#so you’ve got children who grow up not caring about reading

[noturmuse]

Your country has a low literacy rate because you keep telling ppl that the arts and humanities are pointless!!!!!!!

[mellowyellow236]

How Would the TWST Boys react to a Yuu/Reader like the “Princess” in their movie?

While the reader is gender neutral, when I use the word “Princess”, I mean the leading female character in their movies, the exception being Savanaclaw (The Reader is based on Belle from Beauty and the Beast; I thought it fit more than Nala and most other characters are male or side characters) All drabbles are meant to be interpreted as romantic, except for those in Ramschakle, Ortho, or if otherwise stated, but most can also be read as platonic. Some are just headcanons, while others are more like a story. 

This is not an idea unique to me! However, I’ve seen a lot of people do it so I’m not sure who the original was. 

As always, if you have anything to add or any questions, please leave a comment or ask. Requests are open! 

All parts below the cut :)  

Heartslabyul: Alice from Alice In Wonderland 

Riddle Rosehearts - 

Pre-overblot Riddle isn’t the biggest fan of how you act. Why is he painting the roses? Because that’s the rule. Doesn’t it hurt them? No, it’s magic, obviously. Why is it a rule? Because it is, stop asking so many pointless questions. 

He grew up in an environment where he wasn’t meant to question the rules, so to see someone question the rules and everything about the world? He doesn’t know how to handle it. You’re not breaking any rules, but would you if given the chance? Is that ground to collar you? 

Post-overblot, Riddle finds that he quite likes you. He thinks you’re a positive influence, and can balance him out well. If he’s following the rules too hard, he just has to think like you do and ask why the rule exists. He has a little mini-you in his head to keep him in check. 

He likes to walk around Heartslabyul with you. “You get lost too easily” is his main excuse, but he just wants to spend time with you. After all, you're his favorite troublemaker. He has to try to take care of you. 

Platonic - If you were an actual child like Alice, he would try his best to give you all the treats and things he never got to have growing up. He’s pretty over-indulgent, all things considered. He has to stop himself from spoiling your dinner by giving you tarts... 

Trey Clover - 

Trey thinks that you’re very sweet, and bakes you lots of treats. 

Can your questioning be annoying? Yes. Does that mean that he won’t often entertain your questions and try to find answers? No. If anyone in Heartslabyul is willing to answer all of your questions, or at least try to, it’s him. 

The one thing is that he needs to hide all of his sweets from you... ‘Eat Me’ doesn’t actually mean you can eat whatever it is all the time, you know? He has treats you can eat here, just leave those for the unbirthday party later alone! 

Platonic - If you’re the same age as Alice was, he goes full dad mode. He makes you lunches and dinners, gives you piggyback rides whenever you want, and invites you over to help you study. he probably has one of those toddler leashes people use for chaotic children for you so you don’t get lost in the garden again. 

Cater Diamond - 

Cater likes how curious you are. It makes him think of you as a younger sibling, and he gets to show you around. He might even hide you away from Riddle if he notices that you’ve been munching on one of his tarts. 

Ask him whatever questions you’d like! He doesn’t have all the answers, but he’ll happily google it or ask MagiCam if they’ve got them. 

Speaking of MagiCam, prepare to be put on there a lot. You have such pretty dresses, like a doll! He loves to take pictures of you in the garden, you blend right in with the other students. If he can get you to stay still for long enough, that is. 

Platonic, Angst - If you’re the same age as Alice was, expect him to try and dote on you a lot. He knows what it’s like to move away from everything and everyone that you love, even if it’s different from you, and he wants to try to make it as easy as he can for you.

Ace Trapolla - 

Ace thinks that you’re a funny person. You’re constantly asking stupid questions, you often eat treats, and you seem to know even less than he does about manners and the Queen of Hearts’ rules. 

And you’re so fun to tease! You’ll get all mad and then run off, or skip the getting mad part to leave and go a different route whenever the garden gets a bit too wild. 

Not to mention, you’ll try just about anything put your way. Expect plenty of pranks from him giving you magical cookies and drinks. They’ll wear off soon enough, but he still wants to have fun while he has to chance. 

Not to mention, you’re just as bad at studying as he is. Talk about fate, you two can run away and skip class to go hang out in the hedge maze together. Just make sure Riddle doesn’t catch you two again... 

Platonic - If you’re the same age as Alice was, then Ace somehow becomes a much better person to you. He doesn’t like getting teased by his older brother, so even if he does it to you a bit, it’s not too much. And then he gets you treats and will sometimes carry you around, so he more than makes up for it. 

Deuce Spade - 

Deuce sees you kind of as an enigma. You aren’t too concerned about getting home; You want to, but it doesn’t seem to concern you so much as finding answers to your immediate problems. 

And yet, you still seem so interested in the world, never losing what you wanted to do. Yes, you’ll pout and glare when Riddle corrects you or Ace teases you, but soon enough you’ll go back to your lust for life. It’s commendable to him. 

You’re one of his favorite people, and he wants to protect you. You don’t know how to defend yourself too well, from words or fists, and so he tries his best to do it for you. 

Platonic - If you’re the same age as Alice was, you’ve got a very sweet Duece as an older brother. You’re his younger sibling in his head, and so he’s kind of protective. He tries to help you out to do things, even if he’s hopeless at all kinds of school as well, and makes sure you don’t go down the wrong path like he did. 

Savanaclaw: Belle from Beauty And The Beast

Leona Kingscholar - 

Leona... Oh, Leona. The first thing he wants to do is hit you. Why are you hanging around him? He’s done everything in his power to get away, and yet you refuse to. What is wrong with you? 

And then he gets used to it. Oh the seven, he gets used to it. You’re not in the botanical gardens to read to him during your lunch break? Now you are. He went to the library to go get you, you better follow him. You have work to do so you can’t? Well, no one ever said he had to leave. They can’t tell him to, he’s a prince, anyway. 

Speaking of being a prince, he once made an offhanded comment about his home having a library in the palace. Cue you gushing all about it and Leona trying to figure out if he’d rather take you home to see it or build you your own in Ramshackle. In the end, he does neither, but he does give you his and his brother's NRC and RSA textbooks, respectively. Now you have double the reading material, and Leona only had to sacrifice some of his pride to ask, rather than all of it by bringing you home. 

He starts to fall for you before he realizes it. You’re so nice to him, and never see him as lesser even after he tells you that he doesn’t have the energy to study ever. You just read him the material, and he soon realizes that he picks up on it more when you’re reading. It doesn’t cure him, he still doesn’t show up to class, but at least he feels better about himself now that he’s able to learn something. 

Angst - He doesn’t want to introduce you to his family, but he gets a little more tempted after you talk about your father. His parents weren’t the best, but hearing you talk about him makes him think of his older brother more than anything else. And if you talk about how he got lost badly in the woods once and you couldn’t find him, until the carriage found you, Leona is forced to think about how he and Checka felt when he left for NRC and started barely coming back. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to convince Leona that he can love not just you, and not just his family, but himself as well. 

Ruggie Bucchi - 

Ruggie gets you. You both came from places where money was often tight and with one guardian, even if you were in a small village and he was in the slums. Incredibly different in most ways, but similar in enough. He knows what it’s like to have someone tell you you can’t do or be something because of factors you can’t control. 

He likes hearing you talk about yourself. It’s refreshing, to see someone just offering up information without expecting anything in return. He’s not afraid you’re going to hit him like he is at home, and you seem aghast if he brings it up. It’s a lot of fun being with you. 

You read to him, too. Long stories and short ones, and for the first time he’s okay with sitting still for a couple of hours. He loves to nap on you while you read. It’s a great chance for him to relax and for you to be able to share whatever book has your interest at the time. 

Jack Howl - 

Jack thinks that you’re a pretty good person. After all, you treat everyone so nicely. But to him, that isn’t anything special. You’re just another face in the crowd at first. 

But one day, he gets hurt while running near Ramshackle, and you find him. He’s surprised and enamored, not only by how you were able to walk all that way just to explore but also because of how you were able to patch him up so nicely. Someone who can do physical activity and knows enough to do first aid? He’s impressed. 

Afterwards, he starts hanging around you more. He thinks that your love of learning and reading, as well as your adventurous spirit, is beautiful. He wants to get closer to you and become your friend or more. 

Also, that one thing you hear people do where one guy’s doing pushups and the other’s sitting on their back and reading? He does that. Please read aloud to him, he likes hearing your voice and also knowing that you’re also happy when he spends time with you. 

Octavinelle: Ariel from The Little Mermaid 

Azul Ashengrotto - 

Azul believes you to be rather useful. After all, you were willing to sign a contract immediately, if it hadn’t been for Grim pulling you out. He could get Ramshackle Dorm all for himself very quickly... 

But then, he hears you singing to yourself, and he decides that he must have your voice. Above all else, he wants to listen to you sing. But that has nothing to do with you and everything to do with your voice. He thinks having you work for him would be just as good, at first. 

And you trust him after that. He loves it, loves how you draw in customers, and how you don’t think he’s weird or ugly. You trust him, and you believe in him, and it’s wonderful. 

Angst from here down - ...And then you start talking about a human boy. Someone from another dorm, he doesn’t care who. But they have your heart, and you love them, and he doesn't know what to do with himself. You loved him, but now there’s a pretty human boy that you love more, and you’re only coming to Azul for advice on courting? That’s not right.

In the end, Azul does offer you a contract that will give you a love potion in exchange for your voice. This is what he wanted at the start. This is what he wanted, right? Except he doesn’t want it anymore. He hates the fact that he has no excuses to see you, and you only come to Mostro Lounge for dates with your boyfriend, he hates how you only ever want to write to him about your lover rather than talk about any little thing as you used to. 

In the end, he’s the one that turns into seafoam, alone in his office with only a voice to keep him company, having it repeat the only words he wanted to hear. I love you, I love you, I love you. 

Jade Leech - 

Jade thinks you to be an interesting subject. A merperson, so set on going up to land that you’re almost squealing for joy every minute. How odd. He wants to study you. 

Once you’re working at the Mostro Lounge, he takes his chance to examine how you behave. He tries feeding you, but you use the forks to do your hair. Interesting, you seem to know much less about the human world than he did when coming here. And the names you come up with for them? How on Earth did you even think of something so out there... 

Angst from here down - Out of the Octavinelle trio, he’s the least jealous on the outside. After all, you’re so cheerful and easily distracted, surely this boy must be just a stranger who’s caught your interest for a moment. Floyd does the same thing all the time, and the boy doesn’t even seem to like you back. You’ll be back to asking him about mushrooms in no time. 

But you aren’t. That’s when he starts to go a bit crazy. You haven’t given up on this human boy, why? Because he has legs? You know that potions give Jade the same thing, right? You’re being silly. What does that boy have that he couldn’t give you, right here where you belong? 

He takes it hardest when you lose your voice. Jade’s always loved control, and it’s something he’s always had. But now, he doesn’t. You’ve decided to leave him, and he wasn’t even given a chance at control. Not even a chance to fix whatever it was that he needed to fix. 

He tries to play it off. Of course, he knew. You must have mentioned it, Azul must have told him. He gaslights himself into thinking it wasn’t any more than a snap decision, that you’ll come back within the week month year and make a contract for your voice back, and then Azul will make you stay. Yes, that’s what will happen. Of course, it will. Of course. It couldn’t be any other way. 

Floyd Leech - 

You’re a really fun Shrimpy. You sing, and you do funny stuff with forks and things. You make a great person to hang out around. You even name objects like he names people! “Dinglehopper”? That’s fun, he’s going to start doing it! 

When you start singing for customers at the Mostro Lounge, he’s ecstatic. He gets more time around you, and more people come that he can squeeze, and Jade and Azul are happy! What more could he want? You’re a great, fun Shrimpy that he wants to spend so much time with and squeeze!

Angst from here down - And then you start talking about a boyfriend. What do you mean he’s not the most important person to you? Do you not care about all of the time you’ve spent together? Was he only ever a placeholder? It seems like it when all your hangout time is now time spent with him. 

Floyd misses you, and when he finds out Azul has your voice, he’s mad. He doesn’t even get a little piece of you, the one thing you left here? You didn’t even tell him about it before you did it? Was he really nothing to you? 

You aren’t able to come back to the Mostro Lounge. If you did, Floyd would either smother you in love or kick you out. He can’t stand the thought of you leaving, so why’d you do it? Why’d you have to up and leave him? Why, Shrimpy, why? 

Scarabia: Jasmine from Aladin 

Kalim Al-Asim - 

You and Kalim hit it off right away. At least, from his perspective, you do. You might find him a little annoying, but you bringing your tiger and talking with him like he was your equal? Kalim is over the moon. You treat him like a Jamil that isn’t working for him! That’s a great friendship. 

Speaking of your tiger, he loves him! He gives him lots of crackers until you have to stop him. That seems to make you mad, but now Kalim’s sneaking the tiger various treats that are healthy for tigers. Or, at least, definitely won’t make him sick. 

You hate him, and Kalim... doesn’t get it. Until he goes to your balcony to take you on a carpet ride. For one reason or another, you decide to get onto the carpet, and it’s magical. Alone with only the sky and Kalim, as well as the carpet, it’s like a whole new world opens up. 

Afterward, Kalim notices you treating him differently, but he’s not upset about it. If anything, he’s happy to get your adventurous side. Prepare to give Jamil a heart attack as you take Kalim out to visit the town without warning or preparations. 

Kalim’s happy that he’s made a friend he can be himself around, without needing to worry about titles or politics. To him, you’re a friend for life. 

Jamil Viper - 

Jamil has mixed feelings for you. On one hand, you’re so wealthy that you seem to be wholly unaware of how the world works. But on the other? He is living for how you dislike Kalim. He’s never been so validated when he sees you roll your eyes or scoff, confirming that it’s not just him who finds him annoying. 

You’re still nobility, though, and the fact that you also depend on Jamil for many things doesn’t make him very happy. What do you mean, just buy a new phone? It’s just a scratch, the phone works fine. What do you mean, it’s not that expensive? WHY IS EVERYONE HE INTERACTS WITH LIKE THIS? 

Once you sneak out and Kalim makes him go to find you, though, Jamil is slightly more endeared to you. You may not know how the world works, but you clearly don’t want to be coddled, something he can appreciate, at the very least. 

He starts teaching you how to cook and various other small tasks. He continues to like you more and more as the days go on, trying your best and trying to help him. And you actually pay attention and learn! He likes you a lot by the end of the first year you spend here, enough to let you do his hair if you really want. 

Pomefiore: Snow White from Snow White 

Vil Schoenheit - 

Vil hates you more than Neige, somehow. He’s jealous, and this time, he can’t make some of it go away by saying that you just have a more attractive brand rather than that he just wasn’t prettier. 

Wherever he goes, you’re the one that draws attention. He doesn’t need to worry about too many fans asking for autographs, but that’s only because they want yours instead. Worried that you’ll be bullied when a dating rumor starts? He was, but then it does and he’s the one being told he’s not good enough. 

He ends up playing into it just because he wants to see what it’s like to date you he’s spiteful that his fans like you more than him. So, he’s going to play into it, then they’ll get used to it and he’ll get even more likes from you being in his photos. All of his problems get solved, easy. 

It isn’t until midway through his plan that he starts to like you. You are genuinely kind to him, so sweet and nice that he can’t help but feel some kind of affection for you. You’re a good person, and in the world of stars, that’s rare. Vil loves that kindness, and even if he’s still ungodly jealous no matter the circumstance, he’s much more forgiving of your lack of flaws when he knows that he’s fallen for it as much as your other fans. 

Rook Hunt - 

Oh, mon Dieu! Quelle beauté! You’re gorgeous to Rook, as much as Vil or Neige. Truly, the Monarque de son cœur. You have a kind heart as much as you have a kind soul, and it’s something Rook finds equally endearing as he does anyone else. 

Rook is well aware of the fact that you’re physically beautiful, as well. Often, he’ll come to you listing off every factor that he can about how gorgeous you are, just to let you know he appreciates it. 

Out of everyone, Rook encourages people to praise you the most. He’s not jealous of your looks or of others appreciating you, he’s simply in love with you and wants everyone to be just as in love. After all, the more people that love you, the more confidence Rook hopes you’ll gain, and that would truly be the best accessory for your joyous soul. 

Translations: (Done with Google Translate)

“Oh, mon Dieu! Quelle beauté!” - “Oh my God! What beauty!” 

“Monarque de son cœur” - “Monarch of his heart”

Epel Felmeir - 

Epel is mildly annoyed by your presence. You’re like everything Vil wants him to be. Feminine, sweet, soft-spoken, pretty, and whatever else. Everything that he doesn’t want to be. 

But then you bring him an apple pie. Well, bring is the wrong word. It implies you were there. You had a group of singing bluejays deliver him slices of a pie you stored in your home so Vil wouldn’t notice. And he kind of gets why Vil wants him to be like you. 

He doesn’t want to be like and he doesn’t dislike you for existing in the wrong space anymore. You’re your own person, and a very cute person at that. That just means that the manly thing to do is to take the sweeter person and protect them, right? So now Epel’s your protector, trying his best to make sure that you stay safe and be the best guardian that he can be. 

Ignihyde: Megara from Hercules 

Idia Shroud - 

Idia is afraid of you. At first, he thought you were like him. A comrade, one that was afraid of talking to people. And then he realized the truth... You didn’t fear people. You just didn’t like them. 

You were someone he couldn’t understand at all. Why wouldn’t you talk to people if you didn’t fear them? Why are you solo-leveling if you’ve got a great team? Are you secretly hiding some kind of special skill? Are you the final boss in disguise? 

But the damage was done. He... Had told Ortho in passing that he thought you might be like him. It was too late for his sanity; His brother’s insistence on keeping his social bar full had kicked in. How was he supposed to interact with you after such a wrong assumption? 

