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Send help, 30 min into an unfortunately large rant post about deer symbolism in s5 of Malevolent and I’m still discussing the first appearance of them. This is going to take a while lol

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Mine 💚

Masterlist

Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

After years of work you got signed to a major horror movie studio,throwing your name into the spotlight. And quickly tossing you into multiple interviews to promote yourself and your new movie coming out. The press tour taking you almost all across the US. Including an appearance on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. The interview was mostly about your new movie,the previous roles and the new studio you were signed to. Of course because it was Jimmy Fallon he had to keep the mood light and make jokes. During the interview, the audience was shown clips of you at various Billie eilish shows from the Hit Me Hard and Soft Tour. You had been to several shows and had the time of your life. Which was embarrassing and all you could do was just laugh.

“I’m guessing you had fun?”

“She’s just incredible” You chuckled,praising Billie.

Hours later the clips were all over the internet and your phone dinged with a message.

@ billieeilish Her name popped up,seeing that she sent you a message. 

@  billieeilish: “hey just saw you on Jimmy Fallon, you’re funny and congrats on signing to the new studio”

"Well I dabble in comedy 😉,and thanks" you added a winking emoji to emphasize the joke.

@ billieelish: "Dabble in comedy and final girl roles, apparently. your screams are iconic."

"So are your songs,I mean you saw the footage of me making a fool of myself at your concert 😂😅"

@  billieeilish: "I think you spelled 'living your best life' wrong 😂” You chuckled to yourself. 

"I guess I really did spell it wrong"

@  billieeilish: "glad you cleared that up 😂 so which song is your favorite?"

"Well I have two favorites 'You should see me in a crown' and 'lunch'"

@  billieeilish: "taste 🤌🏻 you might be the first person to not say all the good girls go to hell or something in my dms 😂"

"Or bad guy 😂"

@  billieeilish: "omg yes 😂"

"You really should consider adding copycat to the set list,if you're taking suggestions that is"

@  billieeilish: "oh, I'm always open to suggestions. 👀 I'll see what I can do. "

@  billieeilish: "You seem to be a big fan. How many of my shows have you been to?”

"Honestly I've lost track,I've been to almost every show for the past three years"

@  billieeilish: "Damn, okay, hardcore. I'm impressed. have you been to the international ones too?"

"Some,when they were close to the filming locations" you explained.

@  billieeilish: "Ah, right. acting superstar, I forgot 😂 what's it like filming horror movies? I bet it's nerve-wracking"

"Not really,it wears off after a while and you lose the 'scared' part of it. You gotta learn to fake being scared really well" you explained further.

@  billieeilish: "You're a great actress then, because you looked terrified in The long night"

"Let you in on a little secret,that shot was filmed like 13 different times and they went with one of the later takes. Meaning that terrified look and scream was entirely fake,at that point I had been screaming all day but no one can tell"

@  billieeilish: "Damn, respect. all that screaming, and you still look amazing 😂 I'd be a mess. you probably have a killer throat game" You chuckled.

"So I've been told but don't expect me to sing. You heard how horribly off key I was,but if you ever need someone to scream or something like that,you know the right person 😂"

@  billieeilish: "Well, if I ever need a scream queen, I know who to call. and don't worry, off-key is the new in. You'll start a trend 😂"

"Sureeee" you spelt it in a way that showed you were being sarcastic. "Whatever you say Billie"

@  billieeilish: "don't mock me. I'm a very influential person. I can totally change trends with one flick of my pretty hand 😂"

"I don't doubt that" you smirked but she of course couldn't see it.

@  billieeilish: "good, you shouldn't doubt me. I'm always right. just ask my best friend Zoe, she'll confirm it 😂" You chuckled,before texting back.

"I don't think I need someone to confirm it,I already believe you. Unfortunately I'm gonna have to let you go,I have a premiere tomorrow and if I show up one more time with dark circles under my eyes from staying up all night the makeup team is not gonna be happy with me"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, alright. Gotta let my new fan rest. Can't have those circles under your eyes ruining that perfect look 😉  have fun at the premiere, darling. Break a leg"

"You too,and get some sleep because I know for a fact you have a show tomorrow"

@  billieeilish: "oh, so you're keeping tabs on me now? 👀 I'm honored, really. and yeah, you caught me. I have a show tomorrow. but I'll be sure to rest up so I can give my best performance for my number one fan ;)"

"Oh,I'm not gonna be there,with the premiere the time just won't work out. But I know you'll do great"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, that's a bummer. I was definitely looking forward to seeing you there. But I get it, the timing sucks. At least you'll be there in spirit 😂 and don't worry, I'll make sure to put on a show worthy of you, even if you won't be in the audience. I'll pretend you're there watching, front row, screaming for me"

"Good night,Billie 💚"

@  billieeilish: "Goodnight, darling. Sweet dreams. can't wait to chat again"

The next day you sent her a few photos as you got ready with the makeup team.

@  billieeilish: "wow, looking absolutely radiant! The makeup team works miracles. I'm jealous, all I have to do is wake up and get dressed 😂"

"You're the lucky one here,I had to be up at five am for this. I wish I could just get up,get dressed and head out 😂"

@  billieeilish: "Ugh, five in the morning? brutal. I don't envy that. I'm already exhausted just thinking about it. but hey, at least you get to wear a gorgeous dress and walk the red carpet. I just get to run around on stage for two hours 😂"

"I'd still rather be there watching you than the red carpet"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, you flatter me. but really, don't underestimate the power of a red carpet moment. I've seen those photos, your fans go absolutely crazy over you. I'm jealous of that 😉"

"I gotta go,they're calling for me. Good luck with your show 💚"

@  billieeilish: "alright, break a leg out there! I'll be thinking of you while I'm onstage.Have fun ❤️" You got to the red carpet and took photos,did some interviews which consisted of questions about the movie and filming before you headed inside.

@  billieeilish: "How's the premiere going? I bet you're absolutely killing it on the red carpet. I wish I could be there to cheer you on"  You sent her a photo from the red carpet. 

"It's going pretty well although I still wish I was at your show instead"

@  billieeilish: "Wow, you look stunning! they could totally use that photo as a movie still. And aww, I wish you were at the show too. But know that I'm thinking about you every time I sing. Maybe I'll even dedicate a song to you 😉"

"Really,which one?"

@  billieeilish: "hmmm, let's see... I'll let it be a surprise 😉 But trust me, it'll be one you'll love. You have great taste in my music, after all. I hope you're settling in for the movie now, but I gotta get ready for mine. Talk to you later, darling" As soon as everyone got into the theater to watch the movie you snuck off,changing your shoes so you weren't wearing heels. You made your way over to her show,already having a ticket that you bought months before. You walked in and heard her singing. You listen closely to see which song it was. Billie was on stage, performing with infectious energy, and the audience roared in approval. The song she chose was ‘Happier Than Ever.’ Soon you were screaming the lyrics with her,but begin cautious to not be too loud. As the song ended, Billie took a moment to catch her breath. The crowd cheered on, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline from the performance. She spotted you and shot a subtle smirk your way, clearly enjoying the fact that you were there. You smiled back at her,clearly overdressed for one of her concerts. You saw her chuckling,probably at how overdressed you were. As the concert continued, Billie continued singing, her eyes occasionally darting back to you, You continued to sing along with her,knowing every single word. As the concert reached its climax, the energy reached its peak. The crowd was electric, and you were right in the middle of it all, singing and dancing like you were the biggest fan. After the final song had ended and the lights went down, the crowd erupted into applause, and Billie's adrenaline was pumping. But as the audience began to file out, she looked around for you, realizing you were gone. A mix of disappointment and curiosity filled her mind.

"Sorry about running off,I had to get back in time for the after party so they wouldn't know I snuck off. I wish I could've talked to you but I had to be fast" You were gone but you did leave a message. "And your performance was absolutely fantastic," you added. You arrived back at your hotel room, kicking off your heels and collapsing onto the bed with a sigh of exhaustion. The after-party had been fun, but all you could think about now was how much you had enjoyed Billie's concert and the stolen moment with her. You were in the middle of washing your makeup off when you noticed tweets popping up with your name, mentioning that you had been at the concert. Curiously, you started scrolling through the mentions and comments, reading what people were saying about your surprise appearance.

"I'm dying! Y/N at Billie's concert? This is the crossover we didn't know we needed."

"I still can't believe I saw Y/N in the audience at Billie's concert. She was jamming out like the biggest fan."

"Wait, was that Y/N I saw at Billie's concert? OMG, she's such a huge fan! #Y/NAtBillieConcert" Immediately these were followed by others confused as you were supposed to be at the premiere.

"Yeah,she had premiere tonight,she must really be a big fan to sneak off just for Billie"

"Isn't she supposed to be at the premiere of her new movie?"

"Gotta admit, that's pretty impressive. Who would skip a premiere for a concert? Only a true fan."

"Wait, what? She left the premiere for Billie's concert? That's some serious dedication." You couldn't help but laugh at the confusion on Twitter as people started speculating about your whereabouts. And less than an hour the news outlets had picked up on the story,swarming with headlines such as.

@ EntertainmentWeekly: "Y/N Caught at Billie Eilish Concert: A Night to Remember!"

@ E!News: "Y/N Spotted at Billie Eilish Concert Amidst Premiere: A Surprising Fan Moment"

@ CelebBuzz: "Y/N’s Surprise Appearance at Billie Eilish Concert Sparks Speculations of a Romantic Connection!"

@ GossipCentral: "Y/N Skips Movie Premiere for Billie Eilish Concert: A Secret Romance?” You filled up the bathtub just as your phone dings with a message.

@ billieelish: "Hey, I see you made quite the impression on the media tonight 👀"

"Sure did,now everyone thinks we're secretly dating"

@ billieelish: "Haha, well, you know how the media is. they'll take any opportunity to spin a story. but just so you know, I'm not complaining about being associated with you like that 😉"

"They'll take anything,huh?"

@ billieelish: "Oh, absolutely. they're like sharks, circling any piece of drama or gossip they can find. but honestly, I wouldn't mind the media thinking we're secretly dating. could be worse, right?😏"

"It's pretty funny too,maybe you should come with me to the next premiere?" You suggested.

@ billieelish: "Haha, you know what? maybe I will. it'd give the media something to really talk about, right? and I have to admit, I wouldn't mind being your date to a premiere 😉"

"In that case I'll text you the details once I get them"

@ billieelish: "Perfect, I'll be looking forward to seeing you again and giving the media even more to write about 😉”

A few days passed and you talked less,mostly because you were both busy. You doing promotions for your next movie and she was filming for a music video,but she was stumped on one thing. The music video needed a princess of sorts to tie in with the song about how someone and their life looks like a fairytale. She just couldn't figure out who should play the princess,every actress didn't give the look in her eyes that she wanted. She was quickly running out of hope,having gone through a big amount of the actresses that auditioned.

@ billieelish: "Hey, I know this might be a bit random, but I've been stuck on something and I was hoping you could help me out. Can I ask you a favor?"

"I'll see what I can do,so what do you need help with?"

@ billieelish: "Well, I'm filming a music video, and I'm having trouble finding the right actress to play this princess role. I know it's probably a long shot, but I was wondering if you'd be open to trying out for it? I think you'd be perfect for the part."

"Sure,I could give it a try"

@ billieelish: "Really? That's amazing! Honestly, I was a little worried you might think it's a crazy idea, but I'm so glad you're game for it. When would you be free to come down to the set and give it a shot?"

"I have one more interview,so send me the details and I'll be there in one hour maximum"

@ billieelish: "Awesome, I'll have my team send you the address and any other necessary details. And don't worry, the scene is pretty simple. You just need to look pretty and act like a princess."😏

"Lucky for me I'm pretty good at that" you jokingly typed back.

@ billieelish: "Haha, I have no doubt about that. I've seen your red carpet looks, you totally dress the part of a princess. can't wait to see you in action 😉"

one hour later

When you arrived at the set, you noticed that the crew were already preparing for the shoot. Billie was in the corner, looking over the scene. She noticed you and quickly walked over.

"Hey, glad you could make it. ready to give this princess thing a shot?" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Sure,now what should I do?" You looked around,trying to deduce what the scene was about.

"Well, we're shooting a scene in the forest. We want to capture the whole fairytale vibe, so I think we're going for a soft, almost floating kind of walk. you know, like a princess walking through the woods, lost in her own world." Hours passed as you filmed,the last scene was her laying on your lap as she sang.

Days later you were back on the set of your movie when you got a notification of a money transfer from Billie with a note that said “Thanks princess” Your eyebrows raised, and a small smile played on your lips, realizing that Billie had sent payment for you appearing in her music video.

"You know that's way too much,it wasn't that many hours" you texted her.

The one thing about it was,it was too much for that few hours of filming.

@ billieelish: "lol, don't worry about it. I wanted to make sure I paid you well for your time and the amazing job you did. consider it a bonus for being the perfect princess 😉"

"Okay,sugar daddy," you joked back.

@ billieelish: "Haha, sugar daddy? I like the sound of that 😉 but seriously, I just wanted to show my appreciation, and I think you deserve it. so consider it a thank you gift from your favorite musician 😉" A few hours later you had finished filming for the day,the music video was released and you sat down to see what people were saying. You scrolled through your phone, checking social media to see how fans reacted to the video. Comments were rolling in, and the feedback was overwhelmingly positive. People were going nuts over your appearance and some even speculated about your relationship with Billie. Comments like 

"OMG, the princess is a literal goddess! Who is she?"

"Billie and the princess are giving us major fairytale vibes"

"The way Billie looks at her 😍" filled the comment section. Fans also took notice of the fact that the music video had a more light and cheerful tone than her usual dark and somewhat depressing tone. 

"The chemistry between Billie and the princess is off the charts!"

"I think the princess is the reason for the happier vibe. There's something about her that really brings a smile to my face."

"Is it just me or does this music video feel different than Billie's usual ones? It's so light and cheerful!"

"The princess, the lighting, the vibes—this music video is perfect. it feels like a whole new side of Billie we haven't seen before."

"I don't know what it is about the princess, but she really makes this music video. The chemistry between her and Billie is unreal."

"I've never seen Billie look at someone the way she looks at the princess. there has to be some real-life chemistry there! the tension is insane."

And the comments continued as you took her to your premiere as your plus one. The fans went wild on social media after seeing photos of you and Billie together at the premiere. The hashtag "billieandprincess" started trending, and the speculation about your relationship reached new heights.

"Omg, did you see that look in Billie's eyes when the princess walked down the red carpet? pure love. I can't handle it." 

"Billie and the princess are owning this red carpet. seriously, they're giving us goals #billieandprincess"

"I can't believe they came as each others' dates! they look so cute together.”

"The chemistry is off the charts. I can't stop staring at their pictures. this has to be more than just a friendly outing, right?" 

“The way they're posing together is everything. I'm officially on the 'billieandprincess' train. this is the ship I didn't know I needed."  It was clear the fans wanted you together and that wasn't helped by her continuing to have you in music videos,playing various characters but always close to her.

"I'm fully convinced they're secretly dating. who else gets to be in this many music videos with an artist like Billie?"

"I can't believe they're in another music video together! every time they team up, the chemistry is just unreal." The idea that you were secretly dating quickly made its way out of the fans and reached the headlines in newspapers and magazines.

