#they have a sweet relationship that's toxic for everybody but them

[sunnymainecoonx]

Killermare: chocolate covered strawberries edition🍓🍫

Be honest with me, how many of you know a chocolate version of Killer existed?

#took me 2 whole years to finally draw choco killer #I like the lil more 'insane' version of strawmare.. the positivity thing whatever isn't good for him :( #sans au #utmv #undertale au #nightmare sans #killer sans #strawberry nightmare #chocolate killer #killermare #nightkiller #killmare #kight #killer x nightmare #nightmare x killer #blood #tw blood #sanscest #UwU #they have a sweet relationship that's toxic for everybody but them #chocolate covered strawberries

[andcorde]

Talking in your sleep

Summary : you woke up during your sleep, thirsty and hear your husband talking in his sleep about a girl.

pairing : young!president Snow x f!First Lady!reader.

warnings : physical and psychological violence (strangling and swearing iykyk), smut (not REALLY explicit), Coriolanus is his own warning, toxic!relationship, dark!reader, possessive!reader (if there’s more lmk please !!)

a/n : first fic posted here, I’ve got the idea from the song « talking in your sleep » by the romantics (you should know them, at least if you’ve seen the FNAF movie :)). It’s a late valentine day post btw.

Hope you’ll enjoy it !

dividers by @saradika-graphics !

Your throat just feels completely dry which wake you up. You sigh in annoyance, having to get up without waking up your husband, which is a tough task, just to take a glass of water. It happens often, but you were really tired of this dangerous mission of not waking up the lightest sleeper in the world.

Coriolanus Snow, the young President of Panem and you, his First Lady, married since a year and a half, are the most important and influential people in this place. Everybody was either jealous of Coryo or you because of how charming and affectionate you are.

You slowly lift the duvet and get out of bed as gently as possible, not waking your husband, only making him sigh before turning around. You walk as quietly as a mouse as you make your way straight to the bathroom you both shared.

Your marriage seemed like a pure fairytale, full of love and happiness, even if none of this was true to you two. You just accepted together, like a contract between individuals seeing the economic benefits and also the popularity of both of your families to get married. None of you were even slightly attracted romantically to each other, but on the sexual side…it was otherwise.

Even if Coryo agreed to not giving you a heir for a couple of years, it doesn’t mean you don’t have fun, straddling his cock time to time, letting him eating out your sweet and soaked pussy just for him.

You reach the bathroom with a smirk at your thoughts, opening it silently and entering in it, closing the door and turning on the soft light. You brought a glass and gently run the water into it, crossing your fingers that the sound alone isn't enough to wake the sleeping platinum blonde. Well it already happens before, so now you’re careful.

You get out of the bathroom as quietly as you get in, sipping your glass of water, not seeming to have woke him. He seems pretty asleep, which is really rare, you thought to yourself. He seems to dream, seeing his facial expressions slightly changed from the calm and relaxed one.

His lips parted slightly, he seems to say something. You never see him like that, so profoundly asleep, you keep looking for a few seconds before stopping you from acting odd and put the water on the nightstand.

« …Lucy Gray…please » He whispers. So low you could have misheard.

But no, you were sure you heard those words coming from his most sleepy and pathetic voice. You feel yourself being totally freeze for a few seconds, as if those simple words as awaken something completely uncontrollable in your body.

Anger. Even more devastating than any other feeling. The possessiveness of Coryo wasn’t a one-side thing, both of you were pretty possessive to the fact that you were his, and he was yours. None of you could denied that, getting pretty dangerous when people approached a bit too much one of you.

You blink a few times, motioning yourself to get back in bed like nothing happened. You let yourself be more loudly, because he seems so asleep and dreaming of things you don’t want to imagine or you might just strangle him in his sleep.

The marathon in your body seems to calm a bit as you find your sleep once again, but you absolutely know what’s waiting for your husband tomorrow morning.

As you wake up, you noticed that Coryo seems to have started breakfast without you, which happens more often when you woke up in the middle of the night. You emerged from your bed rubbing your eyes, as the events of earlier just hit you like a bus. Standing in the middle of the large and richly decorated room, you take a deep breath, calming yourself and also making a good figure to just destabilise even more your husband. You don't change your clothes, which was part of your sordid plan.

You make your way through the dinning room, being greeted by some of your domestics in the way, responding with a polite smile and nodding, wearing a black nightgown, too sexy to go outside of your bedroom. But at this moment, that’s exactly what you wanted to show him. Your body was his as long as it was mutual. And his little whispering was making you thinking it wasn’t completely the case.

You enter in the dining room, greeting the Mute that was passing, in this soft and warm voice that makes Snow’s head lift up to lock his eyes on you. You feel his gaze travelling your body, and you already feel the point of his ego touched by this personal attack for him. You gently make your way to the long marble table, not giving him a look, only a small “good morning”.

Only you knew how to piss him off so easily by doing mostly nothing. His hands clench into fists while clenching his jaw, taking his time to talk as low as he can.

« Can you explain me what the fuck you’re doing dressing like that outside the bedroom ? » his tone was infuriating and his eyes wanted desperately to met yours.

You smile slightly, putting down the tea cup and turning your head to him. Your lashes fluttering innocently.

« Oh dear, you’re really asking those stupid questions that late in the morning ? » you simply answer as you get up.

Teasing him was a bad idea, but your mind couldn’t think of something else than those words. He scoffed with a dry and short laugh.

« Yes, and my wife has to answer me. This provocation will end really bad for you and I don’t think you want to see that. » his voice just seems impatient and you know that he will not be as ‘nice’ in a few moments if you don’t start talking.

You just get up, walking and closing the doors of the dining room, now all alone and without some curious ears passing by. Coryo is still sitting on his comfortable chair, one hand still in a fist while the other one takes the coffee cup to take a few sips of it. His eyes didn’t look away from you. Those icy blue and somewhat terrifying eyes. Back facing him, you take a deep breath, trying to not smirk and not sounding too angry, controlling your voice being much easier than your body, lightly shaking.

« You talked in your sleep this night. » you state while turning to lock your eyes with his, seeing a surprise look passing through them. « And unfortunately for you, I was awake. And I can say that between the two of you, you’re the one who’s fucking provoking the most. »

You walk towards him, your eyes looking down to him, seeing a small change in his attitude. Apprehension ? No. Curiosity with a sweet melt of guilt. You get just in front of him, your husband sit and look up for you, lips parted, and if you weren’t that fucked up, you’ll kiss him and let him making out with you on the marble.

« What did I say ? » his voice seems still a bit infuriate but more low, close to the whisper. He knows he fucked up somehow and seeing his wife reaction, it must be an absolute disaster.

« Guess. » Your eyes just won’t listen to show how the toxicity of your feelings were affecting both you and Coryo. « I’ll give you a hint, think of the birds I hunt every Sunday in the forest nearby. »

And it hits him.

Lucy Gray Baird. His face changed a bit, being white as snow as he blinks twice, getting the information in his brain. Then, Coriolanus shakes his head.

« You must have misheard I was asleep— »

« I can assure you that you said her fucking name in your disgusting pleading voice, with a ‘please’ that just screams how painful your nightmare must have been. » Sarcastically finishing your sentence, you notice you clenched your teeth so hard that they grinded slightly.

He suddenly gets up, his right hand taking your cheeks firmly, bringing you even more closer to him, as his eyes glanced down at you now, angry at your words. For you, he just seemed scared to be caught.

« Shut up. I didn’t say her name…and even if it was the case, you have no right to act like you do. And you better not talk to me this way, ever. » His words are meant to hurt. To scare and threaten you.

In any other cases, you would probably have squeeze your thighs together and nodding like a good girl. But not this time. It was her. You try to talk through his grip, your eyes furiously locking with his.

« Yes I can, Coryo. Because you’re mine. Not hers, not anymore and never ever again. You’ll react the same way as me if it was my case. But guess what ? I never loved anybody in this world, so you can't attacked me about it. » your voice is filled with jealousy, doubting on the only thing you ever agreed of. You are his pretty good wife, and he is your jealous handsome husband.

Coryo cannot stop looking at you, trying to arranged his thoughts. He knows he would have reacted even worse than you if he was hearing you whispering the name of any other men than him. He didn't even remember his dream to be totally honest. But he doubts you'll believe him. So his hands takes gently your cheeks moving you so your back hit the buffet, blocking your way.

You see his eyes looking every inch of your face before sighing loudly. He opens his blue eyes and nod.

« I'm yours, y/n. I can promise you that, and I already did, didn't I ? For me, and for everyone else, Lucy Gray is dead. Nobody cares about her and so do I. You can hate me or not trust me, but it's the only thing you can be sure that will never change. As long as your mine, I'm yours. » his low and profound voice will always do something in your body. As you look at him, you know for sure he's not lying.

What Coriolanus deliberately left out is that even if one day you no longer want him, you will still be his, and you will never be able to escape from his grasp. His firm hands between your cheeks, thumb gently rubbing them, was something new for you. Those kind of interactions were nearly non-existent. Except maybe an aftercare from a tough round. So you can't help but blushing a bit to this unusual contact and feel suspicious too.

You finally nod, letting him getting closer and starting kissing you, softly but desperately needy. You jump on the buffet, your hands behind your back as you let yourself go completely to his touch and his possessiveness from your body. Your breathing accelerate as his hands let go from your cheeks to touch every part of your body, from top to bottom, stopping to your thighs. Squeezing it, he lets a small groan before putting slightly away, whispering.

« You're fucking mine, all of this body and this little shitty personality of yours. » and you just nod while biting your lip, like a pretty good girl. He grins to your sudden submissiveness.

Well, you were now going to know for sure who is his wife.

~

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #young coriolanus snow #young president snow #first lady reader #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #fem reader #smut #female manipulator #i'm weak for him

[zeltqz]

USED [1]

Ran Haitani seems to have some sort of fixation with you so suddenly, and though you despise him, you don't miss the way your strict father hates his guts, so you ultimately use him to get back at your father.

ran haitani x fem!reader

tags: (5.8k words) one-sided enemies to lovers, college student!reader, implied bet on reader, toxic relationship with reader's father, tenjiku ran haitani, i tried to make ran irritating as possible, but i love him too much, lolz, explicit sexual content: kissing, oral (f), implied blowjobs, fingering, exhibitionism; ran fucks you in a car park, alcohol usage, you work at a bar

author's note: this was based off a request from 🍉 anon (ps i love u so much. i had so much fun writing this). and as majority of my fics are, it's too long to fit into one part so i'm splitting it up....lmao

You know Haitani Ran from the way he walks into class late, unbothered, with a prep in his step, hands shoved into the depths of his pockets, taking his sweet time to walk all the way up the lecture stairs to his seat at the back right of the top row. The entire class sits still, women admiring him with flushed faces, whispering to their friends next to them about him, the boys spiteful, bitter at the reactions of the girls to his mere presence. Ran’s infamous, “Sorry, sorry for being late,” line is one the lecturer is prepared to hear every Wednesday. He slots himself down in his spot, which happens to be next to you. 

As someone who takes their education very seriously; it’s unfortunate to be stuck with such an idiot as a seatmate, always looking over at your paper to copy your answers, and if he’s not copying, he’s on his phone, playing an obnoxious game that’s quiet enough for everybody else not to hear, except you since you’re seated so close. 

“Did everybody submit the assignments?” The lecturer asks, disappointed in the way half the class sweat in panic, the other half nodding, a monotone yes , sir filling the air.

Being part of half of the class that bothered to do the work, you don’t panic, rather feel confident in your abilities, leaning back in your chair as you can spend the next few weeks relaxing for the final exams. 

It’s amusing seeing Ran’s eyes go wide, from the corner of your eye, at the mention of an assignment, his delusions so high that he’s reaching inside his bag for work he didn’t even know existed.  

You can’t help but scoff.

That catches his attention, and you stiffen up when you feel him look at you. 

“Somethin’ funny?”

“Yeah,” you challenge, turning to face him, meeting him eye to eye. “You.”

He does an excellent job at hiding his surprise, but you’re good at reading people, picking up on the way his head jerks back a little at your response. He chuckles, short and sweet, resting an elbow on the table, leaning his face on his palm and stares down at you. 

“Yeah? What about me?”

It’s probably the first conversation you’ve had with him since you started studying here. He’s popular, not just in school, but outside. Infamous for…loads of things. Just know he’s not a good person, the police know that, the civilians know that, the school knows that; yet they turn a blind eye to his antics. Is it his charisma? Does he pay them off? You feel like you’re the only one with common sense in the entire city, because you have a valid reason to hate a delinquent like him.

You don’t bother to dignify him with a response, rolling your eyes and turning back to your laptop. 

Ran won’t lie; he’s a little stunned at your behaviour towards him. So used to girls practically falling at his feet, kissing his shoes, fainting at his presence. That last one was pretty exaggerated, yes—but it happened once at a club. Maybe it was influenced by alcohol, or drugs…but it happened. For once in his life, he’s stumped, sneaking glances at you every now and then. 

You’re typing away at your laptop, getting started on the next assignment. Your education is something you take a lot of pride in, not only for your future self, but for your father. Overall, he doesn’t really care about you, not as much as your brother. The favourtism is obvious even though he insists he doesn’t exist and you’re just being dramatic . 

If you were to ask yourself why you’re spending so much studying just to impress him, why you’re craving fatherly love from someone who can’t give it to you. It’s been your only motivation to study, the thought of your father being proud of your accomplishments.

Ran’s stare is…distracting, to say the least. Whether you think he’s staring hard deliberately, or staring obliviously, it doesn’t matter because it’s still fucking annoying. 

With a hefty sigh, you stop typing, turning to face him. “Do you mind?”

There’s a sweet saccharine smile on his face as he leans on his elbow, looking down at you like you’re the best thing in the world. You shift in your seat, not liking how your body reacts to that stare, but keep your face stoic. 

“Mind what?” 

His smile only grows when you roll your eyes, shifting your chair away from him to focus better. Briefly, you look around the lecture hall for empty seats. There’s no way in hell this guy will follow you if you do choose to sit somewhere else. Not only would that be irritating as fuck because he’s probably found a new target to leech onto, but you’d automatically turn into Public Enemy No.1 if you were now labelled as Ran’s plaything . Eesh, even the thought of being that makes you shudder with disgust. 

Your lack of sexual nature is one thing you take pride in. Most people your age couldn’t go more than two weeks without sex. It’s not that hard , you think, but then again, when you have attractive idiotic men running around with their dicks out like the dude next to you, it is pretty hard for some girls to resist. 

Deep down, you know if you were more like them, you wouldn’t be able to resist him either. He smells good, always . A smoky signature scent that if someone else tried to replicate, it would be obvious who they were inspired by. It’s so strong that the scent stays lingering in the area even when he’s not around. A constant reminder marking his presence. 

For someone that hates him so much, there’s a part of you hoping he comes in everyday, just to smell him. As creepy as that sounds, you don’t go and sniff him like some dog with no home training, just a small sniff whenever the scent wafts in your direction. 

It’s not your fault, nor your nose's fault that he uses such a nice smelling cologne.

Either way, it doesn’t matter; because the lecture is ending earlier than usual; the professor had to go to a meeting so class dismissed.

As you pack your bags, you’re vaguely aware of him staring at you again. It’s hard to ignore, but you refuse to let him know that he has an effect on you. His gaze follows you down the steps until you exit. 