You were too snarky when he was gaming, too. What do you mean, ‘it doesn’t look that hard’?! Fine, then, you try! And while you’re at it, here’s his UID in every game he’s ever played! How you like it now, you’re just a level one newb and he’s- Oh the seven what has he done. Now you’ve got access to all his accounts. 

Please just let him crawl into a hole and die a peaceful death. That would be preferable to you bursting into his room to demand answers as to how these games work or for him to invite you into a higher-level dungeon so you can get more rewards. And you don’t just stand to the side and let him fight! At least then it would be a challenge with what characters he could use, but no! You’re in distress, but then you tell him to leave and ‘Have a nice day’ once he tries to save you from the monsters! Why are you like this... 

He does end up enjoying the time you spend with him, though. Once you two open up to each other, about your past lover’s and his brother’s deaths, he feels like he really has a friend. You can tell him that you owe him for getting you into games or for helping you out all you want, but to Idia, you’re the one that he owes. 

Ortho Shroud - 

Ortho loves you. Then again, Ortho loves most people. But especially you. You’re like another older sibling! 

Yes, you’re a bit rude and you seem to send Idia into a state of panic every time you enter the room, but that’s okay! Everyone has their flaws, and to Ortho, you’re just another option for a friend. And his big brother’s, at that! Did you know Idia could make friends on his own? He seemed to have all of these guesses about your personality, but that’s more interest than he shows most people, so at least you’re something with a pulse he can look at! 

He’s cheerful enough to break down your cold exterior. Not only is he a good person, but he’s also loyal and helpful, something you haven’t experienced in a long time. Give him a little while, and he might help bring your personality back to the kinder person you were before the world jaded you. Not in every way, of course, but as your self-appointed little brother, Ortho sure does try to bring you at least some joy. 

Diasonia: Briar Rose/Aurora from Sleeping Beauty 

Malleus Dracona - 

You’re quite the friend for Malleus, and he appreciates you very much. You’re kind and sweet, and you aren’t afraid of him in the slightest. No, more than anything, you seem happy to discuss fairytales with him. 

Malleus appreciates you falling asleep in front of him more than you realize, and more than he thought he would. It’s a form of trust to him. You trust that in your sleep, he won’t attack. He won’t hurt you or kidnap you. Considering the places you fall asleep in, he even sees it as you trusting him to protect you. He’s your guardian dragon now, and you’re never getting away from him. 

If given the chance, he will marry you, especially knowing how you always dreamed of living inside of a fairytale. He wants to make you an actual prince or princess if you give him the chance. That way, your childhood dream can come true, and his modern one can. 

Lilia Vanrouge - 

Lilia loves you. You’re just like Silver! Kind, sleepy, and lovely to everyone. He’s a bat dad at heart, and he’ll try to father you like a broody chicken would a rock. 

He likes to make you various outfits, mostly in pink or blue, or sometimes both, and also tries cooking for you. He doesn’t do very well, but once he almost manages to bake you a cake. It was half-baked and fell over after he tried to move it, but there was an attempt. 

He likes to tease you about how much you sleep, but he’s always willing to help you out. If you ever fall asleep at Diasonia, you’ll wake up with a pillow under your head and a blanket covering you. Even if he doesn’t say it, it’s obvious who left them once you start finding him cuddled up to you. 

Silver “Vanrouge” - 

Silver thinks that you’re an endearing person. After all, you’re willing to watch over him while he’s napping or nap with him. He’s even woken up to you making flower crowns for him and the various animals in the woods! It was very nice of you all. 

Expect stories from him. He loves to tell you stories, and then watch you laugh and smile with them. 

And you get along with the forest creatures! They stole his jacket once, and when he woke up and you were in a clearing, dancing and humming with them, he fell for you so hard. 

He’s happy that you’re willing to spend so much time with him even though he falls asleep so much. If you ever let him use you as a pillow, he’ll be eternally thankful. 

Sebek Zigvolt - 

Sebek does not like you. Not one bit. 

He already has Silver to deal with, and now you’re falling asleep, too! What is he to do, having to defend you two when you’re tired AND Malleus! 

But when you’re awake, he thinks that you’re fine. 

You’re curious, but that’s good because you’re also observant. A fine thing to have when you’re with a knight. 

Besides, you like listening to him talk about classic fae stories. You call them fairy tales, but you are more interested than most humans, and he gives you credit for recognizing how amazing the fae are. 

Ramshackle: Belle (Scrooge’s Previous Fiance) from A Christmas Carol  

Ghosts - 

The ghosts think you’re a wonderful person. 

You take care of things around the house, and you don’t mind the chills sometimes, or when they sneak up on you. 

They wish that you weren’t so used to living without much, but that’s okay. They can protect you now that you’re here. 

Telling them stories about your old world is lots of fun for them. After all, they don’t get out of Ramshackle dorm often. Hearing your love and subsequent tragedy is their new favorite story. 

Grim - 

Grim sees you like an older sibling figure. 

You’re sweet, and you don’t care for money, but rather just want to have a good time living with him in Twisted Wonderland. 

He finds your love of other people and kids annoying and takes it upon himself to become your protector of sorts. No one can break your heart again if he’s there to stop them! 

Speaking of heartbreak, if you tell him stories of your previous fiance, and how greedy he was, he’ll take it upon himself to give you a bit of his tune. You’re his henchmen, you should know that makes you better than all the other humans! He was stupid for not marrying you when he had the chance! 

[anemoelliacia]

the five times neuvillette knew he loved you

warnings: minor 4.2 spoilers, female reader, major fluff minus a sad neuvi who needs comforting in one part

▶ i recommend listening to the song till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas while reading this chapter <3

The first instance was when he saw you making a routine out of regularly interacting amongst the Melusine with nothing but care, practically treating them like your own children. The Melusine are virtually your favorite people in Fontaine, besides him of course. You’re always sure to greet them, never messing up their pronouns, and giving them presents on their birthdays. It is also a common occurrence for you to give them handmade lunches. The first time Neuvillette saw you in the Palais Mermonia, giving Sedene a handmade lunch his heart swelled with affection for you, the sweetest person he has ever had the privilege of meeting. He watched you in admiration, speculating that this feeling in his chest must be love developing for you. 

Secondly, is how you taste water with him despite how silly everyone thinks it is. You never fail to cooperate with tasting different waters, assuring him that you can in fact taste the difference, even going so far as to pick a favorite to make him happy by participating in his hobby. You even created a hierarchy ranking system just to rank which waters you like, and which you don’t. Neuvillette loves when you engage in the hobby of water tasting with him, and he thinks he’d wouldn’t rather share this with anyone else but you, because no one else is more worthy of drinking the more expensive speciality bottled waters he has. He thinks, “Maybe I love her and that is why I wish so much to share my hobby with her?”

Thirdly, was the first time you bid him goodbye when he left for work in the morning. He had spent the night at your house for the first time as well, and waking up to you the next morning was almost the sweetest part of everything that happened. You practically begged him to stay for the day, to blow off work- even though you know he really can’t. He could not help but giggle over how clingy you are in the morning, after you’ve just woken up. This already had warm feelings stirring within him, but then… when he was about to head for the door, that is what had his heart wanting to burst out of his chest. You stopped him before he walked out, kissing him on the cheek and fixing his crooked collar. The moment was so sweet and domestic. He felt heat rising on his cheeks as you walked him out the door telling him that you’d bring him lunch later. As he walked the rest of the way to the Palais Mermonia, his thoughts were only filled with you, replaying that moment in his head and thinking, “is this what love truly feels like?”

Fourthly, was when Charlotte asked him about you during an interview. Charlotte finally got that interview she wanted with Neuvillette, and she just had to get the hottest scoop on him. She asked him many work related related questions, but she couldn't not ask him about you after she saw the two of you together- she needs a good story! She asked him, “So, Monsieur Neuvillette, I saw you at the cafe with a woman a few days ago, care to tell me who that was?” and Neuvillette’s face immediately lights up at the mention of you, he goes, “oh, that is my beloved…” He practically goes on a rant saying sweet things about you, but he catches what he is doing and cuts himself off with a clearing of his throat as his face starts to go pink. Charlotte is standing there smiling at him widely and she says to him, “You sure seem to like her a lot don’t you?” Neuvillette does not hesitate to answer, “yes, I think it is safe to say I like her a lot, perhaps I am even growing to love her…” knowing it will be the top story in the Steambird newspaper within a few days that Fontaine’s one and only chief justice has found a lover. 

The fifth and final instance was the first time you comforted him after a hard trial. Since the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale is no longer working due to recent events, he has taken charge of deciding people's verdicts on his own. Which, as you can imagine, is a draining task- especially when a criminal’s charges are of a sensitive matter. One day, after a particularly hard case, that hurt him to have to sentence the person as guilty… all he wanted was to be in your company. He showed up at your doorstep in the pouring rain, his clothes soaked completely through. Of course, you immediately rushed him inside and gave him a change of clothing. While he was changing, you threw a pot of tea on the stove for him- and he couldn’t be more thankful for you. He quietly drank his tea in your company to warm up after being chilled to the bone from rain soaked clothing, and you stayed with him not forcing him to talk about what was wrong until he was ready. When he was ready to talk, he tugged you along to your bed to cuddle with you. For once, you held him as he spilled his hardships from the day, the rain outside never letting up; however, he quickly settled into the comfort you gave him, growing to feel at ease- and that is when he knew. He loves you, with every fiber of his being. So, he finally says, “I love you with all my heart.” and all you can do is reply that you feel the same, holding him tighter.

▶ if you liked this, then check out the other parts linked in my masterlist :) every genshin man i write for is getting their own part.

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Full Wolf Moon in Leo ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Heey~ The Full Moon is in Leo!🦁The first thing that intuitively comes to mind with this aenergy is the Solarpunk Society!🌞Leo is ruled by the Sun and this 5th House aenergy talks about our hobbies and passions which are essentially the foundation of our great enterprise—of which energy can be understood by our Midheaven/10th House.

When you really think about it, children dwell in the realm of the 5th House with play and pretend. This whole play and pretend actually contains hints and signs about how they should go about making connections in the world (7th House dealings) so they form bonds with people and enterprises that support the manifestation of their honest desires. Hohoh, ideally speaking it should be like that but what’s ideal in this world anyway?🍣

This Full Wolf Moon in Leo brings invitation for you to look into your 5th House placements as well as where your Sun sign falls in your natal chart, for they carry information that can help you understand your place in the world when you’ve grown up (10th House realm). Everybody was born into this world with a purpose, right? No matter how small or big or if that purpose is meant for a small community or a big society.

A person’s true power does truly come from a clarity of purpose. That’s what the kingly Leo aenergy is all about anyway. You can only be King because you’ve sworn to serve your people and make sure they live happily and abundantly. Well, ideally. This Full Wolf Moon in Leo invites you to look at your hobbies and natural talents, and see if you can monetise those interests in the service of yourself, first and foremost, and then others.

There is so much more to Life than just going where the money dictates, or like, earning your keep through scamming or intimidating others, don’t you think? What do you want to express? How do you want to be remembered when you’re gone? What’s your enterprise and what legacy will it leave? Most of all, what makes you happy, content, fulfilled, satisfied with your own existence whilst still being alive in that carcass of an avatar that your Soul is wearing?👻

Passion is to be lived and potentials explored. Wait no more for the mood to strike or until you’ve got it all figured out. Just start now with whatever you have, whatever you can, and watch yourself grow. Have faith in your innate hobbies and interests for the whole world is just a stage where you perform magnificent deeds for all to watch🎪

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Pile 1 – Keep Calm and Change Paradigms

h o b b i e s – Queen of Cups

You are by nature someone who has aesthetic hobbies. Your tastes are expensive and you care a lot about the beauty aspect of all that you do. I sense you also love giving gifts and your gifts are always thoughtful and beautifully packaged/decorated. The kind of gifts that you know the receiver needs, has wanted for a long time, or could improve their Life. You’re kind and caring like that. Sometimes, to a point of wearing yourself out. This Full Wolf Moon in Leo invites you to relax a bit.

This is a time to give all your attention and affection to yourself before anybody else. It feels like you haven’t done so in a while. Let yourself relax and not socialise too much, not attend to other people’s businesses or weddings or birthdays or whatever. For now, it’s all about you until the next New Moon at least :D You can go and get a massage all by yourself, watch a movie by yourself, or take up an interesting class all by yourself as well. You could meet new people who could potentially give you a fresh perspective about yourself, your place in the world, or your Life’s future trajectories. Whoa.

p a s s i o n – VI The Lovers Rx

Some of you reading this may indeed, by nature, like to socialise but I sense it is mostly a duty you feel you must fulfil—like maintaining an image or something. Some others may socialise simply to fill some kind of void—because you don’t really know what human beings are supposed to do if they don’t socialise? Yeah, a weird psychology like that. In truth, your Soul likes to be alone. And in terms of working and all that stuff, you kinda need to carve your own path, honestly.

Not saying that people can be completely solitary and thrive in business or work. Of course, we all need people. But before you go on and about making connections with people who don’t really matter, you need to get clear about what kind of enterprise you want to build for yourself, or basically, what kind of contribution you want to be making to society, or just your community. Since you clearly have a penchant for beauty and you like to care for other people, these vibes can hold hints for what it is your Soul wants you to do in this world.

e n t e r p r i s e – 10 of Wands

Some forms of career I’m seeing with these vibes—and these are just vibes, OK? Nurse, flight attendant, health consultant, nutritionist, author, interior designer, wedding planner, hotelier, restauranteur, even a beauty salon or massage parlour owner. There’s a lot about you that screams beauty and relaxation. Your Soul, generally speaking, wants to live a Life of play and relaxation which in some other ways help others have an easier time. Of all the jobs I’ve mentioned, nurse and flight attendant vibes feel the strongest for these people are in the service of making other people have an easier time, a good time, a comfortable recovery or flight. It’s that kind of vibe.

There’s a need for you to pursue a higher career in which your service to the world involves how you yourself transform the way you approach hard work. Hard work that can be just hard play in which you get paid for doing things you would otherwise do unpaid anyway, so~ This Full Moon, do consider which hobbies of yours are your true Soul’s Calling for making the world a better place whilst getting paid for it. A voice in your heart is saying, ‘Fuck hustle culture. People need to heal from the traumas of society and the bullshit of the education system!’

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Pile 2 – Emulate and Generate a New You

h o b b i e s – Knight of Cups Rx

You know when people say, ‘Fake it till you make it’? It’s valid and has some grounding but my advice to you is, don’t do that. Don’t fake any shit if you wanna be great. That line of thought would not benefit your manifestation in the long run. Or rather, that kind of thinking slows down your manifestation and when it does happen, it’s lower in quality. Witches need to be more aware of how they think when working with manifestations. A higher way of thinking about transforming yourself—whether it involves a physical glowup or the glowup of your mindset, etc.—is emulate, modulate, and then regenerate a newer/higher/nobler/sparklier/awesomer version of yourself~🐣

The reason that you shouldn’t follow the ‘fake it till you make it’ line of thought is that you’re a genuine Soul with a heart made out of passion itself. You’re so much more original than you, or your environment, give yourself credit for. It feels like you haven’t really allowed yourself to fully embrace your own authenticity and so this Full Wolf Moon in Leo is reminding you of your own capacity for being the most iconic bitch in your neighbourhood🦚

p a s s i o n – 3 of Pentacles Rx

And so, what does it matter if others can’t understand what you’re trying to do with your Life? It’s your Life, babe. Other people have their own worlds to live in and if you don’t want to be part of that small world, you’re free to leave. It’s perfectly OK when even those closest to you, those you’ve trusted and depended all this time, can’t understand your passions or life’s priorities because they’re not exactly meant to be part of the world of your visions. Let them do them and you do you. Awesome people need losers to step upon so we look awesome. They can serve their purpose as losers and mediocre shits and you serve your purpose as an iconic Queen. OK? Got it? Good😝

This Full Wolf Moon in Leo is inviting you to imagine what kind of tribe you actually want to have whilst being alive. Your imaginations and daydreams hold the key to manifesting your real Soul Tribe. The more you think about them, the more strongly you believe in that you’re deserving of your ideal friendships, the faster you manifest your actual Soul Tribe in the physical. Your Higher Self is just here reminding you that you do have a few circles of Soul Tribe you’re meant to find and reunite with!🦄

e n t e r p r i s e – 9 of Cups

Many of you choosing this Pile have an interest in being seen by a larger public, right? A majority of you already have some semblance of a social media presence and more of you will eventually do the same. Some of you reading this are literally meant to become some kind of a new age superstar or something. You do have a purpose in being seen by the public, or just this idea of having a social media platform what enables you to connect with an audience. It isn’t vanity; bitch, it’s literally part of your Life Purpose🦋

You’re perfectly supported by your Higher Self to choose to go solo, somewhat, and build your social media empire. You could be selling products or services or be whatever—the possibilities are endless at this point—and one day, when you’re rich and content with your Life, some people from the past are gonna turn to mushy jelly. But what do you care now? You’ve got an audience that fulfils your heart because they genuinely love and appreciate what you do. You won’t be needing anybody’s approval anymore~😎Call me when you’re famous LOL

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Pile 3 – Born to be Rich, Born to be of Service

h o b b i e s – Knight of Wands

Admit it—you’re blessed with a plethora of talents since birth and you’re damn good at many of those innate abilities because you’re intelligent as fuck!🤩Naturally, not that many people are lucky enough to know what it feels to be you. But with so many talents, I sense you’ve also suffered from a great deal of heavy expectations put upon you by…yourself? You’re quite hard on you, you know. You expect a lot out of yourself. This urge to do great things in the world is only your Higher Self’s nudge for you to recognise this potential of yours—to become a motherfucking GOAT🐐

Rest assured, if you’ve chosen this as your main pile, there’s a veeery specific role you’re meant to fulfil in this world, in this passage of time. Some of you could’ve known what this role is since you were born and some of you will just naturally figure this out as you grow older. Don’t fret, my dear. You really are meant for a very unique, unorthodox existence, and seeing as the world is rapidly heading towards chaos, your time to shine is only drawing nearer and nearer as the People are growing desperately in need of an exemplary Rebel of the New World!🥨

p a s s i o n – 8 of Pentacles

Anyhow, you didn’t study a lot at school, right? LMAO You weren’t exactly what people would call a model student. You were always just doing your own thing—whether it was daydreaming or reading or drawing or playing video games. You were drowning in your own world—visions, silly daydreams—all because your Soul was trying to remind you what you came here to do. You were never meant to fit in. You’re here only temporarily and whilst at it, you’re supposed to be a freak. Ah, yes, a freako, indeed. You’re supposed to push, even break, boundaries. Because most Human beings live such boring existence.

