#speaking of ill never get over the fact that he turns all these men and actively looks after them

[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO x FEM READER

Gojo's a brat.

wc — 1k 

tags —  been reading a lot of shoujo manga lately which is its own warning, jealous Gojo spoiling reader 

Snap.

You hiss between your teeth, annoyed and barely restraining yourself from murder. The sting of the elastic jolts you out of your studies, but after a quick break to glare at the headache sitting next to you, you dive right back into your work. Patience is one of your strong suits. It’s why Yaga worked so hard to steal - in his words, ‘recruit’ - you from the Kyoto campus. Someone has to set a good example for the kids. He knows it’s not going to be Gojo.

Speaking of-

Snap.

This time, you feel the brush of his cold fingers against your skin as well. You yelp in shock, both at the sudden change in temperature and at the way your skin smarts. Gojo takes a break from his triple sized blue raspberry slushee to laugh at you hysterically, clutching his sides. It’s not even that funny. You wish all kinds of illnesses on him with fervor.

One more time. Just one more time, you promise yourself, and you’ll-

Snap goes the hair tie on your wrist against your skin.

You don’t even let him withdraw his fingers before you leap over the chair to punish him.

“You little punk,” you snarl, catching his collar in your hand and throttling him with it. It’s a rare day where he’s wearing business casual, which he doesn’t even do for meetings with the elders.

“I’m older than you,” he says. “Gotta respect your elders.”

“Yeah? I’ll show you respect!” 

You’re already reaching out to pinch his cheek, only to come into contact with infinity. This comes with the realization that he must have had it turned off earlier, if you could have choked him. Why does the thought make you happy?

“Men don’t like women who are so high strung,” he teases.

“Tell that to my roster of Hinge dates,” you snort (lying through your teeth). You’re admittedly popular, but you’ve stopped seeing anyone in recent months for a reason you don’t want to explore further. That’s a stone you’re willing to leave unturned.

“Oh, yeah?” You can only tell his voice is just slightly huskier because you spend so much time with him these days that you can catch the slight changes in his mood. It’s for lesson plans, of course.

That doesn’t stop you from swallowing hard. Jealousy looks good on him. He had the kind of looks that could drive women crazy, but combined with his unfiltered attention on you? It was a difficult to fight the urge to provoke him further. 

“Yeah. As for me, I don’t like men who are a pain in the ass,” you smooth down his collar once you realize you’ve still been holding it.

The tension breaks. Gojo never stays serious for long. You’ve only caught fleeting glimpses of the god that lurks within his skin, trapped and turbulent.

“Aw, come on. I’m not so bad, am I? Can I make it up to you?”

“Depends,” you sniff, highlighting a important sentence in your textbook. You’ll have to remember that for class later. Nobara had asked about it. You should really tell him to go away, he’s distracting you so much, but you rarely do tell him off no matter what he does.

“I happen to have a reservation-“

So that explains why he’s dressed so nicely, though you wouldn’t put it past him to show up to Michelin star restaurants in sweatpants and get his way. You have to remind yourself not to get excited that he’s doing this for you. If you do, you lose.

“Happen to, is it? What if I don’t want your leftovers?”

“Don’t be that way,” he wheedles. “I’ll pay for everything.”

“As if I was going to.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“You can do better than that,” you retort. This is almost fun, like negotiating with Yaga to raise your salary. Utahime thinks there’s something wrong with you for enjoying workplace politics so much, but maybe that’s why you can tolerate Gojo’s company so well when no one else can. You have to be a little crazy to put up with him.

“Hmm,” he says. You see right through him. He’s only pretending to think. In fact, every second of this conversation was predetermined. It’s all part of a bit you’ve done before. “Last offer, then. You can max out my card getting ready.”

And your answer, therefore, is also already prepared. You don’t even deign to give him one, simply holding out your hand.

“Who says I’m giving it to you?” Gojo’s eyes sparkle. He’s being particularly difficult today, so much so you’re tempted to just slap him across his pretty face so you can kiss the hurt away afterwards. He’d like that, though. “Don’t you need someone to carry your bags?”

This is the game he likes to play, messing with you so he can apologize with extravagant gifts. Just once, you wish he could be straightforward about it. You’re not bragging, but everyone knows he likes you. It would make everyone’s life easier if he could just be mature about it, but instead, Gojo insists on acting like a teenager with a crush.

Whatever. You can put up with it for a while longer. You’re not particularly opposed to this situation. He spoils you with attention and lavish gifts; you spoil him by being the only one who can tolerate him. 

Besides, you’re keeping secrets too, a big one that Utahime had whispered to you the other day over lunch. She had been so excited to have something to hold over Gojo that she hadn’t even registered the look on your face when she told you. 

The other reason Yaga tried so hard to steal you from Kyoto?

Gojo asked him for a favor.

[animeyanderelover]

Despite the stress of my new semester I am desperate to at least write something and since I just finished the last episode of Black Clover I thought that I would write some short drabble. Honestly though, if it comes to potential rivalries or poly!relationships Black Clover has to be one of the most fun potentials for me. There are literally so many possibilities and so I'm just going to write for one certain dynamic I especially like in the context of them falling for the same s/o and no, it isn't Asta and Yuno.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, protective behavior

Falling for the same darling

❌​🔥​Geez, talk about two peas from the same pod. In more than just one way Asta and Leopold are very similar to each other, especially in regards to their stubborn and straightforward nature as well as their tendency to act first and think afterwards. It doesn't really take long for either of them to fall fast and hard for their darling and once that infatuation has taken hold you get two men suddenly shouting at you to please marry them as they just blurt their feelings out. Perhaps with Asta it is less shocking as he is known for being loud and just speaking up with whatever is on his mind. Leopold on the other hand is a descendant from one of noble families in the Clover Kingdom and especially with the way his older brother carries himself around with so much charisma and strength this blunt confession comes as a shock for those who are around as he so thoughtlessly, so unfitting for someone of his status, asks for your hand in marriage. To Leopold's credit though, he is afterwards more ashamed than Asta as soon as he has realised what he has done, clasping his hands over his mouth as his entire face turns as red as the flames that he wields.

❌​🔥​Whilst Leopold has always been a rival of Asta he has never really been the rival of Asta as that title goes to Yuno. However, that changes somewhat as Asta finds out that apparently Leopold is in love with you as well as the incident where the youngest sibling of the Vermillions confessed to you out of the blue goes around quickly. And Asta with his competitive and straightforward nature is just not the type to play the long game nor any mindgames as he quickly seeks out the other boy and declares loudly to him that he is in love with you as well and that he won't lose to Leopold. Leopold himself isn't really that shocked nor surprised when Asta confesses that he loves you as well. He expected after all nothing less from his rival! Asta has great taste when it comes to the person he falls in love with! Neither of those two even attempt to hide the newly lit competition that they have going on and it becomes very quickly obvious to everyone that they're fighting for your heart. Asta and Leopold are very healthy with their rivalry though since both have a lot of respect for the other which means that things are fierce and passionate but never escalate into an ill will against the other.

❌​🔥​The Black Bulls are Asta's personal cheering squad, though some show it in more interesting ways than others. The most openly supportive are Finral, Vanessa, Charmy, Magna, Gray and in his own creepy ways Gordon as well. The others are obviously also secretly rooting for Asta but aren't quite as vocal and passionate about it as the other members. People like Nacht, Zora and Gauge would probably never admit it out loud that they're secretly wishing this stubborn and loud idiot only the best. Leopold obviously also receives a lot of support and advice from his own squad but his older siblings have perhaps the most interesting reactions. Fuegoleon is still recovering from the fact that his brother fell out of the blue so deeply in love with someone, shocked that his younger brother has found someone before he has. Mereoleona on the other hand is roaring with laughter when she hears about the story and Leopold is silently terrified of the day where she decides to take a look at you herself to see what kind of person you are for her youngest brother to fall so deeply in love with you. Neither one of those would ultimately care though whether you're a peasant or not, especially Mereoleona.

❌​🔥​The more you spend time with those two the more you are convinced that they must be long lost brothers of some sort because the more they compete over you the more alike they become. You hear both of them before you even see them as they always turn it into a race who can reach you faster whenever both are searching for you and bump into the other who is currently also trying to find you, screaming at each other as they sprint through the streets whilst calling your name. Now, Asta is a peasant whilst Leopold is nobility which means that Leopold has a financial advantage but he has never once considered using that. It would feel dishonest and lazy to him, especially since he witnesses how hard Asta is working all by himself to impress you and Leopold strives to do the same. He wants you to love him after all for the person that he is and not for the influence and the money that his family possesses. When Asta hands you a bouquet of flowers he picked from the forest then Leopold is doing the same, refusing to buy flowers from a store. You're worth all the effort he can give after all so soon you have him kneeling on one knee in front of you whilst he offers you the flowers he picked.

❌​🔥​Both of them are very similar when it comes to the way their obsession manifests even. Both are quickly starstruck with you and from the very beginning very open and honest about their feelings even if Leopold attempts to still obtain some dignity as not only a member of the Crimson Lions but also as a Vermillion. Spoiler, it often fails as he often gets pulled along with Asta's infectious passion and antics more than just once. Both are very protective of you, especially if you are a Magic Knight who gets discriminated for being a peasant or for not being strong enough in the eyes of others. Asta even more so than Leopold as he knows firsthand how discriminating people can be against others since magic is everything in this kingdom. Asta's dense nature is the major reason why he is very much delusional as he doesn't perceive his obsession as one and coupled with his tenacious personality you better give up on hoping that he will ever give up on you. Leopold is a bit more lucid than Asta yet he isn't completely self-aware either as he tends to be someone who feels more and thinks less when it comes to you. He does know that neither he or Asta would ever hurt you though which calms him.

❌​🔥​Fun fact, I believe that Asta would come to an agreement with Leopold to share you faster than he would be if it were Yuno who also fell in love with you. Not much is changing though even after both Magic Knights have agreed to share you as they still keep their competitive nature up even afterwards. They spend even more time with you now than they have before but they're just starting now to actually initiate physical touches with you. Asta, as dense and delusional as he is, grew up in a church after all and his childhood crush on Sister Lily has caused him to be rather chivalrous, meaning that as loud as he is and as often as he proclaims his love for you, he is very respectful with the way he touches you and you're actually surprised when he always asks you if he can hold your hand or kiss you. Leopold tries to follow Asta's example as good as he can but if there is one of them who is more prone to be somewhat more dirty-minded it is definitely Leopold and then it is always Asta who literally yanks him back by his collar and proclaims shocked and very loudly so that you end up hearing it as well that the youngest Vermillion shouldn't do that.

[hyacinthusmemorial]

Writing "My" Ares

I love Rick Riordan and you can read my appreciation of him here, but I have always taken an issue with his portrayal of Greek Gods. I obviously understand they are kids books, and he is doing narrative work, but I have always wondered about his portrayal of Ares.

