#we all have to resist a little longer 😂

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Have I mentioned that these beauties are in the BJK Cup final yet? 🤔😆🤩 💖💥✨️

[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 23

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!hamilton!reader ― Warnings: graphic description of unprotected sex (fingering, dirty talk, and p in v), mentions of alcohol, and jealousy.  ― Summary: It the ending of the season and fans get a glimpse on Mick and Yn’s perspective. ― A/n: None of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps, but the work is, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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November, 2023

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton You'll always be my baby sister, my bisty. I don't care how old you are, if you're dating, if you have kids of your own, or if you get married, you're forever the baby I held and knew I would protect with my life. Happy birthday theofficialyn 💙

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pierregasly Happy birthday, Hamilton baby! 🥳

⤷ hammertime_ why this is so funny to me

⤷��theofficialyn pierre 😠 hamilton baby sounds as if he’s my dad lol

ynfan my fav sibling duo 🥹💖

landonorris happy birthday to my fav brit girl! 💗💗

schumimick imagine having these genes and being born this pretty!

mickschumacher 🥹❤️

⤷ leclerccookies not even mick can’t resist baby yn!

⤷ dreiricciardo mick is the weakest for her and we know it

theofficialyn I love you, lew! thank you for always taking care of me 😭💗 my fav brother 💗

⤷ sainzfiftyfive do they have more siblings? what?

⤷ schumercedes I guess this is the joke, he’s her only brother 😂

georgerussell63 Happy birthday, Yn!!! Love you tons, please stop giving merc admin memes ideas 😘❤️

ginaschumacher

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ginaschumacher life gave me a little sister and I have never been so grateful. Thank you for being you, and for shining your light on everyone around you. I wish you the happiest life, Yn. I love you tons! 👩🏼‍🤝‍👩🏾💘

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fan02 Is that mickyn I see? Did gina just fed us mickyn crumbs? 😭😭😭😭😭😭

mickschumacher I had no idea you took that pic haha 💜 we look cute, ily

⤷ astonmartinha GINA POSTED MICKYN 😭😭😭

theofficialyn I love you, g! You’re a gift life brought to me and I’ll cherish and keep you forever! 👩🏼‍🤝‍👩🏾💞💞

⤷ burrowleclerc oh to be best friends with my boyfriend’s sister

carmenmmundt 🥹🥰 Happy bday, Yn!!! You’re such a kind soul, and it’s an honor to be your friend. Ily!

ylnrain I find it so gentle and endearing the way the schumacher and the hamiltons became close friends all because of mick and yn. like, she could just be acquaintance with gina, but they’re always seem together and they truly root for each other, you can see it. and then there’s mick and lewis who got even closer during these past few months, like…this is some romance book typa shit and I love it!

⤷ norrizzfour bestie ur rant was longer than the birthday wishes but I love that for you 😅🤣

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc I won't say you're like a sister to me or else your brother will push me off the track 🙄 but it's a pleasure to be your friend and to share the struggles and the good things of life with you. Thank you for always remembering about me with your sugary diet vegan desserts. Life is sweeter around you! Happy birthday, Yn ❤️

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pierregasly 👍

⤷ lewisfan not pierre jealous LMAO

⤷ theofficialyn he loves you a tiiiiiny bit more than he loves me, believe me

⤷ pierregasly yeah but he never said life is sweeter around me 🤬

⤷ arthur_leclerc he did say it was funnier tho

⤷ joris_trouche 🤔🤨🤨

⤷ theofficialyn did charles told you to comment this, arthur? 🤣

⤷ charles_leclerc I’m trying to avoid a future track collision here, Yn!

⤷ landonorris you guys so dramatic 🤦‍♂️

danielricciardo Happy birthday, Yn!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🙌🏻

carlossainz55 feliz cumpleaños, hamilton! ❤️❤️

scuderiaferrari so she HAS been bringing you sweets huh?

⤷ theofficialyn they’re all healthy I promise, I even talked with the nutritionist 😇

⤷ georgerussell63 rumor has it she didn’t talk with the nutricionista

⤷ georgerussell63 but they’re all healthy anyways, calories free and all, even I eat some!!!

⤷ theofficialyn I was about to call alex to beat ur ass!

franciscac.gomes feliz aniversário, yn! 🥹🥰💗 te amo!!!

⤷ theofficialyn I love you more, kikaaaa! 💘💘

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mickschumacher I am the luckiest guy for having you in my life. I still remember the first time I saw you, and to this day I still feel all giddy whenever you walk into the room. I wanna spend the rest of my life by your side, smiling, laughing, crying, talking, sharing every moment. I wish you the happiest birthday, and an even happier life, Schatzi. I love you 💛 here’s to many more birthdays together

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ynsunshine the mickey shirt 😭

⤷ spanishgp23 isn’t that how yn calls him?

⤷ ynsunshine exactly!!!!! 😭

estebanocon happy birthday, yn!! 🩵🩵🩵

mercedesamgf1 happy birthday to the merc’s garage sunshine 💓

theofficialyn forever 💗

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theofficialyn

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theofficialyn had a great time in Brazil with some even greater people 💛💚💙🤍

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brunamarquezine te amooooo! 🩵🩵 (Ily)

keepupwthehamiltons I saw yn was with Iza too, and I’m manifesting something between iza and lewis like 😩😩 they would be so powerful together

mickschumacher ❤️

satelliteferrari mick showing up twice 🥰 she really said MY man

lewishamilton thank you for always having my back 💙

⤷ theofficialyn you’re my forever number 1! Love you, lew 😘

⤷ hamiltonsiblings my forever number 1 😀🥲☹️😭 meanwhile my brother calls me ugly in every possible language

1directiontrack I say give Yn the citizen title too 🇧🇷

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher vegas, baby! 😚

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gaslightgasly I wonder if the last pic isnt a soft launch for his new seat next year 👀

⤷ schumicedes I haven’t thought about it, but it makes sense…

mickynshipper I love how they’re the center of each others posts 😩💗

sainzleclerc God, I’ve seen what you done for others 🙇‍♀️

estebanocon I like the new haircut 😎

gaslybestie I can’t be the only one who had some very age restricted thoughts with the fourth pic…

⤷ vettelforever oh you’re def not alone on this train bestie

porscheschumi I am invested on this porsche 2024 mick!! omg omg

December, 2023

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theofficialyn & mickschumacher

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theofficialyn it's the most beautiful time of the year 😍❤️🎄

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lewishamilton sickenly cute, but ily 🤍

ginaschumacher its even prettier sharing it with you guys 💚

ynfan2 the way they're always included in each other's dump is so wholesome, I bet they waited way too long to do it, and now it must feel liberating

⤷ russellsainz they're showing off but I would too if I dated one of them

estebanocon merry xmas!! 🎅

sunnyyn its their first Christmas together I'm crying pls

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[rascalentertainments]

Hey! Finally decided to write out a few questions I had about Wish Granted, so here they are.

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Who’s your head canon voice for WG!Flazino? You may have already said in another post but I couldn’t remember. (UaS!Flazino’s is Milo Manheim, if you’re curious.)

On that note, how do you think WG!Magnifico and Amat would react to Flazino being prince and the biological son of UaS!Manuel and Amaya?

What other Disney movie do you think you drew the most inspiration from, if any?

Do we get to see an actual wish ceremony in the story? If so, when?

Lastly, any hints towards the ending?

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It’s not a lot, but I’m kinda late to the party so most of the good ones have already been asked. Hope you’re doing well <3

HIIIII! I'm so sorry I'm late to this! Been finally designing the villains, and working, so I had to try and make time for this!

I briefly mentioned it in Chapter 1, but that was so long ago, lol. 😆 WG!Flazino is voiced by Josh Keaton! He's actually been in a few Disney projects, including the voice of Young Hercules! Chose him because he has a voice that fits his range of emotion from stressed out, to snarky, to genuinely trying his best. Plus he has a great singing voice. (Also, LOVE your voice for UaS!Flazino!)

2. On one hand, they'd applaud them for getting their Flazino under control with little to no hesitation or resistance. On the other, they're appalled that UaS!Royals even HAD a kid! WG!Magnifico and Amaya don't plan on having heirs, they want to stay in power longer than humanily possible, so they need all the magic they can get.

WG!Amaya would share a few spells that can UaS!Amaya to spy on UaS!Flazino when he's out of sight, or even spy on any possible traitor in the kingdom. (And they'd exchange tea recipes) Their respective pets would get along as well.

UaS!Magnifico would get along GREAT with WG!Mags. They both want the power of a star, and WG!Mags actually succeeded in getting a taste of that power. I can definitely see them going on and on about how hard it is to keep their Flazino's in line. Only, WG!Magnifico would slightly respect UaS!Flazino more for being a royal and not a peasant like WG!Flazino.

3. Hercules, big time! In fact, Wish Granted is part of an homage to the Disney Renaissance movies, where they just had super creative films one after the other! Hercules is actually one of my all time favorite Disney films, and Star's personality and strength is heavily inspired from it! Hell, a LOT of the humor is similar to Hercules, especially in Magnifico! (Plus I have a superhero story in development where is a combination of Wish, Hercules and Superman.)

4. Yes, actually! 😂 I didn't realize I NEVER showed one in the beginning. Oh my gosh, I'm embarrassed….

So it'll be shown during the set up for the finale! Once the royals gather up the people to make 100 wishes, they take in another newcomer to demonstrate their power. (So 101 actually!), it'll basically show what will become of the Hamlet when their wishes are taken. Magnifico plans to just eat them all and kill them on the spot if Asha doesn't give up Star.

5. I'll give you HINTS!!

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Hello there gorgeous 😂

May I request Bad boy!Ghost in leather jacket on motorbike? Bonus : they’re going on a midnight date 🤗

Midnight Dining

A/N: Omg hey Bestie! I got you girl, don’t you worry about a thing! ;) We love us a leather clad Ghosty <3 Thank you so much for this! Also this was a lot longer than I expected lol sorry

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Civilian Reader

Warnings: Hints of religion. Bad Boy/Good Girl. Cursing. Innuendos A little touching here and there in suggestive spots. A little Good-Girl-Next-Door Moment

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Oh God, how hard it was to resist a man such as Simon. He was such - you almost hated to say it - bad boy. But only God knew how irresistible a bad boy was when he was also a good man.

You were blessed to have him as your neighbor. Maybe not so much when your father's eyes never left his him every time he stared from the window or from the garage or from the mailbox.

You hadn't talked to him much, but you figured he was nice, right? He always let the neighborhood kids watch him work on his bike. It made your throat dry every time you watched him from your bedroom window. And let's just say he may have caught you a few times. The way you'd know if when he'd look towards your bedroom window, not quite looking at you, but he'd shoot you with a half smirk and wave a towel in your direction, pretending to swat an imaginary fly away.

"What's got you all flustered?" Your mother chuckled as she came in your room and stood beside you, smiling as she realized what - or who - you were looking at. "What's his name?"

"His name is Simon."

"He's cute. Have you talked to him?"

"A few times."

"A few times too many." You and your mother turn and see your father in the doorway, looking at the both you sternly with a folded newspaper.

Pouting slightly, your mother puts her hands over your shoulders as she talks back to her husband, "Oh hush, a harmless crush doesn't hurt." Your mother winked at you

"Yeah yeah you say that and our little girl is getting her heart broken by some thug." Your father pointed the newspaper at you and your mother.

"Daddy! Stop it! He's in the military!"

"Even worse!"

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"Daddy, please let me get Simon, he can help you!"

Your father grumbled and mumbled and cursed under his breath as he stood up from the hood of the old car in the garage. He wiped his forehead and sighed deeply as he looked at you.

"Forget about me liking him, at least let him take a look at the car."

"Fine."

Squealing, you quickly walked over to Simon's house. You become more nervous with each step that you took as you approached his front door. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door firmly three times. Waiting made you anxious.

Then you heard noises from his garage and looked over, slowly walking over. Your eyes widened at the sight. You knew he had a motorcycle - you'd seen him ride it almost every day when he was back from the military.

You didn't know what he did in the military, but you didn't want to pry. You watched as he worked on the side of his bike, his back was towards you. His white tank top was nearly soaked in sweat, his shoulders glistened from his sweat. You looked down at your feet when he turns his head and sees you

He stands up and wipes his hands on a towel, "Y/N."

"H-Hey! Daddy needs some help with the car, if you're not busy, do you mind taking a look at it?" You blushed, fiddling with your fingers as you struggled to keep eye contact with him.

He shot you with a small smile and nodded, "Lead the way, missy."

He walked beside you back to your garage, speaking softly to you until you approached your father. It wasn't often you heard him speak. Most of the time when you heard him speak in public, his voice was dark and deep. When he spoke to you, it was soft and round around the edges - for your ears only. You looked at your father with almost pleading eyes, begging him to be nice.

"Y/N said you had car troubles, Sir."

"Yeah, mind taking a look at the engine?" Your father stepped to the side and allowed Simon to take a look at the engine. Both men were tense when interacting with each other, thus making you a little nervous. You let them work and went back inside.

After a while you come back out with a pitcher of lemonade and a few glasses. To your pleasant surprise, your father and Simon are not having a heated discussion.

"Either of you want some lemonade?"

Both men looked at you as you placed two glasses on a stool and poured them each a glass, handing each of them a glass. Your father thanked you, and your name rolled off of Simon's tongue after he thanked you.

"Oh, Simon, let me pay you for helping me today- Y/N, would you be a darling and get me my wallet."

Simon raised his hand in protest and shook his head, "No, it's alright. The lemonade will suffice."

"Are you crazy? Let me pay you."

After a few minutes of light arguing, Simon was amused and finally suggested, "How about this: You let me take Y/N out on a date. A dinner"

Your father cocked his head, a vein beginning to bulge on his forehead. He looked over at you, you were in the front yard, helping your mother with something, pretending not to listen, then back at Simon.

"I know what you think of me, Sir, but you can't always protect your daughter - let me protect her also."

With all honesty, your father was surprised to hear Simon say that. Simon was a little rough around the edges. He'd come home late at night, music blaring during the wee hours of the night. The stories echoing throughout town of Simon beating a man half to death for looking at him funny.

He didn't have to help your father with the car. He didn't have to fix the mailbox the other day when the neighbor's kid drove into it. He didn't have to bring flowers to his daughter on her birthday.

Reluctantly nodding, your father agreed, then looked at him sternly, "I want her back in one piece, Simon. Don't let your eyes ever leave her, so help me God. And I want her back by one."

Simon held out his hand, waiting for it to be shaken by your father. He shook it, then said, "Now go ask her."

Smiling, Simon walked over to you, nervousness hovering over him - which was unusual. He didn't actually think he'd actually get to ask you out. "Y/N?"

You looked up from the rose bushes and stood up, smiling gently up at him, "Hi, Simon. You and Daddy fix the car?"

"Yeah, she's all good now," He swallowed hard, looked away for a moment, then back down at you, then blurting out, "I'm going to pick you up at eight tonight."

Giggling, you held your hand over your mouth. Simon's cheeks blushing slightly.

"Oh? What for?"

"Dinner. We're taking the bike. Think you'll be ready by then?"

"I'll be ready by then."

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Eight o'clock in the evening came just too quickly. Simon had showered and probably put too much cologne on. He checked his watch and quickly put his leather jacket on. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the bouquet of flowers from his kitchen counter on his way out and walked over to your house. After ringing your door bell, he turned around, almost afraid to continue. He felt like a school boy. but you were so pretty - so kind, and soft, and caring.

He told you almost nothing of his military life, but he'll never forget the one time you told him, You have a good heart, Simon. A good and kind heart.

God, were you too good for him. He wished he'd never met you. He'd never think he could ever be in your presence, but here he was, about to take you on a date.

"Simon?"

He didn't hear the door open. The thoughts of you distracted him. He turned around to see you, dressed in a long red dress. His chest tightened at the sight of you.

"C'mon in, I just need to get my shoes."