@ PopCultureInsider: "The latest scoop: are Billie Eilish and her onscreen princess truly an item? read more here to find out!"

@ TrendingNow: "Billie Eilish's latest music video sparks romance rumors with mystery actress. Could this be the real deal?" With both of you not confirming or denying it,which only served to make them speculate more.

You were both at her place,she had invited you over to watch a movie. You had a couple of drinks before she started talking.

"So, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about... about us." she paused, her eyes searching yours. "You know how the media's been going crazy with all the speculation and rumors about us, right?"

"You wanna tell them that we're just friends?" You asked.

"No, that's not exactly what I was thinking." Billie shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. You moved closer to her,her hand quickly moved to your waist.

"If we do..." you couldn't think of what to say,the alcohol clouding your mind.Billie's hand on your waist sent a shiver down your spine, and the alcohol in your veins made your heart pound faster. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but the proximity was making it hard to think clearly. She leaned closer, her face just inches from yours, her eyes fixated on your lips.

"If we do..." she repeated your words, her voice barely above a whisper. You leaned closer and kissed her,your hand moving into her hair and she pulled you into her lap. With a soft moan, she deepened the kiss, her tongue seeking yours. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the moment, the taste of her and the intoxicating heat of her body against yours. You ran your hands through her hair, holding her close, your body trembling with anticipation. The room was filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and soft moans, a symphony of pleasure that only fueled the fire between you. Only for the moment to be interrupted by someone's voice. 

"Well, this is... unexpected." Just as things were getting even more heated, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke the moment. You both turned to see Billie's brother, Finneas, standing at the doorway, his eyes widened with surprise. "Looks like I interrupted something." He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the two of you, still cuddled closely together on the couch. His playful tone was evident as he spoke. Billie's voice was filled with embarrassment.

"Finneas, hey... um, you're home early."

"Sorry, didn't realize this was a private party." Finneas chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Oh, shut up. Don't you knock first?" she retorted.

"Oh, my bad. I'll make sure to wait for an invitation next time."

"Well, you just ruined the mood." You couldn't help but smile at their banter despite the initial embarrassment. Finneas's easy-going nature made the moment less tense as he leaned against the doorframe. He grabbed something and left,but not without some remark.

"Oh, and just remember kids, protection is important." Billie tossed a cushion towards him, which he dodged. "Thanks, we'll keep that in mind. Any more sage advice, oh wise one?"

“Hey, just lookin' out for you two lovebirds! Safety first, remember!" You and Billie exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. Finneas had a knack for lightening the mood, and his playful banter eased the embarrassment you both were feeling. She tossed another pillow his way.

"We get it, we get it! Now, can we get back to our moment, please?" Finneas ducked out of the way, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the pillow. He smirked, clearly enjoying the banter. He turned his back and you tossed a pillow his way,this one hit him.

"Hey, that was a cheap shot!"

"Maybe now you'll think twice before interrupting next time." Billie was clearly finding it fun that you stood with her,despite your moment having been ruined. He scurried off,leaving her looking up at you as her hands held your hips still.

"Where were we again?" Billie looked up at you, a mixture of desire and affection dancing in her eyes. Her hands remained on your hips, a possessive touch.

"I don't know,the shock sobered me up" you got off her and stood up. "I could use a shot of something"

"Yeah, Finneas has that effect on people. Always pops up at the most inconvenient times." You both moved to the kitchen. "As for that shot you need, what's your poison?"

"Something strong"

"How's a shot of good old whiskey sound? It'll definitely kickstart your mood." You both downed the shots,the whiskey burning on its way down. She set the empty shot glass on the counter with a soft clink, her gaze fixed on you, a mixture of desire and anticipation in her eyes.

"So we're doing this?" you gestured between you two.

"Unless you've changed your mind." She took a step closer to you, the space between you growing smaller with each moment. Her hand found your hip again, drawing you in even closer, the heat of your bodies meeting.

"I haven't" you moved closer,pressing yourself against her. You picked her up and set her down on the counter. Sitting there, she looked up at you, her gaze dark with desire and a hint of mischief. Your hands moved up her thighs to her waist as you kissed her.Her hands found their way to your hips, pulling you even closer as she deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaping her as her desires heightened.

"Maybe you should write a song about me," you teased,trailing your hand between her thighs.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being the subject of my next hit single." She looked up at you with a playful look, biting her lower lip as your touch sent sparks of pleasure through her. Trying to keep her voice even, she responded, her tone both amused and slightly breathless. You pulled her right to the edge,right up against you.

"Doesn't your princess deserve a song?" You knew what you were doing,playing with her.

"Oh, does my princess want a song all to herself?" She wrapped her legs around your waist, her arms looping around your shoulders as she looked up at you, a mix of playfulness and lust in her eyes. She leaned in closer, her words a playful challenge. You kissed her neck.

"What do you think?" It was a sarcastic question,one that didn't demand an answer.

"Maybe I do... maybe I want a whole album."

"Really now? Tell me more" you bit her neck,making her moan. "Make that album and I promise I'll give you the best night of your life" you whispered,moving your hands underneath her oversized t-shirt.

"You'd better keep that promise." You moved to pull off her shorts,moving to whisper. 

"Oh,I will" you spread her legs,your fingers hooked her panties and pulled them off. "I'm keeping these,I hope you don't miss them too much. And if you need more 'inspiration' call me"

"Trust me, I'll remember this for future inspiration. But I think you might need to give me something in return." Her panties had a massive wet spot,clearly she was enjoying this. You unzipped your top to show your chest as you leaned closer. She bit her lip, trying to control the wave of arousal that coursed through her at the sight. 

"That's a pretty good exchange... but is it enough to inspire a whole album?"

"Then touch them" you smirked

"Giving me instructions now, are you? I should've known you'd be the bossy type." Her hands slowly traced your skin.

"You should watch that pretty mouth,it'll get you in lots of trouble" your lips glistened with your lipgloss which had somehow stayed despite everything.

"And what if I like trouble? What if I want my pretty mouth to get me into some fun situations?" Your hand brushed against the inside of her thigh,before two fingers plunged into her. Your fingers slipping in so easily. 

"God,you're so wet for me"

"Y-You have that effect on me... It's incredible..." Her body arched into your touch at your words, a soft moan escaping her lips."Really" You pulled your fingers out and licked them. She whined and whimpered the second you pulled your fingers out. "Please... I need more, don't tease me like this" You smirked,knowing you had her at your mercy. You moved her body,putting her feet on the counter which made her spread her legs wide. Letting you see her fully as you drew lines from her ankle to her inner thigh. You took her hand and placed it between her legs. 

"Now,show me how you've touched yourself." You smirked,your hand covering hers. She moved her hand,circling her clit, her breath shallow and quick. "How many times have you done this,pretended,wished it was my hand?" You whispered into her ear. She let out a shuddering exhale as your words washed over her, the sound of them sending chills down her spine. Your free hand moved to her chest,softly squeezing as you kissed her collarbones and neck. You kissed her cheek,your hand moving hers in quicker circles. Her back arched and she moaned loudly. It didn’t take long at all for her to cum with your touch,you took over and let her ride it out as long as she could. “That’s it,good girl.”

Months later she had finished the album and was working on a music video with you. This one was completely sexual and you played along perfectly. One scene was her scribbling the word 'mine' all over you. Pretty much confirming your relationship to the media. You both knew that this moment was more than just a scene for the music video. It was a statement to the world that you belonged to each other. You were covered in the word and decided to post a photo to your Instagram,with the caption 'I think they got the message 💚' and tagged her on one of the 'mine' she had written on your skin. 

[enwoso]

Emily fox teaching Lovie to read

bookworm | alessia russo x child!reader

just a lil cute blurb as a treat after that wonderful start to arsenal’s uwcl campaign❤️🤍

grumpy masterlist

“so can you tell me what that word says?” emily asked as she had arranged the colourful letters into a words. she was sat with you helping to teach you to read.

alessia had tried so many ways to try and help you learn to read, she had used ways from google, tiktok, mum groups but non of it seemed to work. you would instead just get bored and rush off to do something else.

many of the other arsenal girls had also tried but you never seemed interested in doing it, instead finding something to avert your attention to.

but you’d been sat with emily now on the coach, a table in front of you for at least thirty minutes doing a letter game, where she would make a spell the letter for you but you had to read what it said. it so far seeming to work.

you sat with a concentrated look on your face as you tongue slightly poked out between your lips as you tried to work out the word emily had spelt for you.

“that’s a t- and a r” you said pointing at the colourful letters on the table as emily nodded on encouragingly with a smile on her face as you were close, “tr-tee no, tree!”

“yes! woo” emily cheered on as you sat with a proud smile on your face as emily moved the coloured letters once again, “should we try something a little trickier now?” emily turned to you as you paused for a second to think before nodding your head.

your mummy was watching on from the seats across the aisle, a small smile as she watched you thrive. you were learning and even though it had taken a few attempts with different people including herself she was glad you were finally getting it and having fun while doing it.

emily moved the letters to make a sentence, it going along the table, making sure you could make the words out. “right, you ready?” she asked as you hummed looking at the four words splayed across the table.

“um, t-h-e, the” you sounded the letters out as looked to the side slightly to see emily’s reaction knowing you were doing something right as she had an encouraging smile on her face. “the, d-o-g-, dog!”

“yes! your doing so well, keep sounded the letters out” emily encouraged as she pointed to the next letter of the new word.

“w-a-s.. um. was!” you got out after a few attempts of sounding the letters out as emily nodded pointing to the last letter of the last word.

“uh. u-p… s-e-t?” you sounded each letter out as you looked to emily a little confused as she gave you a few hints. “so try and say them together, up and set”

“upset?” you said a little hesitantly as emily encouraged you to carry on.

“get in tiny! now can you put all those words together to make the sentence” emily asked as you nodded, emily pointing back to the first word.

“the,, dog, was,, upset. the dog was upset!” emily cheered as you finished the sentence, a little face of surprise and shock came across you before a big smile overcame as emily high fived you.

an immense amount of pride filled you as you carried on talking and reading sentence out that emily placed on the table with the colourful letters.

you finishing up the last word of the sentence emily had splayed along the table, “your a superstar! that was excellent!” emily high fived you with two hands as you bounced up and down in your seat in excitement of your new skill.

“mummy!” you called out to your mum who was sat across from you and emily, busying herself with finishing some uni work in the spare time she had where her full attention didn’t need to be on you.

“yes baby?” alessia cooed as she looked up from her laptop with a small smile.

“i can read! emily teached me!” you said with such excitement as alessia corrected you on the word you butched slightly.

“that’s fantastic lovie, i’m so proud of you!” your mummy smiled proudly at you as your small heart felt all warm and fuzzy with a sense of accomplishment. “now you can start and read me a bedtime story” your mummy joked, it being a nightly routine that you wouldn’t fall asleep at home without a story but usually after the first few words you fell straight asleep.

you nodded, before making you way down the bus to tell everyone your new skill that you had mastered on the journey. the entire team being so excited for you.

“how on earth have you managed that foxy?” alessia asked, genuinely curious as the blonde had tried every way possible to teach you to read. emily just shrugging she hadn’t had a technique, nor had she ever taught a four year old to read before so she didn’t really know what she had done differently.

“you must of been a teacher in your past life!”

[lundenloves]

bro ik simon buys his daughter some silly ass shit on missions😭 like he will buy her a mug ( a mug, FOR A BABY. ) titled: "worlds best daughter and dad duo" .. wont even let the reader hold their kid as long as hes some n shit.. just pls dad!simon hcs PLS

you ask and you shall receive anon. here are the current thoughts swooshing around in my messy brain right now. 🪄

dad!simon masterlist | hc 2

my god definitely tho.

He’s the definition of girldad. To a T. Like, when she’s younger and he’s still new to the whole thing it’s all scary but once he’s past that and realises it’s literally just a tiny person. It’s over for everyone around him.

That little girl is worth crushing skulls for fr.

Waking up in the middle of the night to baby cries was something he took in stride. The first few times definitely scared the shit out of him and he wanted to wake you up. But then again, realising that it was just a tiny person. He would get up and probably fall asleep on the sofa with her instead of taking her back to the cot.

Not that he would admit it but he felt way more relaxed with her sleeping on his chest.

Shirtless.

SKIN. TO. SKIN.

When she gets older, she starts asking questions about him and his job and all the ‘why’ follow ups. We’re talking ages 7-9 here.

“Why wear skull stuff if you’re called Ghost?”

“It’s a callsign.”

“What’s a callsign?”

“A nickname.”

“Why?”

Literally his mini-me though. She follows him everywhere. All around the house, upstairs downstairs, outside inside. EVERYWHERE. He never grows tired of it though. Always entertaining the questions.

“Do you have a name?”

“Yes. I have a name.”

Then telling her it and she goes onto call him Simon for three days straight before moving onto another source of entertainment.

She draws pictures of 141. Penning a little version of herself in the middle of the men, a big arrow pointing to each of them labelled by their names spelt wrong. Sop. Pris.

Soap draws pictures back stfu.

Definitely the type of relationship with his daughter where they’re close until she becomes interested in boys and her dad is suddenly embarrassing lmaoooo.

Johnny is actually the embarrassing uncle.

Her first boyfriend my days.

I know by this point, he has another daughter. No one can convince me otherwise. He has a minimum of two.

“She’s gonna see her boyfriend.” The younger one would sing and Simon is right onto that shit. Dad stance n’ all.

“What age is he?” First question.

“Dad.”

LeaveTheDoorOpen™️

His kids don’t actually know what he works as. It’s like, no one knows exactly what their dad does. SAS shit or smth.

For forms, he just waves a hand of dismissal and is like, “Just say i’m in the army.”

“Are you in the army?”

“No.” this mf

Having two daughters definitely be teaching him a lot. Like periods. He never took them seriously until he was being barked at for the seventeenth time in one day, deciding in that moment to understand.

Also the designated bag holder and credit card user on shopping trips.

Dilf.

this is short but i’m writing a huge smut for him rn don’t tell anyone. you. yes, you.

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[ohsunnyboy]

coherent waves | lee anton ˚₊‧⁺˖

people say the first touch of fate feels like a circuit being completed. so why does lee anton's soulmate seem to hate him?

TAGS: soulmate!au, college!au, gn!reader, cute and awkward engineering majors!anton and reader, confessions in the rain, kiss!

A/N: this boy bias wrecked me SO hard i paused writing a sungchan fic for this haha self-indulgent SCREAMiing as always (to clarify, his mark is on his left, our right)

WORDS: ~1700

Everyone knows Lee Anton's face.

No matter what, everyone's got their campus crushes. The people they'd linger around a corner for in hope of seeing, those with soulmarks you wish would line up just perfectly with your own. Somewhere out there, someone's walking around with your first touch of fate around with them. It's for that reason everyone knows Anton as the campus crush.

It's impossible to miss the six feet of cuteness, the shoulders broad enough to span the Californian coast and the tan handprint branded across his left cheek. Lee Anton, the sweetest guy on campus whose soulmate was destined to slap him in the face once they met. Nothing in it spelt destiny for you, but it was definitely curiosity at first sight.

"Hey, are we okay? Just at group study…” And your brain sputters like a misfiring car. He’s right behind you, isn’t he?

You want to pretend you didn’t hear him over the bucketing rain – maybe even your thunderous heart. Without an umbrella, you’re screwed if you run down the library steps into the dark and you’d look insane to push past him back into the library. Damn.

