#she almost pissed herself laughing bc it's like

[handern]

celtic languages are sooo cute and full of images😍🥰

instead of saying "she put her blood and tears into this" my breton grandma just said "she put all her koc'h kozh in it" which roughly translates to "she put all her might into releasing something from deep within her into the world for everyone to see" and I think it's bueatiful

#grandma bluescreened when I translated word by word what she fucking just said #she almost pissed herself laughing bc it's like #such a mundane little swear to say for her #it hits differently when you actually translate it #koc'h means poop and kozh means old #it does mean that you did a valliant effort and put all your strength into smth tho #like it actually is a fucking compliment in her book #imagine saying you put all your constipation poop in smth instead of saying she put her entire pussy in it #she was wheezing and crying she couldn't talk for a hot minute #babbles blabbles #me : grandma why do you call my brother a staircase fart #grandma : bc he's insignificant but really annoying just like a creak in a staircase

[flowerxbunnie]

hiyaaaa :)))

request : y/n and matt are friends, they both have craaaazzyyy sexual tension that they’ve been denying. one night after finally coming to terms w it, they play strip poker to see who caves first. (idc who caves first, bc ik id be folding like origami!!) then they get reallll nasty and YOU MUST include what we talked ab 😈😈 i’m begging on my knees, i need that witchcraft

Strip For Me

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT. Friends to lovers, strip poker, spit, etc etc etc

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

super long! like 5000 words oops

Matt’s POV

“UNO!” Chris yells, making all of us jump in our chairs. “MATT DIDN’T CALL IT!”

I huff as I throw my card onto the table, losing yet another game of Uno against Y/n, Nick, and Chris.

“Poor Matty, you literally always forget to call it. It’s too easy.” Y/n laughs, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut.

Game night never fails to piss me off. Chris is too competitive, I swear Nick cheats and changes rules without telling anyone, and Y/n thinks it’s so funny when I lose.

“You better watch it,” I tease, glaring at her from across the table.

“Oh yeah, or what?” she bites back while narrowing her eyes.

Nick and Chris exchange looks and then look between the two of us. I stand up and make my way around to her chair, pulling it out from under the table.

“What are you doing??” she drops her cards and pulls her legs to her chest, interlocking her fingers around them so she’s curled into a ball.

I slip an arm around her thighs and the other around her back and pick her up. Her grip breaks and she’s fighting and thrashing while calling me every name under the sun. I can’t contain my laughter as I carry her to the couch, throwing her down onto a pile of pillows and blankets.

“MATTHEW NO!” she kicks and screams, already knowing what’s coming.

“You asked for it,” I chuckle out and start tickling her stomach.

Her gorgeous giggle echoes through the room and soon enough all four of us are gasping for air in a fit of laughter.

“Matt PLEASE…. ple- MATT!!” she can barely get her words out, her eyes watering and her arms clutched over her stomach.

“You think that’s gonna stop me?” I grab her hands and sit in a straddle position over her legs, pinning her arms above her head with one of my hands.

“Nick, get your fucking brother!” she yells as she tries to wiggle out from under my grasp.

“I have no involvement in this,” Nick says throwing his hands up and laughing.

“Don’t even ask me, I’m not getting caught in a tickle fight,” Chris says before gathering all the cards and shuffling them.

I do my best evil smile down at her before bringing my free hand to hover just between her armpit and ribcage, her most ticklish spot, and wiggling my fingers right above her skin.

“Should I do itttt?” I say in a singsong voice, inching my hand closer and closer.

“Pleaseeee don’t! Matt I’m begging!” She whines, her eyes flicking up to look at me through her lashes.

She gives up her squirming and fighting and just bats her eyes at me. It feels like time stopped. I’m sitting on top of my best friend, arms pinned above her head with those eyes that scream “please fuck me.”

Maybe the feelings aren’t as mutual as I think, but if I was given the opportunity I would jump on her so fucking fast. There’s a tension when we’re around each other that I can almost feel.

“Matt! Get off of me dickhead!” She slaps my arm and snaps me out of whatever trance I was in.

“Next time keep your little remarks to yourself, I win more than you do anyway.” I laugh as I stand up and walk back to my spot at the table.

“That’s just objectively wrong.” She says as she pulls herself up and follows behind me before pulling her chair back up to the table.

“Gotta agree with Y/n. Matt’s just a sore loser.” Nick says as he stands up and stretches his arms above his head. “I’m tired as fuck, I��m going to sleep. Please don’t break anything down here.” He begs as he walks off to his room.

“I’ll play a couple more and then I’m gonna hit the hay too,” Chris yawns as he deals out the next round of cards.

I grab my stack and look up to see Y/n’s gaze already locked onto mine wearing a look I can’t quite read. Just as quickly as our eyes lock she looks back down like nothing happened.

Y/n’s POV

“Goodniiiight!” I yell out to Chris as he walks off to his room.

He throws his hand up in a wave without turning back and I wait until I hear his door shut. I turn back to look at Matt in his spot across the table, his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong, someone doesn’t know how to take a loss?” I ask in a mockingly sweet voice.

“It’s not even fucking fair, you guys cheat and then act like I’m sooo bad at the game.” He drops his hands and looks up at me.

He’s so fucking hot when he’s all worked up and angry, and it’s so easy to push his buttons. I still can’t seem to shake the weird feeling I got after he threw me on the couch earlier. He literally picked me up like I weighed nothing. And looking up at him while his chain dangled over my face made my stomach twist into knots. I’ve always thought Matt was attractive, it’s hard not to. I swear I even catch him looking at me sometimes. But he’s my best friend and I can’t jeopardize that, who knows if he even feels the same? For all I know he could think of me like a sister and I’m just overthinking everything.

But for some reason I decide to keep pushing him tonight.

“Maybe you’re just not good? It’s okay to admit it.” I shrug and start putting all the cards back into the box.

His hands hit the table and when I look up at him his face is filled with annoyance.

“I can literally beat you at any other game.”

“I doubt it Matty. It’s okay though!” I smile and try to hold in my laughter.

He stays silent for a good 30 seconds while I take the box of cards back to the bookshelf. When I come back to the table to grab my phone he stands up and leans onto the table, the muscles in his arms flexing underneath the light above us.

“What about poker? You know how to play?” He asks, his voice low and raspy.

“Do you know who you’re talking to? Of course I know how to play,” I answer, sitting back in my seat instead of retreating upstairs like I had planned. “It wouldn’t even be fair to you honestly.”

He scoffs, turning around to go to the bookshelf. He moves a few items around before grabbing a deck of playing cards and walks back to the table. He tosses the box down and it slides across the table before it stops in front of me.

“I think I’m pretty good too,” he starts, sitting in his chair and leaning back, “I mean I can think of a few things that would make it worth playing..”

My heart jumps in my chest because I know exactly what he’s going to say.

“Have you ever played strip poker?”

I try to keep my cool but I can feel my cheeks burning at the thought of undressing in front of Matt.

“No.. not yet anyway,” I try to answer back as nonchalant as possible, like he has no effect on me.

“So you’re in? You can say no if you want.” His voice softens a bit, but the look in his eyes remains just as dark as before.

“Are you dealing the cards or am I?” I huff as I grab the box and rip it open.

A smirk spreads across his face as he nods his head in my direction. I shuffle the cards and try to keep my hands as steady as possible but they’re definitely shaking. I deal us five cards each and sit the deck in the middle of the table between us.

We both pick up our cards and look over them. I already have a pair of 5’s and an ace, so I lay down the other two and draw two from the deck. Matt lays one card down and draws one. I look up from my hand to see Matt smirking, his slender fingers tapping against the edge of his cards.

“3.. 2.. 1..” He speaks slowly.

We both lay our cards down; I have my pair of 5’s and ended up getting a pair of aces. Matt has four 8’s. Fuck.

“Go ahead.” He sits back in his chair and bites the inside of his cheek with a grin.

I stand up and decide to tease just a little bit. I run my hands down my sides and grab at the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up ever so slightly to show the skin of my stomach. His eyes widen and watch my every move.

“Uh, y-you don’t have to start with your shirt,” he says while readjusting in his chair.

“I know. But I want to..” I say in a seductive voice while slowly pulling my shirt up.

I bring it all the way over my head and toss it revealing the tank top I have on underneath before I sit back down giggling.

He relaxes and I hear him let out a breath before grabbing the cards and shuffling them. “I’ll deal this hand.”

After he deals five cards each and we go through the process of throwing some out and redrawing, we lay down the next set. Matt has nothing, which shocks me because he really didn’t seem too stressed. I have a pair of queens.

“Your turnnnn.” I say with a big grin.

He reaches under the table and comes back up with his socks, tossing them somewhere off into the living room.

“Not fair,” I pout, bringing the cards into a pile.

“Socks are clothes, no?” He chuckles and pushes his hair out of his face.

We go through the next few rounds stripping off whatever we could that didn’t feel too risky. Rings, bracelets, watches. We both have nothing left to take off besides the big hitters. I’m dealing the next hand and I say a silent prayer to myself that Matt takes the first big loss.

I have a 5, 6, jack, 8, and 9. I decide I want to risk throwing the jack away to try for a straight. Matt tosses three of his and I try to gauge his reaction. Again, nothing at all but a blank stare. I hope I’m doing just as well with my poker face.

We both lay our cards out. I didn’t end up getting the straight, but I drew a king. Matt doesn’t have anything either so we’re forced to go for who has the highest card.

“I have a queen! Get to it,” he says smugly while interlocking his fingers behind his head and sitting back.

I almost open my mouth to tell him that a king is worth more than a queen, but the anticipation is getting to be too much for me. Watching him as he stares at me from across the table, seeing his long fingers gripping his cards, his smirks, his hair falling over his eyes as he concentrates on his next move. It’s been doing something to me, and I’ve had a heat growing between my thighs for a while now. Why not let him think he won this one and speed things up a bit?

“Damn it!” I say in the most convincing voice of annoyance that I could muster.

I stand up from my seat and watch as his eyes follow along, glazed over and half lidded. I hook my fingers into the elastic band of my sweatpants and slowly pull them to the floor, my light purple lace underwear now on full display. I turn around on purpose and toss my pants over the back of the couch, bouncing on my feet a little to make my ass jiggle. I hear him let out a breath and look over at him as he sits up straighter in his chair.

“Nice panties.” he says in a flat voice, trying to play cool as if I can’t see the half chub in his jeans.

“Thanks.” I reciprocate his energy and sit back down, the cold metal against my legs giving me chills.

We go through the motions again, eyeing each other for any signs of hesitation before laying our next set down. I have a full house, three 4’s and two aces. Matt has a pair of 7’s.

He huffs and scoots his chair back, starting to pull up his shirt.

“Uh uh! Stand up, it’s part of the rules,” I tease.

“You and Nick with your random rule changes.” He shakes his head but stands anyway, lifting his shirt over his head.

His toned stomach flexes as he throws it. I’ve seen him shirtless a million times. I’ve been to the pool with them, spent days at the beach- hell, even just him walking around the house. But with all the tension in the room I can’t help but stare a little harder. I move my eyes down to his happy trail and I have to bite my lip as I feel myself getting wet at the sight of him. He sits back down and shoots a knowing grin my way while shuffling the cards again.

The next round is played out and we’re getting ready to show our sets. I already know I’m fucked because I have absolutely nothing, but I really don’t care about the game at this point. We both lay out our cards and peer across the table.

Matt has a set of four. He keeps his head down and looks up at me through his brows, his bottom lip between his teeth.

I stand up and grab a strap from my tank top, slipping it down my shoulder. I hold eye contact and I swear I can see his pupils dilating and constricting like crazy. I grab the other strap and slip it down my other shoulder, my own fingertips giving me goosebumps with how slow I’m going in order to tease him. I pull them both back up and slide my hands down to the hem, pulling it up my abdomen slowly. His eyes dart up my body and he adjusts himself in his pants. I swear I could become addicted to the way his eyes soak me in.

My heart is nearly beating out of my chest as I pull the fabric over my breasts, making sure to hold it tight against me so they bounce as they fall out. I pull it the rest of the way over my head and let it fall to the floor before moving back to my seat.

“Holy shit, I… I thought you were wearing a bra,” he stutters out, “not that I’m complaining because… I just thought the game would.. holy fuck they’re perfe-”

“Hmm, thanks Matthew.” I say cutting him off.

He gulps and nods before wiggling in his seat. He grabs the deck and starts to shuffle them, cards flying out every now and again and his cheeks burning a bright red color. I can’t help but grow even wetter watching the effect I have on him just from taking my top off.

