down, tears still flow down her face without her even realizing it. Y/n was never angry at anyone else for their opinions, but now she’s feeling awfully spiteful towards herself. The youngest member was filled with so much resentment and self-hatred, that it immediately sent her into an inescapable depression.

The show writers and staff were cruel. So cruel for making these girls show off their inspiration boards and creative briefs live in front of the other teams. Each team explains their given concept and how they came up with the details to highlight what they chose. While it was much more of a relaxed environment (in the sense that there would be no feedback or ranking based on this), a majority of contestants were nowhere near feeling at ease. 

The members of Jam Republic were able to build themselves back up and put on their game faces while presenting, except for y/n. She really did try her best to not look like she was about to cry at the drop of a hat, but it was no use. The girl was simply not herself. The small girl’s usually bright and energetic personality was nowhere to be found, not once cracking even a hint of a smile- even when Jam Republic received immense praise for their ideas. She didn’t find any enjoyment in the other crew’s presentations, although to be fair she wasn’t really able to focus on them- she just sat there in a daze.

It made everyone nervous to see Jam Republic’s youngest member like this. Her members noticed that she had become even more irritable than before- but now in a scary way that genuinely had them concerned for themselves and everyone else. The girl was calm but you could just feel the rage and depression and resentment radiating off of her to the point it made chills run down your spine.

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After every crew had shared their ideas and idea boards, they were allowed to go back to head back to their hideouts to discuss any adjustments or further plans that had to be made before returning to their projects. Jam Republic had to get right back on a plane in a few hours to head back to New Zealand and somehow fix their entire routine, again.

Y/n just finished walking up the staircase leading from the fight zone to the crew lounges, when she heard someone call out her name from closely behind her. The girl turned around to come face to face with the tall leader she had been talking with for the last few months.

“Hey, are you okay? I called your name like three times…” Bada questioned worriedly, her eyebrows furrowed and head tilted as she waited for the younger girl’s response, with wide caring eyes.

“...I'm just really tired” y/n whispered in the meekest voice possible, already feeling her eyes start to sting again, but trying to cover it up with a smile. Bada sighs and pulls her into a big hug, and surprisingly y/n doesn’t burst into tears. The girl continues to try as hard as possible to keep the droplets from escaping her eyes as she squeezes them shut.

“Look… I’m really sorry” the older of the two began resting her head atop y/n’s, but the shorter one felt her body tense at the apology already not liking where the conversation was headed. y/n let go of Bada’s waist and backed away, waiting for the older girl to continue.

“It wasn’t personal… the dance was still very good, and it’ll look even better with all of the ideas planned out!” she finished, referring to how her team had voted Jam Republic as the worst crew. Y/n’s face lost any emotion she had regained, looking empty and exhausted again, making Bada’s skin prickle.

“no, I understand” was all y/n spoke, already trying to disconnect from reality to save herself from crying again or making a bigger fool out of herself than she already has. But Bada is only more upset by the reaction, seeing as y/n just doesn’t seem at all like herself. The girl genuinely looks empty inside and no one on the show has ever seen her like this, in fact- no one in Jam Republic has even seen her like this and they’re all beginning to become extremely worried about her. And even though it’s clear the small girl just needs time and space, Bada decides to keep talking 

“The vote was objective I promise, I don’t want you to think anything personally of it” At the end of the older girl’s sentence, y/n just felt the tiniest bit of a scowl make its way onto her face, feeling pissed off at the thought of someone once again thinking she doesn’t understand the concept of a competition.

“Obviously- I’m not stupid, this is a competition.” the harsh tone that comes out of the younger really throws Bada for a loop because she has never seen y/n speak to or about anyone like this- and it makes her feel sick to her stomach that her first time witnessing it is directed at her.

“I- no, what? Of course you’re not stupid! I just wanted to make sure… to make sure you knew. That’s all.” Bada started off a bit panicked and emotional but quickly was able to calm down and speak rationally, understanding the younger girl was known to have a bit of a temper. There was a long silent pause.

"did you decide on Jam Republic?" y/n asked a bit accusatorily

"Huh?" the older tilted her head, still absolutely confused about how this situation was occurring right now.

"did YOU, as in yourself, Bada Lee, decide to vote Jam Republic as the team to be eliminated, or was it someone else's idea…" There was silence for a moment before Bada sighed then pursed her lips

"We all decided-" 

"but who's idea was it? Did you even argue it? Were you even thinking of anyone else? Or did you just immediately decide and agree that my team should be the next to go?" Bada didn’t say anything as she started to get a little frustrated, but she watched as y/n just scoffed at the lack of response and turned to walk away, rolling her eyes. Bada followed her and pulled her aside, a few feet away from the outside of Bebe's dressing room

"well you voted for my team as the worst, so how is this any fair at all?" the tall leader finally let her emotions take control of her as she shot back with much less frustration than her counterpart, but still irritated nonetheless.

"because I didn't want to vote for you! I fought to vote Wolf'lo over you guys because I know you don't deserve to go home! I understand it from an objective perspective- I promise Bada, I do- but that doesn't make it hurt any less!" There were a few beats of silence before y/n continued

"and it's honestly really infuriating that you don't think I understand that this is a competition-" she finished off quieter than before but still filled with annoyance and betrayal.

"WOAH- now when did I EVER say that??" now it was Bada’s turn to blow up

 "Oh my god- you don't have to say it! You clearly think I'm just here to have fun and make friends!" y/n once again raised her voice, this time rising in pitch as well.

"Why would you say that??" Bada fired back and was immediately met with the calmest tone of voice y/n had spoken in since the argument began, and it terrified her.

"Bada- you haven't seen me as a threat once this entire competition… have you? Not to you, not to your team…" Bada stuttered for a second, completely blindsided by the argument

"where is this all coming from y/n?" the tall girl asked, genuinely concerned. y/n sighed and her eyes softened, shook her head.

"never mind" She turned and went to walk away, but Bada grabbed her by the wrist again and dragged her inside the blue team room, closing the door behind her

"you need to speak to me. You need to communicate with me what's going on right now because whatever you're feeling is totally valid- we had a rough day out there- fuck, we’ve had a rough few days, especially you- but that doesn't mean you get to take it out on me… so please tell what's wrong, so I can try to help." the older girl calmly and gently explained her thoughts and feelings to the girl in front of her, and y/n almost cracked. almost.

“I think it’s best for me to focus on the competition… building relationships clearly isn’t working out to my benefit" Her previously soft and watery eyes, had quickly cleared up within a few seconds, leaving her looking cold and unapproachable again. The response was petty and childish, y/n herself knew that, but she said to hurt Bada. 

why do you want to hurt Bada? She was apologizing, why are you making this harder? You’re being childish and proving everyone right- you’re not fit for this competition, you’re too young y/n and you don’t know how to handle things when you actually need to.

The younger girl’s internal dialogue was emotional and resentful towards herself, but for once, the expression on her face didn’t show how she was truly feeling. The anger and hatred taking over her features wasn’t directed towards the older girl in front of her, which is what anyone witnessing the interaction would assume. y/n could feel her stomach churning and her face getting hot with embarrassment. She didn’t understand why she was acting like this and didn’t know how to get herself to stop.

It felt like hours had passed before Bada spoke again and when she did it was led by an aggressive scoff.

“You can’t be serious right now…” she challenged so calmly that it sent a chill up y/n’s spine, the younger girl’s resolve finally breaking down and it became apparent that she wasn’t actually as tough as she was trying to be. Bada could see the cold glare falter for a split second, watching as her eyes became full of emotion before the younger was able to reel it in again.

“Why wouldn’t I be serious? This is a competition and the only people I should be trusting are my teammates, I shouldn’t be letting my emotions get in the way of things…” y/n responded just as calmly. If anyone else were to be present for the interaction they probably would've froze to death due to how cold the two were being.

“Next time I'll make sure to vote objectively and solely based on what I see in front, instead of trying to think about who deserves to be here more.” she finished with an empty, tight-lipped smile, tilting her head feigning understanding, and Bada let out a humorless chuckle

“God- have you always been this manipulative?” it was her turn to try and hurt the other girl. y/n’s cocky grin dropped immediately and she straightened up entirely.

“Excuse me?” the younger girl furrowed her brows and scowled again

“You heard me…” Bada replied cooly and nonchalantly as if this were any other normal conversation 

“I came to you, apologizing for what I did and your response to that is to start an argument- and THEN when you realize you’re in the wrong, you try to turn it on me?” the older girl finished, voice rising slightly

“I never turned it on you- I said how I needed to focus on the competition and stop being so friendly with everyone, how are you so self-absorbed to think that was about you?” y/n could barely even get her last word out before the other was shouting over her.

“BECAUSE IT WAS- it so obviously was a dig at me y/n, because who else are you close with? Huh??” the volume of Bada’s voice caused the younger girl to flinch, no longer being able to preserve her emotions. The tall girl took a few steps forward and leaned down, getting in y/n’s face.

“Who else can actually stand being around you…” shot after shot fired, Bada was doing a much better job at hurting y/n than y/n was doing hurting Bada. She wasn’t even thinking about how she used to tell herself that she would never be the reason y/n would be crying, and now here she is, feeling satisfied when she sees a single tear run down the girl's face. She wasn’t paying attention to how it sucked all the air out of her lungs and made her stomach turn in disgust, only noticing the minuscule feeling of satisfaction.

“I think it’s so funny how you say that, knowing damn well you get jealous any time someone even looks at me… you know better than anybody that anyone in this fucking place would love to be in your position-” and this caused Bada to let out a loud laugh of disbelief, backing away slightly before getting right back in her face

“Yeah? Then how come nobody even paid attention to you until I took notice… you know that’s the only reason you’re popular, right? If it had been anyone else, no one would’ve cared… admit it to yourself, nobody wants to be in my place y/n- they all wanna be in yours, so maybe think about how lucky you are…” Bada didn’t believe in a single thing that was coming out of her mouth, she honestly couldn’t even believe her own voice hearing how condescending and spiteful the words sounded as they left her lips. She could feel a slight ringing in her ears, part of her brain processing it as a tiny voice screaming at her to stop and that she was making a mistake. But the damage was already done.