Not once did you dare speak to him during the entire group study. Though the feeling of his curious eyes lingering on you alone lit you up like a fuse about to blow. No wonder he's asking you if you're okay. The entire time you acted like some tween with a stupid crush. Which you’re not. Clearly and obviously not. First year electrical engineering has enough problems to give you a migraine.

Something about being around him sets your brain off like a capacitor discharging. Everything firing off at once, without a thought of where to go.  

"No? Yes! Yes. Fuck – sorry. We’re fine." Is what you come up with.

And some boy can apparently render you stupid within two feet of him. Someone needs to remind you how you’re a candidate for the dean’s list again.

Your stilted answer and the ensuing silence cause the corner of Anton's lip to quirk into a grimace. "Ah – okay. Sorry, I'll see you Friday.” When he takes out his umbrella it nearly whacks you in the face before he starts to run down the steps, leaving not a glance behind him.

Ah, shit.

Stunned, you’re left with a) no umbrella and b) a burning sense of mortification about how badly that went. Before you know it, your feet are running you down the path he took. One problem at a time… c’mon fix this. "Hey! Hey wait up, please! Anton!"

Running in the pouring rain was something you never planned on doing tonight or any day of the week but for fixing whatever you’ve got with Anton – it seems worth it.

Whatever they used to say about stem majors being chronically unfit bookworms definitely applies to you, as your heart thuds in your skull and lungs start to give out. Somehow after months of trailing behind his broad back, you underestimated how quickly he can escape you. 

Finally, like a lighthouse in the night, his blue umbrella is radiant under the light of the bus stop. “Anton!”

Three months of dodging each other’s eyes and scampering out empty classrooms early, Anton’s eyes are at the edges of almost all your memories. You know his wide eyed look anywhere. But with as much grace of a new-born giraffe, you sidle next to him under his umbrella, unaware of the blush warming Anton’s face.

Thankfully there’s no one else about apart from him to watch you keel over for a solid minute to gather your breath. Internally you think you’re as bright red as the LEDs you use in the labs. That, and so soaked you’re sure you're waking up with a cold tomorrow. Though, it could be worse. It could be whatever happened earlier.

Caught again in his orbit, you feel it again. The charge crackling under your skin that makes you want to claw at it.

It’s a moment before anyone speaks, still too busy process what exactly is going on. Eventually you gain your bearings and look into his shifty eyes with resolution.

“Hey look – I’m super sorry about everything,” you blurt. “The entire thing with the study group and completely dodging you in class. I – well, it’s not on purpose but I don’t know why but it’s like I get caught in some interference feed within like a metre of you and I just can’t think straight. Everything just sort of fires off in an incoherent mess. I’m trying, I really do but for once, I just can’t explain it.” It pours out in what feels like one breath. You feel like you’re teetering on the spot, on the cusp of embarrassment or sheer confidence. At this point, it might just be both. “… Sorry if I made you uncomfortable about anything but you’re top of our year, so damn cool and collected all the time – I feel like my wires get mixed up.” 

There’s an ache in your neck from looking up to him and watching his reaction. Calm and collected as always. It must be the longest you’ve ever got to look him in the eyes properly. Until,

“Me too.”

Huh?

Anton pauses for a moment, worrying the inside of his cheek before admitting, “I… I really wished we could talk more but you’re always busy and I feel awkward butting in. You’re really intimidating in the group studies, you know? You know everything and get along with everyone so easily. I psyche myself out.”

As he talks, your cheeks warm in endearment and you shuffle closer while he’s distracted. The familiar scent of cherries that would haunt you around campus suddenly right under your nose.

“I mean, I thought you’d just be another person put off by this-“ he waves a self-conscious hand over his soulmark “-and being avoidant because of that. Though I guess I figured you didn’t care because you never lingered on it like… like everyone else.”

It comes to you all in pieces. Anton always ducking his head away, never looking anyone straight on, always pursing his lips and turning away whenever someone brought up soulmarks. Those rumours haunt him.

However, standing here you’ve never been more confident. You know your what your hand looks like.

Does he?

“I think it has a good story.” The look of disbelief he gives you is priceless but you push on. “I mean, mine’s just on my palm just like seventy percent of the population so it can be boring.” Under the light, you raise your hand to him, showing the contrasting darker skin on your right palm and the small shake of your fingers. Anton locks onto your mark with a laser focus that you’ve never seen before. “And besides… I think you know what your soulmark actually is.”

One step closer: you’re just a hairsbreadth away. So close you can feel is body heat through his hoodie and see your breath leaving goosebumps on the expanse of his exposed neck. In the reflection of his blown pupils you can almost see yourself.

He swallows, eyes never leaving your palm. "You know what everyone says about it." Anton chews at his lip, bitten raw from worry. It’s stupidly endearing whether he knows it or not. Instead of dropping it, you raise your hand, leaving it to rest on his shoulder in comfort. “That the only reason I get slapped is because I’m secretly an asshole?”

"You don't know that it’s a slap for sure.”

"Then what else could it be then.”

"Really, Anton?" you hum. He’s so tense under your hand you feel like he could shatter from where you touch him. His eyes dazed and lingering where your hand used to be "We’re both smarter than this.”

Under the streetlight, what he has is clear as day to you while you trace his mark with your eyes. The thumbprint that curls across his left cheekbone, to the fingertips that edge from his hairline to his jaw and even the light shadow that touches the corner of his lip – as if he’s pressing a kiss to the heel of their palm. "Whoever it is, they're holding you."

“…Whoever it is… ?” he murmurs.

Anton’s unwavering gaze finally bores into you. Two interstellar blackholes swallowing you up and bearing down. An infinite number of thoughts or none at all. All behind those eyes, calculating and calibrating. You wonder where he is in that brilliant mind of his.

“Do it.”

You’re so careful.

You don’t know what you’d do with yourself if you hurt him. Maybe this doesn’t work out? What if you’re just another person in the crowd watching and waiting for someone else. You knew from the moment you started high school, life was a bunch of problems that you had to solve. The sheer existence of uncertainty guarantees nothing in any aspect of your life. What is guaranteed already, what are the variables, what are you working with. Whatever this is – it’ll be another problem but not one you get to calculate – it's one you need to guess.

His skin is too warm, and your hand is too cold. Nothing sparks but something is complete in your heart.

It fades. The marks – yours, his, all of it. It recedes back as if it never existed.

"I told you so."   

The clatter of the umbrella is your only warning before his hands cup your face and he kisses you. He kisses you in earnest, softer than you'd expect and warm enough to make your knees weak. With a deceptive strength, Anton presses you back against a railing, and your arms loop around his neck, hands burying in his hair. Hidden muscles you used to wonder about, tense where you touch him.

Eyes closed to the rain, foreheads knocked together and not a care in the world. You’re pulled into him like air. Both of you are trembling with relief. Like coherent waves, you come together in sync and everything you feel is amplified between you two. It’s then you know exactly what was racing in his mind.

Smiling into your neck, Anton sighs. "I'm yours." His voice lower and a little bit breathier. It makes your heart skip a beat, and your mouth turns up at the corners.

All across your veins it’s like a current is pushing through your skin. Anton and you, a circuit complete.

blehh i'm rusty but i'm starting uni as a mechEng student soonish so wish me luck 🫡 a reblog or a like always helps to encourage more thank you! ⭒ masterlist

[tarovrispy]

hear me out on your best friend BOKUTO KOUTAROU being your friendly neighbourhood spiderman...

BOKUTO who always spoke silly motivational quotes (that sometimes you could get and sometimes you couldn't) be it in real life or on the screen as spiderman (when interviewed by news reporters) – it was one of the signs you used to figure out his identity

in order to figure out if your deductions that BOKUTO was spiderman was right, you decided to try something out – asking him out on a hangout just when spiderman was being featured on the news (in an interview) in that moment, BOKUTO who received a call from you panicked and took his phone out from his spiderman suit pockets (excusing himself from the interview to answer your call) you thought it was sweet of him to make time for you (and also hilarious about how easy it was for you to figure out his biggest secret then)

BOKUTO who got so excited he forgot to change out of his suit before swinging over to your house (after the interview) once he got your call about hanging out – it was then you realised you didn't have to make up a whole plan on how to confront him about his hidden identity

BOKUTO who initially tried to sheepishly cover up his mistakes by trying to explain that it was a fake spiderman suit that he bought to give you a little surprise (for he claimed to have think you called to hang out for you were upset) yet, he found himself lost for words when you countered his excuses and told him you knew he was spiderman

BOKUTO who started showing you his new ways of affection (after you found out about his secret identity) by dropping off your favourite snacks that he bought from the convenience store at your bedroom window (no matter the day or the weather) in fact, when he didn't drop by it was both of y'alls own secret signal that he wasn't feeling well or something came up

BOKUTO who would sometimes even take you on night swings (when you were feeling low / needed to relieve your head)

when BOKUTO first took you on your first night swing with him, you were so nervous that you clutched onto his arms so tightly, red rings appeared around his arms afterwards – when he took off his suit at home for a late shower, he snapped pictures of them to show you

BOKUTO whom you once invited to show up in his spiderman suit to be a "pretend spiderman" for your nephew's birthday party (for he was the biggest spiderman fan in the world) you thought inviting spiderman (without spending actual costs on a cosplayer) to his birthday party would end his birthday with an unforgettable note

BOKUTO who did better than your expectations at being a "pretend spiderman" until your nephew asked if he could shoot webs (which he did without much thinking as the both of them were far too enthusiastic greeting each other)

you were thrown into a frenzy then when BOKUTO made that slip up (thankfully, no one really at the party got suspicious – only claiming that you invited the best spiderman cosplayer ever) only your nephew who believes the real spiderman actually visited his birthday party (which well he's not wrong...)

BOKUTO who confessed to you as spiderman on one normal night swing y'all had (except he took a route y'all usually didn't take – raising your confusion and worries) however everything soon became clear when he purposely stopped y'all on a rooftop of a building which faced a wall of an abandoned building (on the wall spelt 'will you go out with me?' with webs) and obviously you said yes to him (because who wouldn't?)

BOKUTO who was so simple minded with his confession plan that he didn't even think about having to clear up the spider webs on the building afterwards (so the next morning, y'all woke to the internet trending with topics such as 'spiderman having a girlfriend')

BOKUTO who had a good laugh over the trending internet searches that morning with you on video call

a/n: sorry my intrusive thoughts came over me and before I knew it, I got to work so..!! I love bokuto koutaro and I lowk love spiderman (so how about both of them together <3?)

[satoruhour]

a/n: uururgghghh im starting to struggle to write i swear the next one will be a fluff one. pt.2 to this

warnings: long piece, sugar daddy!au, discussions of kinks including daddy kink, filming, cockwarming, creampies / breeding kink, public sex, exhibitionism, oral (f and m receiving), phone sex, fingering, cumshots, praise, somnophilia, handjobs, size kink, lingerie, let me know if i missed anything, n*sfw under the cut

✶ NANAMI

nanami is an interesting sugar daddy. he thinks it’s bc the opportunity came so randomly that he didn’t know what to do, so he’s new to this as you’re new to him, not expecting the man to show up when you had sent a drunk email to a craigslist listing

it was amusing seeing your email, but he could tell there was at least a bit of need for some monetary assistance when u sent it in because yes, you were drunk but also the type of honest drunk that reminded him of a certain friend… you literally spelt it all out for nanami in the email

and you explicitly remember sinking into your hands when you listened to your friend to go ahead with the meeting and nanami’s small amused smile, knowing way more things about you on your first meeting just from the message

you’re nanami’s first sugar baby, so tbh he doesnt know what to expect, but if he were to actually choose, he wouldnt want a sugar baby, like geto, who is too used to being indulged and spoiled. he needs gratitude or a thank you when he buys you things and he’s okay if youre picky, just not too bc then it’s like impossible to please you

he reluctantly asks gojo about it later on and he is so annoying while explaining to nanami about sugar babies and stuff, but gojo made some pretty good points, shoving a picture of his own sugar baby into nanami’s face with a laugh and then nanami immediately leaves LMFAO

i’d say nanami is pretty lenient though, just strict about what you spend money on sometimes. like if you’re buying a 2024 diary for you to journal, he’s just going to stare at you because he KNOWS you will not keep that journal up lol (sorry to the those who like to journal ahhdhfner)

or like buying those weird expensive snacks with new, experimental flavours only for it to taste like shit and nanami has to gulp down two glasses of water after eating a bbq flavoured chocolate bar

ok im aware this would work even if he wasn’t ur sugar daddy but just pretend

nanami learns the ins and outs for caring about a sugar baby pretty fast, wiring you an allowance everyday and bringing you to events occasionally, but more importantly figuring out your boundaries and how this relationship would go about

it started off purely transactional at first, but then he starts to imagine meeting up more with you, taking you places. it happens against his will for him bc he’s seen these types of relationships fall apart, and he hates opening up to ppl in the first place. but then one day you’re telling him youre meeting with someone from university and he gets so annoyed the next time you meet up

turns out you were hoping he’d do something about it, and he did

like gojo, he wants to be a good boyfriend as he is being your sugar daddy

although he’s very stoic, you know he cares for you when he does small things like buying you the right kinds of pads, paying silently for the dinner when he goes to the “toilet”, finding jobs with you because he doesnt mind if you want to earn ur own money, occasionally buying you little things he finds in high-end stores that are not clothes that reminds him of you.

he doesn’t mind the minor dent in his account after treating you, bc he knows you’re content with already needing money for university. the extra gifts are just a bonus and it warms your heart when he does all these small things

gives you money like semi-often!! he knows you dont spend it impulsively so he spreads out the times he gives you your allowance 

being his sugar baby is sooo classy like you have gotten so many tight black dresses for events that sometimes you cant find things to wear to the grocery store

goes ALL out for anniversaries always, buying you matching necklaces where he takes the other half, bouquets of flowers, that pair of earrings you were looking at the storefront

oh yea he’s always buying you bouquets, you have no idea where to put them

he’s better with larger, wearable gifts as opposed to gojo’s type of small trinket gift giving, but just like gojo he also loves getting you an initial necklace, but just for the sole purpose of showing that you belong to him. it’s cute, he finds himself staring at the N.K. on your neck every time you meet up 

nanami loves his suits, but he is TERRIBLE at dressing out of them. mismatched patterns, ugly ass shoes, please save him

he lets you drag him to buy some clothes for him but whatever he swears he just looks like a grandpa. maybe it’s bc of his light coloured hair

very good at giving pointers for your style tho, so he smiles when he sees you pick a dress bc he said so, a hand dipping down to your ass to squeeze briefly

loves when you visit him in the office whenever you have no classes for the day, a cute sundress on as you bring his lunch like a cute lil wife.

he values privacy a lot and doesnt like to open up at times, so it takes a while for him to properly let you in in his insecurities and doubts. it happens at first when you realise nanami doesnt call you the various pet names he does when around ppl he knows and you bring it up and it escalated into a whole argument

you were just so close to leaving to give him his space but then he starts slowly about having people leave him before and he doesnt want to mess this shit up again. he feels you deserve better, but you told him he is better

with that, u were able to deepen ur bond, but also it allowed nanami to allow a person in his life again, letting your things take over his bathroom space and living room

the first time he considers buying a ring is when you hang off his arm and interact kindly with his clients and fellow CEOs, ignoring the strange pull of his heart. it’s like you understand the importance of

these events, and even though through knowing you and how you didnt exactly favour crowded places, you still put yourself through it

you have to catch your breath later in the bathroom and nanami’s outside, worried as hell and you tell him youre fine, but he’s not having it so u roll your eyes and exit the bathroom, shocked to see his usually calm face turned into an expression of anxiety

he says that you both will leave immediately and you protest but all he does is shake his head and drive you back. needless to say you had so much more fun watching stupid romcoms and cuddling until youre waking up in the morning to something poking you in the back and there’s this adorable flush that overcomes nanami’s cheeks lol

n*sfw hc’s below

doesnt like to jerk off normally. if he does it’s usually morning wood or after seeing a beautiful woman but he just. doesnt get those desires and the need for release. that doesnt mean hes not good at sex or whatever. hes had his days during uni and stuff, but ever since he’s started work it’s been so busy he really has no time whatsoever

sex life with nanami is sweet yet unpredictable. youve always started out slow and sensual mainly because he doesnt want to hurt you or go too roughly but one day youre bringing up how to make ur sex life more exciting and he went “i couldve done this the whole time?”

you had the best night of your life that night jus sayin!!!!

we have established this thru the fandom but nanami is a pleasure dom when it comes to you, not quite like geto who likes watching you do the work. nanami has to give you the pleasure himself

he’s eaten you out more times than youve fucked and he’s really done it everywhere. he has done it under the table when youre on a call for your class. he’s done it at event bathrooms, he’s done it at night in the park. 