He gets the cards situated and starts dealing them out, his eyes flicking up to my chest every now and again as he tries to keep his focus. I pick up my hand and somehow I have six cards. I look over and he has four. I let out a soft giggle and hold my cards up.

“We’re supposed to have 5 each, Matty.”

“Oh shit. Sorry.”

He adds another card to his hand and I grab one of mine to hand back to him. My fingers brush against his and I swear my entire body pulses.

He suddenly sits his cards down and pushes himself to his feet, his chair making a scratching sound across the floor as it pushes back. He runs his fingers along the table as he makes his way to my side. He stands next to me and I crane my neck up to look at him, his eyes full of hunger.

“How about we call off the game?” He asks in a whisper as his hand reaches up to swipe a thumb across my bottom lip. “I can’t concentrate with you sitting here like this across from me.”

I gasp as the tip of his thumb enters my mouth, pressing down on my tongue before pulling it back out.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I whisper back, turning towards him as I stand up, running my hands up his chest along the way.

I glide my hands over his collarbones before wrapping my arms around his neck, loosely intertwining my fingers behind his head. His fingertips softly graze my waist, my skin on fire under his touch. He brings his forehead down to meet mine, our eyes locked on one another as we breathe in sync.

“I need to hear you say it.” he whispers as his hands settle on my hips.

“Say what, Matthew?”

“That you’re okay with this. That you want it as much as I do.”

“I want it Matt, I have for a long time.”

His breath shudders and he pulls me closer, his erection throbbing against my thigh. He disconnects our foreheads, pulling back to look from my eyes to my lips and back up.

“I need you in my room,” he breathes out before looping his arms around my thighs and picking me up. His hands are teasingly close to my ass as he walks to his room, shutting and locking the door with one hand before letting me down in front of his bed.

Without warning his hands are gripping my face and he slams his lips against mine. Everything else ceases to exist as our tongues swirl together, our bodies so close together we almost feel like one person. His hands slide down from my face to my jaw, then to my throat causing me to let a moan escape into his lips. He hums in response and adds a little pressure, and my knees feel like they could buckle and give up on me. This feels so naughty, my best friend touching me in all the places I’ve wanted him to for so long.

I pull away from the kiss and drop to my knees in front of him, placing kisses down the hot skin of his stomach. I lick a stripe up his happy trail and his eyes bore into me as I undo his button and zipper. I slide his jeans down and they pool around his ankles before he kicks them off. I run my nails up and down his thighs, watching as his body reacts and his dick twitches under the fabric of his boxers. I trail my hands up, running my palm across his hard length before wrapping my hand around it and hearing him sigh my name under his breath.

His eyes are blown out with need, the blue irises barely visible. He reaches down and places his hand over my own, tightening my grip around his cock and moving my hand back and forth.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Y/n.” He groans and starts rocking his hips against my hand.

“Yeah? Do something about it then.” I say and move my other hand to start pulling his boxers down.

He lets out a moan at my words, throwing his head back a bit as his cock springs up in front of my face.

He grips my chin and tilts my head up, bucking his hips forward so his length rubs across my face. I stick my tongue out as he brings it back down, feeling the veins that run all the way to his tip. I open my mouth to take only his head in, sucking lightly and keeping my head still. I grip my hand around his base and pull him back out of my mouth, kitten licking the underside of his head, eliciting a shaky breath from him as he brings his hands to wrap into my hair.

“Such a fucking tease,” he draws out.

I just smile and move my tongue all the way to the base and flatten my tongue, licking all the way up and kissing the his tip. I continue teasing him for a minute or two, loving the beautiful sounds that fall past his lips. I can tell he wanted nothing more than to shove his dick down my throat, but Matt is too much of a gentleman for that.

I take his entire length into my mouth, his head touching my uvula and making me gag around him. He sucks in sharply and his fingers tighten around the roots of my hair. I keep going, bobbing my head back and forth and hollowing my cheeks around him. He lightly thrusts into my mouth, matching my speed. His jaw hangs slack and he starts panting as his dick becomes incredibly hard, twitching and throbbing in my mouth. He pulls my head back and my mouth makes a popping sound around his head.

“Fuck, almost made me finish in your mouth baby. You just look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me.” he says as he strokes my hair.

He grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet, bringing his hands to my panties and pulling at them, almost a silent way of saying he needs them off. I help him get them down and he picks me up, his dick brushing against my core in the process which sends sparks through my body. He tosses me onto his bed, standing over me and taking in the sight like he’s the first man that discovered fire.

“So beautiful.” He whispers as he crawls up the bed over me, leaving kisses up both my legs and stomach, all the way up to my breasts. “Always knew you had perfect tits.”

He places a wet, warm kiss on each nipple, watching as they harden up from the stimulation. He brings his tongue to my left one and flicks it up and down and I can’t help but let out a little whine. He circles his tongue around it and looks up at me before sucking on it softly. He moves his attention to the other one and repeats his actions, but my pussy is begging for his mouth to be there instead.

“Matt, please…” I whimper out, grabbing his head and pushing down so he’ll get the hint.

“Please what?” He smirks, softly nipping and licking at the skin on my ribcage.

“N-need to feel your face between my legs,” I blush. It feels so strange to finally be able to say these things out loud.

He scoots down the bed and settles between my legs, spreading them apart and kissing his way from my knee to my upper thigh.

“So wet for your best friend, you dirty girl.” He says before placing a kiss onto my clit, my body jolting and a soft moan escaping my lips.

His narrows his tongue and runs it up and down my folds lightly before flattening it out and adding pressure, licking from the bottom to the top.

“Such a little slut letting me taste you like this. It’s so wrong..” he trails off before continuing his actions.

His words twist my stomach into knots. He’s right, I know deep down that it’s so wrong to be doing this with my best friend while his brothers are asleep in the house. But it feels so fucking good, so right.

I rake my fingers through his hair and push it back off his forehead, just taking in the sight of him working to please me. He dips down a little and sticks his tongue into my entrance, swirling it in circles as I start to clench around him.

“F-fuck.. feels so good,” I moan and buck my hips towards him, tightening my grip in his hair and pushing his tongue deeper into me.

He hums and flicks his tongue around making sure to touch every single spot he can get. He brings his thumb to my clit and sticks the rough pad of it against me, applying pressure and rubbing delicious circles.

Before I know it I am coming undone on Matt’s face, my orgasm ripping through my body unexpectedly. I cry out his name as my legs shake and tighten around his head. I’m pulling on his hair hard enough for him to let out a groan of pain, but he continues and lets me ride out my high, pulling back and breathing heavily after I relax onto the bed.

He moves up and hovers above me, his face glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes still dark and needy.

“You feel better now, princess? Got to cum all over your best friend’s face. God, you’re such a bad girl.”

“Mmm, don’t act like you didn’t want it just as bad as me, Matty.” I say between lazy kisses, tasting myself on his lips.

“Never said I didn’t, sweetheart.”

He grabs my legs and pushes them up, hooking both of them around his shoulders. He runs his tip through my folds, coating himself in my juices that have mixed with his saliva. His breath shudders as he pushes in slowly, not because he wants to, but because he’s so big that I’m having trouble taking him.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, easing in millimeters at a time.

“F-fuck Matt, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to take it all.” I wince as he stretches me out.

“You will. Give it time baby. I’ll make it fit.”

He leans his head down and lets a string of spit fall onto my clit, dripping down and settling where we meet. He pulls back out only to push in further, and my stomach tenses up at the pain. He shoots me a sympathetic look, but it only lasts a second before his eyes get that hungry look again and he’s smirking down at me.

“Poor girl, I just know you’re never gonna be able to find anyone who can make you feel like I’m about to.”

Without warning he pushes all the way in, pain and pleasure coursing through my body as he steadily begins pumping in and out. His hands grip my legs and I bring mine to his chest, clawing and scratching instinctively to relieve some of the pain.

“M-matt, fuck..” I cry out, my eyes rolling back as he pounds into me so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach.

“Look at that pretty face, all for me.” He praises.

The pain slowly starts subsiding, dopamine flooding my bloodstream as my body starts to feel intense amounts of pleasure. I’m a mess, eyes watering and my nails leaving him bloody. It feels animalistic, we’re fucking as if it’s all we know to do.

“Open your mouth.” He growls, his entire demeanor dark and sadistic.

I oblige, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out. He spits onto it and moves a hand to my chin, closing it and holding it shut.

“Swallow it.”

I do as I’m told and he slaps my cheek lightly, moving his hand back to my leg and gripping with white knuckles.

My body is overwhelmed with all the sensations, my head is swimming and my breathing is rapid. I feel the same feeling igniting in my stomach, so close to the edge I can taste it.

He pulls out suddenly, grabbing his cock and jerking it with his head thrown back before he releases his hot cum onto my pussy.

“Touch yourself with it,” he demands, slinging my legs apart and onto the bed.

I immediately bring my hand down to my clit without second thought, using two fingers to rub back and forth. I bring my other hand and insert a finger into my entrance, pushing his own release into myself. He watches intently as I use his cum as lubrication to send myself toppling over the edge. My legs shake and my back arches, my orgasm taking control and waves of pleasure crashing over and over until my energy is spent.

He falls down on top of me, his head on my chest as we catch our breath together. I can feel my pulse from head to toe, my heart beating like crazy along with his own.

•••

I open my eyes and the sun is shining through the blinds casting a beam directly on my face. I stretch a little and look over and smile as I see Matt tucked underneath the comforter beside me.

I don’t remember anything after we fucked last night, so I guess we passed out.

I open my phone to check for notifications, my heart dropping as I open the group chat between myself and the triplets.

Nick: 1 attachment

Nick: What is this…?!

I click the photo and my eyes widen. It’s an overview of the living area, clothes and jewelry strewn about with a messy set of cards on the table.

I lock my phone and stuff it under my pillow quickly, trying to convince myself I never saw it.

I flip over and cuddle up to Matt, throwing my arm over his stomach and laying my head on his chest.

We can deal with all that later.

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut

[wintersera]

G!p mean girl Giselle 😍😍😍⁉️🔥

cw: dubcon, oral (giving), public bathroom sex, exhibitionism, choking, g!p giselle

g!p mean girl BULLY giselle- her dragging you out of class because she suddenly got a boner while your teacher was teaching some boring ass shit and she let her imagination run wild.

people in the class, and the teachers, not really caring bc miss giselle was a rich ass student, and punishing her wouldn’t really do anything- and if she were to be scolded she could just buy her way out of suspension bc yk the school system is WACK. you were bullied by her sm to the point of where nobody cared anymore, and no one could do shit about it anyways bc everyone feared her- so they all thought ‘ah, i bet y/n is gonna get bullied again’

WRONG!! giselle shoving you in one of the bathroom stalls that were usually secluded (like at the top floor bc who the fuck would walk up that many stairs to go to the bathroom) furiously telling you to suck her off. slapping her hard cock around your face bc at first you would decline, multiple times. getting pissed off bc she had to get her cock sucked NOW- she forces your head down her entire shaft making you gag around her in surprise, she laughs at you but moans when she feels your warm saliva coating her length.

thinking you were a total loser, nerd, virgin, LITERALLY JUST A COMPLETE LONER- she thought you would be bad at anything sexual, but ohhh noo she was wrong. taking her dick so easily down your throat, using your tongue to tease her tip and the rest of her shaft. you being you, you let her grow closer and closer to the edge, her moans beginning to grow louder and quicker- but then you suddenly take her dick outta your mouth with a pop.

LMAO her looking at you with disappointment, she was so close and you stopped right before she was about to cum :<<< aww she’s so mad that she forces herself onto you 🫣 pinning you against the stall door, flipping your skirt up and moving your panties aside. coo’s at you when she sees how wet you are. grips your ass and spreads them apart, your arousal dripping everywhere.

slams into you so hard that it shakes the door- like really fucking loud that you swear people walking past the bathrooms could hear continuous loud banging. lmao the students probably thinking it was one of those rumoured ghosts. but anyways, she’s gripping onto your waist so hard that it leaves long lasting red marks on your hips-

SHIT and then a couple of randos come into the bathroom. both of you panicking, but too turned on to stop. giselle takes two of her fingers and shoves them into your mouth, which didn’t do shit bc it made you whimper almost too loud. thankfully they were a rowdy bunch of friends, gossiping about this and that, so loud that you couldn’t hear the wet and sticky slapping coming from one of the mysteriously closed stalls.

whispering in your ears, “don’t you dare make a sound, i’ll fuck you up if you do”

you smile around her fingers teasingly “aren’t you already fucking me?” she couldn’t believe how cocky you could get given the situation you were in, but that didn’t make her shy away from shoving her cock deeper into your pussy. and of course you couldn’t keep quiet. you felt her fingers dancing across your abdomen and down to clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in fast circles. it felt too good where you just had to moan out loud, causing the entire bathroom to quiet down.