Y/n was barely holding back tears anymore, pursing her lips and clenching her jaw did nothing to stop the flow of salty droplets from streaming down her face. Her nostrils flared slightly as she swallowed down sobs and tightly closed her eyes.

“I’m not having this conversation anymore…” she managed to get the words out without sounding horribly choked up as she turns away to leave, hand about to turn the knob as the older girl lets out another dry chuckle.

“Oh so now you wanna act mature? Let me tell you this isn’t the mature way to handle the situation anymore- you don’t know how to talk to people or resolve conflict, in fact you’re NOT confrontational at all, and are really just a scared little girl who’s all bark and no bite. You’re such a child- that’s all you are- is a FUCKING child…” it’s dead silent after Bada’s done screaming at her. Y/n turns around slowly and just stands there for a moment with a blank stare, then lets out the most dry, humorless laugh. It honestly scares the shit out of the older girl, eyes going wide and face paling, coming to her senses and realizing how fucked the situation was. 

Y/n was smiling and laughing, albeit a little psychotically, all while still crying- she had finally snapped, and Bada was terrified. The girl in front of her could easily be a danger to herself, and possibly others in the state she was in, but all the leader could think about was how there was probably no coming back from this. The younger of the two just closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them and nodding at Bada with a tight-lipped smile, taking a deep breath.

“Okay” y/n smiles painfully as tears continue to run down her face- she turns around, swings the door open, and slams it shut as she walks out. The silence that followed was broken only seconds later as Bada heard the sobs that were almost immediately released by the girl who had just left.

y/n hadn’t even noticed the rest of Bada’s team standing around the corner, as she walked in the other direction to head back to her own room. Once she was far enough away, Lusher led the group quietly into their space seeing their leader sat on the couch with her head in her hands.

“Hey…” she speaks quietly, and Bada looks up with an empty look in her eyes, but tries to hide it when she realizes her team is present. Before she can even try to pretend nothing happened, the sub-leader was speaking up again

“We heard everything…” Bada sighed and felt tears pricking her eyes, disappointment and heartbreak finally taking over as she realized how fucked up the things she said were. The younger members sat around their leader and rubbed her arm or leg while they all watched with sad eyes as she sobbed. This was going to be a rough next few days.

notes: i'm so sorry...

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[bitterkarella]

Identifying furries by their fursonas

Fox- this is the default fursona for the default furry, namely a twink with a blown out fucked to death asshole

Vixen- Girl fox referred to as a vixen is an egg, girl fox just referred to as a fox is an out trans woman

Kistune - the same as above but weeb flavor

he-wolf - a greasy guy who weighs 12 pounds soaking wet and wears a fedora. republican.

she-wolf - the butchest bull dyke you ever saw

coyote - manic depressive. always on something. the drug connection at any furry party

Cat- always a woman

black cat - could be any gender but always goth

kitten/kitty - a trans sex worker, has an only fans they really want you to know about.

bobcat - older dude. wants people to think he's ex-military

Jaguar - an older black guy. will probably have the word "black" in his fursona's name

lion - just a huge asshole

tiger - another asshole. old. wants you to believe he's ex military or ex-police, probably a member of the dorsai irregulars. major grill dad vibes

jackal - a huge asshole and a slut. white gay racist, probably transphobic

cougar - either a trans woman or a terf. there's no in between

Horse - white woman who identifies as 2 Spirit or a guy who wants to be stomped on

Pony - gay nazi

unicorn - either the absolute gayest dude you can be or a 9 year old girl. sometimes a late in life transition

Tanuki - latino

badger - either a huge lesbian or an old avuncular straight guy. possible sex pest

Raccoon - nature's greatest mistake. too normie to be furry, too furry to be normie. dilf.

bat - either a goth or a real annoying shit (some overlap). invader zim fanboy. doesn't drink alcohol but claims to act crazy on "sugar highs." definitely has dabbled in webcomics

cow - a woman. maternal. mom friend or mommy dom. milf. possibly trans femme

steer - a big strong fat rough trade gay guy

sheep - mom vibes

pretty much any farm animal - mom vibes

domestic pig - wild card. might be a wet and messy fetish thing tho or a trash eating thing. loves to be stinky. loves to talk about being stinky.

wild pig - trans masc

skunk - either a fat beardy guy who has a tumblr blog about animation squash & stretch or a stoner gal. very straight. the straightest. a kinsey 0. has strong feelings about what the fandom used to be like before there were all these kids in it.

rat - is a huge asshole as a front, probably likes talking cigars

lemur - autistic

sloth - 420 blaze it. will never finish any commissions

chakat - an older cishet man who thinks the fandom is too political & refers to "anime" as "japanimation"

sergel - nazi

citra - the biggest dipshit you've ever met

procyon - furry equivalent of the thomas jefferson miku binder pic. you should not be talking to this person, this is a literal child

weasel - a girl with cluster b personality disorders

ferret - a person who has at least one pet ferret, but probably many

mole - this person thinks they're in a beatrix potter story

guinea pig/chinchilla/jerboa/gerbil/any kind of fat rodent you can keep as a pet - the sweetest person you will ever meet

armadillo/pangolin/anteater/aardvark - smug, contrarian. "i just wanna be different"

mouse - vore fetishist, prey. sub.

hyena - vore fetishist, pred. probably trans masc

otter - a dommy twink, possible enby

bear - gay

panda - absolutely a white person pretending to be asian. probably running a gofund me scam with a suspicious story about how they're a professional nintendo gamer who injured their hand or something

bullfrog - a huge fat hairy straight guy

any other frog - inflation or rubber fetishist

axolotl/newt/salamander - genderfluid enby

rabbit - trad wife trans woman

squirrel - autistic and gay

deer - gay

gazelle - zootopia megafan

monkey - punk DIY artist type, definitely loves weed

ape - absolutely baffling. nothing this person does or says makes any sense. you will be left wondering whether you're speaking to a child, a person with severe mental issues, or someone who doesn't have english as a first language

elephant - mom friend

hippo - a fat fetishist or a transformation fetishist

rhino - an older cishet dude who wants to project a curmudgeonly yet approachable aura

kangaroo - definitely not an australian person. extremely focused kinkster, usually feet or inflation. more STDs than should be possible to carry

koala - an asian woman

virginia opossum - anarchist/communist punk trans man who makes zines and/or comics

australian possum - just here to have fun. wants everyone else to be having fun too. wacky funster. (sugar gliders and flying squirrels fall under this category)

any other marsupial - poser

monotremes - extreme poser, don't even bother

doberman- gay dude who tops from the bottom or a cop (there is some overlap)

german shepherd - a nazi or a cop (there is substantial overlap). definitely a furry raider. he will wear his cop uniform to con and after con will post videos pretending that someone was rude to him

afghan - arch femme

basset hound - racist

puppy - sub, probably an egg. extremely draining. cries a lot

all other dogs - just dudes being bros (gender neutral)

dragon - the furries of furries. like to talk about eating "sammiches" and "chocklit." probably an adult baby lifestyler. they will send DMs that just say "hi." they like to RP and when they contact you about a potential commission they are actually just trying to trick you into RP

griffin - the same as above but also a brony

snake - sissy hypno fetishist

turtle - an old man, probably southern. an ironic grandpa.

other scalies - furry in denial. either a child or an old person from CYD. the world's last something awful goons

any fursona with latino vibes - white

any fursona with asian vibes - latino

any fursona with native american vibes - eastern european

avian - girl who's not like other girls. hippie. vegan.

raven/crow - agender voidgoth

chicken - mom vibes

dinosaur - the absolute biggest nerd. probably has an actual degree in paleontology. definitely dresses like miss frizzle.

any invertebrate - not a real furry, their girlfriend just made them get a furaffinity account before they could get ass. either that or they've never even heard of furry, they just came up with the idea of anthropomorphics from first principles. a biology teacher or weirdo (there is some overlap)

amoeba - this is a troll

[dyns33]

Family business

I still need to watch the show but I wanted to do a Alfie Solomons x reader. I'm sure all the characters are ooc, so sorry about that.

The good thing about being part of the Shelby family was that its members were very united because blood ties were sacred. The problem about being part of the Shelby family was the same thing.

Y/N often repeated it to herself, closing her eyes to keep her calm, while her brothers asked ridiculous or difficult things, considering that she didn't have the right to say no to them, just as they didn't have the right to tell her no either.

The fact that they didn't have the same mother didn't change anything. Their father may have been an asshole, but they were all Shelbys, united, hard-working, persevering, and here for each other.

They didn't often ask her things that would put her in danger. They were terribly protective of their little sisters, especially Arthur, but there were times when a feminine touch became essential to finalizing a deal or gaining someone's trust.

Almost no one knew that Y/N was a Shelby. Her mother had died when she was young and Polly had welcomed her into this strange world as soon as she learned that her idiot brother was her father. However, as soon as she was able to earn her own money, Y/N found a small place to live on her own, although she remained close to her family.

For Tommy, that made her perfect for a mission he'd had in mind for some time.

“I want you to become Alfie Solomons’ secretary.”

"Who ?" Y/N had asked, trying not to wince.

"It doesn't matter. He doesn't trust easily, but he's been having trouble managing his business for some time, too many unforeseen events, too many incompetent people. You are competent. Earn his trust, become indispensable, listen to his conversations, read his letters, and brings us all important information."

Y/N didn't know what important information was, even less so since she still didn't know who this Alfie Solomons was when she showed up at his office. Her brothers had decided that it was best for her not to know too much, not because she might be afraid, but because the man was very good at seeing through people. It wasn't very reassuring.