You weren’t supposed to be a model student, but rather, a model Human. Bitch, you’re THE prototype! You were born to be of service through your own personal experiences with ego death and transform yourself to be the physical embodiment of the divinity that is your Higher Self. Perfectly embodied in Human form—in that sense, you’re a prototype of a highly more positively-polarised future possibility of Mankind. Shit, I hope that makes sense.

e n t e r p r i s e – 4 of Pentacles Rx

One day, when you’re proudly walking the path meant for your Highest Intended Good, you will be helping others financially or at least you will be lifting people up from the common affliction of a poverty mindset—different types, all kinds of poverty mindsets. You’ve got a talent, some kind of swag about you that can inspire SASS, even pettiness, that is of the more empowering variant. You’ll be showing people how to be unapologetically themselves and how you can’t be shaken by stupid opinions because you’re clear about your self-worth.

You do understand a lack of self-worth is also a form of ‘poverty’ mindset, right? Your enterprise in the future will have you in communication, direct or indirect, with a loooot of people. Even your own family members will find you incredibly inspiring. Many of you reading this…this is your confirmation that you’re THE cycle breaker of your lineage’s generational karma. You’ll become the first celeb, the first university graduate, the first billionaire, the first president, the first whatever awesome thing in your recent lineage that you’re meant to be, and you’ll be so proud of yourself!🥂

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Hello again! Thank you for your recommendations, I really liked several of them.

I wanted to tell you that I recently read Away Childish Things by Lettered and I loved it. This left me wondering, do you know of other drarrys who talk about the mistreatment Harry suffered under the Dursleys? I think it's very interesting to see the consequences of childhood abuse growing up and how someone (Draco in this case) can help heal that.

Hello friend! Happy to hear you’ve enjoyed the recs. Ahh yes, ACT is so uniquely cathartic - I still remember the awe I felt reading it for the first time, the emotional depth and character development are top notch. I can think of a few fics touching on Harry’s abusive childhood:

Timeshare by astolat (M, 14k)

“It’s not for long,” Hermione said. “By the time we get back to Hogwarts, the Unfettering Brew will be ready.”“Listen to you!” Ron said. “He’s got to get through a month with the Dursleys and a month at Malfoy Manor. With Draco Malfoy.”

Conquering the Dark by noeon (E, 24k)

Harry's a Healer specialising in the care of children, Draco Malfoy's an expert in neuromagic at St Mungo's. A difficult case forces them to work together and, in the process, unearths some of the trauma of the past, as well as the chance for healing in the present.

The Elusive Mate by 0idontknow0 (E, 26k)

Harry had done it (a) to save lives and (b) because the idea of him being Malfoy’s mate was clearly ridiculous, but now he had to tell Malfoy.

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered (E, 41k)

Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t.

A Piercing Comfort by talithan (T, 44k)

When Harry Potter hits the lowest point of his life so far, it is not his friends who keep him honest. With Draco Malfoy's patience and guidance, Harry learns to stand on his own. The thing is, after the fact—he's no longer sure he wants to.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E, 70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always.

Harry Potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding (E, 71k)

Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with.

The Ordeal of Being Known by @lou-isfake (M, 146k)

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions.

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Over the Years | e.m x reader | p. 3

-> The origin story of Eddie Munson, and how he fell in love with the worst person he possibly could - his best friend.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language, suggestive themes, smut [18+]

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July 1979

Sitting criss-cross on a bench might not seem practical to most, but you’re too enthralled by the pages of the book you read to care. Each page gives you a whiff of nostalgia you’ve never known. There’s something more to a story than just the words on paper. The pages themselves hold their own story. You could burry your nose in a book and inhale that rich woodsy scent forever.

As you’re closing in on a particularly rich chapter, you lift your head at the sound of a car door slamming shut. There’s a bit of a scuffle with the rusted handle, but Eddie’s there across the trailer park. He’s got a brand new van that he’s rounding the front with his uncle Wayne. A proud slap on the back from his uncle, Eddie lifts the hood up.

Your smile begins to drop when a certain frizzy headed brunette leaps from the back of the van. Recently, Eddie has found himself a new buddy named Gareth. They met at the arcade when Eddie was in charge of entertaining you for the day.

Gareth is a big theatrical for your taste. Or, maybe you’re a bit jealous that Eddie has someone he can relate too.

You are becoming too much of a woman. That’s according to your mother, who last week had to teach you how to use pads for the first time.

Dropping your gaze back to the pages of your book, you feel the heat creep onto the back of your neck as the warm sun tans your skin. It’s a blazing hot summer that’s perfect for enjoying a day on your porch, while your neighbor leans over the engine of his new car.

Oh, God.

You’re never going to get through this book, while your friend is wrestling with the metal inside that junker. Clang! Clang! Clang! You're thrown from the rhythm inside your book, and now you've gone pages without knowing the plot at all.

You huff.

With your screen door open, your can hear your mom humming a happy tune in the kitchen. She’s baking chocolate muffins for Wayne, which has become her favorite pastime between shifts. He adores being her guinea pig for her new recipes.

Well, there’s less gray across the Munson yard these days. Your mom helped Wayne plant some pink peonies in the months before, so that they blossom in the summer. It doesn't seem to be that Wayne has quite the green thumb as your mother. They've gone limp and forgotten. But, the pink still shines and it brightens up the neighborhood a bit.

Since your mother and Wayne are both single and each of them are raising a child by themselves, eventually they learned to lean on each other for as much support as they need while you and Eddie grow up.

You hated that conversation with your mother.

The day was cloudy, so your mother trapped you indoors. She set down a steaming cup of tea in front of her at the dining table, then beckoned you to come close to her. You were ten. Visually, you can still see the the cat clock on the wall. It's eyes bob back and forth, while the tail swings away. Time ticks forward. Your mom fumbled with the tea bag a lot, and she could hardly hold her gaze in your direction when she began to tell you about your chest getting bigger. You'd begin to wear bras soon after that. She resisted telling you about sex, but you snuck glances at the shows Eddie would watch and that told you enough.

Anyway, the point your mother was making was that you grow up, you fall in love and you make children just to start the cycle all over again.

Again, you hated that talk.

That isn't like you at all.

Boy aren't likeable like that. The boys at your school like to eat mud, or chase the girls around with worms. They will pull at the girls' hair bows. They have to be warned not to throw rocks on the playground. And man, do their armpits stink. Do they even wash themselves?

That's when Eddie yells, then laughs heartily. It distracts you to see him and Gareth tackling each other in the dusty dirt in the trailer park. An oil-like sweat slicks across Eddie's arms where his torn off sleeves should be.

Boys also will play too rough. They never know when to quit.

The boys you read about in books are the men you wait for. Heroic men in shining coats of steal armor. They travel to far-away distant lands and they fight beasts to save their one true love. Their love is the stuff of legend. A true love that even the Gods are jealous of.

You finally slam the book closed because your neighbor's roughhousing becomes too much for you to focus on what you're reading. They’ve kicked up enough dirt to cause a tornado in the center of the trailer park for your liking, and you’re ready to go inside.

Eddie does notice you stand from your spot on the porch. You’ve spent a bit of time away from each other in the past few days, but that’s neither your fault nor his. It’s just that your mother keeps giving him these weird stares like he’s an alien from another planet.

Should he tell your mom that he has no plans to grope you? You're his closest childhood friend. He'd never think to put you in any harms way.

It all became quite clear to him when Wayne sat him down over dinner a few weeks ago. Now, he already had sat through the talk with Wayne about growing hair in different places when he was around ten. Since he'll be heading into high school after this summer, Wayne had a different story to tell him. It's all terribly embarrassing to have to listen to his uncle tell him about the birds and the bees.

Eddie cut the conversation short when he told Wayne he snuck into the adult section at the bookstore. They had some raunchy magazines that Eddie snuck out under his jacket, but he left that detail out of the equation.

Either way, the talk ended there.

Eddie had no plans of doing anything like that to you.

Should he send you mom a card?

Before you can retreat into your house, Eddie jogs over to your porch. He kicks one of his feet up on the bottom step, which surprises you enough to turn around.

“Did you see?” Eddie points. “My uncle got me a van. It needs a lot of work, but when I’m fifteen I’ll be driving that baby.”

A few hours ago, Eddie was sat in a junkyard with his uncle Eddie. It's about time he started learning to drive himself places. But, before he could do that, he'll learn how to maintain his new ride. Wayne told Eddie that he's going to start where he started.

Eddie knows a bit about cars because of his father. He was taught how to jump start them, and to drive away fast before the cops come. But, he's sure that's not the way Wayne wants to encourage him.

It makes Wayne sweat knowing that one of the few things Eddie recalls about his father is his criminal history. Eddie can read it all over the old man's face when he jokes about it. But, Eddie's not going to turn out like his old man.

He's just not.

You turn around just in time to catch the driver's side door of Eddie's new project fall to the dirt with a bang.

“Sweet,” you hold your tongue to keep from laughing. “Hi, Gareth.”

Gareth is nice enough to acknowledge you by giving you a slight head tilt, then a raised eyebrow. Clearly, you two still haven't found a common ground to land on. This becomes difficult for Eddie, who would like to spend time with you equally, rather than like a couple of divorced parents.

“Oh!” Eddie exclaims with the snap of his fingers. Reaching around his back, he juts his tongue out between his lips. Tugging at his back pocket, he eventually unveils his big surprise.

“Eddie!” You wrap him into a bear hug. “How did you get this?! They’re not supposed to be sold for another month!”

Eddie's handing over the newest addition to the book series you've grown so fond of. You've spent a lot of time studying the pages, and the way the author can craft such an immersive experience with just words and paper.

Eddie shies away from telling you the hoops he jumped through just to see this elated grin smothered across your face. The owner can be a bit of a piss head, but you didn’t need to know that. He was hiding them behind the counter, so he could rack up the price for having such a “rare” find.

“I stopped off at the bookstore again, and they had a copy behind the counter,” he shrugs.

Each of the pages have the natural yellowing you could melt into. They’re crispy, and the smell. Oh, the smell! You’re in heaven.

“Thank you,” you drop back onto your heels.

Eddie has had a growth spurt recently that’s left him as tall as a giraffe. You’re around the height of a mouse compared to him now that he’s caught up on growing.

“Oh!” You step back. “Have you thought about a name for your band, yet?”

Eddie picked up a guitar over the summer. Without a single lesson, Eddie is a natural guitarist in your opinion. Those chords he can put together are the most complicated and yet the sound is the smoothest you've ever heard. Eddie has even learned some of your favorite songs, despite telling you that pop music is for the weak minded. Recently, he's gotten into the harder rock music or a metal band or two. You're not allowed to listen to them inside your house, but you've snuck a few of Eddie's records to play when your mom is away.

Also, Eddie is a great singer. You've told him he sounds like a true 'rock and roller.' All he has to do now is start his band, and become world famous. You'll be there at every show to cheer him on.

“You have a band?” Gareth interjects to stare at Eddie completely taken aback. “Dude, I’ve got a setup in my garage. We just need to dust off the drum set, tune a few guitars and maybe find a few extra musicians."

“Who said you’re in this band, pipsqueak?” Eddie jabs at his friend.

Gareth snorts. “Who else would start a metal band with you? This whole town is drenched in tradition.”

“You're going with metal music?” Your eye filled with wonderment.

This makes Gareth’s blood begin to boil. As far as he’s concerned, your nose should stay in your books. Flouncy little skirts and pinched cheeks have no place listening to metal music. You should stick to what you're good at, which could be - knitting - or something.

Gareth elbows Eddie, and tilts in the direction of the van. It still needs a lot of work, and the job wouldn't get done while you stand here needing the definition of what metal music is. Besides, Wayne's trying to get the door back on the hinges himself. He'll break his back if he's not careful.

“I’ll see you later,” Eddie tells you. “I should get back to the van. But, when we do come up with a name I’ll let you know.”

We.

You can only assume that Gareth is officially in the band.

“Bye, boys!” You clutch your newest possession close to your chest.

As they’re heading across the property, Gareth begins his daily grievances about you to Eddie's open ear. Eddie can't come up with the faintest clue about why Gareth's so bent out of shape about his friend.

“Why do you hang out with that little girl, anyway?” Gareth asks rather loudly.

“She’s a year older than you,” Eddie corrects him. “I’ve known her my whole life. What’s the big deal?”

“Does she even know anything about metal music?”

“She’ll learn,” Eddie disagrees with Gareth’s distaste for you. Maybe he's a bit too optimistic about you and Gareth eventually finding peace. But, that doe leave room for Eddie to toy with his friend.

“She’s a girl,” Gareth points out, “she’ll just distract us.”

“Distract us,” Eddie pokes him, “or distract you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He scrunches his nose.

“I don’t know man,” Eddie reaches for the tool box that’s set out in front of the van. “Anything you want to tell me?”

“Yeah,” Gareth threatens, “your head is looking vulnerable under that hood right about now.”

Eddie snickers, “yeah, yeah. Hand me that.”

Your mom dances back and forth in the kitchen feeling the pressure of trying to impress her friendly neighbor. Apron coated in dusty flour. Finger prints drag a layer of dusty powder across the waistline. She accidentally smears the melted chocolate across her forehead, which invites you into action.

Sweet vanilla soaks the walls of your house. Every spot in your house smells heavenly. You set your book on the counter, before grabbing a wet rag.

“Mom,” you hold the towel.

She lowers her head down to your level, “again?"

You try your best not to smudge your mom's makeup. She puts so much effort into every brush stroke that you can't help, but feel guilty leaving a patch of her skin exposed in the sunlight. At least the chocolate is gone.

“Did you have fun with your friends out there?” She swings back around to her mixing pot.

“Eddie got a car,” you point out the front window.

Your mother is less than impressed as you were when Eddie showed off to you just moments ago. In fact, her wild eyes are angry. She holds her fists to her sides when she finally snaps at you;

“Don’t you dare get in that car with him,” she scolds as though you’ve done the unspeakable. “You’ll be barefoot and pregnant faster than you could ever imagine.”

“Mom,” you step back from her. “Eddie’s not like that.”

“All boys are like that,” she ends the conversation there. “Go play.”

Tossing the tea towel aside onto a clean part of the kitchen counter, you don't even bother showing her the book that Eddie gave you. It was a sweet gesture on his part, and you don't need your mother shunning you from the pages of a good book.

Spinning on your heel, you make a beeline for your bedroom before the hot sting of your tears could shed onto the kitchen floor. Your mother has never sounded so fierce before. She's never spat Eddie's name with such venom.

It felt like a slap to the face.

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[ August 1982 ]

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[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance: Chapter 26

Part 26: Duplicity

Series Masterlist

Words: 4.3k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to illegal prescription drug use, firearm use, and deception. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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Chapter 26

Dark dreams pulled Steve from sleep. It was 3:37 AM according to his phone.

With a sigh, he pulled himself out of bed, propping his pillow behind his wife’s back in his place. She was sound asleep and that had him smiling. The night before in the bath had been delicious. He had her again later in bed.

She’d need to sleep in after that.

So much raw emotion welled up in his chest as he watched her. His wife took up a lot of room when she slept, sprawling over the bed at night. Over him. He loved it, especially now that she mostly slept nude as he did. She was beautiful, her radiance and confidence growing by the day.

As he got dressed, he kept stealing glances at her. She’d brought a hell of a lot more than just status into his life. His wife challenged him. She challenged everyone. As delicate as she appeared now, asleep in his bed, she was formidable as a lioness, especially when defending those she cared about.

Steve couldn’t wait to have children with her. How fierce would their sons be? Hell, his daughters would be fierce too. He hoped they looked like her.

Making his way downstairs, thoughts of the family he wanted faded like dreams as he reached his study, returning to reality. Wincing in the light when he flicked it on, he saw the office was just as neat and sterile as it had ever been. Steve always had strict rules about who was allowed in his study, just like his father had.

Those rules didn’t apply to his wife, he realized, who came and went from his center of business as she damn well pleased.

Those memories he loved. Holding her in his chair, spanking her over the desk. Twice. That last one had to led to him just taking her like a beast on that refined wooden surface. It had him stirring just thinking about it. Steve wanted more memories like that. He wanted more.

What would it be like seeing toys littering the floor one day? Or to have little drawings left for him on his desk?

With a deep sigh, he sank heavily into his chair.

Ever since his wife had entered his life, she’d blurred the lines between his personal life and business. Steve walked a fine line between frustration and ecstasy the entire time with her, his need for her so often consuming his thoughts.

In the meantime, everything he thought he had control of was unraveling.

Barnes was coming for him, swiftly and methodically, and he needed to deal with that before he lost respect and credibility in that dark world. The fact that his rival was getting away with hitting his turf made Steve look weak, incompetent. Barnes striking his home, his family’s home, demanded a harsh answer. His leadership of the families would be defined by the decision he made here.

But Steve also needed to protect his family. And hadn’t he done a poor job of that lately? His sister had been severely beaten by her husband and before that Clint had been shot. Hansen’s attack on their home left Belova and Dyson both laid up.

