#she’s such a top. got my back blown out and she’s making us food
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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥🧸🎂
𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩. solo sikoa x black fem
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮. tiana receives a special surprise on her birthday, and a lot more than that.
🔖: a fic from my first acc, I kept it saved so here's a repost with minor revisions.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIANA, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!" a loud roar of applause followed suit as everyone around the table clapped it up for the birthday girl turning "dirty 30," as her friends like to put it. Tiana shined as bright as the smile she flashed to her guests, mouthing a thank you and blowing air kisses as they settled down. Every year she aimed to celebrate her birthday like it was the most important day out of 365. But this celebration was one for the books, as she hit another important milestone in her life. And everyone she knew and loved went all out for it with lavish gifts and heartfelt words of adoration, making her feel the utmost important. They even rented out an entire restaurant for her special day.
She appreciated it all as she looked through glossy eyes at the small personalized cake they had made for her, it was heart-shaped and decorated in glittery pink icing with royal embellishments, the words Bad Bitch Szn imprinted in the center. It was topped with a single lit candle, waiting to be blown out. She had many gentle eyes on her as she silently made her wish, to live a long life full of prosperity. She took a deep breath and blew out the candle, opening her own eyes to see warm smiles.
"Thank you guys" she said wholeheartedly, fanning her face as she became teary eyed.
"Wait wait, before you fuck up ya makeup- snap some pics right quick" her bestie said to the photographer who went over to Tiana, snapping a couple shots that were likely being posted to the gram later on.
"Okay nooow cry" her bestie encouraged, making everyone laugh as Tiana used a napkin to lightly dab under her eyes.
The mood was light hearted as the conversation flowed smoothly, along with the food and drinks. Family and friends reminisced back on their favorite moments with Tiana, and vice versa. Soon the topic transitioned to a club they were gonna hit up afterwards to round out the night, or morning.
One of her girls leaned in to whisper, "you got one more gift" making Tiana's brow raise, "oh really? Is it outside?" thinking of a car possibly parked out. "It's comin' in." Now she was confused as what 'it' could be as she looked to the door, to see another girlfriend bringing someone over.
Someone, who made her jaw drop in shock as her hands flew over her mouth at just who was approaching the table. "Sefa??" her muffled voice seemingly confirming that last present.
She let out a squeal as she stood up and rushed over to a childhood friend, hugging him with her arms slinging around his neck, and his around her waist. A slew of giggles escaped her and they rocked back and forth for what felt like forever. His lips were dangerously close to her neck as he chuckled, "whats goin' on birthday girl." It was almost as if they were the only ones in the place at the moment.
She moved her hands down to his broad shoulders, caressing them some through the jacket he wore. "Oh my god look at you" she breathed, still overcome with emotion as she cupped his face, inspecting him real good. Damn, was he FINE fine now, she thought. He was donned in an all black fit with a gold link to accessorize the neck and a beanie. His facial hair was doing something extra for her as she felt a little flushed being this close to a now grown-ass Sefa.
"Damn I'm that ugly?" he joked as they both shared a laugh, he unhooked one of his arms to reveal a bag he was holding that she hadn't even noticed. "Happy Birthday T T," a slight shiver went up her spine at the nickname he used for her rolling off his tongue so sensually. She took the bag, planting a kiss on the corner of his lips as she grabbed his hand "thank you for coming stranger, long time no see. We gotta catch up, you want some cake?" she asked while walking him to the table. His eyes trailed down to her ass in that dress, "hell yeah" he answered huskily.
For the rest of the time spent, it was as if they were in their own world, too consumed in each other to notice anyone else present. They'd gotten right back on track where they left off of several years ago when they graduated from high-school. Updating each other on how their lives have been going, with Tiana being shocked at his profession now. "Oh you wrestle? Ion know anything about that but do your big one!!" he laughed at her compliment. "Appreciate it, and I am. I see you doin' yo big one too" his gaze traveled across her full figure as he bit his lip, making her tense up with a lil throb down there.
Her face flushed with a warmth as she giggled "stooop" she playfully pushed him as he captured her hand in his, making her nerves jolt. He inspected at her fingers curiously, "Ion see no ring, all them times you kept talkin about how you was gon be married when you got older." She sensed the tone in his voice for something deeper as they locked eyes. "I just haven't met the right one." He nodded, placing a kiss on the back of her hand that she then placed on his thigh.