He stepped inside your home, then handed you the flowers he'd gotten. You closed the door behind him and gladly took them, "Oh, Simon, these are so pretty! Thank you!"

"Here, let me take them. I'll put them in a vase, you get your shoes." Your mother took the flowers from you, leaving you, Simon, and your father. You took a moment to take in his appearance. It wasn't often that he wore his leather jacket - usually when he rode his bike. And he fixed his hair - or at least it looked a little neater.

"You look really nice, Simon."

Blushing slightly, he smiled gently at you, taking in your appearance. He always thought you were beautiful. Always dolled up - even to the grocery store - even when you didn't need to. He'd sometimes see you in your window as you got ready.

"You look beautiful, Y/N."

Your father cleared his throat, breaking your attention from Simon. You looked back up at Simon, "Let me get my shoes - be right back." You quickly left and smiled at your father.

Your gather looked at Simon, his cheeks and smile disappearing. Your father looked at Simon for a moment before speaking. Simon felt silly for doing this. But he wanted this to be nice. He wanted this to be special. He wanted tho make you happy.

"You see the world differently, Simon. We see the world differently."

Slightly confused at his remarks, he watched as your father rolled up one of his sleeves, revealing several military tattoos. Simon looked at your father with a new found respect.

"Won't let her out of my sight, Sir."

You came back with your mother following closely behind her, both of you giggling. Simon and your father looked at you. You stood beside him and looked up at him with a bright smile, "Ready?"

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A smile was plastered on your face the whole motorcycle ride - there was so much adrenaline and excitement. Your favorite part was when right before you left, he gave you his leather jacket to wear while he drove to the diner. You can't remember ever going this fast. Once you'd arrived to the diner, Simon helped you off the bike.

About to take the jacket off, Simon stopped you, "Leave it on."

Blushing slightly, you smiled softly. Before going into the diner, you took a hold of his hand. He looked down at your hand holding his, bewildered at the action, but more so as to how your hands were so soft and small compared to his rough and large ones. He didn't want you to let go.

He opened up the door of the diner and let you walk inside first. Throughout the night, Simon couldn't take his eyes off of you. The two off you sat in a booth at the back of the diner. You sat on the inside and he sat beside you, his body turned so that if covered you - shielding you - from the outside world. You kept his jacket on you. It kept you warm. It kept you shielding. It smelled like him. You wished you could stay like this forever.

By the time you'd left the restaurant, it was nearly midnight, Simon's arm wrapped around your shoulders as you walked out. About halfway back to his motorcycle, you heard whistles and cat calling.

"Ooooh what's a pretty lady like you doing out here." How the group of three men ignored Simon, you not him knew. They flocked towards you, making Simon hold you close to his body. You felt scared and felt his chest tighten. You briefly looked up at him, seeing his jaw tense up. But before any of the men could reach you, he quickly moved you behind his body, "Y/N, go back inside."

"But Simon-"

"Y/N- Go back inside."

Swallowing hard, you somewhat did as you were told. You did walk back to the diner, but stayed outside, watching as Simon attempted to de-escalate the situation. You noticed a considerable change in Simon when one of the men attempted to punch him.

Avoiding the punch, a switch flipped in Simon's mind, enraging him. Simon punched the first man back down to the ground. Barely being able to fight against the other two men. You yelled for him to stop, but too afraid to step in.

Seeing red, Simon finally was able to knock all three men down, wiping his bleeding nose and mouth, watching them as they groaned on the ground. He spit out blood filled drool and looked over at the diner.

He felt proud that he protected you, but he also felt ashamed. He didn't want you to see him like this. He wanted to keep his work away from you - and this was a glimpse of the world that he didn't want you to see.

But the way that he saw you running up to him, tears in your eyes, pleading at him to come inside to be cleaned up? Oh God Almighty did he want to leave everything to make sure you'd never shed a tear ever again.

"Simon." Your voice was trembling. You tried so hard to keep yourself from crying. You'd taken him into one of the bathrooms and one of the waitresses gave you a first-aid kit to clean him up.

Simon watched as you struggled to clean his face from blood, feeling ashamed, feeling dirty.

"Y/N, please look at me."

"Why?"

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't want you to get hurt..." It was almost a whisper. He almost didn't hear it.

Simon took a hold of your hands and held them against his face, "No one can ever hurt me, Y/N. Not when you're with me."

Before you could react, he let go one of your hands and placed it behind your head, gently pushing you towards his face. He gently kissed your lips. For a soldier, his lips were surprisingly soft - and you'd never imagined that your first kiss with Simon would be in a diner bathroom after a fight with three men.

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[anthrofreshtodeath]

I think the OP just turned on the first two seasons of R&I and jotted down this list of prompts 😂

How about a little " hangouts that start to feel more and more like dates" please and thank you.

I do hope this won't be your last prompt challenge!

Sorry this is so late 🫠 but hey, I wrote something!

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The first time they’d hung out, Jane had brought a giant bag of peanut m&ms and extra butter popcorn. Maura had called it a movie night, after all. It was early on in their friendship, and Jane had been excited when she trotted up to the front door with her snacks in one hand, and a six pack in the other. She’d hiked up her long leg to press the doorbell with her boot, and was in the middle of putting it down when Maura swung the door open.

“H-hi,” Jane said, cheeks ruddy from sheepishness as much as the crisp fall air.��

Maura had smiled, and then looked down. “Can I help you with something?���

Jane held the grocery bag with the food in it. “Thanks,” she said, “sometimes carrying stuff is still, uh, kinda hard.” She didn’t brandish her scars, but their pointed eye contact told her Maura had understood.

Maura then nodded to the beer. “I have a place in the refrigerator where you can put that,” she told Jane. “Come in.”

Jane had whistled. “Nice place you got here,” she commented as she looked up at the high vaulted ceilings and the gleaming marble countertops.

“I rent,” Maura confessed. “I just moved back to Boston… well, when we met, actually. And I am being judicious about where I would like to own. So most of the decor came with the house.”

“I woulda never guessed,” Jane said. She pointed to the fridge, stainless steel, wide, and clean. Maura affirmed. “No offense, but rich suits you.”

“None taken. I am rich,” said Maura, with palms against the fabric of the jeans on her hip. 

Jane would have spit beer out of her mouth if there’d been any. “And humble, too,” she chuckled. Both at Maura’s comment and at the fact that Maura could no longer resist the bag she brought in. Maura rummaged through it with equal parts fascination and disgust. “You good?”

Maura peered up. “Do you really eat all this during one film?”

Jane curled a brow. “No…” she elongated it. “I got it for us to share.”

“Oh!” said Maura, then her face fell. “Oh, that… that’s very sweet. I…”

“You don’t eat any of this junk, do you?” asked Jane kindly. Her eyes crinkled and her lips pursed like she was trying not to laugh.

“Not at all,” said Maura on a whoosh of relieved air. “The hydrogenated oils are-”

“Don’t.” Jane held up her hand, “ruin it for me. But, that’s good to know. What do you like to eat during… films?” she asked with no small amount of humor. But when Maura opened her mouth to answer, Jane stopped her. “No no. You know what? Don’t tell me. I’m your friend; lemme figure you out.”

Maura had blushed and said nothing. But she’d smiled and showed Jane to the living room where they’d be watching what she’d picked out.

___

Subsequent hangouts got easier. Like this one - a long week called for a late Friday night at home. Maura had purchased the townhouse on Pickney about half a year prior, and since Angela moved in not long after, it was the place Jane thought of when she conjured the word home in her mind. And, yes, it was movie night, but a newer venue also called for newer fare - namely, gourmet charcuterie from the deli a few blocks from Jane’s apartment, and a good wine from the Whole Foods in Beacon Hill. Not, y’know, a six hundred dollar bottle a-la Tommy’s FBI debacle the previous week, but something good. 

Something Jane knew Maura liked. 

Something she and Maura had drunk before. And so, balancing everything in one hand, Jane used her key to open the door, and when she heard the muffled voices of a conference call on the second floor - the governor did tend to call Maura late, much to Jane’s chagrin - she set the items on the counter and went to the cupboards to pull out the decanter. She’d peeled off all the horrid labels her mother placed under each shelf when Ian was here, and it’d felt like something she’d had to do.

Strip Maura of the stinging past, restore the present to as it was before him, so that they could move forward into the future. 

Put off by the taste of that experience, Jane pulled out the candles Maura reserved for those truly trying times: decadent spices and citrus that reminded Jane of herself. And she thought it sounded egotistical but she had enough comfort in Maura’s space to own that - she liked the house to smell like that because she belonged there, not because she wanted to mark her territory. Ian’s mountain of medical supplies had felt like the opposite. Felt like a threat. 

Tommy’s bottle of wine had felt more like fumbling in the dark. Like something he wanted and knew he couldn’t have, but had to take a shot at anyway. 

Jane’s bottle of wine, the one she poured into the decanter, and Jane’s candles, which were really Maura’s, the ones she lit to waft up to Maura, to ease her into relaxation on the way down from her call, felt like what a Friday night should be. 

Felt like a well-worn routine. 

To further the routine, she pulled a board out from a cabinet next to the oven, and arranged meats, cheeses, and dried fruits in the pattern Maura liked, the one that seemed most calming. Before Maura, Jane didn’t even know that meat could be arranged in a calming way. After Maura, Jane learned that most perceivable things could bring calm, or bring stress. She’d adapted well, considering. Went for easily identifiable, separate food groups. 

“You’re early,” Maura’s voice roused Jane from her contemplation. She was barefoot, and had changed into yoga pants and an oversized sweater, with her hair pinned up. “Oooh - figs.” She reached over as Jane worked, and their fingers brushed on her way to the fruit. “Thank god autumn is here.”

“Those are all you,” Jane teased, “I’m all about the prashut’ right here.” She lifted the paper thin meat to her mouth and dropped it in. “Things, uh, things go well on your call?” 

Maura shrugged. “The governor is an obstinate man,” she began, “but I know how to bring him down. And explain artfully that Popov is not really my problem, but his.”

“That guy is everybody’s problem,” Jane commented when she pulled a beer from the new, glass-door fridge. “If you need me to forcefully suggest retirement to him, just let me know.”

Maura laughed, bubbly and bright. When Jane returned, Maura placed a hand on her shoulder. “I trust he’d take the hint,” she said.

“I’m good at givin’ hints,” Jane joked. She caught the blush with which Maura stared down again at the spread, and it confused her. She caught the wistful glance toward the wine, aerating in the fanciful glass Jane’d poured it into, and maybe Maura was just hungry. Just tired after a long day and needing a drink to take the edge off. 

“Hmm,” was all that Maura offered in response, like an agreement but about something else.

The something else itched at Jane. “I’ll take this over to the couch,” she said, moving slow, balancing the board in her left hand and nodding toward the living area.

“I’ll bring the wine and start a fire,” said Maura. When she looked up, she smiled softly at Jane, as she often did.

This time, Jane shuddered just before she headed toward the coffee table. 

___

“I heard,” Maura breathed out when she answered the door. 

Jane stood there, still dressed for the work day, just like Maura. This was what hangouts between them sometimes devolved into now - Jane felt worn out, and felt like she looked it, too. Maura looked just as perfect as when she’d started the day, when Jane had waltzed into the foyer a much happier woman in search of her morning coffee. 

Maura had handed it to her, like Maura handed her a beer now. The clock on the microwave read 11:12 PM and she had work the next morning, but Jane wanted to get drunk. She scrunched her face in displeasure, crossed her eyes to be silly and to note her frustration. “Honestly surprised it took this long for Tommy to knock someone up,” she said. When she walked in, Maura hovered close behind. Jane felt Maura-ness all along her back. 

Maura caught Jane’s hand just as Jane went to pop the top of her beer off on the granite. “Don’t ruin my counters,” Maura warned. She took the beer back, twisted the cap, and waited. 

Jane knew what she waited for, too, so she turned around with haste, between Maura’s front and the lip of the countertop. “It’ll give ‘em character,” Jane teased.

Maura rolled her eyes. “And you don’t know that Tommy… knocked someone up,” she continued, the colloquialism familiar to her brain but foreign on her tongue. “It’s just a possibility.”

“I think it’s more likely than my pop doin’ it, at his age,” Jane grumbled. She lifted the bottle to her lips and let the Blue Moon rush down. Cold, bubbly, tangy. Perfect. 

“Well, I know nothing about your father’s sexual health, but given that we can assume he slept with Lydia multiple-”

Jane’s hand flew to Maura’s soft, soft lips. Had they always been this soft? It made Jane’s fingers jittery with the need to move, to touch. She pulled her hand down when Maura stopped talking. “Please, please don’t. Don’t go there.”

Maura put up her hands in surrender. “I ordered a pizza,” she offered a branch of reconciliation. 

Jane sighed. Pizza? Beer? The night, all because of Maura, seemed to be turning around. “Sounds perfect. You know, why can’t Tommy find something like-”

Uh oh. 

This time she stopped herself, not Maura. Something like this? Something easy, something heady, something in a nice home with a beautiful woman who… Jane needed to run. She’d already said too much. But, Jane was trapped.

“Like this,” Maura chanced. She moved closer. Jane’s anxiety wafted toward Maura on a noxious wave of fear and need, but, Jane watched Maura persist. She watched conviction literally light up Maura’s eyes. Increased moisture catching the light over the kitchen island, Maura would have said, but still. Maura unclasped her own hands and opened her arms, not wide out at her sides like a barrier, but palms out, close to her sides like an invitation. “Like you. And me.”

Jane nodded, and then her face crumpled. What in the hell, besides this very reason, was she doing at her friend’s house at 11 at night, drinking beer and sulking because her brother just made all of their lives so much more complicated? Didn’t women call their girlfriends to vent all about life problems as they had a nice night in at their own places, watching shitty reality tv and drinking? Didn’t they send a text saying something along the lines of “OMG my brother’s an asshole and I’m struggling and really need to talk to you about it over coffee tomorrow?” 

They certainly didn’t show up at their friend’s place close to midnight to stand in front of them, soul bare, and blurt out… feelings.

But Maura didn’t really seem interested in what women usually do with their friends either. She knew what they did. So, Jane slumped forward, into the invitation, and Maura caught her.

“I don’t think many people get to find something like this,” Maura began, wrapping her arms around Jane’s tired shoulders and pulling her even closer when Jane sighed. “Do you?”

Jane still held her beer in one hand between them, with the other clutching at the fabric of Maura’s dress between her shoulder blades. “Nah,” she answered. “I guess not.”

[virgo-mess]

Good Cop, Bad Cop

I forgot to mention this is a request from @karatekels!

And there will be three parts to this! Next chapter is dubcon and should be up hopefully tomorrow evening or possibly early morning depending on how quick I can crank it out for you. This part is on the longer side, but I felt like reader and Cash needed a little more development.

Enjoy!

TW: Abduction, Vague mentions of abuse, mentions of unhealthy attachment styles, depression, bleeding, pressure points, police corruption, tiny bit of fluff in some areas but it's slightly manipulative so....... 😂 I think maybe Cash actually does mean it, but I honestly can't decide what do you guys think?

Chapter 2: Romantic Cop?

Reader’s Pov

            You take a deep breath as you stare up at the ceiling in your childhood bedroom. Debating on whether you wanted to get up today or not; you knew you had to eventually Daisy wanted you to go to her last fitting with her and try on the two maid of honor dress options she had picked out for you. You found that without having to go to work getting out of bed was hard for you now. You guess the post break up blues are finally catching up to you; the emotional numbness you had felt for so long was finally starting to disappear. You knew you’d be sad, but you hadn’t expected to feel so lonely.

            “Y/N” comes your mother’s voice form outside your closed bedroom door. You let out a soft sigh knowing that she’s coming to have one of her signature heart to heart discussions. You knew one was coming, your boss had told her about your panic attack in the office last week. You were surprised she hadn’t tried to force one on you the day you had got there.