His enemies seemed as obsessed with his wife as he was. If Hansen had gotten his hands on her…

Barnes had more than adequately demonstrated that no one was beyond his reach.

That had to change.

Steve had tried to be diplomatic in calling the meeting with the other family leaders. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. Why was he trying to win the other families over when at least one of them was gunning for his?

“Up early, boss?” Luca looked in, making Steve realize he didn’t remember to close the door.

Steve nodded.

The portly cook walked just inside the office door. It was the only time of the day he ever saw the man in a pristine white apron.

“Your father used to do the same thing. Couldn’t sleep the night before. He’d just get up and get started. Always admired that about him.”

Steve snorted. “Probably never found himself in a situation this fucked up.”

“Sure he did,” Luca told him. “Someone challenged him, he hit them hard, and he hit them fast. That’s all. No mercy. No regrets.”

Luca made it sound so easy.

“You got a new consigliere yet?” Luca asked.

Steve nodded. “I’m going with Murdock.”

Luca nodded his approval. “Good choice. We’ll see what he’s made of these next few weeks.”

That was an understatement.

“I’m calling a meeting this evening,” Steve told him. “If I remember right Dyson’s going to get medical tests this morning?”

“That’s right,” the cook said. “Him and Belova both. They should be back from the hospital by this afternoon. We sending Scott with them?”

Steve shook his head. “I’ll be here all day. Send Neal.”

Luca nodded, closing the door behind him on the way out of the office.

Steve would spend some time getting his thoughts together. Then, with his crew, they’d decide how best to deal with Barnes.

***

Dyson smiled when she made her way from the exam room back out to the waiting area.

“How did it go?” he asked.

Yelena smiled back. “The CT scan didn’t show any damage. They also did a Brain Trauma Indicator test, but it will be a couple of days before we get the results of that.”

Dyson rose from his chair, and she hoped that meant they were ready to head back to the house. While she took some comfort from the fact that Mrs. Rogers’ husband was there with her – and she had Scott, Luca, and Clint – things were just so tense right now. So dangerous.

She would feel much better once she got back.

Dyson shrugged as they walked out of the office area to head back into the reception area of the hospital. “I’m just old.”

He laughed with her as they found the lobby where there were gift shops, a cafeteria, and an information desk. Neal sat not far from that desk with the paper in his hand. So much for being there to keep her and Dyson safe. He looked like he could really care less.

Neal couldn’t have cared less when Bruce Banner had been about to knock the shit out of her boss. Scott pulled Mrs. Rogers back but that wouldn’t have stopped him. And she was still cursing herself for not hearing the commotion sooner than she did.

Neal noticed the two of them a beat before they reached him. Dyson cleared his throat loudly, telling Yelena he was as unhappy with the soldier as she was.

“Ready to go?” Neal sounded bored.

“Yeah,” Dyson grumbled. “Go get the car, will ya?”

Yelena was hard put not to laugh as Neal glared at him, folding up the paper. His knuckles were white as he gripped that paper and marched toward the exit to do as he was told.

Just as he was walking out the electric doors at the hospital’s entrance, a familiar figure in teal-colored scrubs was walking in. Agnes spotted Yelena in an instant, smiling brightly.

Her heart nearly stopped in her chest.

Of course Neal recognized her, slowing down and glancing over his shoulder to get a good look. He would remember she came to the Rogers’ home. He’d already mentioned thinking she looked familiar. It wouldn’t be hard for him to put the pieces together and figure out why she really came that day.

It was the worst timing imaginable.

Dyson didn’t know either, so she had to fake a smile when Agnes walked up. It wasn’t her fault, and Yelena talked to her for moment. Her ID badge announcing her position as an RN was right there in plain sight.

“Let me know when the lady of the house needs another manicure,” Agnes said, a big wink and then she headed off to work.

Beyond the glass entrance, she could see Neal pulled up to the door in the car. She felt Dyson’s attention on her. She took a step but his hand on his shoulder stayed her.

“That’s the lady you brought to the house to do Mrs. Rogers manicure?” he asked.

Yelena nodded. “She does it as a side hustle,” she tried.

“She’s an RN according to her badge,” Dyson pointed out.

She shrugged, turning to meet his gaze. “So? She does a good job. Mrs. Rogers was happy with how her nails turned out.”

Yelena tried to continue walking. This time Dyson jerked her to a halt.

“Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did,” he said, dead serious.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Yelena played dumb. She wasn’t counting on it to work but she had to try.

“Yes, you do.” Dyson blew out an exhale.

Yelena shook her head. “Mrs. Rogers is perfectly healthy. What other reason would I have to bring Agnes to the house?”

“To make it so Mrs. Rogers don’t get pregnant,” Dyson said, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Oh, my God. Do you know how bad this is?”

Yelena didn’t deny it. But she didn’t drop her gaze. The deed was done now. What did he expect her to say?

“Did she put you up to this?” he asked.

Now her heart slammed on her chest. If she said yes and this went as badly as she suspected it was about to, Yelena would have betrayed Mrs. Rogers. And she couldn’t live with that.

But if she said it was her own idea, and it most definitely was, she jeopardized her own position. And Lloyd was still out there. And Dyson knew it.

“Fuck,” Dyson muttered a little too loudly. “You know Neal recognized your nurse friend, right?”

She wasn’t stupid.

“The trick here is to keep him from telling the boss what he thinks happened here,” Dyson explained. “And he’ll think exactly what I think.”

Now Yelena was seeing red. “I know he’d like nothing better than getting Mrs. Rogers in trouble with her husband.”

She could tell Dyson didn’t expect her to say that, but it was the truth.

“When Banner showed up at the house, the only one protecting her from him was Lang,” she insisted. “I was down there as soon as I heard the commotion. Neal? He would have let Banner have her.”

Now the older man looked appalled. “Why the fuck would he do that?”

“Because he doesn’t like Mrs. Rogers,” Yelena said. “And he doesn’t appear to have her best interests at heart. That puts her in danger because the boss trusts him implicitly.”

“Neal’s earned that,” Dyson replied.

“So much so that the boss should choose him over his own wife?”

Dyson shook his head. “Come on.” He motioned towards the car with Neal watching them from the driver’s seat. “I got to try and get to the boss before Neal does or there will be absolute hell to pay.”

She was all too afraid he was right.

“He’s going to ask if there was a problem,” Dyson instructed her. “When he does, you act pissy. I’ll tell him you didn’t get one of the tests I wanted you to. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Sending up every prayer she knew, Yelena followed him out to the car.

***

You made it back to your room, still winded because you’d practiced for nearly two hours today. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you removed your pointe shoes, the band-aids and tape beneath. You winced at the fresh blister forming on the outside of the smallest toe on your left foot.

What you’d planned to wear the rest of the day was already laid out on your bed, you just needed undergarments and socks and you’d be ready to shower. You smiled when you opened the drawer where you kept your intimates to see the satin red thong there that went with the teddy you bought in New York for Valentine’s Day last week.

Well, Steve bought it for you after surprising you in the city when you thought you’d catch holy hell for being out of the house.

What a night that had been. Your heart still fluttered to think about it.

The hum of your phone on your bedside table got your attention. Maybe it was Yelena. You hoped her and Dyson’s medical tests went well.

The text was from Yelena, but it stopped you in your tracks.

I'm so sorry.

You stared at the text message from Yelena on your phone, wondering what the hell that meant. Your heart was sped up as you typed a reply asking if she and Dyson were okay.

You heard voices beyond your window. Peering out, you saw the black Jeep had pulled up, watched your husband climb out and march towards the front door. You hadn’t realized he left the house, but he sure seemed on a mission to return to it.

We are fine. I’m worried about you.

What?

Her next text came a beat later.

Neal figured out who Agnes is.

You froze in place. Holy shit. If Neal knew who Agnes really was, he had an idea of why she came to your house. And if he didn’t figure it out, Steve would.

Telling Steve would be the first thing Neal would do with that information.

Steve’s tread was loud on the stairs, pounding in time with your heart. Steve was coming and you had nowhere to go, no time to prepare.

The door of your shared bedroom flew open, and Steve slammed it behind him, his face flushed from the cold, from anger. His blue-eyed gaze found you fast, and there you stood in leotard, leggings, and bare feet. You were sweaty, tired, with your hair pulled back from your face.

As much of a sweaty mess as you were, your husband looked as well-groomed as always. He peeled off the leather jacket he wore and tossed it over the chair at your vanity. The deep wine of the sweater he wore with jeans emphasized the angry color seeping out of his collar.

Dropping your phone on the edge of your bed, you folded your arms across your chest, bracing yourself for the storm that was coming.

Steve took in your stance. A muscle at his jaw flexed.

“We need to talk,” he said with a tight voice.

You just nodded. What else could you do?

You calm demeanor only seemed to piss him off more.

“Tell me about your manicure a few weeks ago,” Steve demanded, moving closer to the bed.

You held your ground. You didn’t like the way he was trying to set you up.

“I already did,” you said. “You said you liked my nails. Remember?”

His scowl deepened. “What was the woman’s name?”

“Agnes.”

“And was this manicure your idea?” Bitterness crept into his tone.

It was hard to hold your tongue. That question put you on the spot. If you said no, and you were pretty sure you told him Yelena arranged it to lift your spirits, he would get rid of her. And you needed her. As your friend and as a protector.

That meant you had to take the blame. And you weren’t sure you were ready for the consequences of that…

“It was,” you said finally. It wasn’t entirely true, but it was the course you chose.

Steve paused, surprised at your admission. His throat worked as he swallowed hard, just staring at you.

“She did more than your nails.” Steve shook his head. “The injection is good for three months, right?”

Wait. Agnes said that there would be no medical record of the injection. Had she lied to you? Or did he…?

“How do you know it was an injection?” you had to ask.

“Neal paid Agnes a visit at the hospital today.”

Steve knew everything.

“What did Neal do?” You were seeing red now. “Agnes isn’t in this. If he hurt her...”

“Neal warned her,” Steve told you.

Neal was intimidating. The poor woman just came to do you a favor.

“Neal is good at subduing women,” you told him. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning he wasn’t so quick to protect me when Banner stormed in this house,” you said. “Scott pulled me away. Yelena saved me.”

“Don’t try to shift the blame for this to Neal,” Steve said. “Neal has proven his loyalty to me.”

“I’m not one of your men,” you shot back. “I’m your wife.”

“And a wife’s duty is to give her husband a family. To take care of that family.” New emotion entered his voice. He wasn’t just angry. “Why? Why would you go behind my back and do this?”

You shook your head, frustration welling up in you fast. Was he serious?

When you didn’t say anything, he charged forward, grabbing your chin in his large hand. His grip hurt as he pulled you to him by your face.

“You know what I want,” he said angrily, his face inches from yours. “Every time I’ve made love to you, I was hoping that was it. That was the one. And it would only be a few weeks after that when you’d be waiting here for me for a different reason. To tell me I was going to be a father.”

When he shoved you away from him hard, you stumbled back. The bed was right behind you, and you tumbled onto the edge of it.

“But here we are,” he growled.

Your own temper flared at that. You were going to be punished for this. You knew that. You weren’t going meekly. You weren’t just handing him a victory like he’d been handed everything else in his goddamn life.

“Here we are,” you said. “And once again, it’s all about what you want. About what you expect.”

“Enough!” he yelled. “This is the part where you remind me that you had no choices. I know. Your father hid you away and then I forced you to marry me. And I’m sorry, I truly am, that he didn’t even try to be a father to you.”

The venom in his voice told you he wasn’t trying to make you feel better. Steve’s fury was palpable, you could feel it coming off him in waves.

“Want to know what I regret?” Steve asked. “I regret that he didn’t try to prepare you for the world. He should have taught you your place.”

You would have agreed with him if you hadn’t been so angry yourself.

“No, he did just what he was supposed to, according to you. He didn’t spend time with my mother, or my brother and I from what I hear. She tried to get us out of your world.”

“She found a lover.” Steve moved closer. “If she hadn’t done that, maybe she and your brother would still be alive.”

Jumping off the end of the bed, you marched forward and slapped him across the face with all your strength. It was satisfying to see his head turn with your blow, but he was quick to recover.

“I wasn’t prepared,” you told him angrily. “I haven’t been married before. I never had a lover before. You’ve had many. You’ve had time to enjoy life and learn what you like, what you want. You’re at a place in life where you want to start a family. I haven’t had that time or experience. What? I was just supposed to spread my legs and pop out babies because that’s what you wanted?”

“You didn’t have a lot of experiences in your life,” Steve pointed out. “I considered it an advantage.”

You snorted. “I’m sure you did.”

“Somehow all of this lack of experiences wasn’t a problem until you married me,” he said.

“Is that what you thought?” you asked. “I’d go from being his hidden little girl to your dutiful wife? That just makes you naïve.”

Scrubbing a hand over his beard, Steve stared you down. “You might have a point there. I was naïve in just letting you run free in this marriage. Letting you do what you wanted.”

“I’ve asked for so much,” you shot back, sarcasm bleeding into your tone.

“I gave you the bodyguard you wanted,” Steve snapped. “I had to find out she was training you with weapons when Hansen attacked my home. You hid that from me. I allowed it. Now I find out you hid your little contraceptive shot from me. I can’t trust you. What else have you hidden or lied to me about?”

Steve was right. You had hidden things from him.

“What is your problem with starting a family?” he wanted to know. His gaze swept over you. “What else are you going to do? You’re fit. You could probably have children and get right back in shape after.”

“So I’m vain?” you asked.

“Are you?” Steve asked. “You’ll have the best doctors, the best care. You can hire personal trainers if you're worried about your figure. We can hire people to help you with them once they're born. Nannies, tutors. Whatever you want.”

Now you were staring him down. “Don’t you know how that sounds? You want us to be parents and you’re already planning on how to let other people raise them.”

“Excuse me?” That pissed him off.

“I had all of that,” you said. “Nannies, tutors, governesses. What I didn’t have was a good relationship with my father. I didn’t have a mother or a sibling because of your world. I’m not saying I don’t want children one day. But I’d like to reach the point you have where I’ve lived a life and I’m ready for that.”

“Did you ever think of trying to tell me that? I thought we were finally on the same page. That we wanted the same things. You let me believe that,” he said bitterly.

“Would you have listened?” you asked. “And maybe I did let you believe that I could pregnant. But I was afraid. How could I enjoy sex when each time I was worried that would be the one? And I’d be pushed into something I wasn’t ready for. Responsible for a child.”

The hurt showing on his face surprised you. “You enjoyed sex with me because you knew you weren’t going to get pregnant?”

Your heart lurched. You felt like so much was riding on your answer, and you were angry.

But it was truth, damn it. Hiding things was how you got here.

“Yes,” you said slowly. “I would hope you’d understand why. I wasn’t even familiar with sex. I just wanted time.”

“You just wanted to take control away from me.” Steve’s glare made you pause.

“I thought you wanted me to trust you? You said you hoped one day this marriage would be something I needed too.”

“I thought you loved me,” he said with a finality that had fear spiking in you.

Faster than you could blink, Steve snatched your phone off the bed and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. The speed of his movements had you flinching. He noticed.

“What are you doing?” you asked, sounding way less confident now.

“Taking control of my household,” he said coldly. “Just like I’m getting ready to take care of business with the families. What do you think I’m doing?”

You swallowed hard. Steve’s gaze on you was assessing. He could read you so easily.

“Thought I’d spank you?” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I think you’d enjoy that.”

Humiliation had your face heating up, remember the last one that you’d provoked.

“I should have done this from the beginning.”

“What do you mean?” you had to ask.

Steve moved back, putting a distance between you.

“Your injection is good for another four weeks,” he said. “We’ll resume our marriage then.”

What?

“Resume our marriage?” Your voice pitched higher than you would have like. But he caught you off guard. “What does that mean?”

“That means when that shot has reached the end of its efficacy, I’ll be back. Until then, you’ll stay in this room. My men will bring you meals and anything you need for toiletries and supplies. But that’s it.”

Oh, this wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.

“Your men?” You had to be careful now. “What about Yelena?”

“She’s done,” Steve said curtly. “She’s worked her last day in this house. She just makes you worse.”

Tears stung the backs of your eyes. It was exactly what you feared.

“You can watch television but I have your phone,” Steve continued. “And your laptop is downstairs.”

And he was cutting you off from the rest of the world, from any support. Tears streamed from your eyes. Some from regret, most from anger. You blinked them back as you considered the weeks ahead.

And what you’d done to Yelena. What if losing this job put her in danger? What if Hansen got to her?

“When I come back, we will get to work on starting a family,” he informed you. “Just maybe you’ll be more grateful by then.”

“Or I’ll hate you.”

Steve shook his head, marching for the door of the bedroom you’d been sharing. “I’ll find another place to sleep in the meantime.”

“I’m sure you will,” you said through your tears. Visions of him with Kat flashed in your mind, threatening to break you.

And with that Steve marched out of the room. You heard the lock turn a beat later.

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Queen of hearts

Acknowledgements and Disclaimers: this one goes out to all the moms out there. New moms. Experienced moms. Mom-to be. Yall are heroes man. All the love.

Shout out to the mutual who helped answer my pregnancy questions. Thanks for letting me pester you. You know who you are. Any mischaracterizations of pregnancy, labor, or postpartum are completely my own.

Warnings: brief depictions of labor. Mentions of depression. Also not proof read.