NOW. nanami is not big on public sex but then he sees you bend over during your picnic to catch the plastic bag and the wind blew up ur skirt and he saw ur cute little pussy under …. he couldnt resist it

likes the the possibility of getting caught, and it’s obvious you might because you r soooo wet every time he flicks at your clit

he only does it if he gets to eat you out, and if hes really needy, he’ll grant you a quickie but other than that he can hold himself back - plus you deserve better than to be bent over a bathroom sink

also loves breeding you, unprotected sex all da way. likes the way it seeps out of you and your shivers when you feel him fill you up. would get a vasectomy for you considering how much he looooves to cum deep in you

regarding the kinks you may have brought up to him it’s just hoping he’d be rougher, maybe even try some degradation, you even discussed he could use you when youre sleeping if he wanted to. other things include phone sex and the use of toys, but you mentioned that as long as you were both comfy there could always be a fun time

and bro loved it. u realise he’s only ever focused on praise on most days but when he’s stressed from work he always takes it out on you and you fuckin love it lol.

youve done it over the phone a few times but he thinks he prefers to do a video call better, but the first time he wanted to he didnt know how to switch the call from an audio to a video one and you had already came lmaoooo

you were giggling once nanami grumbled over the receiver, but you helped him easily just by talking bout how youd ride him or how youd suck his cock

10/10 that experience and being with you made him be more open to blowjobs more often, not that he didnt before! but hes always been putting you first that hes never thought much abt his own pleasure <3

warning for drabble: consensual somnophilia, no foreplay, mating press, nanami is a little rough, brief fingering and cunnilingus, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink

nanami comes home to your sleeping figure, calm and even breaths leaving your person with a small smile on your face and all he can do is coo, running a hand up your thigh before preparing to carry you, not expecting that when you open your legs, he sees the centre of your pants harbouring a darker, wet spot, pussy lips pulled taunt from how tight your pants were.

and the man immediately chokes back a moan, remembering the conversation after he had used you to your limit on the kitchen counter, scratching on the smooth marble surface while your face was smushed up against the flat surface. with a little grin, you wished he let out his frustrations on you more, even when you were sleeping — and what better time now that his head was close to popping a vein with how incompetent his workers were?

a moan distracts nanami’s thoughts, and among the unintelligible noises you make, he can figure out how you’re probably dreaming, cock hardening once he hears that you w’nna be filled. that is enough reason for him to unbuckle his pants with a relieved sigh, the cold air on his length making him hiss as he peels his underwear off him, length hitting his torso from how hard he was.

“you don’t know what you do t’me, baby,” nanami mumbles, pumping his cock with slow strokes before swiping your pants to the side, lightheaded from just how wet you seem to be. he drags his cock along your folds, collecting your slick on his leaking tip that mixes with the pre-cum and he groans at how you seem to drip more just from that gesture, inching his fat cock into your pliant cunt without much trouble.

you’re so tight, sucking him in the moment he’s sheathed in you until he bottoms out and you’re whining louder now, still bordering on the line of consciousness and unconsciousness. you’re clenching around him so hard that he struggles to move, until he’s feeling you grasp his arm with fatigue in your eyes.

“use me, kento—” nanami grunts at those words, pulling out just to slam back into you and the slutty moan that leaves you cuts through your slumber because nanami’s deeper than he’s ever been in you. your eyes crack open at your boyfriend who’s currently fucking into you, hips moving at a speed faster usual and you cry out when his tip kisses your cervix just barely. 

“feel so fuckin’ good, just let me use you like a cocksleeve, alright?” nanami groans out, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest and the change in position makes you whine, hitting your spots so well now that you’re in a mating press. from here nanami is hypnotised with the way your juices collect on his length, the squelching noises of your sopping cunt only fuelling him on. “who’s making you feel this good, baby?”

there’s tears that linger at your waterline, struggling to even get out a coherent sentence when you’re babbling incomplete sentences and nanami smiles at the drool leaving the corners of your mouth. “you— you a-are— oh my god!”

“rub your clit for me, doll,” nanami whispers out, already feeling his orgasm approaching from how snug you were around him, and the feeling of your fingers massaging languid circles into your clit makes him grunt, and soon after that nanami cums with a loud moan, so vulnerable in that moment that his deep voice goes up a pitch as he releases in you, hot cum spilling into your womb.

you mewl from the feeling but you’re left empty when he removes his cock and dips down to latch his mouth onto your clit, shoving his fingers into your gaping hole to keep you filled. nanami sucks on your bundle of nerves until you cum with a cry of his name, toes curling on his shoulder as your slick drips down his hand. “messy, messy baby,” nanami grins, popping his fingers into his mouth before he spreads your pussy, seeing the mixture of your cum and his leak out, “let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”

✶ TOJI

toji is an all rounded sugar daddy!!! boyfriend.. not so much he is a man who values work and does it well but he gets engrossed in it too much

preferences for a sugar baby vary bc theres a lot of factors involved. it’s not just one thing that he feels will dictate if he likes you as a sugar baby or not but the one important thing he doesnt like is when you dont pull your weight? if that makes sense

like not knowing what you want in life is perfectly fine but if youre just sitting on your ass and expecting money to come in it’s irksome to him, especially when hes worked his ass off to get to where he is today

he also likes it if you have a smart, snarky mouth. it amuses him seeing you flip the finger at him or tell some worker in his company off for commenting on your skimpy outfit

you two met in university. when he was younger he used to work as a professor, but now bc hes the CEO of a big company, he’s only able to handle adjunct jobs

basically he helped you out of a shitty house and stress from not having enough money, that causes you not to do your best in classes and he’s so glad he took a chance on you because he’s never seen you so bright before in class. but he couldnt stay much after taking over a CEO position, so he left in the middle of your second year

pleasantly surprised when he gets an email one day thanking him for the stuff he did for you, offers u a job at his company and from then on he says how he’d like to take care of you despite you finishing school

it also starts out as transactional but one day youre asking to meet in his office to ask why youre getting special treatment and youre telling him it’s not necessary when youre working for him now. “nonsense. i want to take care of you.”

his feelings slipped on a late night when he was working overtime and you stayed up too in order to see toji. you wouldnt admit to yourself but you liked him too. a little more than your usual crush bc ohhh lord have you seen his physique

and he comes out to see you still working and comes to annoy you and just gives you a fat stack of money out of nowhere??? hes bad with words ok

he says i mean it and waits for you to make the first move, but you dont and hes leaning forward to give you a soft kiss. ppl were confused as to why the lights of an office were still on at 3am while you were making out needily on his desk and he pulls insane orgasm after orgasm from you that day

hes a doting man, softened by the years of ageing but he works too much. it’s all he ever knows when you’re on his office couch begging him to go home.

will usually buy in lunch bc hes lazy to get it but sometimes youll cook and bring it to him too.

loves to treat you randomly, but theyre always gifts that you’re confused about bc he hasnt bought a gift for a woman in years so the first time he gifts you an air fryer (not sure why i have an obsession w/ air fryers lately) youre like ???? wtf am i supposed to do with this

and he tells you it’s u have easy access to lunch or dinner without leaving your dorms and youre like “honey i graduated already???” and he’s like oh. oh yea

poor guy did this to himself bc hes so deep in work so he doesnt see you often. he probsbly got mixed up with the days where he would meet you in between meetings and he just was there to accompany you on ur study sesh. he liked watching you study, and it would take a while for him to admit he’s actually liked you way before he offered you a job

toji gets better with giving gifts i swear. and he does it, he lovesss to order things and make the delivery man walk up to your desk with a dior box full of clothing

but sometimes he wishes he could do something more meaningful. he likes to give you SIMPLE handmade gifts. sometimes he gets so frustrated bc his fingers r so big so theyre usually easy to complete things. they’re not like of milestones or memories or photos though, more of silly things like paper rings or a paper fortune teller.

writes. a lot, more than geto. he writes more than makes gifts, and his handwriting is so messy sometimes you dont know what hes saying, but he finds that words on paper is much easier for him than voicing it out (this makes me want to write this me thinks)

so you spend a whole afternoon trying to make out what he’s saying like a detective and when sleep catches up to you he can only smile at your deciphering questions like u were trying to solve a cipher and writes you almost got this line right lolol

looks really good in suits but needs to go shopping often bc sometimes he works out too hard and his shoulders grow again at this point he should continually donate his blazers to thrift stores

sometimes he gives them to you as a jacket of some sort and he tries not to twitch from how small u look in them. the attraction goes both ways, and he wants to cuddle you up and also fuck you silly in it

always wearing that tight shirt of his that never rlly fits him. kinda mediocre and repetitive fit — he’s not exactly interested in fashion

loves to treat you to things. loves to spoil you and see you wearing the things he bought for you, but theyre more casual clothes that he spoils you with. man likes one (1) dress and he’s hoping you wear that dress of the rest of your life lol

toji buys you lingerie just to rip it. i swear :/ youre like that was the last one on the rack!!!! and hes just “ill just commission the designer to make another” like you can do that

and he says im actually not sure. oh speaking of commissions he loves to pay for custom pieces or clothing for you. he knows what he wants for you, and he backs off if you dont like it but seeing something he envisioned on your beautiful body — he just loves it

i said at the start that toji’s not that much of a boyfriend but he tries a lot. you can see he’s trying his best to make time for you in between work but it just. doesnt happen unfortunately. he works on the weekends too so sometimes your dates are compromised

youve thought before if it were to return to it being a platonic arrangement but it hurts your heart to think of that after everything youve been through. but this has been a recurring thing that’s been happening, brought up frequently in arguments as well

it was when he had a business trip on the week of your anniversary that the nail finally hit and youre bringing it up again and he knew he couldnt escape it this time bc you were close to crying when usually you dont. does this shit mean nothing to you? did you offer to pay everything for me just to throw me to the side like you always do?

the moment you see he has nothing to say bc he knows it’s true, youre leaving to get some air and it’s the first time he really understands that he wants to keep you for life that he’s making arrangements to give everyone a raise so theyd work better. and then hes taking time off work for a week

he’s still waiting worriedly for you late at night and your friend just gives toji an unimpressed look and gives you to him, breath laced with alcohol and obvious tear stains on your cheeks and he wants to die bc he was the cause of that

he feels so guilty but for now he kisses your forehead and gets you into a clean set of clothes before laying beside you to hug you close to him. in the morning youre hungover and feel like shit and youre letting toji pat your back and giving you a warm cup of water until you’re going arent you supposed to be at work????? and your boyfriend sighs and brings you into his lap, apologising into your neck as he hugs you

toji admits he hasnt been the best and is willing to do whatever it takes for you to be convinced again and you just stay like that, exchanging slow kisses and a warm embrace, unaware that there’s already an idea of putting a ring on you in toji’s mind

n*sfw hc’s below

toji loves your pussy !!!! ohh my god after that whole situation youve had more opportunities now. he had eaten you out before in his office, fucked you there but was always threatened by time. not that he cared but hes had enough of clients backing out on him so you suggested he go into meetings earlier

it came to bite you back in the ass cause you end up being horny for him multiple times and youve only able to bribe him out of meetings successfully like three times

loves any part of your body on his cock. making out? give him a handjob. eating dinner? play footsies with him and use ur feet to massage his dick. in a meeting? BLOW HIM !!!!!

another one who loves to cum on your face, but sometimes he likes to cum on your chest and tits and when you grab his cock to smother the cum on you >>>>>

he was surprised the first time you crawled under his table a minute before his meeting started and he already knew what you had in mind. he was clearly excited, getting hard almost instantly and had to mask the redness on his face with a hand

toji coughs when you first unbuckle his pants and he’s listening in to a coworker pitch a business idea, trying to keep his composure when your mouth first encloses around his tip. and u have the gall to giggle omg? he cums so hard that time he realises hes the only one left in the zoom meeting after and the other made sure to teach you a lesson after, fucking you until everything on his desk ended up on the floor. he’d have to call the company contractor to cover up the scratch marks on the floor ehehe

obsessed with how much bigger he is compared to you, always towering over your person and he has to resist manhandling you when you place an innocent hand on his forearm and ask him a question

LOVES to send you dick pics. and his are the ones where he actually knows how to pose, like palming his bulge in sweatpants when hes home and youre not

takes a pic of his actual dick under the table at work and alludes to the time you gave him a bj 

his pictures are actually SO hot that youre immediately calling him up just to talk to him

you always end up getting off yourself too though, the raspy voice comin from your phone enough to make you cum

before, exchanging lewd messages and pics were a norm but now if he needs you he’s asking his driver to drive you back to his house STAT. bro needs to be in you asap

he once left an event where he was supposed to be presented with some award just bc you sent a very lovely pic of you in the dark green lingerie you bought on his black card

he fucked you so well that night you knocked out immediately and he had to clean you up, all lovestruck and soft

leans into the ‘daddy’ thing pretty okay, but hes okay if you dont use it either

agrees to be in suggestive tiktoks where they show off their man only to do something totally inappropriate so now that vid is kept in your priv collection bc it ended up being extended and became a vid of you holding your front camera up to your face with tongue lolled out and profanities leaving your mouth

he takes the phone later from you to film how his cock moves in and out of you yyuuuummm he loves it

like gojo, loves to video you because sometimes he goes on long business trips and he needs to have something to jerk off to

his favourite is when you’re on your back and he’s filming your pussy taking his fat cock, folds spreading so nicely while his cum from earlier forms a white ring around the base of his cock oh god he watches that over and over

also loves cumming in you but more of the thought of marking you compared to knocking you up

cockwarming aahhahsddj it’s one of his other favourite things to do, hiking your skirt and tears your pantyhose, sinking you down on his aching length and he just loves the wrap of your pussy around him. trust me he’s trying not to thrust up into you but youre breaking down easily and he hisses every time you shift just a little

warnings for drabble: cockwarming, daddy kink, semi-public sex (toji’s on a call and the person on the line hears), riding, clit stimulation, calls you ‘slut’, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink

“c’mon, tojiii, just for a while?” you pout, tugging on his arm with big doe eyes, smiling to yourself when he just sighs and mutters out a fine.

toji can’t help but smile either way, receiving the peck on your cheek with heated cheeks, but now he smiles wholeheartedly, his hard cock buried in you while you struggle not to move. there’s wireless buds in his ears, stuck in the middle of a meeting while your face is hidden in his neck, soft pants leaving your mouth.

you’re thankful the camera isn’t on at least, but you’re still at risk with the small sounds you make, trying to focus on anything but the pulsing large cock in you. you already regret asking for this when you knew he had a meeting coming up with the thought of making him crave for you. instead it happens the other way around, you begging him to move with your hips while he calmly puts his hands on them, rubbing circles into your back like it helped.

but you don’t care, not when you’re filled to the brim like this and you can’t move, so slowly you start to roll your hips, grinding onto his pelvis and you can hear toji exhale shakily, voice still firm as he agrees ro the budget the client proposed. his hand holds the back of your neck and pulls you from the embrace, setting his eyes on you with a warning but you only can shrug, lifting your hips before dropping down on his cock.