“y’all heard that???” one girl said, “yeah we better get out, like, it could be that weird ghost rumour” you heard a series of squeeks from their shoes, in a panicked way. hearing them whisper in horror bc they thought there was a ghost in the stalls “what if there’s a ghost in the closed stall?” you heard another girl squeel out in terror.

YOU THOUGHT that it would be over for you, giselle slowling down her movements. thinking that they were coming, hearing the sound of a group of girls footsteps come closer to the stall, but thankfully they left out in terror-

continuing from where you were before, giselle quickly changes her pace from slow to fast again. taking her fingers out of your mouth just to slap your ass as a punishment for almost getting caught in the act “you dumb bitch, fuck- almost close”

she’d never admit it, but she loved the way how you slutted yourself out to her. makes her ego grow a little bit tbh.

feeling your cunt squeeze even tighter around her cock, she moans out in pleasure, her hands that were on your hips and ass were now tugging your low ponytail, exposing your neck so that she could choke you with her other hand.

her warm cum painting your insides white and mixing with your own arousal made you orgasm hard as well. one of your hands resting on the door turned white from the way you were balling your fist. whereas giselle tugged at your school blazer.

and then you just walked out the bathroom like nothing ever happened- people were pretty convinced that you two fought once you returned to the class. your hair was all out of place and giselle just looked tired LMAO.

#wintersera #kaye: imagines!! #aespa smut #g!p aespa #aespa x fem reader smut #aespa giselle smut #giselle smut #g!p giselle #giselle x fem reader smut #aespa x reader smut #girl group smut #fem!reader #kpop smut

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: So, I had this one sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now. Tbh, this is my first time attempting to write Hetalia x reader content. Hope you enjoy it. And yes, I made Yn a Nordic state, bcs why not. We all love some chaos.

(C/n)- Country name

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. No warnings, really. Requests for Hetalia stories are open

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌍

"Why me?! You know I hate almost everyone." The girl asked her long time friend and ally, Finland, over the phone. The blonde laughed over the phone, which caused the other country to growl a little.

"Sorry, but you know how these meetings go. Every year one of us Nordics have to join these things. This year it's your turn, (C/n)." The said country cringed as Finland used her country name. He only used it on her when the argument was over or she made him mad.

"I know... Let's hope this ends well." She sighed, a little terrified of the meeting.

'8 of the strongest World powers will be with me in that meeting room... let's hope I won't be forced to sit between Russia and America again.' She gulped, finishing her call with Finland.

"It doesn't help that all of them hate me, too."

(Y/n) mumbled to herself and went to get ready.

"France, what's with those flowers?" China questioned, his eyes narrowing at the blonde. This caused Russia and America, who for once weren't arguing, to look at the blonde as well.

"Nothing, old friend~ you know I love roses the most." France smiles nonchalantly.

"Really? Then what's with that paper in the bouquet?" Germany questioned.

"What paper? Oh this?! It's just the bill!" France laughed awkwardly. He tried to take the pink paper, but America beat him to it and took it instead. France frowned nervously as Japan made a observation too.

"And you smell odd today... Did you use some cologne?" The Japanese asked.

"That'-"

"And why did you insist for our Nordic guest to sit so close to you? I thought you found Sweden scary, frog." England added in.

"What are you talking about, old friend? Sweden is a nice guy, I want to get close to him."

Russia and Germany sent him looks of disbelief, but before either could say anything, America let out a yell.

"France, dude?! You really are so uncool! How could you do this to me?"

"What?" England blinked, looking between the duo.

"What are you talking about?" France asked innocently, but America shoved the paper into his face.

"To my beloved (Y/n)?! Really?! And you are so casual to use my girl's human name, too!"

America glared at the French nation. France, angered by his last sentence got up and glared right back at America.

"Your girl? My beloved (Y/n) would never go for a loud mouth like you."

"(Y/n)? Do you guys mean (C/n)-san?" Japan suddenly interrupted them, causing the rest to realize what is going on.

"Wait, why did you buy flowers for her? And don't claim her so casually, pigs." China frowned, getting a little jealous. Russia, who was smiling the whole time looked at the duo, too.

"China is right. The little sunflower is too cute and delicate to be claimed by dirty men like you. So stay away."

France and America shuddered for a moment and the ominous aura surrounding Russia. And before another fight could start, Germany, England, and Japan spoke up. The trio was jealous and pissed as well by their comments, but they couldn't cause a fight now.

"Calm it down, all of you." Germany commanded.

"You all are acting like immature kids." England frowned.

"Let's all just take a deep breath for a moment." Japan suggested. The group slowly nodded their heads and one by one sat down. After a few minutes China spoke up, looking menacingly at France.

"But seriously, what's with those flowers? You are not planning to give it to Sweden so that he can hand them to (C/n)?" The oldest nation raised his eyebrow as France gulped and laughed nervously.

"Why not? Her and Sweden are close friends."

"Cut the crap. What's this all about?"

"Yeah, you have been acting off ever since you sent that invitation to Sweden." Now it was England and Japan's turn to look at him in confusion.

"I might... might not have invited Sweden this year... hahaha."

Now, France was usually a smug and calm person, but he knew this revelation would make room for a hellfire not even he wanted.

"What do you mean by that?" Germany narrowed his eyes.

"Acho!" (Y/n) let out a small sneeze as she walked down the streets of Paris, utterly confused as to where she was.

"I got lost...didn't I?" (Y/n) muttered to herself, getting her phone out to check her location.

'This is bad! If I am late, Germany will be pissed at me! And if he is pissed, he might berate me! Oh, I am so dead.' The nation gulped as she looked at her watch.

"Bella! I didn't expect to see you here!"

The girl jumped in surprise as she heard a familiar voice and quickly turned around.

"Italy?! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the meeting by now? You are always there early with Germany and Japan." The Nordic nation commented, sighing in relief that she wasn't the only one late.

"Oh~ I wanted to get some food before going. Here, take some~" The Italian said happily, handing her a few pastries he bought.

"Ah? You shouldn't give me these." The girl blushed, surprised by his kind gesture.

'But... Italy has always been like this to everyone.' She argued herself as Italy shook his head.

"I want you to have it. I tried some of the sweets in the bakeries already, so I am full. Besides..." Italy grew shy a little, but still kept his usual closed-eyes smile.

"I bought them for you. I remember you told me and China once how you don't eat prior to our meetings."

"Y-you remembered that? That conversation was years ago." (Y/n) blushed a little in embarrassment, but was touched by his gesture.

"It was important enough to remember!" Italy argued.

'He is such a flirt... well, he is a country of passion and romance, if I recall correctly.' The girl smiled gently and nodded her head.

"Thank you, Italy. It's really kind of you. But you came all the way here to buy me food?"

"France said the best bakeries are here. But why are you here? Yesterday I saw that you would be in our meeting too, this place is pretty far away from there."

"I... I kinda got lost." The girl said, genuinely sounding embarrassed. Italy blushed at her cute behavior and nodded his head. Without any warning, the European country took her free hand and started dragging her to a nearby parking spot.

"I-Italy, don't grab people like that!" The other country scolded him, but knew it was futile against him.

"Bella, don't worry. I will drive us there. I did come with a car, after all."

The words caused (Y/n) to sigh in relief for a moment as she thanked Italy for his help. But, that relief soon turned into panic as the words finally sunk in.

'Italy... will drive me?' She gulped as the approached the sports car.

'I should have prepared a will.'

Italy, oblivious to her panic, held himself back from skiping and humming in happiness. He finally gets to spend time with his beloved (Y/n) without anyone interrupting him.

"We will be there in no time!" The Italian said enthusiastically.

"Y-yay..."

'Is this my karma because I ate Iceland's pudding last week?'

"So... you invited (C/n) and not Sweden and decided not to tell us, right? Did I get that right?" Although Germany looked and sounded calm, France could tell the blonde was far from it.

"Surprise." The French nation laughed, pissing the rest off even more.

"You backstabbing frog! Why wouldn't you tell us this sooner?!" England yelled as America held him back from jumping the country.

"Yeah, what even was your plan here? Did you want to impress her or something?" The youngest country asked.

"My dear friend, I don't need to try that hard. (C/n) can tell I am a better pick without me even trying much."

"What do you mean by that?" Japan asked the French country.

"Women love a man who is honest with his emotions, romantic, and most importantly, can cook." The final being more a jab on England than anything.

"Hold up! That would include me, too! I am always honest with her!" America yelled in protest, earning disapproving looks from Russia and China.

"You yell, America. That doesn't mean you are honest. Besides, she always said she likes my cooking more." China laughed as he got a nasty look from Japan.

"Well, in that case she must like me more. She always compliments my cuisine and likes listening to my interests-"

"Same with me! What now?!" The two Asian countries glared daggers at each other while Russia was smiling menacingly at them.

"I think I would be a better fit for the sunflower. After all, we both grew up in the cold and I can also protect her better-"

"Russia, you scare her. You are not a better fit." Germany sent a side-glare at the platinum blonde.

"Same for you, old friend."

The once calm room turned into a screaming match between the nations. Neither noticing Italy and (C/n) walk in, looking at them in astonishment.

"Ve~ let's skip out on the meeting and go get food instead."

"I-" She looked at the Italian man and then at the rest, a feeling of defeat taking over her body.

'Why did I agree to this? I knew I should have stayed in self-isolation! Denmark will pay for it!'

#hetalia #aph #hws #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia china #hetalia russia #hetalia italy #hetalia france #hetalia england #hetalia america #hetalia japan #hetalia germany #hetalia allies #hetalia axis powers

[19burstraat]

anyone want to hear my six of crows x jane austen's emma au. yes of course you do don't be silly. the only person allowed to be silly is me as I descend into madness in the course of trying to cast this. (if you think 'I've heard this before' yes I've posted abt it before tho I think it was on my main)

kaz is emma, a bored, overintelligent rich bitch stuck in a country house with a bunch of shit idiot neighbours and almost no one to entertain or match him. fucking useless dad per haskell / mr woodhouse is a weaksauce hypochrondriac, and jordie / isabella has gone and got married and ditched kaz, the bastard. the only consolation is their neighbour inej / mr knightley, who is rich, sensible, popular, and elegible as hell... glory be, an intellectual equal for kaz!

in order to be less bored, kaz takes on a protege, mysterious randomer and natural son wylan / harriet smith, who kaz decides to mould in his own image and make a good match for. wylan is in love with gentleman farmer jesper / robert martin, but kaz is a snob and tries to push him towards local vicar kuwei / mr elton (I KNOW. I'M SORRY KUWEI), but that all goes tits up bc turns out kaz is a fucking terrible matchmaker, who'd've known.

meanwhile, unassuming and a little cold, but locally well-liked matthias / jane fairfax has arrived back in the village, and kaz busily commences hating on him because he's another accomplished young man and he makes him feel inadequate. hot on his heels comes the mysterious nina / frank churchill (NINA I'M SO SORRY I FUCKING HATE FRANK BUT THIS IS WHAT WORKS FOR THE COUPLES YOU CAN BE A NICE FRANK CHURCHILL ): ), who kaz is kind of fascinated by and enjoys sparring with, and hence kind of misses the really obvious signs that nina and matthias are secretly engaged, even though inej, ever thief of secrets, has lowkey noticed something's up, like matthias getting mysterious gifts from someone. kaz ends up being convinced that possibly it's inej that's pursuing matthias, which nina encourages because it helps her cover, and kaz kinda panics.

everyone has petty village drama which culiminates when kaz sneers at pekka rollins / miss bates (LISTEN. LI actually you don't need to listen bc I laughed out loud when I thought of this comparison but hear me out, if you just think of it as the equivalent of the church of barter scene except instead of 'I buried him' it's 'when have you ever stopped at three?' it kind of works. sorry to miss bates tho who is still kinda my fave austen character) at box hill, which culminates in inej going BOY WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM and kaz is like wow she kind of has a point should I be a better person :/

uhh what else even happens. there's a ball after nina massively encourages one, inej saves wylan from being partnerless and later dances with kaz (think of the gloveless dance scene from the 2020 adaptation? yeah? yeahh??). the regency gender conventions here are getting so messed up lmao, never mind. in emma harriet fancies herself in love with mr knightley and emma is forced to realise that she likes him, so let's say that wylan pretends to be after inej, in order to strong arm kaz into realising that he's wanted to marry inej this entire time. wylan's dad turns out to be minted (I'm stretching the book here to make it work w SOC but never mind) but that's after kaz has admitted he fucked up and sent wylan off to marry gentleman farmer jesper, yaaay. nina's relatives who are stopping her from marrying matthias die and hence there's a massive revelation with 'oh they were engaged this whole time lol', kaz is PISSED bc he didn't clock it. uh. everyone gets married and now kaz can escape the shit village and actually go places. the end.