            “You can come in” you replied softly as you moved yourself into a sitting position. Your mom opened the door slowly and walked over to your bed with a tray in her hands. She gave you a loving smile and a kiss on the head before setting it on your lap. It was filled with all your favorite foods and a fresh cup of tea. “Thanks mom” you said picking up a cinnamon roll and taking a bite.

            “You’re welcome pumpkin. We should really talk, you know. I know you don’t like to, and I think that’s my fault.” She admitted, your eyes snapped towards her in surprise. You furrow your brows taking a quick sip of tea before responding.

            “Why would you think that? It’s not your fault Jack cheated and left me for her…” you trail off trying not to think about it too hard because thinking about it still hurt even after two years. Your mom sighed placing a reassuring hand on top of your leg.

            “I know that’s not my fault, that wasn’t your fault either. I’m talking about the way you’re choosing to handle it being my fault. You already know I’ve talked about you in therapy, and we got to talking about what might cause your avoidance behavior. He said it usually all comes down to attachment styles that develop in early childhood.” She said slowly, you resist the urge to roll your eyes and take another bite of your cinnamon roll to prevent a groan from escaping your lips. You hadn’t planned on having a therapy session this morning and suddenly wished you had forced yourself out of bed to take your morning walk. You were actually supposed to go on it with Cash but left him a text message saying you weren’t feeling well and that you’d see him at the fitting later. You and Cash had been spending the days before the wedding catching up and hanging out. You find it a bit odd Cash has all but glued himself to your side, but you can’t bring yourself to mind because you actually enjoy his company. The last few years in New York were so lonely, most of the friends you had were friends with your ex-boyfriend first so when shit hit the fan not many picked you in the “divorce”. Being with Cash was helping you sort through all your feelings in a weird therapeutic type of way. All your alone time had defiantly rekindled your childhood crush, you were starting to feel butterflies when he smiled at you again. You never had the courage to act on your feelings back then and you weren’t sure you were ready to act on them now, it’s not like he was going to stick around if he knew anyway. You were sure that when the wedding was over, he’d go back to Cleveland and disappear for another twelve years. You weren’t sure if you could handle him abandoning you a second time.

            “And what did he decide my attachment style was?” you ask just to humor her. Your mom gave you a knowing sort of look as she watched you take another sip of tea.

            “He said it sounds like you have a disorganized attachment style. He can’t be sure unless he sees you, have you reconsidered therapy?” she said, you furrow your brows at her again. You didn’t know all that much about attachment styles, but you did know what that one was usually caused by.

            “Mom, you and dad didn’t abuse or neglect me” you said finally, you honestly didn’t remember that much about him anyway but what you did remember wasn’t scary.

            “The abuse doesn’t have to be done to you. I did my best to shield you from it, but your father and I had a very violent relationship and there were defiantly times you were afraid of him. That’s why I got sole custody” she said honestly. You slowly nod your head even though you don’t agree with the assessment.

            “You did great mom. I know you did your best. People cope in different ways, and I know the way I chose to do it wasn’t healthy, but I don’t think it has anything to do with an unhealthy attachment style. What brought you to this conclusion?” you asked, trying to understand what she was getting at.

“Cash Ewing” she said simply, you feel a deep blush creep up on you suddenly remembering you told her you guys had been meeting up for your morning walks.

“Cash Ewing made you think I have a disordered attachment style” you said in disbelief, this time you don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes as you take a sip of tea. Your mom gives you a long knowing sort of look that makes you want to shy away from this conversation.

“Yes, Cash Ewing. You guys were always so smitten with each other, everyone always thought you were going to be high school sweethearts just like Pete and Daisy. You never could tell him how you felt about him back then and you still can’t seem to tell him how you feel about him now. Why did you cancel your walk this morning?” she asked, you let out an exasperated sigh as you finish your breakfast before forcing yourself out of bed.

“You’re being ridiculous mom; I just wasn’t feeling well this morning. I feel a bit better now, so I’ll walk over to his mom’s house and see if he’s still in, ok?” You said, avoiding eye contact with her as you head to the bathroom.

“Okay, pumpkin” you can hear the note of defeat in her voice, and you hear her shuffling around before she finally leaves your room without another word.

After a quick shower you decide to get dressed, you rummage through your suitcase for a long while. You let out an exasperated sigh when you notice a large chunk of your clothes are missing, you were sure your mom took them to wash them but a lot of them weren’t even worn. You settle on a pair of denim shorts and a crop top before slipping on a pair of white sneakers. You glance at yourself one more time before heading down the stairs and out the front door to head over to the Ewing house. Before you even make it to the door Cash pops out with a big grin on his face and you can’t help the way you blush because he had to have been waiting for you to change your mind. Probably sat in the armchair watching out the window the same way he used to do when you were kids.

“Hey Y/N, are you feeling better?” he asked, walking down the front steps in long strides towards you. You nod your head in reply taking in his outfit for the day, dark jeans, and a blue button-down shirt. You wonder how he still manages to look like he just walked out of a magazine spread in such a mundane looking outfit.

“Yeah, I know it’s a bit late, but we can go to the fitting and then go for a walk or grab lunch if you still want to” you said trying to keep the hopeful tone out of your voice. Cash gives you another smile, but you see something dark flicker in his eyes again. You haven’t been able to figure out what that dark emotion is. Sometimes he still comes off as the innocent carefree Cash from your youth but other times he comes off dark, brooding, and dangerous. The darkness honestly terrifies you, but you still can’t help how much you want to be close to him. You assume it’s just because you’re feeling a bit overly emotional these days.

“Of course, I still want to, Butterfly. I want to be wherever you are” he said nonchalantly with a comforting smile on his face, but his words send a spine-tingling shiver down your back. You feel your cheeks heat up now feeling slightly nervous as you gaze into his icy blue eyes. Cash gives you a coquettish grin that you find a bit arousing in the moment; you feel his long fingers trail gently down the length of your arm before they lace with your smaller ones. Everything in your head is telling you to pull away but you can’t bring yourself to do it.

“Okay, my car is in the garage” you said coyly, looking down at your laced fingers in bewilderment. You hadn’t held hands since you were ten, you find that holding his hand makes a wave of happiness wash over you. The happiness is soured by you reminding yourself that he’d be abandoning you again soon, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away because you still want to be close to him.

“Why don’t we take mine, you don’t have to use all your gas on me.” Cash said giving your hand a firm but gentle tug towards his truck. You give him a nervous sort of smile, something is still telling you to pull away from him, that going with him today wouldn’t be a good idea. That you were going to regret ever allowing yourself to enjoy being with him because he was going to hurt you in the end.

“Okay” you replied timidly, Cash gives you a smile that takes your breath away as he guides you to his truck. He opens the door before tenderly scooping you into his arms and setting you gingerly on the seat.  “Thanks Cash, but you didn’t have to do that” you said blushing furiously. Cash let out a deep chuckle before shutting your door and heading over to the driver’s side.

Cash’s Pov

            “It’s my job to protect and serve, Butterfly. Can’t have you hurting yourself” Cash said flashing you another dazzling smile, appreciating the way you flush for him. Watching as you rolled your eyes at him playfully.

            “I know how to get into a truck without hurting myself Cash” you said with a cute giggle. Seeing you this happy made him feel slightly bad about what he was going to do to you later. He had planned on waiting to make you his until after the wedding; he was just going to sneak into your hotel room and seduce you. Make it all romantic even with flowers, champagne, and some long-winded declaration of love. He supposed he could still do some of that when he cuffed you to the bed and The Wings Neck Lighthouse would still be romantic. His words would be true, but you might have some trouble believing them when you were under duress. He was still trying to make it good for you at least, he did want you to be happy, he just didn’t want you to be happy without him. You really left him no choice after you promptly cancelled on him this morning, you didn’t even have the nerve to call just sent a half assed text message. Cash gazes at you for a long moment before pulling out of the driveway, he remembered what happened the last time you canceled on him out of the blue and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.

            “Well, I can’t be too sure about that, you broke your arm four times. I wanted to nickname you Fragile, but Butterfly seemed a better fit for you.” he said teasingly enjoying the cute giggles you give him in response. He was relieved you didn’t seem to notice all the bags filled with groceries, his clothes, and your clothes in the back of the truck. He charmed your mom before she went up to your room giving her very vague information about what he planned for today. She came bounding down the stairs with a duffle bag filled with more clothes than you were going to need; he hadn’t planned on holding you hostage forever. You both still had to be in the wedding after all but that was a couple days away. He could do what he wanted and then clean it up in time. He wasn’t technically abducting you, you got in the car pretty willingly for him and didn’t ask any questions about where he’d be taking you. He’d give you little bits of information right up until he couldn’t anymore, if you tried to run, he’d simply use a few compliance pressure points to subdue you. It shouldn’t be hard his size was his advantage after all. From the outside this all just looked like a grand romantic gesture, and something told him you wanted him as much as he wanted you. You were just too afraid to make a move, luckily for you he wasn’t anymore.

            “Why is that?” you asked curiously, staring at him with big eyes. Cash feels a smile tug across his face, he always loved when you looked at him that way. Like he was the best thing to ever grace the planet. Under these circumstances, however it makes him feel bitter, if he was the best thing to ever exist then how did you leave him so easily? He was sure he’d be getting all his answers tonight whether you wanted to or not.

            “Because they’re delicate and beautiful and I thought you were too” he said nonchalantly, and because he felt them in his stomach every time you were around. He glances at you one last time to see you looking a little sad. “You still are Y/N” he said, hoping to you smile again since it might be the last one you give him for a while. Hopefully you weren’t going to make tonight too hard on him, he’d be getting what he wanted either way. You were going to finally be his, he didn’t care how you guys got there, all he cared about was finally ending the day inside you. Cape Cod was the perfect place to do it.

            “Thanks Cash” you said with a timid looking smile and rosy cheeks.

Reader’s Pov

            You make it through your fitting quickly with Daisy deciding on a satin slit dress with floral detailing to set you apart from the other bridesmaids. You blushed furiously when Cash showered you with compliments, you awkwardly threw a few back at him when you saw him in his suit. You hadn’t seen him in one since prom, which you sadly didn’t even go to together. You did notice he was being even nicer to you today than he usually was, romantic even. There was even a moment where you thought he was going to kiss you. You of course shied away and played it off because kissing him would make him abandoning you again, harder to handle. After the fitting he told you he made a reservation at your favorite restaurants down in Cape Cod and said he had another surprise for you after. You and Cash had spent so many summers down in Cape Cod running up and down the sandy beaches often with Pete and Daisy in toe. You missed the way things were in those innocent years, those ones before the dread of awkward adolescence crept up on you both.

            “I should call my mom” you said awkwardly, feeling flattered but skeptical as you reached in your pocket for you cell phone but realize it isn’t there. You try to remember where you left it, and you grumble bitterly to yourself when you realize trust issues are a sign of a disorganized attachment style. You suddenly hated your mother for bringing this to your attention; you’d rather be blissfully unaware because that would mean you didn’t have to address all the real reasons you never told Cash how you felt. “Have you seen my phone?” You asked, looking over at him curiously. Cash shakes his head at you but doesn’t take his eyes off the road, this immediately sounds alarms in your head, but you don’t push further.

            “No, you don’t need to call her anyway, I already told her all about it this morning” he said nonchalantly as he pulled on to the express way. Cape Cod was only a half hour drive from Plymouth anyway and you did trust Cash just not enough to open up to him.

            “Is that why she came in my room with a tray full of my favorite foods?” you said narrowing your eyes at him, you see a small smirk twitch on his lips.

            “Maybe” he shrugged keeping his eyes trained on the road. You make it to Cape Cod around 1:30 and share a late lunch at the Belfry Inn and Bistro. You’re a bit surprised when Cash agrees to shop with you for a bit around the village because he always hated going shopping with you before.

            “Okay, what’s up?” you asked, narrowing your eyes up at him suspiciously. Cash furrows his eyebrows at you for a moment and you’re too focused on your little interrogation to be bothered with him wrapping his arms around your waist tightly.

            “What do you mean Butterfly?” he asked as he stopped you both in front of one of the flower carts. You give him a weighty look; Cash keeps his eyes focused on the cart and you start to feel a bit uneasy.

            “Why are you going shopping with me? You hate shopping and you’re acting weird” you said sharply, Cash lets out a long sigh and you don’t miss the way his shoulders tense as he tightens the grip he has around your waist. You squirm a little trying to create a little space between you, but you freeze in place when he shoots you an intense stare. His eyes soften up when you stop but his tight hold doesn’t let up.

            “I don’t mind shopping now, people can change” he said simply giving you a soft smile. You can’t help the sudden wave of jealousy you feel when it crosses your mind that he probably doesn’t mind now because some girl he dated also liked shopping. Of course, this change wasn’t prompted by you because you weren’t important to him in that way.

            “Gee, I wonder which girlfriend finally broke you in. The sex had to have been amazing if she coaxed Cashton Ewing into shopping with her willingly” you sneered, yanking yourself out of his grasp. You ignore his calls as you stomp into the next store. You can feel Cash lingering behind you as you frantically pull random items from the rack. Before rushing to the dressing room, hoping to create some distance between you two after letting your mask slip. You try on about twenty pairs of clothes as you try to figure out what prompted another mini meltdown. You didn’t have the excuse of being stressed. Your time back home had been quite enjoyable. You were having fun up until ten minutes ago. Maybe it was better if you just went back to your mom’s house. You let out a sigh, settling on a dress and a few skirts before getting redressed and walking up to the register. You avoid making eye contact with Cash, who is standing awkwardly at the end of the counter with flowers in his hand. You feel a wave of guilt pass through you as you hand the cashier your credit card, accepting your card and the bag she hands back to you.

            “Here Butterfly” Cash said softly reaching out to hand you the flowers when you make it over to him. There’s an unreadable expression on his face as he looks down at you with soft eyes.

            “Thank you” you said as you awkwardly accept the flowers from him. “I’m still not feeling that well, my stomach hurts I think I might be coming down with something. I know you had something planned so I can just take the bus” you said avoiding eye contact.

            “No” Cash said grabbing you by the arm firmly as he tugged you out of the store. He’s practically dragging you and you find it hard to keep up with his long strides.

            “What do you mean no?” you asked trying to keep yourself from falling over feeling nervous with how quickly his demeanor shifted. You can’t see his face because of how far you’ve fallen behind him, but you can tell that he’s angry.

            “No, you’re not going home. You’re getting back in my truck and you’re going with me” he said sharply, before wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling down. You scowl at him in disbelief.

            “No Cash, I want to go home” you said feeling yourself shudder against his side when he throws you a menacing glare.

            “I don’t really care what you want Y/N. All I’ve done my whole life is care about what you want. Now it’s time to care about what I want” he hissed; you feel a genuine wave of fear washing over you as you see his truck coming into focus. You start thrashing frantically, trying to free yourself from his grip; you had never seen him act this way before.

            “Please, I just want to go home Cash please take me back home. We can watch movies on the couch” you begged still trying to free yourself from his grip.

            “We can watch movies on the couch where we’re going too as long as you’re a good girl for me, Butterfly” he said teasingly as he yanked the car door open. You let out a gasp of surprise, realizing what he’s implying as he tries to lift you into the truck. You kicked back at him with a force you didn’t know you were capable of connecting with his knee. Cash lets out a hiss of pain but he lets his hands fall from your waist quickly. Without his arms there to steady you, you tumble to the ground and feel one of your knee’s scraps roughly against the gravel on the ground. You watch as blood rapidly flows from your new cut, and you look up to see Cash glaring at you with dark eyes filled with equal amounts of lust and sadness.

            “Just get in the truck, Y/N, please.” He said in a pleading tone as he reaches down to help you up, you shake your head feeling tears brim your eyes.

            “Only if you take me home” you demand hoarsely, you’re not sure why you allow him to pull you back to your feet, but you do. Cash brings his hands up to gingerly wipe the few tears that do manage to escape your eyes.

            “No, we have to talk about this. I’m not letting you run away from me again. So, get the fucking car, Y/N” he said in a soft threatening tone. You let out a whimper as you try to pull away from him again sharply, but Cash only tightens his hold on your face.