"You comin' out with us? We hittin' up the club after?" she seemed eager for him to join, and he noticed that, agreeing.
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The dj was playing all the right songs too, as 'Hellcats srts' by Sexxy Red blasted through the speakers as Tiana drunkenly twerked on an equally drunk Sefa manspread in his seat enjoying the view. Maybe if she wasn't off several liquors she wouldn't have had the courage to twerk on him, but in their shared inhibited state, all that scary shit was out the window.
He tugged her down onto his lap, directly on his growing bulge earning a moan from the both of them. She leaned back into his chest, turning her head towards his with a lackadaisical smile.
"Wha'chu think you doin huh?" he taunted as she rolled her hips against his print, biting her lip at the friction, damn it felt big. "Makin up for lost tiiime," she slurred sexily as he snickered. "You crazy you know that?"
"That's not how you treat a friend" she whined in a pout. "Then how do you treat a friend TT?" the deepening of his voice anchored in her soul making her heat ache between her thighs. Especially from the way his hand kept feeling on her side, and along her curves. The way his fine ass was looking enticed her to bring his lips closer, and closer until they smashed into hers, moving harmoniously, with an intensifying desire.
She moaned as their mouths opened for their tongues to deliciously clash. He broke the kiss to mumble, "that still aint answer my question ma" as they eyed each other in lust.
Later on, that same lust that would emit from their naked bodies as they collided in passion on her king size bed, their clothes scattered around the room she welcomed him in.
Her friend dropped Tiana and Sefa off at her crib, already knowing what time it was when they couldn't keep their hands off each other in the backseat, making out. She smirked seeing them slightly staggering to the front door Tiana struggled to unlock, eventually doing so, and it was on from the moment they stepped foot in the house.
It took no time for him to be digging in her guts with that lengthy girth as she held onto him for dear life. Pounding her so good as her mangled screams bounced off the four walls while her own were being explored. The only sound that was just as loud was their skin clapping at a rhythm due to his fast paced, bottomless thrusts. He would barely even pull out before snapping his hips forward, driving back into her and making his balls slap against her hole.
His head was buried in her neck, whispering sweet nothings that coaxed even more of her nectar to soak his dick. "Shit, you like that? How I beat dat pussy up?" he grunted. She answered with more uncontrollable sounds of pleasure that made him lift his head up. "Nah that aint good enough, talk to me while I'm in yo shit" he snarled.
But she didn't have the strength to pronounce anything while having her soul snatched like this. And when he somehow speed up even more, it almost knocked the wind out of her. "Dick got you speechless huh?”
Shit, he was fucking her so hard the bed was rocking, with headboard hitting the wall like construction. He was workin on her pussy though, tearin it up. He had her back arched, toes curling about to pop, nails carving into his back surely to burn like hell when the hot water would hit it in the morning. But tonight the only thing hittin was his dickhead against her g-spot, over and over. She was about to explode as her fluttering eyes clamped shut, and her walls clamored around his massive flesh earning a deep groan from him. "Open that shit up and let it out, don't hold back."
"Fuuuck!!! Daddy!" she barely choked out before a series of stiff, rugged thrusts, stole her ability to speak. All he heard was blood-curdling screams before he pulled out, her hips lifting from the bed as she squirted projectiles at him with a squeal. Her body stiffened as her juices pushed out before subsiding.
He licked his lips with a laugh, "Damn I gotchu like dat?" amazement etched in his voice.
She panted, struggling to catch her breath, mind in a whirlwind leaving her light-headed, "oh my god! You missed me that much?"
He snickered, "you tryna joke huh? I’m tryna see how much you missed me too, so come ride this dick" he demanded, lying back on the bed. She was given no time to collect herself after being dicked down as he awaited her presence on top of that horse.
And gathered herself, watching him through hooded eyes still clouded by lust, sitting up and went to straddle him. Her manicured nails gripped his beefy mass to ease it through her slit while she lowered herself, taking every inch of him with her. "Mmph!...fuuuck!!" she gasped as he nudged that spot again, long and thick was a dangerous combination.
