#unfortunately even in the wig he is perfection

[rileyslibrary]

Ghost is forced to dress up as Santa for the day and talk to kids.

You’re ordered to tag along as his Elf and do some damage control if necessary.

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You lean against his armchair, watching the chaos in front of you. Children are crying, tugging at their parents’ clothes, shouting both in excitement and fear, all while looking at you. A young boy keeps waving at your lieutenant, desperate to get his attention, but Ghost is too preoccupied with coming to terms with his new reality to notice.

You return his wave with a smile.

“Try to stay still, Santa,” you remind Ghost as you nod towards the boy. “Kids are watching.”

He snaps back into focus and redirects his attention to the queue. He stretches one last time, pushing on the armrests, before settling into the chair.

“Try not to tell me what to do,” he murmurs and waves back at the child.

You straighten up and tweak your green hat, triggering the bell at its tip to jiggle in your ear. You feel for him; you really do. He’s not supposed to be here; he’s not built for this. Unfortunately—for him or the kids, you haven’t decided yet—the “real” Santa broke his hip at the last minute, and your military base stepped in to provide a new Santa for the local community.

And what better replacement than Ghost, you may ask? Well, literally anybody else.

Dressed in a red costume with white faux fur trim, the lieutenant looks nothing like the man you experienced on the battlefield. His shoulders threaten to rip through the rented outfit, and the seams at the back hold onto each other for dear life. Since his belly wasn’t big enough to simulate Santa’s, you asked him to stuff a pillow under his uniform. Surprisingly, Ghost complied almost instantly, leaving you to wonder if he was using the pillow as Kevlar, a barrier between him and the kids or if he was secretly enjoying this.

You also convinced him to ditch the balaclava for the time being since he would now have plenty of props to conceal his face—a wig, a long beard, glasses, and a red hat with a white pom-pom, to be exact. Additionally, you attempted to trick him into applying some blush on his cheeks, but he side-eyed you and told you to ‘be careful now’—ironic for a man who paints his face daily.

You rub your temples, trying to keep calm amid the chaos of the mall as you prepare for what’s about to happen during the next few hours. You have no idea why Price chose him to be Santa, but you didn’t question it either. Ghost seems to be the least qualified for the job out of everyone in the base. It feels like a last resort, so to speak—a ‘that’s all we have left in the store’ solution.

On the other hand, you know precisely why the captain chose you to accompany him. “To monitor the situation,” he said—“To make sure we don’t get sued,” you heard. And, under normal circumstances, you’d be happy to tag along with Ghost—be it on patrol, on missions, or even transporting confidential documents. But in this situation? Acting as a troubleshooter rather than a teammate? You’d rather be anywhere else than here, with anybody else than him.

You take another look at him while he sits on the chair. He’s tugging at the uniform, scratching his head, and instinctively pulling the beard to his nose.

“Stop doing that,” you whisper. “It’s a beard, not a balaclava.”

“Price would have been perfect for the job, for fucks sake,” he spits. “He has the fucking moustache for starters.”

“Stop with the ‘fucks’ and the ‘fucking’ Ghost; you’re about to talk to kids! And, as for the captain, he said he couldn’t do it.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, lifting his hands from the armrests. “And what makes him think that I can?”

“I wish I knew, to be honest, but we don’t have time to go through this again,” you murmur, looking at your watch one last time. You approach the barrier, unclip the rope from the stanchion, and turn over your shoulder.

“Operation ‘Santa’ begins now,” you declare. “Ready?”

“Do I have a choice?” He replies, shrugging, and gestures for you to proceed.

And so it begins. Your first ‘customer’ arrives, and many more follow. You guide one family at a time into the enclosure and escort them to Ghost, who handles the rest. Some children are hesitant, peeking out from behind their parents’ legs, while others are much more direct with their intentions as they scream in horror at the sight of him.

On the other hand, Ghost is neither your typical jolly Santa nor the irritated lieutenant you’d expect. He appears to be... understanding. He reassures parents that it’s okay and there’s no need to force their children onto his lap if they feel uncomfortable. He initiates conversations with the kids from a respectful distance. He smiles with his eyes and hunches his shoulders to appear less imposing. Sometimes, he lures the shy ones into a handshake, a fist pump, or a high five by lowering his gloved hand to their level.

And then there are those other types of kids: the curious ones, the social butterflies. The ones who look forward to sitting on Ghost’s lap, diving into full-blown conversations with him. That’s when you stiffen up and switch into damage-control mode to ensure he won’t lash out at them. You begin hovering above them, listening, jumping into their conversations and sometimes interrupting Ghost and replying to the kids instead of him.

You would have thought he’d be grateful to have you managing the situation. Ghost, however, seems more irritated by you than by the little girl who’s currently playing with the pom-pom on his hat.

“Oi, Elf!” he says calmly, yet visibly annoyed. “Emma and I are chatting about how she spilt tomato juice on her Elsa costume and wants a new one for Christmas. Could you please falala off and go wrap some presents?”

“B-but I need to know because I’ll be sewing it for her,” you reply, smiling at the little girl. “Isn’t that right, Emma?”

And, although Emma nods her head, more out of necessity than agreement, you get his point. He’s doing surprisingly well with those kids, even without you. Actually, he’s doing remarkably well, especially without you.

More kids come and go, and Ghost slowly adapts to his new persona. He starts making bets with you, predicting which kids in the queue might ask for a PlayStation or an iPad and even speculating who might wipe snot on his costume. You, in response, adopt a more laid-back approach and let him do his thing. After each child’s visit, Ghost turns towards you, whispering in your ear about their Christmas wishes, as if he’s indeed Santa, and keeps logs.

“My man wants a full-sized car wheel,” Ghost murmurs as the young boy leaps off his lap, “can you believe him?”

“What did you say to him?” You ask, stifling a laugh.

“I told him I’ll get it for him,” he shrugs. “What else should I do?”

“Alright, but what did you really want to tell him?”

“That his dad already has four of them screwed in his car.”

As the day winds down, and the final announcement for the day echoes through the speakers, parents and children walk past you and towards the exit. They wave at Ghost and occasionally at you. The parking lot empties, the stores shut their doors until tomorrow, and the holiday lights that decorate the inside of the mall switch off one by one.

You stretch your back and tap on his shoulder, signalling that both of you should pack up and return to the base.

“Nuh-uh,” he says, grasping your wrist with one hand and tapping his thigh with the other. “You didn’t tell me what you want for Christmas.”

You’re exhausted but still manage to smile as you comply with his request. You sit on his lap, and he leans back to take a better look at you.

“Let’s think about it another way,” you say. “What would you, as Santa, give me for Christmas?”

“Coal,” he replies. “And a muzzle, so you don’t interrupt me while I’m talking. What was that all about?”

“Was afraid you’d say something bad,” you explain. “But you were pretty good with those kids.”

He shakes his head and plays with the fur trim on his sleeve. “Nah,” he murmurs. “I’d never say something bad to a kid.”

“Speaking of bad and coal,” you say, combing his fake beard, “you never asked the typical ‘have you been a good kid’ to any of them.”

“There’s no bad kid in the world, love,” he whispers. “All kids are good, even the naughty ones.”

You smile at him, but he doesn’t look back at you. He’s examining his uniform as if trying to find something else to discuss. He finds some crumbs a kid left on his suit and brushes them off.

“Ready to head back to the base, Lieutenant?” You ask, tapping his thigh before standing up. You extend your hand to him, and he gladly accepts it, helping him rise from the chair he’s been sitting in all day. You begin walking towards the exit, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You reciprocate by hugging his waist.

You walk up to the parked military vehicle that brought you here earlier, still discussing the day. He opens the door but pauses and turns to look at you.

“Resilience,” he declares. “That’s what I would gift you for Christmas.”

“Why?” You ask, turning to look at him. “You think I need it?”

“We all do,” he replies softly, just like when he used to talk to those kids. “Since I can’t protect you from every obstacle life throws your way, I might as well give you the ability to recover from them.”

“That would make me very happy, Lieutenant.” You say, smiling.

He smiles back at you and reaches for your hat to fix it better on your head. His hand moves to your forehead, and he tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

“It’s Santa to you.” He replies.

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A/N: Bruh, I was so tempted to make the reader pull off a Mariah Carey and say, “All I want for Christmas is you,” when Ghost asked what they wanted, but my gag reflexes kicked in every time, and I was cringing galore.

So, there you go: resilience. That’s what I would like to gift you as well. I wish I could shield you from whatever has troubled you in the past or is currently doing so. To protect you from future worries and make everything ‘falala off’. Unfortunately, I can’t do that, neither for you nor for myself.

But this is why comfort characters and stories exist—so we can imagine, when no one is there for us, that someone actually is.

Just like Santa. Just like Ghost.

[anniebeemine]

barbershop- s.r x fem!reader

@spencerreidsreads and I were cracking up over videos of kids giving themselves haircuts, and thus, this was born

warnings: wife!reader, that's it

Spencer held the scissors, beginning with one angle before drawing back. He switched hands, sighing as he stared at his daughter.

“What did we learn today?” He asked gently, unsure of how he was going to break the news to his wife.

Jenna grinned. “I’m good at haircuts.”

“Uh,” Spencer started, “no, Jen Jen. You left your brother looking like a cantaloupe.”

Jenna pouted, her little hands on her hips, clearly offended by her dad’s assessment. “But Daddy, I cut around his ears just like you told me!” she argued, her voice filled with righteous confidence.

Spencer ran a hand through his hair, stifling a chuckle as he glanced over at his son, who was happily playing with his blocks, blissfully unaware of his new, uneven ‘haircut.’ Little tufts stuck out at odd angles, with one side suspiciously shorter than the other—a true masterpiece of sibling creativity. He couldn’t help but smile at the attempt at bangs she’d done on herself, one side far too short for even a baby bang.

“Now, I don’t know what to do about your hair,” he sighed.

Jenna tilted her head, her face scrunched in thought. "Maybe… you can just glue it back on?"

Spencer chuckled, ruffling the remaining uneven strands on her head. “Unfortunately, hair glue isn’t really a thing, sweetheart.” He pondered a children's wig, at least for a few weeks.

She sighed dramatically, folding her arms. “But Daddy, I was just trying to look pretty like Mommy.”

His heart softened. “You’re pretty just like yourself, Jenna. Just like how Tony was pretty before I had to shave his head.”

Jenna's eyes widened. "You’re gonna shave my head?" She gripped the hair she had left. "I don't want to be bald."

Spencer laughed softly, shaking his head. “No, no. Your hair can be saved… mostly.” He picked up a comb and began gently untangling the small knots she’d managed to create in her ambitious attempt at styling. “But next time, let’s leave the scissors to me, okay?”

She nodded solemnly, watching him in the mirror. “Promise.”

As he trimmed away the choppy edges, Spencer couldn’t help but smile. “You know, you and Tony are perfect just as you are. No haircuts needed.”

Jenna grinned at him, gap-toothed and proud. “Maybe I’ll be a hair cutter like you, Daddy.”

Spencer chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “Let’s aim for FBI agent first, okay?”

Spencer carefully snipped away at Jenna’s uneven locks, doing his best to make the cut look intentional. Each snip was met with Jenna’s wide-eyed curiosity as she sat perfectly still, watching his every move in the mirror. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as he noticed just how much shorter one side was—she’d really gone for it.

“There,” he murmured after a few more trims, standing back to admire his work. “Not too bad. You almost look like Mommy with this style.”

Jenna beamed, her little hands patting down the now-even bob. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

Spencer grinned, nodding. He heard the front door slam, making his heart race just like it always did when you came home, but this time it was laced with a tiny bit of dread. “She’ll love it. And when she asks who did it, just say it was a very special, one-of-a-kind stylist.”

Jenna giggled, reaching up to squeeze his hand. “Thanks, Daddy.“

“You’re welcome, baby.” He kissed her forehead again, pulling away to dust off the hair from her shoulders. “Now, we just have to wait for mo-“

“Spencer!” You called, drawing out the final letter. “Please tell me this is your hair and not the kids’!”

Spencer froze, glancing at the pile of trimmings around his feet. He quickly exchanged a look with Jenna, who was now stifling her giggles with both hands.

He cleared his throat, forcing a calm smile. “Well, technically... it’s a mix of both,” he admitted, brushing the last few stray hairs off Jenna’s shoulders.

You appeared in the doorway, eyes widening as you took in the sight of Jenna’s new, uneven bob and Tony’s half-shaven head where he sat happily, completely oblivious.

“Oh, Spencer…” you sighed, covering your mouth as you fought a smile.

Spencer gave an apologetic shrug. “In my defense, I was trying to save Tony from looking like a cantaloupe and Jenna from her newfound career as a hairdresser.”

Jenna tugged on your sleeve. “Mommy, I wanted to look pretty like you!” she announced proudly, showing off her new haircut. She twirled, fluffing her locks lightly.

You softened, crouching down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Well, I think you look beautiful, my little stylist.” You glanced up at Spencer with a smirk. “And next time, maybe you and Daddy can open your own salon.”

Spencer laughed, holding up his hands. “I think I’ll stick to profiling.” He looked at Jenna again. “It’s not too bad.”

You patted his chest. “I’ll make an appointment tomorrow.” You plucked Tony from the floor, grinning as he nuzzled into your neck. “And push back family pictures for a few months. Again.”

[romanestuffsposts]

What if the reader gets to close to the pool and accidentally falls in? 🥺

Hi there love!

Well, let’s see..

*****

Warnings : scared, accident, little reader falls in the pool, comfort, kisses, pet names,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : a sunny day with an open pool don’t make good friend sometimes

*****

You had a long winter. Usually you love the snow and winter in general but this year it was long, you need your winter but you need your summer too.

Today is the first day where the sun peer his nose and you couldn’t wait any longer. You instantly went outside to play after a good layer of sunscreen.

You daddies of course had an eye on you but they had to do things too. The sun wasn’t planned on the schedule but they couldn’t keep you inside anymore so they had to reschedule the day. But that’s totally okay with them.