The following evening, you’re working your night shift at the campus bar, wiping down freshly washed glasses with a cloth when you hear his obnoxious voice behind you, laughing loudly at something his friends are saying. Your heart drops down to the floor when you realise he’s seated in your section, meaning whether you like it or not you will have to serve him sooner or later. With a sigh, you grab at your notepad and pen far too aggressively for someone that should be obeying the bar's policies, ‘always serve the customers with a smile !’ or the one your manager had reminded you far too many times because of your resting bitch face, ‘always look approachable .”

Yeah. Whatever .

It’s obvious you’re stalling with the way you’re dodging Ran’s table, taking everyone’s orders, smiling that perfectly trained smile you forced yourself to plaster on your face from the hours of 1700 to 2300 every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Before you get to dodge his table once more, there’s a tug at the hem of your uniform, skirt flowing from the force of it. It’s strong enough to stop you in your tracks, but not enough to force you to fall over or something. 

Turning to face the man himself, your smile instantly drops, back into your unamused expression. It seems that no matter how hard you trained your facial muscles, you couldn’t force that smile for someone that doesn’t deserve it. 

“Have you been avoiding me?” He speaks questioningly, and you curse the fact that his brother has stopped talking, now directing his attention over at you. His stare is just as, if not, more intimidating than his brothers, and you feel a shiver run across your body.

“No. I just didn’t see you,” you huff in annoyance; an obvious lie that has his perfectly shaped brows wrinkling. 

He’s probably trying to figure out how someone just happened to not see him.  It’s not out of cockiness, or arrogance—which seems to make up most of his being—but as stated before, being infamous for doing all sorts of things makes him pretty popular in this city, whether he intended that or not. So it’s only natural for someone to notice his presence. 

“Yeah, okay ,” he’s scoffing like he doesn’t believe you. To be frank, if you were him you wouldn’t believe yourself either.

“Who is she?” His brother asks, taking a sip of the water he’s been forced to drink because a certain someone wouldn’t take their order.

“If I play my cards right, my future girlfriend.” Ran also takes a sip of the water, smacking his lips, when he practically hears you squawk out in shock. 

“As if ,” you bite out, clutching your notepad closer to yourself, deciding if getting sent home early for refusing to take someone's order and losing out on money is worth being here with him for one more second. “Now tell me what the fuck you want to drink and stop wasting my time.”

“Fiesty one, huh?” His brother looks over at Ran who nods his head in appreciation.

“Yeah. Ain’t she cute?” The fact he’s talking about you like you aren’t even there, or aware is aggravating. 

Looking down at the imaginary watch on your wrist, you click your tongue, sighing exasperatedly. “You have three more seconds to cough up your order before I abandon you.”

Ran doesn’t catch your bluff. “Guess I’ll be having a wonderful discussion with your manager then, aye?”

Yup, that does it. You poke your tongue at your cheek, closing your eyes and counting to three in your mind, facial muscles twitching in pain as you force the smile back onto your face. “Hi. What would you like today?”

Ran leans his elbow in on the table, smiling up at you contentedly. “Your name and number, please.”

It takes everything in your power to not drop the smile, but it already took the majority of your energy to put on, so you’re not about to ruin the facade even more. 

“I’m afraid that isn’t on the menu ,” you say that part a bit more aggressively, mildly gesturing to the closed menu pamphlet on the wooden table that he didn’t even bother to open. “Maybe if you look at it , you’ll see what we serve.”

He looks down at the menu, and his brother chews at the whites of his nails, watching the scene with a slight interest. 

“I’ll have whatever you recommend for me, and your name and number.”

“Would you just —” you shut up before you could get violent, closing your breath and inhaling deeply to steady yourself. Since your eyes are plastered shut, you vaguely miss the look Ran sends his brother, and how it sends him off into a laughing frenzy. “Look. At. The. Menu.”

He makes a show of looking at the menu for a new record of around .34 seconds, somehow already coming up with a drink of choice. “How about a cocktail that’s as sweet as you, hm?”

You know what. That’s good enough. Probably the closest answer you’ll get to the real thing.  “Sure, whatever.” 

You approach your co-worker behind the bar, tell her the drink is for Haitani Ran and watch as her eyes practically morph into hearts, doing your best to ignore her asking if she makes the drink well enough, will he fall in love?

“Do me a favour and pour vinegar in his drink.” You take a shot from the clean glass she just washed, uncaring of the way she frowns.

“No! Why would I do that?” Ai seems genuinely horrified at the idea, wondering if you know who he is and why you would want to prank someone like him.

“‘Cause he deserves it?” 

Ai shakes her head, mixing the drink as well as she can, pouring all her love into it before sliding it onto a tray, handing it to you. “Voila! If he likes it, tell him to gimme his number, yeah?”

“Cool, whatever.” You walk off before she could say anything further. 

If this was a plate of food, or a bottle of water on the tray, you would’ve slammed it onto the table, uncaring of the mess it makes after. But since it’s a very delicate , fragile cocktail glass, you fight back on that urge. 

“Enjoy it,” you say with the most monotone voice, stalking away before he could find something else to say. 

The rest of the night goes by quickly, and peacefully, and it wasn’t until you were closing up for the night, you felt those same pair of lingering eyes on you as you mopped under the tables. 

“How the fuck are you still here?” You ask, going borderline insane, looking over at the same table the two brothers have been occupying for the rest of the night. 

Rindou has his chair tilting back on its heels as he leans back, feet on the table, and your face scrunches up when you realise you have to do extra cleaning tonight. Ran stands from his chair, hovering over you, enjoying the way you don’t even bristle, or look away like most girls would. 

“Wasn’t leavin’ without your number.” 

“Then I hope you brought a sleeping bag.” 

You try to move to clean the rest of the floor but of course , he stops you, extending his arm out to curl around your side, pulling you back to him. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening to me right now,” you mutter more to yourself than to him, the thought of Ran Haitani now leeching onto you as his latest target was annoying in itself. 

He holds his hand out, not saying another word, presumably waiting for you to hand your phone. You reach down to smack his hand away, but his reflexes get the better of you, gripping onto your hand tight in a way you struggled to escape out of. 

“I’m not playing these games with you, Haitani.”

“Neither am I.” With an irritating amount of nonchalance, he extends his spare hand (acting like he isn’t currently squeezing the life out of your own hand), and gestures over to your phone, prominent in the pocket of your uniform. “Number please . See? I’m even being polite.”

“How generous.” The sarcasm drips from your voice blatantly, but he either is too idiotic to pick up on it, or just ignores it completely because he’s so persistent on getting your number. “Fine,” you kiss your teeth, giving in, thinking if you ghost him it might be enough to decimate his ego to the point of no return.

“Yay ♡ ” He sounds as giddy as he looks and as annoyed as you should be, you find it kind of cute that he’s this excited to contact you. 

“Take it.” You hand him the piece of paper you wrote your number on, pulling it away before he could grab at it. “But if you spam me, I’m blocking you.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Obviously you don’t plan on doing anything with him, just ignoring all his messages till he gives up and finds a new girl to leech onto. There’s plenty of pussy in this campus for him anyway, yours just happens to not be easily accessible. It’s not like he would have trouble finding a new target. Hell, you can already name fifteen girls in your Monday 10AM lecture alone that would drop everything to lay in bed with that man. 

By the time you get home, he’s already sending you a text that you ignore in favour of taking a shower. Your father looks like he’s in a bad mood, so the last thing you want to do is talk to him and provoke him further with your presence alone. But it seems when he’s angry enough, he’ll look for anything to argue with you about.

After eating dinner, you were perched up on the living room couch, enjoying yourself some pity ramen as you watch Love Island USA, engaging in on the drama before your father storms in; clearly irritated as he hears the stupid voices on the TV. 

“Can you turn that crap off ? My news programme starts soon.”

You barely bother to look at him, focusing back on the TV, more specifically, the shot of Tommy, 27, as the camera pans downwards towards his abs. It’s a bit annoying he had to walk in now , but you don’t care. You’re ‘grown’ according to his words whenever you ask him to help you out with something. You’re a grown woman now, what do you need my help for? Act like an adult. 

And acting you will . 

He seems offended that you don’t respond, instead drool over some dude on the TV. “When are you going to start acting your—”

“My what ? My age? I’m nineteen, not 34 with three kids. You should be lucky that I’m not out there, doing drugs, sleeping around, getting arrested like most people my age are! Because if you want that, just tell me. I’ll do it.” 

“They’re being irresponsible in their own way. What about you? When was the last time you even showed me your grades?”

“Because the last time I recall, you told me I’m a grown woman, so why should a grown woman show her father her grades, like I’m a fucking child?”

“Do not swear in my house.”

You take a moment to chew your food before cussing up a storm, spewing out every swear word you can think of. The argument escalates with both of you yelling at each other, expressing your differing opinions and frustrations. The tension in the room was palpable, and the exchange of your words became equally hurtful. 

“You never listen to me, Dad! You’re so focused on yourself and your failing business that you can’t see that I’m not you and I won’t sacrifice my happiness just to please you.”

“This is not about me ! What don’t you get?! This is about you being responsible and making something of yourself. Right now? All I see is a pathetic girl, crushing over men that are twice her age on the TV. You’re just being stubborn and selfish.”

“Oh, so you want me to go after real men then? That what you want? You want me to find some toxic asshole that would ruin me so I can come back home to you so you’d have some sick pleasure of saying I told you so ?” At this point, you feel emotionally drained, too tired to keep arguing like this. 

Your day was going well-ish , minus the pest called Ran Haitani, but removing him from the equation made your day overall a 9. Knowing your father, he would only continue escalating the issue at hand because he can, so you hand him the remote. “ There . Change the damn channels and enjoy your news programme.”

He seems awfully proud of himself, like he didn’t just verbally abuse his child all for some goddamn news programme. You can’t find it in yourself to walk out of the living anyway, so you both sit there in silence. The only sounds are the remote buttons clicking as he types in the channel.

As the news unfolded, the anchor mentioned the infamous delinquent gang known as Tenjiku, followed by the name you were all too familiar with: Ran Haitani, and a few other random guys he’s criminally acquainted with. Your father’s face tightens and he looks over at you.

“Those boys are you age, right?”

You fight the urge to say, yeah, want me to join them? , choosing to be the bigger person and nod your head in silence.

“This is what I hate about your generation—”

And here he goes again. You tune him out now, instead focusing on the news reporter discussing how gang violence has been increasing rapidly over the course of the last few weeks as many young influenced middle school boys are now joining more gangs. In the background, your dads rant comes to a stop.

“I’m glad you stay at home all day instead of being around bad news like them. I don’t want my child getting caught up in their mess.”

You sigh, not bothering to comment on how your dad is a fucking hypocrite, but realise that his concern stems from a desire to protect you. It’s a shame you didn’t care because you found your hands moving to your phone, sending a quick text out to Ran, asking him to hang out this weekend. 

Is it wrong of you to be using him like this just to get your dad angry? 

Yeah, probably. But Ran was most likely using you in the same way just to impress his friends, so in a sick sense, you were both even. 

Days pass by after the living room encounter with your father, and you found yourself deep in thought. One evening, you decided to take matters into your own hands, determined to seize the opportunity, you snuck out of your room, venturing to Tenjiku’s hangout location; just an abandoned car park. Ran spots you looking around the place uncomfortably, so obviously out of place, and hops off the wall to head over to you. His expression shifts from surprise, to amused, chuckling as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well well well, look who’s finally caved.” 

If it wasn’t for the fact you just spent the last fifteen minutes walking here, you would’ve abandoned the plan you made and gone home already. His cockiness was something you weren’t excited to entertain. 

“Don’t get too excited before I change my mind,” you say firmly, ignoring the flutter of nerves in your stomach when his eyes shamelessly wander down the length of your body. 

“I like that attitude,” he admits with a smirk, tilting your chin up with his finger, making you meet his gaze. 

Maybe it was out of pure shock,  but you don’t remove his finger, just let him redirect your gaze to meet his eyes. You notice how nice his face is up close. Regularly, you can’t bear to stare at him for longer than five seconds at a time, but with his finger keeping your face upright, it allows you to notice his long lashes, how they’re curved upwards almost perfectly, the faint splatter of freckles dusted asymetically across his cheeks. His hair…you refuse to comment on it, lest you say something you’d regret. But that aside, he wasn’t bad , and you maybe…just a little— (a smidge or a pinch) see the hype around him. His voice wasn’t anything to play around with either, and you’d think if it didn’t belong to an ingrate like him, you could successfully admit without a shadow of a doubt that you liked it. 

You seem to be oogling his face, sending him mixed signals because he’s leaning in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that instantaneously sends a rush of adrenaline through your body. You were too stunted to push him off, despising how you’re enjoying the feeling of his lips moving against your stiff ones. It wasn’t your first kiss, but it had been a while since you kissed someone, so you were a little off. It was like he could sense your hesitation, your awkwardness, because his hand cups the back of your head, gripping your hair as he moves your head in the way he wants you. 

The fact you now know that Ran Haitani is a good kisser pisses you off because that was information you couldn’t care less about storing inside your brain. But what pisses you off more is the fact you still haven’t pulled away yet , and his friends are not even a couple metres away, smoking or whatever it is they do in their free time. 

He bends down to pick you up from your thighs, relishing in the way you yelp from being lifted from the ground so suddenly, holding onto his shoulders for balance. 

“Relax, would ya? I’m not gunna drop you.” He’s referring to the tight grip you have on his shoulders as he walks towards his car.

“You might as well. I need some sense knocked into me anyway.”

“That’s not the only thing I’ll—” He stops himself with a grin, refusing to finish those words and leaving you second guessing.

Obviously you’re not stupid , you have some vague idea of what dirty joke he’s implying. “You’re sick.”

“‘M aware of that.” He puts you on the hood of his car, laying you flat as he steps in between your open legs. 

It seems he misunderstood what you came here for because you didn’t come here for this, yet you still can’t find it in yourself to push him away, moaning softly when his lips crash down to your neck, sucking away at your skin. Maybe tricking Ran into dating you would do no good, he’s not cut out for relationships anyway; your brain tries to persuade you that revenge on your father isn’t worth your dignity but with the way he’s kissing down your neck, so sensual, you can’t help but clasp your arms around his head, guiding him further down your body.

He goes further downwards and lifts your shirt up to reveal your stomach, kissing the soft skin there while simultaneously hooking his fingers between the layers of your shorts and panties, tugging them off your body, placing them next to you on the car. 

Is it a little (just a little????) crazy that you’re about to get eaten out in public, on a hood of a car ? Yes, it is. But the rush of adrenaline hits you before you had the chance to fight it off. You’re aware you’re a bit of a hypocrite but looking down at him between your legs had shifted the narrative of your thoughts a little.

He kisses the flesh of your thighs, teasing you as he surges upwards to around your pussy, pressing a light kiss to your clit before moving back to your thighs.

Irrirated, and desperate, you call his name out as harsh as you can, only for it to come out as a breathless plea. “Stop messing around, Ran.” 

You’re not ready for him to flick his eyes up at you, those damn hooded eyes staring at you with a longing hunger. “So you do want this?”

“I didn’t let you lay me on your fucking car for no reason, Ran.”

His fingers dig painfully into your thighs, reminding you he has the upper hand here. “I’d like some respect when you speak to me from now on.”

“Suck a dick.”

“You will later. For now though…” he trails off as he  looks back down at the wetness that accumulated between your legs and leans down, sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe from base to tip, circling his tongue around your clit and repeating the shameless action.

You bite down on your lip, hard, in an attempt to silence yourself. The loud laughter coming a couple feet away reminds you that you’re not alone, and the last thing you’d want is for his friends to find you like this. Especially not his brother, oh no , he’s the last one you’d want to see right now. He’s the only one out of the group that witnessed your initial disdain for his brother, and you’d at least like to slither away from this night with a shred of dignity, knowing that to the rest of the general public that know you, you didn’t just fall to your knees for Ran Haitani. 