***

9 months had flown by like a dream. The whole thing had felt like a movie. And Matty, having made a career out of making life feel like a movie, was wary of the whole thing. Of course they’d had their ups and downs. Worrying over what constitutes a good parent and whether they were going to fuck this child up before it even had a chance to grow up and make its own mistakes. The occasional shock over how powerful and real hormone fluctuations can be. The Braxton Hicks scare. The late night cravings and the crying (some of which was done by him, if he’s being honest). Arguing over baby names, if the kid should be allowed to play football before a certain age lest they get injured. If, being the child of artists meant that the child would be sign up for music and art lessons, or if they would wait and see what the kid naturally gravitates towards. If gender-neutral clothing was inherently boring and lifeless, or, if it was ‘too woke’ to have a baby girl in a car onesie or a baby boy is a butterfly onesie. It was, after all, a pregnancy, not a walk in the park. But he’d loved and welcomed every bit of it. And so had Jo. He’d swelled with joy watching her nest and acquire baby clothes, paint the nursery, and start a vintage stuffie collection. He’d helped her curate a little library of children’s books for kids of all ages, to make sure their baby would be guaranteed a great start, no matter how advanced they turned out to be (Jo and Matty, were, of course, convinced that their child would be a genius). Looking back, even the labor and delivery process seemed perfect.

Jo had screamed at him the whole day.

“We can’t actually go to the hospital just yet. I called. The front desk woman told me to stay put and put on some yoga music.”

Jo had unleashed a string of obscenities upon him that he has chosen to omit from memory ( he remembers them perfectly. She had asked him if he was a demented fucker or if he would like this baby to come out or a teeny tiny hole in his penis instead). He had laughed, told her that she was funny and that he was falling in love with her all over again. She’d thrown the tv remote at his head, missing narrowly.

His gravest mistake, however, was trying to document everything. He’d brought a film camera into the delivery room, which the nurses had balked at. But Matty has been used to being called eccentric so he didn’t care. He wanted to remember every single moment of this day forever. And, when Jo had failed to convince him by making the same arguments that he often proposed at his own shows, for his own fans to put the camera away and just be in the moment, she’d decided to teach him an lesson by choosing not to warn him about the messiness of childbirth. The next thing she heard him say was “oh. So much blood.” Before he’d dropped the godforsaken camera to the floor, smashing it to bits. And ridding everyone of its evils forever.

“Oh my god, she’s here, Jo! I can see her head!” He’d rushed over to her, with tears in his eyes, squeezing her hand. “C’mon, Jo. You’ve got this! One more push.”

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. It’s too much. I just- she’s gonna have to stay in there forever.”

“‘fraid we can’t do that, Josephine” the doctor shook her head. “She’s almost out which means it’s tight on her now, if you don’t push, you’re hurting her.”

Jo instantly burst into tears.

“No, no, no! Baby don’t cry!” Matty cooed, then turned towards the doctor. “Why the fuck would you say something like that to her? Right now, as well! are you TRYING to upset my wife right in the middle of the birth of my child?” He hovered over Jo protectively, wiping her sweaty forehead with one of the rags that the nurses had brought in, and kissing her. “You’re okay, Jo. Our baby is going to be okay. Deep breaths, yeah?”

“You promise?” She whispered, too embarrassed for the nurses and doctor to hear.

Matty swears, this, was the moment that he became a dad. Knowing that his wife and child needed him to be the sane and steady one for the first time completely changed him as a person.

Though he had no business making these promises, he’d never felt more certain of anything in his life. “I promise, my love. I’ve got you. And you’ve got our baby. She really needs you right now. So….lets do this, yeah?”

Jo nodded, watching the nurse approach and take her hand to pull her back into position.

“C’mon,love. One more push?” The matronly lady encouraged.

Jo screamed as she gave it her all, Matty’s hand in hers.

“Great! You’re doing great, Josephine! Give me one more push!” The doctor smiled.

“You said that last time! Every single time you say this is gonna be the last push! You’re fuckin lying.”

With tears in her eyes, Jo screamed and cussed out everyone in the room, pushing with all her might, until finally, the baby was out. She heard cheering and congratulations erupt around the room which was her cue to lay back and finally relax.

“Dad, Would you like to do the honors? cut the umbilical cord?” The nurse had asked.

“Oh? I- erm I …should. But I don’t wanna leave you? But also I don’t wanna leave…her- I….” Years later, Matty would realize that it was, in fact, this moment, that had made him into a dad. The moment that he felt conflict between choosing to stay by Jo’s side and hold her hand through what she had just accomplished , or let go of her hand to go meet his daughter instead.

“Go, Matty, go.” Jo had encouraged him, her voice weak from screaming. She nodded as he hesitantly loosened his hold on her hand.

“Let’s fuckin do this!” His shaky hands took the surgical scissors from the doctor and made the cut. “Oh my fuckin god, hiiii” matty cried as he met his daughter for the first time. He almost reached out to take her into his arms but, then, realized that it should be Jo who gets to hold her first.

“Would you like to-“

“Yes, oh god, yes, please?” Jo sat up straight.

Matty, with fresh tears still running down his cheeks, leapt into action adjusting her pillows to support her back as she leaned forward to receive her child.

“Oh god, Matty, look. She’s so….”

“Perfect.”

Everything, about Sophia, from conception to birth, had been perfect. So, it was a complete shock to Matty (and to Jo) when things changed postpartum.

It all started with Jo sleeping in a bit more than usual. At first, Matty had written it off as her body recovering from labor. After all, she’d literally housed, sheltered, and built a human being from scratch for 9 months. She was entitled to a little bit of extra sleep if that’s what she needed. Besides, he saw this as his opportunity to step in. While Jo was pregnant, Matty felt limited in how much help he could be. He flew back and forth in between tour dates to be at doctors appointments, and to help purchase the crib and pick out the nursery colors. He drove across the country to make it to specialty bakeries and shops to fulfill the strange flavor combinations of pregnancy cravings. But none of it was comparable to literally being pregnant. So, it was only fair that he take on some of the work now that the child was born, and let Jo get her rest.

He wanted to be the best dad he possibly could. So, he dove in head first. And he missed the signs. It wasn’t until he was holding Sophia in his arms, looking at Jo, as she laid in bed, saying “it’s a baby, Matty. All it does is cry and sleep. What does it want from me?” That he realized something was deeply wrong. By then, it was too late.

Matty walked around the messy house, eyes blood shot and sore. Whether it was the crying or the lack of sleep, he wasn’t sure. He went into the kitchen, pulling out a massive trash bag and hauling in all the empty takeout containers that had been sitting there all week, shoving them all into the trash bag. He needed to step up his housekeeping game. At this rate, they’ll be living in squalor by the next few days.

He pulled the only clean mug left out of the cupboard and reached for the coffee machine that had been on since this morning, pouring himself a cup.

“Fuckin hell.” He whispered at nothing in particular. What time was it? What day of week or month even was it? He tapped his phone screen for answers. It was a Wednesday in the middle of the month. Just shy of noon. He knew that the best thing he could possibly do for his family right now would be to admit that he’s in over his head. And ask for help.

***

“Where is she now?” Adam asked, stirring the sugar into Matty’s tea before placing the mug in front of him.

“home. Erm….the cleaning service is working on the house. Her mom is there, too, to watch Sophia while she showers and stuff, so….”

Adam nodded, at a loss for words. He squeezed Matty’s shoulder gently.

“What do I do? How do I fix this?” Matty’s eyes darted between Adam and Carly, who wizzed around the kitchen, preparing dinner, with her son at her feet.

“You can’t fix it, mate.” Adam shrugged. Sheepishly.

“I know; I know. But- what do I do?”

Adam simply rubbed his friends back, searching his brain for any words of solace or wisdom.

“Matty, have you eaten anything today?” Carly asked, with her back to him, standing at the stove and stirring something that Matty couldn’t quite see.

He was offended by the question. He’d come to her with the biggest problem he’s ever had to face and her response was to ask if he was hungry? Speechless and indignant, he shook his head. “I have not. No.” He gritted, anger palpable in his voice.

Carly knew better than to take it personally.

***

Carly and Adam exchanged a look. Adam nodded, rising to his feet and taking his child from between his mother’s legs. “C’mon, little man. It’s time for bed. Let’s get into the bath. Give mummy and uncle Matty a bit of time to chat.”

Carly walked over to Matty at the dining table, setting down two huge containers in front of him. “This one’s soup. This one’s chicken and veg. Take them home. Freeze the leftovers and defrost as needed.”

“Carly, I-“

“Comfort food is good. For both of you.” She smiled brightly. “She won’t have an appetite but keep offering it to her anyway.”

“Right.”

“I’m gonna send you a list. Maybe pop into the shops on your way home and buy some of it. Baby cream, nipple pads, stuff like that.”

Matty nodded, dutifully.

“I’ll speak to Patricia and Charli and everybody. We’ll start a rotation. Check in on her and- maybe even send you off to the store a few times. There are just some girl things that she might not have on. Just some bits and bobs to make her life easier.”

“Hmm. Yeah. I suppose.”

“Matty, darling, you know who you need to speak to here. Who she needs to speak to. And it isn’t me, and it isn’t Adam, or George, or Ross, or even a doctor who will rattle off some statistics at her. Why haven’t you done it yet?”

***

Carly was right. Matty knew the person for the job. The reason that he hadn’t called his mom yet was because he was ashamed. Ashamed to admit, in front of her, that he had failed. He’d failed his wife. Failed his kid. Failed to do what he claimed his mother’s struggle had taught him. Failed to be patient, failed to be empathetic. He expected too much from her and he resented her when she wouldn’t rise to it. And he hated that about himself.

But his mom was always there. All he needed to do was call her and say “mum, I need you.”

Denise rushed over.

“Oh, matty, it’s okay.” She placed her hand over his. “It’s different when it’s your partner, isn’t it?”

“Why, though? It shouldn’t be! It’s not like she’s any more or less of a person, a woman, or a mother than you were when you had me!”

Denise rolled her eyes. They both knew Matty was smarter than this. “Yeah, but that doesn’t matter, does it? You were 17 when I told you about my depression. It had been 17 years. You’d seen me differently. And you knew I loved you because you’d felt it your whole life. You were only finding out about that stuff after the fact. This is not the same. Besides, the way that you feel about your partner is not supposed to be like the way that you feel about your mother, or if it is then I haven’t done my job raising you right.”

Matty frowned and licked his lips, searching his brain for a clever comeback.

“You feel like you’ve been abandoned. Like she’s left all the parenting on you and you’re trying your best but she’s not giving you much to work with.” Denise simply stated.

Matty laughed in disbelief. “That’s absurd. She hasn’t abandoned me.”

“Course, she hasn’t. She’s got an illness, she’s not a bad mother. But that’s what it feels like. And that’s okay. You’re allowed to be scared. You’re a new father too. You’ve got no idea what you’re doing and you want to be able to do turn to her but you can’t.”

“I- “ matty turned tongue-tied. Unsure how to respond. It made him uncomfortable to have his unspoken thoughts said out loud for him. “did dad ever…?”

“I don’t know. You’d have to ask him. I didn’t really speak much to him at the time. Sort of….blamed him for it, actually. A part of me felt like, somehow, he had done this to me or something.”

Matty listened, wondering if Jo felt that way about him.

“In fact, why don’t you go do that right now. Call him round. I’ll get upstairs and check on Jo.”

***

Tim left Matty flipping through old photo albums and went to answer the door, smiling wide and proud when he was met with Louis at his brothers doorstep. “You’re joining the crew?”

“You didn’t think you’d have a party without me and I wouldn’t find out about it, did ya?” Louis winked. “Nah, mum called. Said to come to Matty’s instantly.”

“Get in there!” Denise appeared behind them. “And don’t call it a party that’s insensitive.”

She shut the door, beckoning both men to huddle in the corner with her.

“We’re all here for one thing and one thing only.” Denise spoke with the command of a military officer issuing orders . “To watch the baby for the next two days. We work in shifts. Louis, you’re young and still have your back. You’ll take the overnight shift. Tim you start now. I’ll step in between you two.”

The two men exchanged a smile, nodding.

“And if you want to be here off the clock, you are not a houseguest. You don’t just sit sound and expect to be catered to. Consider yourself a contributing member of the household. Roll up your sleeves and see what needs doing around here. Let’s give them some time and room to figure out what Jo needs.”

***

Matty felt his heart shatter into a million pieces inside his chest when he walked into their bedroom and saw Jo, hugging the duvet, with tears in her eyes.

He rushed over to her, but as he reached for her hand, he recalled all the times that he’d tried to initiate any form of physical intimacy over the last few weeks —a hug, a cuddle, a kiss, sex— only for her to turn him down. He pulled away, hesitant, and not wanting to pressure her into anything. He wasn’t sure if these attempts were his way of trying to comfort her or if it was himself who needed the comforting. He would never think that he could possibly understand what she was going through, but, he couldn’t deny that he needed her, too. So much so that he was certain a simple touch from her would bring him to his knees.

“Jo, Darling,” he whispered, “fuck. You have no idea how much I wish I could kiss you right now.“

Jo blushed as if it were the first time that he had ever looked at her that way.

“Your mom- Denise, she…well, she and I talked. I don’t think I’m okay, Matty.”

He sat on the bed, looking at her. She was a shell of the person that he’d fallen in love with. “It’s alright, baby-“

“How can it be alright? I’m a mother! I- I’m a danger to my own child. When I should be her first and fiercest protector!” Jo yelled, sobbing into her own hands.

The sound of her crying was worse than a knife to Matty’s chest.

“Well, it’s a good thing she’s got me, then, isn’t it?” Matty pulled her into his lap, laying her head against him.

“I love her…” Jo tried to convince herself of her own words “ I want to love her.”

“Course, you do, Jo. You’re just not able to feel much of anything right now. Because of what you’re going through. But, we’ll fix it. I promise. We will.” He planted a kiss to her head “I’m sorry, honey. I’m really sorry I let it get this bad.”

“Matty, it’s not your fault-“

“No, it is. I- I thought that I was being a good dad by prioritizing Sophia over you. I thought it was what I was supposed to do. I thought it was what was best for us all.” She felt Matty’s tears dripping down onto her hair. “But it’s you, Jo. You’re what’s best for all three of us. Sophia and I need you. We’re nothing without you.”

Jo wished she had the will or capacity to comfort him, to want to hold her daughter in her arms. She knew it must be difficult on him, and she hated being a source of his pain.

“I’m sorry, Matty-“

“No!” She felt him stiffen. “Don’t. Don’t apologize. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, you hear me? You’re not alone. Neither are Sophia and I. Look how many people it took to get us to talk” he giggled at the thought. “Look how many people love you and want to support you.”

He saw the beginnings of a smile on her face. “Carly has practically started a catering business trying to feed us. You should see our kitchen. It’s never been this stocked up even when we’re both at home.”

Jo let out a small chuckle, the first since Sophia was born.

To Matty, that small sound was like finding water in the middle of wandering the desert.

***

Matty walked up and down room at the pace that he had discovered was most comfortable for baby Sophia to nap. He rocked her gently in his arms whispering, “you’re gonna be a sweet quiet girl yeah? Look at mommy. She’s so pretty when she’s asleep next to your crib, don’t you think, Soph? You take after her, that’s for certain. Let’s go get mommy a blanket, yeah? Shall we? Look at you! Taking care of mommy already. Bestest baby in the world, you are.”

[nayatarot777]

what do you need to admire yourself for? ~ pac

*pics not mine. they’re from pinterest

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• pile 1 • 🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼

hi pile 1! welcome to your reading ☺️

one of your most admirable traits is your ability to break through limitations and barriers - most of which i feel are set in place by others or external circumstances outside of your control. you guys may have been raised by a family who put so much burden and unnecessary expectations onto you. they expected you to handle most of the responsibilities that the grown adults should’ve been handling. this doesn’t just have to be things like chores. i’m picking up on parenting children (most likely your siblings) when you were just a child yourself.

for others of you, your parents were extremely hard workers when you were growing up, so you were left with the responsibility of being the parent at home when your parents were working to sustain the family financially. for those of you who this message resonates with, please remember that although your parents did their absolute best to provide for you and your siblings, you still have the right to feel like your childhood was robbed of you. that doesn’t mean that you’re calling your parents “bad parents”. it just means that the responsibilities of the family that they created clashed with their financial responsibilities and unfortunately, you were the one who the extra responsibility was added onto (presumably because you’re the eldest). you still had the right to a healthy childhood, it’s just that circumstances got in the way.

for some of you in particular, you come from an abundant family. if not financial abundance then an abundance of people who all live under the same roof. those who you cared for really admire and appreciate you. especially any grandparents that you may have had to care for. some of your grandparents have passed (and if not then their physical state of being might be limited. not being able to speak or express themselves due to health conditions like dementia for example). they’re coming through to say that you’ve made the last few years of their life happier and much more content. you really have given them a lot of comfort in what was probably a very worrying part of their life when their health was deteriorating. they’re so thankful and appreciative of you. i feel so much gratitude and love from the grandparents that i’m picking up from this message that i want to cry 😭

you’re really breaking through generational curses and a lot of you may even have siblings who you’ve raised with a much healthier mindset and sense of self than your caregivers would’ve or could’ve given them.

if these siblings are younger than you, i’m seeing that they’ll be the ones in your future who will be more than happy to come to your aid when you need help. they will give you the care that you give them when you need it.

for others of you, i’m seeing that you may be the one who held your parents accountable for their mistakes, and that you managed to create a healthier household. a lot of you have shown your parents the generational curses that they fed into and now they’ve been laid to rest (or at least your family is in this process currently as everyone tries to improve themselves for the sake of each other).

generally speaking, you know how to turn your burdens into abundance. whatever that means for you. you’re growing a whole garden of abundance and you’re fertilising it with the motivation that you have to push you and your family to not live a life full of hardship.

a lot of you in this pile are the first to do something in your family. i feel like this is about being the first to reach a certain level of education or starting a business of your own.

you’ve invested so much energy into this family unit, and i’m seeing that it made everything 10x better. you’re a truth speaker and you do what needs to be done. you see things through until the end with determination to create stability and abundance for your loved ones.