When one is busy doing what was planned the other is looking at you and playing with you sometimes. But when your Papa heard something falling inside the house and your Daddy cursing afterwards, he decides to go check on him. He lets you alone after a kiss on your forehead and after telling you that he’ll be back soon.

You keep playing with the ball in the meantime but unfortunately you send him too far away and he ends up in the pool. Your Daddies removed the pool cover this morning so the ball wasn’t stopped by that, it dive immediately into the water.

You sigh and walk toward the pool, you kneel down and try to reach it. Of course your arms are too short so you look around you to find something that could help you but sadly couldn’t find anything. So you decide to try one more time and if you can’t reach it then you’ll wait for your Papa.

Only this time is one too many..

You touched the ball with he tip of your fingers so you bend over a little bit more and fall into the water. You gasp as you fall and immediately try to yell.

When your Daddies heard you yelling outside they immediately let down what they were doing to run toward you. It’s your Daddy who’s the first to spot you in the water and doesn’t hesitate to dive in the cold liquid.

‘’Oh my god!’’ Steve yells just as Bucky jump in the pool. Fear immediately run in their veins at the first yell they heard until they’re sure you’re totally fine. And even after that they’ll still feel that feeling under their skin for some times.

Your Daddy wraps his arms around you and pulls you up, you immediately take a hold around his neck and cough your lungs out. ‘’You’re okay my love, I’m here, hold onto me baby I’m getting you out’’ he whispers in your ear before dropping a sweet kiss on your temple.

Your Papa reaches for you and lift you up to help your Daddy ‘’my sweet girl’’ he breathes out and hugs you so close you can’t breath anymore. ‘’Are you okay, princess ?’’ Your Papa asks just as your Daddy walks to you. You sniff and nod

‘’What did you do near the pool baby ?’’ Your Daddy asks, not in a harsh way because even tho you knew you couldn’t be near the pool alone he knows that what you just lived is a good lesson.

‘’ ‘m ball’’ you mumble after resting your face on your Papa’s chest. You cross your ankles around his waist and point at your ball that is still in the pool.

Your Papa sighs and brushes your hair behind your ear ‘’you know you need to wait for us baby. We don’t do that to annoying you but to protect you. Do you understand ?’’

You nod and snuggle closer to him ‘I sorry’’

‘’It’s okay, little one. What matter is that you’re safe but we need to know that you understood what happened here and why we’re so strict with you about our safety rules’’ your Daddy softly says, his knuckles stroking your cheek

You nod your head ‘’yes i undestand’’

‘’Perfect’’ he kisses your forehead ‘’we go back inside ?’’ He assumes after what happened you would be tired or scared to leave their arms maybe but it’s the total opposite

‘’But the sun is still here daddy’’ you explain as you point at the sky. You wiggle away from your Papa arms and looks at them ‘’can i have my ball pease ?’’

They both chuckle and your Daddy strokes your hair ‘’I’ll get it for you’’

You smile when you see both of them are staying outside to play with you. They won’t let you out of their sight for a long time and they want to be ready to take you back inside if you get too tired because of your little accident earlier.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! I read your "Third Enoshima" works, and I've gotta say that I absolutely loved them! If it isn't much trouble, would you mind writing something with a Third Enoshima!Reader who is constantly comparing themselves with their sisters?

They're still going agaisnt their plain of causing despair of course, but they can't help but feel a bit insecure of not having such a fit and strong figure like Mukuro or how they don't even get close to having such a nice and clear skin like Junko as they wash their face with a bar of handsoap. They refuse to join dinners and constantly push themselves to the extreme to try and please the other student, it goes from simple, yet harmful, things like wearing clothes they are clearly uncomfortable wearing to doing some heavy physical training without having eating anything since they woke up. Is it detrimental to their health? Yes! Will they stop? ...probably not...definitely not.

I wonder how their classmates or even their sisters would react or what comments they'd make towards Reader's behavior! (If they don't already have their ears ringing by the end of Ishimaru's lecture, lol.

(Sorry if this is written badly, English is not my first language!)

Comparison  | Yandere Danganronpa with Third Enoshima Reader

It’s a phase that usually comes when you’re a preteen

But it’s not hard if it stretches further

They both are so amazing – despair aside

They’re able to excel in their alternative ultimates just fine

Using their skills to further their agenda

All while still having the time to dote on you

It’s easy to compare 

Is it because they are insane that they’re so talented

Or is it just the genes you happened to miss out on

Whatever it is it haunts you and it’ll eventually slip out

Whether with a snide comment or a nervous questioning

They notice awfully quick

“Dawww Baby-bird wants to be just like us! Then quit yer whining and follow me!”

Junko sees it as a compliment and an invitation to put you in despairing situations

Of course, you may not know your life isn’t in danger with her but she’ll let you believe it

Constantly goading you to be like her

She’ll dress you like her, get a wig if she has to 

Before Mukuro pulls you away seeing that this isn’t working 

“(Y/n) you are perfect in your special way! If you’d like to do what I do I’d be happy to teach you!”

Taking you to shooting ranges and destroying you in paintball or airsoft

Just shows the distance between you two even better

She’ll try and get you to try wielding more simple weapons

Dazzling you with her speedy knife skills

Unfortunately though, instead of cheering you on she ends up just gushing over you

“Aaa~you look so cute with your little bulletproof vest. M-maybe I should have you wear my helmet~!”

“Mukuro I don’t think this is–”

“J-j-just a few more pictures! Aaa~ I can’t wait to wear this after you.”

They aren’t much help in the end 

Both just letting you slink off 

Your sisters aren’t exactly emotionally available enough to coach you through it 

But there are…some intentions

If it lasts all the way until you get your ‘tailored’ classes at Hope’s Peak 

there are very few who actually notice what you mean when you vaguely comment about what you’re missing

 “(Y/n) you seem to be especially hurt about your features, why is that?”

Celestia won’t beat around the bush

She wants to know who put this silly notion in your head

She needs to know if she needs to kill them

Knowing it’s your sisters makes her hesitate

You’d be upset about it right

But she’s going to bluntly tell you what your strengths because clearly your too dumb to see it 

“I’m going to list all your admirable traits clearly. So listen closely.” 

Nekomaru oddly enough pays enough attention to you and works his hardest to understand what those comments you make are all about

“IF YOU WANT TO GET THOSE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE WE’RE GOING TO GET THOSE THINGS YOU HEAR ME!”

“What are you talking about!”

His goal is to coach you on the areas you feel like you are lacking

Even if he doesn’t know about that particular area

So he takes the extra time he’s forced+ into spend with you to praise you for the little things.

“YEAH!!!!THAT SEEMED LIKE A SUCCESSFUL NUMBER 2 ONLY YOU COULD PULL OFF!”

“Nekomaru! I went number 1 and it’s not that big a deal!”

“YEAH IT IS! IT’S BECAUSE YOU DID IT! BECAUSE YOUR THE BEST HUMAN IN THE WOOOORLD!”

He honestly has no other idea how to get across his affection

Not without ruining his image as the ultimate team manager

He also invites you to train with him and Akane if only to see you use your cute muscles in person

And to find your weaknesses so he can be your savior

Despite his boisterous persona his encouragement and praise is honestly kind of helpful

Someone else who’s really helpful is someone who relates

“(Y/n)...for a long time I’ve pretended to be someone I’m not. Settling to just compare myself to the people I wish I could be. But now I’ve changed and I’ve decided to work on making myself more like them in my own way! I-if you want w-w-we can do it together? The….training I mean….yeah.”

Chihiro knows the feeling and if you take him up on his offer he’s thrilled

More time to plant new tracking devices

Even better with the preplaced cameras

Taking your insecurities and turning them into things you’re working on helps a lot with self-esteem

Giving you a lot more pride when you do compare and notice changes

It’s not perfect but it’s helping you

And it’s surely going to bring you and Chihiro closer

Maybe even close enough that you’ll come into his room

Your sisters will be happy…in their own way that you’re happy

But if you notice they start putting more urgency into their plan for despair

It may have something to do with the amount of time and smiling you’ve done with others in Hope’s Peak

“I can’t wait to show those neets the truest extent of despair! It’s going to be euphoric!”

“KillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthe-.”

“Patience, despair is coming Piggie! You know what just to give them a taste maybe we’ll make sure (Y/n)’s got to take a couple of sick days! I can’t wait to watch it eat at them when they don’t respond to their messages!”

[rottenpumpkin13]

(I just watched a musical 😂)

woe, Genesis has been tasked with getting together and directing a musical theatre production of his choice Loveless featuring the entire SOLDIER floor, for an official Shinra fundraiser gala. nightmare scenario or dream come true or both. the show must go on! also, you are incredibly funny and uplifting! :)

• Genesis has been tasked with organizing and directing the annual musical Shinra puts on for the charity gala, which has one of its departments as the actors. This year the roulette wheel landed on the worst combination—SOLDIER and Loveless.

• Rumors say Zack's anguished "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as soon as it was announced was heard from 13 floors down.

• Genesis is being benign and letting everyone choose their parts.

Genesis: Who wants to play the goddess?

*Sephiroth raises his hand*

Genesis: Really? You want to play the goddess?

Sephiroth: It was an involuntary reaction. I don't know why I raised my hand.

Genesis: Too late, you're the goddess.

Sephiroth: But I don't want to play the goddess.

Genesis: If you don't play the goddess I'm going to shave your head in your sleep.

Sephiroth: !?

• Since NONE of the female SOLDIERs wanted to play Rosa, Genesis appointed one of the other guys to the role.

• Cloud walked in at an unfortunate time to deliver some documents from Heidegger.

Genesis: CLOUD. You're perfect for the role of Alphreid. Welcome to the show.

Cloud: Uhh, really? Okay. Who's playing Rosa?

Zack: I am!

Cloud: For fucks sake.

• Angeal was placed in the role of Varvados against his will, the same case for Kunsel, who was bribed with money to play Garm.

• The rest of SOLDIER is tasked with being the stage crew. They have a month to rehearse, something which would've been fine had GENESIS not been the director. He insists on getting a director's chair, and wearing the typical director's beret and scarf while shouting from a megaphone even though he's AT MOST 3 feet away from the stage.

Zack: I thought you said I was playing Rosa. Where's my dress and wig?

Genesis: No, no. Since you and Cloud are playing Rosa and Alphreid, I thought I'd make this the gay version of Loveless.

Zack: Ohhh, I get it now. That's why it's Loveless - G edition. The G stands for gay.

Genesis: No the G stands for Genesis.

Zack: What's the difference?

Genesis:

• Sephiroth wishes whoever sold Genesis the megaphone an eternity in the deepest pits of hell.

*Genesis is standing right beside Sephiroth. Too close, in fact*

Genesis: SEPHIROTH, LETS TAKE IT FROM SCENE 3 IN ACT 1 WHEN THE GODDESS HAS HER BIG MUSICAL NUMBER.

Sephiroth: Genesis I'm standing right here. There's no need to—

Genesis: DON'T QUESTION MY CREATIVE CHOICES.

*Sephiroth grabs the megaphone and smashes it over his head*

• If Genesis were not Angeal's best friend, he also would've choked him with his scarf by now.

Genesis, from his director chair: Angeal, great dancing, but go stage left.

*Angeal goes left*

Genesis: No, your other left.

*Angeal goes right*

Genesis: LEFT.

*Angeal goes further left*

Genesis: Your OTHER Left. Turn around and go right!

*Angeal goes right*

Genesis: LEFT. LEFT. GO LEFT.

*Angeal goes left and violently falls off the stage*

• Cloud wouldn't have agreed to play Alphreid if he had known Zack was playing Rosa. Not because he feels weird playing his love interest, but because Zack is a diva.

Genesis: Alright, Alphreid, this is the scene where you're seeing Rosa again. You're feeling passionate, you're feeling butterflies in your stomach, you're sensing—

Cloud: —Zack's onion breath from lunch.

Zack: Onion soup helps me get into character. Get it, because Rosa has so many layers?

Genesis: Zack, I love your dedication. Cloud, quit complaining. Now kiss, you two.

Cloud: I ain't kissing him with that breath.

Genesis: Kiss!

Cloud: He smells like something died.

Zack: I've never felt more insulted in my life.

Genesis: You're being overdramatic. KISS.

Cloud: Please god no.

Genesis: KISS HIM.

*Zack grabs Cloud by the collar and leans in. Cloud takes one whiff of Zack's breath and immediately passes out*

Zack: I can't work like this.

• Opening night rolls around.

*Angeal approaches Genesis*

Angeal: Zack ate an entire onion and his breath smells like depression.

Genesis: The show must go on.

Angeal: Cloud attempted to knock him out with a broom, but it was a prop, so it broke over his head and he attacked Cloud.

Genesis: The show must go on.

Angeal: Zack sat on him and is blowing his breath in his face as we speak.

Genesis: The show must go on.

Angeal: Cloud has literally passed away.

Genesis: The show must—

*Angeal chokes him*

• Somehow the show does go on. Everyone nails their musical numbers and scenes, all goes well. Until act 4, when Sephiroth forgets his lines.

*During a scene with all the characters*

Sephiroth: To engage in the battle for which I have selected you, I bequeath unto you a....a....uh....?

Genesis, whispering from the edge of the stage: Improvise!

Sephiroth: What? Demise? The goddess killing everyone wasn't in the script.

Genesis, still whispering: No! Improvise the lines!

Sephiroth: Demise to the guys? So I am supposed to kill everyone. Alright then.

Genesis: NO

*Sephiroth unsheathes a sword he wasn't supposed to have*

Cloud: Wait, WHAT?

Sephiroth: The goddess was never merciful.

*He takes a swipe at Cloud and now the two are engaged in an active duel*

Angeal: Guys, this wasn't in the script!

• Angeal dives forward and starts trying to haul Cloud away, who's kicking and struggling. Now Sephiroth veers his attention unto Zack and starts chasing him around with the sword. Zack has no weapon, and is screaming as he dodges Sephiroth's blows.