            “Then I’m not getting in the fucking car” you hissed giving him the coldest stare you could muster with tears streaming down your face. Cash lets out a pained sort of groan as he stares deep into your eyes, before sharply turning you to face the open truck door. Before you can even wonder what he’s doing you feel one hand cradle your chin firmly and his other thumb trailing to a tender spot on your neck right below your ear.

            “I’m sorry, Butterfly” he whispered before firmly pressing his thumb into your neck. You feel a shocking amount of pain flow through your jaw, and you let out a loud, high-pitched shriek. Cash takes the opportunity to hoist you into the truck before rushing to the driver’s side and locking the doors. You look over at him, feeling dismayed and cowering away from him when he moves in to comfort you. Sobs racking through your whole body. Cash shushes you as he runs his fingers in comforting circles up and down your legs. You hate the way your body seems to immediately relax into his touch.

            “It’s okay, Butterfly. Everything is going to be okay. You’ll see.” He croons placing soft kisses on the pressure point he just assaulted. Cash gives you one last charming smile before pulling out of the parking lot. You start to feel dizzy as your vision starts to blur in and out of focus. You faintly feel Cash wrap an arm around you, he gives you a gentle tug, and your head plops against his thigh. You look up at him with dazed, tired eyes.

            “It’s just from the stress, Butterfly. Go ahead and rest, we’ll be there before you know it” he said stoking your hair gently. You let out one last whimper before your whole world goes black.

Part 3 Part 4

[thegamingcatmom]

Hey there! Your characterisation of maggot mommy is just 🤌😩 I was wondering how she would react to us showing her actual affection that we initiated 😂

(Bri'ish accent unlocked) Good day to you, anon!

LAJSLASDLALSNJFALSF thank youuuuu!! 🥰🙈🥰  🙉 🥰🙊 🥰 

Yall don´t realize how fucking happy it makes me to see this fandom flourish and come to life and come together over one feral, unhinged demon!Momma who´s literally the walking dead and who´s got us in a chokehold but not one that´d seriously harm you hell no but just enough for you to feel it and feel the raw power that´s Momma and don´t you see it was meant to be? now and forever because nobody else can give you what she can and, while your countless efforts to save your toys are quite laughable to her, she can´t help but secretly adore you for your antics - her silly little Drama Queen - and did you really think that boy stood even the slightest of chances after he dared to lay his slimy fingers on you, tried to claim you even though you´ve already been claimed all day every day and there´s only one place for you and that place is by her side and under her and above her and in her and all around her and you reek of her so really-

That boy was asking to be strung up by his intestines.

And you´re Momma´s good girl, aren´t you? Staying faithfully by her side (it´s called trauma) as she rips and slices and claws and bites her way through flesh and muscle and sinew until all that´s left of that scum are bits and pieces which are now proudly hanging over the doorway like a mistletoe and they oddly remind you of pulled pork and you´d actually kill for having some right about now and-

Did someone mention a mistletoe?

Maggot Momma´s breathing quite heavily indeed and there´s actually a bit of drool dangling, still on a high, still energized and almost buzzing from putting on a show for you, from wanting to impress you and show you just how devoted she is to you by getting rid of that vermin which tried to molest you and look at you - eyes unfocused and breathing quite heavily yourself because clearly you approve of her display of strength, of showing who´s at the top of the food chain - an apex predator, an alpha-

It´s making a beeline for you, sporting the craziest eyes you´ve seen on it yet, clawed hands still coated in blood and there´s bits of him still sticking to them and you think you´re gonna puke and he was innocent, trying to help you and coming back for you when you nearly kicked him down those collapsed stairs because you knew how this would end for him otherwise, almost shouting at him because stupid so stupid do you wish to die you idiot?! and there was no time to even blink before-

Maggot Momma is mesmerized, in a trance because look at you and she´s on you now, bloody smile so wide it´s a wonder her face doesn´t tear and hands coming up to rake through your hair - pushing you back against the door and right under pulled pork, blood dropping down on you - and her eyes can´t seem to decide whether they want to look into your soul or-

It´s eyes keep straying down and if you didn´t know any better you´d say it´s actually about to hold on wha-

Faces inches apart, breathing as one, and Maggot Momma simply can´t resist any longer, driven by this urge - this need - to surge down and claim what´s yet to be claimed but-

Or has it?

But I DIGRESS.

Because we´re here for some honest, actual affection that a certain someone initiated, aren´t we?

And yknow, I feel like it´s not so much about how a certain someone would go about it because any kind of touch given willingly and without struggle (for once) would do...things to Momma.

At first she´d look like a confused gremlin I reckon because it´s something she´s just not used to and she´s never had a problem with that either because the concept of actual affection and real human interaction is completely foreign to her and having you struggle against her, swat at her and almost hiss at her absolutely gets her going lemme tell ya.

But yeah, the first reaction we´d get would probs be a mix of what is that and gimme more like-

(But yknow, you best be very careful now because once Momma´s had a taste of that she´s gonna be just as insatiable as she is with everything else.)

Like, there´s this look on her face that could pass as wonder and awe and her deceased brain seems to have become...more deceased? It´s just shut off for a moment, ceased to function, rebooting and that´s actually fucking terrifying to look at and you´d take It screeching and hollering over...this any day because it´s just...staring at you, looking like a mannequin about to come to life and murder you.

And it´s like something´s clicked and, suddenly, there´s more than blood, guts and gore galore and yes, this is perfection you´re perfection close so close! and that rotten brain has made a new connection somehow and Maggot Momma might not completely grasp the whole concept yet but what she definitely does understand is how good it feels and how she wants to feel it again and again and again and again and-

And there´s that drool again, half-lidded eyes becoming quite unfocused, head starting to tilt to the side like Momma´s struggling to keep it up and almost purring now-

But as per usual with Maggot Momma, nothing stays sane for long. So, sooner rather than later things will escalate and decent into utter madness and insanity yet again and you´ll literally fear for your life when all Momma wants is for you to stroke and rub her real good.

But as I´ve mentioned before, it´s not so much about how a certain someone goes about it and more about why they´re doing it. What´s the intention behind that affectionate touch? What´s encouraged them to overcome their very instincts telling them to run run run and actually touch It (which scares the living crap outta them) in an affectionate way?

Was it out of genuine affection? Or was there something else happening that´s triggered this sort of reaction?

What do you think?

Thanks a lot for your sweet words and your ask. 🥰🥰

[syneilesis]

For your writer asks - perspective flip? It can be the Comte fic or any other you'd like 🥰

I AM NOW HERE! 🐱 March was, uh, eventful, but I am making good use of my break teehee.

This got longer than I expected. 1,350 words of nothing but a hungry and thirsty Comte 😂 Hope you enjoy!

The first time it happens it’s as if he’s unearthed a centuries-buried treasure, kept protected by a sturdy wooden chest, its novelty preserved for his discovering eyes. The thrill of unlocking something of great worth electrifies all the nerves of his body, heats his blood.

Le Comte smiles. It feels a little different this time.

¤

“Well done, ma chérie.”

He notices the small hitch of your breath, the tremor that jolts your spine. He imagines dragging his finger from the back of your neck down to the small of your back. Imagines you shudder from the ghost-light touch, your head tilting upward slightly, eyes shut, lips parted.

Le Comte knows that you’ve caught on to the chemical shift between you and him. It delights him, the way you suppress your reactions (lovely, adorable), stubbornly clinging to the boundaries delineated by his status and your respect. He doesn’t mind the resistance – welcomes it, in fact. The more you resist, the more tempting you become.

Desire and restraint, after all, intertwine in the most interesting ways.

¤

Mid-spring, a viscount invites le Comte to a concert that Mozart has mentioned in passing: a violin soloist playing a selection of Saint-Saëns pieces. He accepts and extends the invitation to you – an invitation that brightens your face with excitement.

It’s a beautiful performance. By the end of the show the hall reverberates with a thunderous applause, the standing ovation lengthening into minutes, the musicians on the stage aglow with praise. Le Comte glances to his side, where you stand enraptured by the concert, eyes sparkling, neck flushed from the riveting music, your rose lips open in a smile.

Then his attention falls on your dress. It had taken five hours for le Comte to settle on what you’d wear for the concert, guiding you with his arm (not with his hands, not yet) to different boutiques, trying on various dresses of various designs. He had decided on a gold halter that matches the color of his hair and eyes, a style that provocatively displays your back. 

(A quick look at your expression revealed uncertainty – or was it discomfort? Or something else?

Is it too much? he asked, taking one step closer to you. From that distance le Comte could feel the heat emanating from your body.

Perhaps it was discomfort, because you’re fidgeting under his thoughtful assessment, adamantly avoiding his appraising eyes. It’s not that …

Another step. There was a sharp intake of breath, and le Comte understood.

He gave you a reassuring smile. Made it a point not to mention how it was clear in your flustered face that you’d been picturing him with his hand on your exposed skin.

Made it a point not to mention how he’d been picturing himself tracing your spine with his fingers, followed by his mouth.)

You must’ve felt his stare; your eyes dart to him and you falter from your place, red blooming on your cheeks like cascading ink. It spreads to your chest and your back. You hasten your gaze away, biting your lip, and le Comte finds himself focusing on that little nip.

Later, the viscount corners him for an enthusiastic talk. Le Comte goes along, amicable smile fixed on his face. His concentration derails after the third minute, after which he spots you on the other side of the room, an unrecognizable man at your tail, chatting you up despite your uninterested countenance.

“Pardon me, Viscount,” le Comte suddenly says, cutting off the middle-aged man whose teeth clack upon shutting up, “but I must attend to something important right now.”

“Oh, of course, le Comte. Shall we continue our conversation next time?”

“Indeed. Excuse me.”

By the time he reaches you, you’ve already driven the man away. “It seems that you have no need of my assistance, ma chérie,” he says, noting the man’s features for future deliberation. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you for the concern, Comte.”

“Do you need to rest? Let’s head over to the balcony.”

Outside, Paris glimmers under the star-freckled sky, lamplights like little embers that flicker in the distance. Le Comte opens the door for you and a cool breeze welcomes you at once, causing you to shiver and wrap your arms around yourself.

“Cold?” he asks, and shrugs off his coat.

“Oh, I’m –”

You don’t finish, because le Comte turns to drape the coat over your shoulders. The movement requires him to loom over you, bodies almost touching. The tips of his shoes make contact with your pumps. He leans over, your hair just below his nose, and le Comte smells the fragrant scent of your perfume. Underneath: the ambrosial sweetness of your blood (careful, careful).

His coat is too big for your frame, like it’s swallowing you whole. He adjusts how it hangs on your body, then pats at the lapels once he’s satisfied.

His hands stay there.

Le Comte whispers your name. His voice carries a husky quality to it, brought upon by proximity and bloodsong. But you refuse to respond, your expression tucked away and instead he’s looking at the crown of your head.

Further down: your rubescent neck.

Ah.

He injects a pleading tone to his next words: “Look at me. Please?”

It’s the please that pulls your face up, eyes slightly wide like you can’t believe what you’re hearing. But then you become aware that le Comte’s own face is mere centimeters from yours. Your eyes grow wider, your mouth parting to utter something – 

But then you jerk away. Or attempt to – le Comte’s hands are still on the coat and he’s gripping it this time to foil your escape.

He tilts his chin down, and your staccato breaths puff against his face. He waits until your eyes meet his, then murmurs, “I’m not letting you run away this time.”

Silence. Moonlight pools on the marble balustrade, gleaming ghostly silver. Below the balcony the rasp of leaves; inside the building, the chatter of noblemen, filtered by the double doors. Your breathing staggers, until it shutters into nothing.

A few seconds teeter, and le Comte begins to worry. “Ma chérie?”

A loud exhale, gravel against gravel. You shake your head minutely. “Sorry, it’s just –”

“I know. Do you hate it?”

A tilt of the head, a bite of the lip. An anticipatory moment lurks and then passes.

“No …”

Le Comte draws closer. “Then…?”

A swallow. A shuddering breath.

“... I like it.”

Le Comte smiles. Got you.

“That’s a good girl.”

He tucks a stray lock behind your ear. Your skin burns. He inches closer and closer, until his lips and yours are a hair’s breadth from each other. He steals a glance and finds your eyes half-mast, trained on him.

“Shall I reward you tonight?”

You open your mouth but then you hesitate, and le Comte realizes that any further movement will bring both your lips together. Isn’t this what you and he want? All the hungry gazes, the fleeting ones, the thirst that thrums in his veins, the pulsing desire threatening to burst free from its shackles – all of these converging into this precise, charged moment. There’s electric crackle in his nerves, it heats his blood.

But le Comte remains frozen in his position, watching – waiting – what you’ll do next.

By now your scent has sunken its dulcet claws in his flesh, an unbreakable chain, and le Comte feels his eyelids lower, the press of his canines teasing the inside of his lower lip, a warning, a sign.

And then: “Yes.” 

Finally. Le Comte shuts his eyes tight, leaning back. He drops his hands, releases you. Steps backward; his throat carved with unrelenting thirst.

Then he opens his eyes to trap you under his heavy gaze that robs you of your breath. He smirks, raising his right hand in offering. “Shall we go back, then, darling?”

You stare at the proffered hand, then at his face. Your blush has never left. He can hear your pounding heart, a galloping pace that augments your pinched eyebrows, your quivering lips.

Something shifts in your expression. And then: slowly, slowly – 

You take his hand.

[brummiereader]

Omg @look-at-the-soul Mar 😍! Eeeek, I can't tell you enough how much this fantastic story with the appearance of our beloved mutuals had me grinning from ear to ear. Adored it hun ❤️!

For starters, the moodboard is stunning! This is the modern Tommy of my dreams 😍. That picture of him is just 🤤. One of my most favourite photoshoots he has ever done, and perfectly placed within the nightclub theme of this story 👌.

I squealed each time I saw one of our mutuals names pop up! It is the wildest thing seeing your own name as well within a story 🤭🥰! Lee, one of the girls walked past her, ready to take her place at the DJ booth. YES! You know the club would be popping with Lee's music choices 👌.

“Here, drink this.” Brummie, another of the girls came closer placing a glass next to Y/N. After a week, Y/N learned the reason for that nickname was her strong Brummie accent even after all the years she left the place. Arghhh! My first appearance 🤗! I wish I did share a thick Birmingham accent with my favourite man, but I only have a slight Brummie twang, from being born in the West Midlands too. “Go easy on the drinks, she makes them strong.” K chuckled 🤭, pretty accurate to my drink making skills! Double shots or nothing 😂.

I just love how you've given each of our little gang a mention, and Flors wonderful OC Rose gushing over her Alfie is honestly so adorable 🥰.

Another table was filled by three men, they were older and dressed in button shirts with ripped jeans, as if it was an uniform for them. Hmm 🤔, who could they be? And her past comment about not finding love in a nightclub...something tells me she'll be backtracking rather quickly when she meets a certain blue eyed guy 😉!

“Arthur, leave it, we’re going to follow this lovely lady’s order and wait.” He then turned to face her again. “Accept a sincere apology for trying to get in.” He then winked. Arghh, you got me so giddy with this bit! I love how she has no clue who he is, and he simply plays along with it with a cheeky wink. I'm loving your modern Tommy so much already hun. Tommy dragged his eyes across the club, he needed to know more about her. So he walked towards the bar. I love the fact that Tommy is universally, throughout our stories always intrigued by the girl that stands her ground and stands up to him. Even if poor Y/N didn't intend to turn her boss away 🤭.

“Please.” He replied then, clearing his throat. Omg 😱, he acknowledged me 😂. I'm taking anything I can when it comes to him! Brummie left the bartender in charge while she claimed a quick bathroom trip. Curse my weak bladder 😂.

Y/N groaned mortified, she kept shaking her head. Overthinking of what would happen. Poor girl 😅, I love Red and K's reaction's! It's only fair the new girl gets her turn when it comes to embarrassing herself 🤭. We've all been there!