However, at first glance, Mr. Solomons did not seem that terrible. He showed a big smile when he saw Y/N, opening his arms and inviting her to come and sit down, offering her tea during their interview and listening attentively to everything she said. Despite his broken back, he insisted on walking her to the door, lowering her hand and declaring that he was delighted to have found his new secretary.

Two things quickly became quite clear after several weeks working with Alfie Solomons : he wasn't running a bakery at all, and he was perfectly charming.

Well, it happened that he shouted at certain employees, even hit them, and probably worse when there were no witnesses, but with Y/N, he was undoubtedly the most sweet and polite man. the sweetest in the world.

Even when she made mistakes, which didn't happen often, he would shrug his shoulders and say it was her fault, because he was asking a lot of her, before offering her a cup of tea and some biscuits.

Sometimes she would find flowers on her desk when she arrived in the morning.

“Slept well, love ?”

"Very well, Mr. Solomons, thank you. And you ?"

"Call me Alfie, love. And I haven't slept yet."

"Are you saying that so I don't wake you if I find you asleep again before a meeting, Mr. Solomons ?"

“I know you will do it no matter what, you cruel woman.”

When they didn't have too much work, they talked. Alfie Solomons had an opinion on everything, stories to tell, anecdotes or more or less strange questions on philosophical subjects as well as on perfectly futile or strange things. He often made her laugh, which seemed to please him.

On the contrary, he did not like it when another employee, client or business partner allowed themselves to be rude to his favorite secretary. It wasn't often, word had quickly spread about what Mr. Solomons did to those who misbehaved with Y/N.

For some, they were sleeping together. It didn't help that he often drove her home, even if it was only when it was very late, raining, or very cold.

Even though she promised them it wasn't true, her brothers were a little worried. They didn't like seeing Alfie hovering around their little sister like that, even if she brought them some interesting information thanks to her position.

It wasn't normal that she managed to have so much information, which worried them even more because Alfie Solomons really wasn't the type of man to take such a risk, so either he had discovered who she was and he was either giving Y/N wrong informationsn or he liked her so much he let her have everything.

The Shelby brothers didn't know which would be the worst. With all the information turning out to be true, they didn't know what to make of it.

Y/N didn't ask herself these kinds of questions, too busy with her work as a secretary, trying to keep her distance from her employer who was much too charming to be honest, and who was obviously not very appreciated by her family .

He sometimes asked her to marry him, but only as a joke, when she brought him a meal or when she forced him to put a pillow behind his back so that he wouldn't suffer the next day, or when She took care of his business perfectly.

Everything stopped after Arthur's beating.

The next day, Tommy called his sister to order her to leave. He was kind enough to apologize when he told her that she would probably have to move, but that she could always stay to Watery Lane with them while she found something, to make sure that Alfie wouldn't find her. Although he didn't see why he would look for her.

Solomons was disappointed to learn that his beloved secretary had to leave town for family reasons, but he seemed to understand, kissing her one last time on the hand and wishing her a good life.

“I guess it’s still a no for marriage ?”

"Mr. Solomons…"

"I know, I know, I'm just an old idiot. Take care, love. Shalom to your brothers and sisters."

Several months passed before this little sentence made sense to Y/N.

It hadn't shocked her, because the man talked too much for her to take in everything he said, it was only polite that he wished the best for his family, and she had been too busy not to show that their separation affected her.

Not seeming to see that she had become attached to the wandering Jew, Tommy did not warn her when it was decided to do business with him, against the Italians. He hadn't warned Arthur either, who wasn't happy to see Alfie again.

The meeting went well, from what Y/N understood. Alfie presented his "apologies" to Arthur, before agreeing to help him sort out their affairs with the Italians. He didn't ask for too much money, which surprised the brothers a little. He didn't hold them by the balls, it was the opportunity.

But no, he decided to be a gentleman, helping them in honor of old times. As he left, he only asked Tommy to greet his charming sister for him, winking.

The deal then no longer really mattered, because the Shelbys discovered something much more important. Solomons had discovered who he had hired as his secretary. He knew Y/N was one of them.

"… You're not serious. Thomas, you said it would be temporary."

"I know… I know ! Little sis, you have to understand that he is very dangerous. He is going to get revenge, he is going to hurt you and there is no way I am letting that happen."

“He won’t do anything to me.”

"It's business. He'll do it like he did to Arthur. You need to understand that you're not safe out there. Stay with us, stay home."

Y/N's worst nightmare was happening. Locked up with her family, without hope of independence or freedom. She should never have agreed to help Tom.

Unfortunately he seemed to be right, because she saw Ollie several times through the window, and other employees of the Bakery hanging around in the street. It was too risky to go out.

Then the flowers arrived. Deliveries of packages containing perfumes, books, tea. There was no need for him to sign them, but Alfie Solomons seemed to insist that the Shelbys understand that he knew full well where to find their sister.

Arthur wanted to kill him. John thought he needed to speak with this madman before it was too late. Tommy considered that just not bringing up the subject would make him calm down, too busy with other problems.

When the flu came, staying indoors protected no one. Ada brought the illness home and soon the most fragile members of the family were bedridden with fever.

A doctor came to examine them, to the surprise of the older brothers, who did not have enough money this month to pay for his services. He only said that they didn't need to worry about it, taking care of Finn, Ada, then Y/N, before going out without asking for a penny, leaving them with remedies and instructions.

The others' health improved quickly, but Y/N remained sick, shaking and sweating, sleeping for several hours before being awakened by nightmares, tired as if she hadn't slept for days.

One night, a hand on her damp forehead brought her out of her torpor. The hand remained still, only the thumb caressing her skin.

"You have to sleep, love. I brought tea, for your throat."

“Al… Alfie ?”

"Yes, love. Everything is fine, rest."

"It was you… who sent the doctor…"

"I wasn't going to let my favorite secretary die from a slight fever. Why isn't anyone at your bedside ? I don't like it, I'm going to have a word with your brothers."

Arthur and Tommy would undoubtedly have taken this as a threat, Solomons managing to enter their home and sneak up to their little sister's room without being seen, then being able to do her all the harm he wanted.

Y/N knew he wasn’t going to hurt her. It had been obvious for several weeks that he didn't intend to, with all these ridiculous gifts and letters, where he kept asking her if he wanted to marry her. He was having fun, nothing more. He continued to tease her, while scaring the Shelbys.

"It's not very nice." Y/N whispered, trying to keep her eyes open.

“It’s too easy to annoy them, it’s not my fault.”

“I wasn’t talking about that.”

"Ah. You see, love, I don't know what to do about it anymore. I did everything to make you see that I was serious, I who never seem serious. I knew it would be difficult at first, because you thought I didn't know who you were. I knew before I hired you. Then you left, I thought I was going to die, but I told myself that now that you weren't working for me anymore , if I said that I knew, then it would be easier. What should I do ? Buy a horse ? A trailer ? There is a gypso rite that I don't know to ask for the hand of a woman ? I have to go and see Arthur and duel him ? I can do it, he doesn't scare me, love. I can go right now."

"No… Stay with me…" she begged him, holding out her hand, coughing again.

Unable to not get agitated when he was speaking, Alfie Solomons had stood up to show that he would go to her brother's room to beat his face, but he immediately sat down next to Y/N, I took her hand which he kissed with all the tenderness he was capable of.

“Stay with me…” she repeated miserably.

"Yes, love, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, I'm here."

And he was still there when she opened her eyes the next morning, holding her hand and smiling as her fever seemed to be going down. The moment was slightly ruined by Finn, who wanted to see if she was better and who screamed when he saw Solomons. Alfie yelled louder, even if it was to order the bellowing to stop because Y/N needed to rest.

This of course alerted the entire Shelby family, who ran into the room.

At first, Alfie refused to leave. He promised he would stay, so he would stay.

Then, seeing Y/N's pleading look who didn't want anyone to get hurt, he sighed as he agreed to follow the brothers into the kitchen, for a discussion, but only if he was allowed to come back to see her to say goodbye to her afterwards.

"If I didn't kill you first…"

"Oh, Arhur. Shalom ! Glad to see you haven't lost your humor !"

Ada stayed with her sister, helping her to drink, rubbing water on her forehead, and not being able to stop herself from asking her what had happened. Y/N reassuring her, explaining that Alfie had sent the doctor, that he wasn't dangerous, not at all.

Unlike the others, Ada did not take care of their brothers' less than legal affairs. She understood that this Solomons was not a good person, but neither of them were, and he seemed very attached to Y/N.

"And you ? What do you think of him ?"

"He's a fool."

"I see. You like him. Do you think Tommy would be alright with you dating ?"

"I'm afraid Alfie doesn't care about Thomas' approval." Y/N sighed, trying to hear if any screams were coming from downstairs. "He is very stubborn."

"I thought I noticed, with all these gifts. If he asks you to marry him, I want to be a bridesmaid."

“He’s asked me before, several times.”

“Damn, Y/N, Arthur is going to have a heart attack.”

Fortunately, the eldest did not have a heart attack, but he initially refused to believe Solomons' sincere feelings. The others were skeptical too. As she predicted, it didn't matter to Alfie, who only cared about her opinion.

He also pointed out that only Y/N had the right to order him to leave, by telling him that she never wanted to see him again. One word from her, and he wouldn't bother them anymore. But a yes, and he would be the happiest man in the world.

“With a beautiful family of fucking gypsos, but the happiest all the same.”

“She will never say yes to you !” John replied.

"Fucking hell, still speaking for her. Let's ask her. But not now, she still needs to recover. Leave her alone."

The brothers did not obey, waiting until the wandering Jew had kissed Y/N's hand and finally left to question her in turn, despite Ada's protests.

Only Tommy remained near the bedroom door, watching his sister in her bed. When their eyes met, he seemed to ask her a silent question, and she felt tears forming, unable to hide her answer.