there’s actually a message that you’ve done enough. a lot of you feel like you have to be on go all the time but you deserve rest and relaxation. you deserve to be cared for now. thanks to you, major cycles have been completed or are coming to an end because of the fact that you were adamant to do better - as well as making other people realise that they need to do better 💛

• pile 2 • 🧃🧃🧃🧃🧃🧃🧃🧃

hello pile 2, welcome to your reading ☺️

immediately i’m seeing that you guys know how to hold your own when you’re being attacked. whether that’s verbally, physically, spiritually or psychically. doesn’t matter. i’m seeing one person defend themselves from multiple people, basically being jumped. a lot of you are great fighters physically too (you better do what you gotta do, pile 2 👀😂).

i’m seeing that a lot of you often face conflict with others who try you. they test you because you look like or seem like the type of person who’s defenceless. these are usually those who you’ve helped heal in some way. i’m ngl, a lot of people see you as vulnerable or someone who wouldn’t have the strength to stand their ground. i’m seeing that this is mainly because of your physical looks as well as the loving, caring, healing energy that you exert to people.

you’re represented by the star. very peaceful, healing, and caring. you care for those who are in need of help. a lot of people could place you into the role of their own personal therapist or little helper, and as soon as you set boundaries and want to show up as who you are authentically (instead of the role that other people project onto you), bitches wanna start to attack you. they don’t expect the verbal, spiritual, or physical beat down that they receive. a lot of these people operate in groups too. they subconsciously know that they could never try you by themselves, so they usually gather a group of people to do their bs alongside them. but you deal with every single one of them with ease.

you have a very strong sense of self. you know exactly who you are and once you realise that you’re being taken advantage of due to not implementing boundaries when they were needed, i feel like you waste no time in setting the record straight which people don’t like. you might struggle to trust in your intuition at times regarding whether or not people are actually using you for their own benefit instead of keeping you around because they value you. don’t denounce your intuition. it’s never wrong.

you’re full of such happiness and joy. you’re definitely the types of people who light up other people’s lives. you might always be the type who’s smiling, laughing, nurturing people. this breeds a lot of jealousy in others. in miserable people who aren’t as likeable, approachable or impressive as you. you’re unique af and you stand out. i’m seeing aquarius and leo - sister signs - both of which you could have in your birth chart. or you could have a prominent sun/uranus or prominent 5th house and 11th house placements. you take away some people’s shine (in their minds) because they feel like they don’t measure up. that’s because they’re often in secret competition. by themselves. because you don’t even realise that they’re in competition with you most of the time. i’m seeing that you see the signs but you’re such a pure person that you don’t expect others to be like that. operating with a jealously competitive mindset is alien to you.

some of you may even have people psychically or spiritually attacking you, but their energy is weak af against you. Ra (the sun god) may be someone who you’d like to look into. you’re heavily connected to him and he defends you like no other, alongside your spirit guides and ancestors. these people’s witchcraft or evil eye doesn’t even touch you. i’m hearing that you’re covered by God’s protection. a lot of these people actually get extremely scared when they send some bs your way because it immediately comes back to them and causes problems in their lives. they know that it’s their karma for even attempting to direct negativity your way. this results in people who do this being intimidated by you. and since i’m picking up on group energy from these hating bitches, you could even have a whole coven who’ve tried to put some sort of black magic onto you and they STILL couldn’t affect you. weak as hell 😭

and yk what? i’m seeing that after all of the bs that they put you through after switching up on you, or randomly attacking you out of jealousy, you’re able to transmute that feeling of betrayal into something positive. i’m hearing that you guys literally look back and laugh at these situations, turning it into a positive learning lesson. often times, you see these people fighting amongst themselves after they try you. your ancestors/spirit guides are to thank for that lmaoo.

you guys are peaceful people until your peace is disturbed. and you STILL come out on top. i also feel like you guys don’t hold grudges when you could if you wanted to since you’d have every right to. any expectations put onto you, you fight off. you’re not letting anybody impose on who you should be, your dreams and aspirations, and your purpose. you know exactly who you are. i fw you, pile 2. keep doing whatever you’re doing because it’s getting you far in life.

also, a little message from your higher self;

they want to applause you for learning how to heal yourself. again, people are jealous of this. people who try to find healing in areas of life that won’t be healing for them - money, superficial relationships or relationships built on trauma bonding, drugs even. they’re mad because they feel like they don’t know how to put themselves back together but you do.

they’re also envious of your ability to remotely view situations (seeing things from a higher perspective). you’re very connected to your higher self and you have a very strong sense of faith. your way of living life might be copied by others. but this obviously doesn’t work for them because your healing processes and techniques all come together for YOU, like your own personal healing project. you’ve probably taken multiple aspects of psychology, religion, spirituality, etc, and designed your own belief system to follow. and clearly it’s working for you because it was made for you, by you. not these other people. they could’ve learned from you but they expected you to baby them and hold their hand every step of the way while they didn’t do anything to help themselves.

focusing on your healing is not a bad thing. it’s actually the best thing for you to do. don’t feel like you should’ve stuck around or not put in boundaries because they “needed your help”. they wanted your help (mainly for their own selfish reasons without giving anything back) but they need to help themselves. trying to help them is like walking down a dirt road, holding their hand as they lay on the floor. you’d have to drag them to get them to that healing point, slowing down your healing process immensely. that’s not your problem. and thank god these people aren’t your problem anymore. 💛

• pile 3 • 🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋

hi, pile 3, welcome to your reading ☺️

i see that you guys help a whole lot of people. you create opportunities for others through teaching them valuable knowledge. and this knowledge helps people to protect themselves from really bad situations or dangerous people. i’m picking up on advocates who help people out of domestically abusive situations, or who help children to escape from abusive homes. this could be something as simple as what you preach online, but it really gives people a lot of precious knowledge that helps to keep them safe.

i’m also seeing that a lot of you have created opportunities for yourself and others to level up in something. i’m mainly seeing a business but it doesn’t have to be. whatever this structure is, you really help people climb the ladder to something. you guys could be financial advisors of some sort.

some of you are teachers who teach children in a really valuable way. i feel like you leave none of the children in your classes out, in terms of catering to multiple different learning styles.

there’s a major message about you surpassing what others would see as abundance. perhaps you came from a family full of wealth or privilege in some way, but i feel like you guys have decided to actually take steps to build something for yourself without the help of others. despite some of you being people from privileged backgrounds, you aren’t okay with just living off of another’s abundance, even if it is family’s. you still want to make a name for yourself. i’m even seeing a lot of you guys using your abundance for charities and for those in need.

there’s just a huge humanitarian vibe with this pile.

to bring it back to you personally, the way that you know how to escape situations unscathed is admirable. your boundaries are strong and firm at this point of your life, and you’ve created a very protected space for yourself.

you also jump at the chance to take opportunities that i honestly feel like most people wouldn’t if they were in a comfortable space like you, but you don’t settle for comfortability 😂 again, financially, i’m picking up on a lot of abundance around you, but you’re willing to create your own.

a lot of you are also extremely loving and caring towards children. children see you as someone who they can learn a lot from. kids might ask you a lot of questions incessantly for this reason, even if they usually don’t do that with others 😂

you know how to make people feel comfortable. your whole energy gives off “stability” and you’re willing to lend a helping hand to those who need it. even if you’re not financially abundant, this abundance could pertain to the abundance you have within yourself. i feel like you’ve established yourself and who you are - another reason why younger people look up to you. you show people the way to pure, genuine acceptance of themselves, or their life circumstances while also showing them how to overcome a lot of expectations. particularly from traditions. because that’s what you’ve had to do.

a lot of you may not have a lot of money, but you’ve surpassed the attachment that many have to currency. you understand that there is more to life than just work. your energy is expansive - particularly your mind - and i feel like a lot of you have escaped from the tradition of living to work. i’m even hearing that you’ve escaped the rat race, so a lot of you could definitely have your own business.

if that’s the case, then your business partners and employees are happy working with you. again, you provide a comfortable environment in the workspace and genuinely care about elevating people to your level. you have this mindset of “we can all win” and i love that.

you also know how to talk people through their pain. people who have kind of shut themselves off from others due to being hurt so many times. i’m hearing that you’re the chip on their shoulder that helps them navigate whatever they’re going through in life. you could be counsellors, therapists, or people who have the knowledge to counsel people due to you studying psychology and human behaviour and being a therapist to yourself. that’s impressive, pile 3. you should be proud of yourself for that.

i’m also seeing that you listen to your intuition more than your fear, and you teach other people to do the same. you could have sagittarius in your chart because i’m really feeling a teacher type of energy from you guys. naturally. your south node could be in sagittarius or in the 9th house in your astrological birth chart. or you have sag/9th house placements.

to sum this up, you sacrifice your comforts in life to help others, and that’s what’s admirable af about you. because there are plenty of people who wouldn’t do that 💛

[plumpedxprincess]

The Breeding Facility (Part 1)

reader insert | accelerated pregnancy

this has been in my drafts for so long… part 2 and 3 coming soon

~~~

You arrived at the facility around noon. What used to be an old college dormitory was now the home to a breeding facility, where people of all different backgrounds could come to help the population crisis currently plaguing the world.

You had heard about these places before, where people come to constantly be reproducing. You had never expected yourself to want to come to a place like this.

You were a bit scared to see the changes that would occur to your body. You weren’t the tallest person ever and your flat chest and thin stature didn’t boast well for breeding. But the facility had accepted your application almost immediately.

The lady at the check in desk was heavily pregnant with more than one child. You wondered how many children she was carrying, how far along she was. She gave you a friendly smile before she ordered another women, also heavily pregnant, to guide you to your room.

All you had was a small bag of personal items, since clothing and other necessities were provided for you. You followed the waddling lady, finally coming upon your own room.

It was bare inside besides a nice bed, a desk, and a couch. There was a bathroom next to the door, and a window near the bed.

“Thank you,” you tell the woman.

She rubs her stomach as she reads your file. “Looks like your first appointment is in an hour. Take the hallway down to the end and turn left. Look for Dr. Ambrosia’s room.”

She waddles off and you set to placing your belongings throughout your room. After an hour, you follow her directions to your new doctor.

On your way there, you see various pregnant people on a walk together, waddling as fast as they can through the corridors. You peek into a few of the other dorm windows to see people of all different stages of pregnancy.

“Welcome,” your doctor says as she situates you on a chair with stirrups on it. She is the only person you have seen who isn’t pregnant, which makes sense, you suppose, since she and the other doctors need to care for the other pregnancies.

“Now, you’ve never been pregnant before, correct?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you smile at her, “I feel like it’s kind of obvious.” You gesture to your flat stomach.

She grins back, “Well, we can fix that.”

She shuffled through a few papers, “Now, we start everyone out with one baby, but since this is a breeding facility, these pregnancies are accelerated. Typically, for solo pregnancies, we narrow down 9 months to 9 days. You will give birth in just over a week.”

You feel surprised at the fast pace, but you also feel yourself growing eager to get started.

“From there, we determine if you are more suited for an even quicker 5 day solo or a 10 day with multiples. We go from case to case, so you’ll be able to choose what exactly you want to do. After each pregnancy you have a rest period as well.”

She goes over some medications to take to reduce stretch marks, nausea, and growing pains, since everything happens so fast.

“Sound like you’re up for it?”

You nod eagerly at her.

“Great! Then we will can start with your insemination.”

~~~

The first three days were fine. Mild morning sickness and a little back pain as your body got used to taking the accelerator medication along with finally being pregnant.

You were starting to love the facility. There was green space to spend time outside, there were three buffet style dining halls, and you could pretty much do anything you wanted. Your only job was to grow.

You finally had a nervous burst of excitement on your fourth day, when you woke up to a noticeable bump. Along with your new belly, your breasts were larger, and your hips a bit wider. Your nipples were sensitive to the touch, but not in a bad way. It wasn’t a super big change, but it made you eager for the following days.

With so much access to food finally, you gained more weight with each meal.

On your fifth and sixth day, the changes to your body had you running down to the little mini mart near the check-in office to buy a vibrator. You hadn’t realized how turned on you would get from your new body, constantly rubbing your new belly and ample curves.

Day seven came and you finally went back to the doctor’s wing, for a check up with Dr. Ambrosia.

“My, you are taking to this pregnancy very well! Have there been any issues at all?”

“Not that I can tell,” you say, absentmindedly caressing your bump. You had seen many others doing that, and now you realized it was just something that happened unconsciously. You loved feeling your protruding midsection.

The doctor ran a few tests to make sure everything was going well. By the end of the visit, she suggested bed rest for the next few days since it was your first pregnancy.

You mostly snoozed through the next few days, transitioning between eating food that was sent to your door, napping, and getting off. Your full belly was bigger than you had expected, but you loved the feeling.

You felt kicks occasionally, knowing your child was restless to leave your womb.

Late in the evening on the ninth day, you headed to a dining hall before you were scheduled for labor. Your belly was huge, leaving you waddling down the hall like the other women you had seen. Your back ached and you had noticed your butt had gotten bigger too.

Your clothes weren’t fitting entirely well, but since it was the last day, you didn’t seem to mind all that much. The shorts you wore left little to the imagination, showing off your larger thighs and hips. You loved your thighs and how soft they were, gently rubbing them when you sat to eat.

Your shirt stopped around your belly button, leaving your stomach exposed beneath your navel. You noticed a few of the ladies you sat with were the same.

You feasted on a burger and fries, drinking a large soda along with it. The carbonation and greasy food filled you up well, making you feel full.

It was just about time for you to head to the birthing wing, and like clockwork, you felt your water break. A part of you was nervous and anxious to get the first birth over with. But you were sad to see your belly go. You liked it a lot.

As you struggled a bit to get up to begin the walk to the labor rooms, you smiled to yourself. This was only the first pregnancy. There was sure to be more in the future, bigger and better than this one.