Ares, who is brash, whiny, cowardly, a loser--and perhaps that comes from his mythological portrayal, especially in the Iliad.

It is interesting to me that the Greeks chose to portray their War God as a loser often times, and I think that speaks to the fact that in conflict--someone must lose, and the war god will always taste it. He is portrayed as losing to Athena, losing to Diomedes, trapped in a jar by giants. All of these are valid ideas and concepts about Ares, but it totally skips out on his hymn.

It's only seventeen lines, but its just so opposite of what his portrayals are in mythology. In mythology, he gets portrayed as a coward, but the hymn calls him "doughty in heart." He is the "defense of Olympus." Not only that he is the "leader of righteous men." The "Sceptered King of Manliness"--what in the world, sceptered king of manliness has to be my outright favorite line of all time.

But, even more than that, Ares is the one that crushes the "deceitful impulses of [the] soul." The deceitful impulses of the soul tells me he is giving people power over themselves, he is that feeling inside right before you throw a punch or say words that can never be unspoken and he draws you back, and he says fight another war. Fight better, in fact, fight righteously, fight with courage.

Further, the hymn asks Ares "Give you me boldness to abide within the harmless laws of peace, avoiding strife and hatred and the violent fiends of death." Ares is master over those things, he can lead men to it, and he can save men from it. And that's how I chose to write Ares. He doesn't necessarily win his battles, and he can be fought against pretty easily, but he fights anyway--I think my favorite line from him in one of the upcoming chapters for my fic is when he is speaking with Nike.

“You cannot fight him,” Nike said despondently. 

“Why not die trying?” Ares said. “I would rather try and lose than be a victorious knave.”

I think he is a more compelling character than "War god bad brrr." He is a path to peace and a path to war, and we get to look at Lord Ares and decide which we choose.

In the story I am writing, he is one only one who looks at the ill going on in Olympus, sees the darkness, and he just will not stand for it. He walks away, turns his gaze from the evil, and he chooses a peaceful path, which is not out of character according to his Homeric Hymn. He abandons the fight for power that is going on, and he chooses to save someone he loves instead of going to war.

all quotes come from -- Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica Hesiod

[david-talks-sw]

It's a shame that the multi-media franchise of star wars have twisted the original narrative of the Jedi. I really love the sequel trilogy, I love season 7 of TCW, and Dave Filoni is amazing storyteller. But over the years, it's gotten to the point where the Jedi are being criticized to such a degree that now some people believe the Jedi should've changed their entire belief system. It's great to criticize the Jedi. They are flawed and not perfect. But now because they are now being framed negatively over the past 2-3 years and so now, some justify their genocide, disrespect their belief system, and believe Anakin was a poor victim who got caught up in everything. Lucasfilm or any writer is to blame for this, but I think people need to look a little more deeper into the media literacy behind star wars, and consider the fact that a child is going to love the Jedi despite their flaws and will be sad when they see them get killed. Because star wars is made for children who can look up to the Jedi as role models.

All of this.

I frankly don't know what else to add, @thecenturyofmusic said it all.

I also think there's an argument to be made for shifting global values.

I don't know about how it was in the U.S. specifically, but I don't remember there being as much of an emphasis on mental health back in the early 2000s as there is today.

Back then, I remember many fans sorta getting the core story but hating it, which resulted in a lot of them just bashing the Prequels.

Nowadays, a spin has been put on the Prequels wherein Anakin is the poster boy for the mental illness, he's just a victim:

he grew up a slave which gave him severe PTSD,

then was ripped away from the arms of his mother by

an elite order of emotionless monks whose emotionally-repressing teachings are the perfect representation of toxic masculinity and force you to never get emotionally attached,

who berated and rejected him at every turn,

he also doesn't have a father figure except for the Chancellor, who grooms him and isolates him,

and instead of supporting him in his hour of need, the Jedi hurt Anakin psychologically to a degree where at some point he just loses it and kills them all, because as far as he's concerned they were evil to him.

And... yeah. It can be interpreted that way. It resonates more to people when seen that way.

But it wasn't meant to be seen that way.

If it was, then we'd have seen very different Prequels.

Watto would have physically abused Anakin left and right like he's DiCaprio in Django: Unchained, instead of joking around about humans with him.

Shmi would've been on the ground crying, holding Anakin's leg and screaming "please no give me back my babyyyy!!!"

Literally every shot of the Jedi emoting, screaming, chuckling, being worried would be absent and they'd all speak with a monotonous voice, including Yoda, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

If we were supposed to feel like Anakin is in the right and the Jedi are in the wrong then we'd be shown an Anakin who isn't petulant, arrogant and overly emotional. We'd see a normal person who gets berated by a group of unfeeling old men.

Anakin wouldn't call Obi-Wan his father twice (which is admittedly a nuanced situation because while Anakin may see Obi-Wan as a father, Obi-Wan sees Anakin as a little brother so hey).

We'd see Anakin explicitly state that he's afraid of his wife dying, maybe carrying her unconscious body to the temple steps begging for help only for someone to reject him at the door because "it goes against protocol" and that's when Palpatine swoops in.

Y'know, more explicit, emotion-eliciting stuff?

But we didn't see any of that. Because it wasn't about any of that. If it was, then it goes about delivering its message in the weakest way possible.

While nowadays, the popular take is that Anakin's downfall is the fault of everyone around him, the intended take was that Anakin's fall was his own fault. Anakin is a victim of his own flaws.

The Prequels weren't meant to show you what happens when you keep pushing a mentally unstable person, they were about cautioning children about not giving in to their own fear and greed.

"How does a good kid become a bad man?" He let his inner demons - fear, anger, greed - get the better of him.

And that's not necessarily a take most people agree with these days, but that takes us back to how much importance you actually give to GL's original vision.

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Cheater, Cheater - Chapter 2

Jake Seresin x Reader Series

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Synopsis: Jake Seresin has been your best friend since elementary school and you are always there for each other. When heartbreak strikes and the aviator is thrown out of commission to heal himself, you have to step up to the plate to help heal a heart you didn't break.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, cursing, fighting, 18+ only please

The day after the party you had shown up at Jake’s family’s home in an attempt to talk to him and smooth things over. You had wanted to talk to him without alcohol being a variable; but he still felt the same as the night before. You had knocked on the door and stood there for what felt like an eternity before he finally gave in and answered the door. He was hungover, you could tell. His normally styled hair was all over the place, strands sticking out every which way. His normally bright eyes were a lot more dim and tired looking and he had bags under his eyes.

The two of you stood there in awkward silence before you both opened your mouth at the same time, Jake’s words coming out louder than yours. “I haven’t changed my mind, if that’s what you’re here for.” The words were a lot more soft than they were the night before, but you saw a flash of regret in his eyes. He wasn’t the one making the decision anymore. He had said it last night, but you knew Jake Seresin better than that.

The two of you stood there in awkward silence before you both opened your mouth at the same time, Jake’s words coming out louder than yours. “I haven’t changed my mind, if that’s what you’re here for.” The words were a lot more soft than they were the night before, but you saw a flash of regret in his eyes. He wasn’t the one making the decision anymore. He had said it last night, but you knew Jake Seresin better than that.

He regretted how last night went and he wanted you back in the wedding, but his bride to be was firm and snug on her perch. You were not allowed at the wedding and that was final. You didn’t have anything to say as you stood there, feeling your heart sink. You had been elbows deep in helping to plan this wedding and now you were being exiled from it because Allison wanted to act like a fool. It made you mad to your core. Every promise and friendship pact was coming undone in front of your eyes and the thought made you feel viscerally ill.

You didn’t say anything as you turned on your heel to leave, hearing a deep sigh resonate through every bone in Jake’s body as he muttered your name. You kept your back turned, waiting for him to speak. “She does need the dress back. Someone else is going to be wearing it.” The slight twinge of sadness was in his voice now as you felt his fingertips brush over your arm. He was reaching out to you, trying to convey that he was sorry. You pulled your arm away, letting the message be loud and clear. He hurt you and he wasn’t getting off the hook this easy. “I was going to say she can have it over my dead body, but if she wants it she can show up today at three.” Those were the last words you spoke as you walked down the driveway and towards your parent’s house next door.

You had a plan, and you had to get to working on it. You had already talked to Rooster and Phoenix about what part they were going to play in this, but you had to save Jake from this heartache. According to Phoenix, who was Allison’s best friend before all of this, it is not unusual for her to cheat on men like this. In fact, Phoenix said she has probably been doing that their whole relationship. However, she did not think Allison and Jake would become as serious as they were, so she never felt the need to speak up. But, now seeing you and Jake be distant over this, brought Phoenix to her final straw.

She wasn’t the biggest fan of Jake at first, but when she saw how good of a guy he could be, she quickly changed her mind. The two of them had become close friends and she was even closer with you. In fact, she had even followed you to the bathroom when you had left to go see what Allison was doing. She had pulled out her phone and took a picture of her all over the other guy and she was planning to show it to Jake whenever she had the time; which would hopefully be before the wedding so they could call it off.

You now sat in your living room, scissors in hand as you went to town on the bridesmaid dress that Allison had made you buy and therefore was yours. It was a super pretty pink and it was covered in sparkles and sequins. It was a floor length gown that accented your body beautifully, but you couldn’t stand to even look at it anymore. Therefore, the plan was for a do-it-yourself tailor job laced with some pettiness in order to get back at your backstabbing friend, if you could even call her that anymore. She had crossed a very basic boundary and it was time for her to realize her place.

Halfway through the project you stood up and admired your handiwork, going into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of wine. Was what you were doing juvenile? Maybe. But did it also make you feel better? Yes. You were going to burn the dress and be rid of it. Sure, you could’ve gone a different route, but you felt as though this would make a better statement.

She arrived right on time; her knock at the door signaling her presence. This woman was a lot of things, but tardy was never one of them. As you stood up off the couch to go greet her, you downed the rest of the wine that you had in your glass. Luckily for you, the house was empty for the week, so your parents got to miss the altercation that was about to take place.

Once you opened the door for her, she walked in past you. Neither of you said anything as she stood there awkwardly, her eyes trying to avoid you at all costs as she sized up your parents house. They had redecorated since they had become empty nesters; the house turning into more of their dream residence than a family home. “This is… nice.” Allison almost grimaced as she said the word, acting like it left a sour taste in her mouth. You just shook your head, not being able to believe that you had once considered her your friend. Now, with her in front of you, she was unrecognizable. She was no longer the sweet girl that Jake was dating, now she seemed almost vindictive.

You motioned to the living room and started walking that way. “The dress is in here.” The lie, that wasn’t technically a lie, flowed out of your lips a little too easily. The smirk that was evident on your lips was hidden by the fact that she was walking behind you, clueless to what was happening. You hoped that the interaction would be over fairly soon and would be fairly uneventful, but she decided to ruin that. “It’s such a shame that you got kicked out of the wedding. I’m so so sorry about that. I hope we can still be friends.” Her attempt at mock kindness made you feel sick to your stomach as you fought back the urge to laugh. You just shook your head and finally learned against the wall in the living room once you reached it. “You know, I’m actually not sorry. You deserve everything that is about to come your way.” When you saw her look towards you with confusion clouding her features, you couldn’t help but let out a cold chuckle.