“angel…” he mutes the microphone, the man droning on about numbers and profits making his head spin when his pretty girl was deliberately ignoring his warnings, but he couldn’t blame you with how your hot, tight pussy felt around him. toji assumed his plea of that simple name he liked to call you was enough, but when he unmutes his mic, you’re pulling one side of his earbuds off, mouth close to his ears.

“please, daddy…” you mumble, still bouncing on his thick cock. by now you’ve been cockwarming him for an hour, cunt slick with juices that it drips down his balls and onto the office chair, the movement of your hips only highlighting the lewd, sopping sounds of your pussy. there’s no doubt the other man hears what’s going on but you only press on, the chair creaking below the both of you as you ride him. toji’s trying so hard not to groan himself, throat tight and uncomfortable.

“let him hear,” you whimper out, a hand reaching down to rub your clit and toji grunts at the thought of it, of you knowing you belong to him, “wan’ him to know how good my daddy makes me f-feel, mmf—”

and so he listens to you once you say that, wrapping both arms tightly around you before his hips also meet yours, your juices spurting and spilling all over from how wet you were. your moans get louder in his office while he bullies his thick cock into you, tip kissing your spots so deliciously that you can only manage one word pleas. you sink easily into him after a while before he takes the lead, fucking up into you with the sounds of his balls hitting the fat of your ass.

“my pussy’s so warm and tight. ya likin’ this huh? you little slut,” toji grins, loving how he can feel your nipples through your work attire and the stretch of your pussy on him and the shock on the other’s face. if anything, you both knew how much he wished the camera was on on toji’s side.

“y—yeah, love it s’much! gonna cum, toji—”

toji only hums, capturing your lips in a kiss and effectively swallowing your whimpers as he thrusts deeper into you, “pretty girl’s gonna cum?”

“y-yeah daddy…” he feels you nod and mumble, hands massaging your sides before he feels your pussy clench around him and you cum with trembling thighs and a lax jaw. the way you look and feel also has toji grunting out with stuttering hips and he shoots his load deep in you, sending you into a blissful, dazed state as he spills his white liquid deep down your cunt.

with a shiver, you’re catching your breath before feeling his cum spill out of you, blobs of white pooling at the hilt as you swipe a finger at it to pop it in your mouth, exchanging a grin with toji before he starts a pace again, call long forgotten and a transfer at the tip of his fingers to keep his loyal client’s mouth shut.

ty for the request muaahahahah @moonjella

[th3-new-rom4ntics]

illvermorny (yes with two Ls) in my wizarding world dr

introduction;

one of my least favourite aspects of the wider harry potter universe is the lack of interest that the author has in fleshing out the universe. there are so many questions that i, as a shifter and fundamentally curious person, have about how magic works, different magical societies and more.

the map above is a map of all the wizarding schools in the world. not many, right? and to top it all off, the way they perform magic is identical between schools. again, ridiculous.

in reality, this is not how society works. i'll use philosophy as an example; eastern and western philosophies are fundamentally different due to how isolated these two geocultural entities were from each other and how their values were intrinsically different, especially in the past.

so, when i was narrowing down my harry potter reality, i decided to make my own version of illvermorny school that i felt was far more fleshed out compared to the vague, uninteresting backstory that the author gave.

maybe if she spent less time being a transphobic prick and more time actually writing an interesting story, i wouldn't have to do this, but i digress.

here's illvermorny, where i attended school in my dr. (as an additional note, i spelt illvermorny with a double l at first without realising that it was one l, but it eventually stuck because i thought it looked better.)

part one (history);

there are about 200 or something magic schools in the world. most are small, regional schools focused on providing a decent education in magic to open up doors. some, like durmstrang/beauxbatons/hogwarts/illvermorny, are incredibly prestigious, open to only the absolute best students or those from prestigious families.

illvermorny college of magic was founded when the first pilgrims settled in america, unaware of the wizarding stowaways on the mayflower. although the indigenous peoples of america have their own magic traditions, the few wizards that snuck onto america to escape the chaos of england after the founding of hogwarts were the ones that brought the ‘spell system’ of magic to the country. the first students at illvermorny were young, muggleborn wizards and witches, the first of its kind. indigenous students were allowed to study as well, creating a culture of magic that went beyond the typical pureblood-muggleborn dichotomy of europe and britain. the school's first few years were incredibly proseporous as the magical community thrived in early america.

eventually, however, suspicions rose amongst muggles about illvermorny and the earliest recorded witch trials happened. young wizards and witches were rounded up like cattle and burned at the stake for so-called satanic activity.

only a couple of wizarding families managed to escape, trekking up to applachia, creating modern illvermorny. early modern illvermorny had many strange, outright cultish rituals due to its isolation.

part two (culture);

the school only started accepting new students during the british colonisation period, through a scouting program thats famous across the world for its scale and intensity; illvermorny scouts are said to be absolutely everywhere in america, mexico and canada. students outside these countries have to personally message principal regis to request an interview.

the modern school has no dorms and no sorting totally unlike hogwarts. rather, there are three housing towers where students stay, named after water (maem), fire (iesh), air (avir), the three classical elements. - students live, eat and sleep in these dorms, where the majority of their relationships will be formed. along with that, there are 5 covens active at illvermorny, which is how extracurricular student relationships are fostered.

students board k-12 and spend all of their youth at the school. classes operate on a university style elective system for years 7+ where different timing of classes and professors are highly valued.

there is no uniform or dress code during class, however there is a formal uniform for special occassions.

wands in illvermorny is very different to hogwarts. wands are highly customisable, and typically glass blown by artisans. they are made for the user, customised to their preference. a famous wand making family is the van der zee family.

the actual curriculum at illvermorny in the early years is focused on practical applications of magic. spells are taught exclusively non-verbally at first, and wandless as well. in senior years, high specialisation in fields is prized, particularly because illvermorny values academic rigour. - illvermorny participates in the quadwizard tournament with beauxbatons, hogwarts and durmstrang, and have won 200 years in a row.

part three (american wizarding society as a whole);

blood purity is not nearly as prized by american wizards. rather, wealth is. wealthy, old money, prominent families such as the hastings of pennsylvania rule over american wizarding society. although these oligarchs claim to care about progress, what they value most is maintaining their power.

on another note, american wizarding society is very secretive. the oldest wizarding families have almost no interactions with ‘nomajs’ due to their fear of persecution. each state in america has its own magic community, but the two most prominent ones are in NY and california. a strong rivalry exists between these factions.

the strongest debate in american magical politics is that of the nomaj problem. so-called traditionalists and progressives argue about nomaj’s connection to magical society, if families of magical students should be aware of their status and even if nomaj should be allowed to interact with magical beings at all, even in a non-magical context.

[kyoshithewriter]

The Missing Piece.

Warnings: mature themes (18+)

(Part two)

A/n: Can you tell I’m obsessed with Irish names? Also this is how I imagine him in this chapter with the facial hair. Enjoy?

It takes Niamh two weeks to fall into their routine. Their first meeting was a tense one filled with shy or apprehensive glances for about ten minutes until Shelly had broken the silence with a simple, “I like your hair.” Apparently, the younger ones were only waiting for her to break the ice because Aurora immediately agreed and started to gently play with her afro. Over the weeks, Niamh has learned that Aurora and Mason are really clingy, and on some mornings even ask that she feeds them. They love a good game of hide and seek and absolutely need bedtime stories. Shelly is a lot more independent, though she enjoys making a mess of Niamh’s fingers and toes with sticky, pink nail polish. On the nights she sleeps over, one of Mason or Aurora finds her room to crawl into bed with her sometimes. She was skeptical at first, but after discussing it at great length with Ivy, the woman discussed it with their father over text and he just said she should keep the guest bedroom door open on those nights. Besides, no one can say no to those big brown eyes blinking up pleadingly at them. When her first paycheck hit her account last Friday, Niamh muffled her cries in the soft pillow in their guest bedroom. She immediately paid off all her bills and ordered herself a nice spread of sushi back at her apartment to celebrate. In only two weeks, her life has taken a complete turn and for the first time in her life, Nimah feels at ease. No more worrying about where the next meal is coming from immediately after eating; no more worrying about how she’ll be getting to classes for the week. There’s a thought that keeps pricking at her brain though; one she’s trying and failing to ignore. Niamh has been at the house for two full weeks now and she has never seen the man once. She had done her research and won’t admit to anyone how she actually gasped when she saw what he looked like and the magnitude of his fame.

“So you just… leave his food by his door and he just… that can’t be healthy right?” Niamh can’t contain the words as she watches Ivy routinely pack his dinner on the tray she leaves by his door.

“It’s definitely not. I just… he won’t talk to anybody. I had to text him about you, you know? He refused to even have that conversation face to face.” Ivy’s shoulders slump with the admission.

Niamh focuses on stuffing her face with Ivy’s lovely lamb stew, chanting in her head like a mantra to not intervene.

***************

“Why is your name pronounced Neev but it’s spelt Niamah?” Shelly doesn’t look up from her task of polishing Niamh’s nails. Niamh tries not to laugh at the ticklish sensation of the brush against her skin.

“Well, it’s an Irish name and their alphabet works differently.”

A catchy jingle echoes through the living room from the programme Aurora and Mason are currently watching.

“Irish?”

“Yes. Irish means "from the country of Ireland.”

Shelly hums. The little girl is really smart, and is always eager to learn more. Niamh would go as far as to describe her as gifted.

“So you’re from Ireland?”

“No. But my forefathers were according to my mother. She has an Irish name and so do I.” Niamh tries not to shift uncomfortably at the mention of her mother. No matter how old she gets, it will always be a sore topic.

“Forefather? Fore means before right? So like…ancestors?” Shelly peers up at her with a curious glint in her eyes.

“Very good, Shelly. How smart are you? Hm?”

The little girl’s skin is light enough for the blush on her cheeks to be noticeable.

“You have pretty eyes. They look brown but with a tinge of red.” Shelly says instead of acknowledging her words. Niamh notices that the girl does that a lot. She doesn’t know how to take compliments— but Niamh is determined to sing her little praises every day if she must.

“Thank you, you have pretty eyes as well. Yours are tinged with a little gold hue.”

Shelly curls in on herself and mumbles a shy thanks.

“I’m glad you’re our nanny, Niamh.”

Niamh’s eyes widen briefly. She swallows around the lump in her throat.

“I’m glad I’m your nanny too.”

**************

The moonlight illuminates the guest bedroom with a soft, white glow. Niamh blinks into the dimly lit space before stretching lazily across the bed with all the grace of a feline. It’s one of the rare nights that neither Mason or Aurora have crawled into bed with her. Blinking blearily, Niamh reaches for her phone under the pillow on the opposite side of the bed to check the time. 3:27 am. She goes to clear her throat but coughs instead when she feels how scratchy it feels. Water. Gliding across the sheets, she stands and moves to exit the room. The house is dark, eerily quiet and almost still. Niamh glides through the space with a surety— already having it mapped out mentally. Her mouth is stretched wide in a yawn but freezes in an awkward ‘o’ when she reaches the entryway to the kitchen. A tall figure— a very tall figure stands with their back turned to her in the dark of the room. He’s shirtless, back muscles on display along with the mess of dark ink that trails down the length of one arm. His hair is out of the usual man bun she sees him with in pictures online; it’s a curly mass that brushes just the back of his neck. The pair of black sweatpants ride low on his hips, revealing the band of his underwear. Niamh is frozen in shock as her brain tries to quickly calculate the best course of action to take. ‘Run!’ But her feet are stuck. Stuck long enough for the man to slowly turn his attention from staring out the window above the stove to look right at her. Niamh gulps under his gaze. His face, that’s usually freshly shaved apart from the neat goatee he wears on his chin in pictures, is covered with a facial hair. It’s not an over abundance of it, but enough to add to his gruff demeanor. His eyes are blank— his stare piercing. Niamh shifts under his gaze, suddenly self conscious about the oversized shirt with a huge stain on the top that shows off her bare legs.

“Um, hi?” Her voice drifts through the room tentatively.

He eyes for a while longer before responding.

“Hi.” His voice is deep, gruff even a bit scratchy— like he hasn’t used it in a while. It makes her want to shiver.

She hesitates for only a second before approaching him.

“I’m um, I’m Niamh, the um- the nanny.”

She sticks her right hand in his direction. Niamh sees his hold on the bottle of water tighten a little but then he reaches to accept her offered hand. He easily dwarfs her hand with his— it’s big, warm and calloused. Niamh releases a trembling breath. The man drops her hand like it burns before rounding her figure and striding out the kitchen. After being here for a little over two weeks, this is the first time she has seen him. Niamh hopes to see him again. And again and again.

************

“And they lived happily ever after..”

“The end!” Aurora chimes in like she always does at the end of her stories with a toothless grin.

Niamh offers a smile in return, tugging the sheets further up her body.

“Sweet dreams, Aurora.” Niamh whispers softly.

“Niamh, does daddy hate me?”

Niamh’s hand freezes midair on the way to switch on the little lamp by her bedside. Aurora and Mason can’t sleep in a completely dark room, so she learned from Ivy to turn on their lamps before switching off the light.

“What do you mean, Aurora? Of course he doesn’t.”

Aurora toys with one of her pigtails as she looks away from Niamh.

“It’s just, I have a performance at school. I want him to come, but he won’t even speak to me. Everyone else’s dads will show up but I know mine won’t.”

Niamh blinks away the tears in her eyes at the little girl’s crestfallen expression.

“Daddy is just going through a lot right now.” She tries to ease her worries gently.

“I know. He and mommy aren’t together anymore and he hurt his knee so he can’t play football. But we never wanted daddy and mommy to get ‘vorced either or- never mind. Can you come to my play?”

Niamh’s heart sinks even lower in her stomach. Divorce is such a mouthful for a girl her age and yet she still understands the concept.

“I’ll come and guess what? I’ll get your father to come too.”

Aurora’s eyes light up. “You promise?”

Niamh gulps. She shouldn’t but she nods her head anyway and says; “I promise.”