You couldn’t wait.

~~~

[cloudninetonine]

Ugh I was just thinking about the procession of game events with the chain, specifically Hyrule, and it gives me heartworms to imagine Guide playing his game as a child, and so that it’s just 2 children fighting against the world who only have each other, then they meet again as adults in the flesh and one of them immediately recognizes the other and seems to fall in love at first sight…. Ugh what true love Im melting.

Conversely you apply this to other members like Time and Legend, who have had it rough and it quickly sours. Legend, who has someone who has been there through his worst times, always the same age and so they grow together but simultaneously grow apart due to circumstances beyond their control, and so he blames them for leaving him, a childhood friend that he can’t trust to stay when he needs them. It’s like the inverse to the Hyrule dynamic: a childhood love that curdled rather than bloomed.

And finally Time. God, Time, who already struggles with coming to terms with his own journeys and how they impacted his age, both mentally and physically in the sense that he and Guide started off together the same, as children, Time finally has another friend other than Navi or Saria, one that will also disappear like them but one day they come back, and… they’re really much younger, a decade at most. And Time is suddenly in the position of no longer friend, rather guardian, protector, even a guardian figure. It distorts the relationship past what it initially was. So in conclusion you’ve got: 1) a classic childhood friends to lovers plot that is sweet in its earnestness and simplicity. 2) a bitter rift between once friends, now strangers who have to learn to trust each other again. 3) a dynamic in which 2 people care for each other so much, but time and circumstances distort that relationship and suddenly one of them is wiser, more battle-bruised, more traumatized. In a way, completely unrecognizable, like a war veteran coming home to their sweetheart but they’ve been completely changed by their experiences. Ahhhhh it’s all so tragic 😭😭😭 I could retrospect it all day, I’d love to hear your thoughts on it, even with the other Links and, y’know, coupled with the fact that most of them can’t even remember Guide, so that’s yet ANOTHER box on top of the already big pile of emotional shit everybody’s going through.

ANON WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME I'M IN PAIN

Coming in with a false sense of fluff with Hyrule and Player and the idea of Real true love then slapping me with the crushing pain that follows the Veteran and Old Man like the stench of death to a corpse 😭😭😭😭 I love it by god it fucking hurts to read it. Legend's bitterness and Time's feeling of lost, well, time being forced to grow up faster because of everything he went through

I need a fucking drink /j

[thisismynamenowxpoetry]

ATTENTION GEN Z, I know we hate poetry, but please, if you've ever felt alone, or hated technology, or hated Gen Alpha, please read this, repost, do whatever, but please, this was written for all of you <3

The news this morning 

Was talking about how we go to Chat GPT

For therapy

And advice

And my mother said it’s just because we don’t know how

To communicate face to face

When why should we?

You shoved an iPad into our faces

The second we were old enough to comprehend it

You put on the TV

And we believed the characters were speaking live

And they could see us

Through those pixels

Why shouldn’t we turn to a computer

To give us answers

When it’s that that gave us the issues to begin with?

Why shouldn’t we

Chat with a computer

About nothing and everything

When it is that 

That made us feel so isolated?

People wonder

Why we’re so concerned about Gen Alpha

And it’s obvious

When we think about it

It’s not because they’re growing up too fast

It’s because we know what it’s like

To have wires shoved into our veins

And now

Now they were born with them

Already pulsing through their blood

We don’t want them to make the same mistakes we did

But I think it’s too late,

They’re already turning into what we don’t want

Anyone

To ever be

And it’s scary to watch,

We know what technology has done to us

And we don’t want to watch anyone else

Succumb to it like we did

We are the last generation

Who went outside to play

And know what birds sound like

And wish to break their phones

We are the last generation

That will ever

Ever 

Have a normal childhood

Now we can just watch

As the depression rates get higher

And more young children know what suicide is

Too early

And learn how to self harm

And lose their innocence

And be scared of men

And not care for dolls

We are scared of them

But we’re scared for them

Of course we turn to AI to talk to

Our parents don’t get it,

They can barely find opening hours for a shop,

While we can find a 10-step guide on how to murder,

Or build a bomb,

And guides on how to manipulate your body

And everything is at our fingertips

This is generational trauma that they have created

We can watch someone shooting their brains out

And we can receive photos from anyone

And why do we know what everything we shouldn’t worry about is?

We had COVID

And we turned to screens

And went on TikTok

And created trends

And it felt like a community

Until everyone was there

And we couldn’t do anything

And we got addicted

And we can’t turn back

We started with chat rooms

And we found like minded-people

And it was always “sweetie, be careful of creeps on the internet”

And now it’s just

“Be in bed by 10”

But we’ll keep scrolling

And we all have friends who live half the world away

And if you mention that

Someone has to ask if you’ve called yet

And “have you seen their face?”

We can look at anything

There are guides for everything

We know where Kim K was two minutes ago

And why do I feel pressure to always have something on my story?

We talk to robots

Because no adults will ever know

How sick we feel 

Before we go on our phones

No adults can know

How we’ve seen every scar

And depression become a trend

And we have to use the hashtag actuallyautistc

No adults will know

How there are video essays on anything

And we shouldn’t know about everyone that has been raped

Or murdered

And we shouldn’t have wikihow

On how to be attractive

It started as a joke,

How stupid is this thing I found?,

But we keep reading it

And we start to believe it

Why would we read books?

Technology is constantly advancing

Everything is irrelevant in months

And we must be careful not to be cancelled

And a dress can divide a nation

We don’t want to watch Gen Alpha

Leap so blindy into their screens

Trusting what they read,

We want to keep it for us,

We have to live with it,

And as much as they suck,

It is our fault for staying 

And posting everything

We are a sad generation with happy pictures

And a face full of makeup

And we’re just perpetuating stereotypes

And you can’t like something unless you’re obsessed

We can know the cure for any medical condition

But there is no guide on how to destory our screens

And lives

And I know I’m fifteen

But this is ruining mine,

And so many others' lives.

We don’t want to see little kids

On their mums phones

And my mother defends it,

Saying mums just need a minute to breathe,

But please

Anything else

I don’t want to see a baby already addicted to CocoMelon

We don’t want to see

More people falling into a hole

And we know it’s why we’re sad

But nobody else should have to go through it,

That’s for us,

That’s an us problem

I saw a six year old

Using Drunk Elephant

And swearing in her GRWM

And none of that is fair,

How are we letting this slide?

But we can’t do anything

Because we don’t want to admit there’s a problem

We can learn anything about Hitler

And anything about Meryl Streep

And it can be within the same two fucking clicks

I remember

When my age on TikTok clocked over to 15

A few days before my actual birthday

And it was then

That all I saw was suicide notes,

And self harm scars

And how to hide things from your parents guides

And abuse stories

There was no going back,

Every other person whose a teenage girl on the app

Is probably met with the same things as me

The algorithm

Is designed to show you a positive video

Every few scrolls

Just to keep you hooked,

And it works,

It’s a science,

It works to a T

We can know where any friend is

And read receipts plague us

And anything will be screenshot

And used against you

School thought taking away our phones 

Would fix this,

Like it’s a magical cure,

When all it’s teaching us

Is how addicted we are,

And how best to hide an earbud

And we need music to concentrate!

Or course we do,

We have constant stimulation

It is never quiet

There is always a voice talking

We are getting mad at kids for being on a phone

When we all know

We’re just mad that it is actually happening

And we can’t warn them

And no one will listen

Because how could it be that bad?

In ten years

People who grew up with technology 

Are going to end up with something like PTSD

Because we can’t let go of it

We can’t put it down,

We can get an essay written for us in seconds,

And Dall-E can make anything for us

So of course we’ll talk to AI,

It’s better than talking to a real person

And acting like we’re okay,

We’d rather sit behind a screen

And control sims

And listen to music

So we can’t hear our minds

Every time I scroll through

I’m met with tales of girls who get killed by their fathers,

Every time I scroll through

I’m showen another 7 second video

With sad litte text

On sad little faces

We want to escape,

We want to tear our veins out,

Rip the wires,

Shove them back in to our body

After we re-wire our brains,

Of course,

Because we can diagnose ourselfs with any mental illness

That we see fit

Because there has to be something wrong with you

We will never go back,

It is impossible 

We have Whispers from Pinterest

And sad purple quotes

Lining our camera roll

Which should highlight our happy moments

But is just videos of us crying

It has ruined relationships,

How dare we follow another guy,

How dare he like another girl's photo?

We have our music right there

We don’t have to learn lyrics,

We can play any instrument,

We must like Taylor Swift,

We must have Kanye West

Everything is a trend

And your clothes must match your aesthetic

And you have to be funny

Or smart

Or creative

And how dare we burn out?

How dare we burn out

When if we didn’t rot in our beds

Scrolling aimlessly

Would solve half our problems?

There is no fix now,

We have to watch them grow up

Knowing they’ll ask what this-big-word is

Before they’re even five

Because an ad came up on mummy’s phone

And “what’s a vape?”

And “am I fat?”

All we can do now

Is listen to our sad songs

And act like social media

Didn’t ruin our perceptions

On everything.

[gennyanydots]

Grumpy Games

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

Part of the ‘Spitfire universe’ *can be read alone but best enjoyed read in the series.

TW: *18+ only Minors DNI. Adult situations vaguely mentioned. Paintball guns.

AN: is this accurate? Who knows. Not me.

You’re……..tired. You’re just tired. You feel like you’ve been tired for a while. It’s not even the sleepy tired, you’re just done. You would even go so far to say you’re grumpy. At everything. You try your hardest not to take it out on anyone especially your children but sometimes lately your fuse is just a little short. The breaks you get are nice. When someone offers to babysit or when Jake comes home from work. Jake always takes over for a while when he comes home which is amazing but it’s still a lot and it just all seems to be adding up lately. You’re not sure if anyone has noticed. You hope not. You try not to let it on that you’re anything but your normal self. You’re just a little more overwhelmed than normal. It’ll pass. It always does.

Today hasn’t been so bad. It was a Friday which means you have Jake for the next two days. Ella took an extra long nap this morning. Eli went to school without any fuss. He barely even noticed when you left. You were finally able to get a couple things done off of your ever growing to do list. You were even early to pick up Eli. That’s when the normalcy to your day ended.

After picking up Eli from daycare and coming home, you noticed a note taped to your door. It creeped you out for a minute before you got close enough and realized it had your name on it in a familiar handwriting so you quickly opened it and read:

“Darlin,

Change into some clothes that you can move around easily in and ones you don’t care if you get dirty. Drop the kids off with their grandma in their pajamas. She has further instructions for you.

Love you,

Jake”

Weird.

Best not to question Jake and his oddball ideas, so inside you went with the kiddos and got them ready for Penny’s house and then changed into some black leggings and a black tank top, both of which could get gross and you wouldn’t really care. Plus it’s not like Jake wouldn’t just buy you new ones. You loaded the kids back into the car and headed off to their grandma’s house. Eli was very excited to see his grandma. Penny always spoiled both of your kids, though everyone always spoiled them. At least you’ve gotten Eli to consistently say ‘Thank you’ lately so you feel a little bit better letting your husband’s large adopted family spoil the kids.

Penny was at the door when you arrived and when you stopped the car to park she held up a hand to stop you as she came outside. You rolled down your window.

“No use turning the car off just to turn it on again. I can get the little terrors out of the car,” Penny said with a smile. She went and got Eli out first, making sure he kissed you goodbye first, then set him down and then walked over to Ella’s car seat and grabbed her out and grabbed her diaper bag. Penny even leaned Ella slightly into the car so you could give her a goodbye kiss too.

“So, do you have any idea what this is all about?” You ask Penny as she puts Ella on her hip.

“I do,” she says with a grin.

“You’re not gonna tell me are you?” You ask.

“And ruin the surprise? Nope. But I have two things for you. Wait here,” Penny says before corralling your son into her house and passing Ella off to a waiting Amelia. She comes back out less than a minute later and hands you a piece of paper and a pink bandana. “You need to wear the bandana in some way and you need to go to this address.”

You wrapped the bandana around your head like a headband then looked down at the address, you have no idea where this is, “Is Jake going to murder me and leave me out in the desert?”

Penny laughs, “Of course not! First of all you’d fight back. Second of all at least 12 people would kill him on sight and five of those people wouldn’t mind going to jail.”

You shrug, “I guess you’re right.”

Penny grins, “I’m always right, babe. But enough chitchat. You need to get a move on. Also, I’m keeping your kids overnight. Okay bye!” She tapped the hood of your car as she walked back.

You looked at her funny before yelling, “Bye!” back as you reversed out of her driveway.

It took about 20 minutes to drive wherever the little piece of paper told you. When you pulled in there was a small building that had a pretty forest behind it. There weren’t any distinguishing features about the place. You still had no idea what you were doing here.

You parked your car and felt your phone vibrate in your hand and saw a text from Jake, “Come inside.” You read aloud. “Still giving ‘getting ax murdered in the woods by my husband vibes��� but sure let me just go into the nondescript building.” You laughed at your own words as you got out of the car and headed inside.

“Welcome!” A man called out as you walked in. You looked towards him behind a glass counter and walked up to him. He seemed to be the only one in the small shop. He looked to be older than you, maybe Mav’s age.

“Umm hi my husband gave me a piece of paper with this address?” You said as you looked around. There were some racks of clothing in the small shop. A lot of it camouflage.

“Your husband is Jake Seresin?” The man asks and you nod. “Perfect. Let’s get you set up.”

“Set up for what exactly?” You ask and worry your bottom lip.

“You’re going into battle, my dear,” the man said and smiled. “We have to get you fitted up before I turn you loose.”

“I don’t get it….” You say looking at him confused still. Battle? You? Nope. Not interested. Now a nap sounds good. Maybe you could battle nap.

“You will,” the man says and leads you through a doorway where you see a camo jacket over top of something on a bench. You’re not sure what but you know the jacket looks lumpy. “Jacket’s yours. If you get hot you can wrap it around your waist but know it might hurt more. Smart girl wearing black.”

“Umm thank you?” You say and walk over to the jacket and pick it up. Underneath it is a paintball gun filled with pink paint balls, some fingerless gloves, and a mask.

You look at the man questioningly who just nods at you. You put on the jacket and gloves and pick up the paintball gun.

“I’ll go over some rules and then explain how your game is going to work, okay?” The man says.

You nod and he goes over a few safety rules with you and explains how to use your gun.

“Now, here’s how your game is going to work. You are the pink team’s captain. You need to find your team members. You have 10 minutes to find your team members before the game starts. Your team members are all hiding but once you see them they can move and follow you. The green team isn’t allowed out until after the 10 minutes. You have a base. If a team member is on base they cannot be shot but they can only be on base for five minutes and then must be off for at least five minutes. There are extra paintballs and bottles of water at your base. There are five green team members, including your husband. Your team needs to get them all out by shooting them. One of them must be shot by you. You are not allowed to be shot unless all of your team members are out and I highly doubt that will happen. All the other players besides you are wearing pink or green shirts so it’s easy to distinguish between them. After an hour if you’re all still playing I will call time over a megaphone and I’ll have pizza here waiting and then you’ll go out again if you all want. Do you have any questions?” He asks after explaining everything to you.

“Who is on my team?” You ask.

“That is for you to find out,” he says with a grin. “My name is George. If you have any problems at all just start hollering my name and nobody is allowed to hit you. When I hear you I’ll pause the game and help you with whatever you might need.”

“Thank you, George,” you say and give him a kind smile. He helps get a few last things ready and makes sure your safety is on for you to run. He then leads you to a door leading outside and opens it and holds it open.

“Okay my dear, are you ready?” George asks.

“Ready!” You say back and bend your knees a little to sprint off when you can.

“On the count of three. One…… two…… three!” George yells and you run off into the woods.

You’re only running for about 30 seconds before you see your first teammate, Natasha, who joins you running to find the others.

Not too long after that you hear, “Baby girl!” You grin and head towards the voice seeing Javy casually leaning against a tree, “Took you long enough.”

“I literally just started,” you said and laughed.

He grins and nods his head towards his right and the three of you are off in that direction.

“How many people are on our team?” You ask the other two.

“We have six. Green has five,” Javy says.

You nod then see a flash of pink. You head over and see Maverick who seems to be chatting with someone, “Found you!” You yell and he turns to you smiling. As you get closer you see who he had been talking to.

“Is that Warlock?” You turn to Natasha and ask.

Warlock laughs, “Getting to shoot those other guys was too good of a time to pass up.”

You smile, “I’m glad you were able to come out then. So, who are we missing?”

Javy sighs, “Your son’s favorite uncle who isn’t his godfather.”

You smile, “Oh good! I’m sure he will love shooting at Jake.”

Just then you hear a megaphone, “Five minute warning!”

“C’mon let’s get to the base,” Maverick says and starts leading you all towards the base. The base ends up being just a wooden platform on the ground. The base is also where you find Bradley.

“I figured it was the best place to start,” Bradley says and shrugs.

“Two minute warning!” Comes over the megaphone.

Maverick has you all circle up then starts “Okay, so we’re looking for Hangman, Yale, Payback, Bob,…”

“Bob betrayed me?! My own husband?!” You exclaim.

Warlock looks at you funny, “I thought you were Seresin’s wife.”

Javy puts an arm around your shoulders, “She is. Bob is her backup husband. It used to be me but I was a terrible birth partner.”

You shrug, “It’s true.”

Warlock nods, “I’m not going to pretend I understand any of that.”

You giggle.

“Okay, team we only have a little longer,” Maverick says and the group of you get to work on a plan. You may be team captain but you decided that Maverick and Warlock were in charge of strategy. Bradley and Javy are your body guards. Natasha is your sniper. And you? You’re bait. Since you can’t be shot until everyone else on your team gets shot (since you lack any sort of military training) then you can run around out in the open with no consequences.

You will walk around and try and coax the green team out and then Bradley or Javy will shoot them unless you can take the shot in which case you have to take the chance. Natasha will be hiding. That’s all you know. You didn’t question it at all. Maverick and Warlock will be switching off at the base and will take over if anyone gets shot.

An alarm goes off and you hear, “Game starts now!” over the megaphone.

Once the alarm stops you look around and everything is silent. You can’t see anyone, just trees. Clearly everyone was taking this very, very seriously. You stand holding your gun and turn in different directions trying to hear anything. Still nothing. Better change tactics.

“Ohhhhh Jaaaaaaaake!” You call walking in a random direction. You have no idea if he’s this way at all but its as good an option as any.

“Jake!” You yell then try and listen. Still nothing. “Baby! I miss you! Come out, come out wherever you are!”

You walk some more still not hearing anything, not even your bodyguards which you feel like is impressive especially for Bradley. He gets a gold star.

“Hey Jake! If you come out, later I’ll do that thing you really like,” you call out. “You know with my mouth and…..”

You hear a snicker and then a splat and you turn towards the noises seeing Logan and you smile at him, “You’re out.”

Logan sighs and shakes his head and heads off in some way. You’re not sure where he’s going but you’re not sure where you are so hopefully he’s going where he’s supposed to.

“Good job, body guards,” you say and continue walking. Hmm. How to get another one out of hiding.

Over the megaphone comes, “Yale is out!”

Well that’s nice to know everyone will stay in the know with who is still playing.

One down. Four to go.

Fifteen minutes go by and you still don’t see or hear anything until off in the distance you hear a couple of the paintball guns go off. Four minutes later you hear, “Payback is out!” and then “Maverick is out!” Dammit.

At least now it’s just three more to go.

“Oh Bobby!” You call. “I’m hurt that you’re playing against me. How could you do that?! I want a divorce!”