He nodded, before whistling to tell everyone to get out. He said nothing, only smiling tenderly as he closed the door, leaving her alone with his blessing.

When Alfie Solomons would be back, with a white horse, new flowers and his proposal, she could say yes to him if she wanted, without fear of war. Because even though business was important, family was more important, and if Y/N was happy with him, then no one could say anything against that.

Her future husband only had to remember that if he hurt one of them, her the first, he would pay for it.

[lipglossanon]

Show Me What You Workin’ With

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stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

The stepdad stuckage prompt! 🤭 so just a smutty little one shot told from Leon’s POV to kind of switch it up 😉 editing to add this is for 🪷 anon who is the one that requested this prompt!!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, Leon POV, stuckage, dirty talk, spanking, ass play, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink

Not proofread 🤙

Title from Shake Ya Ass by Mystikal 🤭

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Leon must’ve done something right in a past life because the image in front of him was nothing short of amazing. His cute little stepdaughter’s hanging halfway out of the bathroom window, trying to make an escape. 

He overheard you arguing with your mom before she left on her work trip; an argument that resulted in you having your car keys confiscated and told not to leave the house while she was gone. For some reason, you’re trying to sneak out but no matter how it came to be, Leon’s definitely not letting this opportunity slip through his fingers. 

“Sweetheart,” he croons, watching joyfully as your body flinches before going slack, legs kicking out. 

He can hear your muffled voice so it’s a good bet that neither one of you can really hear the other unless yelling. 

He tsks and walks further into the bathroom, moving up behind you. His calloused palms run up your calves, softly massaging your muscles as he moves them closer and closer to your thighs. The cute skirt you chose to sneak out in is barely covering anything as he can see a peek of white panties flash him. 

“Leon!” His name is muffled but distinguishable.

He smacks your ass hard listening to you cry out. Laughing, he smacks you again. 

“Oh we’re gonna have so much fun,” he grins although you can’t see it, “bout to wreck this little cunt for being such a naughty girl.”

He hears you cry out to him and it fills him with a giddy warmth while his cock thickens in his pants. He’s been attracted to you from the start of his relationship with your mother; don’t get him wrong, your mom’s a lovely woman, but, honestly, he feels like he may have jumped the gun when marrying her. Luckily, you more than make up for it even if you’re relationship is scandalous to say the least.

Leon wishes he could see your face right now; you make the sweetest expressions (all teary eyed and cock drunk before he even slips it in your tight little pussy). He just knows you’d be making a pouty face, begging him to help you out. He rucks your skirt over your ass until it’s laid against your lower back. His hand comes down again, smacking your ass to watch it jiggle. 

Hearing you squeak through the gap in the window gets his blood pumping. He grabs your panties and tears the flimsy material in half, letting the remnants dangle off your thighs. Clear slick is oozing from your cunt, pussy lips already soaked. 

“What a gorgeous cunt,” he groans, squeezing his cock as it twitches in his pants, “she’s crying for me, sweetheart.”

He wants so many things at the moment that he’s not even sure where to start. Dark eyes hungrily rove over your trembling thighs and wet pussy, over your ass to your lower back and back down. Leon steps closer in between your legs and grabs your ass. 

He spreads your cheeks and sees your cute rosebud twitching and winking. Groaning, he dips down and laps at your rim making your legs kick out against him but at this angle he doesn’t budge. Reaching down, he kicks off his jeans and underwear giving his hard cock a few strokes to take the edge off. 

He pushes his mouth against you and laps at your asshole greedily; he feels as you slowly relax against the windowsill until you’re pushing against his face. That’s his good girl. Knew you’d love getting your ass eaten. Hell, you’d probably even eat him out if he sweet talked you enough. He moans against your hole making you hump your ass back. 

Leon’s mildly grateful there’s no nearby neighbors; he’d hate to have to explain to your mom why her slutty daughter was moaning his name. Now wouldn’t that be a dream? Some fucking perv watching you cry and moan cause Leon was fucking your hot wet cunt til you’re stupid with it. His cock drools imagining it. Maybe he’ll have to take you out one day and try it. 

He finally pulls his face away to see your spit soaked asshole clenching down on nothing. Dragging his eyes further down, he sees the sopping wet mess between your thighs. 

“Fuck,” he rasps out, dick throbbing as it weeps precum at the sight. 

“Need to give her some of daddy’s kisses too huh,” he spreads your pussy lips watching as the clear strings of slick drip down onto the floor. 

He lets go and spanks your pussy with a wet slap, watching as your body trembles, hearing you moan outside. Leon steps away to quickly rinse his mouth out with mouthwash (love that it’s so convenient you got stuck in the bathroom) and quickly positions himself back between your thighs. 

“Is my naughty girl ready for daddy’s kisses?” he calls out loudly, fingers spreading open your cunt again. 

Your hips rocks back and he laughs while pinching your thigh. 

“Mmm yeah, this needy pussy wants daddy’s attention.”

His head lowers and he runs his tongue through your wet folds, groaning at the taste. Wasting no time, he buries his face in your cunt, tongue finding your dripping hole and eagerly fucking into it. He loses himself to it; he fucking loves to eat your pussy. You’re always so wet and eager for his mouth. 

He groans and wraps his hands around your hips to tilt you up. Holding you at an angle, he slips is tongue out of your hole to lick and suck at your throbbing clit. He feels your muscles tense under his hands as he keeps lapping your sensitive bud, not letting you arch away from the intense pleasure. 

More slick coats his face as he keeps teasing and sucking on your clit, finally moving his tongue back into your clenching hole to lap up everything spilling out of your pussy. He spanks your ass making your pussy walls flutter around his tongue. He can’t take much more so he pulls away, watching with excitement as you rock back towards him. 

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he spanks your ass hard making you flinch, “shouldn’t even give you my cock but this naughty cunt needs some discipline.”

He pulls the foreskin back to smack his weeping tip against your fat pussy lips and pudgy clit. Groaning, he glides his cock across your soaked cunt until he’s covered in your slick. 

Leon presses his fat tip into your hole and watches as your pussy sucks him in inch by inch until his dick completely bottoms out. He hears you whining on the other side of the window and it makes him grind his cock in deeper. 

The noises you make drive him wild. Wants to be buried in your pussy all the fucking time. He’s never been more excited to see a woman leave than when your mom has to go on a work trip. He’s counting down the time until he can taste this hot little pussy, hell, until he can fill your hot little pussy. 

He’s gonna cum in you right here, watch as it drips down your thighs all over the bathroom floor. Then, he’s gonna manhandle you into his room and fuck you til you’re crying, begging him to stop. Fuck, he loves it when you cry. His hips stutter as he pulls out and fucks back into your wet pussy hard. 

“Don’t care if you cum right now or not baby, this is for daddy,” he laughs, pinching your ass til you squeal and try to move away, “need to cream my stepdaughter’s slutty cunt so she learns a lesson.”

You make some kind of noise of dissent, but he doesn’t care. He’s gonna fill up your cute pussy til she’s drooling his cum. Gonna keep you full the whole weekend since your mom won’t be back til Monday. 

His hips pick up speed, the window jostling with his movements but your pussy’s dripping slick all over his cock so he keeps pounding into your hole. He feels his balls drawing up the closer he gets to cumming. 

“Ready, baby?” one hand stays on your hip as he brings the other back to spank your ass, moving from cheek to cheek, “daddy’s ‘bout to cream your little hole.” 

He brings both hands down to your ass and spreads your cheeks, eyes watching  as his cock bullies in and out of your cunt. His spits hard on your clenching rosebud, sliding a thumb through the wetness to slip into your asshole.  

“This hole seemed a little lonely,” he coos, fucking his thumb in and out of your ass as he rams his dick into your squelching pussy, “don’t want her missing out too.”

Your pussy clamps down on his cock even tighter as he fingers your ass. After half a dozen thrusts with your cunt wrapped around his cock like a vice, Leon buries himself deep into your pulsing hole and cums. Rope after rope of hot sticky jizz paints your pussy walls as you milk his cock. 

“So good,” he grunts, rocking and grinding his dick into your clenching hole, “love breeding this slutty pussy.”

He drags his dick out and watches the cum leak from your spasming pussy, his spent cock twitching at the sight. He pulls his thumb away from your winking asshole then spanks your puffy mound. 

“Give me a second and I’ll get you outta the window,” he laughs mockingly, “don’t want anything bad to happen to you, right sweetheart?”

[princessmaybank]

Im so so sorry. I requested but completely forgot to say who I wanted it with. Can you do prompts 6 and 14 from the Cherry Red prompt list??? Congrats on 5k you deserve it

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Sorry this took so long baby! You sent a few of these but we got it cleared up! I hope you like it!

No Touching

Pairings: JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, kissing, mutual masterbation, etc.

Summary: JJ sees your bruises and doesn't want to hurt you, he comes up with a plan to get you both off.

Author's Note: Not my best work, but I hope you like it!

She came running in with tear stained cheeks, soaking wet, and bruises all over her exposed skin. Y/N hadn't even said anything yet and my blood was boiling. John B was at Sarah's, everyone else was at their respective homes, and I wouldn't be caught dead at my house at the moment.

She immediately ran into my open arms. I held her as we stood in the middle of the living room. Y/N cried into my chest and with each sob it shattered my heart a little bit more. I suddenly remembered that she had those bruises. Careful not to hurt her, I pull her away from me so I can stare into her eyes. "Who did this to you?" I asked through gritted teeth, ready to tear apart the asshole who dared to lay a fucking finger on her. She was shaking as she gave me a name, barely above a whisper, but I heard it. That name was all I needed before I was stomping my way to the screen door, ready to charge through the thunderstorm outside to beat Rafe Cameron's ass. I would've too if I wasn't yanked backwards by a small tug around my bicep. I turned to face Y/N, trying to calm my heavy breathing.