“Well, first of all. I found out today that bridesmaid’s dresses make a very pretty addition to a fire.” You pointed to the fireplace, a pinkish hue standing out against the red and orange colors it normally burned at. A look of horror overtook her features along with rage, her sentences coming out as broken up barely fathomable English. “I- You – What?!”

She was visibly fuming, her knuckles clenching and unclenching at her sides as she tried to keep her senses about her, but she was failing miserably. “I mean, you can consider this me officially burning a bridge. It’s also me showing you just how screwed your wedding is.” You grabbed the bottle of wine off of the table in front of your couch, taking a long swig. The color drained from her face as she turned to face you, her eyebrows knitting together. “What do you mean? What did you do?” Her words were sharp as a knife as they hit the air, clearly meant to intimidate.

You tapped your finger against your lips, debating whether or not to tell her. You weighed your options and decided to go for broke, the alcohol in your system making you feel extra petty. “Honey, I hate to tell you this, but you’re not going to have a wedding.” She laughed at you, clearly not believing you and trying to keep up the tough girl act. But, you saw little fragments of anxiety starting to come through as she began to get uncomfortable and walk towards your front door. She was no doubt going to tell Jake and you could not wait. There was now only two days until their wedding and you really hoped Bradley and Phoenix were holding up their end of the bargain.

You heard your front door open and you turned towards it, a genuine smile on your lips. “Oh, Allie?” You called out to her, her eyes meeting yours as she held the door open and waited to walk out of it. “You shouldn’t have fucking cheated on my best friend.” The last sound you heard before she left was a scoff and then the slamming of the front door, her heels clicking down the driveway and towards her car.

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[chronicbeans]

If you are in the mood to write. I’d like an update on the illustrator one or anything your heart wants to write . I just love your writing and you inspired me to write.

Okay! I'll write something original down, simply because all of the fanfiction that I write is meant to work as a practice for a possible career in making original stories! OwO my main goal is to try to bring awareness to chronic illness, so I'll make this one based on one of those ideas.

Meeting Aluminum

TW: Chronic Illness, Hospital Settings, Mentions of Medical Procedures

It was so odd when I first woke up here. This large, looming hospital covered in off pinks, purples, and whites. The grass beneath me was red, instead of green, and the leaves on the trees were green. The hospital itself looked much more like a mansion. In fact, I wouldn't have known it was a hospital if it weren't for the sign on the front.

"The Iolite Hospital for the Mentally and Physically Unwell - We will keep you Here for as Long as You" the rest was scribbled out, before someone wrote "ARE SICK" to replace whatever was originally said.

I was then found by two odd men in white coats. One had no eyes, but seemed to see through an eye on his necktie. The other had four eyes on his face. The two of them tried speaking to me, which didn't work. I can't talk, unfortunately. I can only write down my words. The one with no eyes turned to the other, whispering to him. I could make out only a little. "Mute... Probable long-term... Yes, long stay."

I was then brought into the cafeteria, which is where I am now. They had given me a notebook before I got here. I look around, too nervous to sit with others, but there are no empty seats. I hear some talk about one of the many patients, as well as people turning to look at him for a few seconds, before quickly turning back to their groups.

"Did you hear about Aluminum? They say he's going to be a long-term patient. Possibly lifetime patient!" "I heard the doctor backed out of his endoscopy when they saw how narrow it was. Can't believe it got back to being that bad within just a year." "I heard his family is glad they won't have to deal with him anymore." "Well, I heard they never took care of him in the first place."

I look to the man everyone is looking at. He is sitting all alone, picking at his food. He seems to be like one of the men outside, as in, he has no eyes. Unlike that man, he seems to see through the various eyes he's scribbled onto his hospital gown with black marker. He can probably see everyone who is talking about him from the literal eyes on his back. That doesn't even account for how loud they are. His skin is a pale peach, with his cheeks dotted with blue freckles. The most notable part is his full head of orange, curly hair, and the two white wings floating above it. They seem to bop and bob as he moves his head from side to side, fluttering whenever he swallows the food he is eating.

I decide to walk over and sit with him. In part due to his table having the least people, as well as to just keep him company. I sit next to him, taking a few bites of my food, before picking up my notebook. He turns his face up to me, as if he only just noticed that I sat next to him. I turn the page to face him. He softly mutters to himself, reading aloud. "'Hello, my name is Derek. I'm sorry, I can't talk. I hope the others aren't getting to you'... Hey, Derek. It's alright. No need to apologize. The others are rather loud, but I'm used to it. They marvel at the other... Ahem... "Long-term patients", too. They can't seem to understand the meaning of a lifelong illness."

I write again, before turning it to him. "'Sorry to hear that. I heard I might be a long-term patient, too. Can we be friends?' Umm... sure? Just know that I tend to vent, alot. Most of the others do, too. I guess it is a mutual understanding that venting about our frustration at the doctors here is a good thing for our mental health. They don't have psychologists or psychiatrists here. Not even a therapist. Well, they have physical therapists, respiratory therapists... just not MENTAL HEALTH therapists. So, there isn't anyone else to talk to, besides each other. You get me?" I nod. "Good. I guess, since we are friends, I might as well show you the ropes of this place..."

[mcnstercus]

" i wasn't born to be soft and quiet. i was born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips. "

is that lindsey morgan? no, that's just clarissa " clary " gooding. they were born on mar. 25, 1997 ( appears 24 ). they are a siphoner vampire ( sacred circle coven ) living in northknot town. they work as a mechanic at northknot autoshop. some say they are loyal and humorous, but i've heard others say they are blunt and harsh. when you think of her, don't you think of black and white photos, jack daniels, & motor oil covered hands?

clarissa adeline gooding.

S T A T S

name: clarissa adeline gooding (formerly clarissa adeline mendes / nickname(s): clary / birth date: mar. 25, 1997 (aries) / species: siphoner vampire (sacred circle coven) / gender: cis female (she/her) / sexuality: bisexual / birthplace: northknot / hometown: northknot / residence: northknot / biological parent(s): isabelle gooding & miguel mendes (estranged) / other parent(s) & guardian(s): adrian gooding (step-father) / sibling(s): everett moore (older half brother) / physical & mental illnesses: anger issues, dyslexia / allergies: pineapple, honeydew, cantaloupe / dominant hand: right / known languages: english & spanish / occupation: mechanic at northknot autoshop / faceclaim: lindsey morgan

B I O G R A P H Y

( trigger warnings: domestic / child abuse, assault, murder mention )

clarissa was going to be born, but her mother thought she was ready for a child this time, she convinced herself that this situation was different than the situation with her older child, everett. this time, isabelle gooding had a plan, this time she insisted that the father stay. that was the first mistake.

the first few years were good it seemed, but slowly it escalated. it started with her father abusing her mother, he never dared to touch clary. that was until clary dared to speak out of turn. miguel mendes didn't like it, so he acted on it. clary would go to school with bruises on her, that her mother would cover up and tell her to keep secret. her mother feared what miguel would do if clary said anything. isabelle may have stayed in the situation, but she was fiercely protective of clary. this went on for years. clarissa thought it was just happened to her and her mother and she grew angry. the biggest thing she feared was the fact she had no magic it seemed to be able to protective herself or her mother.

the last time clary ever saw her father was when she was seven years old. clarissa was raised to not speak out, but she was never one to listen to a man, even at this age. so, when her table manners were not up to par one night, her father reacted in a harsh way. this was the last dinner clary saw her father. it took two surgeries to fix her shattered knee, all metal wired and plated. her mother spent all her money to help her. that was when isabelle demanded miguel to leave, threatening to go to the police. clary felt so alone, but she knew that her mother would always be there for her.

besides her mother, clary never really had anyone to save her, she always saved herself. after miguel left, her mother started to sleep around again, and each boyfriend was as worse as the previous. clary assumed that it was because miguel had damaged isabelle so much that she didn't believe that she deserved a love that treated her right. when clary was old enough to speak out, she was determined to protect her mother. at first it was easy to get her mother out of the screaming matches, the minute they saw the small child, most of the men would flee. no one would dare hit isabelle gooding's child, but it got harder as she got older, especially without the use of magic.

everyone believed that the young girl would never have powers, that was until she was thirteen. one of her mother's current boyfriends at the time was over. this one was particularly hard to run off, and he was almost as violent as miguel. after he was screaming as her mother, he turned the anger onto clary. she got into a fight with the man, throwing her against the wall. she received a large cut down the side of her temple, a concussion, and a few broken ribs. while it was a particularly bad day, it was also the day that clary first siphoned magic from someone. using her magic, she threw him back, injuring him instead. she siphoned more off her mother nearby and continued to fight until her was out of their home. it wasn't long before the man charged clary with assault, clary remembers the day in high school when she was taken out of class in hand cuffs. eventually the charges were dropped after it was clear that she would've won the case, due to self-defense.

that day, her and her mother had a conversation, and isabelle realized that she needed to be better. not only find someone who would treat them right, but that she needed to view herself better, deserving of love. their luck turned for the better because a year later, adrian gooding came into their lives a year later. a year after that, adrian and isabelle got married. for once in her life, clary felt like she was safe in a home. there was always one thing though. even after she felt safe, clary never felt like she fit in anywhere. she was a siphoner, one who has not been in her family for generations. siphoners didn't fit well in the witch community. while it got better through the years with being accepted, part of clary didn't really accept herself, knowing that she would never be able to do her own magic and in turn drain the ones around her.

clary was seventeen when everett moore came into her life. she had found that he was her half-brother, a boy their mother had left with his father. though rocky at first, clary and everett soon became close. while some understood clary, there was something about her older brother that she felt so connected to. clary told everything and anything to everett, no matter how crazy. there were some things still unspoken about their pasts between them, but they learned that it was okay, that those unspoken words spoke the most.

from then on, it was clary and everett in times of danger, whenever something was wrong or danger was upon them, everett was there to let clary siphon from him, even insisting it at points. that was until clary met erik blackthorne. she knew vaguely who the man was and knew that her coven leader did not think highly of him. that didn't matter to clary, for he had a solution to clary's siphoner power. a pendent that gave her the power to siphon whenever she wanted, in exchanged he would train her. though against the judgement of some, especially since erik's humanity was turned off at the time, clary agreed with the deal that eventually she would become a vampire, after she talked to everett.

that talk with everett never came, halloween of 2021 the faction attacked northknot again, opening the veil between the living and dead allowing ghosts to roam freely into northknot. erik fed clary his blood and broke her neck before she had the chance to talk to everett. everett was the one who found clary dead in a building.

when clary awoke, her emotions were intense, and the only thing clary wanted was blood. she noticed everett near her, holding her was she woke, and she instantly pushed him away, feeling not in control. she feared she would hurt him if he stayed close to her. from then on, clary was a vampire, having the ability to siphon from herself any time she wanted. though it was a rash decision, there was a relief that fell over her, she was able to do magic herself and she never again had to feel the guilt she got from draining it from another, especially draining it from everett.

since then, she has been training with erik with her new abilities and to strengthen her magic, still grappling with the heightened emotions. while she was still loyal to her coven, there were some issues, especially with her coven leader astra. the two never got along well before, they were so similar, but clary was loyal to a fault. this time though, it felt different, she knew that astra thought what she did was impulsive and partly selfish, but clary knew she would be able to protect herself no matter if she had a source of magic or not, and she knew she now had the ability to protect hose she loved, especially her coven, even if astra had trouble trusting her.