Flipping her hair over she palmed his chest, bouncing her ass at a slow but steady tempo to get adjusted to his size. She'd never had a dick this massive, whining about it in response. "You can take it…just like that” he coached lovingly as she rode him with agonizing whimpers, tediously stroking his pole up and down at a snails pace. He was a lot to take in, quite literally.
"Tell me how that feel baby" his voice dripped sweet honey nectar, sopped in a delicious desire.
"So fuckin good... you so big!"
“You got it baby, c’mere” he urged as she bent down, meeting his lips as they entangled sloppy with wet smacks from trading saliva. He hiked his legs up to pump her cunt a little faster. His hands groped her fat succulent flesh, giving it a couple harsh smacks before squeezing her ass. "Shit fat, who you get this thick for?"
She broke the kiss, "mmm, you daddy...f-fuck me harder" she begged.
"Thats whatchu want?" he asked, switching up the tempo before she could answer. His dick rammed through her at what felt like a hundred mph. Tiana unraveled at his torturous bliss as her mouth hung open, words lodged in her throat. Her lashes fluttered rapidly, eyes threatening to roll back into her head.
"This whatchu wanted huh?" Sefa goaded, fucking her hard and rough.
"Uh huh" she inhaled sharply.
"You gon cum fa daddy?"
"Yes! Yes!" she cried out weakly as he wrecked her insides with abandon. His arms entrapped her frame, holding her hostage. As she soon came, he chased after his climax with hurried strokes as his face relaxed, and his eyes clamped shut. He let out a low, guttural growl as released inside her, emptying his load with a gruff outcry, "uuggh shit!" His pumps slowed down, eventually stopping when he hollowed himself out.
They shared loud, short-winded breaths of exhaustion as she collapsed on his chest. He looked down at her, his fingers grazed her spine as he softly mumured, "how you like yo birthday gift?"
She smiled warmly, snuggling up against him, "I love it."
Mutual 🏷 : @trc-punzel @solefae @theninthwonder @empressdede @whatdoeseverybodywant
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Ooo please some fluff with Courtney Nevin, maybe the reader comforting court after the wc semis match or the other way round 🤷♀️
her support system┆彡 c. nevin
pairing: courtney nevin x reader
summary: after england lost against australia in the semi-finals, courtney becomes a wag, comforting the love of her life. lioness!reader
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you landed on your knees after the final whistle had been blown. australia had won the game making them move to the finals, while england had to compete for the bronze medal.
you looked at lucy, the one who took you under her wing when you first joined the senior camp at 16 years old. she gave you a soft smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
we were so close, you were tied with australia 3-3 until they scored a late tie breaker in the last minute of additional time in the second half. you wanted to do well, as it’s possibly her last world cup.
you felt someone sit beside you, as they pulled you into a hug. you felt the familiar smell of the shampoo, the love of your life uses.
“you did well, angel.” you hear courtney’s voice as you buried your head at the crook of her neck, the hot tears were falling out of your eyes. you felt her give you a comforting rub on the back, as she gave you a simple kiss on the head.
“now, can you look at me with those eyes?” you shook your head as she chuckled at your behavior. you lifted your head up to see her smile at you softly, filled with adoration.
she brought a hand to your face, as she wiped the tears away. you gave her a soft smile as she bopped your nose making you shove her hand away.
“there’s my pretty girl.” courtney said, as you hummed.
“let’s have dinner together?” you hummed, before giving her a soft nod.
“i guess i’ll see you later, angel.” you gave her a kiss on the cheek as she joined her teammates. you swiftly joined your teammates as you walked around the pitch together, strawberry kisses was playing in the background as you laughed.
the song has been stuck on your head, it was unbelievable. but when you arrived at your hotel room, you looked through your suitcase finding a nice white silk satin shirt that suited your black jeans.
you kept yourself busy by scrolling through tiktok, liking the ones that caught your interest before heading down to the hotel lobby. when you got there you saw courtney waiting, she was sitting on the one of the lobby’s chairs with paper flowers on her lap.
you gave her a soft smile before heading over to her, kissing her on the cheek as she gave you a soft smile. the dinner was simple, it wasn’t extravagant but it melted your heart.
you were walking along the sidewalk with courtney who intertwined your hands as you took a stroll. she had a picnic basket in her other hand that contained both of your favorite foods and drinks.
as you found a nice place in the park, she laid out a blanket before placing the basket on top. you both ate while watching the sunset, having minimal topics as you both wanted to enjoy the scenery in silence.
you laid your head on her chest, as she wrapped her arms around you. it was comfortable for you as you leaned back into her embrace.