"Please stay here. Don't leave me." She cried. Her voice broke on every word. I couldn't leave her like this, broken and hurt, so I decided to stay for her. My arms enveloped her shivering body making sure not to squeeze her and cause more pain.

"I'm tired. So tired.." She choked out. I led her to the guest bedroom before pulling out some clothes for her to change into. After I handed them to her I turned to walk out of the room but I felt that same small tug on my bicep again.

"Can you help me Jay? It's hard to move in certain ways." She frowned. "Oh, of course.." I tried not to stutter. She walked over to me and started to try and lift her arms over her head. "Hey, hey, slow and easy okay? One step at a time." I smiled at her. She smiled back and slowly began to move. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted, revealing more bruises on her torso.

I soothed her as I continued to remove her clothes. After she was left in her bra and panties I stepped back for a moment. I needed to grab the clothes from the bed but I couldn't help my eyes from running all over her body. The red and purple marks lacing her skin were enough to make my eyes water. Y/N is the most kind hearted and beautiful person I have ever known. Rafe Cameron never deserved her. He is already the biggest asshole on planet earth but to take Y/N, the sweetest woman in the entire fucking universe, for granted, now that's a new fucking low. Next time I see him I will fucking murder him. She deserves so much better.

Suddenly I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard her light voice. "What did you say? Sorry.." I asked. "I said, are you just going to stare at me all day or are you going to do something about it Jay.." She smiled and waltzed over to me. She lightly placed her hands on my hips. Her bright E/C eyes were shining as she stared into mine. "I-I don't wanna hurt you Y/N.." I answered shyly. "I trust you with my life Jay.."

Before I knew it, we were on the couch, with each other's tongues down our throats. Her hips were jutting against mine. "Fuck are you sure about this Y/N?" I ask and pull away. "I've never been more sure, Jay." She smiled and stood up, her hand reached for mine and she led me to the bedroom. She closed the door and walked back over to me. "Hey uhm..can we take it slower?" I asked. I would usually jump at this opportunity but I couldn't help but think about how much pain she was in. I don't want to hurt her more.

She nodded in agreement before sitting next to me and started leaning in for a kiss. It took so much in me to keep my hands off of her, even though she wanted me to touch her. Our kiss led to me hovering over her, caressing her sides. She winced under my touch like it was too much. I pulled my hands away and continued to kiss her.

Fuck this was difficult! I couldn't touch her, but she wanted me to. "I-I can't I'm sorry Y/N." I pulled away and sat up. She hung her head low and whispered an apology. "No, no, don't be sorry Y/N. It's not your fault. And believe it or not, I really wanna touch you." I tried to comfort her from where I was sitting. "Really?" She asked through some tears. I nodded and gave her a smile. "Do you see what you do to me?" I chuckle and point to my hard-on which makes her giggle. "If it makes you feel better I'm extremely wet." She giggled and her cheeks tinted red. "I have an idea." I say before pulling my shorts down, my underwear follows shortly behind. I sat back down and started stroking myself. My head fell back as small whimpers released from me. I sat back and looked back to Y/N to see her with a shocked look on her face. "Oh fuck, close your mouth Y/N, not until you're ready to use it.." I whine and she surprisingly obeys. I stroked myself for a little bit longer while she watched me. "Your turn, princess." My pumps slowed down. "What?" She was embarrassed. Her eyes popped out of her head and her cheeks grew more red by the second. "Play with yourself princess." I said as I continued to stroke myself. I watched as her hand gently creeped between her legs. She started teasing herself through her shorts. "Fuck-" I whispered.

Y/N started to take her shorts off, leaving her panties on for a few moments. She teased herself by pulling her underwear harshly against her clit. My mouth was practically watering at this point. A small gasp came from her lips before she pulled her panties off. "C'mon princess, touch yourself for me." I whispered. Soon after, she brought her fingers down to her clit. I watched as her eyes closed and she shifted to get comfortable. Her tongue briefly came out to wet her lips as her fingers worked in small circles. I matched her pace with my stroking. Her eyes stayed closed but her mouth was wide, letting out pretty little noises. Her fingers circled faster. "Oh fuck Jay-" She moaned out and I nearly busted. I never thought I would hear her say my name this way. My hand went up and down faster as she continued to toy with herself. I still matched her pace making sure we would be ready around the same time. "C'mon princess, cum for me.." I panted. I sped up my motions and she did too. A few curses later from both of us and we both came at the same time. My name released from her mouth as I called her princess at the same time.

Her cum soaked the bedsheets under her as mine spilled into my hand. I smiled at her before walking to the bathroom to get a rag. I washed my hands so I could clean her up when I got back. I sat next to her on the bed again before gently wiping up her beautiful mess. "That was fun." She giggled. "Just wait until I can use my hands." I smiled and winked at her.

[whosdinkleyhenderson]

PROLOGUE

Previous part: Y/N L/N'S BIOGRAPHY

Next part: CHAPTER 1

“I swear to God, Timmy. If that bitch is there, I’m gonna Rocky Balboa her non-existent ass.” 

A little giggle escaped her make-up artist Erin’s lips. A satisfactory smile appeared on the h/c’s face. 

Timothee had been pacing and snapped his head at her girl in the make-up chair.

“You will not be Rocky Balboa, anyone’s ass, anywhere.” He hissed sternly.

Y/n had to suppress her e/c eyes from an oncoming eye roll. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t stand the bitch. 

“Timmy, she fat-shamed Selena. How can I just stand there, smile, and go ‘omg hiiiii. Nah, me oh, it’s cool that you fat-shamed my non-biological sister and gave her hell’ with the sweetest tone and then giggle. Like a dickhead.” 

She dramatised, swinging her hands around the room, almost knocking out Erin. 

“Would you be careful? Nearly sent Erin into a coma.” 

“Sorry, Erin.” 

The older woman waved her off.

“Y/n, I’ve known you since you were twelve. My duck and cover skills are at their peak.” 

Smiling, Y/n looked up at Erin with appreciation. 

“That reminds me, thank you for coming all this way.” 

Carefully dusting the eyeshadow, Erin pulled away and smiled. 

“I should thank you for flying me out and sending a limo… especially with that hot driver. You spoiled me.” 

Timothee watched as the two conversed. 

He couldn’t help but smile; Y/n had been in a bit of a rut for the past two months. She had expressed wanting to fly back home to Australia but with the finalising of Nosferatu, premiers and interviews. Time was not on her side, so having Erin here had brought the young girl a sense of home and familiarity that she had so desperately yearned for. 

“And there we have it. All done, my dear…wait let me fix this piece of hair…okay…yep now we’re done.”

He watched as her eyes danced along her features in the mirror, lips creeping up into that gorgeous smile. 

“Oh, Erin.” In a flash, the h/c wrapped her arms around the blonde, squeezing her tightly. 

“I’ve missed you so much…I swear you’re my fairy godmother…hands of gold.” 

Blushing, Erin ushered Y/n away. 

“Okay, enough of that; you'll make me cry. Now go put your dress on. You can't walk around in your undies.” 

Y/n tossed her robe over Timmy’s head and winked at Erin. 

“Wouldn’t you like that? Toodles.” She cackled and disappeared behind the curtain. 

“I know Lorenzo would.”

“SHUT UP TIMOTHEE!”

“It’s official: I hate heels. I don't care what anyone says. They’re painful…how the hell does Cecilia walk in these.” She complained. 

If someone were to have walked in, they would think she was dancing to the twist.  

Timothee rolled his eyes and brought the red clutch to her. With one final twist, she stood up straight. 

“You know, I wish I was at home watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer right now…at least then I do have to wear heels. I could be in the living room fighting, doing flying kicks and punches. You know, get my vampire slayer on.” She explained, shifting into a boxing stance. 

Timmy took hold of her hands and brought them down to her side. “If you decided to do that, you won’t see Lorenzo tonight.”

Way to use my kryptonite. She thought.

“Plus, you can do that once we come home. Get some pizza, popcorn and Moscato.” 

She eyed him carefully. “What’s the catch, big boy?”

She knew him too well. 

“Don’t Rocky Balboa anyone, and we can do it…Rocky Balboa, someone and I’ll force you to come with me to see Kylie on our next outing with Kendal.” Timmy watched as a mortified expression formed on her face.

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

Casting that Jack Nicholson smile, he chuckled. “Watch me, babe. Just watch me.” 

“Fucking asshole.” She mumbled as he opened the door. 

The crowd was wild. 

Flashing lights left, right, and centre.

Celebrities posing for the camera. 

The paparazzi called for pictures. 

Fans screamed at the top of their lungs. 

Interviewers were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. 

Eyes danced across the chaotic scene before her as the flashing lights gave her a slight headache. She had been standing to the side, waiting for Timmy's return. Checking her watch every five seconds, she noticed that her patience was wearing thin, and the line for the red carpet was beginning to get overcrowded. And damn well knew that leaving this place early was not an option. 

“Boo.” A cold, wet hand grasped at her shoulders. Spooked, she spun around and threw a fist in the direction of the person as they ducked before she could knock them out. 

“Geez, Y/n. Your flight or fight senses kick in like a bitch.” 

“You should know better than to come up behind me, you jackass.” She hissed and shoved the man. 

“Where’s lil ol Tim Tim?”

“He said the toilet, but God knows.”

His brown eyes caught the young French actor being interviewed by Entertainment Tonight. 

“Looks like Frenchie is being interviewed.” 

Y/n followed his stare in Timothee's direction and shook her head. “Typical…”

Hearing the annoyance in her voice, he linked his arm with hers and smiled.  

“Come on, princess. Gotta turn that frown upside for Mr Lorenzo Zurzolo.” 

“You better watch that tongue of yours.” 

The two stepped away from the flashing cameras and to the interview station. 