Earth calling Tommy.” John teased. “He’s still waiting outside in the queue.” Love John constantly teasing him as Tommy can't keep his eyes off his newest employee. What are siblings for, if it's not for mocking you 😂?

Everything happened in a blink, he grabbed her by her face and kissed Y/N, not able to resist the desire any longer. But when she answered the kiss with the same eagerness and placed her hand on the back of his neck to pull Tommy closer he lost it. Well that didn't take him long 🤭! But this is Tommy we're talking about, and he waits for no one! That and, what girl wouldn't lock lips with him as quick as Y/N did. He's completely fallen head over heals for her. And I think it's fair to say she won't be forgetting exactly who he is after that kiss!

His cheeky text to her, was everything! And I just love that fact she's found herself her very own bad boy!

Loved this Mar! If only we could have our own bar, with all our mutuals working their. The place would be so much fun, and I would actually like going to work every day 😂.

A night at Delux

Modern Tommy Shelby

Master list

Author’s notes: This story is for you, in no particular order @zablife @runnning-outof-time @red-riding-wood @teenwolf-theoriginals @justrainandcoffee @brummiereader I’ve had the main idea in my mind for weeks after driving past a luxury restaurant daily, I think it’d still haunt me if I didn’t write this one down lol… anyways I decided to a few names of lovely mutuals. This is a small nod to you all for the amazing work you do and in an attempt to cheer you up or anyone who might need it at the moment. If for whatever reason you feel down, without inspiration, worried, or anything else, know that it will pass. This particular moment that feels like too much won’t last forever ✨I just hope/wish you get what you are looking for. And to anyone else going through anything hard right now, this is for you too!

Ps. Don’t panic the fandom isn’t falling down, I just felt the need to dedicate this story to lovely mutuals to spoil and cheer them up a bit 🤗

Last but not least, extra 🌟 to @blondie-22 for creating this gorgeous moodboard!! 💖

Word count: 3,245

Friday night had been quiet compared to today, it seems like everyone decided to go out on Saturday and go to that club, as if there wasn’t enough options in the city.

Y/N swallowed hard feeling worried, this was her second weekend working at the club and she wanted to give a good first impression and save as much money as possible.

Her other job as secretary paid for the rent and services, but she needed to have this second one on the weekends to support her grandmother and her medicines.

As the hostess, she was requested to wear a total black outfit, so she thought her little black dress was the right choice, it was fitting for her shape, it wasn’t too revealing or short and one of the girls, Red had suggested spraying some lidocaine on her feet to be able to stand all night in those heels. She quickly adapted well to the group of girls that worked there, they were all so nice to her and welcoming.

“Ready? I’ve an amazing list prepared.” Lee, one of the girls walked past her, ready to take her place at the DJ booth.

“Last week was hectic, I’ve a feeling this will be crazier.” Y/N expressed fiddling with the guest list for the night.

“Here, drink this.” Brummie, another of the girls came closer placing a glass next to Y/N. After a week, Y/N learned the reason for that nickname was her strong Brummie accent even after all the years she left the place.

“Go easy on the drinks, she makes them strong.” K chuckled. She was the first one to welcome Y/N into their little girls-gang as they called themselves. The only ladies working in a place owned by men.

“Doors opening in ten.” The manager advised, taking one more look at the place, waiters were ready. “Make tonight a good night everybody.”

Lee started playing the music then, experimenting with some new beats, she mixed a couple of the new hits. Lights down, Y/N took a deep breath, approaching the door.

“They better leave good tips tonight.” Red raised her eyebrows. She was in charge of promos, she was great at convincing people to order another round of shots, or if it was ladies night and they got 2x1 on special drinks.

“We’re in your hands Red.”

“I’ll do my best ladies.” She replied through the device they shared to communicate.

“Alright, it’s about time.” Y/N rolled her neck. “Lee, we’ve a party of six tonight, celebrating a bachelorette, could you include some anthems?”

“Absolutely darl.” Lee then turned up the volume of the music.

“If someone sees that baker, let me know?” Rose appeared then at the bar, she had been hiding in the office, she was in charge of detecting any potential trouble from the monitors.

“Sweetheart, everyone knows he’s not a baker.” Lee informed her, talking about Alfie.

“I haven’t seen him, so I wouldn’t know.” Y/N called from her place.

“Oh he’s just the most handsome man ever.” Rose swooned.

Y/N chuckled, the club would be the last place where she’d find love, she just knew that. Walking towards the door, the guard opened it for her.

She started searching for the name she was given in the guest list. A group of girls wearing exaggerated make up and deep cleavage plus the shortest skirts or dresses where the firsts ones to make it in. She was totally against it, but it was an unwritten rule to let people in, the more skin, the better.

But she wasn’t there to judge anyone, let the girls dress as they preferred, in the end she wasn’t the one getting wasted and dragged in the end of the night to throw up outside. She was there just for the money. Another table was filled by three men, they were older and dressed in button shirts with ripped jeans, as if it was an uniform for them.

Y/N thought how it was funny to try to guess their backgrounds, where they came from and with whom they might leave the club. She was just trying to make the time pass faster.

In no time, the club was packed, but outside there was still a bunch of people trying to make it.

People tried to give Y/N money to get in, some were even rude to her but the guards took charge into the matter and invited them to leave.

“I made a reservation, could you check again?” The young guy requested politely.

Y/N started reading the names again, but by the corner of her eye, she caught someone skipping the line. “Ah, excuse me? Sir?”

The man who was already by the door, turned around slowly, opening the zipper of his jacket. His death stare made Y/N feel a shiver running down her back.

“There’s a line you’ve to make and wait.” Three more men arrived and stared at her with amused expressions. “Name?”

The man blinked and rolled his tongue over his lower lip. “Shelby. But you won’t find my name there, love.” Y/N saw him stopping the three other men with his hand.

“Then you’ll have to wait in the queue.”

For an instant, his expression was so transparent and Y/N knew he was offended.

“I’m sorry, but I’m just following orders.” She apologized and shuddered under his intense blue irises.

“Oi!” One of them, the one with a mustache tried to step closer.

“Arthur, leave it, we’re going to follow this lovely lady’s order and wait.” He then turned to face her again. “Accept a sincere apology for trying to get in.” He then winked.

The well dressed men followed his instructions and stepped back. Then she focused on the next people on the guest list, guiding them inside.

Barely a minute went by when Lucas, the manager grabbed her by the arm, dragging her inside in a blunt movement that made her go alert.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Lucas snapped, spit flying from his mouth. “You left the Shelby brothers outside! The fucking owners of this place.”

Just as Lucas was explaining Y/N her mistake , Tommy walked behind her, with his brothers following his steps.

“That was a first Tommy.” John grinned. “The first woman who doesn’t let you walk in as the owner of the place, and you did nothing.”

John was definitely having fun at Tommy’s expense. Arthur couldn’t help the smirk on his lips, but he tried to hide it behind his hand.

“Yeah, yeah she was only doing her job.” Tommy tried to excuse the hostess.

There was something that took him by surprise and startled him.

“And you walked back to the queue like a dog with the tail between the legs.” John went off again.

Tommy dragged his eyes across the club, he needed to know more about her. So he walked towards the bar.

“The usual Mr. Shelby?” Brummie asked her boss from behind the bar, he always waited to be served at his table.

Slowly, he posed his eyes on her, considering his options. “Please.” He replied then, clearing his throat.

“Here you go, I’ll take the other drinks up in a second.”

“Thank you.” With a nod, he turned his back at her and slowly strolled across the club. Although he had security, he always checked his surroundings.

After a while, he found the manager. “Lucas, come here.” Patting him on the back, Tommy asked him about the hostess, she was just passing by in that very moment, but Tommy noticed the quick glance she threw at him.

“Again, I’m sorry it happened Mr. Shelby, she’s new but it won’t repeat.”

“No problem.” He added calmly. “What do you know about her?”

Lucas shook his head, he didn’t care about the staff personal life. “Not much, but I’ll investigate her.”

In that moment, Tommy’s eyes found her, arms linked with the girl in charge of the checking the credit cards records.

“Damn it, I made a huge mistake, I’m so so done.” Y/N cried in a low voice. Worry written all over her face.

“What did you do?” Rose squeezed her shoulder.

“I didn’t know it was him.” She babbled. “I asked Mr. Shelby and his brothers to wait in line for their turn to get a fucking table.” Y/N explained over the music.

Rose stared at her for a split second and then bursted into an incontrolable laugh. “No you didn’t!”

“I did Rose! I did… and now he’s going to fire me.”

But she kept laughing. Trying to take a deep breath she sent their chat group a message urging the other girls to meet in the back.

You’re not gonna believe what Y/N did, she’s a hero! - she announced proudly.

“I can’t imagine the face he put on, must’ve gone like a stone.” Rose pinched her arm playfully.

Lee programmed a couple of songs to play automatically, Brummie left the bartender in charge while she claimed a quick bathroom trip. Red rushed the guys on the table to pay her for their drinks and tip.

As the group gathered in the back, they we waiting eager to hear what had happened.

“Our newest friend here, made the boss wait in line to get a table.” Rose announced ceremonially, pointing at Y/N.

She wasn’t trying to make fun of her, just trying to have a moment to relax.

Y/N groaned mortified, she kept shaking her head. Overthinking of what would happen.

“Nice way to get the Shelby’s attention.” Red pointed at Y/N with a smile, enjoying the teasing.

“Can we ask for the CCTV footage?” K asked. “I want to see him in the line.”

“I was looking for you,” Isiah one of the blinders appeared suddenly, “ladies how are you doing? Y/N… Mr. Shelby wants to see you.”

A chorus of ohhh’s from the girls filled the space.

Then, the girls started cheering on her.

“There she goes.” K sighed.

“Do you think she’s in trouble?” Lee looked around the group.

“Well it depends…” Red crossed her arms. “Hopefully he’s in a good mood.”

“I doubt it to be honest.” Rose raised an eyebrow skeptically. “But maybe she knows how to tame the beast.”

“Oh oh, if there’s group meeting it means something happened?” Mia joined the girls, she asked permission to arrive later that day. She had some personal affair to attend.

K placed her hands on Mia’s shoulders. “You just missed the fun, but I’ll make a short version while we prepare some drinks.” They were both in charge of the bar.

“Last time we had an urgent meeting, Michael got arrested.” Mia remembered with a chuckle.

“Oh, this is better than that.” Red assured before going back to the crowded tables.

As Y/N followed Isiah, her heart was pounding, grabbing her phone she texted her friend, Heidi.

I think I messed up, BIG.

A quick answer appeared on her screen, in the background a themed photo illuminated the phone, beautiful shades of green reminded her of nature and hope, it was made by a really talented friend.

What happened?! Are you OK?

Yeah. No… I confused the owner of the club and asked him to wait outside and make the line!

Her phone buzzed again.

No way! Tell me how it goes.

If I don’t reply back he probably let me blind. Carries a peaky cap with a razor blade.

Y/N took a deep breath and checked her phone again.

Don’t worry, I’m sure it will be fine. Her friend encouraged back.

She just prayed to not mess it up again and start babbling, arriving at the private area where the Shelby’s were she quickly tried to fix her short hair and bangs.

“Good evening,” her voice was shaking, her legs and her heart, everything! “I’d like to apologize for what happened earlier, I’m new and didn’t know any of you.”

Her eyes landed one more time on who seemed to be the leader, those icy eyes boring into the deepest part of her. His lips were pursed in a tight line.

“It’s okay, love. Don’t worry.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Yeah, now me brother wants to find a way to speed the line up.” One of them explained, blowing his smoke towards the ceiling.

“John.” The man with the blue eyes warned. “Nevertheless, I’ve to thank you for keeping the line in check.”

His deep accent and the way he dragged each word gave her chills.

“Thank you, well that’s my job.”

“Here drink this.” Another of them, the one with a mustache offered her a glass. “To a very good job!”

The two youngest were whispering something and staring back at the leader.

“It’s alright, really.” Tommy assured her after seeing the fear in her eyes.

“Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” The one he called John a moment ago suggested.

“Again I’m really sorry.”

“Y/N is it?” He rolled his tongue over his lips after saying her name. “It’s alright.”

“Just so you know, I’m John, so you don’t mistake me again.” He had a huge grin on his face. “This is Finn, Michael and Arthur.” He started pointing out at everybody. “And that’s Tommy.”

“I won’t forget your names.” She repeated them mentally. “Enjoy your night, I’ll bring you another round.”

Y/N excused herself and went back to work. He was wearing a simple white shirt with a jacket and black jeans, but somehow he made it look effortlessly good. She was trying to focus on the people in the guest list instead of those eyes that reminded her of the most beautiful sky.

She smiled at a couple that walked past her dancing to the beat of the music.

A table next to her exploded in shouts and claps as K and Mia arrived with their shots and sparklers.

From the second floor, Tommy was watching her every move, eyes following her everywhere, studying her moves and the way she approached clients.

Arthur waved his hand in front of Tommy’s eyes after he didn’t listened to what he said.

“Tom? What do you think?”

Finn nudged John’s arm, tilting his head towards Tommy.

Tommy took a long puff of his cigarette, pretending to be part of their conversation.

“Hmm?”

“Earth calling Tommy.” John teased. “He’s still waiting outside in the queue.”

Shooting John a death stare, he asked Arthur to repeat himself.

“Shall we call some women up?”

“Whatever.” He cleared his throat and stood up making his way through the club.

Talking to security, they informed him they kicked out a customer that got noisy and aggressive, but other than that, it was a quiet night. Everything seemed to be under control, the place was packed, everyone wanted to get in, live the experience and have the status only Delux could offer. He knew it was the best club in town, many club owners tried to copy his place, but they all failed, they tried to copy the details that made his club unique, it screamed luxury and good taste.

Eyeing Y/N across the club, Tommy decided to walk towards her, she was focused on the list before her eyes, swaying her hips to the beat of the music, pouting her lips murmuring the words… he could only imagine how would them feel against his, while his fingers tangled in her short hair.

Before he could reach her, she then turned her back at him to walk in the opposite direction, but abruptly, she changed her mind and turned around again, bumping into Tommy’s chest in the process.

“Mr. Shelby! I’m really sorry.” He could tell she was mortified, embarrassed.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Tommy reluctantly took a step back.

Y/N hoped her voice wouldn’t crack. “Do you need something?” Battling her lashes slowly at him. “Can I take you your drinks upstairs?”

He was startled by her overwhelming beauty, under some kind of spell by her voice and smile. It had been so long since he felt so captivated by someone… Shaking his head slowly to clear his mind, but she thought he was saying no to her.

Taking that as her cue to leave, Y/N started walking away. “Well if you need anything, let me know.”

“Actually I do.” Tommy managed to say, making Y/N turn to face him once more.

Everything happened in a blink, he grabbed her by her face and kissed Y/N, not able to resist the desire any longer. But when she answered the kiss with the same eagerness and placed her hand on the back of his neck to pull Tommy closer he lost it.

Guiding Y/N towards the wall, he trapped her between it and his body.

Kissing her hard, he tilted his head to the opposite side, relieved to feel her matching his desire. Feeling one of his hands, brushing down from her waist to her hip and then down her leg, she added some pressure on his shoulders.

“Someone can come.” Y/N warned him breathlessly, his lips barely away from hers, just what was really necessary for her to speak.

“I don’t fucking care, I own this place.” Tommy told her right before kissing her again with passion.

Squeezing the flesh of her thigh and he felt as if he had whiskey injected in his veins.

Y/N moved her head back slightly, that left Tommy with his mouth hanging open in an almost sensual kiss that had just slipped away from him. Opening his eyes after the failed mission, he found her bitting her lower lip playfully.

His blue irises darkened under the dim light.

“I really need get back to work or my boss might fire me.” Y/N explained before stealing one more quick peck on his lips and bending down to free herself from him, left Tommy leaning against the wall with his heart pumping so fast that it felt like he was having a heart attack.