• Genesis, angered, climbs onto the stage with a ball of fire in hand, screaming and hurtling it at them ("ALL THAT HARD WORK GONE TO WASTE—NEVER BEEN MORE EMBARRASSED IN MY LIFE—SEPHIROTH STOP USING YOUR HAIR AS A WEAPON")

*Kunsel, in a last-ditch attempt to save everyone's dignity, closes the curtain, ending the show*

[777moneymakersstuff]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ERLING HAALAND imagine ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ┊e.haaland x f! reader

☄︎⋆ ༘ how would look your relationship with his family while you two are dating. . .

⇢ ˗ˏˋ FIRST MEETING ࿐ྂ

• you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to meet erling’s family and spend Christmas with them. when you heard that from him, you were speechless for a few seconds. it was supposed to be two-in-one solution. because you and erling were in a long-distance relationship, so you two didn’t hang out as much as you wanted to. you didn’t see each other for a full month, because you had school and he needed to train. unfortunately, the only "dates" you had were mostly by facetime, it made you miss each other, so erling came up with the idea of spending Christmas with his family.

• as anyone knew, erling was so close to his siblings and parents. he was such a family man, which made him an amazing person and partner. but you didn’t know if his family would accept you, you thought that his parents had their perfect idea of the perfect girlfriend for their youngest son. and you weren’t sure if you would meet their expectations.

• let’s say that you had a very interesting style. you loved funky makeup, that was far away from the "clean girl aesthetic" it was kind of your therapy and a form of expressing yourself. also, you didn’t like your natural hair, you just thought it were boring, so you wear a wigs every day. you had kind of big collection of those. you were grateful that erling loved your style and always complimented your looks. but you were scared that this would be something that they would hate about.

• when the day finally came, you were shaking internally, but you tried to look fine on the outside. you knew it was important to erling, so you didn’t want to be a dramatic queen because it was not your thing. when you two were finally outside his home, you squeezed the handle of your suitcase. you were expecting the worst greeting of your life, but as soon as you saw a middle-aged woman with a big smile on her face, your concerns disappeared.

• they were the kindest people you knew. it was surprising that they already treated you like a part of their family, even if they just met you. you didn’t have good terms with your own family, so you finally felt what a real family should look like.

• they appreciate everything you have done to help them with Christmas preparations, even if it was just setting the table or small things like this.

• long story short, you were positively surprised how Christmas at erling’s home turned out.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS SISTER ࿐ྂ

• what can you say? gabrielle is the kindhearted soul you met. when you two first met, she was mesmerized by your energy and your look. she was totally your opposite; she wasn’t interested in makeup or crazy fashion items that much, her makeup bag was simple, and her outfits were mostly basic, but you became her inspiration.

• she was so excited that her little brother found a girl who was actually worth his attention. she knew that he seemed like a big, heartless guy, but he was a perfect example of why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. so it was a relief for her when she saw how happy you made his brother.

• she loved to steal you from erling and have a girl’s night with you. she was a mom, and let’s be honest, it is a full-time job, so she loved even this one night to relax with you, sometimes she also invited anita.

• she loves sending you tiktok’s or instagram reels with sometimes goofy ideas to record. when you two are alone (or with her brother, astor) she loves to do some trends or things like that, it just makes her happy.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS BROTHER ࿐ྂ

• astor became your spirit animal, you two are literally besties. you’re just acting like a stereotypical sibling who likes to joke about each other, etc. but you are happy that you finally have someone like that in your life.

• he is the master of sending you random stuff on instagram; memes, random tiktok’s. sometimes it isn’t even funny, but you always appreciate an effort. he is also the queen of recording the tiktok’s with you & gabrielle.

• he could be so random, like a video call just to tell you an unfunny joke and then hang out? yeah, he is something like that.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS PARENTS ࿐ྂ

• alfie has always been an open-minded and positive person, so he doesn’t care about these little things like your look, style, makeup, etc. it’s just a way to express yourself, but it doesn’t say what kind of personality you have. and in his opinion, your personality is great, and he’s proud that his son found someone like you. he is fulfilled as a father when his children are happy.

• marita was excited to meet you, just like every mom, she wanted to meet her future daughter-in-law (she really hoped that it wasn’t only an affair). and let me tell you, she wasn’t disappointed. marita was also super happy that all of her children had love of their lives at such a young age. she really couldn’t be happier.

• alfie was impressed by your sense of humour. he enjoyed a good competition by making horrible dad jokes. when it comes to a family dinner, it just switches to live stand-up comedy or even a roast. sometimes only you two are laughing, but who cares?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS STEP MOM & STEP SISTERS ࿐ྂ

• anita is in love with you. she loved when you came to norway, especially with food/snacks from your country. she also appreciates your kindness and how well you treat erling, she thinks that you are his soulmate.

• and the girls, love you (maybe a bit more than they love erling…) you are an inspiration for them, which you find cute. they are always super excited when anita tells them that you will be in norway for a few days, they would even make you your favourite cookies (with a bit of anita’s help, but still)

❛ ━━･❪ the end ❫ ･━━ ❜

hope you liked it!! i think it’s cute ¿headcanons? yeah, let me know how you liked it!!

[ravencincaide]

Surprise, You son of a-

Summary: You acquired a stalker. A man who harmed those around you, but never touched or approached you. The plan was for you to play bait, lure him and mace him. Then Dazai would take care of the rest. Unfortunately there was just one thing you did not calculate with… 

Pairing: Dazai x fem!reader (x dark/ Yandere Chuuya)

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 7: Sharing clothes 

Warnings: Cursing, abduction and drugs, stalking, mention of sexual content including hint/mention of non-con, voyeurism and questionable consent. Insanity- if you really try. It’s dark, okay?

Enjoy?

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“ I think you’re right, this might actually work!” You exclaimed excitedly as you stared at yourself in the mirror; you were dressed in a pair of light pants and a white shirt. Over it, you borrowed your boyfriend's vest- a dark thing that was just a tad too long coming down to your midthigh. And over it his beige coat, which too was oversized, the sleeves coming past your fingertips and the coat itself stopped mere inches above the ground. Though you didn’t necessarily think it a bad thing, the less of your body that was visible the better. You had gathered your hair up into braids which you then shifted around your head, hiding them beneath the wig cap and the dark brown wig which almost matched Dazai’s shade. 

The rest was just bandages and make up. 

You both noticed that you were not a perfect replica of Dazai; too feminine even with all the binding, wrong hair lengths and colour, wrong height and paler complexion, but you both reasoned that no one would be looking too closely. At least not the one this disguise was intended for. 

“ See Y/N, I told you it wouldn’t be an issue to get you to look exactly like a lady kill-aouch” Dazai hollered in pain as you pinched him, sending him a warning glare not to re-attempt to finish that sentence. The grin you got in return made you wonder if the physical pain was actually a punishment to him- or foreplay. 

Rather than find out you turned your attention back towards the mirror, your fingers moving to fidgeting with the wig. You were playing ignorant to his advances. This earned you a dramatic sigh, as if you were crushing his heart. “ Ohh Belladonna why must you be so cruel to me, my love? If only you’d fulfill my humble request of–

“ No  We’re not turning this into some self-cestious kink-exploration for you.”  you cut him off with a warning glare as your hands finally left your wig and grasped the can of mace from your nightstand. You brought it close to yourself, the control-freak part of you wondering if it worked and a rational part of you reminding you that it was best not to find out. 

Especially inside. 

Sensing your nervousness Dazai came up and rested his hand on top of yours, a moment of seriousness on his face. “ It will go fine Bella” he promised “ I’ll be right behind you. You just need to lure him into an alley and spray the mace. I’ll handle the rest.” Then a quick peck on the lips, which made you smile.

You leaned forward and gave him a slightly deeper kiss salvaging the closeness. Before it could go too far you broke it off and pushed some rogue strands out of his face, staring at him with all the love in your heart. You were so lucky to have him. “ You know If this works and we get rid of this stalking sun of a biscuit quickly we’ll have plenty of time to take a version of this outfit for a ride in bed- what do you think?” 

You were met with a Cheshire’s grin, Dazai’s lips on yours while he carefully walked you backwards towards your front door. “ Then let's get this over and done with Belladonna” he purred before he opened the front door and shoved you out before slamming it in your face, in your typical- he’s-annoyed-you-enough-fashion. 

You stumbled, caught yourself before you made an act of clingy Dazai; banging on the door, a fake cry of ‘why Belladonna why’ before dancing away to the sound of Dazai laughing through the wood. 

You just hoped he didn’t blow it. 

The act was about as perfect as your appearance; but you hoped it was enough to fool your stalker. After all this was a man who never got close to you and never approached you- from what you could tell at least. But he did seem to hold a grudge towards anyone who dared visit your apartment. In fact, if he hadn’t hurt one of your childhood friends a few weeks ago you wouldn’t have even noticed his existence. Now however you felt like you were watched wherever you went. Yet no matter how hard you looked you never saw him.  

Dazai suggested turning this game of cat-and-mouse around; they’d still think they were the pray and be too blind to notice they were walking right into a trap. The only thing you had to do was pretend to be Dazai and lure him away and disarm him, then your boyfriend who’d follow from a distance, would take care of the rest. You shuddered slightly when you thought over what ‘the rest’ meant. But decided against asking. 

Sometimes ignorance really was bliss. 

 As you left your apartment complex you headed down into the half busy streets in a rather relaxed fashion, arms folded above your head, using the sleeves of the coat as a way to keep another part of your face obscured. Your eyes flickered from one person to another; teenagers sharing candy in the corner of the street, a young couple shopping together and a bunch of punks trying to trick an older teen into buying them cigarettes. There were some elderly too enjoying the warm weather, sharing pleasantries and complaining about how things have changed from their youths. 

No one looked particularly threatening and you were beginning to think your charades failed. Just when you were about to turn back around you sensed it; that bone chilling feeling of being watched. You resisted the urge to look around or pick up your pace as you turned off the main road and towards a smaller street filled with tiny mom and pop shops- the route Dazai told you to follow. The narrow street drew less attention and had several decent obscured alleys. You kept your pace slow, listening closely. About a minute after you turned into the alley you heard the fast click clack of dress shoes behind you.

Bingo. 

You heard the steps grow closer and quickly rounded a corner towards an even smaller alley. One step, then you pressed your back against the wall, mace in hands. Your eyes closed as you focused on silencing your breathing. Seconds ticked in your head as the footsteps grew closer and closer, growing faster, eager to not let you out of sight. 

  3, 2, 1 .

You jumped out back onto the larger alley. “ Buu you son of a –” you yelled, pressing down on the mace and spraying for a good thirty seconds. It wasn’t until it was too late that you realized who the figure doubling in pain was. But when you did, you dropped your weapon with a bewildered cry. 

Clang of the metal echoed against the walls as the mace rolled away out of sight. 

“ Chuuya what the? I’m so sorry!” You started taking a step towards him. Then as you felt your eyes burn you quickly moved back again and ran a hand through the wig trying to mask your embarrassment. 

“ I-its okay Y/N” he coughed a few times waving his hand in an attempt to get some clean air into his lungs. It took him surprisingly little time to completely recover. The only trace of your little attack being a redness around his eyes and a slightly runny nose which he took care of with a clean handkerchief. Now  his attention was on you, his look clearly demanding to know what the hell you were up to. 

You just shook your head a no- it was best not to ask. “ I’m so sorry again” you mumbled feeling incredibly stupid. “ Come, let me get you a cup of tea as an apology.” 

Chuuya raised his hand as if to say not to worry about it. Then he lowered it and flashed you a smirk; “ Only if we can agree on coffee” 

“ Deal!” you exclaimed before taking a look around. Realizing you were still in the alley you turned on your heel and continued heading straight towards the exit. 

At the corner there would be this wonderful little shop that sold all sorts of imported coffee and coffee-based treats. It was one of the pricier shops in the area so you deemed that it would be good enough to suit the executives tastes. Chuuya followed you, however rather than walk right beside you he kept a step or two behind you. You glanced up at him, then carefully glanced behind him towards the alley entrance with slight confusion. 

You still couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched- the icy cold dread in the pit of your stomach which grew with each step that you took. A warning bell was going off in your head but you couldn’t quite place a finger on why. The notion was ridiculous after all, Chuuya was your friend. 

“ What are you doing here, Chuuya?” You asked, making small talk. Suddenly you paused mid step as the sense of dread became overbearing. Dazai should have caught up with you already. 

But he didn't. Why? 

Did it mean that the stalker saw through your charade? Impossible. You weren’t perfect but you knew the act was good. You and Dazai had practiced for hours and even fooled Atsushi with it when you took it for a test-run. No, the act was good enough. Unless your target knew Dazai very well. Say, like the back of their hand, familiar with every single mannerism of his down to the way he walked, talked and breathed. If that were the case they’d first prevent your boyfriend from helping you and then, “ Say Chuuya, Dazai was your twin dark. You’d have realized I’m not him unless-” 

You never got to finish your sentence as a sweet scent filled your senses a second before Chuuya took one larger step closing the distance between you. He clasped a cloth over your nose and mouth. His other hand wrapped around you in an iron grip, keeping you in place and restraining your struggles. You screamed and screamed, trying to bite the cloth away from yourself, your fingers clawing at his hands. But with each scream you inhaled more of the substance. You could feel your body growing weaker on you- betraying you. 

It was no use.

“ I’m sorry Y/N, you’re too smart for your own good” Chuuya whispered in your ear as dark dots played in your vision “ You should have just left it alone- you really should have.” That was the last thing you heard as you passed out, praying that Dazai would find you..

Your head was killing you, like a thousand woodpeckers pecking away at your skull. Your body felt heavy, groggy and your limbs refused to cooperate properly. You silently cursed yourself as you tried to pry your eyes open. The mixture of medicines in your body fighting with you, trying to keep you under. What was it? Anastesia? Were you under an operation? No, it was something else, something else and chloroform.  You knew chloroform, you’d recognize it anywhere; the sickly sweet smell that made your stomach turn. So why didn’t you recognize it before it was too late? 