You continue walking aimlessly every once in a while yelling Jake or Bob’s name.

A couple minutes later you hear a paintball gun go off behind you and a, “Dammit!” as you see Javy come out from behind a tree.

“Javy! No!” You say and run over to him. “Did you see who did it?”

Javy shakes his head but points to the side, “It came from over there. Be careful out here, baby girl.” He kisses your forehead and heads towards the building you assume. Two minutes later you hear, “Coyote is out!” over the megaphone.

Now you’re down two players each. Thankfully you have an extra player so you’re still in the lead.

“Oh Jacob!” You call and head towards the direction Javy said the paintball came from.

A little ways away you hear more paintballs being fired and then a couple minutes later, “Warlock is out.”

Well. That’s not good.

Now it’s evenly matched. Vaguely evenly matched. You’re barely a player. You haven’t even shot your paintball gun yet.

You see a flash of green fabric then sneak towards where you saw it. You come up behind the person and shoot them and surprisingly enough you hit them in the back.

They turn around and you realize it’s Bob, “Aww c’mon sweetheart, did you do that on purpose? I heard you earlier.”

“I did not realize who it was but I’m glad I did it. You’ve betrayed me, Robert. I’m very upset. I’m contacting my lawyer about the divorce,” you say as you cross your arms.

“I’ll buy you those ice cream bars you like and help you hide them from Jake,” Bob says and holds his arms out.

You grin and run into his arms and hug him, “You’re forgiven.”

He hugs you back and chuckles, “I better head back. See you soon.” He lets go of you and starts to walk off with a wave.

You blow him an exaggerated kiss and wave back. A minute later you hear, “Bob is out!”

That leaves two on the green team and three on yours.

Ten minutes go bye of you walking around aimlessly before you hear some more paintballs splattering. Two minutes later you hear, “Phoenix is out!”

“Fuck!” You say and realize you might want to head back to your base for safety and maybe not stand out in the open.

Not even a minute later you hear more paintballs and Bradley yell, “Dammit!”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You take off running. Somehow you make it to your base and hear, “Rooster is out!” You’re safe. For five minutes. You sit down on the platform to catch your breath and drink some water. It’s almost peaceful until you hear twigs snapping and you look up seeing Mickey standing ready to shoot, “I’ve been timing you. You have about a minute left.”

“Rude,” you say and glare at him. You both stare at each other before you hear a beeping coming from Mickey’s watch.

“Time’s up,” he says and aims his gun.

You sigh and go to take a step off the platform before you hear a paintball fired and Mickey yelling.

“What the hell?! We’re on the same team!” Mickey yells and you see Jake coming out from behind a tree.

“You’re a dumbass if you think I’m going to let you shoot my wife,” Jake says and shoots Mickey again.

“I’m already out!” Mickey yells and Jake laughs.

“That one was for being a dumbass,” Jake says grinning.

Mickey grumbles and starts back towards the building.

You smile at Jake, “Hi baby.”

“Hi darlin’, are you having fun?” He asks and holds out a hand which you look at wearily.

“I am but we’re still playing and I don’t trust you,” you say and aim at your husband who laughs.

“Shoot me. I’m not a dumbass. I’m not shooting my wife. I like sleeping in my bed thank you very much,” Jake says and holds his arms out.

You smile and shoot him in the chest, “Yay! I won!” Jake smiles and walks over to you and hauls you into his arms for a hug then kisses you softly.

“Of course you did. Like hell anyone else was winning,” Jake said and kissed your cheek before letting go of you and holding out a hand for you to take.

“What a gentleman,” you say and take his hand. “Why are we playing paintball?”

“You needed to get away from home,” Jake said matter of factly. “I know my wife and my wife has been grumpy. You tried very hard to hide it but I know all your tells. So I decided you needed to do something you’ve never done and I googled some stuff and found this place. George was nice enough to help me set this up.”

“I like George,” you say with a smile.

“He came up with your special rules,” Jake said as the two of you came into view of the building.

“Thank you, Jake. For all of this. I needed this,” you say as you stop and turn to look at your husband who stops too.

“I would do anything for you, darlin’. You know that,” he says and smiles down at you.

“I know,” you say and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss which he happily does.

He pulls away slightly after a couple seconds, “So, about that thing with your mouth….”

You laugh and shake your head before the door to the building opens and you hear Natasha yell, “Let’s go, love birds. Pizza’s here!”

You smile at each other and walk hand in hand towards the building. Jake holds the door open for you and you reach up and kiss his cheek and quickly whisper, “Penny does have the kids tonight…”

Jake grins and pumps a fist.

You head inside and call to Jake, “After my team kicks your team’s butt again.”

“Oh you’re goin down, darlin’,” Jake says and jogs to catch up with you and playfully swats at your butt.

You laugh, “We’ll see about that.”

*Warlock and Maverick helped you wipe the floor with Jake’s team the second game.

** Jake couldn’t have cared less

[mightbesmall]

He's Escaped!!

Requested: Hi hi!! I was wondering if you could do Octavilline (however the hell you spell it) with a Male child reader (platonic obvi) reader just a chaotic little gremlin that gets into things he isn’t suppose to and somehow has made a little ‘hide out’ in the ‘rafters’ or ‘attic’ of the dorm. Idk just a little gremlins mc stealing and causing chaos around school and then hiding in the ocean dorm sounds fun :3 Ofc you don’t have to! Love your writings btw <3

Genre: Fluff, mild angst

Characters: Azul, Jade, Floyd

Warnings: ....you know I had to do it....MC has an angsty past...daddy issues...and is scared of...BONDS!!! Kay bye love you😜

Summary: Small gremlin child in the attic, what will he do?

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”WHERE DID HE GO?!” It was an average Tuesday in Octavinelle dorm. It was a wonder when Crowley dumped this literal child on their doorstep, saying some bullshit like “The dark mirror summoned him and thus I shall be busy trying to get him home along with the prefect! Woe is me! Anyways y’all look after him yeah? Okay byeeee” and dropped the kid and left. 

Azul is quite terrible with children, does not like them one bit (the trauma probably) so he thought that this boy would be a lot of trouble. He was of course right. [Name] was a little gremlin and is not allowed within 5 feet near Floyd as those two will get ideas. The amount of heart attacks this kid has given him-

Jade is also not good with children for completely different reasons. He would give the child poisonous plants to hold, mushrooms to eat and just let the kid roam free in the woods because he found it funny. He is more skilled with keeping the kid in check though, experience with Floyd and all.

Floyd is fucking shit with kids. He would let the kid hold a knife or whatever sharp, pointy object he finds. They would be best friends, Floyd will teach him how to squeeze the little minnows and then the child will now be squeezing poor, unsuspecting students. Floyd almost shed a tear in pride! The monster trio of Octavinelle: Floyd, Jade and [Name] all equally terrifying. 

With that in mind…

”I DON’T KNOW! HE WAS JUST HERE!!” The child escaped timeout. The mafia had to read up on books about parenting unless they would like the kid to die, Azul became an exasperated father whilst Jade was that one sassy aunt who talks shit about everyone and Floyd was that fresh out of jail, but still cool, uncle. 

Said child, was hiding in his little hide out in the attic kid the dorm. No one has found it yet and he intends to keep it that way. He doesn’t want to go to timeout again! (But he will not end his reign of destruction either.)

He finds the three of them odd (octotrio), they seem to care for him. His dad said he cared for him but he just hurt him, not physically but he always said mean things and stuff! He doesn’t want that kind of pain again, so he tried to distant himself from everyone. Anyone who showed him kindness is immediately suspicious as anyone who did in the past always hurt him!

Azul, Jade and Floyd weren’t the nicest people but they were…kind… to him. They were growing on him and that scared him, he doesn’t want to rely on anyone!

”Heyyy Little Eel~~ are you here?” Floyd’s voice drawled, oh no he found him! Soon he saw his head and then his torso. 

“There you are! What are you doing up here?” Floyd said, rather cheerily. He had a smile on his face whilst waving at the child.

”None of your business!” The kid snapped, he was a bit upset about his hideout being found. Floyd didn’t pay his tone any mind and just looked around.

”Oh nice place you’ve got here Little Eel!”

Floyd calls him little eel as he is one of them now so it only makes sense he’s an eel as well!

Azul disagrees

The child huffed and grumbled.

”Thanks…”

Floyd’s smile widened and he scooped the kid up into his arms.

”I’ve got to take ya back now Little Eel but don’t worry! I won’t tell anyone about this place!” The kid wasn’t sure if he could believe that.

”Fiiine!”

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”Oh great seven! Where were you?! I was so worried!” Azul was currently acting like a mother hen, completely out of character but he was so fucking worried! This time the kid escaped to another dorm, Heartslabyul to be precise. He had a new toy (courtesy of Jade) and wanted to test it out, on some students. It was like a rocket launcher but instead of rockets, it shoots mushrooms. What you think Jade was responsible? Hell no! He wanted to have some fun as well!

”He was in Goldfishie’s dorm!” Floyd piped up helpfully.

”IN HEARTSLABYUL-“ He took a massive fucking breath to calm his raging nerves.

”Now what were you doing there?” Azul asked calmly.

”I was shooting some wannabe mages with my Shroom Launcher!” He said rather proudly. Azul’s eye twitched as he gave a pointed look towards Jade who only smiled. Fucker.

”You can’t quite shoot at the students Little Fry.” He lightly scolded, he wouldn’t dare dwell on the small feeling of pride welling up at the thought he gave Riddle trouble though.

“Bleh.” The child just stuck his tongue out but he seemed to listen. That was progress, Azul thought.

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"Oh my, how devious." Jade said with not so hidden amusement, as he watched the young boy scale the wall by the Scarabia mirror. He heard about what that Jamil tried to do to Azul so he's going to prank him, not out of concern about the octomer's well being or anything! 

With one last pull, the child hauled himself right over the mirror, ready to attack. Jade just couldn't help his snickering whilst hiding in the shadows, he really does enable this child too much.

When Jamil walked through the mirror he did not expect to be drenched head to toe in azul-blue paint. He was dumbfounded. The child just cackled in delight, giving a shit eating grin when the vice made eye contact with him, a deadpan stare on his face. Eventually Jamil left, in a more sour mood than he'd like to admit.

"Heheh, that was rather amusing Littler Elver. Shall we go gather some mushrooms?" The child turned to him with excitement.

"To fill up the Shroom Launcher?"

"Indeed."

This motherfuker was a terrible influence...

He was alone now... Floyd had fulfilled his promise and not said a word about his base. He strolled to his stash, it consisted of the little trinkets he stole from other students.

List of stolen objects:

a comb

silver fork

hair ties

signed autograph of Neige LeBlanche

10,003 madols

quill

a car engine

shit ton of random scraps of metal

shoe polish

pufferfish poison 

Advanced Book of Potions and Poisons by Gothelle

suspiciously glowing flower

a tin of needles and sewing shit

grilled cheese sandwich

Vil's entire collection of skincare products

files on all students on campus

full set of kitchen knives

blackmail on Crowley

Leona's will to live

And much more, people pay quite a bit for his collection. Ramshackle Prefect is broke as fuck BUT they have made a deal so he guesses he doesn't have to worry about that much.

Now he is getting ready for another "hunt" we'll call it, he has located his new victim. The guy with horns looks promising but Comrade Yuu advised against stealing the Tamagotchi from him. Instead the child redirected his attention to the obnoxious green haired male. Oh yeah this will be easy. Comrade Ruggie mentioned about needing some food and Comrade Yuu needs money to pay of student debts as well as live in the world they were thrown into, so with his target selected, the child waited for the time to pounce.

...

"MY WALLET!! IT'S MISSING!!!"

"Sebek calm down! We'll find it."

"I APPRECIATE YOUR KINDNESS LILIA-SAMA!!!!!"

What an easy target.

[gojoest]

I have so many thoughts about creep! bf gojo. Mainly bc he probably didn't get a lot of normal interactions as a kid, either he was being praised for being 'the chosen one' or left completely to his own devices. and so his sense of decency and normalcy are skewed so far off. He does what he wants and can't see the reason why that would be seen negatively, he loves you and he's clingy n e way, creep! bf gojo steals your underwear 100% -🦅

oh god….you really know your way to get to me, don’t you………..bc yes. yes, you are so correct . oh my god. i’ve talked about this before here and there but yes. i think satoru was very neglected growing up despite being born as a boy with a spark incomparable to any other, a special boy. the first descendant in the gojo clan in 400 years to inherit both limitless & six eyes.

and i think, even when he was little, a lot of people feared him bc of that. and naturally, the care and affection people usually show to a child provoked by the internal need to protect such a small being, that very sense to love and shield what needs to be loved and shielded, dulled before the eyes of fear. this, and the envy of prying eyes and all who wanted him gone before he fully blossomed into something bigger, sow the seeds of loneliness in him. he was an outcast, and not because he was looked down on but because he was looked up on, too much at that.

i don’t think he was ever truly loved, even by his parents actually. maybe they loved him to some extent. but not because he was their blood and a beloved symbol of their love. what made their chest swell was rather pride than love. and they were not proud of him, they were proud of themselves for bringing such a special boy to existence.

i don’t believe he was ever genuinely looked after and cared for. what people around him looked after was the shell of a boy that carried the innate techniques derived from the gojo clan. nobody knew what his favorite color was, what his favorite food was, what he loved doing outside of training sessions. i don’t think he knew himself tbf bc it’s hard to shape your own understanding of the world and what’s precious while growing up when you’ve never witnessed it with your own eyes, when no one has ever shown it to you what it means to love and favor something. bc children take inspiration from those around them. and i don’t think he had anyone around him to look up to and be inspired from.

i remember reading a post connecting the lack of presence in the sense of support and source of inspiration in satoru’s life to how it affected the way he carries himself later in life in the sense of, let’s say, fashion. i don’t remember the url of the op i am so sorry but god damn, they were so right. bc if you look closely you will notice that most characters in jjk have their own style, a specific physical trait unique only to them, whether a hairstyle or a fashion sense or whatever. but saotur? except for the blindfold, he’s got nothing. right? and the blindfold he wears is not for the sake of being eccentric or unique, it’s not for the sake of creating a trademark on his end. it once again comes down to his technique. 

so yea for someone like satoru, who’s never had a normal human connection in his life before, love is very likely to border with obsession. and like, i don’t think he is completely unaware of the feeling “love” but it’s one thing to know of it through books, movies or whatsoever and another to live and actually experience it firsthand. so when he loves, it’s raw, it’s inexperienced, it’s limitless (hehe see what i did there). there is no moral compass, there is no stop sign for him—he’s going to be weird. he’s going to cross certain boundaries. he’s going to disregard your personal space. but it’s not because he’s an actual sick freak just for the sake of it, it’s because he loves you with all the pent up loneliness in him and now that he’s tasted love and knows how good it feels, he doesn’t want to lose it.

p.s.: yes, he’s a pathological panty stealer

[bakugoushotwife]

Inextricable Angst Ending

a/n: here's the angst ending! meant to be read after Sasuke is healed. it's painful im sorry

fluff ending // first part

Kakashi was chosen to be the Sixth Hokage, and at the time you were thrilled. You knew Kakashi had what it takes to keep the village safe. He instills Itachi and Shisui as village heroes, which delights you. He’s able to pardon Sasuke for his crimes considering his war efforts and sacrifice to the village. 

He hates what he has to do next. Ultimately he has to do it for the sake of the five hidden villages, they’ll never feel safe with the possibility. He’s watched you and Sasuke grow closer than ever before, and he can see the love you have for one another. So the day he calls the two of you into the Hokage’s office to announce these plans, his heart breaks. All Five Kage had thought about this painstakingly, and this was the best resolution. 

“Sasuke, Y/N. Thank you for responding so quickly. I..well.” He clears his throat, wondering what exactly is the right thing to say in a situation like this one. “The five Kage convened recently, here in the Leaf. The other Kage have made me aware that they are..worried about the two of you rebuilding your clan. They fear a repeat of the earlier histories.” Kakashi explains wearily. 

Sasuke straightens his back, looking over at you quickly. “What are you saying, Kakashi?”

“I’m saying the Kage agreed to intervene to prevent you two from marriage and having children. Y/N…will be married to the Kazekage in three weeks.” He replies, clearly pained by the ordeal. He can’t even meet your eyes. 

Your world comes crashing down around you. Sasuke and you just found each other, spending every night talking and touching and being together, like you’re inextricably obligated to. Sasuke’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to speak, feeling only those nasty flames of anger and hatred licking back up his body. 

“I–I can’t believe you would do this to me.” You whisper softly, devastated that Kakashi could settle for such an arrangement. 

“I had no choice. Either that, or they want your original sentences served for desertion and treason. Y/N…I’m sorry.” Kakashi frowns, arms folded over his chest. “Sasuke…I know that Sakura would make a lovely partner, and she cares for you very much.” 

His words cut both of you down, sucking the wind out of your lungs. All this heartache and pain that you’ve gone through, it’s not over. It would never be over. You’re forbidden to be together, just like in all those awful books. Is this really how your story ends?

Gaara is a wonderful man and you’ve always been happy to call him your friend. You’re sure he would do his best to be a good husband to you, but he wasn’t Sasuke. He could never fill that gap, no matter how hard he tried. And to think about Sasuke with Sakura…it was torture. You got up and slammed the door behind you on the way out. 

Over the course of the next few weeks, you met Sasuke when you could. Each time it felt worse and worse, because both of you knew it was closer to the last time. You hold each other a little closer, he kisses you a little rougher than intended, but he just wants to savor the way you taste and the shape of your body under his hand. He knew you would be safe, and as happy as anyone forced into a marriage can be, but every bone in his body wanted to take you and leave this village again. 

But he knew that you didn’t want that life of danger, and neither did he. He wanted to protect the Leaf, and make it up to the people who couldn’t trust him to marry the woman he loves. Maybe he could prove them wrong. But it would be too late by then. Maybe this is what you meant when you said that life doesn’t work off of deserving, but he had to disagree. This is exactly what he deserves. He’s done so much bad, how could he think he was going to get his happily ever after? You were an Uchiha Princess, you deserved to be married to a Kage and be forever safe and catered to. But he stole all the time with you he could. 

True to Kakashi’s word, three weeks from the day he told you about the occasion, you were being wed to the Kazekage. It was a grand spectacle, you think mostly to ease the nerves of the other Kage. The entire Leaf and Sand combine into one massive cathedral-esque type of building, and it’s decorated to the gods. You can smell all the food that’s been made in preparation as you stare at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful. This was a fact, your hair was pinned in elaborate braids and your makeup was perfect. You wore a simple but beautiful and traditional Sand style gown. You had citizens of the sand excitedly racing around your room to make sure every detail was in place, and it was magical. 

If only the groom were your preferred choice. Not that you really had one. 

Kakashi walks you out, the previously raucous crowd falling silent at the sight of you. “You do look beautiful, sweet girl.” He hums in your ear. 

“Thank you.” You return politely, not trying to make a spectacle. You can feel Sasuke’s eyes, and you find him easily. He smiles sadly at you, receiving a pat of support from Naruto. Sakura is on his other side. You smile sadly too.

The ceremony is nice, Gaara is kind and you hope you can come to love him in any way similar to Sasuke, because he deserves a good wife. He has made you comfortable since you arrived and tried to give you whatever space or comfort you’ve asked for. He held your hands now, in front of both of your villages, and swore his loyalty to you. 

“I, Gaara of the Hidden Sand, the 5th Kazekage, swear my life to yours. I will make you happy, protect you, and give you anything you ever want or need. I will love you and honor you for all our days.” 

Sasuke is visibly upset, though he tries to hide it just for you. Naruto squeezes his friend’s hand. He was upset for the both of you, having third wheeled your relationship for most of his life. 

The crowd anxiously waits for you to speak. Gaara squeezes your hands in support, and you can tell he’s trying to be the best for you. You smile softly.

“I, Y/N Uchiha, of the Hidden Leaf, the Sharingan Princess, swear my life to yours. I will make you happy, protect you, and give you anything you ever want or need. I will love you and honor you for all our days.” You repeat, allowing him to lean in for the first kiss of your marriage. 

And just like that, you were the wife of the Kazekage, Sasuke Uchiha's Princess no longer.