Your moans shift in pitch when he begins working you open with his tongue, wrapping your legs around his head so his hands are free, he rubs his finger up and down your folds, enjoying the way you squirm from the sensation.

It’s hard to stay focused on him, his tongue, his finger that just slipped inside you. It’s even harder to stay focused on controlling your noises when he curls his finger just right . He pulls his finger out, spreading apart your folds with two fingers, and licks you up, flicking his tongue on your clit.

He really knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he? Fuck, you’re frantically looking to the side, at the sound of his friends, stomach twisting in knots from the anticipation of being caught.

Knowing that your attention is elsewhere pisses him off, shoving two of his fingers back inside you without fanfare; you let out a loud moan, instantly covering your mouth and glare down at him, ready to hiss at him before he’s standing up, holding you by the throat to pull you forward into a sitting position. His fingers are still ravaging your insides as he looks at you, keeping you steady by the hand on your throat. 

“Focus on me , not them.” He watches your eyes threaten to roll back when he twists his fingers perfectly, curling them against your g-spot. 

“I—I ca—” He kisses you again, hot and heavy, not letting you explain yourself. Though you should smack him for choking you like that, you’re partly grateful because he’s doing a great job at silencing you, swallowing your moans down as his tongue slides against your own. You can taste yourself in the kiss, and it’s bitter , but Ran seems to enjoy it because he’s pulling away to kneel back between your legs.

You shift to lay down  against the hood once more but his spare hand grips your hips, stopping you. 

“Stay there,” he says, pulling his fingers our momentarily to tug your body towards him. 

You almost fall off the car, and you most definitely would’ve fell forward if he wasn’t steadying you. He shoves his face back between your legs, devouring your pussy with his lips and tongue, overstimulating your clit to the point of no return as he clamps his lips around it, sucking hard before you fall apart. Goosebumps form on the surface of your arms as he flicks his tongue against your cunt at a rapid speed, slurping your wetness hungrily. 

You slap your hand over your mouth, having to bite down into it to conceal your moans as he works you through your orgasm. Your thighs twitch and convulse by his face as he looks up at you, watching you fall apart. He shamelessly watches your chest inflate and deflate with every fast paced breath you let out. 

“So fuckin’ pretty ,” he stands, laying you back down against the hood of his car. He cages you in, kissing you without letting you catch your breath. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, locking him in close as his hand grips onto your chin, tilting your face up so he could kiss you deeper. He’s such a good kisser it’s almost humbling how quickly he can placate you with his lips alone. 

He pulls away with a devilish smirk on his face and you roll your eyes, pushing him away from you to slide off the car.

 “Don’t get all cocky now ,” he coos, wondering where this energy was not even ten seconds ago.

Your legs wobble and you fight to stand upright, but manage just fine, refusing to give him that much power over you. Grabbing your pants and shorts, you change back in shame, meanwhile he just leans against the hood of the car, watching you with a satisfied look on his face. 

“Nothin’ to say?”

“Take me home.” At least tonight wasn’t a total bust; you can still go home and have your dad see him bring you back. You can still have a little bit of dignity left.

He shrugs and fishes out his car keys from his pockets. His car smells just as nice as him, you think as you step inside, tugging your seatbelt on. 

“Where do you live?”

You tell him your address and it’s weird how he knows the city in and out, not even pulling out a GPS before figuring out the direction to your house. He parks right in front of your gate and you’re already unbuckling your seatbelt to get out. You’ve spent more time here than you’d initially planned anyway. 

Except he locks the doors before you could get a chance.

The irritation bubbling from earlier comes back and you’re reminded of all the reasons why you despise him. 

“Let me out.”

“Not yet, pretty.” He turns off the car and turns to face you. It’s amusing to him how you still haven’t quite caught your breath yet, still panting slightly as a result from your orgasm. 

“What do you want now ?”

He hums in contemplation, musing his thoughts over. “Honestly? To bend you over my backseat.” He sends a suggestive look over to the back and your lips part open in shock. Mainly shocked due to how shameless this guy actually is, but also because you…liked the—no. 

No. Moving on.

“Well that’s—uh—” You’re at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish, struggling to think of something witty to say and the smirk on his face has you wishing your brain was actually functioning right now so you could say something to wipe it off. 

“Looks like I finally broke that know-it-all brain of yours.”

“You didn’t—” Your voice gets tinier and tinier as he leans forward, cupping the back of your head to kiss you again. This time, he’s much slower than the previous two, taking his sweet time to work you open. His tongue sweeps along your bottom lip and you subconsciously hold his nape to tug him closer. 

He pulls away before you could fully get into it, eyes lingering on the swell of your bottom lips before flicking up to your eyes, looking down breathlessly at him. 

“Think your pops’ is mad at me.” He nods past your body, out the window revealing your dad on the doorstep of your house, looking positively furious, arms crossed by his side, waiting, daring you to step foot inside his house.

You whip your head backwards, eyes widening marginally at his face. 

You’ve never seen him that mad before….

“On second thought…” you bite your lip, picking your dignity again over your mental well-being. You’re far too out of it to have another argument with him tonight. “Can you take me to yours?”

“Fuck, ‘course I can.” 

i'll upload part two later this week once i finish writing it 👻

extra author's note: just a lil fun fact of the day : the arguement between reader and her father was actually one i had with my own dad😒 except obviously more exaggarated to fit in with the storyline. funnnnn...

#—tr </3 #haitani ran smut #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani smut #ran haitani x reader #ran smut #ran x reader #ran x you #haitani ran x you #haitani ran x y/n #tr x reader #tr smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut

[gayou01]

Astrology observations I made pt 14

DISCLAIMER- Placements will not play out the same way for everyone and having challenging placements + aspects does not mean that you are a bad person or that you will have a bad life. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t

-people with Uranus in the 11th house will befriend anyone and everyone. From the billionaire to the homeless dude down the street, they respect everybody as a human being and I love them for that

-People with cancer, Pisces Taurus and Libra venuses specifically tend to have a penchant for sweet foods and baked goods

-people with the moon in the first house physically can’t hide their emotions. They may be able to bite their tongue but their facial expressions will tell you everything you need to know before they even think to stop themselves

-people with the moon in the 2nd house find comfort in material things and have the tendency to hoard items they don’t need just because it holds some sort of sentimental value, so their living space is likely to be cluttered

-people with pluto in the 11th house aren’t afraid to cut people off. They’ll burn a bridge while they’re on it just to show you they can swim

-people with Taurus moons may have seen their mother as someone who was more focused on fulfilling their (as in the children) material needs and wants than emotionally bonding with them. Imagine that one parent that’s like “you’re sad? Here I bought you a Gucci purse”

-People with a lot of Scorpio placements and mars-mercury aspects tend to curse a lot. Wash your mouths out with soap, abeg

-people with unfavorable juno-moon or Juno-Venus aspects tend to have really negative attitudes towards marriage. The more failed marriages they witness or hear about, the more those attitudes are internalized, and the harder they become to change

-unfavorable Venus-mars aspects in synastry is a sign of a relationship possibly turning very toxic if the parties involved do not have the emotional intelligence and maturity needed to work through their differences

-when people with Saturn in the 7th house get married before their Saturn return, their marriage dynamic never stays the same afterwards. It could bring the couple closer together or break them up

#saturn in the 7th house #Venus mars aspects #synastry #Juno #scorpio placements #mercury aspects #taurus moon #Uranus in the 11th house #cancer venus #Libra Venus #Taurus venus #pisces venus #moon in the 1st house #pluto in the 11th house #astrology #astro observations #astro placements #astro community

[ravenbloodshot]

Wonbin- Riize....Ideal Type

Body: Bad girl/Emo aesthetic, piercing (other than that I'm not getting anything specific)

Either he doesn't know what he wants yet or his interest in person is more emotion/personality based

This is a visualized example:

Personality: Definitely likes the artistic types, the kind of person that wears exotic/unique things and paints in their free time. I'm getting an 'actual' artist vibe. Like they write their own music, produce their own songs, paint, create their own choreography, desgin clothes etc.... He wants a person with their own style and swag, has a coolness to them that no one can replicate nor duplicate. I keep hearing the word "cool", so that's what he likes. He wants someone perceptive and observant, the type of person to pick up on his emotions/feelings without him having to say anything. Also, some one who is just laid back, watches everybody. He likes a person that can get to the bottom of matters easily, pushing for the truth from him/others and not one to give up. He wants someone thats in love with music. He desires a partner that can lovingly look after him and care for him without being told to or without hidden intentions. Someone sweet to him, gives af about him. He wants a relationship where there's a push and pull, love and hate, one minute they're making love the next they're cursing each other. Just a good ole sprinkle of toxicness (lmao). He probably wants to be chasing after his partner, he wants to feel like his partner wouldn't cheat on him but he would like to feel as if she could if she wanted to (likes competition). A person that doesn't exactly need him so it puts pressure on him to get his shit together, which he likes.

Sexual Wants: likes pubic hair, likes to argue/fight, hand job, oral (receiving), role-playing, wants partner to wear costumes/lingerie, pregnancy kink, likes forbiddenness (sleeping with a friend's sister or someone's wife), cheating kink

PRBLMS by 6lack is a song that fits this readings energy

#kpop readings #kpop #kpop tarot #riize #wonbin #wonbin riize #riize tarot #pisces sun #SoundCloud

[emojellyace08]

Hey! Hope you are doing well. Can you please write Workers and DG having a crush on a soft and kind female reader? She's not naive but just really kind and generous. Thank you very much 🥰

DG & Workers x Female! Reader (a soft, kind, and emotionally strong someone)

A/N: Sup fellow human! Sorry if I had read your question late (and thank you for the support! :) And I'm sorry if I can't elaborate every members of the Workers but I'll still try my best though! Genre: fluff (I guess xD) Warnings: slight cursing, toxic behaviors/relationships at Workers' part (Add in! DG/James Lee and Samuel Seo "His type on a woman PART 4") sfw

DG/James Lee (Kang Dag Yeom)

My headcannon: If you met DG! before he is an idol or in middle/high school, if you're the studious and slight competitive type you'll be having the worst day of your life with James xD. I think James Lee finds a woman interesting when she's mainly focused on her studies and goals in life yet is someone fun and chill to hang with. I also headcannon that James likes teasing the woman he likes especially when she get easily agitated lol.

If you met him in his new identity and if you're his manager, well I congratulate you! But hold on, that doesn't mean that even if you're with him off cam it mean that he likes you automatically. He's usually attentive and focused about his work and he doesn't have time with his love life if he even has one 😒. It still depends if he doesn't mind your presence though! If you're the type to be usually chatty and loud even if things needs to be serious I think he'll find you a bit annoying (I'm sorry but just simp for Goo if you're also a crackhead). But if he actually sees the good in you like just being extra nice to him, bringing him healthy snacks even when he's not initiating it, asking him about his day or when you gave him some advices even when he's not open about his personal life I think he might catch a slight interest on you ;).

But his main standard is someone who is trust worthy and is actually pure hearted. He doesn't really like it when a woman gets so easily fooled especially in real life situations. But if you're acquaintances or friends with him he's willing to help you out and he wouldn't hesitate to beat up everybody who wants to take advantage of you. But you got to be emotionally strong when James gives constructive criticisms to work on yourself. He's usually busy most of the times (I bet he's the type to be secretive to hide his somewhat foul intentions but if you are someone who he founds valuable and caring in his life he's doing this to protect you and your connections with him sheesh). If you're the reserved type and your main focus is about your work he might initiate to open up about his secrets especially if it's for business. He's also willing to hear about your opinions and plans about this though.

Now if you're the type to be sugar sweet, I'll bet he'll fall for you more. It's just fascinating to him how you do even the simplest things like helping out your classmates/comrades when they are in need of help with their work or when you help out stray animals on the street. He may not admit it but he does find it cute.

Workers (General)

This crew is an another example of a red flag like DG, Gun, and Goo lmao 🚩🚩🚩.

Just kidding lol (I'm still saying the truth). ANYWAYSSS, I bet the moment Yoojin decides to recruit a new member, every single one of them will be spying and keeping an eye on you lol. This may sound uncomfortable but I guess it's just them being curious about your behavior especially if you're the helpful type. They usually do illegal activities and I guess some of them lost some type of empathy or just plain closeted about their feelings. So it's really unusual for them to be approached by a "normal" person. They might think that you are here to bring their crew down. But after some adjustments and collaboration, you and the others will get along very well.

Yoojin and Baek Hangyul! might keep an eye on you though despite working with him even for a very long time. He knows that your kindness and loyalty are factors why he chose to keep you as his personal secretary if you asked me. But that doesn't mean that you're not mindful with your surroundings. He knows that what he's doing is wrong but he couldn't care less as long as his businesses are going well. If you keep bringing this topic up for him to stop, this may cause a ruckus and a toxic connection between the two of you. He knows that you're generous enough to help him out. But if we're going to be realistic here, he might use and abuse that strength and adornment of yours and even gaslighting you at times. Shutting your mouth off may be the only solution that you can think of to make him change his mind but trust me it's not going to work. So it's better if you stay away from him a bit :/...

Yuseong, Doo Lee, Sinu Han, Vivi and Ryuhei! are the complete opposite though! They might be intimidating at first glance but they're just your typical homies just chilling in their own little world. For Yuseong, he might get attracted to you especially if you dress well and if you're really good at babysitting. This adoration of his is simply innocent and just a simple crush since as we see he's not really emotionally mature (probably because of unmentioned trauma but who knows). The freckled boy is very fond with playing his toys and dolls so it will be a great time to play with him especially on his breaks! He also likes it when you cook him delicious meals and give him candies as presents! Doo Lee, Vivi and Ryuhei are really good at gambling and talking about funny shit like memes so if you're the crackheaded woman at times you're really going to enjoy their company (you got to remind them to focus on duty hours though you don't want the four of you to get whooped). Sinu is also the friendly type of guy so befriending him out of pure curiosity is no problem either and he's the type to say cheesy pick up lines and corny memes at times as a method to try to befriend him since he's secretly feeling lonely at times (you got to keep your eyes of about Mitsuki though :/)

Cheon Taejin, Samuel Seo, Magami Kenta, Sato Kazuma, Xiaoleoung, and Mitsuki! are the definition of intimidating inside out. They might give you a glare or a few couple stares in there just to check out if you're focusing on your work. If you're the type to initiate conversations it will be hella weird with them lol. They will be responding with a few "hms" or "okay" there and then especially if they're not interested. They wouldn't really scare you off if you're not too much of a bothersome.

What it's like working with the both of them?

If Yoojin and DG both have feelings for you, there might be a heated conversations at times with those goofy ass smiles (you got to tell them to chill out though since it can get physical if you both don't stop them DG is going to win even Yoojin tries lol).

They might flex there and then about their accomplishments and they will embarrass each other in a bad way when they are in front of you. DG will keep telling Yoojin how of a failure he was to let Daniel Park bring down the other affiliates while Yoojin will keep roasting DG of how he's a p*ssy for running away from his crimes. It's so funny if you're just there in those situations Istg💀.

They might flirt too if you asked me just to see your and each one's reactions since they feel likes it's a competition between the both of them and you're the trophy (not really promoting this behavior in real life :/). But they will stop though once you get uncomfortable about the atmosphere around them.

The three of you will be that chaotic love triangle when Yoojin and DG acts like siblings fighting each other for the same girl (I DON'T SHIP THESE TWO I JUST THINK IT'S A FUNNY IDEA. But you got to chose wisely though and Yoojin's crush might fade away especially when he realizes if you're not compatible with him).