Because it was Chuuya. 

The thought made you angry and with it came a burst of adrenaline: snapping your eyes open, you sat up in one quick motion before you felt your stomach turn. You clutched it, uncertain whether whatever you ate that morning was going to stay inside you or not. The world span, the colors twisting and fleeting into one another making the unfamiliar objects around you almost indistinguishable. One thing you were certain though; this wasn’t a hospital, your room or any kind of mom and pop shop.  

You heard a sound, someone rushing to your side and then felt an arm quickly wrap around your shoulders steadying you. A hand was on your back, rubbing up and down “ Shhh shh shh, not so quickly Y/N, you need more rest, you’ll feel better soon I promise.” You tried to focus on the voice as another wave of nausea rolled over you. On instinct you curled more in on yourself trying to make the world stop spinning

“ Wanna throw up Sweetheart or are you good?” 

That nickname made you freeze. You shook your head making a weak attempt at pushing him away from yourself. Damn traitor was what you wanted to call him but all that came out was a pitiful “ njah” 

You felt something cool press to your lips before he tilted you back slightly. “ Just water. Drink, it will help clear your head.” 

The water splashed against your lips, a drop rolling down your chin. You resisted the temptation. You heard Chuuya sigh before he moved. He shifted the glass more, giving it a deeper angle. The glass pressing past your lips, the water now almost slipping down your throat. You had no choice, so you drank, feeling instant relief. The water felt soothing, like a miracle for a dying man and you could feel your stomach settling down. Almost too quickly it finished, yet you were too stubborn to ask him for another. You felt so tired again, to the point you barely noticed as he lowered you back in bed and covered you with a blanket. 

You were out cold in seconds.

The next time you woke up, you felt well enough to take in your surroundings. You were in an unfamiliar room, laying on a rather large bed with a metal headboard. You could see cuffs dangling from above your head, one set on either side, yet your arms were free, resting beside you beneath a thin fuzzy blanket. You guessed the room wasn’t very big but didn’t dare turn your head and check. Not yet. You could hear him breathing a few paces away and did not want to risk having to look at that traitorous hypocritical bastard without proper assessment of your state. 

When you shifted your legs,you felt the cold metal of the cuff cutting into your right ankle and heard the shift of the metal chain. It was heavy, so much you could say. You doubted you’d be able to break it with sheer force. Your fingers inched towards your pockets, still icy cold and somewhat slow in their movement. As they brushed against your clothes you realized you were still in Dazai’s attire and cursed silently in your head. Then you drew in a deeper breath and closed your eyes, thinking of your next move. 

“ Don’t try to use your ability” you heard Chuuya’s voice ring loud and clear a small distance away from you. “ It’s a government chain, you’ll only end up hurting yourself if you try.” You didn’t grace him with a reply. He didn’t seem to mind as he continued speaking” I’m sorry I had to take your gun away. I couldn’t have you do anything stupid” 

Before you knew it you were back in a sitting position. “ What the fuck do you mean stupid? And why the hell are you doing this.” You yelled at Chuuya who was sitting on a chair a good distance away from your bed. His legs were crossed, his hands resting on top of them palms up. His usual jacket was not on him; it hung casually across the back of another chair with his hat on top. On that second chair was a tray of food, a flimsy bottle of water and a handful of pills in a small white paper cup.  

“ I know it's hard to see it right now, but I’m not here to hurt you Y/N. I’m here to help” He said each word slowly and calmly, clearly hoping to soothe you. 

Your face shifted into an expression of bewilderment and anger “ Help me? How does beating up my friend and then abducting me ‘help me’ Chuuya? How?!” 

“ Because Y/N you’re so caught up in Dazai’s webb you’ve stopped caring about yourself and your future. You just bow your head to his every beck and call and that’s not you” he stated as he leaned to the side and lifted up the tray moving it closer to you. 

“ What are you–” Your sentence got caught in your throat as you took a look, finally took a look at Chuuya. He was older than what you remembered him to be. More worn out perhaps? There wasn’t a hint of a smile on his lips, not even a smirk or a grin. His lips were just set in a straight line, slightly white from how hard he was pressing them together in barely contained anger. But it was his eyes that shook you down to your core; the normally vibrant shimmering blue orbs which put even the sky to shame as they glistered with a wide range of emotion were completely empty. They were a hollow blue grey shade- a shell of their former self. “ Chuuya what did you do?” 

Your question put him in a frenzy, the way you looked at him, as if he was the monster was killing whatever sliver of light that was left in him; “ Don’t think I haven’t seen you Y/N, haven’t seen you cry your eyes out when slimy Dick’s not home cuz he’s fucking another woman.” Chuuya’s hollow eyes stared down at you, his lips pulled up into a sadistic sneer “ or when he forces you to take him whenever or whenever, or pressures you to agree to whatever shit his mind comes up and you’re crying both during and after Y/N. Don’t think I haven’t seen you. Ugly sobbing and all.  It’s not right Sweetheart. It isn’t” 

You gaped: your mouth opening and closing like a fish, your cheeks dusting a light pink, words stuck in your throat. They were refusing to come out. You didn’t know where to even begin, or how you were going to reason with him.

Chuuya wasn’t finished, however.

He moved closer, his gloved hand slowly inching towards you. “ But I’d never disrespect you like that sweetheart, never force you or hurt you. I’d never abandon you- you know that the bastard pretty much gave you away to me? ”

“ Dazai would never” you glared darkly at him. As his fingers grazed your cheek you flinched and turned away putting distance between you. The action made Chuuya sigh heavily and move back, running that hand through his hair. He looked bitter. 

“ You think? The mackerel served you up to me in his attire with an added comment ‘you can have my left overs.’ slimy bandages. And you still think he cares for you?” He was shaking as he stared down at you. Chuuya took a deep breath before his voice took on a sad, heartbroken tone.” While I’ve always been here, waiting and waiting ready to sweep you off your feet and yet you’re eyes were only on him” 

“ Dazai isn’t- he wouldn’t.”  

“ Dazai this, Dazai that. Even now when we both know he’s already balls deep in another woman! And you’re still relying on him hah-!” Chuuya shook his head before something seemed to change in him, the contained anger spilling into something dark and full of malice-  “- You think I’m smaller than him, is that it?! That somehow that womanizing bastard is better in bed? That only he can satisfy you ehh? Is that why?” Chuuya yelled, his hands landing away from his hair, dangerously close to his belt. 

At that moment, for the first time that night, you realized that you were in danger. Real actual danger. This wasn't Chuuya, the sweet hot-tempered ginger man whom you’d share stories and dirty jokes with over a glass of wine. This was a man with slipping sanity capable of anything. His eyes alone were an atonement to that. Those hollow blue orbs told you that if you didn’t think fast enough you’d learn on your own skin- your own pussy- how far he was willing to go to have you. 

You moved, launching forward as far as the chain would let you and pressed both hands on top of his larger ones, trying to get him to leave his belt alone. “ No not at all, I must be still a bit hazy after the drug. I didn't mean to upset you.” 

He didn’t react, his fingers finishing pulling the edge of the belt out of the first loop and starting to fiddle with the clasp. 

You tightened your hold on his arm. Your heart beating loudly in your ears. You thought you were going to throw up. Maybe you should- maybe it would disgust him enough to make him stop. No, a little voice in your head told you. All that could do was enrage him more. And that would end up making it worse on yourself. 

“ I’m definitely still not clear in the head, so lets talk some more later please Chuuya, please stop” You called to him, leaning more of your weight onto him. That didn’t stop him, if anything it made you more aware of the growing tension in his pants.

Fuck. 

You needed a plan- a way out and you needed it now. However each plea and logical call fell on deaf ears and you were in no condition to fight him. Ability or not he’d overpower you in seconds. You were running out of options and this was your last card to keep yourself safe;

You forced your mind to think of each embarrassing and humiliating memory until your cheeks glowed a dark red. Then you tilted your head down, faking a shy appearance.“ but you wouldn’t want our first time together like this, right? All dry and then bloody. And me passing out and missing out on the fun mid-way through, right?” You felt his movements grow less erratic and continued; “  So would you let me rest a few hours more, clear my head a bit, please? Please Chuu'' you pleaded 

You glanced up at him, staring up with big pleading eyes. You saw the newly made nickname stir something in those hollow orbs. Like a spark of life glimpsing through insanity.

 “ Please Chuu” you pleaded again, continuing to stare at him, praying that this was enough. A moment passed, two, three before he let his hands drop away from his pants. 

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from flinching as he raised a hand and rested it on the back of your head, then he leaned forward pressing a long kiss on your forehead. “ You’re right, I’m sorry, Sweetheart, it was so selfish of me. You need your rest. And I need to get you something comfortable to wear- slimy mackerel clothing really does not suit you.” With those words he turned around as if nothing happened and grabbed the hat and jacket from the back of the chair. 

He paused in the doorway long enough to wish you sweet dreams and tell you not to eat what he brought earlier, and that he’ll be back later with some fresh food and water for when you’ve had your rest. Then he left. As the door clasped shut you heard the automatic lock kick in, shutting you in place. Then two more additional ones; a chain and a key. 

Slumping back into the bed you curled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms tightly around them. Tears were running down your cheeks in steady unpretty streams. 

You bought yourself a few hours tops but what were you supposed to do then? 

[running-with-kn1ves]

Hello! I hope you’re well! Could I please request a yandere male idol with a fem reader? The reader is his manager and overworks a lot

A/N: I am currently a sick little dude without any motivation, so I’m sorry this one is a little sucky-- gonna try my hardest to make something Christmassy before christmas!! (Also anon I loved this and the gardener idea I'm just hella slow (TヘT) )

TW: manipulation, gaslighting, yandere-ish themes, fear of abandonment

Synopsis: As an overworked manager to a well-known but conceited idol, you plan on quitting right after one of his shows. Unfortunately, your client is a lot more convincing than you expected. 

Word Count:2800

The ending lyric to an all too familiar preppy, upbeat song was muffled behind the dressing room door you stood next to. Even the applause and screams of excitement could be heard through the thin performance center walls as you gathered up your bag. 

Feet stomped outside the door, rushing bodies moving back and forth to push stage equipment and props, making sure it all moves discreetly in time for the audience to stay oblivious. And, for the main idol to stay compliant. You waited to hear the heavier clacks of polished dance shoes, the sound of heavy breathing from hours of singing and layers of clothes being rustled. You smelt his hairspray before you heard his signature sounds, heart sinking at the fact that he was off the stage so soon. It only meant the confrontation you were dreading would come much faster than anticipated.

You used the small towel in your hand to dab at your forehead, looking at yourself in the bright vanity, hoping your client wouldn’t notice how obviously nervous you were. 

The door in front of you roughly shoved open, nearly hitting you until it slammed shut again, the star of the show leaning against it. He sighed heavy breaths, shutting his eyes and wiping at his forehead with his hand as he stood slumped. 

“Here,” You gestured the towel to him, wrapping it back into a perfect square like he preferred. 

He looked at you without a forethought, taking the towel.

“Thanks,” He snatched the water bottle out of your hands as well, moving over to his vanity. “Would’ve been more useful earlier, but whatever.” 

You didn’t let his words sting you like they did the first time you heard them. You knew it wasn’t personal, he was just in another mood after the unending performance he just gave for the second time tonight. 

“How was the show?” You asked, taking small steps towards him. 

He removed the pastel-pink wig from his head with a wince, tugging at the face tape stuck to it without remorse. 

“I don’t know, you tell me. You were the one watching.” 

“Actually, I wasn’t,” Your voice quivered a tad. “I just got here.” 

“What the hell? Why weren’t you here? What if something happened,” He began to untie the small tie around his neck, voice sounding somewhat softer despite his mood. “You know as my little ‘slave’ you’re supposed to be here 24/7.”

The idol ripped open a makeup wipe bag.

“I-, I know.” You looked at him in the mirror.

“What if there was a wardrobe malfunction? I could be doomed. And then who’s fault would that be?” He said casually, rubbing a wipe underneath his eyes to remove smudged mascara. 

“Yeah, I know…”

“So, what’s your excuse this time.” He asked in a bored tone, looking up at you. 

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something serious-- Uh, something about my job as your, you know, manager.”

“Okay…” He said in a suspicious tone, rubbing at his lips to get rid of thick lipgloss and foundation. 

“Well, I feel I’ve outlasted my stay here. I mean, with the performance agency, and as your--”

The idol suddenly spun around in his chair, eyes wide and makeup half gone. He looked exhausted beneath the partly gone concealer and heavy eyeshadow-- all pieces made to make him stand out better in front of the crowd. 

“You know how much I appreciate you, right?” He said in the sweetest tone, looking at you with doe eyes. “You do so much for me, I don’t tell you that enough.”

You rolled your eyes, watching him use his fan-interaction voice with you. You hated when he tried to use his work voice-- you could stand the baratement when he was upset, but not the cutesy, shrill tone that bled disenguinity. 

“Miha, don’t do that.” 

“Do what? I’m just being honest.” He grabbed your hands, pulling you closer to him. 

The thing about Miha was that he could be sweet when he wanted to-- whether it was fake or not, he could do it. The problem was that naturally, he wasn’t. His natural response to those around him was selfishness and possessiveness. If he suddenly felt he should be generous or kind, he’d flip like a light switch. But that thought hardly ever entered his mind unless it benefited him. Despite knowing this, you allowed him to bring you close. 

Petting your hands he took a look at your nails, comparing them to his own. 

“When was the last time you took care of yourself? Your nails are awful, look at these.”

He picked at the dirt underneath your fingernails with his polished black ones, his hair still slicked back within the wig cap covering his head as he poked and prodded at your fingers. If you let him, he would’ve obsessed over them until they looked as nice as his pedicured ones. 