“thank you, love.” you said, as she gave you a soft smile.
“always.” courtney said, as you hummed. you were so thankful of what she has done for you, and you appreciated the actions she showed you.
#courtney nevin#courtney nevin imagine#courtney nevin x reader#auswnt x reader#matildas x reader#woso imagine#woso x reader#woso one shot
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I’M HERE FOR THE TEA please can we see Mama Rosehearts seeing Trey again?? You know the boy she probably blames for leading her son astray with SUGAR 😆 maybe throw in the Clover siblings or Clover parents too? Only if you want to though!
Scalding hot tea to go with those banned strawberry tarts... 👀 (Not gonna lie though, it's so funny to me that Mrs. Rosehearts may see Trey, one of THE most normal and mild-mannered dudes in the main TWST cast, as some kind of twisted degenerate that peddles an addictive white powder to her child 🤡)
While writing this, I kept thinking of the passive aggressive dinner scene in Shrek 2 (that eventually turned into a full-blown food fight) 😅 Trey can be Shrek since he's green and Mrs. Rosehearts can be Fiona's dad since they're both protective parents-- (I decided to keep it to Trey, Riddle, and Mrs. Rosehearts! The rest of the Clover family would be a lot of people to account for in one interactions.)
Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.
Trey was used to cutting cakes, not cutting tension. The vice dorm leader job description had said nothing about the latter—yet here he was, newly saddled with the responsibility.
To his right was Riddle, forcing himself to maintain impeccable posture for afternoon tea. Back straight, head up, eyes forward, as he wove a teaspoon through a cup of warm liquid. Normally, he would slightly sweeten his tea with honey—but he went without it today, only stirring on reflex.
A ha-RUMPH! sounded as Riddle set the teaspoon down on his saucer. Their guest was disapproving, as Trey had expected. He gathered his strength and muttered a silent prayer to the Great Seven.
"Tea?" Trey offered the woman to his right, teapot at the ready.
Mrs. Rosehearts tapped a dagger-like nail against her arm. She had painted them a deep crimson, the exact shade of the red velvet cakes Patisserie Clover whipped up—though with the scathing expression she wore, Trey figured the last thing she wanted to hear about was baked goods. The woman looked like she was out for his blood, rich and oh-so-red.
"Okaaay, no tea then." Trey carefully returned the teapot to its spot and reached for a plate of the least sweet item avaliable. "How about a finger sandwich? We've got all different kinds of fillings, so just pick the one you like."
Mrs. Rosehearts didn't so much as pass the poor sandwiches a glance out of pity.
"Alright, I guess that's also a negatory?"
Her icy eyes bore into Trey, silently judging him. The tension thickened, turning heftier than a filling pea soup (though he doubted she was in the mood for any food at this point).
A hand reached over and plucked a sandwich from the top of the pile, staving off some rigidity in the air.
"Thank you, Trey." Riddle offered a small smile.
"You're very welcome. Don't eat it all up in one bite now. Remember to save some for everyone else," Trey joked light-heartedly. "You've got a smoked salmon on whole wheat there. I tossed the fish in lemon juice, salt, and pepper, then mixed it with a little cream cheese, dill, and minced onion."
"Is that right? It sounds delicious and healthy," Riddle said carefully, emphasizing the final word. He delicately nibbled at the crusts--still left on--while eyeing the contents of his teacup.
The table settled back into a stiff silence. Riddle staring at his drink, his mother staring at Trey, and Trey staring at the wall behind her. If he made eye contact, would she explode?
Trey rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. His hand came away damp with perspiration. He dared to say what was on everyone's mind.
"Well, uh... This is awkward."
There was an audibly sharp intake of breath. Riddle, paralyzed. His thumb pressed down hard on his sandwich, puncturing a hole in the bread.
"You're the eldest son of the bakers," Mrs. Rosehearts declared, her first utterance as prickly as thorns. "The boy who led my Riddle astray with sugar."
She makes it sound like I was peddling something way worse than what it actually was! It was only a slice of strawberry tart...