Y/n felt a gentle pressure on the small of her back. Looking back, she noticed his tanned hand resting there as he led her towards an unoccupied table. 

“They should provide sunglasses. Those flashing lights are going to make me blind, I swear.” 

“Well, I’ll make sure to pass the message on.” 

She shot him a look, brow slightly raised, and smirked. “Sure baby, whatever-” A tap on her shoulder stopped her from finishing that sentence. 

“Excuse me.” 

The two turned around. A young woman in a gorgeous ivory satin dress nervously smiled with a cameraman behind her. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Y/n smiled at the two.

“Would it be okay if I interviewed you both?”

“Of course.” Y/n beamed, taking hold of the young woman’s hand. “You don’t mind if I ask you for your name, hon?” 

The young woman’s head perked at Y/n’s comment. 

“Emilia.” 

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Got me jealous over here.” She winked as Emilia blushed.

“You’re such a flirt, Y/n…shall we?”

She handed the microphones to the two actors, who began to play lightsabers with them. 

“Good evening, and welcome to the Academy Museum Gala 2024. I’m Emilia Rivers, and tonight I am here with.”

“Kelso.” He winked into the camera.

“and Jackie from that 70s show.” Y/n smiled cheekily. 

“Sorry, sorry. Y/n L/n.” 

“And Joe Keery.” 

During their interview, Timothee interrupted Joe by giving him a peck on the cheek. 

Emilia contained a giggle as Christian panned the camera to Y/n, who held her mic firmly and fluttered her eyelashes. 

“And there, folks, is a new and beautiful romance between two star-crossed lovers.” 

“I apologise on behalf of him. Please continue, Emilia.” Joe’s statement cleared the air.

“Thank you, Joe. Now I have one more question for you both.”

“Shoot away, hon.”

“As you know, we have two brand new faces here tonight. Have you come across the Netflix TV series Monsters?”

Joe beamed at the question, whereas Y/n blankly stared at Emilia. 

“Yes, of course, I’ve watched it. I found it quite interesting. The art between separation of reality and fiction.” Joe’s words began as Y/n zoned out. She had no interest in watching a TV show about murders or a documentary. At least in the documentary, it's fact rather than an overly sexualised fantasy. Too in her thoughts, she missed Emilia's call out to her. 

“Hmm?”

“Emilia here asked about-” Joe started.

“Oh yes! I remember, haha, sorry. No, I haven’t, sadly. Though I do recall my grandmother,  according to my sister, did but only made it through a few episodes. Too modern for her taste, haha.” She finished tucking a strand of hair.

Emilia smiled at Y/n’s actions. 

“That’s so adorable. Well, thank you so much for the interview tonight. I hope you both have a wonderful rest of the night.”

The two actors smiled kindly, thanking Emilia and Christian, as Y/n blew kisses.

“God bless you both.” 

Joe excitedly rubbed his palms together as the two walked away. 

“She was very nice.”

“Yeah, she was the nicest and most beautiful presenter I've spoken to all year round…she and Christian look cute together. Did you see how they shot each other those cute little looks? Ahhh, young love, how beautiful.” Y/n sang with a skip. 

“You know, for someone who loves her paranormal, blood, gore and murder. It freaks me out how you still have a soft spot for romance.” Joe laughed and died a little when he noticed Y/n went quiet. 

“Out of all the interviews I've had this year. Emilia is the first person not to ask about Bill.” She sighed.

“That bad, huh?”

She paused and rested a hand on her temple. 

“I…uh…I just… it’s hard, you know. I’ve known him since I was sixteen years old… honestly, I didn’t think he would take a liking to me…someone ten years his junior, ya know.”

Joe nodded along to her words. “Yeah, I understand… but hey, I’m also ten years your senior.” 

She smiled, shaking her head before she met his eye. 

“I know, but with you… it feels perfect… I feel somewhat safe in the presence of you and Timmy. Hell, even the little encounters I’ve had with Lorenzo…I know, I know, it's weird that I say that. But you, Timmy and Lorenzo, don't cast a big shadow over me. You three don't make me feel like I’m being swallowed whole… but for my father, Bill is perfect.” Joe knew where Y/n was coming from and how she felt. He saw it for himself when Bill would show up on the set of Stranger Things to see her. 

He thought the two looked cute together despite their height and age difference. But secretly,, he was hoping Lorenzo and Y/n would finally date. 

Joe and even Timmy could see it in her eyes; they didn’t sparkle for Bill. But only for him, Lorenzo Zurzolo. 

Joe turned to Y/n and grasped her hand. “Come on, let’s go find Hailee and Ella.”

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On the other side of the gala, two men stood beside each other, posing for the cameras. 

Flash!

Snap!

Flash!

Snap! 

His eyes squinted, and lights blinded him, but he still held his stance firm, death glare along his handsome features. 

“Alright, that’s a wrap. Thank you, Nicholas and Cooper.” 

They sighed and moved to the side after being there for hours. The relentless photos, interviews, and check-ins with event staff and other celebrities were starting to annoy him.

“Hey, check that cutie out. She seems like your type, Nick. Small, bright eyes.” Cooper pointed out. 

Following his friend's gaze, he noticed a young girl interviewing Selena Gomez. While she was attractive, her beauty didn’t intrigue him. He craved being star-struck and amazed by a woman’s presence. 

“Hey.” 

To their surprise, the two Monsters actors were face to face with none other than Joe Keery. 

“I’m Joe Keery, nice to meet you.” Joe greeted, holding out his hand. 

Nicholas smiled and took hold of Joe’s hand, giving it a firm shake. 

“Hey, Nicholas Chavez.” 

Joe Keery, the late 2010s heartthrob who captured his ex-girlfriend's heart.

Nicholas’ smile deflated at the thought of his ex. His gaze became harsh as he took in Joe's features. Luscious brown hair, warm brown eyes. 5’11 and built like an athlete. 

The young actor understood the fascination. 

The two men shared similar features, such as brown eyes, hair and tan skin. But compared to him, Joe was small. He did not compare to Nicholas’ thick, solid muscles and his overpowering 6’2 hulking figure. 

Nicholas's intimidating gaze was humbled. There, she stood a few meters away from Joe. 

Her flowing red dress danced with her laughter while her hand rested softly on Timothee Chalamet’s bicep. With a smile, her eyelashes fluttered as she gazed up at the blue-eyed man. 

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he took in her features. H/c hair was neatly styled in a Dutch braid. A few wisps of hair fell in front of her eyes. The colour of e/c eyes with a hint of red when in the light were complimented by long black eyelashes that brushed so gently against her fair cheeks. He wished she was looking at him with the glint in her eye instead of Timothee. 

Feeling eyes burning on their back, both Y/n and Timothee turned to find a strange young man amongst a group of Joe’s, staring them down. Moving in closely, Y/n pulled Timothee closer to her as her gaze hardened; two can play at this game fuckface. She thought.

“The hell is he looking at?”

“Y/n, you can’t say that.” 

The young woman turned her attention to her best friend and smirked. “I can do and say as I please, Timmy.” 

“Nick, you okay, man?” Cooper called. Turning his gaze toward the group, he smiled. 

“Yeah…just who’s she.” The two men followed his stare to Y/n, who was getting ready to give Nicholas the finger. 

“Y/n! Put your finger down right now.” Timothee's voice called from across the room. 

"Spoil my fun, why don't ya?" 

Joe and Cooper share a look, stunned by the young woman’s menacing behaviour. She sure is one of a kind. Not afraid to be who she was. 

“Who? Oh, her, she’s Y/n L/n. She’s an interesting one at first. She’s not easily swooned by men and not easily open to women. Hence her almost giving you the finger.” The statement made Nicholas chuckle. This girl seemed feisty, a challenge he could work with.

“I’ll break her walls down… Watch me… by the end of this year, she’ll be my girl.”

“Ha, good luck with that, Romeo. She’s head over heels for Lorenzo Zurzolo, according to sources.” Cooper purred.

Tags: @comfortzonequeen

A/N: let me know if there are any ideas you would like to see or even if you want me to do one shots on Nicholas Chavez characters. feel free to dm or something. Idk, but chapter 1 in is the works. Until next time.

[that-rat--bastard]

notes and explanations for each below cut (warning that i love ignoring canon and playing with the characters like dolls lmao)

bunch of scp scientist busts just for character design practice and because yall supposedly liked the iceberg drawing so

Clef- i made up how i draw meri before him, so i just made him look like his daughter lol. they have the same hair, but clef takes shit care of his so it looks gross. i think his eyes switch colors consistently, and his tongue is neon blue and pointy. usually shades his face with his hat around lower personal

Kondraki- he's starting to bald but refuses to cut his hair. He keeps bugs in his pockets, he looks a lot sweeter than he actually is hes an asshole lmao. he also def has reading glasses

Iceberg- looks a lot meaner than he is, hes just really sleep deprived. likes to think he was born to be a mad scientist and forced to be a sad office worker. fresh outta college and losing his mind. also he's cold to the touch and is permanently hypothermic. his locs get icy sometimes and they'd crunch if you'd grab them. also transgenderism......