A/N: That's it for Workers and DG x reader! Feel free to request more of Lookism men x reader (I mostly do female and gender neutral but male is okay).

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism fic #james lee x reader #dg x reader #lookism yoojin #eugene x reader lookism #ryuhei x reader #sinu han x reader #xiaoleung lookism

[chaithetics]

Porcelain and the Shark - The 80th

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of complexion)

Word count: 5K

Prompt: Logan’s birthday Oc!Roy and their two toddler kids, pregnant with the last one goes to the surprise party. Logan at this point while loves his daughter isn’t too thrilled with the fact that Stewy isn’t in the business or like open to help logan as “family,” so he’s kind of soured on Stewy. And while he loves his grandkids, he’s kind of not happy they’re Hosseini’s and y/n is one too, he’s pretty salty that even though it’s hyphenated she’s pretty okay with just being called Mrs. Hosseini at pre-school pickup. So the dinner is on and y/n is talking with her siblings and tending to the kids and Stewy shows up pretty late due to business, which also pisses Logan off because while he admires it, he also sees it as a slight to himself. Y/n stops it, gently but also pretty much uses her pregnancy and meek daughter rep to kind of disarm her dad’s explosion and barbs. (slight variation on some stuff)

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, implied spice but not really, soft Stewy, dad + husband Stewy, anxious reader, anxiety, mentions/references to drug use (not depicted though), mentions/allusions to childhood abuse, canonical Roy Roy family being Roys...

Authors note: This was one prompt of a few in a single ask so I haven't directly responded to it as it will be a little series of drabbles and to keep the other prompts in there so I don't forget. This is an anxious f (afab) Roy reader. Sorry for the slight delay in this, I ended up changing my mind about which fic I wanted to finish and post, it just made more sense dramaturgically... I hope you you all enjoy this and let me know what you think! Especially the lovely Nonnie that sent this in, I appreciate you!

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It’s the day of your father’s 80th birthday and you’re anxious to say the least. You’d always lived with anxiety that you’d struggled to hide but this anxiety was often worsened when your family was involved. Your family were dramatic, toxic, chaotic and abusive. You were wondering why you were even going, especially without Stewy but you reminded yourself that you had boundaries. It would be okay. Connor would be there and Stewy would come, he would just be running late. 

You wouldn’t even say anything about how it was a surprise birthday party, you’d leave that to Roman, he would definitely bring it up. Everybody knew that Logan absolutely hated surprises but Marcia had chosen to ignore it. You knew it wouldn’t go well, there was always some drama and you were even more anxious because Stewy wouldn’t be there for the bulk of it. You’d just finished feeding your daughter Matilda and now your focus was turned to getting your three-year-old son, Jonathan,  ready. 

Jonathan’s giggle can now be heard from the bedroom, clearly coming from the ensuite. You walk into the large ensuite to see Jonathan sitting on the vanity swinging his legs as Stewy styles his hair. You immediately stop to watch the sweet scene, it calms the anxiety that had been growing as a dreadful ball in the pit of your stomach.  

Jonathan is looking up at his father in awe with a large smile covering his whole face. Stewy’s face is pure concentration as his focus is solely on his son’s curls he’s easily putting into a style similar to his. You lean against the doorway and watch them, not saying a word as you don’t want to disturb this moment. 

“Does it look just like yours?” Jonathan asks excitedly. 

Stewy chuckles and while he still has concentration etched into every handsome feature he has a giant smile that’s directed at Jonathan. “Almost.” 

You were absolutely in love with Stewy and were just in as much awe of him as you were when you first fell. His playful, teasing nature really shined when he was with his children. They were in mutual adoration of each other. But Stewy wasn’t a manchild, he could be serious. He was intelligent and always quick-witted, he was also soft and patient, the latter being a necessary skill for having spent so long around Roys. 

“Mommy!” Jonathan calls out as he finally notices you. You walk over to where he sits. Stewy looks over his shoulder at you with a large smile and then his focus returns back to Jonathan. 

“Hi, darling.” You smile at Jonathan, placing a hand gently on his back to ensure he’s securely sitting on the vanity as you give him a little tickle on the side. He giggles which makes Stewy’s smile grow. You lean over to softly kiss Stewy on the cheek, you feel his smile widen as his handsome beard tickles your lips and you let out a small laugh at that. 

��You’re distracting me, baby.” He teases. 

“I’m sorry, can’t let that happen now can we?” 

“Sweetie-” Stewy winks at Jonathan and points at the young boy's dark curls as he continues. “This is my life’s work, my genes- these genes,  Jonathan’s my masterpiece.” You giggle at that and Jonathan looks up at you both laughing. 

“I want my hair like Dad’s!” Jonathan says as he points up, you nod. You love Stewy’s hair and it made your heart melt that Jonathan had inherited Stewy’s curls. Jonathan’s hair was normally tidy but wasn’t styled back how Stewy’s usually was, your precious son normally had looser, freer curls and you made a mental note to request Stewy doing the same more often. 

“So not a silly mohawk?” You ask Jonathan moving your hands to gesture what you mean. Stewy chuckles at that and Jonathan looks up at you. 

“No!” He says while giggling. 

“That’s what I thought, I was just checking sweetie.” You say with a smile looking down at him. He smiles while Stewy finishes his hair. Stewy then picks him up, turning him around so Jonathan can look into the mirror. 

“Happy with that buddy? You look pretty suave.” Stewy says with a smile. Jonathan excitedly nods and says thank you a few times. You can’t help but laugh at the young boy’s joy and how loving Stewy is with him, the complete opposite of what you had with your father. 

Stewy then puts Jonathan down and Jonathan hugs you and walks off. Stewy smiles at you and you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and lean your head against his chest. 

“Our genes really made a masterpiece.” Stewy says as he presses his lips against yours softly, you lean into the kiss more and it naturally deepens it. You bite his lip a little and moan into his mouth, his hands then come to wrap firmly around the back of your waist, pressing you into him more. 

“Thank you for doing that.” You say as you put a hand through Stewy’s soft hair. “He looks pretty happy and-”

“Of course. But don’t thank me for being a parent, remember?” Stewy says as he presses another kiss to your forehead. 

“I know. You should have your hair- curls out more often, you know?” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yes, it’s a formal request.” You say pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. 

“Noted, I’ll raise that at the next hair board meeting.” 

“I’d appreciate it.” You say with a smile, then your eyes scan to Stewy’s watch. “I guess it’s probably time for you to head off now sweetie.” You tilt your head to give his cheek another kiss. 

“I’ll get there as soon as I can okay? It’ll be fine- Connor will be there and I love you, so there’s that as well.” Stewy says kissing your lips another time. 

“I love you too.” You say giving him one last kiss before he heads off to work and you leave with the kids to survive another Roy family function. 

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Roman hums the Jaws theme song as he walks into the bathroom. 

“Uh yes, I thought I smelt shit.” Roman’s voice cuts through as he sees you holding Matilda in one arm with a freshly changed diaper. 

“Maybe it’s because you just walked into a bathroom?” 

“Yeah, one with a baby that just took a shit.” Roman smirks. 

“Rome.” You say tiredly. 

He rolls his eyes with a small smirk and walks over, giving you a quick one-armed hug as he leans down to peck a kiss on Matilda’s forehead, he sniffs her head for a moment. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he loved doing that, it was calming and he’d take any chance he could to do so. 

There were many things Roman wouldn’t admit, one of them being that you were secretly, probably his favourite. He wouldn’t hide it but he also wouldn’t loudly admit it in front of his father, that he genuinely loved being an uncle. Or that he found holding and sniffing his niece’s head calming. Shiv had looked down on you for embracing motherhood and it had perplexed Roman at first, he wouldn’t admit this but now he found a weird comfort in seeing you be so gentle and loving to Jonathan and Matilda. None of you had received that and while he was the Roy family court jester, he knew that he was glad that his beloved nephew and niece got that at least. 

“So, where’s Jaws at? I don’t see any stranded penthouse swimmers?” Roman quips, pleased with himself at the joke. 

“Stewy is working, he’ll come later.” You emphasise your husband’s name for the millionth time. 

Earlier in the relationship your father had called Stewy a shark, as if it was a compliment but it had just made you severely uncomfortable. Now your siblings regularly joked about it and Roman very rarely used Stewy’s name, preferring the shark moniker. You loved your brother but you were sure nothing gave him a kick like the discomfort he got out of making his siblings victims to his antics. 

“Does he not remember that there are several bathrooms here with impeccable surfaces for snorting his preferred angel dust?” Roman asks as he swipes his fingers alongside the basin, holding his finger up without a spec of dust on it as if to prove his point. 

“Rome.” You say trying to ignore the growing anxiety. 

“Right, must be some pretty good coke to fuck his memory up that much.” He proudly teases. 

“God, stop please, Rome.” You scold him as gently as possible while starting to leave the bathroom with Matilda.   

“Fine, fine, fine!” He sighs and then quickly perks up again as he asks with a smirk.“You heard about Ken?”

“Yes, of course, I did.” You knew, everyone did. You walk past Roman as you leave the bathroom to then walk back to where you’d left Jonathan with Connor. 

“And…?” 

“I’ll leave the snark to you and Shiv.” You say while cooing at Tillie, giving her your full attention. 

Roman scoffs but continues to follow you and then he sees Grace and heads over to talk to her. You let him be, glad for a bit of respite from his antics as you see Connor. Who is without a doubt, the safest space of a person in your father’s penthouse. 

“Hey, sweetie.” Connor says smiling at you. “Let me take her?” He offers softly. You nod and place your young daughter gently into his arms, he looks down smiling at her. 

“Oh she’s gorgeous, you’re so small and cute Tillie. She reminds me of you when you use to sleep as a baby. Just wow.” He looks at you and smiles. “How are you doing?” 

“I’m okay.” You scratch your eyebrow. You were so nervous about being here without Stewy “It’s just been weird, having to change my medication during pregnancy and we’ve changed it again now. It’ll take a little longer to kick in is all.” 

“Hey, it’s okay, that’s okay. You can spend more time at the ranch, yeah? With or without the kids.” He gives you a large loving smile, it’s genuine. One of the only genuine parts of today. “It’s always nice having you around, you know that right?” You smile and nod at him. You felt out of place often in your family but Connor never did that to you. 

Connor could be described in many ways, he was eccentric, to say the least, but he was also kind and loving. He’d spent most of his life being more of a father to you than Logan had and Connor was without a doubt, a better one. Your elder brother sits down with Tillie still in his arms and you pick up Jonathan. Kissing his head of soft curls that impressively resemble his father’s. You sit across from Connor with Jonathan on your lap as you both listen to him excitedly repeat what Marcia had told him about lunch and surprising his grandfather. 

“Uncle Roro!” Jonathan says excitedly as he sees Roman come over. 

“Hey Jonathan, caused any trouble yet? If Uncle Ken comes, I don’t think anyone would’ve given him a wet willy today so you need to get onto that.” Roman casually suggests to the young boy with his signature grin.

“You’re such a bad role model.” You say as you roll your eyes at your older brother, pressing another kiss to the top of Jonathan’s head as he giggles and Roman smirks as he shrugs at you. 

“At least I’m not the one that’s you know-” He mimes the act of snorting something, you all know what the insinuation is. Jonathan has no idea what’s going on and just looks at his uncle with a large innocent, smile. 

“Roman!” You practically shout as you gently place your hands over Jonathan’s eyes. Roman just starts giggling like a child which just makes the confused but happy young boy giggle as well. Connor rolls his eyes and gives Roman that gentle parent but not impressed older brother look.  

Jonathan immediately goes over to Roman who quickly picks him up. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone that Roman was good with kids as he often acted like one but it still was, he and Connor were the best in your family with Jonathan. Roman had a big soft spot for his youngest nephew and Connor was a natural with all kids. But Connor’s no surprise, he was the father that Logan never was. The one you all cried to, who’d been the only one to do the fishing and camping trips that the Roy kids ever went on. 

Roman holds Jonathan for a little bit and then Jonathan comes back to you when Shiv and Tom arrive, Roman leaves to talk to them while you stay seated, bouncing your son on your knee as he keeps talking but then he gets up when he sees Marcia coming over, wanting to talk more about his grandpa’s surprise with her. You didn’t mind Marcia, you knew that wasn’t the case for all your siblings though but she was always polite with you and kind to your children. 

Connor gets up as he becomes thirsty, so you sit down on the floor with Tillie and watch her as she crawls a little around the space. You were almost always ignored by your siblings at these family events, Connor would consistently talk to you but that was because you were both outsiders and it was not in his nature to be cruel, it wasn’t in his nature but to be anything but kind to you. 

Other than that, there would normally be some teasing from Roman, which you’d already endured so it was safe to say you’d probably hit the quota for Roy sibling interactions for the day. If Kendall came there would possibly be a brief chat, probably a question asking where Stewy was, you wouldn’t expect much conversation from him with everything going on. Lastly, Shiv had not acknowledged you. But that was nothing new. It was typical, during lunch she’d maybe say something pointed that sub in for a form of acknowledgement but that would be it. 

Tillie looks up at you and starts laughing as you play a little game of peek-a-boo. You can’t help but feel soothed when seeing her chubby cheeks crease with her large smile and the big brown eyes that match Stewy’s shine at you. You then hear Marcia telling everyone to get into their places for your father’s surprise. You pick Tillie up and stand behind Connor holding her, giving her a few kisses as you sway with her. 

Tillie laughs when Logan comes through with the cousin that you haven’t seen or heard of in years. Your father acknowledges Connor first and your heart breaks when you see Connor’s face fall when Logan completely ignores his gift and moves his attention to Shiv. 

“Oh, hello darling.” Logan says somewhat softer than his usual, naturally irritated tone as his sight turns to you, looking down briefly at Matilda who you’re still holding. He gives you both a quick hug. 

“Happy birthday Dad.” 

“Where’s Stewy?” He questions as he looks at you pulling back from the hug, his voice more serious. 

“He’s working-” You begin to say before your father cuts you off again. 

“Is he coming?” 

“Yes. He’s just running a bit late with work. Sorry, Dad.” 

“No, it’s ah-fine. It’s fine Porce.” He says before Kendall then comes into the penthouse grabbing everyone’s attention. 

They start talking business again so you go back to where you were before and Tillie crawls around while Jonathan eagerly follows his younger sister, sweetly talking to her. After a few minutes, your father calls out that he wants to chat with all of his children, and you feel your heartbeat quicken at that. You look over at your siblings who start heading over to the room, Connor looks at you expectantly waiting for you to join them. 

“I need to go and feed Matilda so that I can sit with Jonathan when lunch is ready. Sorry. Just update me later or send a text.” You answer, your opinion wouldn’t matter, it would go how it always does, whatever Kendall, Roman and Shiv wanted. Connor and Kendall nod and head in, Shiv rolls her eyes at your excuse. You decide to head off before Roman has the chance to make an inappropriate comment. 

Marcia had been kind enough to have quickly put some equipment into the penthouse to make these functions a bit easier. One of the spare rooms now had a cot in it for Tillie and a good chair for you to feed her in. You make your way to this room carrying Tillie and Jonathan following behind. You feed Tillie while Jonathan sits at the desk and draws. Eventually, the youngest of your children falls asleep after being fed and you put her into the cot. 

You head to the dining room with Jonathan, holding his small hand. Connor comes over to check in which you appreciate and you end up sitting next to him at the table with Jonathan on your lap. The conversation goes how it always does. You notice that something seems wrong with Kendall though. You look at Connor and he whispers in your ear what had been revealed during the private conversation of your father with your siblings that you had missed. You sigh at the revelation and feel the ball of dread coming back to haunt you at that. It was only going to get more tense. 