He chuckled quietly at her statement.

Going back up, he stood looking down at the people at the club, his eyes scanning the place until he found that pretty little thing that with just one kiss, made him feel more than anyone else.

Feeling som eking of pressure on 5e back of her head, Y/N turned around and lifting her eyes, she found Tommy staring at her from the second floor. Raising his glass at her, he added a wink.

Y/N felt her cheeks blushing and smile quickly spread on her lips. Checking the clock, she walked towards the door it was about time to not let anyone else in.

“Your lipstick is smeared dear.” Mia pointed out.

“Damn it, really?” Worryingly she went back to the bar, to check her reflection on the mirror behind all the booze bottles.

As the girls started to ask her what had happened, she got another message on her phone.

Think you can send me back to the line twice and get away with it twice? Meet me in my office once you’re done. -Your boss.

She gasped. He oozed trouble from every angle, the one that won’t let you get up from bed after several rounds.

He was practically the bad boy your grandmother warned you about.

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[themichelleshow]

The Memz

I’m currently crying my eyes out after having finished reading the most heart-wrenching story about this girl who finds out she’s got this dementia disease and starts writing down all her memories and just wanted to pen some thoughts down too.

LL & BJS: Saw this quote and sums up exactly how I feel about these guys. They came over the other day and when my cousin asked about how long we’d known each other, also despite me being well aware of the answer, it still made me start when they answered “2-3 years”. It feels so much longer and deeper than that and l feel like one of the side effects of the pandemic was that time slowed down and allowed us to make more meaningful connections.

LL: the little brother I always wished to have, you are the brightest, most accomplished current and future star who literally excels at anything you put your mind to but best of all are the most loyal and caring friend anyone would wish to have in their lives (and there is a whole queue of people to prove it lol). I always say that I instantly warmed to you as soon as I saw your face because you looked (and felt) like family, despite your attempts to thwart my friendship advances 😂 I literally have heart eyes when I see you, bursting with pride at how amazing of a human you are despite all the obstacles life tries to throw your way. You take on so much for so many and as much as it pains me when you bear the inevitable consequences, I always have to remind myself that you’re being authentic to your own self, I just wish that instead of taking care of everyone else so much you would prioritise your self above everyone at least from #2 onwards in the queue 😊 You mention time to time about how you think nobody on this earth really needs you and if you left it wouldn’t make much of an impact, but that is so untrue. You bring so much joy, love and laughter to me and also to many many others and the world would be a lesser place without you.

BJS: I’ll always remember first meeting you over zoom, that contagious smile and laugh and feeling like we were friends from the get-go 😊 It took me a while to maybe properly rely on you for friendship beyond that of a colleague because I didn’t want to come on too strong, even though that’s how the connection already felt to me. I would be asking LL to do stuff with me and he’d be like, I’m busy but you should ask B he would go with you and I’d be like ewww no, nervous you’d think I was being too forward 😬 Nekminit you’ve become one of my closest confidantes and bestie that is always up for all my requested shenanigans (except for influencer parties or a specific numbered musical 😅) I never get tired of being around you, like a constant renewable energy source and I’m endlessly fascinated by all your stories and experiences and despite the many hours we’ve spent together and conversed, you still come up with tales that surprise me. If I describe LL as a bright shining star, he would be the sun, always close with his warmth and rays, but you B, I’ve always considered more like a shooting star, so bright and beautiful yet fleeting. The past few years of knowing you has felt like we’ve been on a limited uncertain time frame and I’ve tried to obtain and appreciate every available moment with you. It’s funny though now that things may be less uncertain, it doesn’t make me feel any less like you’re making your way to another galaxy with a different set of constellations. I still appreciate the moments I get, although I probably shoot myself in the foot trying to pre-distance myself to build up resistance to bearing the pain of the inevitable void of your expected parting. Regardless of where we all end up, you and your friendship have had a major impact on me, pulled me from the orbit I was on and I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

[cable-knit-sweater]

Let Your Hair Down

By @cable-knit-sweater , @controlofwhatido, @cynefinhome & @sparkagrace

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 1.6k

Rating: Teen

Notes: @controlofwhatido said “Someone needs to write a fluff fic about Bucky learning the 'plop' method that's been going around everywhere to really bring out his curls.” And we all had some thoughts. So here you go, Bucky finding his curly hair routine and becoming a YouTuber, Steve getting in the way because he can’t keep his hands off of Bucky. I apologize for the title card 😂

Bucky’s been on the couch watching these videos for over an hour now. Steve hasn’t paid much attention, but apparently it’s about hair, even if terms like “curly girl method” and “diffuser” and “sulfate free” mean nothing to him.

He tries to look over Bucky’s shoulder, and catches part of something that looks like a tutorial for doing curly hair. His lips curl into a smile. Bucky has always spent a lot of time on his hair. “That looks like it’d be a lot of effort, Buck,” he murmurs after the woman in the video shows the products she’s used once more.

Bucky stares up at him with a frown, then turns back to the video, shaking his head. Steve chuckles, but can’t resist running his hand through Bucky’s curls before he walks away.

A couple of days later, the door rings and a delivery guy drops off a bunch of boxes, all with Bucky’s name on them. “Uhm, Bucky?” He asks, walking into the living room with the boxes stacked in his arms. “Buck? I have a package for you.”

Bucky walks up to him, smirking. “I’m sure ya do,” he says, making Steve roll his eyes, but he can’t keep the smile off his face. Unfortunately, Bucky is more focused on the packages when he spots them than he is on Steve’s package, lighting up at the sight of them and taking them from Steve’s hands.

“I have to go shower,” Bucky announces, but he doesn’t move yet, just goes to open the boxes. He takes out multiple bottles, cans and tubs of product, different combs, and something that looks like a hairdryer, but comes with this weird attachment that Steve hasn’t seen before.

“What is all this?” Steve asks, like he can’t see they’re all hair products.

Bucky looks at him like he’s a little stupid, which, fair. “It’s for my hair,” he says dryly.

“Yeah, I can see that, but…don’t you already have stuff that works?”

Bucky shakes his head. “No, that’s not good for my hair. It dries it out. This is specifically for my curl type.”

“But…that’s so many products.”

“Steveee. I need to try out what works best, I’m not gonna put all of this in my hair at the same time.” Bucky goes to explain more about the products, and how he’s supposed to use them. Steve gets lost somewhere around the explanation of co-washing. Still, Bucky seems excited about all of this, so Steve smiles and just listens to him talk.

At some point, Bucky’s excitement is clearly getting too much for him to wait much longer, and Steve lets him go take that shower. He’s only a little disappointed that he’s not allowed to join him.

Thirty minutes later, Steve walks into the bedroom, finding Bucky just in his boxers and sitting in front of the mirror, using a t-shirt to dry his hair by…scrunching it. “What are you doing? Why not use a towel like- wait, is that my shirt?” he asks.

Bucky’s silence betrays him a little. “Uhm yes, it was the best thing to use for this?” He finally says, pausing the tutorial he was playing on his phone again.

Steve chuckles. “Didn’t want to use one of your own shirts, huh?”

Bucky’s head is tilted slightly, curls hanging over his face, but Steve can see him smirk a little through the curtain of hair.

He leaves Bucky to it when he gets slapped with a wet shirt for touching the weird hair dryer thing. It takes a long time for Bucky to finish doing his hair - even longer than usual - but when he walks into the living room, Steve can’t deny that the effect of whatever he did, is incredible.

Now, Steve’s always been a little obsessed with Bucky’s hair. He loves that he’s keeping it longer these days, loves to run his fingers through it, loves the way Bucky looks in the mornings: sleep soft and messy curls in his face. But whatever he did now…his hair looks even shinier than usual, perfectly curled. The satisfied smile on Bucky’s face makes it even better.

He holds out his hand to Bucky, pulling him into his lap. “Wow,” he breathes out. “That is really worth it, god you look good Buck.” Steve’s heart flutters a little at the sight of Bucky blushing and ducking his head down.

“You think so?” He asks.

Steve runs his hands through his boyfriend’s hair. “Yeah, whatever you did, it…it looks amazing.”

“Thank you,” Bucky murmurs, before frowning a little and pushing Steve’s hands away from his hair. “Don’t mess with it too much though, I’m FaceTiming with Nat later and I want to show her.”

“But I can mess with it after?” Steve asks, smirking.

Bucky presses a kiss to his lips. “Yeah, you can mess with it later,” he says back with a grin, getting out of Steve’s lap, probably just in case. Which is smart because Steve doesn’t think he can take his hands off Bucky much longer.

For some reason, Steve thought Bucky would just stick with this routine and that would be it. He’s wrong. Bucky tries out all the different products he’s ordered: masks, conditioners, leave-in conditioners, shampoos, gels, serums…Steve is still not sure what they’re all for, except the obvious ones.

He tries all of them out, asking Steve what he thinks, and usually Nat and Wanda too, because he doesn’t seem to trust Steve’s judgment. Which, yeah, he really shouldn’t, because Bucky could wear his hair in a messy bun every day and Steve would still think his hair would look perfect. The deliveries don’t stop either, new boxes of products arriving at their place almost every week.

One morning, when Steve’s just waking up, he can hear Bucky talking in the shower, but he doesn’t think much of it. Bucky’s been doing that more and more recently.

Slowly, he gets out of bed to get dressed and get started on breakfast. But when he looks through his dresser for a shirt, he can’t find any. He’s starting to get used to not having anything to wear because Bucky’s been using his shirts to “plop” his hair every time, and all his shirts end up wet or covered in product.

Still, he’s thinking about going through the laundry basket to see if there’s anything clean enough to put on. But then Bucky gets out of the bathroom, still talking…about his hair routine?

He’s holding his phone camera pointed at his face, recording himself. Steve stays seated on the bed, giving him a curious look. Bucky looks back at him appreciatively – clearly he doesn’t mind the lack of shirts either – but then continues his story, talking about the next start in his process.

Bucky sits down in front of the mirror again, showing the camera the leave-in product he’s about to apply. Apparently, he already stole the last of Steve’s shirts because he uses it to plop his hair when he’s done doing that. Steve just looks on, not realizing he’s doing it until Bucky pauses the recording and looks at him.

“Steve, what’s with all the sighing?”

Steve smiles. “Nothing. Just love watching you do this.”

“Can you do it a little quieter? I’m trying to explain my routine to people.”

“Aren’t there hundreds of videos already of people doing that?”

“Yes, Steve, there are, but almost none for men. And not so much for my hair type. I’m trying to make men feel good about their longer curly hair too.”

Steve melts at that. “That’s…that’s amazing, Buck,” he says softly. “I’ll be quiet?”

Bucky smiles back at him. “Okay, then you can keep watching.” He winks at Steve before going back to his recording.

At some point, Steve can’t help himself anymore. Bucky’s done with his routine so he’s sure he’ll stop recording soon. He gets off the bed and walks over, doing his best to stay off camera.

When he’s next to Bucky, he’s suddenly hit with the overwhelming urge to have his hands in Bucky’s hair. He gives in to that urge, running his fingers through the soft, slightly wet strands.

“STEVE,” Bucky yells only a second later. Before Steve can respond, he gets water sprayed in his face. Bucky stares at him, incredulous, holding a spray bottle in his hands. “You can’t touch it until it’s set, you’re gonna make it frizzy!”

Steve has to laugh at the reaction. “You mean if I do this,” he asks, running his hands through Bucky’s hair again.

“No, bad boy, stay away,” Bucky says, spraying him again, but he’s laughing too. “Also, go put a shirt on or something. People thirst over you enough as is, begone!”

Steve tilts his head, picks up the wet shirt from the ground and puts that on. It’s a little uncomfortable, but it’s worth it with how Bucky looks at him, eyes darkening, staring at his chest again.

Bucky turns around to face his camera. “Well, that’s it for now, I’ll link the products below, this was the Bucky Curl Method, I’ll see you next week,” he rushes out before stopping the recording. He gets up, crowding Steve a little.

“You’re a punk, you know that?”

“I can’t help it,” Steve says, hands in Bucky’s hair again. “Just look so good when you’re doing that. How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?”

Bucky pushes his head a little more against the palm of Steve’s hand. “Hmm, maybe…” he says, closing his eyes. “Maybe I’ll do another tutorial. Still a lotta products I need to try and review.”

“Yeah?” Steve breathes, pulling Bucky closer to him. “Does that mean I can mess it up now?”

Bucky smirks at him. “Yeah, you can mess it up.”

And Steve - as much as he loves how perfect Bucky’s curls look right now - has never been able to say no to that.

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

New Experiences

Pairing: Tōru Oikawa x f!reader

Prompt/summary: You just knew that Oikawa had a long, probably hard, week, but now that it was finally the weekend you wanted to help him de-stress. While the two of you were on completely different levels at the beginning of the night with Oikawa thinking he may only want to hold you and kiss you and you scheming to get his cock into your mouth, you end up on the same level by time midnight rolls around— in fact, you end up closer than even on the same level

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings/contents: Oral, mentions of future oral, female masturbation/clit stimulation, male masturbation, mentions of multiple orgasms, mentions of future sex, mentions of squirting, light daddy kink, Oikawa calls the reader “Slut” several times, praising. Mild language, fluff, 18+

Notes: This thought came completely out of the blue and I had to write it. I typically get these kinds of thoughts around 3 in the morning or so, but I was given this one around 10PM while I was trying to watch tv last night, and after mentioning it to a friend, I couldn’t deny it. @heroesfan101​, I did it. I hope that you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it, thanks for always talking out my horny thoughts and helping me develop little story plots 😂 I might not have pursued this if you hadn’t encouraged me to

This whole thing is pure sin, there is no fluffy before scene or fluffy after scene, it dives right into the smut and it ends with future smut being very clear. Enjoy 💛

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Your knees were damn near aching for you to get up off of the hardwood floor, but even though you knew that if you mentioned it Oikawa would gladly move to the bed with you, you didn’t want to move. Holding onto his bare thighs, earning those sweet sounds from the man as his fingers played with your hair— it was all worth it. Even if you were shifting and squirming on your knees, the soft sounds in discontent that you were making around him only seemed to make him twitch more in your mouth and surpassed the urge to be more comfortable.

A quiet sound left you as you shifted again, your fingers squeezing his inner-thigh when he gave your hair a light tug. Resisting the urge to suck harder on his shaft was tricky, but you wanted to edge him. You wanted to make this last longer than you knew you could end it. After all, Oikawa had been extra busy lately, and with that you knew there was stress lingering behind his happy façade. You wanted to help him in a way you knew he’d love.

Not only overstimulating both of you, but sucking on his cock for much longer than you usually would. The plan was not only just to make Oikawa cum, but to make tonight better than how crappy his week had gone thus far. You were determined, but unfortunately he seemed keen on trying to change plans already.

“Cutie, why don’t we take this to bed and you let me bury my face between your legs.” You gave a soft hum, slowly pulling back from his shaft and letting his cock slide past your lips with a crisp ‘pop’ that made the man give a small moan in return.

“No,” you frowned slightly at the man who only raised an eyebrow at you in return.

“… No?”

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” you said, slowly sliding your hand along his thigh and pretending that you didn’t see the way his cock twitched as you looked up at his pretty brown eyes that blinked in confusion with an almost pleading look on your face. “You have all the time in the world to be between my legs, let me be between yours for awhile.” You leaned back in before he could say anything, slowly licking along his shaft and making the man give a breathy moan as you looked up at him until your tongue curled around the tip of his cock and made him moan again.

“Cutie, ah— fuck,” he mumbled, unsure of what exactly had gotten into you, and yet he couldn’t help feeling even more turned on than he already had been. The second your fingers curled around his thigh tonight he had wanted you— even if he was tired and had originally only planned on curling up with you, holding you tight in his arms and telling you he loved you a million and one times because he knew you’d say it back every time, he couldn’t complain. Especially not when you pushed your hand into his pants while the two of you were finishing up a movie.