#this would read less batshit if I could draw bc I would just DRAW it #unfortunately I cannot. LOOK AT MY TEXTPOST BOY #six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #soc au #six of crows au #helnik #wesper #crooked kingdom #yk the lads would kind of eat those regency clothes tho. kaz doesn't dress THAT differently honestly except for those damn breeches fjd

[koishua]

queen of tears spoilers!!

identity is above all else, it seems like. ep 14 of queen of tears ruined me in all the good ways. when the question is "do you want to die as yourself?" vs "are you willing to live at the cost of who you are as a person?", the ultimate answer hae-in gives is no. she'd rather come to peace with the prospect of death with all of her memories of loving and, in turn, being loved coming with her. the death of memories is more painful than the death of her life itself. hyunwoo begging and sobbing in her arms does not deter her, however much she wants to keep on living. as herself. keep on living as the hong hae-in who loved dearly and who was loved, desperately so.

a loss of identity is death to everything that ever had a hand in helping her become who she is now. this brings me to the phrase "death is for the living". the dead do not mourn or face the aftermath of their last breath in the world of the living. the living, those who are left behind, are the ones who truly know what death is. so it is painful when hyunwoo, the man who isn't struck with the terminal illness bound to take her life any time soon, begs almost on his knees for hae-in, the woman who's counting the seconds left she has to live, to give up her sense of self. it's understandable how both of them stand strong in their desires. one fears becoming a stranger to all that she loves and one fears becoming familiar to life without the one he cannot live without. so he does everything in his power to have her take the surgery (all effort is in vain, she will not give up her identity).

i love this episode so much. im still only halfway through it but i had to give my two cents. such a beautifully tragic dilemma of two people who love. one loves by wanting to remember, one loves by giving everything to make her live. have a taste of love again for the first time. he says that he'll be the first person she'll meet and get to know again after the surgery. that he will still be there for her when she wakes up a completely different, empty, and lost person. he wants her to live, does not care if she'll ever even be able to reconnect with him ever again. he believes that she deserves to wake up another day and smile. to still be able to make new memories.

in the end they're both very selfish people who love selflessly.

edit: help me my stomach hurts from laughing so hard oml not him using his face and body card to annoy her into living. using jealousy as a mean to motivate her to take the freaking surgery and live ugh im in tears ahhahahah i love how if she doesn't become convinced the first few times when he's nice, he just intentionally pisses her off or annoys her into doing things to help herself 😭😭 thr only way to get hae-in motivated to live: make her mad at himself and have her do beneficial things out of sheer SPITE

edit 2: NO WHAT THE FOUK JUST HAPPENED POOR HYUNWOO OH MY GOD the way he lost all strength in his knees my god he crumbled in front of her feet he got a taste of what losing her felt like with that massive crash im still in shock i can't imagine having to witness that and trying to get through the car window to help save her and then not find her there?? and then she appears unscathed thankfully and he feels like a bucket of ice cold water drops over his head??? man they have to be so much more careful from now on bc the amount of yandereism the other guy is exhibiting ugh and the evil mother saying she'll help him out with "i can't stop till the moment i die" wtf??? OMG SHE'S GETTING THE SURGERY WHAT WHAT WHAT "i promised i would never make you cry after we get married" WOMAN HE'S BEEN SOBBING HIS SOUL OUT EVERY EPISODE SINCE!!!! 😭😭 ALSO NOOOOO NOT MY BOY SOOCHEOL GOING THROUGH IT AGAIN I CANT TAKE IT PLS MAKE HIM HAPPY WITH HIS LITTLE FAMILY I WILL CRYYYYYYYY he's gonna have MAJOR trust issues lmfao

#tp #cinema time! #queen of tears #my gut is telling me she won't forget a single thing lmfao #NOOOOOOOOOOOOO WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF #WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK NO NO NO NO NO NO NO #I KNEW IT THINGS WERE GOING WAY TOO SMOOTHLY I FUCKING KNEW IT YOU FUCKING BIIIITCHHHH YOU ASSHOLE YOU #OH MY GOD YOU EVIL FUCKING GREMLIN I CANT I CANT I KNEW IT I WAS TOO OPTIMISTIC I FUCKING KNEW IT #HAE-IN MY GIRLIE POP PLEASE I KNOW YOU CAN RECOGNIZE THE EVIL IN HIS EYES THAT AIN'T YOUR MAN #the end of this episode is fr hyunwoo's villain arc he's had eNOUGH #yoon eunseok you fucking bitch fight me

[supermightyglue]

(a few of the) jackass ocs that i have n need to write for :

-> member of the main cast

shes insane n crazy n cleaner than the others but smells kinda bad bc of the guys. prefers dangerous stunts to gross out shit nd is open about it. refuses to work with shit nd body fluids. somehow never pukes. def skates nd was recruited for it. shes hot.. so hot. i picture devon aoki. crop tops, wife beaters, graphic tees, shorts, low-rise jeans, vans—and bikini tops. gets harassed bc everyone thinks shes dating SOMEONE on the cast nd shes not but also has a thing for one of them. parties a LOT nd smokes a shit ton of weed .. sometimes shrooms n molly but none of the really hard shit. cant swim. has a quick temper n is impulsive n way too fuckin risky. only drinks fruity cocktails or sweet shit. fought w both mtv and paramount to do most of the stunts she did. bruises for days. prob dropped out of school. vegetarian. also likes girls. super messy. gets in fights. doesnt have too many tattoos but most of the ones she has she did herself. thinks pontius is the funniest. will call out sexist n rude interviewers. smokes more than any of the guys. steals a lot of shit nd collects lighters. takes a lot of photos of the crew but mostly when theyre not filming. her nickname is pissbaby. doesnt drive. a light sleeper. half the guys shit on her like they do to each other nd the other half also do but finds her adorable n gets worried when she does certain stunts. 1000% loves all animals nd isnt scared of any. sunkissed. travels with the wildboyz frequently. secretly is terrified if someone gets hurt. touchy nd sometimes has no concept of personal space but only at random times. always has at least one person crashing oh her couch. cant cook. likes hookups but is picky about them. bffs with stephanie. cusses like a fuckin sailor. gets bored easily. is a flirt. both the nicest nd the meanest but mostly the meanest. is an amazing singer and will do karaoke at any time. is an asshole n very flawed. lowkey a sex symbol .. nd loves it. doesnt like to carry a purse. hates her boys but also loves them. the most macho cast member

-> producer/dickhouse co-founder/big brother crew

not a stunt person but will participate in pranks. skates but is really casual about it. totally a writer. journals but in a messy , not artistic but kinda artistic way. really funny. like, really fuckin funny. smells good. seems put together and is but also isnt at all. takes a lot of photos when theyre filming. has no patience. drinks a lot of coffee and also alcohol. has never had a relationship thats lasted longer than a month. gets cold easily. goes by her last name almost exclusively. tragically hetero. very serious when it comes to filming which causes everyone to fuck with her—shes funny when shes mad, apparently. thinks its hilarious when someone gets hurt. not a pussy but is also scared of the most random shit. will do anything for the perfect shot. steals the guys’ shirts and hoodies. has the cutest laugh nd smile. dimples. half the cast has had a crush on her at some point and the other half jokes that shes their ideal woman. workaholic. picky eater. smarter than everyone in the room. some of the funniest stunts were her idea. doesnt make fat jokes nd the guys are on a mission to change that. doesnt smoke and never has but chews nicotine gum. cringes when people flirt with her. fun at parties. is a horrible artist. wrote some of the most fucked up big brother articles. lowkey into one of the guys but represses it for work. horrible eyesight and wears contacts but never her glasses because everyone tells her how cute they are. forgets to brush her hair. falls asleep in her contacts. can read jeffs mind and vice versa. manipulative and persuasive as fuck nd can convince someone to do anything. agrees to do pranks even without knowing what it is. a big fan of costumes. will laugh until she and pisses herself when someone mentions mianus. beer enthusiast. always volunteers to drive. seems quiet and uptight but isnt—she couldnt do her job if she was. is actually quite sensitive and caring but in her own, weird way. as evil, if not more so, than tremaine. proud of her work and her boys

-> cky member

grew up with the cky guys. skated since she came out the womb but isnt the best at it. big lesbian. plays bass. choppy hair from the guys fucking with it. hoodies n cargo pants or baggy jeans. shitty actress but tries her best. has never bought cigs and steals them from dunn. stupid tattoos. shy around girls. always chewing minty gum. scared of the guys’ driving. practically lives at castle bam. hates being on camera but does it anyway. junk food enthusiast. overshares. ape and phils favorite kid. is lowkey desensitized to bam being a prick. doesnt dislike kids/babies but is awkward + doesnt know what to do with them. doesnt wear or use element shit just to piss bam off. hates nudity. no sense of style but it works for her. kinda lazy. not a fan of sweets. doesnt like vito. extremely clumsy. hates traveling. chews her lips to shreds. nice skin but has no routine. reeks of boy sweat. doesnt like being in photos. wakes up and takes a shot. talks with her hands. loves the guys’ girlfriends more than she loves them. does better on radio than on tv. picks at her nails and has restless leg. dated raab when she was closeted .. and it was hilarious. will sleep through anything. unintentionally funny. gets teased the most. the guys love her but aren’t protective at ALL and live for making her life hell. awkward. is genuinely insane but only if she knows someone well. is often broke but doesnt give a shit. gets nagged by ape to take care of herself. can talk to phil for hours without getting bored. a fan favorite on jackass when she appears—usually she stays behind the scenes. very gay but has a massive crush on tony hawk and is a huge fan… theyre actual friends and she still gets starstruck. burns cds constantly but can hardly use a computer. has broken a ton of bones. has poor bladder control and has pisses herself an embarrassing amount of times. knoxville adores her for some reason. fast runner. pukes easily and has acid reflux. way too chill for living such. chaotic life but we love her

#idk mayb just headcanons or scenarios or specific relationship headcanons ?? #request summ or give me ideas #if u like these n wanna hear bout my others lmk #these are just random random lil things bout them #shit i write #jackass oc #jackass #jackass fics #johnny knoxville #bam margera #chris pontius #dave england #jackass fic #jackass x reader

[rozaceous]

Road to Ninja!Mariko? Or maybe a zombie apocalypse au Mariko? I’m sorry I only have very stupid ideas.

An AU where she is reincarnated earlier in canon? Like around 2nd or 3rd war?

anon, you had no way of knowing this, but my original naruto oc was not in fact mariko, though the two share any number of traits! i ended up abandoning that line bc i couldn't wrangle the amnt of foreknowledge required to make canon come out vaguely canon-like, my ideas about canon kept evolving, and there wasn't a plot so much as a few scenes i had in mind.

but here, have nohara yua, who got assigned to uchiha shisui's genin team. (yes, that nohara) she's end-of 3rd war era, approximately, bc kishimoto's timeline is...flexible. i know this isn't quite what you were poking at, but it's what i've got so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yua all but slams down the last of the dishes on the puny dining table in Sasuke's puny apartment before slamming herself down in front of it all.

"All right, kid," she says, starting to serve herself from the pot of stew. Sasuke warily follows suit. "We're gonna have a talk, and it'll be a bit gross because feelings are a thing, but bear with me. Itadakimasu."

"Itadakimasu."

Yua prods her stew until it's fully mixed with her rice. "Right. So, excepting my older sister with whom I do not get on most days ending in a y, and a friend who's probably crazier than me, I've basically lost everyone I've ever loved. Family, friends, mentors--my heart's a graveyard. And this isn't my idea of attempting compassion," she says warningly, not missing Sasuke's sudden curled lip. He frowns at her instead, caught out. "I'm telling you this because you should know from the get-go that I'm not what you might call emotionally stable. On the other hand, most shinobi aren't, but then again, most aren't quite the level of fucked up I've attained. Though I can name a few. Whatever. That said, I'm also really fucking good at my job."

She shovels a couple of bites into her mouth while Sasuke looks on with an expression of vague disgust at her lack of manners. Yua doesn't give a shit.

"The Academy's probably going to be doing away with early graduation entirely pretty soon since we aren't in wartime and no one wants to chance repeating your precious brother--" Sasuke flinches almost imperticibly and Yua tramples on "--but with that caveat, I graduated at the age of nine, got promoted to Chunnin at ten, and was a jounin by the time I was fourteen. I made the bingo books when I was twelve, and right now I'm listed anywhere from B to S rank. Depends on the country, but Suna's shit and practically lives to piss me off, so the day they give me the satisfaction of treating me like a real threat is the day they get snow in their forecast. They're just bitter that I'm better at wind jutsu than them anyways. Iwa and Kiri are better, though, they take me seriously and have a pretty accurate take on my abilities between the two of them.