H E A D C A N O N S

she has a scar on her knee from a surgery to repair it after it was shattered by her father, and a scar on her right temple from her mother's ex-boyfriend.

clary has multiple tattoos.

she has a fear of being betrayed and abandoned.

C O N N E C T I O N S

everett moore. older half brother. everett is one of the most important people in clary's life, and one of the first people she trusted, possibly one of the only people she fully trusts. clary would set the world on fire for everett.

mark hexner. best friend & roommate & ex-boyfriend. these two dated briefly but realized they were way better as friends, since then he became one of her ride or dies, like cassandra. they match each other's energies really well.

cassandra reese. best friend & roommate. clary and cassandra became friends very easily, and it feels like it's been so long that clary doesn't remember when cassandra became an aquaintance turned to ride or die best friend. clary knows she can count on cassandra to occasionally be her rock, and make sure her and mark don't go off the deep end.

aiden carlisle. close friend. these two met because they're in the same coven. clary knows that she can always go to aiden for advice when she needs it.

erik blackthorne. close friend & vampire that turned her. her and erik met while his humanity was turned off. he offered her a way to do magic without taking it from others, and gave her the opportunity to eventually become a vampire if she wished. however, he didn't give her time, turning her on a whim when the ghosts came. he is sorry that he didn't give her the time she needed, but is always there to help learn how to deal with her vampire powers.

isabella santiago. girlfriend. these two met at a party years ago, before isa had to start taking her duties as future queen seriously. they sparked up a relationship with each other. it all ended when isa left to go back to the water, and it broke clary's heart. clary was skeptical to start something new with isa, but agreed to after isa proposed she'd do anything to stay with clary, it didn't matter what her parents thought.

astra grimsbane. coven leader. astra and clary have a rough relationship. clary always felt different from the coven, and astra was always very stubborn. their rockiness was the worst when clary was turned by erik, someone who astra doesn't particularly like. there was a lot going on under the surface though. their troubles with each other mostly stems from the fact they are very alike in personality.

ryann matthews. friend. ryann is everett's best friend and roommate, so it was pretty hard for clary to not be friends with ryann. while clary has a hard time trusting her (or anyone), clary approves of ryann because she can see that ryann is good to everett.

celestia grimsbane. dislikes. clary is fiercely loyal, and that includes being fiercely loyal to astra albeit their trouble. this is why clary is not a fan of celestia, and she thinks that the other underestimates astra.

sacred circle witches. coven. she has a complicated relationship with her coven as she grew up a siphon and her parents had a complicated relationship with the coven. though, she still feels accepted amongst them, albeit struggling with the acceptance of herself.

L I N K S

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11. Ewan McGregor Movie Review: The Serpent's Kiss (1997)

Fun Fact! If you're a fan of the "Long Way" motorcycle series with Ewan and his best friend Charlie Boorman, then you'll be pleased to know that their friendship began on this movie! Charlie has a minor role in the film as a secretary. He and Ewan met while filming and bonded over their love of motorcycles. The rest is history!

Genre: Drama/Romance

Rating: R

Director: Philippe Rousselot

Starring: Pete Postlethwaite, Greta Scacchi, Carmen Chaplin, Ewan McGregor

Synopsis: "The Serpent's Kiss" is about the Smithers family. Mr. Smithers wants to give his wife the gift of a garden so he hires a top-notch landscaper that his in-law recommends to him. Mrs. Smithers isn't very interested in the garden but prefers games and tricks. Specifically those she can play on people. Their daughter, Ann/Thea, is a peculiar girl. She reads far too much and gets along better with nature than people. While her mother indulges her, her father worries for her health and hires a physician to "cure" her or her abnormalities. Once the young landscaper arrives, it becomes evident that he is not just there to build a garden, but to use his expertise to exact revenge for his secret employer.

Ewan Review: Ewan plays the character Meneer Chrome who is a famed Dutch landscaper. He takes a job in England with the goal of transforming the overgrown lawn of the Smithers family into a one-of-a-kind, modern, garden. As he works on the project, he becomes interested in his boss's eccentric daughter while her mother becomes interested in him. Ewan speaks in a Dutch and English accent for this role but mainly Dutch. I'm not familiar with Dutch accents but I'm going to be bold and say that his was terrible. It annoyed the crap out of me! I couldn't take it seriously, it was forced, and completely took me out of the movie every time he opened his mouth. I would've enjoyed this movie a lot more if he didn't have to use that god awful accent. He has a female love interest and two kiss scenes. One is with a man and the other is with a woman . He also does some flirting with his boss's wife. There's an implied sex scene and implied nudity. You do get to briefly see him shirtless though. He wears a wig and you also get to see the worst haircut he has ever had in a movie to date. His performance isn't very good. There were a couple moments where it felt like I was listening to him recite lines from a paper. It didn't seem like he was all in for this project but decided to coast through. This might be a nit-pick but it's not a spoiler: not long after we meet his character he randomly tosses his wig off for no discernable reason and he never puts it back on. Nobody says anything about it. All the men of high class wore wigs in the movie so I assumed for a man to walk around wigless in front of high society would be deemed offensive. Anyway, I don't know what the point of that scene was.

Screentime Percentage: Ewan is on screen for a grand total of 44/106 minutes making his SP 42%.

To Ewan or not to Ewan: Is the movie worth watching for Ewan alone? No. Although he is in much of the movie, he just doesn't do a lot nor is he interesting. Honestly, the character is boring. I wouldn't turn this on for Ewan. Is the movie worth watching in general? Sadly, it's another no from me. In all fairness, it's so weird that it charmed me a little but I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. I don't know what audience this movie was made for.

Warning before Watching: There is a whole incest subplot in the movie. There aren't any sex scenes or anything but the movie makes sure you know they're related so keep that in mind. In a scene where Thea is overcome with emotion she intentionally cuts her face. The scenes of her being "cured" of her "illness" by the physician could also be uncomfy to watch. There's nothing graphic but you do hear her scream in pain and just the general treatment of this character is sad. Lastly, you see someone die from poison.

Where to Watch: "The Serpent's Kiss" is available to stream for free on Tubi, Sling TV, Redbox, Amazon Prime Video, and Freevee. It's also currently uploaded for free to YouTube. Just search "The Serpent's Kiss Full action Movie Drama Ewan McGregor".

[forgottenarthur]

If Arthur wasn't mistaken, that was fury kindling in Cassimir's dark eye and, despite himself, Arthur smiled to see it take stony hold of his rival's expression. Good. Arthur saw the man as a tyrant, ruling over this household with an iron grip. It seemed to him that Eithne displayed signs of fear, at times, when dealing with him or speaking of him, as if he might do her harm and, while Arthur didn't suspect him of outward violence -- Arthur also viewed him, like many bullies, as a coward -- he believed that more than enough emotional violence filled this household which, he suspected, had not been there when Cassimir had arrived.

In truth, Eithne sometimes spoke of Valentina's influence when Arthur alluded to such things, but Arthur knew better. It was not women who held sway, truly, but men. Valentina could be as pernicious as she liked, but Cassimir was the man of the household: he had to permit it and, thus, the blame was his as much as his mother's influence.

Arthur's own smile was stony, his eyes like flint even as satisfaction washed over him. It was a ridiculous thing, this request. By custom, after one acknowledgement of 'Your Imperial Highness,' anyone could drop the term 'Imperial,' and in fact Arthur permitted Eithne to call him by his given name meaning that to some extent the entire household was on a familiar basis to him, but Arthur was in an ill temper, and he wished to make it felt by Cassimir and his mother, and this was, by his way of thinking, a remarkably pleasant means to doing just that.

"See that it doesn't," he barked back, his tone unwittingly slipping into one his father often employed. "I do not forget impertinence when it is shown, and I will not prove so forgiving if there is ever a second instance."

Was it rebellion glittering in Cassimir's eyes? Good: that meant he was resenting his treatment, something that further meant he was feeling it and, this time, when Arthur sipped at his glass, he smiled.

As he spoke of Guinevere, Arthur shook his head. In truth, he wasn't sure what Cassimir's true intentions might be. It seemed to him that he must be toying with at least one of the women to whom he showed attentions, for everyone knew that only the men of House of Varmont might take more than one wife. Cassimir could not wed both Eithne and Guinevere, and surely he meant to make his sister his wife, for who would be so foolish as to trifle with the affections of a daughter of Roderick, if they did not mean to make the risk of his wrath worthwhile? No, surely he was either toying with Eithne...or, worse, he meant to turn his own sister into his mistress, as disgusting a thought as Arthur could think of. There was nothing at all to like, Arthur thought, in the man before him.

Hearing the hollow laugh, Arthur's eyes sparkled, grim satisfaction spreading over him, a bitter pleasure stealing over him at Cassimir's discomfort. In truth, Arthur had no idea what secret Cassimir was keeping, but it was clear to him there was something, and needling him seemed as good a means of getting at the heart of the matter as any.

"Oh, yes," replied Arthur, turing back to the table to pour another glass, and putting it into Cassimir's hand, before pouring another for himself. "Their friendship is, indeed, a boast, even to myself and to my siblings," he said, catching Cassimir's eye. "We would never allow them to suffer mistreatment unavenged. Do not forget it."

He smiled softly, casting a glance towards Valentina, who was now leaning even closer to Edmund, one hand on Sonya's shoulder, who was, herself, either blushing or suppressing laughter at whatever her mother was saying. "Oh, yes. I've no doubt she knows quite precisely," he agreed. he had long suspected that their occasional absences just when the princes seemed to arrive was no coincidence, which was why he had taken of late to calling unannounced more and more often than he ever had before. Princes were easier to seduce when there was no rival for his affections present, no doubt.

"Perhaps, when the ladies retire, if they are still not returned, you and I shall scour the countryside for them. It is hardly fitting that they should be out so late unattended." Arthur watched closely for Cassimir's reaction to this. It was Arthur's own suspicion that they were, in fact, locked somewhere inside the house, perhaps in their bedchambers -- he couldn't say -- but he suspected mistreatment of some kind very strongly. There was something that none of them were ready to say, and all of them were trying very sincerely to conceal. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "It is, after all, the role of an elder brother to protect the ladies beneath his roof, is it not? And you are, after all, their brother."