About halfway through lunch Stewy finally comes. 

He immediately makes eye contact with you and smiles, which you gladly return. He leans down to greet Marcia and kiss her on the cheek, Marcia and Stewy had always genuinely gotten along. Maybe it was another reason why Shiv didn’t like Marcia, she was polite with Tom but genuinely got along well with Rava and Stewy. He then stands by your chair, with a hand on your shoulder, he rubs a few circles comfortingly there as he presses a kiss to the top of your head and then one to Jonathan’s as well. 

“Well, look who decided to show up. Where the fuck have you been?” Logan directs at Stewy. Stewy flashes Logan a large smile and dryly chuckles as he nods. You sigh out as 

“Happy birthday Sir Roy. Sorry about that, you know how it-” 

“Right.” Logan says immediately cutting Stewy off as he narrows his eyes a little at your husband. 

You feel yourself freeze up a little at your father’s acknowledgement of Stewy. There’s always a looming intensity when in your father’s presence and even if you were in one of his houses, around your siblings when Logan wasn’t around it was still a shadow hiding the sunlight of freedom and comfort. 

But the intensity of your world of a father feels more engulfing right now. You look up at Stewy who has a smirk on his face as he looks at Logan. Your father doesn’t look impressed but he doesn’t say anything more. 

Your father had a strong disdain for pretty much all of his children’s partners, Grace was like a mild version of Rome in terms of humour and personality, and your father had always made it abundantly clear that he thought something was wrong with Roman. Rava and Logan embodied what the other thought was disturbing, Logan had a way of believing that Kendall and Rava’s marital situation and every issue was her fault and that applied to everything relating to Sophie and Iverson and you knew for a fact she was a good, present, patient and loving mother and had embodied that as a partner with Kendall as well.  

Shiv was the golden child, the favourite. It made sense with that in mind that your father had never approved of any partner she’d had, he openly viewed Tom as beneath Shiv. Logan seemed to go between amused and irritated at Tom’s incessant desire to be liked and to gain Logan’s approval. 

Your father also had a complicated history regarding his opinion of Stewy. Stewy’s place in the world made your father view him as still not an equal but not anywhere near as beneath you all as he did with Tom. Logan had initially somewhat approved of the union, he felt that with Stewy’s personality, career and work ethic, it would balance out and protect your timid nature. Your father had always viewed you as extremely fragile, hence the nickname Porcelain and Porce. 

But as time went on he had somewhat soured on your beloved husband, this was due to a few different factors that your father was open about. Stewy was a great networker, and would rarely turn down a chance to talk about work or find out work tea from others but he had viewed Waystar as a family matter that didn’t concern him, he didn’t jump at the chance to try and win your father over or do business favours for him which Logan disliked. 

Logan had problematic opinions of Iverson and Sophie because of their parentage, he had a weird relationship with your children. He was kinder to them than what you remember him ever being with you and your siblings but you’d read that that wasn’t rare in abusive families. They were favoured as your nieces and nephews as your children had been biological but Logan did have issues with them being Hosseinis and you practically being one as well. As a healthier life and family unit had been created with Stewy and you were around your father less your father blamed that on Stewy. He’d gone from thinking Stewy was a good, protective force to that he was a shark that had manipulated his sweet, mild-mannered daughter. 

You softly squeeze Stewy’s hand as his gaze looks down at you, he squeezes your hand back softly and sits down next to you. Roman hums the Jaws theme as Stewy does but you all completely ignore him as Roman then whispers something to Shiv.  Jonathan moves from your lap and climbs over to Stewy’s with a few giggles. You laugh a little and tuck a looser curl that was moved during the commotion to behind Jonathan’s ear, Connor notices and smiles. 

Stewy wraps one arm around Jonathan and bounces him on his knee and his free hand holds your hand that’s on the table. 

“Where’s Tillie?” Stewy asks. 

“Sleeping upstairs!” Jonathan quickly says and Stewy nods, as he looks around the room. His gaze lands on Kendall and he notices something is off, he then looks at you to see if you’ve noticed. 

You give Stewy a small nod and then lean over, placing a hand on his shoulder as you quietly whisper into his ear what Connor had revealed to you earlier in the meal. Stewy’s doe eyes widen slightly but noticeably and his dark eyebrows quickly raise and then he glances over at Kendall and your father for a second. Jonathan then begins to talk to Stewy who attentively listens as Jonathan tells him about his day so far and how the surprise went. 

You hear somebody say something about the game and you want to leave now. It was never fun, everyone was cruelly competitive and even layered up, and the weather wasn’t super pleasant. It wouldn’t be good for 2 young children. You quickly excuse yourself with the excuse that you’re going to check on Matilda. Stewy watches you carefully and Marcia gives you a tight-lipped smile as you walk off. 

Stewy looks at Connor who nods and then Stewy leaves to follow you. But is then questioned by Kendall who goes over to him and both men leave the dining room. 

“She knows about the papers right? Did she tell you about the papers?” Kendall immediately asks as soon as they’re out of earshot.

“Are you okay man?” Stewy stops walking as he asks Kendall. 

“Something’s off-he’s unwell, acting strange.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“You know Roy etiquette, don’t ask questions like that on what should’ve been Coronation Day. So?” 

“Connor told her, she mentioned it a few minutes ago.” 

“She won’t sign, will she? I know she likes Marcy but she won’t sign, right? You can talk her out of it?” Kendall asks looking at him. 

“We haven’t talked about it yet. Any advice I give will be Kendall-less by the way.” Stewy quickly responds and Kendall rolls his eyes at that. 

“So what, my sister’s tamed you into the good little husband that only barks when asked to or something?” Kendall asks. 

“Oh yes, The Taming of the Stew. The best modern Shakespeare adaptation to date. Your sister should get a Tony for that one or something.” Stewy smugly quips back, as he bites for a second at the top of his thumbnail before walking off to the spare room where Marcia keeps the cot. Kendall scoffs and walks back. 

“Hey, you okay?” Stewy asks after closing the door behind him and walking over so that he can wrap his arms around you as you both stand by the cot watching your perfect little daughter sleep, completely undisturbed and untouched by the drama downstairs. 

“If you think of a convincing reason for us to not go to the game and we leave. I’ll marry you.” You say softly and place your arms over his, making him hold you a bit tighter. 

“If memory serves correctly, we’re already married. Happily, I believe.” He chuckles a little and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “So we’re already overachieving frankly.”

“Well, I’ll marry you again. Let you put another bun in the oven-” You start as you sway a little in his arms looking at Tillie. 

“Don’t make dangerous promises like that here.” Stewy says, pressing a few kisses to the side of your neck and you let out a small laugh at how his beard tickles. “They were starting to get ready to leave, I’m sure it won’t be too much of a big deal. Especially if your dad thinks you’ll sign Marcy on.” 

“Does he think that? Did he say something else?” You anxiously ask turning to face Stewy now. 

“Probably. You and Marcia get on better than the others. Kendall asked me to talk you out of it.” You do feel sorry for Kendall over what happened today but you roll your eyes at that and rub your brow. 

“Yeah, I think we should go.” Stewy nods at that and you carefully lift Tillie out of the cot and start to get her ready before the three of you head downstairs. 

“Porce, are you not coming?” Logan asks as he sees the three of you. 

“No, sorry Dad. Tillie had a bug not too long ago and with the wind and that I don’t want to risk it again even with her being bundled up. I think I’m getting a headache anyway Dad. I’m sorry.” 

Logan looks at you, his unimpressed gaze softens a little but not by much. You’d had chronic headaches throughout your life, especially your adolescence and you don’t use it as an excuse often so he takes it a bit seriously. 

“Well-” He starts. 

“It was really nice to see you, Dad, the kids had fun. I’ll bring them back later when maybe things are a bit more quiet later in the week?” You ask, somewhat anxiously.

He’s giving you that look like you are fragile. He has a particular softness for you and Shiv because of his misogyny and the feminity you share, even if Shiv tries to adopt masculinity and fit into a never-ending game of trying to win the patriarchy. But you know he views you as weaker. 

“Of course. You heard about the papers?” 

“Yes, Dad. We’ll look at them when we have a bit more time and my head’s better. Okay?” He nods and then his gaze moves to Stewy. Logan begins to believe that the headache is something for Stewy’s sake and not because you genuinely don’t want to spend another minute here. 

“Show up late and fuck off early, the family man?” Logan asks Stewy, who just sighs. It’s not the first time Stewy has been on the receiving end of Logan’s disdain and he knows it won’t be the last. “Your commitment to your work is admirable, it’s great- sure! Except when it’s fucking over my daughter and family.” 

His voice isn’t super loud but the tone is strong and commanding. Connor looks over as he holds Jonathan, walking back a bit so Jonathan won’t hear anything. Shiv’s eyes widen and she watches the scene play out like an eagle waiting to swoop on its prey. 

“Logan you know that’s not the-” Stewy says in his best diplomatic son-in-law voice. 

“Oh, fu-” 

“Dad, please?” You timidly cut in, your widened, doe-eyed gaze flicking between him and Stewy. You look sad and Logan can see it. 

Shiv rolls her eyes at this, of course, you cut in with the timid, youngest daughter bullshit she thinks.  Logan grunts and nods, ignoring Stewy as he tells you to rest up. You get Jonathan from Connor and say some succinct and painfully tense goodbyes to the rest of your family as you and Stewy leave. 

As you’re in the car with Stewy and your children, you rest your head against his shoulder and sigh. The tight ball of dreadful anxiety dissipates with each mere mile away from that penthouse you get. Stewy rubs your arm softly and places a few gentle kisses on the top of your head.  

“So, is afternoon naptime, practice babymaking number 3 time as well? 2 for 1 type of deal?” Stewy whispers with a small smile as he gives you another gentle kiss. You let out a little laugh at that and roll your eyes playfully. 

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[pianocat939]

Hey, you don’t gotta answer this but if you every have the time, I really really like your mean girls au!! So far I’ve seen like tough y/n and stuff, but what about a super sensitive MC? :0 If possible, maybeeee all the boys? But if I had to narrow it down then Leo and Donnie? And if I had to narrow it down even more, just Donnie :p if you get the time to look this over, you don’t like have to answer this, obviously. I won’t be offended or anything so don’t feel pressured to answer this ask!!

(I actually haven't done Mikey, primarily because I'm still thinking of an exact idea for him. Right now, I'm situating with fine arts kid who's also like "the perfect" student. Like personality wise.)

Tw: guilt-tripping, manipulation, controlling relationship, a few mentions of murder and violence

Mean Girl Donnie:

If you thought you could survive as a sensitive person with this bitch, then you're wrong.

He'll notice when you're sad or hurt by his sharp statements (insults really). Unfortunately, he'll use it to his advantage.

After a while of just straight insults, he'll slowly start to be a bit better. He'll express less harshness and a bit more sugar. Just to surprise you, and start craving for that small amount of sweets he gives.

Once he knows you're slowly starting to get addicted, he'll start to give a few compliments. Maybe a head pat once in a while. All in favour of his master plan.

He'll then start to insult your friends and family, saying that if they truly cared, they wouldn't leave you with him. (In a way he's insulting both himself and others but in a way that leaves you feeling a bit bad for him). But of course, you're too attached to him.

You can't leave him. You can't escape the slight bits of affection he gives you. Not to mention the ultimate perks of having him so close. (He could murder someone and get away with it if he really wanted to).

He loves that you're so attached to him, unable to leave him despite his toxic mean-sweet behaviour. He enjoys it, knowing he has complete power. Soon enough he'll be feeding you both his terrors and sweets.

"You look so disgusting in those clothes. Here, put this over, it'll make you less repulsive. You'll look much more appealing."

Bimbo Leo:

See, unlike Donnie's mathematical equation: +1-1, it's more like +0.5-0.5. (MC is the right variable) In other words, the severity of what happens is a lot better and more tolerable.

The fact that you're a sensitive person makes him so excited. Maybe, unlike everybody else, you won't be annoyed with his antics. He starts flooding you with affection. Clinging to you for every second of his time.

Until you're just so overwhelmed you actually have to tell him to pause for a bit.

Will he pause? Of course not.

He'll keep giving more and more. To the point, you have to decide whether or not you tell him it's too much, or continue to deal with it.

If you stay, he won't raise the level of his clinging. Maybe even lower it. (He assumes you're willing to stay, so he's less paranoid). But if you pick the other option, he's going to start guilt-tripping like crazy.

Whimpering and whining why he can't just feed you his love. All he wants is to be the most wonderful person of your life!

It's really only up to MC whether or not he'll snap out of his bimbo act.

"MC, I literally just love you so much! I don't mean any harm, maybe you're just not used to it. I'm not like...him."

It's Donnie.

Jock Raph:

Honestly, not a lot changes from his initial post I made. He just tends to be more willing to kill/commit violence.

Maybe a bit more likely to baby them because of their fragile emotional awareness.

"MC, those people really aren't nice to you. You should just stay away from them from now on."

.

I admit, I don't have much ideas for him. I'm not sure why, but I just don't.

(I'm gonna be honest, I rarely have ideas for Raph considering he's my least favourite out of them all. And also perhaps I don't understand his personality or relate with him AT ALL. Which makes it all the more difficult for me)

- Celina

#rottmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt x reader #yandere rottmnt #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt #tmnt #blurbs

[writing-house-of-m]

Addiction

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Talks of drinking and drugs. Sexual themes but nothing completely explicit. Toxic relationship. Manipulation. Cheating.

Word count: 3159

Summary: You can't stop yourself from falling under Wanda's spell

A/N: I thought of this when I heard the line "There's something about the way you look tonight" from the song Billie Bossa Nova by Billie Eilish. I actually didn't realise how similar this was to the song until I listened to it again then tweaked it to fit the song a bit more. Also, this is very different to what I usually write so I'd appreciate any comments letting me know what you think. As always, enjoy!

CHECK THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT MEDIA YOU CONSUME

These parties were becoming more and more of a nuisance with how often you were being forced to attend them.

There was no point in you being here.

Happy people having fun, you would roll your eyes more if you could.

A final space is waiting at the bar as if it is reserved for you. Taking the seat you order a drink then look around. Seeing the different groups of people chatting away does nothing to help you. You really do not want to be here.

You turn your back on the excited murmur, trying to drown it all out whilst waiting for your drink. You wish you could have ordered something stronger, anything to cover up the bitterness in your mouth. The gum in your mouth now feels like you are chewing on plastic. It is just something to distract you anyway.

When the bartender places your drink in front of you, you immediately take a sip. The ice in your glass clinks against the edges when you turn in your seat to look at the crowd of people that fill the room once more.

Pretentious is one word to describe them. People who want nothing more than to look important. Elite. When really everybody is just as scared as the next person to lose their deluxe lifestyle.

Not long later your head turns to the entrance when two people arrive. Your gaze moves along with them as they walk into the venue, arm in arm, greeting different people as they pass. The 'perfect' couple.

It makes you sick but when you try to pull your eyes away you can't. There is something about the way she looks tonight. She always did look good in red.

It isn't as strong as it can be but she will always have you under her spell. Your attention is drawn away when a hand brushes her cheek. A hand that isn't yours. No. It is from the one she chose in place of you.

The action is enough to get you to look away as if someone has thrown poison in your eyes.

You take another sip of your drink and just as you expected it does nothing to calm you. It is like there is no taste. All that is left in your mouth is a sourness since she left you.

The woman who haunts your dreams isn't yours anymore. These stupid parties are an additional reminder of that. It is bad enough you have to see them every day around the compound together.