"My honest self-assessment is that I'm A to S rank, depending on what type of work you're looking for. I'm not an all-rounder by any means. My taijutsu is decent, bukijutsu is acceptable, and my genjutsu are good but my repertoire is pretty small. I'm ninjutsu type, through and through, and that much I'm damn good at. There's maybe two ninja in the village that can give me a run for my money in ninjutsu, and one of them's the Hokage."

Sasuke has virtually abandoned his stew to stare at her beadily, interested despite himself.

"Now I did all that without any bloodline bullshit, without clan techniques, and almost exclusively being self-taught. And since you're clearly wondering why the fuck I'm telling you my résumé, I'll say: if you wanna learn, I'll teach you."

Sasuke's eyes flare wide and, never one to miss an opportunity to pause dramatically, Yua takes another couple bites.

"Why would you teach me?" Sasuke demands as soon as it's clear that she's not immediately going to explain herself. "I barely even know you."

Yua chokes on a laugh while mid-chew and then starts coughing. She ends up having to gulp water to clear her esophagus.

"Yeah, that's true enough," she admits once she has herself under control. "I've got no credentials as a teacher, either; I've always sort of brushed off taking on a genin team even though I'm sure I'd like it. Partly it's because once you teach someone something, even though you're technically responsible, you've got no control over how they use what you've taught them. Students go errant all the time. And partly it's that I'm an emotionally stunted softie who would imprint all over a bunch of baby genin and mother them within an inch of their lives.

"But I'm still hoping that you'll take me on, kid. Itachi wants to fuck up our lives? Fuck that, I say. He wants you to get strong, to live like shit, all full of unhappiness and hate just to have the chance of taking him in a fight?" Sasuke's hand is white-knuckled over his spoon. "Fuck that," Yua says passionately. "Fuck that asshole and fuck what he wants. I'll make you strong enough that there won't be a damn person in the world, not Itachi or anybody, who can tell you how to live your life. Because if I can give you my skill set, your eye magic baloney combined with the fact that you've got talent in spades and a damn good work ethic will mean that you'll be virtually untouchable."

It's true, too. A Sharingan user with perfect chakra control would be able to steal and then duplicate any jutsu like Kakashi on steroids because of the lack of chakra drain from being able to properly turn off the doujutsu and the efficiency in performing those jutsu. A Sharingan user with perfect chakra control who can use substitution jutsu so well that it's basically teleportation? Unmatched versatility in attacking, superior speed, evasion, illusions-- the word invulnerable comes to Yua's mind.

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Yua decides that it's time to step in when Naruto is unconscious at Sasuke's feet and the transformation granted by the curse mark starts to recede from his body. She substitutes from her place in the trees to a spot atop the water in his line of sight, just far enough away that he isn't going to feel provoked. Nonetheless, he jolts when he sees her, and she feels the chakra rising in him as though to attack.

"Calm down," she says quietly, words nearly lost in the crashing rush of the waterfall behind her.

Sasuke's hands return to his side, but they're clenched into fists and he regards her warily.

"Yua." His voice is raspy, a little dull. And no wonder, if he's just finished attempting to beat the life out of his best friend only for his tutor to show up. "I'll fight you, too, if I have to."

There's no relish in the words.

"No," she says, still quiet, feeling like the moment deserves her solemnity. "I'd say you've demonstrated your resolve to leave. I won't be the one to drag you back."

---

Sasuke stares at Yua, feeling something almost like panic climbing up his throat.

"The--your mission--"

"Fuck the mission, Sasuke," she says gently, and her expression is sad but not accusing.

He doesn't understand. He'd steeled himself as soon as he'd seen her, knowing that for her to show up at such an opportune moment meant that she'd likely been watching the fight between him and Naruto and that she now has a perfect grasp of her surroundings and Sasuke's condition. And Sasuke knows that even if he were in top shape and had the full use of the curse mark, even if his chakra wasn't as weak as the flame of a candle, he would stand little chance against Yua. She'd shown him the gap in their skills often enough, after all, and she's the one that he's closest to ever since everyone died, the one who made sure he ate well and did his homework and got enough rest, who taught him chakra control and how to shunshin, who calls him things like Little Duck and ruffles his hair no matter how much he protests. Naruto may be his friend, but Yua is the closest thing to family that he has left, is the person with the strongest claim to him, the one most likely to make him return, either through force or personal ties.

Even so, he'd been willing to fight.

So for her to stand before him now and announce that she's abandoning the mission that so many of his peers have hurt themselves over, that she'll ignore the orders of her Kage with ease, and all of it without the faintest trace of judgment on her face after he's tried to kill his best friend--he's just like Itachi who stole Shisui from her--

Yua must understand whatever his features are telling her without words, because she says, "I told you at the beginning that the danger of teaching is that the teacher has no control over how the student uses what they're taught."

Students go errant all the time, his memory echoes, as if summoned by her reminder. He feels it like a punch to the gut. He'd known, before, that he was essentially betraying her by leaving Konoha for Orochimaru, but now he knows it the same way that he knows one of his ribs is fractured.

"But I also told you," she says, "that I wanted you to be strong enough that no one could tell you how to live your life. And that's what I want, for you to have the power to make your own destiny. And you think that Orochimaru has something that no one else does. That his offer of power is unique, superior. So, as the one who promised that to you initially, I apologize for failing you."

And she inclines her head--Yua bows her head--

"Stop," he says in a gasp, and there's moisture building in his eyes. If it sounds like he's begging, it's because he is, because if Yua keeps talking, keeps forgiving him, then his resolve will fail him and everything will have been pointless.

"No," she says, with sudden firmness, and she stares him straight in the eye. "You're choosing your own fate, Sasuke, and I won't resent you for it. This is the path you're walking now, and you can't turn back, you can't be swayed. That's what it means to tangle with destiny--there's no room for regret. And if you're going to Orochimaru, there can't be a single doubt in your heart."

"But why?!" The question rips out of him in his desperation to understand. "After all of this, after everything, why would you let me go?! How can I--how--you--"

"Because I love you," she says without hesitation, even though he sees the glossy film covering her eyes and starting to stick to her lashes. The ferocity of her words takes him aback as much as the content. Literally, too; Sasuke takes a half-step back. "Love is the tie that binds us to one another, but it's not a chain. And anyways, I promised you freedom."

Yua starts to walk towards him, and he stands frozen beside Naruto's unconscious form until she's right in front of him. He thinks, somewhat hysterically, that he really doesn't stand a chance against Yua in a fight if all she has to use is a few words before he's as paralyzed as a fearful rabbit. Naruto--and he forces down an absurd giggle--could stand to learn from her.

She pulls him into her chest tightly and he's helpless against her. No matter that she's only barely taller than him now, no matter the muscle and experience he's gained; she overpowers him.

The hand she has pressed to the back of his head trembles. And then, before he's had time to relax into the embrace, she releases him.

"Take care," she says, and a pair of tears streak down past the purple marks on her cheeks. Sasuke studiously ignores the damp spot he's left on her shoulder.

"I--I will," he says.

They stare at each other for a long moment, each aware that they won't be seeing one another any time soon, and that the next time they meet they may very well be on opposing sides. Sasuke feels something burning deep in his chest, something that's been aflame ever since he'd started fighting Naruto in earnest. It hurts him, warms him; he feels like he's going to choke.

"Now get outta here, kid."

Still helpless against her, he listens.

---

Yua's washing her parents' and sister's headstone like she has every fourth Friday for the past several years when Kakashi finds her. She hands him a soft brush; she's learned to bring more than one.

Kakashi, faintly smudged with dirt and smelling of tree sap and algae and sweat, takes it from her wordlessly, crouching and dousing the brush in her bucket of water. His strokes across the stone are precise and thorough, practiced, and they work in quiet symphony for several minutes.

Finally, he leans back on his heels and says, "I thought you were going to talk some sense into him."

If it's not anything to do with work, Kakashi tends to say only exactly as much as he has to, speaking in bare thesis statements without the supplementary paragraphs that show how he's reached his conclusions, and as such, Yua has become extremely good at reading between Kakashi's lines.

Sasuke is gone, and Kakashi doesn't know why she didn't do more to stop him.

She exhales slowly and with purposeful evenness, offering respectful attention to the characters of her mother's name as she washes them. "I think Sasuke is operating from a different definition of sensible."

Kakashi's snort lacks humor.

"He's no fool, Kakashi," she says lowly. "Rash and impulsive, sure, but not stupid. I'm sure he knows exactly what he's walking into. Orochimaru's made no secret of wanting Sasuke's body for his own."

"I fail to see how giving Orochimaru the precise thing he wants fits any definition of sensible," Kakashi says dryly.

"There's a three-year timeline before Orochimaru can take another body," Yua contradicts. "And I think that for Sasuke it'll be plenty of time."

"For?"

"Becoming strong enough to kill Orochimaru and eliminating the threat against him altogether." Kakashi's head turns to her slightly, but Yua only notes the motion in her peripheral vision. "For better or worse, Konoha's changed since either of us were genin. At his age, I was a chuunin in the bingo books of all the major countries and you were a jounin. Don't get me wrong, in terms of comprehensive skill level, Sasuke is above where I was, but I would've won in a fight because of experience. Experience is a hard teacher, but if you manage to survive it, there's nothing better. And with that stupid curse mark and the certain knowledge that he's targeted by Orochimaru, how much field work could Sasuke really have been guaranteed?"

Kakashi's gaze on her is wary, but he doesn't interrupt.

"If he'd stayed, Sasuke would've been trained to the bone, but he would've been coddled from the world outside the village," Yua says. "And Orochimaru's already breached Konoha's defenses, has killed the Kazekage and the Sandaime Hokage. There's no guarantee that he wouldn't do something equally drastic again for the chance of getting at Sasuke, with no attention to collateral damage. And besides, if we were truly capable of keeping him safe, he wouldn't have that curse mark in the first place. So I'd say Sasuke is taking a lot of factors into account."

Kakashi sighs, running a hand through his messy stack of hair. Yua glances over, intrigued as always at the sight. If his hair is stiff and voluminous enough to defy gravity as it does, how does his hand not get caught?

"Then I guess I'm having a hard time accepting that my student is relatively safer in the hands of the S-class nuke-nin that wants to throttle his soul and possess his body," he bites out. "Especially since I like to think that between the two of us, even Orochimaru wouldn't be too much to handle."

"I'm retired from field work," Yua reminds him, though in truth she's warm at the open expression of respect at her abilities considering how long it's been since they've worked together.

Kakashi gives her a flat look. "I seem to remember you holding your own during the Crush just fine."

"I suppose," she says blandly. "But the fact of the matter is that Sasuke doesn't think that he has anything left to learn from me. And maybe he's right; there's only so many chakra control exercises I can give him. I'm in no position to offer field work."

"There was an easy way to change that and you know it."

Yua drops her brush and pours the remaining water over the stones. Some of it splashes at her bared toes. Kakashi offers his brush back and it clatters into the bottom of the bucket.

She joins Kakashi in resting in a squat, butt nearly touching the ground and her arms crossed over her knees, chin resting upon them.

"My goal in teaching Sasuke was to make him strong enough to choose his own destiny. And what he does with what I've taught him has always been his decision."

"Yua--"

"Was I supposed to drag him back?" Yua interrupts, surly. "He's demonstrated his resolve to leave, I'd say. I couldn't love that boy more if he were my own flesh and blood, but I'm not going to chain him down based on some hypocritical idea of what I think is best for him. I can only trust that I've taught him well enough that he'll make it. The other option is despair and agony and I've had enough of that for my lifetime, thanks very much."

She presses her eyes into her forearms. "I've made, Kakashi. I kept him as safe as I could all this time, I trained him and made sure he ate properly, I taught him how to keep house for himself, asked about his grades in school and what he learned in class. But never once did I tell him about my true motive in retiring to hospital work. I wasn't as honest as I should have been, and part of me--I want Sasuke in my life forever, but part of me is glad he's gone so I don't have to worry as much about the fallout of my actions. And part of me is scared of what he'll do when he finds out what I've kept from him."

There is, for a long moment, silence.

"You've always acted according to Sasuke's best interests." Kakashi's voice leaves no room for rebuttal. "If you weren't honest with him, it's because it wasn't safe. You know that as well as I do--better, even, so don't go beating yourself up about it. No one expected you to take care of Sasuke and no one would have asked it of you, but you stepped in where no one else did. You've done a good job with him, Yua, and if you're saying that you think he's strong enough to make it on his own, I'm sure he'll come out on top. Though I don't like it.