Gear- kinda just here. ignore that hes in a different artstyle i cant draw men.... also balding, but iceberg begs him to not just shave it. not actually emotionless hes just silly like that. pushing 50 and kinda lame. hes starting to think hes gay but he has a job so theres no time for that

Agatha rights- the sweetest woman you literally ever meet, but she also kills people. wears really impractical outfits to work, like high heels and short skirts. not actually a whore tho lmao!! theres rumors she slept her way into her position, but she actually murdered her way there! :) leaves cookies in the break room for everyone to take

light- short fat and an absolute bitch. has a reputation to uphold so she acts real nice. absolute milf and refuses to put her hair up. toys the line between looking professional and not. really prim and proper in meetings but hits and throws things when shes mad. sneaky little bitch but we lover her

glass- he's so scared someone help him. obv does the psych evaluations and is probably the only normal person in that facility. literally just some guy but he also just looks really nervous all the time. he's all limb and tall as hell. sometimes cant tell if hes scared of the other scientist or thinks there all hot.

crow- somehow came to terms with being turned into a dog. very pretty golden retriever but he has the voice of a grouchy middle-aged guy. his glasses help with color correction. because. you know. hes a dog now. idk why hes a dog but he is now. slowly going gray and doesnt wanna think about his mortality. has to wear a silly collar with his ID. misses his thumbs

theres no bright because i couldnt decide if i was going to draw Elias or jack because fuck admin bright

[nuka-goblin]

reference sheets for some of my Fallout ocs! may add more of them later, but for now these guys are my main faves :)

Bios under the cut

Baron: A Pre-War pilot in the US Air Force. He met @sawyingthroughthewasteland 's Sole, Sawyer, while at a Navy officer school. After being shot down over Alaska he signed up for an experimental 'super soldier' program and frozen. The freeze was only meant to last one month, but that was before the bombs fell.

200 years later, the Enclave finds him in one of their labs, unfreezes him, and takes him to Raven Rock to perform experiments on him. Then, when Hannah happened to Raven Rock, he fled to the Brotherhood of Steel. 10 years after that, the BoS sends an envoy to the Commonwealth to find out what happened to the Prydwen - turns out, Sawyer happened. Reunited once again, Baron leaves the BoS and marries Sawyer. These days, he pilots for the Minutemen.

Dee: Born to a nuclear physicist and a Nobel prize winning biochemist, three years after being sealed in Vault 76 along with some of the most brilliant minds in America. Unfortunately, as Dee grew it turned out she wasn't brilliant - at least, not compared to her peers, the genius children and prodigies in her Vault classes. Her parents had high hopes for her, even naming her after the Hindu concept of 'dharma,' but she rebelled against expectation at every opportunity. She despised her know-it-all peers, her overbearing family, and the shit attitudes of every privileged asshole in the Vault. The Wasteland and everyone in it turned out to be much more fun.

Hannah: Ever since she was a baby, Hannah was the sweetest person you'd have ever met. (We don't talk about the toddler years.) Her father raised her Christian like her mother, but her innate sense of right and wrong always overpowered her respect for rules, God, or the Overseer - and that got her into trouble. When the Overseer made a poor choice, hurt anyone, or even said anything unkind, Hannah made sure to let him know. Many people saw her as a troublemaker for that reason - especially Butch, who hated that she always tattled on him. But she was the apple of her father's eye, and she was just as intelligent and gifted in both science and medicine as him. This served her well in the Wasteland. She's a pacifist, a paragon of virtue, and yet the Wasteland has done its damnedest to break her. Someday, it'll succeed, but her friends will do their best to delay it.

Pascha: From birth, Pascha was told she was the Chosen One. Her grandmother passed when she was young, but she knew she had big shoes to fill. Luckily, that suited Pascha (or Paz, to her pals) just fine. She always liked the power and respect. That's not to say she didn't do plenty to earn it - she was never one to sit still. She was constantly improving herself, waiting for the day she got to prove that she really was the Chosen One. Once that day came, she was eager to be a hero; but it turned out that while being a legend came naturally, acting like a hero just wasn't her style.

Peggy: Raised in a big family on a brahmin farm near Redding, but a woman with more pre-War sensibilities, Peggy left home shortly after her beloved father was conscripted into the NCRA and sent to the Mojave front. She enlisted to follow him; although she had no combat skills whatsoever, it was discovered that she had a rare and unique skillset that made her an excellent... secretary! She maneuvered to get assigned as Colonel Hsu's personal aide, hoping to leverage her position to get her father sent back home, but her father isn't the only man she ends up caring for.

Snake Eyes: Six isn't sure who she used to be before, but she doesn't particularly care. Fueled by vengeance and greed, Six kills, pays off and betrays whoever she needs to in the service of Mr. House, all in the interest of enjoying the luxury, power and respect that comes with the job. She isn't always proud of what she's done, especially to her friends, but the caps, chems and sex that she's paid in helps keep her numb to herself while the Mojave languishes around her. She goes by Six, but most people call her Snake Eyes, owing to perhaps her one scarred eye, her capacity for betrayal, or maybe her supernatural luck. That said, only the very stupid or the very brave will call her that to her face.

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Run to each other

She’s had enough for sure. She is so tired of Connor of treating her like shit. Treating her like a doormat walking all over her emotionally and mentally. So at this karaoke place you knew it was perfect timing to tell your best friend Caitlin how you felt about her. You stood on stage. But before you did you said, “This song is described to you Caitlin. I love you. And began to your cover version of under pressure by Queen and David Bowie. After the song was over her bf and everyone looked at you. They all have you a disgusted look. You just sang a song and admitted you’re in love with Caitlin. And she accepted Connor’s marriage proposal because he pressured her to do so. Even though she doesn’t wanna marry him.

You walked off the stage and didn’t care who gave you dirty looks. Caitlin thought about everything you said in the song. She looked at Connor. He stood up. And while he stood up he said to you, “You..Are an asshole”. He said to you. You breathed. “Yeah”. You said. And you walked away.

Caitlin stood up and she was angry. “Connor don’t call her that!! She’s the sweetest girl I know and-“ He looked at her. “Oh, shut up!” He said to her. And now everyone looked at him like they wanted to kill him.

And Caitlin remembers what you once said. “What you think you want isn’t always what you want. And what you truly want is what you really need”. And she took off the ring and slammed it down on the table. “It’s over. We are over”. Caitlin said to Connor. And she ran to where you walking. “(Y/n)! Wait!!” Caitlin yelled to you. You turned around. “Yeah?” You said. And while she ran to you, you ran to her.

“I LOVE YOU!!” You and and Caitlin said at the same time. “I’ve loved you quite a while now”. You said to her. “I’ve fallen so in love with you and-“ And she kissed you. “I love you very much. You’re the woman of my dreams. You make me smile. You make me laugh. Everyday with you is special. Please (Y/n). Will you be my girlfriend?” Caitlin asked you.

“Yes! Yes I will!!” You said. And she kissed you again. And you and Caitlin walked out together as a couple.

[z00oo1]

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Burglars break into the mansion in search of the safe and stumble upon the lady of the house.

A Small Mishap @garrison-girl-08

which someone hurt the reader (wife) and she didn't tell Thomas until he found out himself.

The Layers of Thomas Shelby @theonewiththefanfics

Fear was an emotion Tommy elicited in others. He never thought he'd feel it himself. Not like that. Never like that...

Don’t Be Late @dandelionprints

When Tommy makes a promise to his wife he could never imagine that breaking it could potentially cost Y/N her life.

Ellie Williams

Glue @whore-era

_ jackson's sweetest girl crushes on the town's grumpy asshole.

Risk @scentedmarkerhq

"That’s not a risk I’m willing to take,

argumentive @hotxcheeto

Ellie gets mad at fem reader because of a little fight

Tommy Miller

Then & Now @musings-of-a-rose

Be Your Armour @heartpascal​

tommy x platonic reader

Violent Delights, Violent Ends @ay0nha

Tommy wanted to hold you, scratch softly at your skin like he had when he met you. His heart always ignored the warning of mixing business and pleasure. You were clever, though, discovering that his touches were exchanged for information and nothing more.

Anakin Skywalker

Its not too late @starlazergazer

Anakin gets a second chance

Flirting with the darkside @starlazergazer

Daemon Targaryen

Scarlet Bound @barbiedragon

Dragons, deaths, and dreams will dominate your world all while being bound to your brother and husband, Daemon Targaryen.

Captial @arabellasleopardcoat

You think you married the plainest woman on earth, and you look away for one second and suddenly she is not. Typical. At least, for Daemon.

Aril @bohemian-nights 

Children are a blessing from the Gods. They fill one’s halls with cherubic laughter. Gracing each chamber that they occupy with sweet little melodies. And yet Dragonstone’s halls remained empty.

Geralt Of Rivia

The Ballad of Orpheus and Eurydice @ro-is-struggling

Life was good when Geralt was by her side. They were in love and happy... Until they weren't and she was left alone once again. After spending so much time under his protection, she had forgotten how dangerous the world was for creatures like her.

Spellbound @thewritersaddictions

The only female witcher is frozen in time at Kaer Morhen, but when Geralt brings Ciri there, something magical and extraordinary happens. Reuniting two past lovers.

Love, Persevering @starryeyedstories

On his journey to Kaer Morhen for the winter, Geralt makes his yearly visit to you.

The Cottage At The Edge Of The Woods @starryeyedstories

When monsters are cruel and the Continent is crueller, Geralt knows he can always find a few days of peace with you, the gentle healer who lives in the cottage at the edge of the woods.

[shizunitis]

Tell me about Thousand Autumns and why I should read it. (I think that’s the thing you reblog a lot of with the guy with the white stripe in his hair?)

Aside from the fact that Yan Wushi, the love interest of the novel and Danmei’s cuntiest dilf, is my deadbeat father and legal guardian, and thus should inspire you to read it for his role in my life?

Basically: Read Thousand Autumns? Please? For me? 🥺

Actual answer under the cut since this is getting longer than I expected (I’m too tired to actually try and be concise about it, so sorry.)

It features: lying and deceit, sect politics, jianghu fuckery, a temporarily blind and depowered MC, political intrigue, awesome fight scenes, a wonderful cast of supporting characters, interesting takes on the cultivation system, social commentary, an incredible dynamic between the main couple that isn’t front-and-centre, dramatic not-confessions, and the sweetest little sex monster of a woman you’ll ever meet. (She’s my favourtie character. She’s like if Sha Hualing was in love with Shen Qingqiu. Do you see?)