You can't even look him in the eye. Your mind is filled with thoughts you shouldn't have about her anymore.

It's not your fault you know what she looks like under that dress. The intoxicating sounds she makes when you press all the right buttons. How sweet she tastes. Everything is dull in comparison.

You miss being able to steal that nectar from her lips at random times of the day. It has changed your pallet forever. Nothing will ever compare, no matter how hard you try to replace it.

The weight on your chest, that was supposed to get lighter with time, just gets heavier. Guilt always lingering in the back of your mind.

A sarcastic voice pulls you out before you can spiral any further, "And here I thought you would be pouting." Natasha. Always there to make you realise how childish you are behaving.

Natasha was the biggest advocate for you and Wanda. She still hopes one day you will reconcile, even with that walking toaster in the way.

You clench your jaw, a probable gloomy look resting on your face as you let out a sigh and look down at the glass leaving your hands damp with condensation.

"Please don't, Nat," you try to push her away. Knowing your friend though, this was long from over.

"What? I just came over to see if you wanted to dance," she says casually but you know there is a reason for it.

Your eyes fall to the dance floor. Wanda's arms are wrapped around the wrong person. She looks happy, a slight blush on her cheeks that makes her look youthful. You can't help but feel jealous. She used to look at you like that.

The weight on your chest grows heavier. You knew you wouldn't make it through tonight. It's why you didn't want to come but 'appearances need to be upheld'. Who are you to not meet Tony's demands? He has given you a place to live after all.

"No." It comes out a little more aggressively than you want it to but you know Nat won't take it personally.

"Ouch," she feigns hurt, "Is this how you treat a lady that wants you?"

A scoff leaves your lips and you smile a little at the joke, deciding to reciprocate, "I'll let you know when a lady approaches me," you smirk.

Natasha chuckles, glad for the win to get you out of your head, even if it is just for a second.

"You know how Steve feels about gum at these functions," she says, extending her arm, a napkin resting in the palm of her hand for you to spit out the flavorless substance into.

As Natasha scrunches the paper into a ball leaving it on the bar top you explain, "It distracts me from wanting to put a 'death stick' in my mouth."

"Well, I could always distract you if that's what you wanted," she flirts with an eyebrow raised.

You shake your head at her antics. A small smile is on your face as you look down into your drink. There are darker shade spots on your pants from where droplets of water have rolled off your glass.

Natasha takes the tumbler from your hand and places it next to the discarded napkin. She then pulls you from your seat, "Come on. Dance with me."

You let her guide you, keeping your eyes to the ground so you don't see the green ones you used to wake up to.

When you make it to the crowded floor Natasha places your hand on her waist, the other one following shortly after as she wraps hers behind you, drawing you in and resting her head against your chest.

It's a slow song so Natasha stays close to you, unbeknownst to you she is keeping an eye out for Wanda.

Getting bored of looking at the ground you close your eyes and take in the warmth that Natasha provides with her closeness. The comforting press of her chest against you, her shampoo invading your nostrils, soothing as you sway lightly to the soft music. You were never good at dancing but this, you could do.

It must be a few songs later because the people who surround you are different to those who were there when you first arrived.

There is a misstep on your part and you bump into someone, an automatic 'sorry' falls from your lips before you see who it is.

"It's okay," Wanda smiles at you and you almost forget how to breathe. You shouldn't be here. You have been doing so well breaking old habits.

Natasha links her arm in yours standing next to you as you avert your eyes, clearing your throat. You can't look at either of them, especially the android. The bitter taste you are so familiar with makes itself known at the back of your throat.

Vision and Wanda exchange a few words of greeting with you and Nat before Vision looks in the distance. He then excuses himself saying Tony was calling him over.

The habit of you trying to stop clenching your teeth is really being tested right now, you can't help yourself so you give in to the action. Especially when Natasha decides to play wingwoman, excusing herself next and telling you to dance with Wanda now that you were both alone.

This is not what you needed. All your hard work is about to come crumbling down and you know it.

Natasha often talks about how good you are for one another and how she wants to see the two of you flourish once more.

If only she knew.

All you want to do is run away. Get as far away from Wanda as possible but old habits die hard. The smell of her perfume and inviting smile doing nothing to help your resolve.

Wanda takes her position, arms around your neck. Your hands rest on her waist keeping her at, a literal, arms length away. You fall into step with the music, this is all a familiar well rehearsed dance between you two.

She tries to hold your eye contact but you look behind her, "I saw you by the bar, but you don't smell like your usual order," Wanda analyses. "You stopped smoking too?" She adds inquisitively. Your reply comes as a slow nod, still looking at a random spot in the distance behind the band not wanting to get hooked by her gaze.

"You're doing better than you ever did when we were together, malysh," your jaw clenches hard. Whether it is because of accusation or the pet name, you are not sure.

Wanda can feel how tense you are. Your shoulders are practically up to your ears so she strokes the back of your hair, fingernails lightly scratching the sensitive area.

"Just relax," she whispers, making you exhale slowly. Her actions and warm breath fanning over your face makes you do just that, your eyelids falling slowly, shoulders dropping evidently, "That's it baby, it's just you and me."

She pulls you closer so she can whisper directly in your ear. Her words calm you down unlike any drink or narcotic you've consumed before.

Her voice is soothing, so much so that you are under her spell once more. She has never needed to use her powers to have you under her control. You were always weak whenever it came to Wanda. "Let's get out of here," your head bobs up and down, slowly agreeing to her command. You allow yourself to get pulled along by her, out on to a private balcony.

It is like you are on autopilot, turning into the character she likes you to be. You just want to make her happy after all.

Wanda rounds a corner where you both know nobody inside will be able to see the two of you. Facing you she walks backwards, holding onto your jacket. She leans against the wall pulling you closer. One of your hands holds your weight beside her head as the other goes to squeeze her waist.

Wanda pulls you by your collar to close the distance. Your lips were always much better at dancing, especially against hers.

It wasn't always like this. You were heartbroken when she left you, you still are heartbroken, and you know it's wrong because she is with Vision now. But you still crave her. She is an addiction you cannot break. So you will take whatever she gives you - the best and worst kind of torture.

Heat travels up your neck, filling your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Your senses are overtaken by Wanda. Her sweet taste invades your mouth, her nails scratching your scalp as she holds onto you tighter when the kiss gets rougher.

You press your body against her tightly, your hands finding the bottom of her dress pulling it up. Her heavy breathing is interrupted by a gasp as the cool air hits her warm skin. You take this as the perfect moment to move your kisses to her neck and lift her so her legs are wrapped around you. That is when Wanda feels the bulge in your pants.

"I hope you weren't thinking of anyone else but me, malysh," she says between breaths.

There is an innocent pout on her face when you look at her and mindlessly reply, "Only you."

Your lips land on Wanda's as she tries to rub herself against you but you hold her still, pressing her against the wall even more, making her grunt in frustration when she can feel the hardness pressing into her. "I need more," she exasperates.

You roll your hips with hers, giving her the smallest bit of satisfaction for a moment, making her moan loudly. "Please sweetheart. I need you, you know what I like," she holds your jaw roughly, nails digging into your skin. "No one can fuck me like you do."

Her words almost make you lose all of the self control you still have left, but you come to your senses when a cold gust of wind hits you, making you remember where you are. "Not here," you whisper. You then leave a trail of kisses along her jaw finishing with a peck on her lips.

You let her down and keep out of sight as you walk hastily to get to your room. Wanda smirks, biting her lip when you make it to the elevator. She pushes you against the far wall then attacks your lips and neck. Unbuttoning your shirt to leave a mark or two on your collar bone. You don't get the same privilege.

No one can know.

When you finally make it to your floor, you enter your room only wanting to make Wanda feel good. The little voice in the back of your mind reminding you she is no longer yours is forgotten as your rendezvous continues.

…

Wanda sleeps against you. The sound of her light breathing filling the air.

Her warmth and having her tangled in your sheets comes at the cost of your sanity. To you it is but a small price to pay.

No one knows about this and it has to stay that way.

You can't even tell Nat. She understands why Wanda initially broke up with you but now that you were doing better she has hoped you would have reconciled if not for Vision.

You try to take in the peace of the night. You try not to think about the guilt that lingers after you fall into bed with each other. You try not to think about the fact that Wanda will have already disappeared by the time you wake up in the morning. You try not to think about the rehearsed repeated lie you tell Nat when she asks where you disappeared to before the night ended.

The woman in your arms will always be the love of your life. She will always take advantage of you because she knows she can and you will do whatever you can to get whatever crumbs she will give you.

…

Falling to sleep always came easier when she was in your arms. You stir awake when you can no longer feel the comfortable weight on your chest.

Lifting your head, you are confused when you see her almost out of bed, "Wanda?" You ask groggily, reaching for her wrist.

There is no reply but your mind catches up, it is the time of the night where she leaves you for the arms of another. You let out a sigh and drop your head into the plush pillow whispering, "Stay."

"Go back to sleep, Y/n," Wanda lays next to you, stroking your hair. "You know I have to go."

"Please stay," your voice is barely audible because of the tight knot that has presented itself in your throat.

You don't mean to sound so desperate but you are tired and far too broken to pretend that you are okay.

Wanda wraps her arms around you as she continues to stroke your hair. She shushes you and whispers sweet words in your ear as your face presses against her bare chest.

It doesn't take long for you to fall into the depths of slumber once more.

The next time you wake up, Wanda is gone. The once warm sheets are now cold, holding another secret which costs you a piece of yourself.

The bitter taste has returned to your mouth once more as you get up to start your day.

It is long before most people will be getting up considering the party the night before. You pick out a loose t-shirt and some sweats so you can take advantage of the empty kitchen before anyone else gets up.

You start up the coffee machine and wait for it to heat, trying to find peace in this quiet morning. Just like all good things, it comes to an end, "Morning stranger," you hear the husky voice of your friend.

You try not to roll your eyes, knowing she would have some way of knowing even without seeing your face, "Looks like someone had some fun," Natasha says pointing out the marks on your neck. "What was her name?"

After you pour two mugs of the hot beverage you turn to face her with a tight-lipped smile, "Distraction," taking a small sip after.

The coffee is not strong enough to cover the distaste in your mouth.

"Okay, fine. Don't tell me," she says as she gets closer. "But I am glad you had some fun," Natasha says, rounding the island to pick up the mug you left for her.

You raise an eyebrow, "Don't I always?" Which Natasha scoffs at. "If you don't mind, I'm going to finish this in my room before our training."

As you walk back you hear a door open and close, figuring it will be Steve, you don't look up until you recognise the two voices.

You divert your attention from Vision as soon as you make contact with his synthetic blue eyes, your sluggish steps never stopping. The guilt creeps up the back of your throat, so you do your best to clear it.

Vision greets you first, "Good morning, agent Y/l/n." Who is followed by Wanda giving you a sweet smile, "Morning Y/n."

"Morning," you manage to get out as you brush past them. You make it to your room and swiftly close the door behind you.

Placing your coffee down on your desk, you lean over it taking a deep breath. Hot tears threaten to fall but you try with everything you have to push them down and control your breathing.

The lies are easy, you have always been good at telling them - when the drinking became too much and you were out getting whatever you could get your hands on to dull the ache that comes with being an Avenger, the lies would easily spill from your lips. It's keeping up the act that is the difficult part.

You know you shouldn't but you think about the inevitable; falling back into bed with Wanda again. You could call it an obsession at this point.

You just wish you were stronger, to be able to stay away from her but you know it is impossible. Because you are an addict and you will indulge for as long as she will let you.

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[marieabubb08]

Bestfriend!Akaashi who you have been with through thick and thin as far as you could remember.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who's shoulders was always ready for you to cry on ever since you were 6 when you fell of your bike and cried on his embrace as you held your bleeding knee.

Bestfriend!Akaashi has always stayed by your side even when everybody turned their backs on you due to rumours and gossips that held no truth to them.

Bestfriend!Akaashi when asked why he stayed with you only answered: "I know you better than anyone and probably even yourself, and so I would know the things you would and would not do."

Bestfriend!Akaashi who would only shake his head when you start to doubt yourself and try to change your personality to fit the masses.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who gently flicked your forehead, telling you to not change yourself. After all, that was the you he was so in love with and he would go through war than to see you hide the true you.

Bestfriend!Akaashi and your relationship only grew closer when you became more alone due to potential friends in your toxic workplace distancing themselves from you as if you're a plague.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who feels guilty for being happy that you were growing closer just because of people trashing you to the grounds.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who thinks that his chance of confessing is nearing, but is absolutely floored when you out of nowhere started dating.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who swears that the guy you were with would just break your heart, not because he was biased just cause he was in love with you, but because he can see in your boyfriend's face that he did not hold an ounce of love for you.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who struggled as his heart broke whenever you cling to the guy, but it shatters more when he sees the guy absolutely ignoring your sweet gestures.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who after a few months, notices your smiles and laughs decreasing as you always frowned and seemed to be deep in your own wallowing thoughts.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who was shocked to open the door to someone knocking on his apartment door at 1 in the morning only to find you in your pyjamas, a jacket wrapped around you as your red eyes shed tears.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who listened to you ramble with open ears and guarded heart about your boyfriend being stuck up with his ex and using you as a rebound.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who let you cry in his embrace, running his hands through your hair as he cursed himself in his mind.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who felt regret and a bit of blame on you. Regret for not having the confidence to confess to you so early on and hopefully snatch you away before your heart could break even more because of that guy.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who blamed you for being too oblivious to the fact that he can treat you better than he would and he will show it to you if you give him the chance.

Bestfriend!Akaashi who knows that the only way for him to get that chance is if he can muster up the courage to tell you what he really felt, but he will wait.

Bestfriend!Akaashi will wait until you are ready to try love again. But for now, he'll be here with you, to comfort you, make sure someone loves and cares for you through this dark time just like the old times he did.

Since you all loved my previous hc, I present to you....Bestfriend Akaashi!!

I love the childhood friends to lovers trope too much so I made this to scratch that itch of want to write one.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #headcannons #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #marieabubb08 #haikyuu headcannons #akaashi #keiji #fukurodani #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

[jackmanbj]

single

AN: this is my first angst fic, enjoy, also this has two parts.🫀

summary: jack has been telling you to wait for him to be ready in a real relationship but likes to fuck other girls and gets mad when you talk to another dude.

you and jack had just got back to the hotel after his performance.

jack was beyond exhausted, he just wanted to lay down in your arms and fall asleep to you whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

jack got into the shower with you following behind him.

“jackie, when are you going to commit to me..?”

“baby please, you known i love you, we can talk about this tomorrow im so fucking tired i can barely stand up..”

“ok baby i dont want to stress you, lets just go to bed, ok.”

you both finished washing off and went to lay down.

you laid on the bed while jack climbed on top of you.

jack didnt take long to fall asleep, you sighed feeling lonely, sure you were seeing jack, but it didnt feel like it.

jack would go out to clubs every other night and be kissing girls, hell sometimes maybe even fucking them, you never knew when it came to him.

you let your mind shut off as you fell asleep scratching jacks hair with your acrylic nails.

the next morning by the time you woke up, jack was gone.

you sighed and checked the time before getting up and heading to brush your teeth.

you found jacks dirty clothes on the floor by his bag, you picked then up getting a plastic bag and placing them in until you could wash them.

you heard your phone ringing and went to go answer it.

*incoming call from stinka💕*

you answered and heard urban in the background taking to what sounded like ace.

“yea jack?”

“im so sorry i left before you could wake up, the boys wanted to go out and i didnt want to wake you, i just wanted to call and let you know where i was.”