Trey bit back his protests and tried at a smile. He and Riddle had spent hours reviewing and rehearsing their game plan for this dreaded moment. "Don't challenge her, don't instigate," his dorm leader had instructed him. "Be agreeable. Lie if you must. Whatever it takes for us to come out of this encounter unscathed."
His had confidence wavered, worry in his big eyes. A flash of fear, and Trey saw the sad little child from years before, the fat tears that had been dribbling down Riddle’s contorted face. Sobbing, apologizing, pleading.
He had tipped his head and nodded. A mere card soldier obeying his queen. The line he parroted so often was spoken once more: “Yes, dorm leader.”
Trey reached within himself for the best he could manage. "It's nice to see you again, ma'am."
"If only I could say the same!!" Mrs. Rosehearts huffed dismissively. She then snapped, quick as a whip, to Riddle, who flinched. "It’s no wonder why you came home in such a sorry state for the holidays! I suspected it for a while now, but this confirms it. You’ve been reintroduced to bad influences at school."
“That’s not exactly…” Riddle trailed off, his voice weak. His mother continued to rant, undaunted.
“NRC has its fair share of students that cause trouble,” Trey confessed, tactfully cutting in. “Still, that’s to be expected of teenage boys."
“My Riddle rarely ever behaves in such a disrespectful manner,” Mrs. Rosehearts retorted. Rarely stung like a slap to the face. “Were it not for poor choices in friendship, he would never act out.
“Why a prestigious learning institution like Night Raven College would allow such riffraff in, I’ll never understand! They only ruin it for the others. It only takes one bad seed to spoil the whole bunch.”
She didn't name names, but it was clear who she was talking about from where she directed her intense gaze.
“I don’t know about spoiled apples, but bruised ones can still be used,” Trey pointed out, eager to divert the heated topic. “They don’t look the best, but they still taste fine. Bruised apples work for lots of recipes. Salads, sauces, ciders, jams..."
The smoked salmon sandwich slipped, falling into Riddle’s untouched tea. His eyes widened. Then Trey’s slowly followed. Both of them caught the misstep, their times staggered.
The scowl on Mrs. Rosehearts deepened, her crimson lips forming an almost bloody line. “You would just love to stuff my son with more of that sugary poison, wouldn’t you? Just like you’ve filled his head with your poisonous thoughts!!”
“What? No, I wouldn’t… I haven’t—” He instinctively pivoted to providing a defense, something to placate her.
It was an ill-advised mistake.
"Young man!!" Face red, she rose from her seat, slamming both hands on the table. The fine china and silverware clattered violently. "First you feed him that horrible junk food, then you've graduated to feeding him all these untruths!! You've done quite enough damage to my son."
He had one foot in the rabbit hole now, the situation spiraling into chaos. Trey braced himself against the verbal barrage, wincing as her volume climbed higher and higher, her features distorting from rage.
A part of him wanted to cry out. To argue, to shout. But fear clawed at his throat, seizing his tongue.
"Look where hanging around you has gotten him! He comes home over the winter break spouting nonsense—nonsense he no doubt picked up from you. I thought I had done all I could to rid us of the pests buzzing around him, but clearly even those efforts haven't been enough!"
"M-Mother, please... I can explain!" Riddle insisted, jumping up. His teacup wobbled, threatening to topple over and stain the table and rug. "I implore you, don't blame Trey--"
"A mother knows what's best for her child! I'll be speaking to the headmaster about this, and there WILL be some changes around here!"
Riddle recoiled, defeated. He balled his hands into fists on his lap—to stop them from shaking.
It's happening, Trey realized. Again, it's happening...
The edges of his vision blurring, his throat closing up. A distant memory of his parents profusely apologizing to a screaming woman. Riddle huddled behind her, in tears, tugging, begging to be heard. Him, standing frozen, unable to act.
"Riddle..." Trey made to place a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, but a protective arm blocked his path. He met the livid face of Mrs. Rosehearts.
"Don't you touch a hair on my son's head.”
His hand jerked back but refused to fall limp to his side. He frowned slightly, brows furrowing in hesitation.
But he pushed himself forward and tumbled deeper down the rabbit hole.
"With all due respect, ma'am," Trey said very evenly, "I get wanting to support and protect him, I really do. That's part of my job as his vice dorm leader—but Riddle doesn’t need it all the time. He’s not the fragile flower you seem to think he is.”