“Don’t change the subject.” You groaned. “I came here because I needed to tell you that I-- I can’t be your manager anymore.”

“Well I could’ve figured that one out myself, stupid. You looked like a kicked puppy when I came in; did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

He slapped your knuckles as a small form of punishment.

“So what is it, you want a raise?” 

“No, it’s not that.”

“More benefits? The agency not giving you enough? You’ve always been a bit of meek thing when asking for things, haven’t you.”

“Its nothing to do with the money--”

“So then, maybe its me? I know there’s been more work lately because of the tour, but you’ve always been so good at handling it. And I can’t do it without you,” He didn’t look at you while saying the compliment, returning to his vanity and stripping himself of the rest of his makeup. 

“Miha,” You cut him off, trying to make yourself appear more assertive. “I just can’t take being your-- your ‘slave’, anymore. I’ve been with you since your debut, these past six years have just... Become too much for me. The work, the stress.”

“Oh you know I just call you that as a joke,” He waved his hand, unbuttoning his shirt. “And besides, the fact that you’ve been with me for so long is why you have to stay. You can’t leave me now, not when my career is at its peak.”

“But--”

“But what?” He turned back around in his chair, shirt unbuttoned and face bare. He seemed more human like this, not all dressed up like when he was on stage or talk shows. All performers and idols had some sort of ‘face’ to put on, but it was more intimate when he was honest with you like this. “I don’t understand why you want to leave me.”

Miha huffed, getting up to walk slowly towards you and your packed bag. You usually left a few things in his dressing room, your “office” being a lonely desk in the corner of it where you’d set up your laptop and make countless phonecalls. But now, it was empty except for a lonely pen holder. He had been your only client for the past few years ever since you suddenly stopped getting new work from the agency, so you basically made his dressing rooms your second home.

You watched him rub the white cloth you handed him when he first came in along his chest. Slowly, he tried to see if you were watching, enticed in how he got rid of the sweat still clinging to his skin. 

“You don’t really want to abandon me, do you? I don’t think I could make it without you,” Miha bent down to your height, trying to find your eyes. You kept looking away, only making eye contact once the bottom of his water bottle was forced under your chin. “ You know you’ve always been more than just a manager to me…” 

He gripped your loose shirt, pulling at the bottom of it to bring you closer. You knew his games, knew that he’d often use his pretty boy charm to sway executives and talent judges. But this, something about it felt off. Yes, he was using his sad puppy dog charm, but there was an essence of… desperation in his voice. 

“Don’t do this, not right now…” 

“Do what…?”

“Try to act all mopey, trying to get me to stay.” 

“But I do need you to stay--! I can’t rely on anyone else--” 

“Miha--” 

“Besides, do you know what’ll happen if you try to leave me?” 

“I’m not leaving you--”

“You’ll be kicked from the agency. You’ll find it very hard to get work again. And if it gets out that you left me so horrendously….well, I can’t say I can predict how my fans react. You know how upset they get at the drop of a hat.”

He tugged you closer, pulling your hips flush with his own. 

“So just stay where you are, okay?”

His mouth was near your ear, heavy breaths against your warm flesh as he waited for your answer. You didn’t need to respond verbally for him to know he caught you in his web. But still, you were hesitant.

“That would never happen, no one cares about meaningless agents, especially since you’ve basically been my only client for the past few years... I’ll be fine,”

“But you won’t.” Miha grabbed your face with his hands, looking down at you as if you were just a small creature in his presence. “I don’t want to have to make it harder for you… and I won’t, if you stay by my side. Just be my cute little assistant like you have been, okay?”

“Manager.” You corrected.

“Yeah, my cute little manager.” 

You gulped at his words, watching his eyes as they traveled where yours did. He seemed to be anticipating your answer, not sure whether to lean in and kiss you or keep holding onto you so you couldn’t leave. 

“Miha…are you really threatening me?”

“No! I wouldn’t call it that. I’m just… giving you a heads up, is all. If you leave, that’s going to happen. So it’d be wise to stay, wouldn’t it?” 

“But I can’t, I just can’t live like this anymore.”

“Of course you can! I know i’m a bit--- difficult, but I can be easier if you just stay with me. I’ll change, I promise. It’ll be different now, just focus on me and don’t worry about everything else.”

You looked away, nervous and not entirely believing his words. A part of you wanted to believe he was capable of change, but you knew he was good at fabricating lies to keep people where he wanted them. Yet, you couldn’t deny the tight grip he had on your hips, the way his feet stood outside yours to prevent you from turning away. He was desperately trying to keep you there, to stop you from walking out that door with his words and his body language. 

You could see how lost he was; the man hardly knew how to take care of himself outside of the rigid schedule he was kept on. To be honest, he really did need you. He’d fall apart if you weren’t there, and you both knew that. 

Miha huffed, seemingly impatient with your indecision.

“Look, would it make you feel better if you came to my place tonight? I’ll cook you dinner, we can just sit down and relax. No work, just two ‘coworkers’ hanging out.” 

“I don’t know…”

“Atleast do this for me before you try to go off, okay?” 

You think about it for a moment. It couldn’t hurt, right? You’ve had dinner with clients before, but never at their actual homes. Stomping your feet out of frustration, you nodded reluctantly. Miha clapped his hands like a child, stripping off the rest of his shirt and pulling a new, more casual one on over his head. 

“Yay! Okay, don’t worry I’ll take care of everything.”

He knew you wouldn’t be able to resist a dinner offer. You’d been to his place multiple times, but it’d be different this time. He finally set some precautions to prevent any uncessary… attempts to leave. And before you knew it, you’d find yourself in his bed, cuddled up next to him without an ounce of awareness. 

“Just a small dinner, right? I can’t stay out too late.” You checked your watch and saw the small hand rest on the eight. 

“You’re such a worrywart. Don’t worry I’ll have you home before ten.” Miha lied, grabbing his big coat and flinging it on. 

The male pulled a folded face mask from the vanity, a crinkled black piece of fabric with elastic strings that he had already worn today when trying to get to the performance center without being noticed. 

You felt stupid standing there, having had the full intention of storming out with your belongings and claiming your freedom only minutes earlier. And yet that hadn't happened. You still stood in the same spot as usual, clutching onto your bag and waiting for the world renowned idol to be done getting ready. 

"Hold this." He said, handing you his duffle bag as he searched on the vanity for another item. You took it without a forethought, used to having to carry his items when he moved to and fro.  "I actually got something special for you. A little gift to commemorate my growth, you know."

You perked up at that, surprised. Miha never got you gifts, especially not out of the blue. Often he'd 'reward' your hard work with obsessive kisses and tight squeezes but you never considered that a gift, unlike him. 

Miha would have spoiled you more if he felt you wouldn't be put off by it, but didn't want to destroy the… "professional" relationship that you seemed so keen on keeping. Even when he offered to give you himself for the night-- multiple times-- you never gave in. It would be "too complicated" you always said, but he never saw that as a no. It was only a matter of time until he got you in his grasp. And he was sure the sleeping meds and red merlot he bought would be enough. 

You tried to peak at what miha was doing, but he turned around faster than you expected. 

"Here it is!" He rushed in front of you, pulling out your free arm and turning your wrist towards him. You watched him put a cold chain of metal around your wrist, adjusting the clasp so that it sat evenly. Looking in the vanity mirror he brought up your arm, showing what he had placed on you. It was a shiny piece of jewelry, a bright 'M' held by both sides of the chain.

"Uh… M?"

"for Miha. Or 'mine'. Which ever you prefer, little slave." He leaned down beside you, giving a small yet chaste kiss to your cheek. "Either way, it's a symbol of how you're staying with me. I was planning on giving it to you on my debut anniversary but…"

You looked at the bracelet with wide eyes and a slack jaw, completely surprised at the formality of the gift. It was beautiful-- simple, something most people wouldn’t notice out of the corner of their eye-- but still priceless. It didn’t look like your average piece of costume jewelry; and knowing miha, he tended to go all out when he had an idea. 

“Miha I can’t accept this--” You attempted to unclasp the jewelry before the idol stopped you. 

“You have to, I’m not giving you a choice.” Miha grinned, adjusting the piece. “Its a symbol of how you’re my manager… I’ll always be your number one, right?”

You stood mouth agape, unsure how to respond. This was the first time he’d ever gone out of his way to give you something that seemed --almost-- entirely out of selflessness. You nodded your head, gripping tight onto the duffle back slung over your shoulder. 

Miha gave you a small wink in the mirror, enjoying how you seemed caught off guard. He caressed your face with a finger as you struggled to say thank you.

With it, you realized the chain did more than just give you a sparkly hand-- it symbolized your long-developed capture, one you had been slowly falling into ever since you helped Miha rise to stardom.

[icechippies]

how about some sleep headcannons for the jon and upgrade?

Upgrade sleepwalks. It's nothing serious, she'll just go for a little stroll kinda slowly shuffling along and, if left undisturbed, will eventually make her way back to her room and start up again with no memory of having gone walkabout.

The others take this as the perfect opportunity to mess with her.

Some ways she's woken up before: covered in sticky notes, painted orange, with all her clothes and her wig facing backwards. She once woke up in a handstand and she's still really not sure how someone managed to pull that one off without waking her up. She will also wake up in various wacky locations like on the roof or waist deep in the duck pond.

The Jon has a hard time telling the difference between dream and reality (we already know he has a hard time telling the difference between imagination and reality, this is just expounding on that I guess) and he can be really stubborn about it. The others used to try and correct him, "No, Jon, trees can't just get up and walk away," "there's no such thing as a unibeaver, The Jon," "The ants in the kitchen aren't hosting a birthday party so it doesn't matter if you were invited or not."

He could argue for hours trying to convince the others what he saw was real because in his head it was.

Unfortunately nightmares also exist but instead of trying to convince the others it was real he will, almost frantically, try to find evidence to convince himself that it was all just a bad dream

It wasn't a horribly uncommon occurrence for one of the other robots to be prodded awake by The Jon trying to check that they were still intact and functional. Even The Spine had a hard time getting mad at him for that.

He has less nightmares now than he used to but the manor still occasionally gets early morning or late night phone calls from him checking up just to make sure everyone's still ok.

[jamies-latex-lust]

Stepping Out With Stepmother

As his bus finally reached its stop, Steve made a mental note to get here early next year. Mother's Day weekend had caused the traffic to be backed up, doubtlessly due to all the people taking their mothers out that year. It would take another hour until he reached his stepmother's house.

Fortunately for him, Steve got there before dark. Unfortunately, he arrived late in the evening. After he knocked several times, his stepmother, Monica, finally answered.

"Steve," Monica said, smiling widely. "Please, come in."

Steve entered the house and the two made their way to the living room.

"This is a surprise," Monica said. "What brings you here?"

"Well, I had been planning to take you out for Mother's Day dinner, but the traffic was terrible," Steve explained.

"Oh, you didn't have to," Monica said. "After all, I'm not your real mother, and your father and I divorced last year."

"All the more reason for me to be here today," Steve said. "You shouldn't be alone the first Mother's Day without Dad."

"You're so sweet," Monica said. "Tell you what. You can stay here overnight and tomorrow we'll have a day out, just the two of us."

"As long as you're okay with that," Steve said.

"More than okay," Monica said. "I'm looking forward to it."

The two talked for awhile after that, before Monica made up the guest room and Steve went to bed.

As he slept, Steve dreamt of when he first met Monica. He had seen her around town before, but he'd been quite shocked when his father brought her home to meet his son. Steve himself had recently turned 18 and was finishing up high school. Monica had actually been closer to his age than his father's.

The two were engaged in no time, and Steve's friends were quick to mock him for it. His father was marrying a smoking hot babe, and Steve wouldn't even be around long enough to take in his stepmother's beauty.

The divorce last year hadn't been that surprising. Again, Monica was closer to Steve's age, so plenty of people knew his father would be tossed to the wayside after a time. Some even guessed that she was a gold digger who'd been out for money. While Steve's father wasn't rich, Monica had gotten a large amount of money from the divorce, which showed in her new life.

Steve woke up later than expected the next day. He had left his house early the previous day, hoping to get to Monica's house by noon, but the world had different plans for him. Thankfully, it was still fairly early when Monica knocked on his door.

"Steve, wake up," she called from the other side of the door. "It's time to get ready. We'll be going to breakfast soon."

"Yes, ma'am," Steve said.

Steve quickly washed up in the shower. Monica only had soap and shampoo meant for women, but he could put up with smelling a little feminine. At least for today.

Once he was finished, Steve went to the living room, where Monica was waiting for him.

"Whoa!" Steve said, stunned.

Monica was standing in front of him in a red, double-breasted suit with matching skirt and heels. Her hair had been combed to perfection and swept over her one shoulder. Her red lips, matching her suit, complimented her beauty.

"Why, thank you," Monica said, flashing a smile which sent Steve's heart fluttering.

"Now I feel underdressed," Steve admitted.

"I'm actually glad you bring that up, darling," Monica said. "I was hoping I could ask a little favor."

"Anything," Steve said.

Monica's smile went from somewhat seductive to mischievous at the response.

An hour later and Steve was now staring at himself in the mirror. He had a wig placed on him and was in a fuchsia version of Monica's suit. Monica had done his makeup, which surprisingly worked in making him look like a woman. The open toe shoes helped create the image of a woman.

"I've always wanted my own daughter," Monica confessed. "And now, I get to see what it would be like."

"I know I said I'd do anything, but..." Steve started, only to be silenced by Monica's finger on his lips.

"You sound too much like a man," Monica said. "You said you'd do anything, so please, let me have this Mommy-Daughter Day."

Steve sighed and said, in his best feminine voice, "Yes, Mother."

"Good girl," Monica said, giving Steve a pat on the head. "Now first, we'll go to get your makeup professionally done. After that, we'll have a little breakfast at this cafe I know and then we can head to the spa."

The beauty parlor had been fairly humiliating for Steve. Monica was complimented for how perfect she already looked, but Steve was told "her" makeup needed work. For whatever it was worth, he did think the beautician had done an even better job than Monica had.