The only complaint he had? You’d edged him. You never edged him. You didn’t always give it everything you had right away to make him cum quickly in your mouth, but you hadn’t taken this long in what felt like forever. He missed it, but he wouldn’t ask for it. He felt lousy taking it even now, instead wishing he could be between your thighs, making you moan and nearly scream his name in pleasure at the mere feeling of his fingers inside of you.

“Baby, you’re killing me here,” he said with a little chuckle that caught your attention. “I thought that you wanted me to cum— so why are you teasing me like this?” You gave an almost thoughtful hum before shrugging your shoulders carelessly.

“Because I feel like it.” He licked his lips, plotting on how to get back at you when suddenly an idea came to mind that made a smirk creep onto his face.

“Oh, baby— you want to make me feel good?” He asked almost teasingly, watching as you nodded without hesitation and bit down on your bottom lip. “You want me to make you feel so good after you make me feel so good?” Again, you nodded and looked lustfully up at him. He gave a soft hum and let go of your soft hair, instead reaching for his cock and shocking you as he started to slowly slide his hand along his shaft.

“What are you—”

“If you want me to feel good, open your mouth.” He cut you off, but you didn’t even acknowledge it. He knew he had you just where he wanted you all along— if he were anyone else, he knew cutting you off would result in you blatantly ignoring his every word, only to say “I wasn’t finished” and continue speaking before accepting what he had to say in return— he’d seen you do it before and he had to admit that it was hot to him that you were this way, but what made you even sexier was how you were so compliant for him and only him.

You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out a little bit and looking almost cross-eyed at his cock as he leaned closer and gently rubbed the tip of himself against your tongue with a soft hum.

“You want me to cum in your mouth?” You nodded again and looked up at the man, mouth still open and tongue still beneath his aching cock. “Then hold still for me,” he said, nodding softly as he spoke and eyed you. “Hold still just like this and don’t close your mouth.” You nodded a bit, nearly stuck in a trance as he nodded slowly as well. His hand started to move a bit faster than before on his shaft, making a sweet moan leave his lips as he looked down intensely at you, lips slightly parted, looking so kissable and yet so far away. His eyebrows were furrowed upwards as he thrusted his hips against his hand to add to his own stimulation, occasionally bumping into your tongue and letting you taste the precum that was on his cock. “Mmm, good girl— just like that.” He said, taking the precum off of the tip of his shaft and rubbing it along himself as he moved his hand along his cock.

You felt almost awkward, occasionally breaking the eye contact to look at his cock, and yet unable to stop yourself from squirming on your knees— this time not in pain but rather in excitement for what might come next. This— this was new, Oikawa was fond of you sucking him off and he even gladly accepted handjobs that you offered, but him making you just sit there with your mouth open while he jerked himself off until he came in your mouth— it was new, it was exciting, it was making you so wet.

In this moment you couldn’t have been more glad he’d taken your pants off not long ago, giving you the ability to reach down and start to rub at your clit. A thin line of spit fell from the tip of your awaiting tongue, though neither of you cared at all as a smug little smirk etched onto Oikawa’s face as he both saw and heard from a soft moan what you were doing.

“Are you touching yourself, cutie?” He asked despite already knowing full well that you were. “Mmm, you’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” He asked with a soft chuckle. “You just can’t wait for me, can you? For me to fill you up— with my cock and my cum, of course. I’ll fill you the brim, until you’re begging for me. Until you want only me, over and over again. Until you can think of nothing but me all day tomorrow,” he sighed in a satisfactory way as he watched your eyebrows furrow together while you rubbed your clit and hung onto his every word— that much was obvious to him as well. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll treat you just like the dirty little slut you are— but to make sure you know I love you this much, I’ll make sure to treat you like a princess, too.” He promised, giving a soft moan as he rubbed along his shaft, shifting his weight onto his other leg and feeling himself getting close. “I’ll make myself cum in your mouth, but afterwards I’ll make you cum in mine,” he promised easily, and you knew that it wasn’t a promise he’d be breaking any time soon.

Shamelessly, you’d admit it over and over again: Oikawa truthfully was the best you knew you’d ever have in bed. He did what felt like the impossible and made you learn what it felt like to cum— to really reach an orgasm without even trying— with his cock. He was the first and only man to make you squirt around his cock while he was inside of you. It had shocked you so much that damn near the whole session came to a halt as you stopped mid-moan and looked down in a flabbergasted way as he continued to pound deep inside of you with a teasing laugh. His words were drilled into your brain and you swore you’d never forget even so little as the tone he’d spoken in that day.

“What? Have you never really orgasmed like this before? Don’t you worry, baby, daddy isn’t done with you yet. By time I’m done with you, you’ll forget what it feels like to not feel pleasure so intense.”

You gulped at the mere memory, giving a soft moan as you worked your fingers faster on your clit and squirmed on your knees. Oikawa watched you with a devious and sexual look on his pretty face that you swore was going to drive you wild in the best way possible.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me cum from just being so sexy down there.” He said, biting down on his bottom lip with a hum. “Go ahead and moan for me like this, baby. Moan like a little slut while you touch yourself.” He chuckled as you averted your eyes in embarrassment. “Don’t get shy on me now— you’re the one who started to touch yourself. You want to make this into a mutual masturbation thing, I certainly couldn’t complain.” He sent you a wink as you barely peeked back at him. “But only if you moan for me. Beg for me, maybe.” He said with a thoughtful hum. “With that spit dribbling down your chin, why don’t you beg for me.”

After all the time you’d been with Oikawa, you knew just what he wanted. Not only had he always gotten off on receiving praise and praising you in return, but he craved for you to beg for him. Even for the most simple things, and if you refused? He’d tease, taunt and edge you until you broke down. He’d subtly make you beg until you reached a point where you didn’t care about pride or feeling pathetic, you only begged. You’d repeat things like a mantra for him if it was what he wanted— and that was just it. Even if you said only the same things as always, he just wanted you to beg for him. He only wanted you to plead for him, and if you didn’t then he’d slow and tease with a “Not until you say please~” with a wink that drove you crazy— in not the best way.

“Mmm, ‘Kawa,” you mumbled, mouth still open and tongue still out. Your mumblings made him give a chuckle as he pulled his cock back a little bit and let you close your mouth. You quickly licked off your lips before speaking, not even bothering with the drool on your chin as you bit your lip and rubbed your clit with soft whines that made his cock twitch in his hand and made his eyebrows furrow inwards as he watched you. “Please, Tōru.” You started, looking at him with lustful and pleading eyes. “Please— please cum in my mouth. Please, I want you, let me taste you. I miss you in my mouth, let me taste it. Let me touch you and feel you inside of me, I don’t need you between my legs, I just want you.” You looked back to his cock as he rubbed his hand along it and bit back down on your bottom lip before keeping your head down and looking up at him with your eyes. “I want it so bad, please— just give it to me. Just cum on my mouth, cum on my shirt, down my chin— I don’t care, I just want you. I want you to feel good, I want you to make me feel good inside of me. Please, daddy.”

A soft hum came from the man, but you could tell that you’d won him over even as he tried to play it cool. He gently tapped your cheek with his cock before speaking.

“Open up.” You opened your mouth again, tongue out and eyes watching expectantly at his cock as he leaned closer and worked his hand faster. You gave soft moans, shifting on your knees as you rubbed right on your clit. You could feel yourself growing wetter; maybe it was the stimulation from your own hand, maybe it was that you were ashamed to admit it but knew inwardly that you got off just as much as he did on begging for him, maybe it was only that he was jerking off right by your mouth like this— you weren’t sure exactly what was causing it, maybe even a mixture of it all, but you were aching for him. Your clit throbbed even as you gave it attention, but you knew why; you wanted his attention. His fingers, his mouth, his cock.

The look that you were giving him was almost too much, he felt his cock twitch again and gave a moan, eyeing you despite getting a bit flustered himself at the way you were eying him. Your begging had damn near made him cum right then and there, but he was trying to hold off, trying to wait to give it to you because he couldn’t help but enjoy this moment. He liked to do new things with you, he liked to try new things, even if they were small like this or big like a whole new kink. Exploring things sexually had never been so fun until he found you.

Your tongue brushed against his cock every now and then, the spit still thick on your tongue as it dripped down your chin and neck, but you didn’t care even as the thin and tight cropped shirt you wore got wet from it. You could wash it, hell you’d let him cum straight on it at this point, you just wanted him. He gave a soft hum at the feeling of your wet tongue, enjoying the aroused look on your face as you shifted to pull your panties to the side so that you could rub directly onto your clit without the restriction of underwear.

An almost relieved moan left you immediately that made Oikawa laugh as he rubbed his shaft quickly.

“Why don’t you make yourself cum?” He said, catching your attention again as it slowly drifted away in the pleasure. “Why don’t you squirt on the floor? Rub that cute little pussy until you cum with me.” He gave a soft sigh in content, a drip of his precum falling onto your tongue. “I might cum soon, baby— why don’t you cum with me. Or better yet, cum before me. Rub that pussy faster for me, baby.” You immediately did as he said, earning a soft hum in content from the man. “Good girl. Rub that pussy quick just like I do— make yourself cum. Make yourself squirt. Get yourself all ready for me, baby. I’m sure as hell ready for you.”

Your eyelids closed half-way in pleasure as you gave a moan and almost struggled to keep your tongue out as you panted along with your fingers quick movements on your clit. You squirmed, wishing it was him and trying to mimic how quickly he’d rub at your pussy with his fingers inside of you to make you squirt around him, but you weren’t sure if mere thoughts would be enough.

“Oh, baby,” he said softly. “I’m gonna cum for you. I’m gonna cum right on this pretty tongue,” it sounded to you as if he gave a little pant, trying to move his hand as fast as he could even as his arm started to cramp up and his legs felt a bit shaky. He almost asked you to sit down on the bed with him, but he would be nothing if he was a quitter, so he bit back the shakiness and thrusted against his hand. “I’m gonna cum,” he said again as you tried working yourself to an orgasm as well. You knew he’d praise you, even if he called you a slut again, you knew sweet praises for making yourself cum like he asked would follow.

Unfortunately, you just couldn’t feel it coming like he could. You saw his cock twitch in his hand as he closed his eyes and rubbed fast at his shaft. You could vividly remember back to the first few times you had sex with him before you were on birth control and trusted each other enough to not use condoms. He would do this same thing, though laying on top of you and jerking himself off so fast it nearly blew your mind to make himself cum between your legs or on your stomach— but only ever after you had already cum at least 3 times. His dedication was impressive, but not as impressive as he was with his mouth and fingers.

You gave a soft moan, meeting eyes with the man once more as his eyebrows furrowed upwards and his mouth fell open with a moan. He was quick to lean his head back, eyes closed tightly as he reached his orgasm. You leaned in, giving a soft laugh as you caught it into your mouth as he continued to rub his shaft. You were almost impressed with how much he’d cum if you hadn’t sworn he’d cum even more before, slowly pulling back and licking your lips to catch some of the excess cum as he looked down at you after finishing himself off.

At first you thought he may offer you a hand to help you up like he always did, but instead he got on his knees in front of you and leaned in. You closed your eyes and puckered your lips, but instead of his mouth on yours like it normally was after you sucked him off, his tongue slowly slid along the side of your mouth and up your cheek. You gave a soft sound in shock and opened your eyes as the man pulled back with a soft hum as he licked his lips.

“You’re a mess,” he took his thumb, gently catching a small line of cum off of your chin before bringing it to your mouth. You easily took his finger into your mouth without looking away from his eyes. He gave a soft sound and leaned in, pulling his finger from your mouth and pushing his lips to yours. You were quick to kiss him back, reaching for his bare shoulders. “Mmm, how about I fuck you right here on this floor.” He mumbled between heated kisses as you shifted on your knees. “Who the hell needs a bed, all I need is to feel you around me until you soak my cock with your cum.”

[wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight]

Aiight we doin this!! Okay let’s see uhh,,, we don’t have enough bratty Naya sooo petplay please!!! She likes to rile up her boyf sometimes even if she is eager to please 😂 (dxncingxqueen)

+ AAAAAAA I FORGOT please add punishment to that Drabble ask!! Sorry djshjshd @dxncingxqueen

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In retrospect, he should have perhaps seen this coming with all the teasing he had subjected poor Naya to even before they got together, a lingering touch here, feigned innocence there, not to mention all the times he'd denied her release just to see how far he could push her...

He wasn't sure exactly what it was that broke her this time, maybe the fact that he was still fully clothed while she was in nothing but a collar, or maybe, just maybe, that rare little brat in his dancer had decided to rear it's head, trying to get the upper hand for once to wipe that smirk off the breeder's face...

Whatever it was, Gundham would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, the small bit of antagonism adding just a bit more fun to this little play, even if Naya was disobeying him. He couldn't even really complain when she looked so pretty kneeling there on the floor, lips wrapped around his dick and refusing to pull off despite his demand that she do so, the breeder so very close to release and not wishing to end this so soon. There was a stubborn knit to Naya's brow as she shifted forwards to wrap her arms about Gundham's waist, fingers holding tight to anything she could as the overlord tried in vain to pull her off his length.

"You...dare disobey your...your master?!" Gundham tried to sound commanding, but it was falling rather flat with how much his breath quickened the closer he got to release, fingers now twisting in Naya's hair to simply hold instead of to tug as he succumbed to it's futility. He very well could just pull her off, but potentially hurting her wasn't something he was very keen on doing, not without knowing if it was alright first, this not happening enough to truly know where boundaries lie.

Besides, this just gave him an excuse to make her wait for release that much longer...

Body curling over Naya's head, finger's gripping tight in her hair, Gundham came with a shout, brought to release so much faster than he would had liked in the wet heat of her mouth, his dancer's defiance only making his body burn all the hotter.

Pulling Naya off with no resistance now that her goal was complete, it took Gundham several moments to recover from his near forced orgasm into the dancer's throat, his chest heaving and hands shaky as icy fingers curled around the loop of Naya's collar with a sneer. "You will p-pay for your d...defiance, pet." He growled with a tug to the collar, his free hand tucking himself back into his pants as he tried to catch his breath.

In an instant Naya had been scooped up from the floor, her body being tossed to the bed with a bounce of the mattress before her overlord was on her, one hand pinning her down with a hold around her throat, albeit a light one, still not sure where the line was drawn even after all this time, as his other dug through their bedside table. "You wish to play, my little molly?" He asked in a faux sweet tone, a length of binding rope being pulled free from the drawer and tossed beside her on the bed, along with a vibrator that the dancer was no doubt very familiar with by now...

"Then let us play..."

[fairchilds-glasses]

I will dw and that’s so sweet of you! I’ll definitely let you know if I need any help lol.

Rachel just continues to insist that she doesn’t mind running around and getting stuff for Junior whenever he mentions it, her main focus is helping him feel better. She definitely gets a little confused when Juniors suddenly asks her to read to him but when Junior relaxed and curled into her to fall asleep it all made sense, even though she can’t resist teasing him and how she managed to “bore him to sleep” by reading. It almost physically pains Rachel to see how panicked Junior gets so she immediately starts stroking his hair and telling him not to worry about it and reassuring him that she’s not mad and will clean it herself, Junior tries to insist on helping but she tells him there’s no need.

Junior has gotten quite good at ignoring his father’s voice nagging constantly in his head whenever he eats food that Logan would consider “unhealthy for him”, although on some days it’s harder for him to ignore so he tries to avoid eating anything all together. Rachel understands that Junior wants to be able to eat the same foods as everyone else without restrictions but she’s still worried about the constant throwing up and the effect that could have on his overall health. Junior is definitely kinda hesitant about building up a tolerance to the food but when Rachel pulls out an extremely detailed plan in her note book it definitely reassures him a bit, even though he thinks she might be going slightly overboard. (Yeah there’s so many cool little details that we just don’t see or hear about like the Yale thing, it also mentions the characters ages or age ranges, like for example according to the pilot Logan and Lucas are 40 and Miss F is in her late 20s, it also adds more detail on what characters are feeling at certain moments and some scenes are longer in the script than they are in the show so it’s like extra content 😂)

Sick headcanons of Junior surviving and living with the trio and Miss Fairchild (most of these are based on things I do/am doing rn)

Junior essentially as a cough rag. It’s a small rag that he coughs into rather than spread his germs everywhere. It’s also a precaution since sometimes his coughing fits get bad enough that he throws up.