Stay Away | Arthur & Cassimir

Arthur Varmont often had a rather annoying habit of showing up at inconvenient times. And while Cassimir supposed they should be always ready to take advantage of this particular situation (what better time to throw Sonya in his way?), it often meant that either he or his mother was not around to keep him separated from Eithne.

Today, however, was different, as he was there on invitation -- which meant that Eithne had been sent to the market with an impossibly long and complicated list of items that would ensure she would not return until the prince had left. (This left Cillian and Aoife in charge of the kitchens, but better that than to have Arthur Varmont distracted all evening).

The invitation had been extended to all five of Varmont's children, but only Arthur and Edmund had come. (The fact that they would have all come to see his sisters but would likely only have himself and his mother for company, did not strike Cassimir as a possible reason for their absence).

Cassimir always tried to remain agreeable whenever in Arthur Varmont's company and while this was a far easier task when Eithne was not near, tonight Cassimir had been drinking. It had been in an attempt to avoid dwelling on a recent memory of Arthur and Eithne together. In the end, he found that it had only made it worse to escape it.

It had been mere days ago -- Cassimir had returned from being in town to see that Arthur had been at his home while he was away. Eithne was bidding him farewell as Cassimir rode up towards the house and he saw the way Arthur had managed to make her smile and laugh -- and although it only lasted a moment -- Cassimir caught a look in her eye that he had never seen before in his own company. He was overwhelmed with the desire for her to look at him, as she had been looking at Arthur and had abruptly filled with both anger and jealousy.

The servants did not know the cause of this particular temper flare, but they all knew enough to stay out of his way that evening.

Cassimir had been uncharacteristically quiet since the princes' arrival, but now he could stand it no longer and he approached Arthur.

"Where is your sister, Your Highness? I had hoped she would be accompanying you this evening. I always enjoy her company." Cassimir's voice was cheerful enough and he even managed a smile, but it did not reach his eyes.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Leonardo: You worry too much, Comte!

Le Comte: *Thinking about all those times stuff has gone incredibly wrong*

Le Comte: No I worry exactly the right amount--

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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Devastated

Ivar the Boneless x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2794 words

Warnings: Reader cannot have children. It is covered in very little detail but content may be triggering to some. Read with caution darlings. 

Summary: The reader finds out that she will never bear children, and knows that she must tell her husband, eventually. 

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You were devastated.

In your entire life, you were sure that you’d never been given such bad news.

When you went to visit the Seer, the last thing you expected him to tell you about your future was that you would never be able to have children, and yet, that was just what had happened.

You begged the mighty one to reconsider, to tell you something different, but there was nothing to be done.

The reality was that you would never bear children of your own, not in all your life.

You couldn’t believe it.

Child rearing was incredibly important to you, and your people in general. You should have been able to bear strong, strapping sons to carry on their father’s name and daughters who could hold their own against any warrior.

It was your birthright as a woman, and a Princess of Kattegat, but the seer was very clear. There were no young ones in your future, at least, not any that you would carry on your own as your mother had with you.

It wasn’t going to happen.

By all accounts, you were heartbroken.

Since you were a young child, you had dreamed of becoming a mother to brave children who could bring just as much glory to Kattegat as you and all the others before you had. You owed it to the Gods, but evidently, they had a different plan.

You weren’t to be a mother.

You considered this, and everything else the seer had said as you walked down the path toward the great hall, your feet heavy beneath you. Perhaps, if you made enough offerings to Freya, something would change.

Though, you knew it would never work.

The seer had never been wrong, in all the years you’d lived. If he was ever going to be wrong, you doubted it would be over this in any case.

You couldn’t rightly ignore the facts.

Your body wasn’t fit to carry children, and if your womb couldn't support life, there was nothing you could have ever hoped to do to change that. The most you could do was accept what you knew to be true.

Which was much easier in theory than in practice.

Not only did you have to come to terms with this new reality, but you also had to share the unfortunate news with your husband, who would certainly not take it well.

Every man wanted sons, men whom they could be proud to leave their name to when they were finally called to Valhalla. The idea that you were taking that away from Ivar made you rethink everything.

Would he want to be married to you anymore when he found out? Your marriage was relatively new, and you couldn't blame him if this was something that he simply couldn’t overlook and even worse, what if he was angry?

Ivar wasn’t exactly a joy to be around when he was angry, and you fear what he may do if he blamed you for something like this.

Was it your fault?

Gods, maybe it was.

You weren’t aware that you couldn’t have children before this morning so it wasn’t as if you could have been expected to warn him before your marriage, but now that you knew, was it possible you had done something wrong.

It was really starting to feel as though you were being punished for something, but for what, you were unsure.

Surely you’d done something wrong. Why else would the Gods see fit to take your children away from you before you’d even had a chance to consider having them?

It felt like a cruel joke, one that you could never escape.

The more you thought about it, the more distracted you’d become, and before long, you found yourself entering the mouth of the great hall, where Ivar was already waiting for you.

Of course he was.

Your husband was kind to you, most of the time, when his temper didn’t have a handle on his emotions. You had never found yourself worried about speaking to him, or telling him anything before, but today was different.

Today, you found yourself more willing to go into the woods to fight a bear as Bjorn had done, rather than tell Ivar of the news you’d gotten from the seer on your visit this morning.

It was simply too much to put on one person.

“Well hello my wife, how are you?” Ivar hummed, letting his eyes fall on you in the doorway once he’d decided he was bored of watching Ubbe and Hvitserk try to best one another in an arm wrestle.

They had been going at it for the last hour or so, and it had gotten tedious shortly after that.

Hearing about what you had gotten into today seemed to interest him that much more, especially because you had taken it upon yourself to get out of bed and leave before he’d even opened his eyes.

You didn’t speak at first, instead opting to admire the man you loved in a silent contemplation of how he was feeling today.

If he was already in a sour mood, you weren’t going to dare bring something like this up.

Still, compared to how Ivar acted on his worst days, he seemed rather content today. If nothing else, he was bored, which you couldn’t really fault him for. His mother had more or less kept him here his entire life.

He didn’t voyage away from Kattegat and he never was one for frivolous activities to pass the time.

In any case, if there was ever going to be a good opportunity to have such a sensitive conversation with him, it was now. At least, you had a better chance of him staying calm, rather than getting angry.

“I’m just fine, Ivar, how are you?” you hummed, sitting down beside him as gingerly as you could without disturbing him, though you were more in your head than you’d ever been.

You knew that you should pay attention as he told you about what he’d gotten up to today, not missing the subtle comments he made about you leaving him to wake up on his own, but you couldn’t focus on anything more than the sinking in your gut.

Deep down, you knew that he would blame you.

That it was bad enough that you weren’t as fair or petite as his brother’s wives, and that his father had arranged your marriage, but now, you wouldn't even be able to bear his children for him.

You had been rather fortunate to avoid Ivar’s wrath before now, though you’d seen it pretty frequently, and you could feel that luck running out. You knew that this would upset him, that he would be angry.

You just weren’t sure what you could do about that.

It would be foolish to believe that you could keep this from him forever.

Eventually, he was bound to put the pieces together when you couldn’t get pregnant, and even if he didn’t, the seer was sure to mention it to him at some point.

You could only keep this from him for so long, and if he found out you knew this long before he did, he would punish you for sure.

So, as much as it made your stomach turn, you knew that you only really had one choice.

“What did you do today that was so important?” he questioned, all but snapping in your face to get your attention once he’d finished speaking, only to find you as far away as ever.

Clearly, your head was a million miles away, and while that normally would have frustrated Ivar, he found himself strangely concerned for your wellbeing. Usually, when he spoke, you hung on every word.

Today, it was as if he wasn’t even here.

“I went to visit the seer, about the strange way I’ve been feeling” you shrugged, hoping that wouldn’t bring on any other questions from him.

This was your chance.

All you had to do was tell him.

Though, when you raised your eyes to meet his, you found that same knot in your belly twisted up even more. There was no way that you could tell him, he would never understand.

Still, you knew that at some point, he was sure to pull it out of you. He always did, no matter what it was you tried to keep away.

“Well, what did he tell you?” came his second question, the one you’d been anticipating, and trying to avoid, this entire time.

You did your best not to let the heavy sigh building in your chest escape as you tried to figure out how to word what you had to say, your eyes falling on both Hvitserk and Ubbe across the room.

It was bad enough that you were about to tell Ivar the worst news you’d ever gotten, but now, you had to do it with them within earshot? It was perfect. The entire Ragnarsson clan could hate you at once.

Not that them being here was a completely bad thing.

At least with his brothers in the room, there was less of a chance that Ivar could get so angry with you.

Perhaps they would be a good buffer for you.

In any case, you knew that you had reached the end of your very minimal stalling. If you waited any longer, the more you were sure that Ivar’s peaceful mood and ticking patience would fade.

The longer you waited, the harder it would be.

“There is nothing outrightly wrong” you allowed, doing your best to make him feel better about that, at the very least. It wasn’t a lie, just as much as it wasn’t exactly the truth. You weren’t dying, or seriously ill.

You just weren’t as you thought you were this morning.

“Then why were you away for so long? Surely the seer was able to tell you something” he groaned, bothered that you had been away for so many hours without so much as a warning to him.

After all, you had been missing from his side since before he opened his eyes, something he had never really taken kindly to.

You nodded, sorry that your clear absence had upset him so much before you finally let that sigh fall from your lips.

“Yes, he did, but the news is rather difficult to accept,” you warned, forcing some words out when you found the truth unable to leave your tongue. With every second that passed, you could just feel his patience leaving him.

However, even with all the blatant stalling you were doing, Ivar remained as calm as he could.

It was clear to him that no matter what you said, there was something you were keeping from him. The only question Ivar really had was why?

In all the time that you had been married, he was always kind to you. He took care of you as any husband should and though his temper was a bit harsh at times, he was always careful to be fair and gentle when he spoke to you.

All in all, Ivar thought himself to be a good husband but perhaps he was wrong.

He couldn’t imagine anything that could be so bad that you were so timid to tell him.

“Y/N, what did the seer tell you?” he prompted, shocking you a bit with the use of your name. Ivar never used your name, not if he could help it, always instead opting for ‘wife’ or ‘darling’ if he really wanted something.

It was never Y/N with him.

“I cannot have children, Ivar. Not ever” you finally broke, desperately wishing that you hadn’t said anything to begin with.

You should have been able to do this, and you both knew it.

Still, once you’d finally built up the courage to look, the upset that you expected from Ivar wasn’t anywhere to be seen on his face.

Instead, he wore an expression that was almost confused.

That was what you were so afraid to tell him?