*********

Niamh moves through the house like a malignant spirit. After doing her rounds and making sure all the children are in bed, she marches down the hallway with a stormy expression on her face. She’s so angry she can physically feel the heat of it burning beneath her skin. She wastes no time in banging against the solid surface of his door.

“Open up. I need to talk to you.”

Silence.

“Okay. You want to play this game?”

Niamh fists both her hands then pounds them against the door. It rattles loudly beneath her hands, the insistent banging echoes throughout the hallway. It goes on for what feels like minutes before the door is swung open suddenly and she stumbles into his room a bit before quickly righting herself again.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

He’s furious. She almost cowers beneath his scathing glare but steels her spine. She’s angry too.

“You should be asking yourself that question! Do you know what Aurora asked me tonight?!”

His demeanor changes at the mention of his daughter. Worry quickly takes the place of anger.

“She asked me if you hated her! Your seven year old daughter is under your roof and thinks you don’t love her!”

Niamh has never yelled at anyone in her 25 years of life, but her ire is too much to handle.

“I know you’re going through a lot. But your children need you. They are not the cause of your divorce or your injury and they shouldn’t have to suffer for it. I’m tired of dancing around questions from them about how you’re doing. Talk to your fucking kids!”

Niamh brings a finger to jab at his bare chest.

“And Aurora has a school play this Friday at six and I promised her you’d be there so you better fucking be. I’m leaving.”

Virgil stares at her, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of melancholy dancing just beneath. Niamh marches off and out of the house. That was a stupid way to talk to her boss. But Aurora’s sad eyes while asking her that question makes the anger shimmering beneath her skin overshadow any feeling of regret. In fact, she feels relieved. She has been wanting to say it to the man for days now and she’s glad she did. Outcome be damned.

****************

Niamh checked her phone obsessively throughout the day. Body tensed in anticipation for the “you’re fired,’ text from Ivy. Instead, her day progresses like any other since she got hired. She had a full breakfast before leaving her apartment; attended her classes and took the bus to work, her overnight bag slung over her shoulder. Niamh is greeted by a beaming Ivy who grips both her hands in her own and starts an awkward dance in the middle of the foyer.

“What are we celebrating?” Niamh asks in amusement at Ivy’s clumsy feet tap dancing on the spot.

“You won’t believe what I discovered this morning when I came into work.” Ivy hastily drags her into the kitchen, clearly wanting to gossip.

“What?” Niamh inquires with an edge of impatience to her voice.

“He was awake, down here with them. He made them breakfast. He basically ran and left me to take over after I came but still! That’s progress! And Aurora, poor sweet thing, she was so happy. Apparently, he slept in her room last night and promised to attend her school play on Friday.”

Ivy’s eyes glint with happy tears.

And Niamh? Niamh can’t help that her smile is a little smug as warmth spreads throughout her entire body.

[fiendforbyler]

y’all i was recreationally scrolling through the m*leven # (no bad vibes sent i swear i just feel like getting both sides of the argument is best to cement my belief) and something i saw was someone saying how el is always at her best when she is with mike. which imo is very untrue. let’s go on a deep dive together, shall we?

season 2

at the end of season 1 we know el disappears off into the upside down. separated from mike. by the start of season 2, she is trying to understand more about herself and her powers and her origins, and all of this is done seperate from mike, on her own. this solitude allows for her to find her individuality without being ‘the weapon’ or ‘mikes crush’. i think that while the 08 stuff is kind of silly, it is important to note that during that, she did begin to understand the root and significance of her powers, as well as feeling accepted properly by like-minded people for the first time possibly ever. she also finds her mother and learns about her origins, just beginning her journey of curiosity about herself. we know that finding mama was very important to eleven, and she did all of this away from mike. while she was at hoppers, she mourned losing him, yearned for him, pined, etc, and that caused tension, upset and drained her. NOT mikes fault, btw, he is my actual child and i do not believe this is anyone’s fault, just the facts. when she is back reunited with mike, yes it is a beautiful beautiful scene i cannot deny that but she is a different version of herself than when mike saw her last and therefore this separation was very beneficial to her character.

season 3

we all know how this season goes. mike and el making out left and right, no communication just sucking face. during the m*leven breakup, mike is pretty nonchalant and uncaring about it all, and max helps el on her journey of self discovery. during this time when we’ll bd mike are broken up is the first time el is introduced to trash mags, silly games, something other than being the girl with powers or mikes girlfriend. she begins to understand her likes, her dislikes, herself. no one ever tried to help her find her individuality before, not like this. this is when el also starts ‘making her own rules’ and really coming into her own, maturing into her own wonderful person without mikes presence. in fact, the breakup is very necessary for this to occur. not to mention the fact that she also solves majority of the billy mystery without mike there, in fact she solves it while ignoring and icing out mike, with max’s help. this breakup is essential for elevens character development, and that’s not an accident, certainly not since it is a frequently reoccurring then throughout the entire series!! the ending scene with the ‘i love you too’ is an awkward way to summarise a season spelt apart and i think it may also because she is still learning what she likes and dislikes, this is all extremely new to her.

season 4

oh boy. i mean, obviously el hasn’t been fitting in at school, that’s very obvious. i mean what could mike have to do with that? directly, not much but indirectly??? everything. i believe that just the fact she is in a relationship with mike is throwing her off balance and we are supposed to notice that!! then when mike arrives i mean first of all the flowers and the ‘from’ is a whole other post but immediately her situation worsens, she gets abused by angela, ridiculed by her and her friends, then literally attacks angela with a skate, and it’s all so… out of character? and the ‘you never say it’ argument… it’s all meant to make us look at the couple and go ‘these guys aren’t working anymore’ (!!!!!) i mean, el is, emotionally but also to a point physically, hindered in this relationship with mike and it’s neither of their faults!!!! they just aren’t working!!! and that’s okay!!! they need to be seperate to develop as characters and this is proven by the separation when el gets taken to get her powers back. a great way the duffers could have utilised this plot point was by making mike go with her. think about it! he learns about her while she learns about herself, all while regaining her powers and mike gaining new understanding and appreciation of her as a person! what a great way to deepen an ‘endgame’ couple’s relationship! will also could have had great development, having self-discovery with jonothan and argyle! who doesn’t want some brotherly bonding time? but that’s is not what happened. el needed the time away from mike, broken up, no contact, to focus on her self and improve and discover. this was more than essential. el thrives on solitude to become more powerful as an individual person. she needs to separate herself from mike to be the best version of herself. and that is why m*leven is not endgame. they are a a couple who do not work, they do not make each other better, and while i think a mike-el friendship dynamic could be really effective, as a couple they clash. even during the monologue, mike didn’t really achieve anything. he was kind of just saying words. i mean he canonically lied, what kind of confessional speech by a love-struck teen would be full of lies?? it doesn’t make sense. it is not supposed to make sense. we are supposed to notice these things.

i’m not even using this as byler proof, more just as the fact that i don’t find mike and el compatible, like at all. maybe as platonic buds, but not as a couple, and certainly not as a thriving endgame one. in conclusion, m*leven bones.

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

TLDR; el needs to be seperate from mike to improve upon herself in every way.

[chaoticace2005]

Text lurking in scenes in the first two Hazbin Hotel episodes: (I was bored and when seeing text I need to pause to read so I decided I’d do a service for anyone who needs it)

Spoilers below:

Episode 1:

21:45

News Ticker: SHIT!! THE EXTERMINATION IS HAPPENING IN SIX MONTHS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL! CONFIRMED! LEGIT! FUCK! CFVGBHNJM WE ALL DEAD SOON!! WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME!

Episode 2:

:56

So I’m thinkin, you and three huge guys are getting it on and it’s really hot and oily and then it’s revealed your on a boat and it’s sinking so you all have to cum as fast as you can. (I hate everything I'm writing but I've already committed so... plus nobody else should have to pause their screens to read this.)

Have you seen temperature play vids? Lol cause there is gonna be ice!!!!!!!

So get that flat honey ass to the studio baby~ as you can see the ideas are F L O W I N G

Haha sooooooo its been thirty seconds……

don’t be like this baby

This isn’t cute Angel. Legit I’m so bored of this little cat and mouse chase.

FR over it!

Fuckibng bitch!! (Yes, I spelt that as said on screen)

Babe.

Angel.

Where the fuck are you??????

3:41

VOXTEK ASSIST (top right)

“Hi Vox”

VoxTek: Can I assist you today?

VOXTECH (under Voxtek Assist)

Vox: You can be just like me!

V- Watch!

Trust Us*

Vox: It's great! I'd buy it!

*With what? That’s none of your business

9:42

News Ticker: SO THE RADIO GUY’S BACK. I DON’T THINK YOU NOTICED. I DIDN’T AT FIRST— I WAS TOO BUSY BEING A MUCH MORE INTERESTING AND IMPORTANT PERSON, BUT FUCK IT, NEWS IS SLOW TODAY I GUESS. I’M TOTALLY NOT WORRIED ABOUT THIS GUY AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU BE. I TOTALLY WRECKED HIS SHIT LAST TIME.

9:49

FUCK ALASTOR

11:02

Vox screen

A PROBLEM HAS BEEN DETECTED AND VOX HAS BEEN SHUT DOWN TO PREVENT DAMAGE TO HIS SYSTEMS.

THIS PROBLEM SEEMS TO BE CAUSES BY THE FOLLOWING FILE: ALASTOR.EXE

VOX.EXE_CRASH_ERROR_EAT_SHIT_ALASTOR

CHECK TO MAKE SURE ALL ((FUCKING 1930S LOOKING ASS)) HARDWARE AND SOFTWARE IS UP TO DATE AND PROPERLY INSTALLED. ASK VOX FOR ANY VOXTEK UPDATES YOU MIGHT NEED.

IF PROBLEMS CONTINUE, ((FUCK YOU ALASTOR)) DISABLE OR REMOVE ANY ALASTOR(S) FROM THE GENERAL VICINITY. IF YOU NEED TO USE ‘UNSAFE MODE’ RESET YOUR VOXTEK DEVICE PRESS F5 AND SELECT ‘ADVANCED STARTUP OPTIONS’ THEN SELECT ‘UNSAFE MODE’

TECHNICAL INFORMATION:

******STOP: ALASTOR.EXE ((OLD TIMY PRICK.RADIO))***

[universallydestinytaco]

The Little Smiling Mermaid (Chapter 12)

…in which Pim comes out of his shell, Mipnessa is actually a total megabitch and two underwater edgelords get shmeckledorfed!

TW: Fatphobia at the end of the first paragraph and brief Transphobia at the end of the fourth paragraph, yes Mipnessa really is that much of a megabitch.

EDIT: Corrected Queen Dolores’ name, accidentally typed it as “Beatrice”

On the morning after his memorable conversation with Charlie, the sun chimed in with it’s warm rose-gold beams melting into the palace windows, waking up one particular guest who was currently at his happiest. Once the light hit his face, Pim’s eyes popped open, prompting him to spring out of bed like a frog and turn to the vanity desk, where he started doodling in his new little sketchbook. Sometime later, Chef Spitz rolled breakfast into the dining room with a smorgasbord of breakfast items to fill everyone up: toast, bacon and eggs, assorted cheeses, elderberry danishes, sweetbread made with spelt and dried fruit, and speaking of which chopped melon, apples, and pears. Everyone else followed the scrumptious aroma with their noses and immediately swarmed the dining room to dig in. Pim, who had never before indulged in a breakfast like this one, was in second-heaven! Pastries in the ocean where made with dried-out “cured” sea sponges, tropical fruits and cream-style cheese from seal milk, all in a stark contrast to the rich use of butter, flour and sugar. As Charlie grabbed a slice of sweetbread, Mipnessa made yet-another underhanded remark disguised as a compliment: “Watch out on the sweets, you’ll need to look good in your groom’s suit for our special day!” Charlie rolled his eyes as he further tuned out Mipnessa suddenly starting up a conversation about the golden pig statue back at home becoming strangely familiar in hindsight, though she claimed it was the decor of the palace. Queen Beatrice shot a subtle glare of judgment at the bride-to-be, who had started to realize that she wasn’t the good-girl she propped herself up to be.

~

While on their way back from handing over “the trident" to seal the deal Damien made, Alan was once-again internally freaking out while trying to maintain his cool exterior, remembering vividly upon how he (rightfully) flipped out at Damien for once-again throwing Pim under the bus, he realized he had just used his friend’s preferred pronouns towards Damien, who had seemed to had known Pim as Princess Pimberly and referred to her with she/her all his life. In other words: He had accidentally outed Pim in a fit of rage. Alan felt sick to his stomach with guilt, years he's striven to be a supportive and understanding and protective friend to Pim, only to fail at keeping the brave-yet-still vulnerable sea critter’s true identity under wraps from his cold, uncaring family, only to fly off the handle and spill the beans. “Alan?” Damien asked, Alan knew what exact question was coming and dreaded it, shakily replying “Yes?” while sweating bullets, the question-in-question was actually a pleasant surprise. “How come you, Glep and Graham Nelly all better-understood my own little brother better than me and the rest of the household?” Feeling a sense of relief, Alan calmed his nerves with a deep breath or two before giving a proper answer. “Well, throughout the whole time I studied the art of writing symphonies in that palace, I’d figure out right off the bat that something was up with the Royal Family, and amidst all the drama, Pim would try his best to hide from all of it…. I remember when I was having “recess” in the garden when I had noticed a weeping little Pim hiding in the kelp patches. That’s when I scuttled up to him and asked what was wrong…and at the age of four, Pim was already blaming himself for his family’s discord.” Alan’s voice cracking from trying not to choke up, “I knew it wasn’t plausible, so I did my best to remind Pim that he was worthy of being loved.” Damien’s heart broke into two upon catching wind of Pim blaming himself for all the family’s troubles at such a young age, especially considering he was old enough to pin-point where it all went wrong. “None of it was Pim’s fault, really, our family always had trouble, but it took a turn for the worse after we lost our Grandfather….it was his 102nd birthday, and it was also Pim’s second birthday where he learning how to swim and talk…Grandfather loved exploring the surface since he was young and he passed that love down to Graham and Pim…one day something terrible happened…Graham, that fool, showed up with one of those thingamabobs from the surface and it malfunctioned…but it was just an accident and he didn’t mean any harm!” Alan connected the dots, not too surprised yet could only imagine how much pain and guilt the lovable goober felt upon changing his family’s lives forever. Desperate to change the subject before he was tempted to spill more of his guts, Damien proposed they’d find Pim and tell him the good news.

~

After Pim had finally shown his batch of doodles to everyone in the palace, all of which where comics of Chef Spitz and a familiar-looking lobster boxing each other, Queen Dolores and Mr. Boss on a romantic gondola ride (he assumed they where a couple and yes, you could say it was ship art), an exaggerated caricature of Duke Eustace with a grim scowl on his face and lastly, a portrait of Pim displaying his name with a note indicating he went by all pronouns as a personal stepping-stone. Pim's artwork overall became a hit amongst the residents of the palace (Eustace assumed that last one was a non-ironic portrait and was flattered), especially Charlie. “Pim, ey? I like that name, it’s pretty cute.” Pim bashfully smiled while gesturing a “heart” with his two stubby hands as a way of saying “Thank you”. Pim was especially relieved with how so far, nobody openly opposed to him kind-of coming out. He felt liberated how the Queen, Dj Spitz, Smormu and Charlie shown their support of him being authentic to himself by referring to him as a mix of she/her, they/them and especially he/him pronouns when talking about him.