The two had arrived at a small, quaint little cafe and sat down for a small meal. The waitress, when bringing their food, noticed the hair on Steve's chest and wrists.

"She's been a touch under the weather recently," Monica said. "The medicine threw her hormones out of order. We're going to the spa after this to get her taken care of."

Steve blushed and looked down. The waitress was cute. If he hadn't been dressed as a woman, he would've asked her out.

"I'm so sorry," the waitress said. "Good luck at the spa. I hope it makes you feel better."

Steve looked down further.

"Say 'thank you', dear," Monica ordered.

"Thank you," Steve said.

The waitress smiled and walked off.

"And thank you, sweetie," Monica said, as she sipped her tea. "I always wondered how it would feel to embarrass my daughter."

"You're... You're welcome," Steve said, blushing deeper.

Once done, the two had arrived at a spa where Monica fed the same lie to the staff about why her "daughter" needed a waxing. Monica sat by as Steve had his legs, arms and chest waxed, almost enjoying the pained expression on his face as the hair was ripped out of him.

"It's okay," Monica said, cradling Steve in her arms. "I've booked us a mud bath. That should help the pain."

"Thank you again, Mother," Steve said, his voice now sounding more feminine.

Monica lifted his face so he could stare into her eyes, awestruck, as she said, "Now you know the pain women go through to look beautiful."

"You're right," Steve said in a stunned monotone. "You are so strong."

"As long as you realize that," Monica said, before smiling. "After our mud bath, I'll order us both massages. And since you're being such an amazing daughter, i might even request a lovely young lady for you."

The mud bath, as it turned out, was exactly what Steve needed. He wasn't sure if it was actually helping his pain or if it was mind over matter, but he would believe anything Monica told him.

As he stared at his stepmother, who was lifting one of her long legs out of the mud to run her hands down it, Steve couldn't lie to himself anymore. He was attracted to her.

When he was younger, he would always steal glimpses of her as she walked past his room, and he'd fantasize about her slipping into his room and seducing him, but he had hid those feelings away once she married his father. But now? He would at least enjoy the sight while he was here.

Monica noticed him staring and asked, "Where's wrong?"

"Oh, uh, I'm just wondering if there's anything I'm supposed to be doing," Steve replies, embarrassed.

"Just let the bath do it's job," Monica said. "When you're done, you'll feel completely transformed. Like a whole new you has taken over."

"Yes, ma'am," Steve said.

Steve truly did feel refreshed after the bath, and now was laying across a massage table across from Monica. As a man and woman, the masseurs, walked in, Monica's eyes lit up. She licked her lips hungrily as she eyed the man.

"Mama like," Monica whispered under her breath.

Steve took a look at the man. He was around the same age as Steve himself, but that's where the similarities ended. He was far more masculine than Steve was, even if he wasn't being treated as a woman currently.

His attention them turned to the woman. She was absolutely beautiful. Steve swallowed hard as he tried not to let his body betray his appearance.

Steve couldn't help but feel ashamed as the massage started. As the male masseur worked on Monica, she was moaning in pleasure. He knew that he could never make a woman feel that good. Not only that, but the beautiful masseuse working in his back would laugh if she knew he was a guy asked by his stepmother to pretend to be her daughter for a day.

"This feels so niiiiiice," Monica sighed, looking to Steve with a satisfied smile. "Don't you agree, baby?"

"Yes, Mother," Steve said.

"You feel really tight," the masseuse said. "You must not get to relax much, ma'am."

"Oh, uh, yes," Steve said.

After he two enjoyed their massages, or, rather, Monica enjoyed her massage while Steve tried enjoying it, they were now laying back in chairs.

"What should we do next, Mother?" Steve asked.

"Hmm, give me a couple minutes to scope things out," Monica said. "I very much enjoyed that young man rubbing me across my body. The only thing that would've made it better would be if I got my hands on him. Mmmm."

Steve blushed as Monica bit her finger, until she noticed the look on her "daughter's" face.

"What's the matter, darling?" She asked, before realization struck. "Oh, don't worry. I know you were attracted to that lovely young lady massaging you. I know you think she probably isn't into you either, but don't be so hard on yourself. You're quite the catch yourself."

"You think so?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yes, dear!" Monica said. "The only problem is, she might not be into women."

Steve's face sunk, causing Monica to smile mischievously.

"But if she doesn't, I could introduce her to this handsome young man I know named Steve," Monica said.

Steve's face lit back up.

"Thank you, Mother," Steve said. "I'm so grateful for you."

"Of course you are, sweetheart," Monica said. "Most going ladies wish they could have a mother like me."

The next few hours were spent with Monica and Steve getting pampered however Monica wished. Mani-Pedis, facials, hair care. By the time the two left, Steve saw himself in a body mirror and smiled. He looked like a truly beautiful woman. It was odd, but he was a little attracted to himself.

However, as men and women stared at the beautiful young lady in the purple suit out with her mother in an identical red suit, Steve found himself blush ing in embarrassment.

"Don't be so shy," Monica said. "You're a lovely young woman. You should own it."

"You really think?" Steve asked.

"Of course," Monica said. "I'd never lie to my daughter."

To finish their day, Monica and Steve picked up for, before heading back to Monica's house.

Once the two had finished, they sat on a couch together, staring out at Monica's backyard.

"This day has been absolutely fantastic," Monica said with a sigh of contentment. "You've truly made me feel like a mother being spoiled by her daughter for Mother's Day."

"I actually had a good time myself," Steve admitted. "Even if I was dressed as a girl the entire time."

Monica smirked in an almost perverted way and asked, "How did you enjoy wearing my clothes? Could you feel the heat from my body when you first put my suit on?"

"What?" Steve stammered.

"Oh, don't act all embarrassed," Monica said. "I know you enjoyed it, and enjoyed dressing like a fine young lady for me."

Steve couldn't answer, only gulp as Monica grabbed him and pushed him onto the couch, positioning herself above him.

"I always knew you were attracted to me," Monica confessed. "That's the real reason you stopped by, isn't it? You wanted to come and see your old crush."

"I- I-" Steve lost the feminine voice he'd been using and reverted to his team voice. "But you're my dad's..."

"Ex," Monica said bluntly. "I only married him to be spoiled before I took him for everything he had. There's no reason for you to be against this."

Before Steve could admit she was right, Monica saw it in his eyes, he had agreed with her, and held his head as she began kissing him. Steve laid there, mentally melting for Monica as her lips pressed hard against his and her hands held him in her grasp.

"I was never physically attracted to your father," Monica said after her lips parted from Steve's. "But you? You had this cute look to you. The only problem was you didn't make a handsome guy. But as a young lady? You're beautiful."

"Thank you, I'm honored," Steve said, slipping back into his feminine voice.

"I want you to stay here with me, as my good little girl, doing everything I tell you to," Monica commanded. "I'll teach you to be a fine young lady, maybe introduce you to some of my girl friends, and when I bring a guy home, you can please him too."

"Why that last part?" Steve asked hesitantly.

"You don't think you can satisfy me, do you?" Monica asked, a seductively cruel smile dancing on her lips. "But I do want you as eye candy. After all, isn't that fair, with how many times you and your friends ogled me?"

"Do... Do you want me to give you their numbers?" Steve asked, his tone making it clear he was ready to do so.

"Perhaps one of these days," Monica said. "But I've got my eyes on a couple other guys first. And after I seduce them, I'll bring them back from our date, and you'll give them whatever they want."

As Steve imagined what that would be like, Monica leaned closer to Steve's ear and whispered, "Because of you make me very happy, I might let you help me have a real daughter, and you don't want one of those guys to do it first, do you?"

"No, ma'am," Steve said, shaking his head obediently.

"Good," Monica said, grabbing Steve's head again. "I have so much to teach you. I imagine it'll feel like a real mother, bringing her daughter into the world of womanhood. I can't wait to get to feminizing you."

"I thought I already was," Steve said.

"Oh, sweetie," Monica said in a flirtatious tone. "This is just the start. This is a rough draft. Wait until you see the final version of yourself."

As his body reminded him of his manhood, Steve smiled, eagerly waiting for Monica to feminize him so he could please and satisfy her any way she asked. Steve moved in with Monica the next day.

Weeks passed. Weeks filled with many changes for the sissy who'd once been Monica's stepson. But after all the teaching, training, cosmetic work and shopping, Monica felt she had earned the date she just went on.

As she and her date, the masseur from the spa, entered her house, Monica stared into his eyes.

"I had a wonderful night tonight," Monica said.

"Me too, ma'am," the masseur said. "How about we keep it going in the bedroom?"

Monica smiled a truly lustful smile and said, "You know exactly how to charm a lady. But would you be opposed to someone joining us?"

"A friend of yours?" The masseur asked.

"Someone like that," Monica said. "She's the daughter of a friend of mine, but she's living with me now."

"As long as she's okay with it," the masseur, who'd been completely seduced by Monica, said.

"Stacy, come here, darling!" Monica called.

A young woman walked down the stairs in a stylish blouse and shiny leather pants.

"Yes, Mommy?" Stacy asked.

"My date, this handsome young man here, was hoping for some fun," Monica explained.

The masseur stared in shock at the young woman in front of him.

"A beauty, isn't she?" Monica asked, walking over to Stacy. "I've put a lot of work into her. Finding a top that fit her while still looking refined. Pants that perfectly hug that tight tush of hers."

Monica turned Stacy to get and gave her a kiss, before turning the young woman to the masseur. Monica grabbed Stacy's face and pointed her fingernails at her lips.

"And we can't forget these lovely, plump lips," Monica said. "I can't begin to tell you how good they feel when you kiss them. One of the reasons she calls me Mommy is because of how I basically remade her from the ground up. Of course, that's not the only reason."

Stacy couldn't be bothered to listen as Monica talked about how she dominated the young woman. Instead, she could only stare absently and drool at the thoughts running through her head.

Thanks to Monica's training, Stacy now liked the thought of pleasing the men Monica brought back, and Monica herself, naturally. The kiss Monica had planted on her was enough to make her shudder in lust even after all these weeks. But the thought that most captivated her was the thought of one day having a daughter with Monica.

"Stacy, darling, what do you say you give my date a taste of what he's in for and..." Monica stopped briefly to chuckle. "...get a taste of him too?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Stacy cried happily, getting on her knees.

- SISSIFIED BY SUITS, MAY 2024

[Sorry this is a couple weeks after Mother's Day. I wanted to submit it sooner, but couldn't get it done until now.]

[socialfakes]

in perfect harmony -quinn hughes-

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user02 quinn as the milk is just too precious 😭😍

user03 why is this the most adorable thing i’ve ever seen? 😍

bboeser abby being the cookie makes sense | _quinnhughes and what makes that statement true brock? | abbyjackson i too am curious 🤔 | bboeser because you’re sweet and everyone’s favorite | abbyjackson 🤗❤️

tdemko30 okay this is cute | abbyjackson i say the same thing about you everyday ❤️😉

user04 you guys, quinn’s girlfriend is feeding us with the cutest pics 😊 | _quinnhughes she’s not my girlfriend | abbyjackson but he wishes i was 😉 | _quinnhughes um excuse me ma’am, but who was it that proposed to ME in 5th grade? 🤨 | abbyjackson bro that’s not what happened | lhughes_06 but “bro”, that is exactly how it happened 😂 | abbyjackson nobody asked you luke 🙄

conor.garland8 the cutest cookie i’ve ever seen 😊 | abbyjackson ❤️❤️ | _quinnhughes why does everyone compliment the cookie but not the milk? 😏 | abbyjackson simple. be cute and they’ll compliment you too 😂 | _quinnhughes okay 😔💔 | abbyjackson wait i didn’t mean it quinner. don’t be sad 💔

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_quinnhughes | always thought abby was the perfect garth to my wayne and i couldn’t ask for a better halloween partner than this girl ❤️ tagged: abbyjackson

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abbyjackson awe we were just babies 😍😊

abbyjackson thank you for being the best wayne to my garth ❤️

lhughes_06 okay i like this one

jackhughes definitely dorks but this year was a little better than your first halloween 😂

trevorzegras even in a blonde wig and glasses, she’s still adorable 😊 | _quinnhughes simmer down there trev | jackhughes yeah or he might get jealous you’re hitting on her | _quinnhughes no because she has a boyfriend and i don’t think he would appreciate it 😏 | abbyjackson stop you’re making me blush trev 😊❤️

johnnymorris the best looking garth i’ve ever seen 😉 | abbyjackson 😃

conor.garland8 okay this is my new favorite photo 😊 | abbyjackson i can’t decide if i should hate you, love you or a little bit of both | conor.garland8 you love me | abbyjackson unfortunately i do 😏 | conor.garland8 UNFORTUNATELY?!?!

colecaufield ha. classic

user05 this is cute quinn

user06 such cuties. omg 😊

user07 new favorite picture. you’re so cute as wayne and abby is the cutest garth 😍

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abbyjackson | 💁🏻‍♀️👑💂🏻‍♂️ tagged: _quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes always been a queen 👸🏻

jackhughes please tell me how quinn got so much taller than you so quickly | abbyjackson i’m not sure how it happened but this might be when he stopped growing 😏 | _quinnhughes what? not it wasn’t

lhughes_06 abby could easily pass as a member of the royal family 😊 | abbyjackson will you be my prince? 🤴🏻 | lhughes_06 absolutely ❤️ | _quinnhughes 🙄🙄 | trevorzegras uh oh quinn is getting upset 😂

user08 the most beautiful queen

user03 you guys were babies

johnnymorris 👸🏻❤️

bboeser my favorite queen 👸🏻❤️ | abbyjackson i’ll be your queen if you’ll be my king 😉 | lhughes_06 why can’t i be your king? 😔 | abbyjackson because pookie, you’re my sweet prince 😊 | bboeser i’m prince charming actually 😉❤️ | lhughes_06 so can i be king then? | abbyjackson i love you, but no. i’ve got the king lined up. sorry pookie 😘

conor.garland8 so cute. hope you got lots of candy 😊 | abbyjackson i did but couldn’t eat it all | conor.garland8 oh no 😔

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[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Fifteen

Prompt: You choose! (Hair) Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Estinien Varlineau, Teiamon, Gonetomon Word Count: 1,103 Notes: Digimon AU

Master List

Summer vacation was nearly at an end, and unfortunately for Nomin, Estinien had been away in Wales for a time. With just a couple weeks left before the new school year was to start, Nomin found routine back at home incredibly dull. Even if she was allowed to work part-time down on the main floor of Buckthorn to earn some extra money for herself, she missed being able to walk the streets in his, Gonetomon, and Teiamon's company.