You had come in here after a day of absence, as closed off and cagey as he’d ever seen you in all the time that you’d known him and that was what it was about? He just couldn’t believe that was the thing that you hesitated to share.

Of all the things it could have been, he would have thought that among the first that you could talk with him about if need be.

Not that you could read all of that from his silence and pensive expression.

From where you were sitting, you were even further convinced that he was about to tell you that he couldn’t be married to someone that couldn’t give him children, and that you would be on your own once again.

News that you couldn’t have been more unwilling to hear.

While your marriage to Ivar had been his mother’s idea in the beginning, you had begun to really care for him in the time you’d been married. Separating from him was sure to break your heart.

No matter the circumstances.

“And you’re upset by that?” he hummed, after a few seconds of silence between the two of you, a casual question that seemed so out of place in such a serious, tense conversation.

It was so strange.

He truly seemed as if he didn’t understand what the big deal was.

Though, you were talking to a man who had never truly been sure children were in his future to begin with. Not to mention the fact that even if he knew he was physically able, Ivar didn’t know how he felt about fathering offspring.

After all, if they had to live life anything like he did, he wasn’t sure it was worth it.

So, the idea that you couldn’t bear his children didn’t bother Ivar as much as you’d been expecting. Something that would have made you feel better, had you not been heartbroken over it.

You wanted to have children, all your life, so now knowing that you couldn’t, it felt as if something you’d never even had, had been stolen from you.

“Of course I’m upset, Ivar. Are you not?” you sighed, shocked at how this conversation had so drastically changed from what you’d been expecting. All this time, you thought your husband would be the most affected by this.

All the while, he remained almost entirely unphased by the news that you were barren.

It was almost insulting.

“Did you really expect to have children when we married, anyway?” he asked, his question giving you pause for a moment.

You supposed you’d never really thought about it before.

He had a point.

There was never any real guarantee that you were going to be a mother with him in any case, a fact that hadn’t even been important enough to cross your mind when you were getting married.

“I never thought much about it” you allowed, your eyes once again sinking to the floor as you thought about everything that had somehow changed, in the matter of a few hours.

It was hard not to feel as if your body had betrayed your trust, taking away something you had always thought to be promised.

You were upset, and rightfully so.

Ivar may not have ever considered himself a father, in any capacity, but that didn’t mean that your upset was any less real. He’d had his entire life to come to terms with this, whereas you’d only known for a day.

Of course it bothered you, and even if he didn’t really get why you were allowing something like this to get to you so much, he could recognize that you were hurting.

...and what kind of husband would he be if he left his grieving wife to her own devices.

“I understand that you are distressed by the seer’s news, but I promise you, it changes nothing between us” Ivar assured, his fingers brushing over the top of your hand as he held it between you.

It wasn’t the most comforting gesture outside of this moment, a simple hand holding as it were, but coming from Ivar, it made all the difference in the world.

As desperate as you were to change the state of your body, and as much as you wished it wasn’t the way it was, you knew that nothing could be done.

All you could do now was move on as best you could, and perhaps, sometime down the line, the gods may gift you with a child that you could care for. 

Even if such a child wasn’t of Ivar’s and your own.

At least, until then, you had Ivar by your side.

[barnes-n-nobles]

Attention (SMUT)

Request: Smut. Bucky gets jealous of her for getting too close to his friend Steve. So he punishes her 🍆🤤

Sorry for the delay! Here it is and I hope you enjoy! Let me know what y’all think!

You and Bucky had been invited to Tony Starks birthday party tonight. In most cases you would have an outfit ready, but Bucky wanted to dress you today. You thought it was the cutest idea ever and you let him choose for you. He came out of your closet with a beautiful black dress , that had a slit on the side. He got you this as a gift during the first month that you guys started dating. You were saving it for a special occasion so you were a little shocked that he would bring it out for today’s birthday party. Your eyebrows slightly bunched together in confusion as Bucky laid it on your bed.

“Why that dress for today babe? It’s just Tony’s birthday, not the met gala” you chucked. Buckys metal hand traced the side of the dress and smiled at the thought of seeing your body in this sexy dress. “I just want to show off my beautiful girl. Plus, my tux is all black as well. You know how I love matching with you” he smiled as he went to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You nodded in agreement , taking the dress off the bed and walking into the bathroom to change. “I just hope this dress doesn’t get ruined like my last one…” you sighed smiling at the memory that started to form in your mind. “What do you mean, Doll?” Bucky asked curiously.

“One day, Steve and Thor got so drunk at Natashas party that they started having “cake wars” and I made the huge mistake of trying to take the cake away from them and Steve threw a handful of cake at me, while he was trying to get Thor. I was so mad because the dress I got for that day was super nice but I had to get rid of it…it was way too stained” you stated as you slid yourself into your dress.

Bucky rolled his eyes at the sound of Steves name leaving your lips. Him and Steve had some unspoken tension between them that always puzzled you. Little did you know, Steve wanted you for himself but Bucky moved way too fast and was able to cuff you up before Steve even thought about it. Bucky and him were inseparable but once they both realized they were after the same girl, they both got distant. Bucky loved his friend but he always got everything. The fame, love, praise, recognition. He wasn’t going to let him get you though, because you belonged to him. Only him.