"And as for what'll happen when he finds out the truth…" Yua dares to peek up from her arms as Kakashi pauses, and he treats her to an eye smile. "Maa, don't underestimate how much that brat loves you, too."

"Tch." But despite the lingering sense of anxiety, Yua does feel comforted. And then she snickers. "Look at us, having a conversation about feelings like emotionally competent adults. Is there snow soon?"

"You can speak for yourself," Kakashi says primly. "I am certainly not and never plan to be something so dull and mature-sounding as emotionally competent. It's likely dreadful and far too much work. Besides, I have an image to maintain."

"Yes, heaven forbid that I mar your reputation as the Angst Lord of Konoha."

"Precisely."

"My name is Hatake Kakashi, and I like the gloom. My dislikes are sunshine and good cheer. Hobbies include brooding over my tragic past and staring moodily off into the distance. I have no dreams for the future because hope is a delusion for those too afraid to engage with the despair that is reality."

"You know me so well."

Yua laughs.

---

Tsunade hasn't been back in Konoha for very long, but she's been around long enough to hear about how Konoha's once-notorious Nohara Yua, whose fame had reached even derelict pubs and casinos, had turned into the sweet-mannered, harmless-looking woman barely past girlhood that had first greeted Tsunade upon her arrival in the village hospital. Well, Tsunade has nothing against sweet manners or looking harmless, acknowledges their advantages, even, but Nohara Yua had embodied those qualities to the extent that Tsunade had started to think that the girl who had been renowned as the Windwalker and internationally feared as a ninjutsu master had been the result of overblown rumor, carefully planted misdirection, and willful blindness.

Initially, Tsunade had found her to be a competent enough doctor, and generally inoffensive. Upon learning who exactly had briefed her on her new patients' statuses and given her the rundown on current hospital procedures, the cognitive dissonance had been so great that she'd had to be assured that yes, it was that Nohara Yua. No, really.

And the nurse assuring Tsunade had, with the reluctance born of politeness and the thoroughness born of a love for gossip, told an astonished Shizune and skeptical Tsunade in an undertone why the Windwalker was working as a member of hospital staff. And then Tsunade had been well aware that she was in no place to make comments about lifestyle choices after losing a lover.

Still, that the woman apparently took on D-rank home repair missions as a hobby did not inspire Tsunade to believe that Nohara was ever anything other than a reasonably talented kunoichi whose offensive abilities had been rather exaggerated, both out of strategic convenience and a desire by other kunoichi for a female figure to look up to as the next--well, her. And even if Nohara had been as lethal as her reputation had painted her, Tsunade had been sure that that person was as dead as Uchiha Shisui, replaced by someone content to live out the rest of her life in a much quieter fashion.

But Tsunade only had been sure because right now the woman in question is standing in front of her desk next to Hatake Kakashi, explaining oh-so-succinctly about the steaming pile of shit that Hiruzen-sensei had left her to inherit, the ooze and stench of which is still far from stale for all that the rug has been thrown over it for almost half a decade. The same festering dung heap that Nohara has apparently been investigating secretly and under her own initiative, with no one but Hatake in the know, for the last four years.

"So let me get this straight," Tsunade says, in the full knowledge that she'll be getting absolutely plastered later this evening no matter what Shizune has to say about it. "The Uchiha were planning a coup against Konoha leadership."

"Yes."

"And the Sandaime was aware of this."

"Yes."

"And not only did Itachi not go insane and kill his entire clan, but he was acting under orders. From Danzo. Whom Itachi believed to have the Hokage's approval."

"Yes."

"And Itachi is now acting as an undercover agent without a handler in the international terrorist organization known as Akatsuki."

"That's correct."

"While Danzo is currently operating a secret military organization within Konoha itself, which answers only to him, and which the Sandaime falsely believed to have been dissolved as he ordered several years ago."

"Yes."

"And this organization has infiltrated Konoha's active forces on every level with no one the wiser, and has been taking and executing missions without official sanction."

Nohara's gaze slides to the alcove of Tsunade's office, where the ANBU agent on duty is hidden under seal--oh fucking shit--

"ANBU Cat is someone I trust with my life," Hatake inserts smoothly.

"What a fucking relief," Tsunade snarls. "Cat, get over here."

Cat is crouched in front of her in a flash.

"Get that decorative plate off your face, Cat," she snaps. Cat follows her instruction with admirable speed and Tsunade looks into the unassuming features of a man approximately Yua's age who is clearly struggling to master some kind of emotion that makes him look extremely nauseous. "Your name, Cat. Not ANBU designation."

"Tenzou, Hokage-sama."

"Right. Tenzou. How long have you served in ANBU?"

"Seven years, Hokage-sama."

"Long enough to have known Uchiha Itachi."

"We were briefly on the same ANBU team, Hokage-sama, along with Kakashi-senpai and Yua-senpai."

"And do the events that Nohara has just finished describing sound plausible to you?"

Tenzou's eyes lower momentarily before conscientiously returning to meet her gaze. "They sound as plausible as Itachi having a violent mental break, Hokage-sama."

"And do you know of this organization called ROOT?"

In response, Tenzou opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out as far as it will go. For one horrible second Tsunade flounders, wondering if this is some faddish gesture she's too old to understand, and then she sees the seal.

"That bastard," Tsunade whispers.

Nohara snorts. "Yeah, he likes to seal up the tongues of anyone who does work for him so they can't blab. Most of my investigation into ROOT has been looking at what should be there, not what is. You find it by spotting the empty space.

"I know that he has shinobi that he's trained specifically for years, and then there are others who have engaged in missions with him thinking that they're partaking in some extra black black ops, not aware that they're doing anything that isn't perfectly legitimate, if secret beyond all reason. Kakashi got sucked in years ago, before he realized that Danzo was operating off books, and Danzo dropped him like a hot cake and left him to fester under that godforsaken seal. Recon work has been a bitch."

"If your goal was to squirrel out ROOT, why didn't you return to ANBU?" Tsunade questions narrowly. "Surely it would have been easier to gather intelligence while on Danzo's recruiting grounds."

Nohara stills, looking discomfited for the first time. "There were several reasons," she says finally. "Part of it is that I wanted to be there for Sasuke, and having a set schedule at the hospital and no missions taking me out of the village made that considerably easier. Part of it's that I want Danzo to think I'm none the wiser to his schemes, and I'd say I've done a good job of being soft and overly emotional, exactly like he hates in shinobi. And then, well, I honestly wasn't in any shape to take on ANBU work." Nohara clenches her hands at her sides, and her stare is borderline defiant. "My partner had just died under suspicious circumstances, my friend and captain had killed his clan and turned missing-nin. Not to mention, I'd just finished recovering from a mission that I'm pretty sure was supposed to off me. Bluntly, I was a fucking mess."

Hatake slides Nohara a look and Tenzou does the same, though Tenzou's look has the distinct tinge of pity whereas Hatake's is merely assessing.

"Mostly though," Nohara continues, "I no longer had faith in the Hokage. Shisui went to the Sandaime about the coup, and the next thing I knew, Shisui was dead and the Uchiha clan was gone. Things had gone extremely and terribly wrong and I knew that either the Sandaime was in on it, or he'd been too ineffective to prevent it. I could never betray the village that Shisui loved so much, that my family died to protect, but neither could I serve under Sarutobi Hiruzen."

Tsunade understands her phrasing perfectly. The village that her entire family--barring one estranged sister--had died for. The village that Shisui had loved. Not Yua.

"I can understand using Sasuke's departure from the village as the the impetus for bringing this to my attention," Tsunade says slowly. "But I have to ask the question: what do you plan to do if I don't pursue your investigation? What if I decide to leave things buried, or even to silence everyone in this room?"

Hatake freezes entirely, expressionless, and Tenzou's eyes widen.

Nohara merely blinks.

"I came to you with this information because I think that you have a sense of justice," she says. "The Sandaime was too focused on mercy, not realizing that mercy without justice is nothing but weakness. Honestly, I think the man was a coward. But you know the pain that I know, Tsunade-sama, and you left Konoha because you couldn't abide the senselessness of the loss, and I think that you're back because you want to see that loss made meaningful. And if that's the case, if what I hope and think about you is correct, then I'm ready to serve you in whatever capacity you think best without reservation.

"But if not." Nohara's voice doesn't harden or raise, her face doesn't shift. Even so, the room feels a degree colder. "Even heaven won't stop me, Tsunade-sama. I'm not interested in revenge, but if you deny justice to me, to Sasuke and Itachi and all the dead, then there will be no stopping me. I won't let anyone demean the ideal that every shinobi on the Memorial Stone died to honor and uphold. I won't let the Konoha that so many have fought and hurt for turn into an empty shell, devoid of meaning. I've done my best these last few years to work so that this wrong can be resolved as peacefully as possible. And even if I let it be a convenient face, I've genuinely tried to live gently and kindly. But in the end, I'm a shinobi. If it means that I can look the boy I raised in the eye, if it means I can take my friend's hands and let him put down his sword, and if it means that when I die I can say to my parents and my sister and my partner that nothing they suffered was in vain, then I will use every scrap of knowledge and strength I possess for violence, and I won't hesitate to cut down you or anyone who stands in my way."

Silence reigns, and Tsunade doubts that her left eyebrow has ever strained so high. Yes, the woman before her is certainly no accommodating doctor. This is a woman who is every bit the efficient killer of her mythology and then some, crafty and slippery and with a diamond will.

She scoffs. "I'll consider myself warned, then."

#this is Old old #parts of this make me wince to re-read but i overall do still love it #and yua is rin's younger sister #there's also older sister mai and she and yua don't talk #i'm assigning yua's parents as 'dead during kyuubi' as they tried to help ppl #a medical family! yua sort of bucked the trend out of necessity and mai is anbu medic #yua and kakashi's relationship is friendly but extremely fraught #yua used to follow rin around everywhere--that era's team seven definitely knew her #would make obito reveal super fun! #the universe outside us #internet user demands answers #(yikes this is actually fic length...)

[vnyverse]

loved your yuna ff, can you write one w her and gf!reader but yuna is avoiding your kisses bc she’s jealous of your dog stealing your kisses and we all think jealous yuna is adorable 🥰

@writers-ex idk if that made sense

 

A/n; Literally conceived and farted this piece out in under an hour so proud of myself, but oh no I think I read the request in a hurry and omitted the “yuna is avoiding your kisses” part sorry 🥹

I have the worst time management skills in all of mankind but do keep sending in requests (sfw/nsfw) but read my pinned!👁👁 Writing for nwjns has been really fun, so keep all requests rolling in!

Moments ago, the creature resembling a cloud with legs, referred to by yourself as Angel, created quite the ruckus, when she caught a sniff of pastry, an awkward shuffling motion to remove your sneakers, and the regular “ I’m home!”. Now, after relentless clawing at your garment, and receiving several pats and a treat, (maybe two), she is perched on your thighs, panting, while you coo at how clingy she is, how her fur feels like velvet, whispering “good girl” to her. Unbeknownst to you, another clingy creature resides on the couch, bitterly sulking at how long you would take to notice your (self proclaimed “perfect, pretty, confident”) girlfriend left practice early just to surprise you. 

Her presence was only made known when your time spent goofing around with Angel was cut short by a “stop that, that’s only for me!”, a response to you kissing the top of Angel’s head as she perfectly plays dead. You turn to face Yuna, in both excitement and surprise, to be met with rude shock plastered on her face, brows furrowed, eyes intently focusing on somewhere between your eyes and your lips, maybe both, yet what gave her feigned anger away, perhaps something only you were capable of spotting, after observing her every movement since childhood, was the way she would lick her lips whenever she desired something, be it street food, plush toys, flowers, clothes, and you could only very boldly imagine she, international superstar was jealous of a dog and wanted you to kiss her and direct the words “good girl” to herself instead. Even then, with jet black hair cascading down her shoulders almost draped over her frame like a cape, in the simplest outfit, she still looks like a model off-duty. The thought of her momentary childish antics contrasting with her mature image made you burst out laughing, while the intensity of the gaze on you is now sharpened into a thousand yard stare, very much  potent if directly met by clueless eyes. 

You knew better than to give in to her, two could play the game. You weren’t exactly going to go out of your way to be mean to her or anything of that sort, but you were feeling a little playful, and in the moment you envisioned probing her to admit her jealousy would make a pretty sight.

“Didn’t I just visit you at practice hours ago with food? Babe, I kiss you in front of the girls too? What’s so wrong with kissing Angel, she's my babyy”. And with that, you, with very clear intention to piss her off, place another gentle kiss on Angel's head.