It was morning when Nomin received a text from Estinien. She had been busy brushing her hair -- short as it was, though, she really only made sure the locks were tame enough to be presentable. Reaching for her phone, Nomin saw the message that made her smile.

‘Back in town. You have plans for the evening?’

Nomin quickly typed up a response, saying each word slowly as she did: “Not…at…all. Working with…family at…the store… I…get off…at…six…”

“Is that Esti~?” Teiamon asked, perking up from having been snoozing on Nomin’s bed. ‘Esti’ had been a shortening that she took to calling him, claiming ‘Estinien’ was ‘too many syllables.’

“Mhm!” Nomin hit send and then looked at Teiamon. Her smile remained, the telltale crinkle in her eyes showing genuine elation. She then turned her head, her black hair swaying gently with each turn, feathering against her cheeks and neck. “What do you think? He's never seen me without a wig. But my hair is long enough now that I feel really good about it.”

“If you feel good about it, then it doesn't matter what I think!” Teiamon replied, sitting on her haunches while smiling back at Nomin. She had seen the growth of confidence in Nomin as time went on with her gradual recovery and return to normalcy from essentially being a resident at the hospital.

“I hate when you manage to say some really smart things sometimes,” Nomin said jokingly. “But…I suppose you have a point. If I’m happy with it…” she looked at the full length mirror next to her wardrobe, expression softening. “Then I'll continue being happy with it.”

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Evening came around, and Nomin helped get some stuff put away before eagerly shouldering off the Buckthorn employee waistcoat and nametag, running upstairs all the while. Teiamon had been in the living area, laying upside down on the couch while watching the telly, only righting herself when Nomin came hurrying upstairs. There was clear excitement in Nomin, and she had an outfit all ready and laid out on her bed.

The overshirt and shorts were of matching, lightweight fabrics, a sage green and white striped pair with pink buttons and a pink sash to tie the shorts in place of a belt. The undershirt was a simple white vest lined with watermelon slices along the hem. Pink hose to accompany black flats, and a myriad of different little watermelon accessories to really tie the theme of the outfit together.

Nomin thought she looked cute in the mirror by the time she clasped the two hairpins to keep her bangs out of her face. Grabbing the watermelon messenger bag, Nomin exited the room to see Teiamon waiting patiently for her.

“You coming along?” Nomin asked with a grin, holding out her arm. With delight, Teiamon responded, fluttering up and perching herself upon Nomin’s shoulder. With both of them ready to go, Nomin made her way downstairs to see Estinien and Gonetomon just having entered Buckthorn, the electric bell at the tail end of its ring to signal someone crossing the threshold.

When their eyes met, Estinien seemed stunned for a moment as he let the door slowly close behind him. His expression then softened as he watched Nomin hurry around past the checkout counter. He was then taken aback when she threw her arms around him in greeting, Teiamon fluttering up to give them both space. She found the perfect place to perch herself: on top of Gonetomon’s head as he gave a huff and tried to swat her away.

“Estinien! How was Wales?” Nomin asked, soon settling and looking up at him.

“It’s Wales; there’s not exactly a lot to do except visit family and see the sheep,” Estinien replied with a scoff of amusement. Looking Nomin over, he cleared his throat and then motioned to her -- specifically her hair. “It’s…different seeing you without the blue hair.”

“Oh…” Nomin’s expression faltered somewhat before she grabbed a loose lock and lightly twisted it between her fingers. Estinien’s tone filled her with a sense of uncertainty. “Do…um…should I wear my blue wig?”

“Th-That’s not what I meant. It’s…erm…” Estinien looked away, a flustered blush reddening his face as his brow furrowed somewhat. “Your hair looks really nice. I’m glad it’s growing back nicely… It was just surprising, that’s all… To see you with black hair.”

Relief welled in Nomin, a smile returning to her lips. “It’s my natural color. It’s…been nice not having to wear the wigs as much.”

The blush remained on Estinien’s face as he then motioned toward the door. “That’s…That’s good to hear. Listen…I know we didn’t discuss a plan or anything, but…” Estinien seemed to struggle with whatever it was that was on his mind.

“Whatever it is, let’s do it!” Nomin replied, trying to ease any tension he might have felt. The two of them departed from the store, their Digimon closely following at their heels. They stepped out onto the sidewalk where the smell of the nearby restaurants and their dishes being cooked filled the air alongside the tinge of car emissions as they drove down the street.

Estinien’s shoulders relaxed as he sighed, relieved to hear Nomin willing to go with him no matter what it may have been. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a brightly colored yellow flier and unfolded it. “When dad, Hami, and I got back home, this was in our mail. Thought you would have liked it if you didn’t already see it…”

Nomin took up the flier looking over it as the two of them walked together.

“A flower walk?” Nomin looked over at Estinien.

“You said your sister always came by the hospital to make sure you had fresh flowers in your room when they started wilting… I…assumed it was because you liked them…” Estinien admitted. “But if it’s not your thing, we can do something else.”

“No, no! I would love to go!” Nomin beamed, gently bumping shoulders with Estinien as they walked.

Though he did his best to hide it, a smile tugged at Estinien’s lips, delighted to have something to do that brought a smile to Nomin’s face.

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[yelenassafeplace]

| Found peace

Again sorry for my bad English, I’m French and still have a lot to learn. Anyway please do not translate or re upload this oneshot. Thank you.

pairing: Simon Riley x blackfem!reader

Author's note: just fluff and comfort from Simon. This one shot is inspired by one of the relationships I’ve been in so it’s kind of a way for me to try and get over it. There’s racism and a slight mention of physical abuse in here so, please be aware of it and don’t read this if it’s something that could trigger you.

Warnings: racism, mentions of a toxic and abusive relationship, lots of harsh words and hurtful terms, ends with fluff and comfort but the beginning can be triggering, tell me if I should add more warnings.

Your last relationship had left you traumatized. The man you had been with had treated you like nothing but trash. Sometimes it felt like he didn’t even see you as a human being.

It was because of your skin color. Of course, you had to fall on a racist.

It seemed like being a plus-size and pansexual black woman wasn’t a constraining enough battle for you. On top of that, God had to put this man on your way.

This “relationship” lasted a week. A. Week.

But it was a week of pure mental torture and abuse.

Somehow, he had to remind you of the color of your skin at every moment. In case you forgot, you know.

You did the dishes for him out of kindness? You received a “thanks n*gga.”.

You had your bonnet or wig on? He pulled it right off your head without caring if it hurt you and made fun of your real hair.

He saw a monkey on a TV documentary or an another black person out of the house? He immediately pulled out the “Hey, look ! It’s one of your brothers.” cards.

You were out with his friends? He had to make racist jokes and accents to put you down in front of them.

He got an STD out of nowhere? You obviously gave it to him because you’re black. You don’t have anything after examination? Well…It doesn’t change anything because every black person in the world has AIDS. Its well known.

He’s been having more pimples and breakouts since you two got together? It’s definitely because of you, since you know… You’re black.

You said something he didn’t like or complained about his behavior? He slapped you. No, but really who do you think you are? You’re lucky he’s dating you in the first place. That’s right, he’s doing you a favor and sacrificing himself. Who would want to have a black girlfriend like you?

Yeah. It was one of the hardest week of your life. You never felt so little and unworthy of anything in front of someone.

After that, you decided to just stay single and never try having something serious with another man. You were nowhere near being healed enough to get in a new relationship anyway.

It had been an entire year before you met the one. And if someone had told you that you would have settled down with a white man again before you met him, you would have burst into laughter.

But here you are now in a happy and healthy relationship with Simon.

Of course, he’s not perfect and he has his own issues. But he never puts you down. Never.

Not even when he’s angry or frustrated. Not even when you’re having a big argument. Not even when you’re straight up mean to him. Never.

He loves everything about you. Your natural hair, your tanned skin tone, your wide hips and big thighs, the way your accent get more pronounced every time you speak with your family or with someone from your country. You’re just a goddess in his eyes.

After being with him just during a few months, he had helped you gain so much more confidence back that you could proudly wear your natural hair outside.

Your long and full afro is now freely bouncing up and down or side to side slightly as you walk through the mall with him by your side to do some shopping.

Of course people were staring and giving you weird looks, but no one commented on it and honestly, you couldn’t care less.

But unfortunately, after years of living peacefully, you finally had your first racist encounter in a while.

Too bad for the woman, your fiancé was not having any of it.

“My gosh, your hair looks so…”

A white woman says while touching your hair without your consent, a weirded out expression on her face as she messes your afro up.

“Uh, don’t touch my hair without my permission please, ma’am. It’s not correct.”

You instinctively take a few steps back to get your hair away from her hands.

“Oh come on, it’s just hair. Do I need permission to touch your shoulders too? I don’t think so.”

And as she says that, she tries to reach for your hair again. But this time, Simon steps in and grabs her wrist before yanking her hand away from you.

“You don’t get to touch my wife’s hair without her permission. She said no, so back off.”

The woman scoffs and grabs her wrist to hold it against her chest, her eyes wide with shock.

“How rude of you. I was just trying to appreciate her African culture. How dare you touch me like that?!”

She starts to talk loudly, the attention of the others customers turning on the three of you.

You start to feel uncomfortable with all these eyes on you, so you gently tap Simon’s arm to signal to him that it’s okay and you two can just go into another shop.

“What? No, we’re not leaving. You said you wanted to try dresses here. We’re staying.”

He then turns to the woman again to answer her. 

“How do I dare to touch you? You can touch my wife, but I can’t touch you?”

He laughs before tilting his head to the side, looking straight at her soul through her eyes.

“Why do you feel so entitled with her? Is it because she’s black?”

He keeps his voice loud and clear on purpose so the other customers can hear.

The woman’s cheeks and face get red as she starts fuming. With anger or shame, you couldn’t figure out.

“What?! Are you calling me a racist? I’ll have you know that my son’s best friend is black, and I don’t have any problem with him being around my house ! I even traveled to Africa once when I was young.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that, turning your head to the side so she wouldn’t see your smile.

“What are you laughing about, you…”

She cuts herself off before she can continue, clearing her throat and looking around her while being embarrassed. She was probably going to insult your skin color or call you a monkey.

“Please, finish your sentence, miss. We’re all listening.”

Simon says, his arms crossed over his chest as he patiently waits for her to continue.

She lets out a frustrated groan after seeing some teenagers were recording, turning on her heels and letting out some muffled curses as she gets out of the store.

You let out a sigh of relief as she stomps out, grateful that things didn’t go south. Simon stares at her back as she leaves before turning to face you, rearranging the hair she messed gently.

“I’ll wash your hair for you when we get home. We don’t know if her hands were as filthy as her personality.”

He jokes, and you laugh, leaning into him to get a hug.

“Yeah. Thank you…”

He smiles and hugs you back, softly stroking your back as the people around you get their attention back on what they were doing slowly.

“No need to thank me. I’m here for that, lovely. I’ll always defend you no matter what.”

And you know he means it. That’s one of the reasons you love him so much.

He presses his lips against yours for a sweet kiss, and you smile into it, feeling like you aren’t alone against all of this anymore.

You got home and followed him in the bathroom straight after putting your things away and having a snack so he could wash your hair. And he did it perfectly, even using conditioner and blow drying your hair.

“How do you know you need to do that?”

You asked at some point, looking at his reflection in the mirror, as he was now putting oil in your hair to hydrate them.

“I watched videos on YouTube.”

And just with that, you completely melted. He went out of his way and learned how to care for your hair… If that’s not husband material, you don’t know what is.

And you got surprised again as you got out of the bathroom and saw a hairstylist installing everything she needed to braid your hair in the living room, looking over at him with wide eyes.

“What? You’ve been telling me you wanted to get braids for your friend’s wedding.”

You smiled as you saw the little blush on his cheeks while he shrugs like it’s nothing, getting on your toes to give him kisses.

“Thank you baby.”

Oh, he was so getting lucky tonight.

My first time writing something else than smut on this app, not sure of how it turned out🤣

[artzychic27]

Inspired by your Canon!Marinette post with her worst moments with the Science Kids, I wonder something. Could you make a sequel post with the worst thing/moment Marinette had with the Akuma Class, with Luka and Kagami included?

Kim (Yeah. That’s right. Why don’t y’all sit the fuck down?):

Marinette was pissed at him for that prank, (which he was unsure of doing and asked Chloé a second time if he should still go along with it) that she decided to take revenge and hide some spiders in his locker

… Unfortunately, she just grabbed a random breed and Kim had to go to the hospital to get treated for a shit-ton of poisonous spider bites

Max:

Spread rumors online that he was sexist just because he got upset that he lost to her, subjecting him to a bit of online bullying

Ladybug criticized his video game because it made light of past Akuma victims’ experiences despite the fact he got permission from everyone who’s in the game to add them in, but she was adamant and got a ton of her followers to back her up

Myléne:

During one of Nino’s film projects, when Myléne as the female lead had to kiss Adrien, Marinette tripped Myléne and made her break her ankle so that she, the understudy, would get to kiss Adrien

Marinette was praised for her acting during the kiss scene, and Myléne got an honorable mention in the credits

Ivan:

Insinuated that Myléne could do much better than a “terrifying grunge rock wannabe.”