…

While Pim was thinking of what else to draw, he blissfully waltzed around the palace halls for inspiration until he came across Mipnessa trying on an unfinished prototype of her wedding dress that Smormu was working on with the needle-and-thread in hand; While sewing silk flowers into the first layer of the skirt and simultaneously chit-cahhtering, Smormu accidentally poked Mipnessa’s leg with the sharp pinprick. “Ow!” Mipnessa cried, snapping: “Watch it with that damn needle, you lowly klutz!” “I’m so sorry, your majesty!” Smormu responded in panic, Mipnessa responded while regaining her composure: “No matter, you may resume your tailoring, dear servant girl.” Pim shook his head in disgust, getting sick and tired of her passive-aggressive attitude…and that’s when the candlewick in Pim’s head was lit! Later that afternoon when Queen Dolores, Mipnessa, Eustace were conversing about kingdom affairs, they came across Pim and Charlie snickering at that silly little sketchbook again. Eustace demanded to know what was so darn funny and not without some hesitation, Pim shown Eustace and Mipnessa his latest masterpiece: a topical satire of Mipnessa with a large mouth with a speech-bubble censored with wingdings and a tiny Smormu apologizing for poking her leg with the needle. The Queen couldn’t help but giggle a little until Mipnessa put on the crocodile tears, blubbering: “How could you show my future husband a drawing of me in such an unflattering light!” as she clutched to Charlie, who froze in an embarrassed state. Eustace glared at Pim and scolded: “Now look what you’ve done, foolish girl, you made Mipnessa upset. I ought to have the Queen banish you back to the shipwreck you spawned from.” Pim stood there with his face beat red, bowing his head in shame…to everyone’s surprise, Queen Dolores spoke up: “Now Son, if there’s anyone to be cross with, it’s yours truly for suggesting the prompt to begin with.”, clearly covering for Pim. Eustace and Mipnessa where absolutely floored by the statement, and a few seconds after, the former bowed to Pim like a gentleman in an apologetic gesture before as Mipnessa muttered some vague insult only Pim caught, something among the lines of “That grey swollen cow and her mixed-up, muddled she/it.” That insult backfired as Pim actually took a liking to being referred to as “it”, even figuring he could go by just “he/they/it” with the partial intention being just to spite her.

…

While sitting on a rock by the sea, Pim worked on one last drawing for the day: a portrait of Charlie. Emerging from the waves to his surprise and delight was his two old pals, Alan and Glep! And much to his dismay, Damien, whom he scowled at while folding his arms. “D-don’t look at me like that! Do you have any idea what hoops I had to jump through to extend the deal?!” Pim raised in eyebrow, once he allowed Damien to explain further, his jaw dropped at the idea of Damien of all merpeople going out of his way to become a criminal in their own kingdom just to save him from turning into foam upon the sea! “He felt awful about the way he treated you, and he’s all-for you and Charlie getting together.” Glep nodded in agreement. Damien hugged Pim one more time before swimming away, signing off with a bittersweet: “Good luck with your happy ending, Pim.” As Damien swam away to face his consequences, Alan and Glep stayed behind with the intent on supporting their friend however they could. Charlie cried out from far-away: “Hey Pim! The boys came over, y’wanna hang out with us?” Pim gave Alan and Glep each a “see you later” in the form of a kiss and ran to the dock where Charlie and the sailors could be seen casually chattering away. Alan cried: “Wait! Lemme just- hold on! Dammit.” Glep patted Alan on the back, gesturing him Pim was gonna be just fine.

~

Grim gleefully cackled as he held the (fake) triton in his hand, declaring he was already eager to take over Meeplantica now that the old sea King was frozen in a block of ice, but first he wanted to test it out like a misbehaved child who got their hands on their noble parents’ armory cabinet. “Gnarly, check this bad boy out!” “Keep it down, I’m trying to watch my stories.” responded a distracted Gnarly, who was avidly-watching the crystal ball, way more amused with watching the kingdom’s reaction to the fallout of Damien’s “betrayal” unfold. “Hey Gnarly, how about you place a coconut on your head while I aim for it?” jested Grim; Gnarly rolled his eyes while cracking wise: “While I’m at it, I might as well paint a big ol’ bullseye on my ass!” Grim took some old rusty scrap metal and aimed with the trident, manifesting the idea of transforming it into gold, only for the scrap-of-scrap to turn into a pile of sand. Grim sheepishly stood there wondering if the trident was too powerful for him to master yet, as Gnarly took an obvious swipe at his boss: “Well, whaddya know: you’re the All-Mighty Sand Witch of the Abyss!” Grim responded to his henchman cutting up at his own low-hanging fruit by aiming the trident at him, laying down the law, menacingly singing: “Oooh there once was a sandmaaaan~” Gnarly cowed, vowing not to vex him with more bad puns at his expense. “Perhaps one of my spell books could give me some pointers on how to use this thing…”

~

In a scenario one would deem as some twisted karmic irony, Damien hid himself away in a deep cavern far away from Meeplantica so nobody could ever find him. The ex-Prince hastily hid the trident under a bed of moss he himself laid upon to rest while using his cloak as a blanket. Never before had Damien felt so alone, he knew deep-down in his wounded heart that the universe was ultimately going to catch up on him for his poor choices for a long time now, going all the way back when he was just a little boy and how he felt his piano solo he performed for his grandfather felt like an inadequate bore compared to that bizarre-yet-badass-looking gadget from the surface of which Graham Nelly discovered and brought as a gift. When the previous King and his grandnephew where still trying to figure out how it worked, that was when Damien decided to prove his worth as a grandson in his own eyes by figuring it out for them! Alas, the gizmo in-question was what land-creatures called a harpoon gun, and contrary to the innocent merfolk’s belief: it certainly wasn’t used for combat like they theorized, it was for hunting whales…. and poor, naive, clumsy Damien figured out far-too-late how his plan gone horribly right when he accidentally slain the old Sea King while testing the gadget. The empathetic Graham certainly took one for the team that day when he whole-heartedly took the blame for it at the cost of being disowned by the Royal Family to the point of persona-non-grata. However, since Pim was spared from witnessing the gruesome tragedy, this extreme exile did not stop him from fondly remembering Graham Nelly and because of his family’s weak communication skills, the little mercritter could never figure out why everyone else pretended that his cousin didn’t exist since nobody wanted to bring the tragedy up. The more his mind expounded upon the unpleasant memories, Damien further reflected on how his immature jealousy amplified the already-festering problems within the Royal Family, hammering it home just how so much heartache and drama would have been prevented had he just not tried to show off. Finally accepting the path paved with his actions, Damien finally let all that repressed guilt out as his broken sobs echoed throughout the cavern like some sort of sick mockery of his downfall, ultimately resulting in an hours-long affair consisting of the disgraced Prince crying himself to sleep.

Chapter 13 will be coming later this April, in the meantime, I’ll be taking a small hiatus because of some stuff IRL I gotta work out on, I will squeeze in a sneak preview of the next chapter (which will have a musical number this time) later this week! Thank you for your support as always!✨

[autisticlancemcclain]

Lance flicks on the lights and his soul damn near leaves his body.

“Jesus H. Christ one a one-wheeled motorbike, Pidge,” he gasps, hand pressed to his galloping heart. She doesn’t laugh — Pidge doesn’t laugh often — but Lance has learned to read her, in the year or so they’ve been in space. He recognises the twitch of her mouth, the flash in her eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Your lock code is embarrassingly easy to guess,” she says in lieu of an answer. Lance smiles reflexively at the matter-of-fact, half chiding tone. He pulls finally away from the wall, having caught his breath, and starts rifling through his cabinet.

“Yeah?”

He hears the shuffle of blankets, the muffled hits on a pillow being shoved into a lap. When he glances out of the corner of his eyes, he finds her sat comfortably in the dead centre of his bed, criss-cross-applesauce, nails picking at the threads of his pillowcase and eyes blinking owlishly behind her glasses.

“Yes. Fifty eighth most common four letter password.” She pauses a moment. “Spelling F-A-R-T with numbers is very immature.”

Lance snickers. He’d forgotten what his password spelt, he’s used the same combo so long. “Is that right?”

“Yes. You should come up with something more secure. It was my second guess.”

“What was the first?”

Pidge doesn’t seem to notice his curious look. Her eyes are focused on the items in his hands, watching diligently as he sits on the floor next to a dish of water, squeezing some soap into his hands and rubbing it all over his bare legs. Her head is tilted with a similar look of inquiry.

“Your birthday. What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, Lance removes the cap from his razor and starts to carefully drag it down his calfs, rinsing it every two strokes in the water. Pidge watches with rapt attention.

Weirdo, Lance thinks, fondly and hypocritically.

It doesn’t take long for the questions to start firing off.

“What’s the point of shaving your legs?”

“Gets rid of the hair.”

“Why do you want to get rid of the hair?”

Lance takes a moment to gather his thoughts, answering truthfully. “Lots of reasons. Not all of them I’m proud of. I started mostly ‘cause Veronica did it and I used to do everything she did.” He pauses. A sad smile pulls on his lips, and he swallows around the comfortingly familiar lump in his throat. “Well. ‘Used to’. If she was here I’d probably still be puttering around after her.” He finds Pidge’s eyes and smiles at her, winking. “Older siblings are easy to hang off of, huh?”

Her mouth twitches. She breaks eye contact, resting her chin on her knees and moving the pillow under her legs. “No. Older siblings are annoying. And ridiculous. I once followed Matt around all day and wrote down every single time he said ‘ow’. He said in on average twenty-three times an hour.” She meets his eyes again, mouth pinched and eyebrows raised. “Your average is twenty-four.”

“I see.”

“You should tie your shoes.”

“Nah.” He taps the razor on the side of the dish, gently sliding it to the other side of him and switching his razor to his left hand. “Anyways. When I was your age I mostly did it ‘cause Ronnie did it. Helped with swimming, too. But as I got older…” He frowns. “As I got older, I started feeling like I had to, I guess. Like I was ugly if I didn’t.”

A pinprick of pain makes his hand still, lifting the blade from around his ankle. A tiny drop of blood swells at the base of it. He sets the razor down, quickly grabbing a towel and dabbing at the nick. Ankle wounds always bleed so much — it doesn’t even hurt anymore, but he can’t pull the towel away or he’ll stain the floor.

“…Do you feel that way now?”

Lance doesn’t answer for a long moment. He hears Pidge fidget, clicking her nails together. The blood finally slows enough for him to pull away the towel, and he resumes shaving the last half of his leg — much more slowly, this time.

“Not exactly,” he says carefully. “I recognize why I feel that way. I know where that pressure comes from, why it’s harmful. But it’s still…there. I still catch myself thinking cruel things; I have to spend a few minutes talking myself out of them. I tried stopping for about a year. I didn’t like it.”

He finally finishes swiping up the last line of soap, rinsing off his razor and then gently running a cold, wet cloth over his legs to get rid of any lingering suds.

“Do you think you’ll try to stop again?”

“Hm. I don’t think so. I like the feeling of smooth skin more than hairy skin, I’ve found. It’s nice on fresh sheets, plus sometimes hair tickles me and makes me jumpy. Plus, it’s easier to moisturize.”

“Ohhh,” Pidge says, and when Lance looks up there’s a real look of understanding on her face — not the practiced one she puts on when she doesn’t actually get something but doesn’t want to look dumb. “Like — it’s the same as why you don’t like jeans and socks.”

Lance smiles. “Exactly. I’d walk around in nothing but shorts and a big t-shirt, if I had the choice.” Legs clean and clean-shaven, he picks up his tube of lotion and starts dabbing dollops all over the skin. “That’s all I ever wore back home.”

“Arizona is freezing half the time!”

“Cuba,” Lance reminds her.

“Oh yeah,” she says again. “But what about when it rained?”

Lance shrugs. “Better to wear flip flops and get wet feet than wet socks. Wet socks are the worst.”

“Yeah.” She shudders. “Like prickly sweaters.”

He hums. The lotion smells like juniberries, which kind of smells like pineapple and hibiscus mixed with a strange, almost spicy scent. Not quite home, but close enough to be nice.

He doesn’t ask Pidge why she broke into his room while he was in the showers and sat in the dark waiting for him to get back. The same way he doesn’t press when she follows him down the halls, disappearing behind corners when he turns to look, or sits by his feet during movie night. He lets her be prickly with affection and learns to hear the undercurrent in her constant comments and rambles, learns to read her questions about every thing he does as curious rather than judgemental.

She would ice him out for weeks if he said it out loud, but there was this stray cat that lived near his house, when he was young. It hissed and spit and clawed if you came halfway near it; Mamá had forbidden him from trying in case it was sick. But he used to leave out water for it at night and sometimes even sneak Abuelo’s heating pad, and every once in a while it would let Lance sit near it without clawing him. Once it even attacked one of the older kids who used to chase him after school.

It’s no coincidence that Pidge always happens to be in the same room as him 90% of the time. Or that she can guess his passcode easily.

“Hey, Pidgeon,” he says, unwrapping the towel from his hair and starting to work in the leave in conditioner. “The lockcode on my snack drawer is the same as the room code. Just so you know.”

She stares at him for several minutes.

Her mouth twitches.

“I could have figured that out myself.”

“I know.”

“You’re weird.”

He smiles. “You too, nerd.”

[pouletaulait]

How possessive is Doumeki really? 🤔

I’ve read several times now that people describe Doumeki as possessive. At first glance I found myself agreeing with that sentiment but after thinking about it more deeply, I’m not so sure anymore. I guess at the end of the day it comes down to how you interpret Doumeki’s actions but I thought it might still be worth taking a closer look at this aspect of his character from my own understanding of his motives and his personality.

Btw this is a pretty long post, so be warned 😉 I felt like I had to elaborate somewhat on what I think Doumeki’s train of thoughts might be and what his motivations are, so this ended up a bit more extensive than I had imagined. If you still want to read it, have some 🍪 and ☕️ for the journey 😜

I think it makes sense to start out with the scene that always pops up in my head first when I think about Doumeki and his supposed possessive streak. It’s this scene in Chapter 24, when Doumeki holds Yashiro in his arms. Both of their walls have come crumbling down in the last couple of chapters and Doumeki is opening up about his feelings for Yashiro:

These words, along with his thought: „I just wanted to bind him to me“, later in Chapter 27 when he is reflecting on their night together and the fact that Yashiro left him behind, make him sound very possessive, don’t they? But is he really? What is he actually trying to convey here? Let’s consider how Doumeki describes his feelings for Yashiro in other instances, e.g. in Chapter 23: „Out of all people, I am drawn to you so strongly that I can’t hold myself back“ or in Chapter 33 when Yashiro asks Doumeki, how it feels for him to fall in love and Doumeki says to him: „You’re different from the others“, after Yashiro suggests that there must have been other people that Doumeki had fallen in love with before him.