“But, but that’s different!”

“How so?”

Unsatisfied with your response, she turns her face away from you, and waits for you to approach her, which you do, before turning back around, and you catch the moment in slow motion. You can just almost see how her eyes gleam when she conceives an idea, albeit one only she would think was genius, and even if you knew she was up to no good you’d happily be her partner in crime. Shapely long arms hook around your shoulder, entrapping you within an embrace while flashing you her not million, but billion dollar smile, if that was even a thing, with her bunny-like teeth part of the performance. If her smile was a subtle sign of a successful attempt of surprising you, what came next would always have you surrender to her antics, they were not good for your heart-not that you have ever resisted so anyway. The impending action, an eager, impatient kiss was laced with soft sighs, what was sure to be quickened heart beats that you could almost hear, and a pair of hands grabbing away harshly at your shoulder, as if reclaiming a possession. You break away, stating the lack of air as an excuse. You then gently remove her hands that had slithered their way mischievously up to your face, and you cup her face, stroking your thumb across her cheeks, not before whispering a little something in her ears.

“You’re the possessive sort hmm? Didn’t think you had it in you but that was cute.”

Now of all times, she shys away, like her darkest secret has been revealed. She chooses to seek refuge in an assortment of pillows, using them to shield her unbelievably red face from what would soon be your relentless teasing. With hair unkempt, spread out across the pillows which were within her arms’ reach and now covering her figure like roots of a tree, her whines to have you stop teasing her can still be heard from where you were, the kitchen, to heat up some pastry, and you smile to yourself at her antics.

You decide this is a moment to be made lovely later on in your memory, and with a silent “click” you immortalise the moment in your camera roll. Sure, she was one strange girl, but you would happily reciprocate.

#gg fluff #gg imagines #gg x reader #shin yuna #itzy updates #itzy fluff #itzy #itzy yuna #itzy x reader #itzy imagines #yuna fluff

[dulcewrites]

Do you think things would be different for reader if she married Aegon instead of Aemond

Things would be different for sure… better? Eh. Worse? Who knows. I said before I think they opened to each other at the right time. I think there would be messiness if they got married but they’d be giving opposite attract realness

I’m annoying so let’s do a little fmo reader x Aegon au

- so reader still meets the fam through Helaena, Alicent still takes a liking to reader

- marriage is something Alicent has put off for Aegon for a year or two (post driftmark) bc viserys is pushing hel and him get married. She knows neither of them want that

- so she goes to otto and begs for some help. She already has to deal with watching her one eyed son mope around. She can’t do Aegon and Helaena doing the same. Otto is like “hehe ok 🤭”

- if we want to get extra spicy. Let’s say otto hears through the grapevine (the spies) that daemon and Rhaenyra are like “omg reader would be sooo cute for Jace”. Otto is like yeah I can’t let daemon have anything 🤨

- he already had his eye on reader. Now I think a fun twist is that Alicent turns the marriage down at first. She looks at reader and then her son who now has to start everyday with a drink, and gets a bad feeling. While with Aemond and reader, she thinks they would work bc she sees similarities

- otto says it’s either reader or they go through with hel and Aegon. Alicent takes the inch she’s given and says ok

- reader’s parents are ELATED. Reader is scared bc she doesn’t know Aegon. The only time they’ve interacted is her lying for Aegon. She sees Alicent being like “did you sneak out. I will revoke you sunfyre privileges”. Reader feels bad and tells Alicent Aegon was helping her and Helaena with something. Aegon is like “you know what girl whose name I can’t remember you slay for that”

- the wedding was the event of the century I fear.

- the wedding night is horribly awkward. Reader knows it’s not his first, while Aegon knows it is hers. I think Aegon’s ummm sexual history is something she’s a bit insecure about. They kind of just lay there afterwards, silent. It’s pretty bad… then crude joke and reader almost pees herself laughing. The joke itself isn’t that funny, she just can’t help but laugh at the situation she finds herself in.

- everything is going pretty well considering these are two people who don’t know each other well and basically forced to get married. Things are good till reader starts having problems getting pregnant. She’s not stupid, she knows a lot hinges on her have a son in particular

- a difference I see between Aegon and reader versus Aemond and reader is that Aegon and reader fight HARD. While Aemond is more passive aggressive, doesn’t like to raise his voice. Aegon and reader can get real nasty when they want to. Reader says Aegon’s drinking is why he’s shooting blanks, Aegon calls her barren

- funnily enough, the night of that fight, baelon targaryen second of his name is conceived. Another spring Prince (I think similar to daella, viserys picks out the name. Aegon thinks it’s a turning point for their relationship. Spoiler alert: it’s not 😭) (also I headcanon that Rhaenyra is pissed about the naming, hence her naming egg 3, Aegon)

- reader had a really difficult labor. It kind of scares about having more kids but she knows she will eventually be expected to have more

- I see baelon looking at lot like his grandmother 🥺 which in turn means he looks a lot like Aegon. Reader’s genes didn’t stand a chance

- things are good… till reader hears a couple of maidservants gossiping about Aegon. She sort of just snaps lol. Reader hasn’t felt 100% in her body since having baelon, and her sex drive is a lot lower. She knows her husband. She gets Aegon doesn’t need mushy lovey dovey feelings to engage in sex. But on the other hand, she just had a BABY. His baby, and he gets even keep it in his pants long enough for her to figure things out.

- I think reader is extra embarrassed bc it’s not random brothel women she will probably never see. It’s women around the castle, some of which interact with her kid.

- she debates confronting Aegon or not. But she knows all she will get is a “but baby I love you not them 🥺”. So she thinks, if I’m gonna put up with this, I ought to get something out of it. I’m gonna be the fucking queen of the seven kingdoms and my son will be future king.

- pre the cheating, reader and Aegon were on the same page about not pushing the heir thing. They were fine will Aegon never taking the throne.

- reader is like who can I go to, enter otto… again. She gets a seat to the green council. She feels guilty when they start talking about killing Rhaenyra, especially when she notices the queen is absent.

- otto tells her to reassure Aegon’s line more. One boy isn’t enough.

- aegor and Aenar (the realm’s twins) are born (yes reader is a boy mom)

I don’t really know where the story would go. Probably the usurping then them having to deal with reader being in on. I think the moral is, reader would probably still have to worry about her husband being a prince that thinks he can whatever he wants. He probably throws in her face that her parents are social climbers and raised their daughter to be one (low blow)

That being said, I think there is more affection between reader and Aegon. He says he loves her but like… how much love is there if you are cheating 😭

IF we want a spicy twist, I like the idea of reader being someone who reads to viserys in his poor health. Sort of similar to how Alicent did to Jaehaerys. In fire and blood, there would def be an excerpt about how reader poisoned viserys to get Aegon on the throne (and maybe she did who know 👀)

#fool me once asks #fmo headcanons

[lesbiannancytruther]

guess who’s back

back with a brand new ronance au, drum roll, witch au! specifically witch and familiar au

im about to blow y’all’s minds bc ik the FIRST THING y’all thought was witch!nancy familiar!robin but im turning this shit on its’ head

basic lore: witches have a pretty broad range of magic and can specialize in any field, nature/elements, emotions/personality, curses, energy, etc etc. not everyone is born a witch, it’s just less than half of the population, but witches are highly respected for their abilities and their service to their communities. some witches can cast magic with just their hands, some need to channel their energy into staffs or wands, or anything they want to really. every witch has a signature color for their magic and it always looks different (some it looks like lightning, some it looks like fire, some it looks like sparks, etc etc)

familiars are destined companions to witches that are made entirely of magic. they all have a base animal and human form and are incredibly powerful, but they can not channel their magic on their own without disastrous consequences, so they’re paired with witches who they lend their strength to. this requires a strong bond, which is why familiars are bonded to their magical “soulmate” someone who’s the best for them in every way. familiars, with their great power, are bound to their witch companions and are under their explicit command, which doesn’t go well for certain familiars. they all have an item that ties them to their witch companion, like some form of jewelry or even clothing.

ok NOW

think about it…. clumsy but surprisingly powerful witch robin that favors elemental magic, with sunset type orangish reddish pinkish magic that looks somewhat like fire, worried as fuck for the day she performs the ceremony and gets her magically destined soulmate, either platonic or romantic, that would boost her magical capabilities and officially start her on the course of going professional, just KNOWING that with her luck it would go wrong

and she thinks fate is laughing at her when a fluffy dark grey cat with silvery streaks in it’s fur and blue eyes that sparked like cut sapphires, looks absolutely MURDEROUS when it appears in front of robin. she has no idea what to do, does she hug her? pick her up? shake her paw? introduce herself? but she’s given no time to even decide because her familiar just stands up and walks down the exit hallway with this little prissy flick of her tail, making robin quickly follow out of surprise and annoyance.

safe to say it is a ROCKY start. nancy, who’s name robin learned when it was called out at the ceremony AND was etched into the tag she was handed, refused to transform to speak to her and instead chose to be a sulking menace, planting herself on robin’s highest shelf (that even robin struggled reaching) and knocked everything off in the process. robin actually almost lost her temper at the shattered remains of a few bottles of ingredients on her floor when she got over her astonishment, why was this familiar so mean? but she took a deep breath and just cleaned up the mess, not looking to make things even worse

robin is at a loss, having barely done anything or said anything to this familiar that already hates her, and she can’t help but be supremely disappointed because she needed this to work and it just wasn’t. she tried in vain to talk with her, to convince her to at least eat something or curl up on this new bed she’d gotten, anything, but nancy was firm in her stubbornness. it pissed her off, thinking about the fact that people usually got friends, even lovers out of that ceremony and robin just got another person that looked at her with scorn. it wasn’t fair, but when was anything?

this went on for about a week, putting robin in a rotten mood where she muttered about “prissy, stuck up familiars” and “shit luck” as she walked around her apartment and tried to ignore the piercing blue eyes that she knew were glaring at her in accusation. she’d been getting behind on work, hoping to smooth things over with nancy before continuing, so that they could finally work together, but that obviously wasn’t happening any time soon.

nancy hadn’t planned on moving ever, simmering with resentment and watching robin critically from her perch as she attempted to fulfill a commission for a burn serum and was struggling a bit with the finer measurements, knowing it was something she could help with, when it hit her that robin hadn’t commanded her to do a single thing.

when nancy appeared in front of her new witch companion she’d been set on hating them, despising them for everything she could. this would be the person she’d be forced to obey for the rest of her miserable life and she’d make sure they’d feel as tortured as she did, feel just as chained to her as she did to them. when she was presented with the tall, pretty witch with a slanted posture and hope in her eyes she felt her resolve slip ever so slightly, but gripped it tight in the face of what was to come.

in her anger, she’d forgotten all of what she’d been expecting, watching this witty witch mutter about prissy cats in her comfy kitchen endeared nancy to her in a way she was determined to quell, before realizing that robin hadn’t commanded her to do a single thing. not even the things that would have been for nancy’s benefit, like eating or sleeping somewhere comfortable, and it startled her. it was obvious from the past days that the thought of forcing nancy to do anything didn’t even cross robin’s mind, and before she knew what she was doing she hopped down from her perch and padded over to where robin was frustratedly looking over a potion book.

she’s certain she’s not ready to transform yet, but when robin looks down at her in real surprise she gives a helpful gesture towards robin’s tools, specifically a thin bladed knife that could be used as a wicked precise leveller. robin gives nancy a surprised “thank you” and nancy just walks over to the bed robin got and tentatively sits on the soft cushioning, watching robin with wary, but not angry, eyes. maybe there was hope for them yet.

lmk if y’all want to see more! :)

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #what should i call this one #cat girl nancy au #IM KIDDING #sorta #i’ll call it the #love and trust au #yeah💪

[breeeliss]

#LockedTombtober Day 4: First

a/n: bc it’s less depressing to say that ianthe was harrow’s second kiss lol

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day 4: first 

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they’re lying in harrow’s bed fully clothed, still drenched in saltwater, when harrow asks probably the most ridiculous question gideon has ever heard leave her lips. “were your magazines entirely pornographic?” 

the delivery is so clinical that gideon is almost sure harrow asked her to confirm a footnote in some godforsaken bone witchery textbook, or whatever it was that harrow studied all day. it’s only because harrow is violently pressing her nails into the meats of her palms that gideon knows she heard correctly and allowed the silence to fester into some pretty spectacular awkwardness. 

gideon grasps for anything to say in response and unfortunately has to remain satisfied with, “i mean, like...y-yeah? mostly?” 

it’s because of the terrible secrets they now shouldered together -- the inability to let the other out of their sight, the need to fill the silence with noise no matter how inane or ridiculous -- that harrow forces the conversation forward. “what do you mean by mostly?” 