It’s a much more mature relationship than what we see with SVSSS, by virtue of happening between two people whose identites are, in spite of their circumstances, on sturdier foundations.

Now, then, the circumstances:

Shen Qiao, who must start from the ground up in every possible way, while he’s suffering from amnesia—something which Yan Wushi takes full advantage of, the bastard—is the true embodiment of an enlightened daoist. He’s a former sect leader and an honest, hard-working, good person; he is also not a pushover, and the moments he decides to bother standing up for himself are more satisfying than if he retaliated with fury and vengeance. He is relentless in how fairly he treats the world in spite of its rejection of him.

Yan Wushi: villain-love interest, leader of a demonic sect, and a jaded man convinced of the world’s cruelty. He believes it an ugly, vicious place that will snuff out all light by force. He attempts to break down Shen Qiao’s righteousness and honesty by being very gay Disney villain about it, and tries to get him to join him and see the world theough his eyes. He’s cunty, and an asshole, and makes horrible decisions to prove his own convictions, and he pushes, and takes, and betrays, and does everything but lay down his arms and accept defeat, even in the face of certain death.

They have a convoluted, twisted road ahead of them from the very beginning of the story. And yet, they gravitate towards each other even when they renege each other, falling back into each other’s orbit not with ease, but ruled by a profound understanding of their differences. How they navigate them, how they make space for each other, how they interact— Wonderful. Beautiful. Excruciating. I adore them.

Whether by design or coincidence, their lives tangle so much that they become inextricably linked, and the longer the story goes, you begin to see the cracks in both of their resolves to try and change the other. Their dynamic is gripping.

It is, however, not the main plot of the novel. Arguably, their relationship features as an accessory to the plot, rather than its focus. It plays a big part in how the plot unfolds and it does affect both Shen Qiao’s and Yan Wushi’s relationship and interactions with the world, but it’s—

I kind of felt, you know, like it was being preserved away from the world in a way. Like it was kept for them. Don’t know exactly why, or how I could give arguments to support this idea without spoiling some stuff, but. They have married bickering couple energy. You know?

There’s some CW’s, for sure. If you need a list I can definitely lay them out, so shoot me another ask in that case. Otherwise, I hope my deeply sleep deprived attempt at listing off why Thousand Autumns is worth reading works. If not, I got to call Yan Wushi a gay Disney villain, so I got my needs met for today!

Also: Do I reblog Thousand Autumns that much? I know it’s more than Erha, but. Hm. Maybe I should make it a bit more clear exactly how I feel about Mo Ran. Wouldn’t want the hierarchy to be destabilised.

[imaginesbymonika]

Tender | Part 1

Pairing: Robbie Williams × Gallagher!sister reader

Plot: There's nothing more heartbreaking than appearing in your (secret) ex-boyfriend's new biopic. Especially when it reveals unknown truths that shift the almost forgotten past into a brand-new light...

Previous Part

Y/N stares at her screen. She has never been happier to be living alone than right now. If anyone would walk in right now and catch sight of her in this condition, they probably would be calling the first church from the phone book. To ask them to carry out an exorcism on her. Y/N can’t even remember the last time she had blinked, let alone done anything else than watch this stupid video on repeat.

She stares at her phone. That‘s why she didn't have any social media. Fuck. Why did she let her brother convince her that having a Twitter account would be a good thing? “Ya can keep notifications on for me account.”, Liam had told her, a few weeks ago while they were catching up at a random pub. “So I can read profanities all day long?” “No, so ye can read me having an important vision.” He took a sip of his Guinness:” It’s like reading the bible, ye know. But in a cool way.” She shouldn’t have listened, she really shouldn't have.

Also, she didn't think that she was noteworthy anyway. She never had more than 40,000 followers at a time, and the only people who followed her were her brothers, some teenagers (who had discovered Oasis through TikTok), and some middle-aged men who recognized her from those 8 years when she had been working as Oasis’ bassist (and thought she was hot back then)

Nevertheless, things have changed. Because as of right now, she was close to 300,000 fucking followers. Ever since yesterday morning to be specific, since Better Man hit the cinemas- since everyone found out about her once secret relationship with Robbie fucking Williams.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, she mutters and finally closes her eyes. It stings for a moment, however, once the tears emerge she misses the subtle pain. Because she doesn’t want to cry. And she doesn’t really understand why she feels the way she feels. This has been a thing of the past. Why did Robbie have to include her in his fucking movie?

Her phone rings.

“Yeah?”, she asks, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“Are you okay?”, Noel’s soft voice through the speaker brings a fresh set of tears to her eyes. Over the years, she had to read awful things about her two brothers, from calling them arrogant bastards and narcissists to straight-up assholes. And while most of it was real…when it came to her, they were the nicest and sweetest people to exist.

The woman takes a deep but shaky breath:” I don’t- I have no idea what to feel right now.” She hears how he lights up a cigarette. “It’s so weird, you know… he drops this bombshell and just…”

“I know… would you want him to call you?”

“I would appreciate any form of communication.”

There’s a long silence following her statement. You both listen to the cigarette sizzle, and Y/N wishes she hadn’t given up on smoking. She could really need a cigarette right now.

“It’s going to be alright.”, he suddenly lets out:” You know. In a month or two, everyone will have forgotten about it.” But she won’t. She knows she won’t. This feels like scratching a nearly healed wound open again. Tears once again emerge in her eyes and she quickly stands up. She steps over to the massive window and looks outside. “It’s just… I’m really sorry, Noel.”, she says running a hand through her hair before grabbing a handful of it:” I’m sorry I didn’t tell you anything about it back then-.”

“No, I get it.”, he cuts her off:” Considering what Liam did after he found out, I get why you wouldn’t have wanted me to find out.”

“Wait…what did Liam do?”

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Jack x Southern/country!reader

He met you in Nashville after a Predators v Devils game, out for a drink in one of the downtown bars.

You approached him, and he fell in love with your southern drawl immediately.

You’re not sure what you fell for first, but he was so sweet, it was cute.

You put your hat on his head, and the rest was history.

Jack is spoken with a hard A and K, but his middle name sounds so much better rolling off your tongue. It almost makes him like it.

He’s an outdoorsy guy, but certainly not a country guy. He may like the music, but the lifestyle does not live with that one.

Jack’s spider paranoia is amusing to you. You grew up in barns where they crawled everywhere.

When he calls, you come, with a shoe, magazine, sometimes just your hand. You’ll go to extreme lengths to kill the bug wherever it is. If you have to climb on the sink you will, or the kitchen counter. And if the spider crawled under furniture, you’ll move it until you find the little bugger.

Jack still thinks “bless your/his heart” is a sweet phrase. Ellen giggles when you say it, because she knows it’s not.

Of course his brothers love you. They think it’s interesting, your dynamic.

Quinn likes to get on you sometimes, saying he can’t understand you, and it takes you two or three times of repeating yourself to realize he’s just making fun of your accent. He usually gets punched for it.

You make Luke laugh. Your accent does, your idioms, mannerisms. He loves it all. And you love making the youngest brother happy.

At the Lake House, you and Jack definitely go off on boat trips together. Sometimes it’s just for a little alone time on the lake, other times it’s because he knows you have the craziest kind of fun, and he likes to have you all to himself.

Most evenings when you’re on your way back to the dock, Jack’s leaned back steering, and you’re standing next to him with a can in one hand and the other carding through his pretty hair.

When you’re silent, Jack knows your mad. You can be the sweetest, kindest, most loving woman in the universe. But you have your father’s anger.

People usually don’t test you, but when Jack does, he gets an earful.

His team likes you. Nico can’t understand you. It makes you laugh. He’s always making faces at you when you talk.

You tried taking Jack hunting with you once while you were visiting his family. He didn’t last more than five minutes, including the walk out to the woods. He wanted to talk too much, you sent him right back to the house. Jim came out not long after. He made a much better hunting buddy.

You’ll sing to him. Jack loves to hear you sing. Most of the time it’s when you’re in a lovey mood, cooking, or when he’s had a bad day and he’s asking for a little affection.

The first time he met your parents, they were both bewildered. They liked Jack, but boy was he funny to watch on the farm.

So lost. Trying his best, but just falling short. It was cute.

You asked him to come help you with a sheep birth once. He threw up. You asked him to come help you move the cows. He tried to pet one of the calves. You had to practically push him over the fence when the mom came after him. You told him not to. He shook like a leaf for a while after that incident.

The horses though. Jack loved the horses. It took him some time to figure out how to ride, and you were patient, but once he got the hang of it, you guys would go for hours. Nothing was hotter than the sight of Jack in jeans and a flannel, sat on top one of your favorite horses, with that beautiful smile on his lips.

You eventually did find something he could keep up with. You let him wash the dogs in the front yard, and help your mom with her garden. He enjoyed that a lot more than all of the animals. Though he learned that the free range chickens are assholes to strangers, and the rooster was not a big fan of him.

It made you laugh the first time you came up into the yard, watching Jack waving a tiny spade at your rooster, shouting “chill out” while it tried to get close enough to peck him.

Jack’s favorite thing though? Your lake. He’d spent one of his Christmas breaks with you at your family’s house, waiting impatiently for the lake to freeze over. And the second it did, you guys were out skating and playing hockey.

You revoked the ‘no checking’ rule. Neither of you ever hit each other hard. It was only ever playful little pushes. But admittedly you were known to get aggressive when Jack was winning. And that previously mentioned temper would get to you if Jack teased you too much about losing.

You’d spend as much time as you could out on the frozen lake, before dragging your ice sickle of a boyfriend inside to cuddle up by the fireplace, usually with marshmallows and hot chocolate. You liked yours burnt. Jack hated kissing you after you ate them.

And of course, after a lot of arguing, you got your parents approval on letting him sleep with you. Jack was usually out like a light the second he hit the bed after being on the farm all day. You’d usually still be up, leaning against the headboard with his head on your lap, reading a book.