From how Doumeki describes his feelings it’s clear that to him Yashiro is special. This is not some ordinary infatuation to him, he doesn’t just want to be with Yashiro because he likes his face or body but that he feels very strongly about him; that he’s truly in love with him. In my opinion his words, about him not wanting for Yashiro to be with other men anymore and about how he wanted to bind him to himself, are just a reflection of these intense feelings, although they might sound a bit hyperbolic. He wants to be special to Yashiro in the same way that Yashiro is special to himself, in other words, he wants to be „the one“ for Yashiro. He is basically saying „I love you“ without using those three specific words. So, yes, he does feel somewhat possessive of Yashiro, simply because he’s in love with him. I’d say this sentiment towards the person he loves is understandable and far from uncommon but we are not used to reading these feelings spelt out like this. On the one hand this way of phrasing it makes his confession even more powerful and genuine than a simple „I love you and I want to be with you“ but on the other hand, it makes him sound more possessive than he really is, in my opinion. After all, these feelings are completely normal and as long as he doesn’t take any action to isolate Yashiro or hurt him because of his possessiveness, these feelings are completely normal and unproblematic.

Another one of Doumeki’s actions which might be construed as possessive behaviour is the fact that Doumeki went after Yashiro when he was left behind. But is there no other possible explanation for it? Personally, I think there is; he doesn’t want to just give up on Yashiro, not only for his own sake but also for Yashiro’s. Let’s take a look at the scene right before he decides to follow Yashiro in Chapter 29. Alone in his apartment, Doumeki thinks back to what Yashiro said to him in the shower. He concludes: „Even though he’s afraid of losing me, he threw me away just like that.“ He then remembers how Yashiro reacted to his touch: „Trembling from barely a touch. Babbling and delirious. Coming again and again until it was colorless, like water.“ I think the second part ties in with what Doumeki reflected on in Chapter 27, when he thinks about how Yashiro cried when they had sex. Doumeki remembers asking Yashiro: „Why did you cry?“ To which Yashiro answered: „It’s obvious, isn’t it? It’s because it felt so good.“ Doumeki then thinks to himself: „but that was a lie.“ So, he does understand that Yashiro cried for a different reason and the most obvious explanation for somebody crying is that they feel hurt. I think this is the moment when Doumeki recognizes the contradiction between Yashiro’s feelings and his actions; Yashiro is afraid of losing Doumeki, yet he abandons him. He appears to enjoy the sex with Doumeki, yet it hurts him. Doumeki then thinks back to Yashiro’s statement in the shower: „I don’t know how to deal with you, whatever I do…“ This makes him understand that Yashiro is at a complete loss, that he doesn’t feel in control of the situation at all. While Doumeki is reflecting on Yashiro’s words, the infamous contact lens case falls out of Doumeki’s pocket on to the floor:

And this is the very moment when Doumeki makes the decision to go after Yashiro. Why? On the one hand, probably because he knew that Yashiro was in danger and he wanted to keep him from harm but on the other, I think he didn’t want to give up on Yashiro. I think the contact lens case makes Doumeki reflect on what he knows about Yashiro’s feelings. Doumeki knows that Yashiro was in love with Kageyama, that they had met all the way back in high school and that despite that Yashiro had never acted upon his feelings for Kageyama… The lens case is like a manifestation of Yashiro’s love and it had not been laying forgotten in a dark corner of his room, Yashiro had kept it in drawer that he accessed often (presumably, because it’s the top drawer where he stores his sex toys and I think it’s a fair assumption to make that he uses those on a regular basis 🤭) this suggests that Yashiro still kept that case around deliberately. So, up until recently Yashiro had still held on to his love for Kageyama. I think Doumeki realized in that moment that Yashiro would never act upon his feelings for him, just like he had never acted upon his feelings for Kageyama for all these years. That he distanced himself from Doumeki not because he didn’t have feelings for him but rather despite his feelings for him. This realization in combination with the fact that Yashiro appeared torn and overwhelmed by the situation begs the question whether abandoning Doumeki really was a carefully considered action on Yashiro’s part. Is this truly what Yashiro wants? Everything Doumeki knows about Yashiro at this point suggests that he was just running away from it all. So, if Doumeki didn’t want to give up on Yashiro and their love for each other, he had to be the one to take action. Is this a completely selfish action driven by some intense obsession? I’d argue, not really, because I think that Doumeki recognized Yashiro’s deep sadness and loneliness. He had spent three months with him. There appeared to be nobody around Yashiro who he had a really close relationship with. And Yashiro had wasted no time in getting closer with Doumeki. Yashiro had made him stay at his place overnight, using Doumeki’s lap as his pillow and even opening up to him emotionally. On the one hand this shows their immediate connection and attraction to one another but on the other hand it made it very obvious that Yashiro was longing for a deeper connection and probably even love. Kou Yoneda established very early on that Doumeki is more perceptive than he might seem, when in Chapter 1 he was able to tell that the guy Yashiro had sex with was a police officer. Therefore, it’s not unlikely that Doumeki was able to tell just how lonely Yashiro actually was. I mean, look at this sad expression of Yashiro in Chapter 4. Doumeki is driving Yashiro home, after they had just been over at Kageyama’s:

Doumeki recognized Yashiro’s feelings for Kageyama and he saw that Yashiro felt hurt because of how things turned out between them. I’d argue that this realization is the reason why Doumeki wanted to tell Kageyama about Yashiro’s feelings in Chapter 7, when Kuga basically kidnapped Doumeki 😉 and dragged him along to have some food with Kageyama and him. Doumeki gets the chance to talk to Kageyama alone and he instigates a conversation about Yashiro. After Kageyama tells him about how he met Yashiro and how he sees him, Doumeki understands that Kageyama is completely oblivious to Yashiro’s feelings. He’s about to spill the beans when Yashiro comes out of his hiding spot to interrupt their conversation. Doumeki wanted to help Yashiro in any way he could. At this point he obviously didn’t know yet how smitten Yashiro actually was by him. Btw the fact that Doumeki wanted to tell Kageyama about Yashiro’s feelings suggests that he is anything but possessive at this point. Granted, his own feelings for Yashiro might not have been as intense as in Chapter 23 yet but we know that he at least felt attracted to Yashiro and obviously cared about him. Nevertheless, he didn’t seem to worry at all about how this revelation might impact his own relationship with Yashiro.

Coming back to my argument about why Doumeki decided to go after Yashiro in Chapter 29. At this point of the story he might not have been able to understand why exactly Yashiro was unable to open up about his feelings but he probably understood that there was something holding him back and leaving him miserable and lonely. Long story short, I’d say that Doumeki simply wanted to be there for Yashiro. Because of what Yashiro had told him in the shower he might still have had hope that he actually meant something to Yashiro but more than anything he wanted to be by Yashiro’s side, regardless in what role.

After their nearly fatal encounter with Hirata, Yashiro pushed Doumeki away again and pretended not to remember him. This time Doumeki accepted Yashiro’s will. He kept his distance for four years. He did keep tabs on Yashiro through Chestnut but it seems that he didn’t do anything with this information because he never tried to contact Yashiro, to me this doesn’t really align with the idea of him acting possessive. But I have to admit, I still don’t really have an idea what Doumeki’s ultimate plan was during the four years they didn’t see each other but he didn’t seem very keen on meeting Yashiro again at that point. He seemed troubled by the possibility that they might cross paths. Did he actually want to find Kido as soon as possible in order to avoid meeting Yashiro, like Kamiya suggested in Chapter 42? Doumeki denies it but Kamiya doesn’t seem convinced, and I agree… He probably was torn. What’s for certain is that he wasn’t thrilled about the prospect of seeing Yashiro, understandably so. Since we don’t really get any insight into what Doumeki is thinking after the time skip it’s difficult to make any confident statements about his motivations or thoughts but to me it seems like Doumeki wasn’t trying to force his way back into Yashiro’s life again, initially. However, his whole demeanor towards Yashiro certainly changed when he realized that Yashiro was in contact with Inami in Chapter 43. He was deeply upset by this revelation. Because he wanted Yashiro for himself? I doubt it. Personally, I think he was upset because he couldn’t understand why Yashiro would do this to himself. Judging from his reaction („You haven’t changed at all, have you?“) I think that Doumeki was hoping that Yashiro had turned over a new leaf, that he wasn’t hurting himself like that anymore or at least that he’d be better off without him in his life. That didn’t appear to be the case.

Another action that might make Doumeki seem possessive is the fact that he insists on driving Yashiro to his apartment the next day (Chapter 45). Doumeki claims that he wanted to drive him because he wanted to warn him about the possibility that he might be in danger. I don’t really have a reason to doubt what he is saying, even though he follows Yashiro to the entrance of the apartment building. But he probably only does that because Yashiro gets obviously very upset and practically jumps out of the car when Doumeki insists that there was no other reason as to why he wanted to drive him. Doumeki then confronts Yashiro about why he’s so upset: „What do you want me to do?“ I think this question shows clearly that Doumeki actually wants to understand what Yashiro is thinking and wants to go along with his wishes. He doesn’t want to force his way back into Yashiro’s life, rather he wants to find out what Yashiro wants. It’s only once Inami turns up that Doumeki becomes forceful with Yashiro and drags him inside, away from Inami. Again, because he’s possessive over Yashiro? I don’t think so. I truly believe his main motive is to keep Yashiro away from Inami, the scumbag. Not because he’s possessive but rather because he’s protective. He probably thinks that by satisfying Yashiro’s sexual needs, he can keep him away from this man that treats him like trash. I think the same goes for Kido in Chapter 50. He can’t stand the thought of Yashiro getting treated like that. I’d argue that even though Doumeki’s behaviour towards Yashiro after the time skip may seem possessive at first glance (because he keeps pulling Yashiro away from Inami and Kido), if we consider who these people are and how they treat Yashiro, it’s not hard to imagine that Doumeki is doing this because he wants to protect Yashiro. Especially because we already know that his being protective is a major part of his personality. But is this his only motivation? I’d say not really. Clearly Doumeki is still in love with Yashiro and therefore he wants Yashiro to be with him instead of other men but personally I think that if Doumeki hadn’t found out about Inami and if Yashiro didn’t send him any mixed signals, he probably would’ve left him alone. After all, he was willing to step away when Yashiro refused Doumeki’s demand that he wasn’t to continue meeting up with Inami, which is why in Chapter 48 he volunteers Kamiya as Yashiro’s bodyguard instead of himself. This is the exact opposite of acting possessive and therefore this is what convinced me that I may have been misjudging him initially.

Overall I come to the conclusion that Doumeki is probably a lot less possessive than he might seem at first. He is overly protective more than anything else and he’s certainly not the type to lead an open relationship any time soon 😅 but if that’s what grants someone the title of a „possessive person“, I’d have to rethink my understanding of this concept. He loves Yashiro and wants to protect him but most importantly it seems to me that he wants for Yashiro stop hurting. I believe he kept his distance for so long because he realized how much pain his actions had caused to Yashiro and he didn’t want to cause him any more pain. But when they met again and Doumeki realized that Yashiro was still hurting and he sensed that Yashiro still had feelings for him and wanted to keep him around, I think he wanted to be there for Yashiro again, in any way possible, even if it meant to be his sex buddy, I guess.

[riordanness]

cruel summer — [emercy] — 🫧 ᯾ 👙 ❀ 🌊 ✞ 🐚 ☘︎︎ 🫶🏻 ༄

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an emercy [perseus jackson x emma rebekah] social media au fic (part one) featuring,, percy, emma, leo, piper, jason, hazel, annabeth, and frank

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erebekah, fyi, don’t take percy anywhere he acts like a literal toddler

sassyjackson: ok so says you

-> erebekah: me?? a toddler?? be so fr rn

lxvepipes: this is why you should take me out instead

-> erebekah: yes good let’s ditch boys together 💋

-> sassyjackson: i see how it is

abethchase: miss you idiots (sort of)

-> erebekah: BETH I HOPE TRAVELLING IS GOING SOSO WELL I MISS YOU

hzllevesque: my favourite pair of besties 💜

-> valdezinator: “besties” my ass

-> jgrace: right?? i sense a ship here i’m ngl

-> frankzhang: hazel aren’t we your favourite pair?

-> hzllevesque: ofc we are 💜 ily

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sassyjackson, someone tell this moron to stop blasting taylor swift in my car all the time

erebekah: someone tell this moron i can play whatever i want if i’m passenger princess actually

-> sassyjackson: emma i’m sick of cruel summer

-> erebekah: how dare you i hate you

-> sassyjackson: wait do you actual? no stop i’m sorry play taylor all you want

-> valdezinator: someone tell both of these morons they’re in love already

jgrace: where’d you guys go?

-> sassyjackson: she wanted to “go on a roadtrip” but we’re both broke so we just went to walmart

valdezinator: 🚨🚨

-> erebekah: we didn’t even speed??

-> valdezinator: no that’s the ambulance, i called them bc y’all are clearly blind if you still think you’re just friends

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lxvepipes, the best day with my girl 💖 (finally stole her away from percy)

tagged, @erebekah

erebekah: I LOVE YOU

-> lxvepipes: ILYSM 💘

erebekah: hey siri play today was a fairytale by taylor swift

-> lxvepipes: no play something gayer

-> jgrace: guys 😭

sassyjackson: so this is why she won’t answer my texts

-> lxvepipes: gods jackson she isn’t yours 🙄 she was my girl first

-> valdezinator: he wishes she was his tho

-> sassyjackson: she’s literally my best friend tho??

-> valdezinator: dude. not what i meant

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valdezinator, i’m sick of this weirdos

tagged, @sassyjackson @erebekah

erebekah: hey dumbass we aren’t weirdos

-> sassyjackson: yes we are

erebekah: also help how often do we fall asleep on each other 😭

-> lxvepipes: a lot babe

-> jgrace: lots

-> abethchase: if you’re the same dumb duo you were before i left, then a ridiculous amount of times

-> hzllevesque: like constantly

-> frankzhang: every single movie night

-> valdezinator: literally so much, emma

jgrace: this is for REAL a ship now i’m the captain

-> valdezinator: this is literally my post bro i’m the captain

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erebekah, beach day with my fav beach boy 🩵

tagged, @sassyjackson

valdezinator: hey, em, you spelt ‘date’ wrong!

-> jgrace: aww beach date, how adorable

-> lxvepipes: you boys are menaces, i’m joining

sassyjackson: you’re my fav beach girl

-> frankzhang: AW

sassyjackson: 🩷

-> valdezinator: leaving her heart emojis now are we jackson

-> jgrace: what are we calling this ship they need a name

-> lxvepipes: hm something like emercy? yk, emma and percy

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sassyjackson, 🌊

jgrace: someone check up on emma after that shirtless pic

-> erebekah: what is that supposed to mean

-> valdezinator: 😈

-> erebekah: you boys are weirdos

hzllevesque: percy come back emma misses you

-> frankzhang: um yeah she’s kind of annoying everyone bc she doesn’t have you to annoy

-> erebekah: hey i’m not annoying

-> valdezinator: yes you are, percy just thinks it’s hot so he never says anything

erebekah: 🥵 (deleted)

lxvepipes: dang i’m ten minutes late to the post and sm drama happens in the comments already

-> sassyjackson: tempted to turn my comments off fr

-> erebekah: don’t you dare do that

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erebekah, 👙

sassyjackson: em

sassyjackson: emma

sassyjackson: emma rebekah i swear-

-> erebekah: 😁😁

valdezinator: oi rebekah i think you broke jackson

-> erebekah: 💥

lxvepipes: do y’all reckon this is revenge for the shirtless pic percy posted yesterday

-> jgrace: oh yea fs

-> hzllevesque: i’m jumping on this emercy train too now

-> valdezinator: the more the merrier