“...i mean, i don’t know. sometimes there’s some plot.” 

harrow raises an eyebrow, and gideon swears she’s taking the piss out of her. “porn with plot? fascinating.” 

“you asked!” gideon squirms. “there’s a lead up. you know, warming up the furnace before sticking your hands straight on it. setting the mood. establishing the vibe. getting the--”

“i quite get the point, griddle.” 

“oh shut up, you were the one who asked. why are you even asking?” 

harrow simply shrugs, scratching at the flaking white paint on her forehead. “...you kissed me.” 

it’s said in a whisper, and it takes gideon a moment to remember that...oh...yes, she did indeed. gideon’s body didn't take much instruction from her brain while they were in the pool. gideon only knew that harrow looked wretched begging for her to be punished for every hateful word that ever left her lips, and gideon unthinkingly showed her compassion instead. 

“you looked like you needed it,” she replies. “you were shivering and crying, that’s a normal reason to give someone a kiss.” 

harrow rolls over onto her side, and her hand falls on the mattress in between them. “is there a lot of shivering and crying in the magazines?” 

“no...at least not that kind. and there’s a lot more than kissing.” gideon shakes her head. “why are you asking, nonagesimus, this is super random.” 

the exhaustion from the day rolls over harrow in waves, and she doesn’t have the energy to snap back with anything other than the truth. “i was surprised, is all. your magazines always sounded rather torrid. but what you did was...nice.” 

gideon frowned. “i'm getting the sense you think i'm only capable of being a total horny asshole.” 

“well...not anymore.” 

gideon rolls over as well to watch harrow’s eyes refuse to make contact with hers. harrow doesn’t allow herself to possess anything resembling hesitation or weakness, and yet gideon thinks this is the first time she’s seen her nervous. “it’s not all ripped bodices and sex. like i said, sometimes there’s nice stuff that comes before it. cute stuff.” 

“like forehead kisses?” 

gideon takes a moment to truly think back. “actually...no. not really. i guess it just felt like the right thing to do, that’s all. if you hated it, you could’ve told me.: 

“no,” harrow says hurriedly. “i...i enjoyed it. it was my first one.” 

there’ve been too many sad discoveries about harrow this evening, and gideon feels a sickening pang after hearing one more. she thinks of harrow’s parents, the geriatric nuns forcing her into prayer, and gideon’s fists making her noses bloody all through their childhood. it hadn’t occurred to her that something as simple as a kiss hadn’t been present in all of that. 

“mine too. it’s not like there were many opportunities. kind of figured in some weird fucked up way you’d be my first. just statistically, you know.” 

harrow actually huffs out a weak laugh at the sorry excuse for a joke. “im sure there are more lifted skirts and popped buttons with the kisses you’ve read.” 

“you’d be surprised actually. like i said. it’s not all ripped bodices.” 

“what are they like then?” 

gideon’s breath catches, and harrow’s fingers stretch carefully, slowly, softly across the comforter until just the tips of their index fingers are touching. and god, they could die tomorrow. they really could honestly be stewing in their final hours at the fuck off edge of the universe in a house that was trying to kill them. there was so much poison that gideon could spew, so much revenge she could dish out, and so much cruelty she could finally force harrow to suffer through. and harrow would accept it without hesitation. but the look in harrow’s eyes clenches around gideon’s heart, and it’s the saddest, prettiest thing gideon has ever seen in her short, awful life. 

her other hand comes up to trace the tear tracks left in harrow’s face paint. “close your eyes.” 

harrow obliges, breath hitching and fingers clenching against gideon’s. but gideon has sworn to keep harrow safe and protected until she can no longer pick up her sword, and this is fealty she can be proud of. 

when their lips meet, gideon decides she’s glad that harrow was her first, and she’ll die content if harrow ends up being her last. 

#griddlehark #the locked tomb #tlt #Gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #thelockedtombtober #griddlehark fanfiction #tlt fanfiction #my writing

[zalrb]

sorry but i need to join hate spike train bc OMG I CAN'T GET WITH SPUFFY STAN'S DISILLUSION like when they are like "soulless spike with buffy vs soulless angel with buffy" and proceeded to use scenes where spike treated her almost fine because he was 100% obsessed with her, while completely ignoring all the moments he mistreated, tried to take advantage of and was COMPLETELY HORRIBLE to her. like angelus was terrible (there's no arguing about it because that was TOTALLY THE POINT) but there has always been a clear distinction between angel and angelus and buffy's relationship with, while with spike, he without soul or with soul is basically the SAME PERSON and buffy has to fight god and the world to protect, care and defend him LIKE WHAT?????

also pisses me off when they are like "spike don't need to feel guilt for the things he did without a soul" — but then proceed to use all the things that angelus did against angel and this yields another essay that I won't go to now — and like I could even agree with that, he doesn't need to be like Angel, living a reclusive life full of brooding as self-punishment, but he could at least not act mockingly or like an asshole about, he basically laughs at buffy's face when she is afraid of being touched by him after what happened, he is more than happy to act superior to robin wood, keep wearing the jacket of the slayer he killed, like he doesn't need to wallow in guilt but don't act almost proud and mocking about the horrors you caused

and sorry, that got too big, it's just that i really like btvs, I like buffy and loved the antagonism between her and spike, it was so much fun to watch but they ruined everything for a pathetic relationship

Well, the thing is, guilt can be instrumentalized and it can lead to empathy and compassion and sympathy and season 7 tries to say that Spike feels those things with lines like when he says he can't cry the soul out of him because he can feel everyone he's killed or when he tries to get Buffy to kill him because she doesn't really know the kind of monster he is but that doesn't work for me because the responsibility is still put on Buffy. Like mentioned earlier, with The First, Angel was ready to take his own life, he didn't put the responsibility of that onto Buffy, whereas Spike did. After the whole "I can't cry this soul out" meltdown he asks Buffy to help him and it's supposed to be a sign of growth and redemption that he reaches out to her for help since Buffy is the ultimate good/hero but because Spike had nearly raped her the previous season (not to mention the stalking, the buffybot etc.) the show is just making her her attempted rapist's keeper. When he talks about how his newfound soul allows him to view the world differently it's not about how his soul allows him to understand death and murder and good and evil in a different way, (he doesn't even relate to Robin in a way soulless Spike wouldn't, he taunts him) it's in relation to how he feels about his relationship to Buffy and not even about the horror of his attempted rape but about how she hated herself and took it out on him and how that makes him feel. Like people say having a soul isn't a personality transplant but if gaining that humanity doesn't alter the way you relate to people not-Buffy in any way then WHAT'S THE POINT?

[sunlightandsuffering]

I don't think I've ever laughed so much reading a post on tumblr. "she’s balls deep in her jealousy addled delusion" - "It’s like an out of body experience" - "Eren’s eyes have almost bugged out of his head at this point, and he’s giving her that look". I was at work and had to go to the toilet to laugh. Please tell me Eren's politeness was just a disguise bc they were in public. Please tell me he was very angry. They had a lot of hate sex after, right? RIGHT?

I'M GLAD U FIND IT AS FUNNY AS I DO! Always happy to improve the work day lol 🥰🥰 I was writing it just absolutely cackling at the mental imagery of Mikasa just not being able to stop herself, like it's just getting away from her and she's spewing utter nonsense but she can't stop 😂😂 BUT YEAH mans is only keeping his composure so he doesn't throttle her right there! He definitely gives it to her in the car omg 🤣 Losing his mind, hand very aggressively on her thigh in the passenger seat and it's like scary silent when he's pissed at her. They get back to his place and he explodes like what the fuck!??!?!!? Of course I think she deserves a small smidge of hate sex for her troubles!!! Bc Eren's pissed and he was planning on getting laid tonight after a nice date with Annie and now all he has are Mikasa and his empty house with no food except for the fucking FISH STICKS in his freezer!

#divorce au

[girlvinland]

Ok lol, this is stupid as hell but I feel the need to liveblog my reaction to this book I'm reading bc 1) it's a mass-market romance novel (which I never read so it's an exciting adventure for me) and 2) actually I think that's all, just the one reason. I'm putting under a read more bc I know it's not important but I'm doing this for my own sanity.

Ok. I was "gifted" this book by virtue of being close to someone who works at a bookstore and being given advanced readers that seem like ones I'd be interested when they come in. This particular one is one of those light, cheesy popcorn books; it's wlw romance which I'm not a stranger to but when I want that kind of thing I almost exclusively read historical fiction/romance. So this is a silly one to me.

The premise is one woman works at a gym, she gets invited to her gay best friend's sister's wedding, the bride doesn't want to get married and ditches the fiance, then they get together. Idk lol, but sure. I'm gonna keep updating my thoughts as I go through this bc like I said, these kind of light romance novels are not something I ever read (except in one instance where my friend made me read one from a series she really likes and I just couldn't do it man [ok I still did for her but I didn’t enjoy it]. I'm sorry if you do enjoy them, it's fine and good but not for me).

Ok to start off with, I think the relationship between the MC and her best friend is cute- he reminds me of one of my best friends in middle/high school and their conversations bounce off each other in similar ways. But it's also really cringe bc every other line is like he's SO gay he flirts with EVERY man he sees and has a MILLION toxic exes, etc.

Anyway. He makes her come with him as his date to his sister's wedding, with the bonus implication that she can get a promotion at the gym (bc his parents own it). MC goes along with it, as her dream is to own her own gym and she wants to make herself look better, whatever.

Not even the FIRST day they get to where the wedding is going to be, she runs into the bride and is already horny, also I have to share this little snippet bc lmao???

Hot cow eyes. Okay.

Anyway, the next day comes and the wedding is going to be at one of those massive complexes where there's like a mansion people stay and the actual wedding is in a barn and the theme is like that tacky rustic kind of thing. Whatever (also sorry if you like that- again, just not my thing).

MC gets too drunk at the open bar before the rehearsal dinner and makes a fool out of herself, then runs to the bathroom only to hear crying from one of the stalls. She knocks and is like "hey are you ok? i have to check bc 'girl code'". The woman crying opens the stall and they start talking. MC tries to pull out some tissues from her purse but instead pulls out a napkin of cocktail shrimp (ok I did laugh bc I would also steal cocktail shrimp for later, I would not eat them in the bathroom though, which is what she proceeds to do).

Anyway, the woman (who is obviously the bride but MC doesn't know that yet bc she's never met her best friend's sister[???]) is like "wehhh I had to come here and things w/ my SO are not great, I wish I could leave him" and MC is like "ok, then do it". Bride is like "I can't break up with him at a wedding!"

They keep talking and later MC finds out it was actually the bride and is like oh fuck, I essentially told the bride to ditch the groom.

The bride does ditch the groom and flees the country on the honey moon alone (???) then returns and is like "everyone's mad at me oh noooo".

And that's where I've left off so far and OKAY. This woman annoys me already lmao like as someone who has called off an engagement WHY would you do it the day before the wedding?? I know this is a common trope in these kinds of things but jesus christ lmao. Yeah I wonder why everyone is pissed maybe bc you never SAID anything and people sunk tens of thousands of dollars into it and whatever. And she clearly knew like?? Idk man. When I got engaged it took a couple months before I was really honest w/ myself, but I knew I didn't want to drag it out/hurt myself and the other person and the families involved in so many ways by keeping it going until the last moment?? Stupid. Like it’s okay to realize something isn’t right for you and work through it but at least try to be considerate and responsible? Although I did really feel her when she was talking about how "nothing was wrong in the relationship, so I just kept going with it". Damn, I don't need bad romance novels to make me feel things like that lol.

ANYWAY. I will be back when I read more, if you read all this I am very sorry. I had a lot of caffeine today bc in between reading this I've had to work on last minute project stuff when I was needed and I'm super wired rn.

#by bug

[ahurumustdie]

okay so i was on video call with my sister about an hour ago, and my sister was having a bit of a laugh at what was on the telly bc it was "these big men lifting boulders onto a platform" and it was our grandmothers house like it was less about the content and more about how funny it was that it was our grandma watching it

and then she flips the camera to show me, and all i see is this absolute Bear of a man lifting a big ol' rock and i didn't even think before saying "not to be gay but oh my god-" and my sister just started pissing herself laughing, like she almost dropped her phone and i was just standing there with my head in my hand trying not to laugh with her

#my sister = one of the few people im comfortable with knowing my type in men #because instead of making fun of me like some people have in the past - she dressed up as a lumberjack for my birthday #and yes it WAS a joke but it was a laughing-with-you joke not a laughing-at-you joke yknow? #stevie speaks