“its fine babe, have fun”

“thank you mamas, love you.”

“love to too.”

jack hung up and started cuddling up to the girl who obviously knew he was talking to someone, but didnt care as he talked to his friends.

“dude you gotta either commit to y/n or break it off with her, you’ve been leading her on for the longest.”

“urban just give me time.. i want her i just dont know when i want to commit.”

“their is no way you want her honestly, you have been with two other girls since the one from last night!”

“fuck i just need time, im going see y/n.”

urban looked at jack with nothing but disappointment, jack had always claimed he didnt like toxic relationships, he just wanted one girl to love on forever.

it was all for an image, jack wanted anybody who would fuck him.

jack loved you though, he knew he loved you, you knew he loved you, hell everybody knew.

well everybody who wasn’t the public.

jack didnt hide the fact he was actively going in and out of relationships or getting ready to commit.

he loved the attention he would get from women wanting to get under your skin, even if they didnt know you, they wanted you to know jack was cheating on you and he loved the adrenaline it gave him, hell if it was up to him he would date you in an one way open relationship, he could fuck whoever while your the house wife of the decade.

jack pulled up to the hotel and went in to find a not with your handwriting on the island that said

“im going treat myself, i went to get my hair done, nails done, and i might go to hang out at a club or something. i dont know if you’re going to be back before me so i wrote this. love you lots see you later.”

jack sighed knowing you probably took his card and there would be a lot less money from before.

jack called you and it went straight to voicemail, he went to text you and seen you were ok dnd, he texted you and pressed noti anyway.

stinka💕- call me back love

you huffed and looked at the message and seen jacks name, you were getting your toes done so your hands were free and you called him back.

“yes babe?”

“did you take my cards?”

“yea, of course.”

“you didnt even ask me what the fuck.”

“jack baby, i just wanted to have time to myself, all i did was get my nails done so far, i can cancel everything else if its that big of a deal.”

“its fine i just..never mind, have a good day my girl, enjoy yourself.”

“thank you jack.”

you finished your nails and went to the store to grab some snacks for while you get your hair done.

while you were in the store a man with freeform’s approached you

“hey ma’am you mind if i pay for your things?”

“uhm thanks but you dont have to really!”

“please?”

“yes sure, thanks so much.”

“no problem.”

the man paid and as you were walking out he stopped you again.

“hey uhm, i was wondering.. can i have your number.”

“yes sure.”

the man quickly took out his phone and saved his number as ‘Warren’

you took your phone back and headed out the store walking to your car getting ready for the appointment.

you started driving and jack called you.

you answered the phone through the car screen not wanting to pick up your phone.

“yes jack? im driving, cant really talk.”

“why were you at the store so long? you ok?”

“yes im fine this dude asked yo pay for my things thats all.”

“did you let him?”

“yes why wouldn’t i?”

“man what the fuck? your out with my card and letting another man buy your shit? i bet he was just trying to get your number.”

“her put his number in my phone, im probably just going to be his friend dont want to lead him on.”

jack didnt say another word, he just hung up and your music started blasting.

you knew the phone didn’t disconnect because jack let out a puff before hanging up.

once you were done with all your appointments and having your day out you went back to the hotel with a few shopping bags hanging on your arm as you sucked your strawberry smoothie.

you dropped your bags off on the island and went to the bedroom ready to show off your hair and nails and make it up to jack.

when you walked in jack was making out with another girl who simply smiled at you before rubbing jack through his pants.

usually you had the mindset “its almost never the secret girls fault, if she didn’t know. if she did, beat that hoe ass.”

and thats what you did.

you set your smoothie down acting calm and went to the bathroom.

jack not knowing what you were going to do, he continued wanting to get under your skin.

you walked out the bathroom with your hair in a bun and immediately ran to punch the girl in the face.

she tried her hardest to fight back while you just were beating on her.

jack let you get your anger out on her so it wouldn’t be as bad on him but after about forty seconds he pulled you off, she girl not wanting to fight back.

jack told the girl get out while holding you to his chest.

“what no! you love me! you told me that jack!!”

“ok i lied, get out. i have to take care of my little princess.”

“fine.” she tried to put her clothes on but you picked up her shirt and got out of jacks grip, she ran after you for her shirt and you threw it out the door.

“fetch.”

the girl groaned and put her shirt on in the hall and waited for jack to bring her phone ect out.

jack placed it into your hands to give to her and you threw her things on the ground.

you slammed the door and all your anger now went towards jack.

you started walking up to him and were about to punch his face but he caught your arm.

you couldn’t help but get so mad to the point you cried, you were sick of getting treated like this, you were sick of getting humiliated, sick of jack saying “i loved you” to three different people other then you in one day.

jack pulled you to his chest and let you cling to his while you let it all out.

jack led you to the bedroom as you stopped crying.

“i love you baby..”

“no you dont.”

“if i didn’t i wouldn’t be with you, i love you.. just need time to express it and get ready to commit because i only want you.”

“jack i cant do this, im getting a plane ticket home for tomorrow, im not moving out but ill be in the guest room, until you can prove to me that you love me and stop bring all these women in your life. i cant, i love you but i cant.”

you started packing your things while jack couldn’t help but watch and cry.

he did love you.

but he loved to many other people to commit to you.

you left the room not sure where else to go except urbans room.

urban let you in with warm hugs and let you stay in the main room while he took the sofa.

you flew back the next day and jack wouldn’t stop texting you.

stinka💕- text me when you get home love, have a safe flight.

stinka💕- its been 4 hours, i know your home call me please.

stinka💕- mamas, i know you’re extremely upset with me and so exhausted because of everything i’ve put you through this year, but i love you. even if i cant show it right now, ma i love you. you know i do, i’ll be better for you i promise i will but i need you to call me so i know your safe, or text me even just a period. something please i need to know your okay. i know i messed up but i need you.

you- im fine jackman.

you turned your phone on dnd and laid down and started to watch childhood shows.

there was a knock at the front door, you took the blanket off yourself and went up to look out the window.

there was no one but flowers on the floor.

you huffed and went to get the flowers already knowing who sent them.

you put the flowers in a empty vase and read the note.

“y/n, i love you so much you dont even know. im so sorry for all the pain i’ve caused you, i just want you to forgive me. i’ll change my ways all the way, i want you to be happy and i haven’t been making you happy its my fault, instead of talking things out with you i go see other women and leave you alone to sleep by yourself, i’ll see you soon though my love♥️”

you kissed the note and brought it to your bedroom and put it on your nightstand.

you took your phone off dnd and called jack.

jack answered on the first ring and you immediately heard a sniffle when he answered.

“jack baby are you crying?”

“no.”

“jack baby face time me.”

jack pressed the face time button after wiping his face trying to look as presentable as possible.

you answered and could immediately tell he had been crying.

“jack babe, dont cry. i love you so much you’re stuck with me. you just have to stop acting the way you are, its hurting me really bad and its pushing me from you.”

“i promise to stop, mamas i need you..”

“ok babe, its not very smart for me to fly back out right now because i just left so maybe in like a week ill come back.”

“what no, come back tomorrow im getting your ticket right now.”

“jack-“

“i already brought it, you’re coming.”

“alright babe..”

“no ones going to get in the way of us anymore, we’re together forever. i love you.”

“forever and always?”

“forever and always, but you need some rest, goodnight my love the flights for 7:30.”

“ok goodnight jackie.”

jack hung up and cuddled with his pillow wishing it was you.

#Spotify #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow angst

[the-last-hipopotamovolador]

i dont understand people on the wwdits fandom hating on nandor / nandermo ship, yall act like as nandor was the only problematic bitch in the series. Like, they are all problematic???, that is what is great about the show??. Dont get me wrong i loooove to see sweet moments between the characters and of course sometimes i want to punch all of them in their faces for acting like asholes to each other (specially when nandor and nadja are mean to guillermo and collins robinson) but part of the escense of the show is that nandor, laszlo, nadja, guillermo and collins are ALL PROBLEMATIC, THEY ARE A PROBLEMATIC FAMILY, THEY ARE ALL MESSED UP PEOPLE. NONE of them can be actually called a "good person" (remember that guillermo killed both vampires and humans and never felt guilty about it, he even brought one of his childhood friends to the house so he could be eaten by vampires, he has stealed, has manipulated nandor and others to his own benefit, has considered killing nandor multiple times before anyone realized he was a vampire killer, and so on.

I didnt ship nandermo in the first seasons because the power dinamic between them was so inequitable, but after guillermo started being his killer self in front of the rest and gained self confidence the power dinamic between nandor and him totally changed. Nandor is a bitch with guillermo sometimes but Guillermo can be a bitch too and he is way smarter and more powerful than nandor and could easly overpower him (as he alredy did twice) .

If you want a show where the main characters are unproblematic and have all healthy and "normal" relationships this show is just not for you! it has never been since season 1!

This show is about messy crazy bitches who sometimes cant stand each other and have lots of problems but cant be whitout each other because they love each other (in their own problematic way). Even if i wish too that guillermo was treated better by EVERYBODY in this show (specially by nadja), i cant imagine a wwdits where they all arent at least a little toxic to each other. This is not a cute queer romantic story, this is a story about problematic toxic af, freaky queer bitches who love each other just the way they are even when they cant stand each other. Stop being so boring and expecting all queer media to be unproblematic af and all queer ships to portrait a perfect romantic ilusion between super sweet and caring characters who would never act selfishly or hurt each other.

#mio #wwdits #wwdits discourse #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows discourse #nandermo discourse #nandermo #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #guillermo van helsing #queer media #queer representation #queer ships #laszlo #nadja of antipaxos #collins robinson #queer shows #nandor the bitchless #nandor the himbo #nandor my beloved #nandor the idiot #nandor x guillermo #nadja x guillermo #guillermo x nadja #laszlo x nadja #nadja my good lady wife

[cream0fwheat1998]

The Parts Only We Know Pt.2

(Bully!Dark!Eddie x Reader) *Abusive/toxic relationship, NonCon (eventually), some physical abuse, intimidation*

Y/n stared at the rain through the cafeteria window. Comfortable, was she with the soft patter of the droplets against the glass; the grey clouds that blanketed the sky calling y/n by name.

The chatter at the long table got louder as a certain, fluffy haired male sat at by Y/n. The joy Eddie delivered everyone on even the most dull days felt unreal. He could make almost anybody happy, everyone except one.

A snapping finger brought the girl back to Earth, "Hello miss y/n, what's on your mind pretty?" Eddie asked, biting a mouthful of a dry, powdery lunch sandwich.

Y/n glanced around the table trying to avoid eye contact with Eddie without making it seem on purpose. Everybody was busy in their own conversations, save for Robin who both listening to Nancy and peering at Y/n here and there.

"Oh, uh... a big test in a few days. Several of them actually...." Y/n trailed off, focusing on her hand shaking on the table.

Eddie reached for her hand and put his over hers while doing a nearly inaudible hush. "Hey it's alright. I know doing well is important to you. Maybe I should come over after school and help?" He asked, batting his long eyelashes at her.

It appeared like a sweet question, but it was anything but innocent. Y/n didnt want to be around Eddie right now; her heart beat rapidly at the thought of having Eddie alone, in her house, in her room where he could do anything he wanted to her.

She thought of the excuse, something that wouldn't push him too far. "Sorry but not today. I'm going out with my parents after they get home from work but that's a very kind offer of you Eddie." Y/n did her best poker face but Eddie could see the shakiness of her leg under the table.

Eddie smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? Too bad, maybe next time then?" As pre-revenge for lying, he grabbed her thigh with the large purple-ish green bruise on it.

A small squeal from Y/n alerted Robin who tilted her head and mouthed the question, "Are you alright?"

Holding back tears as a hand clenched harder on the bruise of her thigh, she nodded.

Eddie played with the frills of the skirt he asked Y/n to wear on their phone call last night. A flash of heat made him reach for his cheeks; he was actually blushing at the thought of his conversation with the mousey girl he loved taunting. He hated it. He hated her. For a much-deserved punishment, he tightly squeezed the thigh he abused days before. He chuckled at the memory of teasing her at the empty park he walked her to during the late night. She was so naive to think that the stroll in the park with him was an innocent, puppy love moment. He pushed her into a nearby bush and abused her. He didn't go all the way with her like he wanted to but he thought he'd save it for a rainy day and speak of the devil, lightening flashed and a large clap of thunder made the girl under his hand jump.

Y/n felt a tinge of anger as she tried to shove Eddie's hand away and it didn't budge. She didn't want to be a victim but she clearly wasn't going to out match his physical strength.

Eddie leaned in, a breath of hot air hit Y/n's earlobe as Eddie said, "You lied to me and you know how I feel about that. Meet me at my van when school lets out." Eddie gathered his trash and Y/n's too and tossed it in the garbage bin.

"That's not a request, it's my command." He said quietly, a flash of lightening illuminating his face.

Hours later, Y/n walked slowly out of the school in a crowd of students. She was doing the numbers in her head about going with Eddie after school. She didn't want to admit it but deep down she knew what Eddie wanted to do to her today. She Y/n didn't want that with him; not like this, while he was this entitled monster hidden beneath a pleasant skin.

She had to take a stand and Y/n thought today is the day. She wouldn't let Eddie take away something that's supposed to be her choice. She ducked within the group of students determined not to be seen. With Eddie nowhere in sight, she glanced around for an ally.

Robin had probably been picked up by Steve already. Maybe Nancy could drive her home. Making haste, Y/n trudged through student after student determined to find her friend. At the corner of the school where Nancy Wheeler was nowhere to be found Y/n huffed an air of annoyance.

"Fine I'll just fucking run home then!" Y/n growled.

A large hand covered her mouth and pulled her into a group of trees near the back. Y/n flailed her arms around but the perp had a strong grip.

"Stop fucking fighting before I fuck it out of you right here!" Eddie yelled, shoving y/n against a tree.

Y/n froze under the mean gaze of her long-haired tormentor. His dark eyes fixed on the young woman beneath him. "Please Eddie, just let me go home! I'm sorry..." Y/n managed while breaking eye contact.

"Wow, where'd the fight go? You seemed pretty confident a minute ago while you were hiding from me." Eddie chuckled, thumbing the highpoint of the girls' cheek.

Y/n made no comment and stared at the ground with a hung head. Eddie tsked, "I thought I was clear about you 'not hiding from me anymore'? I'm disappointed y/n. It seems you really like being punished; and when we get back to my place, you'll really get it."

Y/n shook her head and sniffled, "No Eddie, I don't want to have sex with you, maybe if you were nice again. You used to be really nice, I use to have a big crush on you, and I thought when you started talking to me last year that you wanted something good but now, -now I wish you'd just go fuck yourself and leave me alone!" Y/n said bringing her eyes to meet her abuser.

Eddie's big brown eyes focused on the brave girl he had pinned to a tree. His heartbeat picked up; a small ping of guilt pinched his nerves and he found himself not being able to look her in the eyes anymore.

The small amount of remorse left him when he felt rage takeover and without thinking, swung his hand at Y/n's face. Angry, he was, that she would reject him. And now Eddie's mission was clear; he would break his little plaything and make her love him. She didn't have a choice. It was him; it was only him for now on. As she was all he had. He couldn't do too much while on school grounds, so he'd have to plan something accordingly. A part of him just wanted to drag her by her hair to the back of his van and fuck her right then and there but another part of him decided to wait just a little longer. Halloween was around the corner and what a perfect time to scare the courage right out of her; he was going to put his plaything in her place once and for all; in due time.