Claims she doesn’t have enough fabric to make him an outfit, but there’s a whole-ass role in her closet

Alya:

Marinette accused her of being a bad friend for suggesting that she should tone down her crush on Adrien, especially the schedule, and then the argument got heated when Alya yelled and called her a creep, then she got Akumatized

When she was cured, Ladybug basically gaslighted Alya into forgiving Marinette… Also, Laadybug makes sure the Ladyblog is scrubbed clean of Chat Noir because according to her, “He doesn’t do anything but flirt and joke.”

Nino:

Manipulates him into changing up his scripts for class film projects so that she can kiss Adrien despite it having no relevance to the film whatsoever

Marinette keeps trying to get him to tell her everything Adrien says so she can have more information about his life, but some things are private and Nino doesn’t feel comfortable sharing them

Nathaniel:

Continuously forgets to add him to group chats, hand him an invitation to a party, include him on the class roster, etc. And then claims that, “If you actually talked instead of drawing, maybe people would actually notice you.”

Ladybug criticized his and Marc’s comic just because it pointed out a few of her flaws, prompting her psychophants to boycott them and even vandalize their homes. She didn’t apologize until like two months later when they published a comic more to her liking where she’s perfect

Alix:

Continuously drags her into her stupid Adrinette plans despite Alix’s discomfort and protests on how her plans are creepy

When Alix said no once again, Marinette blamed it on her being Aromantic, Alix punched her, and that was the end of their friendship for good

Rose:

Marinette stole the hamster plushie her deceased grandmother gave to her so that she could give it to Adrien when she heard that he liked hamsters, too. Rose didn’t have the heart to say anything when she saw how happy Adrien looked

When Rose confronted Marinette, she guiltrips her and has the audacity to bring up her grandmother

Juleka:

Keeps fixing Juleka’s appearance when she offers to model for her, making her look like a completely different person and not like herself at all- Wig, eye contacts, intense contour, stuffing her bra, etc.

When the comments roll in on her website, Marinette doesn’t bother telling them who the model is and just compliments Juleka on how gorgeous she looks despite that girl in the picture not being her

Sabrina:

Let Sabrina do all the work for a group project while she had to do something as Ladybug… And it lasted well until the morning. By that time, Sabrina finished the whole thing, and all Marinette did was sign her name

When Sabrina confronted her about this, Marinette shrugged and asked what the big deal was. She does Chloé’s work all the time

Chloé:

Decided to rub it in Chloé’s face how Audrey has been offering her dozens of internships and even uses her actual name, just to “knock her down a few pegs” even when Chloé didn’t do anything today

Somehow managed to get a picture of Chloé hugging her teddy bear, and sent it to everyone in school. Chloé was so humiliated that she didn’t come to school for almost a month

Adrien:

The statue scene

Theft

Breaking and entering

Stalking

The schedule

… Anyway, Ladybug broke into his bedroom in the dead of night, sniffed his hair, and then kissed him while he was still asleep

Luka:

… Do I need to say it?

Vents all of her problems to him, makes it seem as though she was unhappy when they were dating, and rants about how “Adrien will never notice me! Help me, now!”

Kagami:

Spread rumors that she and her mother moved because she attacked her ex boyfriend back in Japan because she caught him talking to another girl

Sabotaged yet another contest Kagami was a part of where Adrien was the prize

[fyodoro]

HII im request this, because i love ur writing sm<333

but what if akito x f!reader

but the readers a idol and shes kinda popular, so shes has a lot of boys hitting on her in school and akito gets jealous.

-> “𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞?”

He knew this would be a common occurrence when he started dating you… but do these guys seriously not see him holding your hand while they flirt?

With Akito Shinonome | Genre - fluff

Cw) cursing, mean jealous people boooo, jealous akito is not one of them

Akito knew what he was getting himself into. He had to after all. You- a popular idol known all around the country, who can be recognized from a mile away, with him, an average guy. You both went over it several times before it was made official, though you refused to let him refer to himself as “an average guy.”

You and Akito attempted to keep it on the low, but the paparazzi sees everything apparently. No amount of disguises and wigs could keep you hidden from at least one skeptical eye, even at an underground live house. But today the simple wig and glasses seemed to do the trick.

It took every ounce of self control in you to avoid cheering, not wanting your voice to get recognized. But when your boyfriend hit a perfect high note- you couldn’t help the loud cheer of enthusiasm and excitement you let out. A few heads turned, but they didn’t pay any mind until…

“Hey- you sound a lot like (Full Name), and now that I look at you-“ a random crowd member said. You couldn’t bear to keep listening, hoping if you ignored him he’d leave it be.

While he might have left it be in that moment, he was certainly determined to find out whether it was really you or not, even after the event ended. Going as far as to follow you backstage…

You immediately jumped on Akito once you saw him, praising him and how well he did on stage tonight. Of course praising his fellow group members, but mainly Akito. Giggles erupted from An as everyone watched the ginger go beet red. Assuming no one was around to see this, he tugged your wig off along with the net.

Your real locks fell into place like dominoes. ‘That’s better’ he thinks, preferring your natural self over any disguise you have.

The other members of Vivid Bad Squad already knew who you were, and found it less odd due to An’s connection with Haruka Kiritani. It felt a little surreal at first, but they’ve become accustomed to your presence over a short period of time. So of course you and Akito were okay with being open about your relationship around them.

As long as no other witnesses are around… which unfortunately wasn’t the case this time. The man’s camera snapped a bit, taking off before any of you could notice.

The next day was absolute hell.

All eyes were on you in the halls of Kamiyama High School. But not the same stares you usually got, no no no. These stares were full of… disgust. Did you do something that didn’t fit their image of you? Everything was normal yesterday, what happened since then?

Whispers grew louder the closer you got to a certain green eyed male. Louder… louder… louder… and louder.

“Was the idol status seriously not enough for them? They just have to have a boyfriend as well?”

“He’s gonna drag their reputation through the mud, just watch..”

“I bet I’m a better match for them.”

“They’re getting too spoiled…”

You kept your head low until you reached the one you were looking for, the only person you wanted to look for.

“We need to talk.” He said, keeping his head low just like you while still trying to look at you.

You followed him to an empty classroom, silently praying in your head this isn’t going to end up with a heart split in half. Dread filled your stomach the longer he took to talk.

He finally broke the silence. “People- no, someone saw us, last night. Took a picture and everything.”

Your eyes went wide with shock. You could have sworn no one was around, no one else but Akito and his teammates. Someone was there that whole time? Or just long enough to get a picture as evidence you and the street singer had a thing?

“And everyone saw it?” You asked.

Akito nodded his head, avoiding eye contact. He felt ashamed of himself. Everything he’s heard today revolved around your reputation- how he’s going to ruin it. Others going as far as to say you’re too good to even be in his presence. He can’t help but wonder now if these things are true.

You however, seem to notice his distress. You gently rubbed his cheek in a reassuring way. If there’s one good thing that’s come out of all this, it’s that you don’t need to be as wary about PDA anymore.

“Whatever happens next, we have each other, yeah?” You say, not needing any response from Akito to know he agrees.

You two give a look of reassurance to each other before walking out the classroom door, hand in hand. The whispers got louder, but neither of you cared. After all, in days time this will all be forgotten about. Hopefully.

For some reason, Akito felt more dread while he held your hand. Your touch was the most comforting thing in the world to him- but he couldn’t help but feel as if someone was plotting something. It was unnerving.

He’s grown used to the whispers, the stares, and even the direct remarks over the past few days. But today felt different. People were eyeing him more than they were eyeing you, and the whispers included his name more than usual.

“Is something wrong, ‘Kito?” You asked, concern written all over your face.

“Not really, just a bit annoyed. Wish these guys would just… shut up. You know?” Of course you knew. You probably knew more than him anyways, dealing with rumors for so many years.

You chuckled softly, distracting you enough for you to not notice a new presence approaching.

The guy looked like he was up to no good. His hands in his pockets and a smug look on his face set alarms off in Akito’s mind immediately. What could he possibly want with you, or him?

You seemed to finally notice him, turning your head and raising a brow. “Can I help you?” You asked with your typical idol facade.

“Actually, you can. You see there’s a party going on at my place tonight, and it’d be great if you came. I already told some people you’d be there with me, so I kinda need you to.”

‘Hell no’ Akito thought. It was wrong enough he told people you’d be there when you lost certainly weren’t, but the nerve to ask just you to this party in front of him? Your boyfriend? He knew what this guy was up to, and he didn’t like it.

“I don’t think I should be at any parties, especially with-“ Akito cut you off.

“They can’t go man, fuck off.” His tone was harsher than normal, emphasizing his point even more.

“Who do you think your telling to fuck off, Shinonome? Surely you don’t think they’re better off spending the evening with you?” The guy’s posture straightened even more, his stance seemingly gettin defensive.

“Actually I do think that. I don’t think they should go to any party of yours, especially without me. So if you’ll excuse us…” Akito tugged your hand, pulling you away from the commotion. It didn’t take a genius to know he was frustrated.

He didn’t care if it was the middle of the school day, you and him were going home. You two could use a break after the week you’ve had.

Quietly opening the front door to avoid alerting Ena, he made his way inside the house alongside you. Throwing off your shoes and hanging his bag, you made your way to the living room.

“I… I heard things about that guy… it took me a bit to realize it was him, but I knew it was as soon as he went on about that party.” Akito sighed and took a breath before continuing. “He messes with other guys by getting close to their partners… I know Someone in my class who’s girl cheated on him with that dude.”

You understood now, he wasn‘r frustrated cause the guy was trying to use you for a party, he was frustrated cause he was trying to take you from him. You took Akito’s hand for the nth time that day, rubbing small circles on the back with your thumb.

“I didn’t have any intentions on going with him, especially without you. I also have no intentions in ever leaving you, for anyone. You got that?” Akito nodded and let his head fall on your shoulder. He wasn’t sure what he was so jealous for, but he felt better now that his mind is clear.

“We had a long week, why don’t we take a nap here?”

“That sounds nice.” Akito replied. Already pulling you down with him on the couch before shutting his eyes. He didn’t seem to care you and guys were still in school uniform, and honestly that seemed to be the last of his concerns.

He couldn’t care less if he was sleeping in his school uniform. As long as you were next to him, it was okay.

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Just had a fun idea 💡- if someone else were adapting the Roycegaryens from book to screen, what sort of changes do you think might be made to their characters?

Okay, but this is such a fun thought experiment! And after finally emerging from my Crusader King's 3 hole (made a new dynasty twice, hoping this second attempt goes well & that I can successfully create a dynasty of hot witches) I am ready to tackle it!

Just gonna get the "bad faith" points out of the way first. If it were HOTD's show runners & writing team, they'd be dumbed down & we would wind up skipping most, if not all, of Aemon's Bisexual Boy Winter arc at White Harbor (pay no attention to the fact he's there during the summer. If I'm calling Ella's time in Essos "hot girl summer" even though she's there during the winter, then I'm gonna call Aemon's time with the Manderlys something equally as thematic but incorrect). We'd probably also have to suffer through fully blonde!Yorick just to make the wig easier, & maybe even blonde!Aemon going off of the fact they changed Rhaenys's hair from black to silver. Anyway, having gotten the bad faith, HOTD critical stuff out of the way, let's move onto some actual thought experimenting, lol

I think Yorick's childhood crush on Alicent would probably be cut or transferred onto to Shireen, just to tidy some stuff up & get rid of things that aren't really plot points or something to serve the narrative. Yorick's childhood crush doesn't really serve much since it fizzles out after he's betrothed to Shireen. I also think they'd probably make the Yorick/Rhaenyra/Shireen thing messier--not necessarily have there have been a thing with Yorick & Rhaenyra (although that probably wouldn't be off the table given they turned Nyra & Alicent into a situationship lol), but just probably misinterpret why she's weird about him (either through not getting it, or to make it easier for audiences to grasp). His angst would probably also get dialed up, or they'd get rid of him being willing to cry to make him manlier or something, because "men with short tempers aren't getting emotional & crying" or something.

The girlbossification of Rhaella Royce would be so real. A lot of her rougher edges & the times I let her be wrong would get sanded away to make her a bland, palatable, Girl Power fantasy. She'd get the adult!Rhaenyra, post-popularity-boom/fanon!Daenerys treatment, really bad. Because on paper she's got the perfect traits for that: has a dragon, has several hobbies that aren't seen as traditionally feminine, she more-or-less gets to do what she wants & doesn't see super extreme (or sometimes any due to circumstances) consequences, she can kind of steamroll her way into getting what she wants a good chunk of the time while still being likable because she's gregarious & charismatic, I legit had a comment on my fic calling her a feminist once. Like...she'd just really easily be able to be a Sexy Girlboss We Try To Have Cater To Everyone treatment. I don't like it, but unfortunately it's much easier for me to see how her character would be botched in an adaption than it would be to see objective/neutral/perhaps even positive changes.

In terms of Aemon...I'm not super sure. There's been so little of him so far & he's still unfolding to me in a way. Like, I know where I'm going with him & I know his personality & his deal, but I haven't had as much chances to play around in his head as I have his older siblings, y'know? In general, I think there'd be a very real chance his first relationship would either be cut altogether, or just glossed over to make sure we know it happened (kind of like how we didn't find out Laenor was gay until the episode he got married in 😅)--although I think cutting Medraemon would do a disservice to his healing arc. Guess it would just depend on how the adapter(s) would feel about having the two canon, very real, very equally good for him, relationships when moving Aemon from page to screen. He'd also either have his edges sanded away like Ella, or he'd have them made even worse like Ser Criston Cole (again, it depends on the person adapting him for a show feels about him), either way His Deal™️ would probably get simplified for ease of understanding like the Yorick/Rhaenyra/Shireen thing.

All of this said, I'm not really someone who understands adaption super well so I'm pulling a lot out of my ass. I am beyond open to how anyone else things my Roycegaryens would get adapted into a televised version of SOTF, because it really is an interesting thought experiment & there's probably someone else who'd have ideas on what would happen there as well.