Junior will basically bury himself in blankets and multiple hoodies to try and keep himself warm when he’s getting the chills. He’s also demanding cuddles during this time.

Junior as a roll of toilet paper in his room that he keeps and restocks when he gets a runny nose.

Speaking of runny nose, Junior’s sleep patterns are inconsistent because he’ll wake up in the middle of the night due to his congestion.

And speaking of sleeping, Junior will sleep with a cough drop in his mouth. It freaks Rachel and the trio out because they’re terrified that he’ll choke on it in his sleep, but he secures the cough drop into the corner of the inside of his cheek, he just doesn’t want to wake up or have a hard time falling asleep because he’s coughing.

Junior has a pretty weak immune system so he gets sick pretty often. They can range from colds, flus, to stomach bugs. Everyone is used to them but Junior absolutely hates when he gets sick.

I’m sure there’s more but that’s all I got from the top of my sick brain for now

Holy shit I absolutely love these, I thrive on sickfics so of course I’m gonna love it lmao (Really hope you feel better soon tho lol)

I can totally see Junior doing all of these things while he’s sick and I actually do a lot of that stuff as well.

I can totally see the sleeping with a cough drop in his mouth thing freaking the others out because yeah that’s a choking hazard but it’s understandable that he just doesn’t want to wake up coughing or have a hard time getting to sleep in general.

Also Junior having a weak immune system is incredibly accurate because he totally would after all the shitty diets and stuff that Logan forced him to be on, so of course the poor kid gets sick a lot and i don’t blame him for absolutely hating it.

[truitt-story]

The One With the Group Chat | F·R·I·E·N·D·S

Tiana, Al, Vixey, and Jun react to the debate in real time and share a few opinions they definitely would not share on Twitter...

Date: The night of the debate

Warnings: None (just some casual anti-Magick sentiment), but just remember-- these are secret!! What happens in the group chat stays in the group chat!!! Nobody has ic knowledge of these messages (it would be Bad if this got out lol and they would only say this knowing that nobody else would read these messages)

@alzcomicbarn​ @vixey-chakraborty​ @moon-yeongjun​

Tiana: Ok I am by no means an Anastasia Tremaine fan lol but she kind of has a point

Vixey: honestly that conversation was ridiculous

Al: I am not sayin she's right but 🤐 Al: Like okay maybe some people don't like them but they're not the ones getting killed???????

Vixey: also it is not radical to say that some restrictions should be in place? i mean...they literally drink people's blood

Tiana: I mean and it’s like you say one thing and everyone just piles on you there’s no discussion

Jun: eh what do u expect when the whole thing was prompted by an answer like that? simba's fine, but you can't make policy to force compassion. Jun: also kind of ridiculous to call for kindness when people are dying. i dont think i have to be nice to someone who wants to drink my blood thank you

Vixey: lolol true Vixey: bold of him to say with a literal vampire bite on his neck

Tiana: ^^ Yeah fr, you would think that would change his tune a little bit but I guess he’s worried about the pro vamp crowd (like we all are i guess)

Al: They are certainly passionate on Twitter.

Jun: eh i just think he missed the mark entirely

Vixey: being too much of a people pleaser as always. works for a political image I guess

Jun: how is that swynlake's number one issue? we're in a debate, not your primary school classroom

Tiana: Aw well I know his heart is in the right place

Jun: sure sure

Tiana: Besides at least there aren’t any unhinged 21 year olds running this year making the whole thing into a joke

Vixey: I cannot imagine.

Al: Lord Al: The Owl is... weird right that's not just me Al: I know it's happened before but I'm glad I never had to debate an owl

Tiana: How long has he lived here, less than a year?

Al: I cannot believe I might have to make policy decisions with an owl Al: uhh longer I believe

Tiana: Oh I guess I never noticed him before lol

Vixey: How can an owl make policies for /humans/

Al: Listen, familiars are cool and whatever, but aren't they, like, servants???

Tiana: Y’all if anyone ever leaks this we are in trouble😂😂😂

Al: Yeah I am putting all my trust in yall

Vixey: that is why we're not on twitter 😂

Al: Or I'm gonna be immediately cancelled 😆

Jun: no familiars are their own individuals or something. i dont know much about it but ive met the qin's familiar and she's quite intelligent

Al: That's fair -- I guess I just don't know how I feel about familiars making decisions on behalf of humans is all

Tiana: someone ask him how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop😂😂😂

Al: HAHA

Jun: well according to his statement he's lived long enough to have found out dont you think

Tiana: I’m sorry I couldn’t resist 😂😂😂

Vixey: Tia omfg

Tiana: Jokes aside I do like the Ambrosiuses (they just opened the rock shoppe) which is his sorcerer family so for now I’m in support of the owl. Even if it is a little weird lol

Vixey: I guess I just find it weird Martin didn’t go for it? Vixey: When an animal has more investment in politics than you

Tiana: Yeah maybe he had some other stuff going on

Al: Yeah I'm sure the first year of opening a business is very stressful! Al: I mean, I know it is

Tiana: Same lol

Vixey: I guess. Still

Jun: welp. owl or not, that was an extremely underwhelming response

Tiana: I see his point. I guess my only thing is like magicks aren’t the only ones who get their lives messed with by this stuff... I am exhibit A lol

Vixey: what I am saying

Jun: there's just never any specifics or actual policy with these things Jun: like oh yes we should support magicks! great! how? eh? Jun: more sitting around holding hands like simba suggested i suppose Jun: cannot wait to see what that petition will be like! 20 minutes of mandated hand holding everyone!

Al: Jun don't jinx it 😬

Tiana: Lol Phil Knightley making my exact point and then going back to posting thirst traps

Jun: i dont follow him on twitter

Tiana: It’s probably for the best

Al: You know, I had my doubts about the Northwest girl because she's so young, but she's had the best answers of the bunch.

Tiana: I had coffee with her the other day. I had some reservations bc apparently she used to be triton’s assistant? But she seems really smart and proactive Tiana: I do wanna ask her more about her stance on tourism tho after that answer

Al: It's nice to see that the younger generation isn't totally ... you know Al: No offense, Tia, I know you're younger than us

Tiana: Lmao none taken

Tiana: I love Susan I think she’s great I am really trying not to get distracted by that suit LOL but anyway I’m kind of wondering what kind of progress she’s talking about...

Vixey: Did she not get the business casual memo? Vixey: I like her too but😬😬😬 Vixey: Maybe I am too conservative but that doesn’t feel appropriate

Tiana: I am not complaining 😂

Al: 🤣

Jun: I am Jun: [deleted] u know she's on tinder for this? so unprofessional as we

Tiana: Al gets it 😂😂

Jun: id say the same thing if simba was wearing any of his ridiculous mesh net or leather nonsense pieces

Tiana: Oh come on lighten up

Jun: theres a time and place for that kind of thing Jun: if she was on a date, sure!

Vixey: I think I agree with Jun here

Jun: im just saying there is an older demographic in swynlake too. even my eomma eh she wont vote for susan based on that alone. im not saying its right but it is the way it is

Vixey: it’s just respectful

Jun: you should just be respectful

Tiana: Vixey you got a shoutout

Vixey: ugh yeah but /hades/ glad i'm being used to further his political agenda

Tiana: LMAO

Jun: im starting to think you're right, al. northwest is very smart and practical

Vixey: is it just me or is everyone just parroting everyone else Vixey: how do we even tell them apart lol

Tiana: Well one of them is an owl....

Jun: i feel the same

Al: Well one of them is a bird

Tiana: HAHA AL

Al: HAHA TIANA

Vixey: lmaooo guys Vixey: touche i guess

Tiana: Great minds think alike😌

Al: Northwest is really shining today Al: Pleasantly surprised Al: The other three are just going in a loop

Jun: simba passing on the answer is disappointing but then again not surprised

Tiana: People know this is a gotcha question to see how hard they're willing to come down on vampires etc

Al: They always throw this one out on the Mundus Al: Exactly

Jun: yes yes no one wants to give a straight answer

Vixey: honestly i don't know what the straight answer would be so i don't blame anyone avoiding it lol Vixey: just thinking about it makes me sweat

Jun: i think its very easy. a vampire biting me without my consent. getting cursed. when someone unleashes zombies on the town Jun: luring people into a party and poisoning them so they're involved in an ancient spell break Jun: things like that

Vixey: well pacifica did say that in her first part lol

Jun: yes and i liked that part

Al: Has the owl said anything original or has he been... Al: .... Al: .... Al: Parroting

Tiana: Lolllll Tiana: I can't with these bird jokes

Al: I HAVE BEEN CALLING FOR AN ANONYMOUS CENSUS FOR YEARS Al: well not like anonymous but liek only available to certain people

Tiana: I think it’s a good idea Tiana: Maybe if Susan gets elected she could help get that through?

Al: Literally how can we even implement all of these programs if we don't have an idea of what we need??? Al: Yeah I'm hoping! Al: Between her and Pacifica.... maybe this will be alright Al: Better than Hades

Tiana: Who’s opposing it? If you can say lol

Al: All of the Magicks immediately tell me that I'm targeting them🙄 Al: And like point to places with registrys and shit but I am not saying people should be persecuted at all! Al: Just that... we should... have an idea... so we know... how to... handle... things... Al: Truly bonkers that I immediately get labeled as like some sort of fascist for a simple suggestion

Jun: i think anonymous is key here Jun: ive always been supportive of some kind of census, if anonymity will get magicks on board then ok

Al: I guess I was missing that part🙄 Al: I would be down for that compromise Al: Taking notes

Jun: it is ridiculous they attacked you though you're right Jun: no one ever said we were going to stick labels on people!

Al: t's just to get an idea of what we need! Al: How can we provide if we don't know???

Tiana: Anyway how do they know you aren’t a magick! Lol Tiana: I mean I know you aren’t but what if you were!

Al: Yeah, right? What if I was secretly a mermaid or something?

Jun: people are just always focused on the bad of what a census could do, as opposed to the heaps of good Jun: data can be powerful when in the right hands

Al: Exactly! Any policy can be used for bad if you twist it that way

Tiana: It’s one of those “slippery slope” arguments that doesn’t actually make any sense

Tiana: What do y’all think of this bank thing?

Jun: a good idea. we have far too many businesses that operate on cash and tips, and northwest's points about helping new businesses is also good Jun: just seems practical doesnt it?

Al: agreed!!

Tiana: That’s what I was thinking too!

Vixey: Yeah, definitely. At least she is giving real examples instead of vague stuff like “a conference” or “spend more on the VFD���.

Jun: figures the owl passed. doubt he has a degree in economics

Tiana: Eh I like the conference idea even if I think the Tipton could probably just figure that out on their own. And people are always talking about funding the VFD so I don’t feel one way or the other about it. But I appreciate that someone is talking about how hard it is to get the cash together to start a business if ur not a Robinson/Bonfamille/Triton lol Tiana: Would much rather take a loan out than have to try and locate a rich person who’s feeling nice

Vixey: gosh yeah even with interpride’s help I still had to ask around

Al: Yeah it's absolutely bonkers, that whole process Al: Very exploitive

Tiana: Al got a shoutout from Northwest😎 Tiana: And another one from Webb, you are on a roll lol

Al: Wow, dang! Al: Making my heart swell 😂

[phoebe-delia]

Hello phoebe! For the meta ask if you're still doing it: 1, 4, 22 please? 💞

@colormehazelnut, Hazel! Thank you so much for this ask. Yes, I'm still doing the meta asks for as long as people send them in 😂. So thank you for filling my ask box with joy!

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

I have several WIPs going on, a couple of which are the prompts you sent in! (Thanks for those btw I'm so excited to write them for you!) Of course, I'm keeping those a secret for now, along with the other song prompts I've been lucky enough to get from people, so I'll instead say that I'm working on what I *hope* will eventually be my first longer fic. I struggle to write fics longer than 7k, so for this one I'm shooting for at least 10k. We'll see. But I've done a couple WIP snippet posts, combined here for those interested. This one will be post-war. My plan is for it to deal with mental health and finding yourself and learning what it means to be free. It's already one of the more relatable things I've written so far, and I'm excited to push a little out of my songfic comfort zone!

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Okay, I thought very long and hard about this, and I'm actually surprising myself a little bit with my selection because I often sorta forget about this fic. But it was for the microfic prompt "peculiar" and I was inspired by the lyrics from the song "evermore" by the one and only Taylor Swift. I'm proud of this one because I'd kept trying to think of other ideas for the prompt because I was like "not everything can be based on Taylor lyrics, Phoebe!" But I had no other ideas and finally I just decided to listen to the song on repeat. I sat in the chairs in an academic building while I waited between my classes and just wrote this. When I was done I was like "Welp, here we are!" 😂 CW: depression; the fic does have a happy/hopeful ending tho! You can read the rest here.

Draco couldn’t cry, so he let the sky do it for him. He shivered, soaking it up like the grass crushed under the shirt clinging to him like a second skin. He closed his eyes, imagining that the drops sliding down his face were the tears he couldn’t muster, the catharsis he hadn’t earned.

He spread out his arms and legs, weaving his fingers through the blades of grass. He wondered if he, too, could sink into the earth and intertwine himself with the roots; perhaps they, fibrous and thin yet enduring, could wrap around his veins and grow to his heart to raise the weight from his chest.

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

More often than I'd like to admit 😂. This ends one of two ways: resisting the urge to edit or delete the work, or with feelings of pride in my work.

I'm trying to have a healthier relationship with my stats page. It's strange, sometimes, because there are fics I've written that have gotten more "attention" than the fics I like the best. I can try to reblog/promote a fic over and over that I'm so proud of, but I'll still get likes or comments or reblogs on something I spent 10 minutes on.

I'm trying to realize that the number of likes or kudos or reblogs or comments something has doesn't have to be proportional to my pride in it. My favorite fics of mine aren't always my most "popular" fics, and that's okay. There are fics, like the one I mentioned in question 4, that have been well-received that I'm also proud of from a personal writing standpoint. And then there's also a 7k Gen fic on my AO3 that has 15 kudos that used to drive me crazy because it felt like I'd put all this work into it when "no one" had read it.

I wanted to "fix" it. I wanted to add a Drarry chapter at the end, just to give it more views. I wanted to rewrite the whole thing. I wanted to add more to it in the hopes that someone else would see it.

And then I realized that to do so would be a disservice to the work I put into it initially. I realized that adding something to a story just to make it more "popular" or to get it more attention isn't a good enough reason. I wrote a Gen fic. I wrote a fic that doesn't have Draco in it at all. I wrote a fic where there's no romantic relationship; where Harry and Ginny are friends. And that's okay. I'm still proud of it, of what I accomplished. It was the first fic I'd ever done for a fest, and it was based on something really special to me. And that's enough.

This isn't meant to be a not-so-subtle request to go read it, by the way, 😂. I've been meaning to write a post like this for a while because I know I'm not the only one who's struggled with this. And I just want anyone reading this to know that your creativity has value in and of itself. I'm not going to tell you not to write for others, or not to seek validation. We're all here because we like the way our brains get dopamine from reblogs and comments and kudos on our fics, and there's nothing wrong with that.

But my goal for myself is to notice when I'm getting too wrapped up in the hunt for validation and take a step back and let the fact that I'm using my brain to create be satisfactory. I want to have enough respect for my work as it is that I don't add more to it only because I've let my stats page tell me it's not good enough.

My stats page can judge me when it's written 7k. But until the frankly terrifying AU where AO3 becomes sentient and starts to write fics, I think I'll try to quit letting it affect my self-worth.

Ask me a writing meta question from this list! I’ve already done 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 17, 20, 22, and 23!