“He better not start his shit or I’m going to fuck him up” he spat. “Bucky, you’re not an angel when you get drunk either you get pretty angry AND / OR get into fights with everyone. “ Bucky knew that he had to tame his demons when he was around you just because he didn’t want to scare you off, but it’s been getting harder and harder to control it as men had gotten a bit too brave around you. Bucky wasn’t the type of shy off when something made him mad.

~~~~Later that night~~~~

You and Bucky walked into Tonys home and it never failed to amaze you how beautiful his house was. You hope to one day share a home with Bucky. One where you could one day raise a family of pets and eventually even kids. He noticed you were busy thinking about something so he nudged you to bring you back from your daydreams. “What’s wrong Doll? You seem distracted.” asking with a little scrunch of his eyebrows. “Oh it’s nothing just thinking about this huge-“ You we’re cut off by a familiar voice. “Y/n, Bucky, so glad you guys could make it. You’re only like 1 Hr late but who’s keeping track.” You all chuckled and said happy birthday to Tony. “Come join us, the food just got served”. As you walked into his lavish dining area you said hi to everyone and sat down on the 2 remaining seats. Steve was on your right and Bucky on your left. He soon started to talk to Sam who’s was next to him. “Hey y/n…I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s it going?” Steve asked you giving you a quick hug. You thought that Bucky would have turned around or at least notice but he was too busy joking with Sam.

“Hey Steve it has been a while. Just going through life, you know.” You smiled warmly.

“I feel you. It’s so good to see you. Your little boyfriend likes to keep you all to himself huh?” He asked softly so that only you could hear him. You just smiled and shook your head side to side, not wanting to answer. Steve was always a flirt you thought, but in reality he liked to push your buttons to see your pretty little face flush. After dinner you all moved to Tonys living room, everyone consumed in their own conversations. Bucky was next to you the whole night , making sure you were having a good time as well. “I’m going to go upstairs real quick, Tony is needing a hand with one of his “toys”. I’ll be right back Doll” he said placing a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and decided to pick up your phone to check up on any notifications you had.

Steve gulped down his drink from across the room as he saw Bucky leave your side finally. He started to approach you as soon as he was out of sight. “All alone?” He asked looking down at your small frame. Your eyes snapped up to see Steve standing in front of you. “ For now, Bucky is out doing something “ you said looking in the direction that he walked “May I sit?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded and scooted over. You and Steve started having a nice conversation and got all caught up with eachothers lives. He brought you some drinks to loosen you up and they seemed to be working perfectly as you started to feel a bit more chill and relaxed. Steve laid his arm over the top of the couch and scooted closer to you, making your face turn hot but the closeness. Steve leans over close to your ear and whispered “You look absolutely stunning. Tell Bucky to bring you around me a little more, hun. I’m sure he’s the sharing type.” You knew he was getting a little too comfortable due to the drinks he’s been having but you tried not to make a big deal. “Steve, please.” you warned wanting him to know there was line he was approaching and that he hould not cross. “Please what y/n…. I never see you and I know for a fact it’s because of Bucky. I’m also your friend and I want to be around you and in your life. Don’t you want that?” You turned your face around to get a bit of separation. But then he used his thumb and index finger to turn your face towards him. “Well?”. You didn’t know what to say so you stayed silent just looking down. Steve was irritated and he let go. Standing up looking down at you. “When you make your own decisions, you know where to find me” he said turning around but then suddenly he bumped into a strong chest. Your eyes shot up and you were frozen.

There he was, his chest falling up and down in absolute anger. Looking straight into Steve’s eyes. “Get out of my face Buck.” Steve said in a low tone. Bucky didn’t say a word, his nose flaring and his chest rose and fell slowly with anger. His metal arm rapidly grabbed his throat. “DONT ever touch her again. I’ll fucking kill you” and with that he threw him across the room by his neck, hitting some tables and chairs as he fell to the ground. Everyone snapped their attention over to you guys a few gasps and screams erupting. You quickly stood up and got in front of Bucky, placing your hand on his bicep as if it would calm him down. “Please Bucky, stop...” you said looking over at Steve who was surrounded by people as they tried to help him up. Tony and Sam went over to you guys to make sure that Bucky wouldn’t escalate this any further. “Bucky, you need to control yourself. This isn’t the time nor place. “ Sam said turning to look at Steve who was now up and getting held back and talked to by Thor and Vision. “Jesus Christ Barnes, you could have at least given me some time to pull out my phone to record that.” Tony said making Bucky snap out of his trance and you could see a small smile starting to form. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. “But yes..like Sam said. Not the time and definitely not the place. Pepper is going to kill me. “ as he looked at the broken table. “Sorry Tony, we’re just going to head out. I promise we’ll pay for that” you stated pulling Bucky away.

As you guys were heading to the entrance of the house, Bucky quickly pulled you into a near by room and locked the door behind him. You almost got whiplash at how fast he got you in there. “what the fuck were you doing with Steve, why did you let him get that close to you.” His big broad frame towered over you. “I didnt...well.. I dont know he was just sitting there and he got so close, i felt so trapped I didnt know what to do. “ you explained not knowing what to say to not make him more mad. “you know i dont fucking like him, why would you even entertain him? Do I need to brainwash you to never speak to anyone else but me... Hmm?’‘ he said pinning you to a nearby wall and pressing his body up against you. You didnt know if the drinks finally got to you or what, but you were feeling all tingly inside. Absolutely loving Buckys dominance. “or do you just want some attention. Because ill give you all the attention in the world Doll...but you'll only get it from me...no one else.” he whispered into your face.His lips brushing lightly over yours. You let out a little moan, his words going straight into your pussy. “I just need yours. You know that” you purred leaning in for a kiss. Bucky pulled away looking at your beautiful eyes, filling up with want and lust. “ Im going to show you that you only belong to me, and Ill make you crave only me and my attention. now turn over” he said giving you a quick kiss. 

You obediently turned and he started to slide your panties down. Buckys hands started to roam your body, his metal arm stopping at your clit. “I need you to be quiet for me Doll. Can you do that?” he said as his hard cock was grinding on your ass. “Yes, Sargent Barnes” you moaned as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Fuck...sucha good girl”. When he felt that you were wet enough he grabbed your hair and shoved you down onto a nearby dresser, earning a gasp from you. He pulled himself out and pulled up your dress, giving you a nice hard slap on your ass making you whine. “You had your fun with that imbecile “ he said as he aligned his throbbing cock at your entrance. “now its time for me to punish you like a whore for talking to him. “ and with that he rammed inside of you, letting out an animalistic growl at your tightness. Your moans ripped through your throat as he started to pump himself inside of you, with out much gentleness. His metal hand quickly went to your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds. “Shh babygirl..cant let anybody else hear”. He thrusted into you hard and fast, making you see stars and your mewls restrained by his cold hand. Your wetness soon started to drip down your leg. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling nothing but pure pleasure and bliss. Buckys arm went down to your neck and he pulled you up, making you arch your back. He leaned down looking at your fucked out face while he stuffed you full of his cock over and over again. He started to have a hot sloppy make out session with you, moaning into your mouth and you doing the same. Tongues interwoven into each other.

Bucky grunted your name, standing upright one more time. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck into you harder, his head snapping back as he was so close. “fuck im going to cum inside you Doll…Tell me who you belong to y/n..” he growled. “Y-you Bucky...only you Sergeant Barnes.” you moaned. Thats all it took for him to finally cum. His thrusts got sloppy as he spilled inside you. His cock twitching inside with each pause he took. He smiled as he pulled out, watching his cum spill down your leg. He pulled you up and gave you a passionate kiss. “dont worry Doll. We have much more to do at home. This was just a warm up, I’m going to give you orgasms after orgasms and you’re going to take it and enjoy it”

[the-butterfly-blues]

Handsome Dwarf

Pairing: Kíli x Female Reader Summary: Going out for some drinks, Fíli and Kíli join in on a celebration. Sadly, the older of the two has more luck wooing the ladies as the younger is faced with insults about his appearance. Luckily, a gorgeous woman stands amidst the crowd that doesn’t care about the length of his beard. Word Count: 943

In the Blue Mountains, the future princes would sneak out to drink in a nearby town. Doing so at the moment, they hadn't expected some kind of celebration to be going on. They didn't know what it was about, but they did know that booze was being passed around and ladies were dancing. Grabbing drinks, they sit back to look over everything for a moment before moving to flirt. Though, both Fíli and Kíli are handsome, the older of the two has the most luck as the other keeps getting shut down.

"Is that really a dwarf?" "Can't be. He has no beard." "They pride themselves on their beards, don't they?" "Yeah. I think he's just a short man or something." "That'd explain it."

The whispers only continue to get worse as they focus on his stubble. Clenching his jaw, he steps back from the crowd to try and find his brother, wanting to leave. He wouldn't force Fíli to leave, but the least he could do is let his brother know that he'll be headed home. When scanning the crowd, a gorgeous woman catches his eye. She stands with two other woman as a few men try to flirt with them. Shaking his head lightly, he believes that he has no chance as the comments of his facial hair continue around him. Soon, he spots his brother, just past the beautiful woman and her friends. Taking a deep breath, he stands tall before he starts making his way through the crowd to his brother.

"There's that dwarf we were telling you about." "Yeah, the one without a beard. Can you believe that?" "A dwarf without a beard? It sounds like a fairy tale, right?"

Kíli's self-esteem only continues to fall as he passes the woman and her supposed friends.

"That's him? Right there?"

She questions, looking down at the dwarf who freezes in place once their eyes meet. Kíli is partially shocked that she'd taken notice of him and wishes to know what's going on behind those dazzling eyes of hers. He'd never seen someone so beautiful with such an angelic voice. Blinking rapidly for a moment to shake herself from her stupor, she sends him a smile and holds up a finger, silently telling him that she'd only be a moment. She turns on her heel with crossed arms and though he can't see her expression, he can tell that she's upset.

"You two should be ashamed of yourselves! Speaking so rudely about a man you don't even know? I'd love to stoop to your level, but frankly, I'd rather spend my time with someone more meaningful."

Turning back around, he watches as she gracefully makes her way to him, still shocked that she had noticed him of all people in a crowd as large as this.

"I'm terribly sorry for them and, well, everyone else. They shouldn't be speaking ill of someone without talking to them first. My name is [Name]." "Kíli. My name is Kíli."

For the first time, he's at a loss for words as he can't even think of a witty comment. In a sea of insults, she had come to rescue him.

"Kíli? It suits you. A handsome name for an even more handsome dwarf."

His cheeks flush an obvious red, causing her to laugh lightly, but not condescendingly. In fact, he’d love to hear it again as it sounds heavenly, like a harp’s strings being plucked perfectly or a fiddle being played flawlessly.

“Is it safe to assume you’ve come on your own? No dwarrowdam I have to worry about?” “No, no, I came here with my brother. I’ve no lady.” “Well, that surely is a relief!” “Why is it a relie-”

Before he can finish his question, she’s gently grabbed his handle and has begun pulling him towards the music where people dance freely. She makes sure that her grip on his hand is loose enough so he can easily pull away if he doesn’t wish to dance with her, though he makes no effort to stop her. Instead, he moves quick enough to walk beside her, flashing her a bright grin despite his cheeks still being tinged red. The night continues on joyously for the black-haired dwarf as [Name] never leaves his side, happily dancing, drinking, and talking with him. Once the celebration has calmed down and most people have gone home, the two must say their goodbyes. They stand together, holding each other’s hands as if they wish they didn’t have to part.

“I believe this has been one of the best nights of my life thanks to you.” “I’m glad to hear that.”

Silence falls around them as they simply stare into one another’s eyes, taking this time to further memorize each other so that they’ll never forget.

“Will I see you again?” “You will. I promise.” “I’ll hold you to that. As much as I hate it, you should go before your brother becomes impatient.”

Releasing her hands, Kíli turns to join his brother in their walk home, but is quickly stopped as he’s spun back towards her. He can feel a sudden pressure on his lips and it takes him a moment to comprehend exactly what’s happening. Closing his eyes, he leans into the kiss as her hands gently cup his cheeks and his own find purchase on her hips, pulling her closer. Though they part, their noses still gently touch.

“Take care, handsome dwarf.”

With a final peck on his lips, she leaves him with a smile, waving one last time as she rounds a corner, leaving Fíli to deal with his flustered and starstruck brother.

[routeweek]

Route Week Day 7: Just Some Headcanon’s

I wrote some headcanon’s for each route! 

Reko/Kanna Lives

- While Sara was in the Room Of Rubble with Shin’s body, Reko was quick to hug Kanna and reassure her that she isn’t a burden. She held the young girl until Sara returned. 

- In his final moments, Shin took a lot of comfort in the fact that Reko would be there to look after Reko. He knew she’d be safe with her. 

- Kanna is used to sharing a room with Shin. With him gone, Reko decides to share a room with Kanna to keep up the routine. 

- Sometimes, Sara passes by Reko and Kanna and just smiles. She’s truly happy that they are okay, and that her allies are still with her. 

- After they escape the death game, Reko often goes with Kanna to the graveyard. She’s a great source of comfort for the girl who’s mourning, and she always appreciates Kanna laying flowers down for Alice.

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Massacre Ending 

- Sara spends months after the death game basically unresponsive. Nao take’s care of Sara like she promised, but she can’t help but be a bit resentful that no one is there to offer her emotional support. 

- The two girls go back and forth between being super dependent on each other, and not being able to stand each other. It’s day by day, and that leads to an unstable environment. 

- Nao doesn’t regret what happened. She wishes that things could have gone down differently, but she’s glad to be alive. Sara on the other hand would likely take it back. The guilt is a lot for her to handle, and she thinks about the people she killed everyday. 