#bully!eddie #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson #stranger things #dark!eddie munson #dark!eddie munson x you

[fatuifucker]

second stream: so empty that it's full

[art cr: kuroume_1024 on twt]

dom trans! streamer! scaramouche x sub fem-sex reader (they/them pronouns used for reader)

SUMMARY = period cramps and body dysphoria are not a good combination

WARNINGS = please view the sucker series masterlist for the full warnings! minimal smut more angst, toys (vibrator), period, suicide threats, cutting mention, copendence, unhealthy relationship, body dysphoria

W/C = 1.2k

A/N = no beta read this time or a lot of smht but there is a lot of toxic scara

TAGS = @midnxght-sweet-time, @zen-daydreams, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @lovediluc, @yumixxn, @teallapril

kuni @kamikuzushi

FUCK MY CRAMPS ARE KILLING ME (NAME) HURRY UP AND COME BACK

kuni @kamikuzushi

goddamnit do I really have to stream like this

kuni @kamikuzushi

oh whatever at least this celebration stream is gonna make me feel better

scara-sama @/06ScaraBalladeer

Today I want to show my appreciation for 10k subscribers! I’ll be looking through all your fanart and responding to all your questions on stream! Don’t be weird, okay? ^-^

—

Scara starts the stream with her signature smile and catchphrase. “Good day everyone! How is everybody doing?” Her mind whirls up thoughts of an expensive celebration dinner as red superchats start ringing in. “We’ve reached 10k subscribers! Thank you so much for all your support! Today, we’re going to be looking through your fanart on Twitter!”

Scara opens up the page and clicks on fanart tag. Her ever-present smile nearly morphs into a frown.

“I…I can’t show this! You know I can only look at wholesome fanarts, right?” she forces a laugh, immediately scrolling past the provocative fanart only to be met by more. “I’ll just…keep scrolling until I can find ones I can show.”

Thankfully, there are a lot of tasteful ones. But it isn’t enough to get rid of the bitterness in her throat at all those…other fanart. Men really do see women as fuck toys, huh? As Scara takes a sip of water, she accidentally catches her reflection in the mirror. Her dress — although conservative and shows no skin at all — somehow does enhance the size of her breasts. It usually doesn’t bother her but…

He swallows the bile in his throat, trying to silence the growing darkness in his head as he forces her finger to continue scrolling.

—

[You received a text from Kuniku<3!]

Kuniku<3: my head hurts like a bitch

Kuniku<3: so fucking loud

Kuniku<3: hurry n come back idiot

Kuniku<3: i wanna throw up

Kuniku<3: i wanna die

Kuniku<3: if you don’t come back quick ill fucking kill myself

Kuniku<3: do you want me to kill myself?

Kuniku<3: come back home

Kuniku<3: hurry

—

The door to the room creaks open. Kunihiko jolts, darting his eyes over to the figure. He relaxes upon realising who it is. "You took so fucking long. It's like you want me to die."

You sat next to him. "You know that's not true.”

"No. No, I don't know that,” he mutters, clenching onto the hem of his shorts. “You left. Why would you leave for so long? You know I despise it.”

“I’m sorry.” You wrap your arms around his tiny frame. “I’m here now. You can cry on me.”

His quivering arms return the hold, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. He doesn’t say anything for a while and you return the silence.

“Do you think it would be better if I died?"

“No.”

“Why? There’s nothing for me here. Nobody would give a shit if I kill myself.”

“Your fans would.”

Kuni scoffs. “Maybe. Maybe not. They care about Scara anyway. Not me.”

“I would care.”

“...Yeah, I guess it does matter to you," he laughs; a pathetic, hollow laugh. “You’re not being very convincing.”

“Sorry, do you wanna try something else?”

He releases you, a distant look in his eyes as he reaches for a remote beside him, placing it in your palm. “Turn it on. You know what to do.”

Kunihiko tenses up the second you switch it on, going back to wrap his arms around your neck. You stay still, allowing your boyfriend to rest his head on your shoulder while you hold him tight. Sweat drips down his brow, a slight pain sending a shock down your spine when his teeth bites into your skin. You crank up the speed, and Kuni moans in delight. “Fuck, that feels good. God, I wish you could fuck me right now.”

You move to kiss him but before you could do anything, he seizes your jaw and shoves his tongue inside your mouth. You nearly choke at the intrusion. He’s aggressive, much rougher than usual, as if he is trying to forget his thoughts by indulging in you. As usual, you don’t mind, letting him do whatever he wants with you. You prefer he manhandle you than cut himself again.

"(Name),” he pants as soon as the two of you separate. “Do you still see me as a girl?"

"I have always seen you as Kuni,”

Kuni cackles. “Yeah right! You suck on my boobs everytime we have sex."

"Because you said you like it?” you say, tilting your head. “If it makes you feel uncomfortable, I'll stop."

“No,” Kuni’s voice drops, laced with ire and a hidden shade of anxiety at that notion. “What’s the fucking point of me getting nipple piercings if you’re not going to play with them?”

“Sorry,” you mutter, planting a kiss on Kuni’s forehead. “But just know that I love you no matter how you present yourself.”

“Then,” Kuni pushes you away, indigo irises lacking the usual scorn and air of superiority, “don’t ever leave for that long again. Or I’ll kill myself. Understood?”

A shiver — no, more like a dangerous electricity — rushes down your spin, your survival instincts forcing a quick nod from you. All of a sudden, the tension dissipates and Kuni smiles warmly at you again. He slides his tongue in your mouth again, his hand finding yours and moving it to max out the speed of the vibrator.

“Fuck! Ho-holy fuck, this thing is amazing...” Kuni moans, mouth hanging open in a euphoric expression. “Shit, I–! (Name)!”

“I’m here, Kuni,” you reassure him, pulling up his shirt to leave lovemarks on his collarbone. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“(Name), I can’t–!”

Kuni’s nails dig into your back as he twitches, puffing for air before his legs give in and he lands on your thighs. You turn off the remote before patting him on the back.

“You okay?”

“Mm...” he mumbles groggily. “Go and run me a bath.”

Scooping him into your arms, you lay him on the bed, watching as he turns over and hugs one of the pillows before leaving him to recover.

—

[You received a text from Kuniku<3!]

Kuniku<3: did u buy a bath bomb lol

Kuniku<3: smells nice

Kuniku<3: we should bathe together when im off my period

Kuniku<3: oh ya can u heat up my heat pack

Kuniku<3: before that cook me instant ramen

You’re typing…

You: Anything else?

Kuniku<3: oo yes answer this in ten seconds

Kuniku<3: what would u do if u could make time stop forever?

You’re typing…

You: I would cuddle with you

Kuniku<3: wow

Kuniku<3: that was a setup for a joke i had but thats so disgustingly wholesome that i forgot

Kuniku<3: is this the same bitch who asks me to choke them with my thighs? LMAOOO

Kuniku<3: kinda cute tho

Kuniku<3: fineee since ur so needy n im a good bf lets go out

Kuniku<3: my sis' cultural fes is this friday

Kuniku<3: apparently her class is doing a maid cafe lollll

Kuniku<3: would fucking love to see the look on her face when she sees us

Kuniku<3: if thats too lame we can sightsee around asakusa

Kuniku<3: or…we could go to a love hotel

Kuniku<3: so? which will it be?

[Your answer]

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche x reader smut #genshin scaramouche #genshin scaramouche smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #sucker au #sucker series

[ystrike1]

I was Reincarnated as a Villainess in an Otome Game, but the boys love me anyway - By Sou Inada (8.5/10)

There are too many yanderes in this. I can't keep track of them all. I'm really glad I waited to read this. The first book is quite boring, because it sets up how perfect our reincarnated protagonist is. Her perfection is a plot point though. It's necessary. Her saintly attitude attracts crazy people who want to serve and adore her.

The pacing and plot in this aren't perfect, but the core of it is very creepy. I actually don't like the main plot. I love watching each new character fall in love with Mystia Aren. There are dozens of different flavors of affection to choose from.

Mystia reincarnated into a cheesy otome game. She's destined to become the villain, but she's actually a pretty nice person. She decides to lay low and break up with her fiance, so he can pursue his true love.

However, a bunch of things happen before the game begins. Her fiance doesn't break up with her. He's VERY interested in her, and everybody else is too.

Here is a helpful glossary of the main cast.

Who is my favorite?

Please don't judge me...

It's the delusional but sweet teacher that believes Mystia is his destiny. He's unhinged of course, and Mystia was also ten when he fell in love with her...I... nevermind I'll stop talking now.

The endgame love interest is Raid. He's her fiance. He gets alot of pretty good development, and even though he's obsessed with Mystia he puts her needs first.

They become true friends first as children as well, which makes their relationship feel less toxic. Mystia is drowning in toxic love. Her servants watch her sleep through her bedroom door. The chef is too jealous to let anyone else cook for her. Her maid has definitely killed people that are "in her way". When I say that I mean anyone that looks at her funny. Every man that manages to get close to her wants to marry her. Her servants know they will never be good enough, so they pledge eternal servitude instead. Mystia's parents are lovely, normal people. So, she doesn't notice anything wrong. Mystia also saves Raid's mother, who was supposed to die in the game, which drastically improves his life. Mystia doesn't love Raid, and she tries to push him towards the heroine. The people around Mystia know she doesn't love her fiance.

This leads to ALOT of misunderstandings.

The servants of the house bully Raid constantly. Let me explain why all the crazy nutjobs are in one house. Mystia attracts someone, and then that someone becomes obsessed with her. Sounds funny right? It isn't. In this world their obsession isn't fun or cute. The gardener, for example, is the only gardener in her house. He scared off all the competition. He does the work of five men, so only he can have Mystia's praise. There's a quiet battle around Mystia at all times. Only the best and most obsessed can serve her. Anyone weak that develops a crush is either killed or chased off. Raid doesn't let his rivals bully him out of the fiance position. He believes he can earn Mystia's love with time and patience.

He doesn't know that she believes he's predestined to love someone else.

Raid is still toxic as hell. He wants to isolate Mystia and cut off the competition. It's implied that Mystia's charm doesn't work on everyone. She's just a nice, smart noble lady. Naturally, she's popular. Only a certain percentage of the population goes nuts for her, but Raid has to fight his instincts very hard. The old protagonist, Alice, isn't even on his radar. He acts kind, but literally the only thing he cares about is Mystia. He's been fighting for her love for so long. He doesn't know what he'll do if he doesn't win.

Eric is the second love interest we meet. He's a great example of the evil around Mystia. He's kind to Mystia, but utterly cruel to everyone else. He had confidence issues as a boy, and Mystia became his first friend. He's a noble man, so he believes he can steal her. He uses their old childhood promises to manipulate her. Sol (a butler) has to threaten Eric with a knife because he won't stop hounding Mystia in public.

Robert Weiss is the only villain in the story so far, and he's a sympathetic one. When he met Mystia he assumed she was perfect. He wanted to be like her. He didn't really expect romantic love, but he wanted to be close to her. Why? Mystia is smarter than him, and his parents expect him to become a doctor. His mother beats him when he doesn't get a perfect score. Robert begins to idolize Mystia. He starts to stalk her, and he overhears a conversation. Eric pressures Mystia. He noticed that she spoke with Robert. Eric bluntly asks her if she likes Robert. Mystia gets confused. At this point she has only had about two conversations with Robert. She says she doesn't like or dislike him. They're not even in the same class.

She doesn't know him.

Robert spirals. He starts believing that Mystia has been bullying Alice, in order to look like a saint. The people who become obsessed with Mystia usually believe they are closer to her than they actually are. Robert also has a massive inferiority complex, and Mystia is ranked second overall in grades. He starts to believe that she seduced the teacher to get her grades, all on his own. Basically, the slightest hint of rejection from Mystia turned him into a toxic villain instead of a toxic servant.

This is Jay Seek. He's my favorite. He's five years older than Mystia, and he becomes her home room teacher to be by her side. Is he a stalker? No! Of course not! He's her real fiance! She doesn't like the prince! She told him...kinda...and she came to him to learn how to ride a horse. He's known her since she was ten! He knows her so well! He knows that her little smiles and comments are actually declarations of love! She's just keeping their relationship under wraps for now, because of her age. As soon as she graduates she will surely leap into his arms.

She said she would....not in words but she accepted me even though I have a scary face and a less than illustrious background.

That means she loves me!?!?!

She's waiting for me!!

Just for me.

Right?!??!

This is Claude. He's a minor character in the game. He's supposed to be in charge of giving mission information to Alice. He notices Mystia instead. Alice is now a side character who is loyal to Mystia by the way. Claude is mean, brash, and cruel. He knows Mystia is in an ignorant bubble. As a master informant he knows about the line of dead bodies behind Mystia. He knows her loving servants have been isolating her. He likes interesting things, so he doesn't save Mystia. She becomes too interesting, and he falls too. He's a very unpleasant guy, in front of Mystia. I'm pretty sure that she's going to realize all of her friends are evil because of him. She has to. The situation is unstable at this point in the story. There are too many jealous people close to Mystia in the school. There will be drama, and she will choose Raid, because he is the most sane.

Yup.

Super sane.

So sane that he interrupts whenever Mystia tries to play with his kid brother. He can't stand it when she shows affection to anything or anyone, and he's the most sane.

Mystia thinks he's obsessed with the kid, because he snaps literally every time she mentions him.

Also, Mystia is oblivious about all the destruction going on behind her back.

I really don't know how this story is going to end, but it's quite dark outside of Mystia's safety bubble.

I hope it bursts.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #I was Reincarnated as a Villainess in an Otome Game

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Did the Prima Nocta fic end on a cliffhanger on purpose?

Prima Nocta by me and @therealvinelle

@therealvinelle and I don't consider it much of a cliffhanger, to be honest, as at least to us it's pretty clear what happens from this point on and it's not that interesting.

As Aro can't put Alec on babysitting Edward duty indefinitely, and there's no real way to keep Edward prisoner (they could try Chelsea and fail, they could try Corin and well then Edward's drugged up forever and Bella's crying, or they could put his limbs different places and watch so they don't go back to each other) there's a question of what to do with Edward who knows too much.

Under ordinary circumstances, Edward could just be banished and it'd be fine. He'd try to make a racket somewhere, but nothing would come of it, and if he broke the law (again) they'd kill him.

However, Edward knows a very damning truth about women being able to get pregnant that he will absolutely tell everybody he can including the Denali who will be very into that news.

And there's little to no chance Edward will understand to keep his mouth shut.

A vote will happen (which Aro alluded to), Caius will vote death as he did before already, Marcus will vote... something, and it'll come down to Aro who while he doesn't want to upset Carlisle... really really really can't let this one go.

Especially when the alternatives are "your son is high on cocaine forever".

At that point Bella will wig out and likely also have to be dealt with as Aro has little to no hope of getting her to do anything reasonable. While Aro would like Bella in the guard, he's concluded in this universe that she's an unreasonable mess who he would never be able to work with. Bella in the guard or dumping Edward is apparently just not on the table (if you can't dump Edward after he fucks Eleazar in front of you while roleplaying as his dad, Aro can't help you.)

Mostly, though, Edward and Bella will be in this toxic relationship for the rest of their existences where Bella will never leave Edward as she needs him too much to validate her and Edward in turn will never leave Bella as he desperately needs to be in love.

Aro gives up on them and notes as much in the fic, which lets us know the "what happens next" which isn't worth spending time on.

It's also worth noting that the story was ultimately about Eleazar's misadventures. Now that Eleazar is dead (goodnight, sweet prince) all the major plot threads have been wrapped up.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #prima nocta #aro #edward cullen #bella swan #eleazar #anti edward cullen #anti bella swan #anti eleazar #meta #vinelle #therealvinelle