- Nao paints a portrait of everyone who died. All of them are doing something that would make them happy. Joe and Gin are playing tag. Keiji and Q-Taro share a drink. Shin and Kanna read a book together. Reko and Alice play the bongos. Kai cooks, and her dear professor Mishima waits to eat his creation. 

- Nao and Sara go their separate ways eventually. They have some contact, but it’s too much to see each other all the time. For them to move on, they had to let each other and their last remnant of the death game go. They hope the group wouldn’t be disappointed in them.

Alice/Shin Lives

- Alice saying “I couldn’t vote for anyone’s little sister.” lives in Shin’s mind. He really does consider Alice to be a good person, and has no ill will for him despite everything.

- Shin has a newfound sympathy for Alice as well. He knows exactly what he’s feeling now, and honestly applauds him for holding it together so well.

- After checking on Sara, Alice snuck away from the group to find Shin. He was the only one to speak to him the night Kanna died, and he apologized for the pain Shin was feeling. Alice knows the grief well, and decided to sit with Shin until dawn so he wasn’t alone.

- Alice calls Shin “Shin” in his head instead of “Sou”. He can’t group those men into being the same person.

- Keiji thought of handcuffing Shin to Alice to keep him contained. Alice shut that thought down though.

Alice/Kanna Lives

- After the death game, Kanna calls Alice “My big brother”. It make’s Alice over the moon every time. 

- Alice makes a silent promise to himself that he’ll watch over Kanna in Shin’s place. He would want someone to look out for Reko if the tables were turned. 

- Kanna once called Alice “Shin” by accident. They both froze, and Kanna apologized. Alice didn’t really know what to say, so he just kept quiet. However he thinks about that interaction quite often. 

- Alice see’s a part of Reko in Kanna. Specifically that kinder side that he didn’t get to know long. He see’s Kanna as a second chance in a way, and he’d do a lot to protect her. 

- Alice often hangs around as Kanna’s babysitter after the death game. He watches her whenever her parents are out, or she just needs a friend. Even though Kanna’s at an age where she could be alone, she values Alice's company so much that she never says anything.

Reko/Shin Lives

- Reko was the first to find Sara passed out in the room of rubble. She was actually looking for Shin to check on him. As much as he hates the guy, losing a sibling isn’t easy. However all of those sympathetic feelings went out the window when seeing the evil Joe AI. 

- While Reko feels terrible for Shin, she’s also willing to fight him at any moment. She wonders if he’ll try to strike against the others for revenge, and if that happened she would stop it. 

- Reko hears Shin scream one night. She knows that he had a nightmare about Kanna, and debate’s calming him down. She almost knocks on his door, but Alice’s loner nature stops her. While growing up, Alice always needed to be alone when he was having a rough day. She assumes that Shin may very well be the same. 

- Despite their complicated dynamic, Reko genuinely wants Shin to get out of the death game. If Kanna died for him, it at least needs to be worth it. 

- Shin sometimes thinks of talking to Reko about Kanna. He knows that they both share good memories of her, and wishes they could talk about them. However, he knows they aren’t very close, and therefore never brings it up. Though Reko would’ve liked to talk about her.

[anne-i-write]

moriarty the patriot headcannons pt. 1

| requested by anon: Can you write about all male characters in moriarty has a same look of their  children and hpw many children they want? |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader; sebastian x reader; fred x reader

word count: 2397

pt. 2: 221b boys

a/n: I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT WRITE THIS EARLIER IM SO SORRY THIS REQUEST HAS LITERALLY BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

william: 487 words

with his whole plan to clean the world of the filthy nobles, william never really stopped to think about having children

well, until he met you

you both were in town one day and he saw you fondly watching a child speak with her mother

“i think two children would be nice”

“i didn’t even ask”

“i know, but the look you gave that mother was telling enough”

n e ways he is a simp and he did eventually give you what you wanted

fast forward a few years, you have two children: a boy and a girl

and they look exactly like their father

like,, it lowkey pains you how much they physically take after their father

you wanted to be like “oh they have your personality, but they look just like me!”

no

granted, your son took after you in an emotional sense but your daughter was a daddy’s girl through and through

like she looks like him, she acts like him, speaks like him, she even EATS like him

ok but the men w your children

fred is a freaking sweetheart ok

like he’ll watch over the kids when no one has the time and they love him too so they’ll help out in the garden which you are SO thankful for

tbh they only like uncle albert bc he brings them lil trinkets from when he gets back from london LMAO

louis doesn’t show it, but he absolutely adores your children and makes extra snacks for them at tea time

you caught onto this at one point bc for some REASON your kids would not stop bouncing off of the walls before bed and they told you uncle louis gave them chocolate

and sebastian loves messing w your kids bc,,, sebastian

but he accidentally made your son cry ONCE and he was at the mercy of every adult in the moriarty estate including the boy’s younger sister

needless to say, he watched his actions and words around your children after that

now, william

i’m just gonna say this straight out: most of the men never really thought about having kids (save john and albert)

but when you finally had kids, william had a different outlook on life

like fr,, this man works overtime now trying to get rid of the filth that is called nobles

he doesn’t want his kids to be raised in a world where just because you have more money than another means you get to look down on them

you still instill in them those good morals ofc

he also tries to be very present in their lives since he and his brother were raised as orphans

when he was younger, he didn’t mind it all much

but now that he had this small family and a brighter future, he did everything in his power to make sure they’re happy and grow up in a cleaner and kinder world

louis: 320 words

it took you a week to get him to at LEAST humor you

“if you could, how many kids do you want?”

“none”

like, this guy is so dedicated to his brother and his cause it is a WONDER you somehow wormed your way into his heart

but you did and honestly, the brothers are actually very happy that you’re with them

william especially

louis rarely emotes but when you came into their lives, you got louis pissed at one point and everyone was like,,,, wtf?? he has emotions???

anyways, his answer is one kid LMAO

and when you get that one kid, he looks just like louis

yall already KNOW that he’s ready to die for that child as soon as louis holds him in his arms

the only kid sebastian wouldnt even try to mess with

he can deal with william’s albert’s or fred’s kids but louis lowkey intimidates him so he’s as nice as he can be

that being said, louis teaches his kid how to properly handle stuff around the house

you want to cry bc ur son is just so??? the little kid just loves helping out no matter how small the task and he’s just so cute it hurts

even sebastian’s kinda like,, “aight he’s the only kid i will tolerate”

louis grew up with only his brothers so he also wants to give his son a shot at a normal family

is actually aware at how he thinks he’s indispensable for william’s cause and he doesn’t want his son to end up like him

he also teaches his son some badass fighting moves

oh and louis smiles a lot more too

cried bc his son saw the scar he got on his cheek, rubbed some dirt on his lil face and said “i have daddy’s cool scar now”

all in all his son is the best thing to happen to all of you

albert: 505 words

same as louis in the fact that it takes him a week to answer

“you know you haven’t even answered my question”

“i’m sorry, what did you say?”

“how many kids do you want?”

genuinely takes time to ponder that question

he hadn’t thought of that since his family adopted william and louis

but with you?

“i think two darling girls who take after their mother is enough for me”

pls he’d be so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

you two end up having a girl and a boy, who look just like their father

and tbh, you’re not even mad

you love them so much so when albert comes back north, the three of you are ecstatic

the happiness was short lived for albert tho

he found his son spending time with william and there’s nothing bad right????

“where’s your sister?”

“she’s with mr. moran”

his heart DROPPED

out of all the people in the manor

HIM

he sees the two running around the garden

it all happened as soon as albert’s daughter went up to sebastian and said “you’re very pretty! you’re my knight now!”

he decided to “adopt” the little girl and now he’s lowkey whipped

you found albert staring at sebastian playing with his daughter and updated him about everything going on

“but him??”

“he’s just a big softie for her let it go”

isn’t really surprised when he finds out they can fight a little

actually glad that they can hold their own, God forbid anything happens to them

otherwise mi6 has to deal w family matters lmao

“albert, she only tripped”

“you shouldve seen the fear in her eyes as she fell”

“IT WAS A STRAY COBBLESTONE”

would raise hell if anyone even THOUGHT ill of his kids

william and louis are the doting uncles

william more so than louis bc your kids have never seen louis smile

now they’re on a mission to make uncle louis smile

louis was on child duty one day and they managed to slip away

omyGOD he was stressed but also,, extremely worried

so when he found them he had the most genuine smile on his face

your daughter was like (・∀・)

she loves uncle louis

ofc your son adores his dad like,,, who else wouldn't feel awesome at the age of 10 if you found out your dad was a high ranking general

feels superior to sebastian bc of his dad

lmao this 4’5 kid thinks he can rule sebastian for some odd reason

the house is always dirty bc him and sebastian always prank each other

your daughter is trying to catch a butterfly but she can’t so fred helps

instantly loves fred

“is that what heartbreak is”

“i guess that’s what happens when you try to get close to my kids colonel”

albert is kind of afraid of turning into his dad but he has you and everyone else to remind him that: no you are not your father, you are so much better than him

loves your family with his entire being

sebastian: 844 words

“i see you looking at those kids and the answer is none”

lmao you’ll get so pouty around him bc you want kids dammit

that and he spoils you to no end so that's why you’re pouty lol

“fine we’ll only do one kid and bc one kid is all i can tolerate”

bruh

this man gives you three in four years LMFAO

two boys a year apart and a girl in the fourth year

you wanted to smack sebastian

when the two boys grew up, it was obvious they were already taking after their father in the physical sense

it was terrifying

they genuinely look like mini sebastians and you know everyone in the manor is afraid that you two birthed satan

and the satan was your eldest one

he’s just a feral sebastian moran in a tiny body

your second son, god bless him, looked just like his father but with fred’s temperament

and see, you were fine with your sons looking like their father

it was FINE right

you prayed to God that your third child would have at least some physical resemblance to you

your daughter was birthed, she grew up

and you cried

“HOW DO THEY ALL LOOK LIKE YOU”

“i’ve got some strong genetics, baby”

you sulk for a lil bit

but you accept it anyway because you love your goddamn kids

thankfully, your second and youngest child are both soft spoken and it's only your husband and his tiny clone bringing hell to earth

smacking sebastian bc all of your children suddenly started swearing up a storm at each other

“WHYD YOU HIT ME”

“YOURE THE ONLY ONE WHO SWEARS AROUND THE KIDS”

finally sitting down and trying to convince them to stop swearing

“father does it!”

“your father’s stupid”

speaking of your daughter

she’s his little princess and no he will not take criticism

spoils her more than he spoils you

did she glance at a toy at a passing store?

he buys more toys than he should from said store

you have to physically hide some of his money bc there is only so much you can buy

and her older brothers are so caring you want to sob

if a person accidentally shoved her over bc she was tiny and they couldn’t see her

oh boy

get ready to restrain them like chihuahuas

“little sister will be protected at all costs”

since his second son is so different from him, sebastian actively makes time to talk about what the little boy is doing and what he’s getting from it

doesn’t want to be pushy and suffocating like his dad was so when his younger kid does want to be left alone to his devices, sebastian does so

but honestly loves that your second son is so literate

lddhsajdsfk what yall dont know is that they’re all in cahoots

kinda funny to see them all together bc they all take after their father so much it's like having three tiny sebastians go around town

anyways,,,, yall know the promised neverland right

you got ray, norman, and emma

granted one of them wasn’t as smart as ray but he definitely knew what stealth was

regular sibling rivalry was still a thing but if they could smell the pudding from the kitchen, they know they have to work together

sebastian caught his eldest smuggling biscuits into a small bag

he had half a mind to scold him

but then he ended up giving tips TO ALL HIS CHILDREN on how not to get caught next time—

bc of this they beg him to tell them some stories from afghanistan bc “there’s no way a man as old as dad knows this many stealth tactics”

louis is so fed up lmao

albert is in london most of the time so he just thanks the lord that he doesn’t have to deal w the propaganda that sebastian feeds his children about how “mr. albert is a bad man”

william is fine w it as long as they don’t trash the library

your younger ones love the library so they would cry at the thought of one of the books losing any of the pages

your second and your daughter are definitely the moriartys’ favorites

they don’t show it, but you just KNOW

your eldest could care less about that though

as long as you and his father still love him

and of course you both do

and fred is definitely your youngers favorite

they like to hang out in the garden

ok they still fight all the time though

just because your second child is soft spoken doesn't mean he’s afraid to throw hands

their sister likes to join in for the hell of it

but if someone wrongs any of the children

just because the younger ones are the moriartys’ favorite, doesn’t mean that they’re not gonna hunt someone down if they even think about trying to hurt the eldest too

yeah,,, good luck to them and their families

they got the entire moriarty estate coming after them

fred: 241 words

cmon yall are like,, young

but you did ask him bc you were curious if he thought about it

he wants one

and when yall do have the kid, you guys actually do have one kid and its a girl

since you both are young, you can immediately see a resemblance between her and her father

everyone who meets her would die for her

ABSOLUTE CUTIE

especially when she walks around the garden w her hand in her dad’s and he’s showing her all the plants and telling her how to take care of them

needless to say she grows up loving plants

any type of plant

the boys love giving her flowers or anything from bc she has the biggest smile every single time

no matter if it’s just a single rose or a rock

this was found out one time when sebastian gave her a rock bc everyone else had given her like,, two roses each

was afraid she was gonna cry

“thank you so much mr. moran! i will treasure this until i get old!”

she was like 4 at the time

and had the widest smile you’ve ever seen on her

guys u don’t understand she smiles a lot but this was like,, genuine happiness

but everyone was just,, i will destroy the world and myself if anything happens to her

fr it’s just sunshines and rainbows every single time she’s around

everyone just loves her ok

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