He was the thorns that warded off enemies. He was the stalk, morally upright and willful. He was the roots that burrowed deep and anchored the group.
He was anything but a rose.
“Frankly, I think you sorely underestimate how strong Riddle really is,” Trey continued. He must be, if he has the courage to speak up for me when I couldn’t do the same for him. “I don’t mean just in magic either. He has the will of a queen too.”
Mrs. Rosehearts drew back, positively appalled. Her nostrils flared. "And just what are you insinuating?!"
Shock replaced the delicate discomfort on Riddle’s face. “Trey, you…”
“Ahahah… Sorry, Riddle.” He passed his friend a faint smile. “I guess I couldn’t help but meddle this time. I broke my promise to you. My bad.”
“No, don’t be.” His response was quiet, like the trace of a whisper on a breeze.
“I understand now. It’s not the school that needs changing, but you,” Mrs. Rosehearts snarled, jabbing an accusatory finger at Trey. “I’ll have you expelled from this school!! You won’t ever be put in a position where you can sink your venomous fangs into my…"
"Stop, mother...!!"
"Riddle?" Mrs. Rosehearts looked expectantly at her son. She had stiffened, the fire in her eyes now petrified to stone.
He hesitated under her gaze.
"... Hey. It's okay. You've got this," came a soft voice from beside him. From Riddle's right, his right-hand man. "No one else can speak for you but yourself."
Riddle swallowed. He tried to maintain his cool, but his words came out shaky.
"Mother, I..." He stopped and started again. "You may see Trey as a villain, someone who leads children astray from the good and morally righteous path with a house of sweets. But that's not what he is.”
Riddle remembered the scene well.
In a garden of rose hedges… Collars turned into fluttering playing cards. Then the pitch black had consumed him. A light he had reached for. The hand that had reached back. Someone calling out to him, panicked.
That person was…
"At my darkest moment, Trey was there to stop me from sinking lower than I already had. When I sought a hand in the void, it was he who reached back for me. His hand is what pulled me up when I was down.
“For that, I will always be grateful, no matter what you may think of him. He is worthy of standing by my side as Heartslabyul’s vice dorm leader. That is my decision—a decision acknowledged by all.”
His mother bristled. "You would side with this… this boy over me? Your mother? Your family?"
“I’m suggesting that raising a complaint to the headmaster wouldn’t change the circumstances. He, too, is aware of Trey’s merits as my second-in-command and would wish for him to stay.”
Riddle shared a small, knowing smile with his friend. Indeed, Crowley had been present for the debacle—and indeed, he would promote their support of one another. To save face and reputation. (“Wh-What nonsense is this!! Of course my students are well-mannered and cooperative! What would make you think anything less of them?!”)
“Clever,” Trey mouthed.
“Well, I never!!” Mrs. Rosehearts huffed, abruptly rising from her seat. “The depths of depravity know no bounds!! To think you’ve magically convinced the entire school that you’re good…!!l
“I’ll do my best to show you my good points too, ma’am,” Trey replied. He couldn’t stop a smirk from making its way onto his lips. “After all, everyone at NRC’s like a diamond in the rough. All they need’s their time to shine.“
At this, Riddle coughed into a fist to conceal choked laughter. “… Yes, one could say such a thing. Rest assured, mother; I’m in good hands. There is no learning institution more fit for me than here.”
At our Night Raven College.
#twst#twisted wonderland#Riddle Rosehearts#twisted wonderland interactions#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#disney twisted wonderland#Trey Clover#NRC Family Day#twst interactions#twst scenarios#twst imagines
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I know saying this will probably get me attacked, so that's why I've gone anon.
Ever since the Selen incident, fans have been attacking each other and the livers. Magically, out of nowhere!! Drama and rumors and shit about the livers start to appear!! Like, you guys were willing to look past it before, now you're latching onto it like it's your last dying breath?
Like the livers' past lives. It's in the past, leave it alone. Okay, some things arent forgiven as easy but now you bring it up to smack them in the face with it. You guys weren't causing such an issue back then. Now when someone comes along, spouting whatever they want, you doubt them almost instantly.
Everyone is like, "why can't they leave? It's so simple to regain all your followers and stuff"
Do you ever think Nijisanji manipulates them into staying? Saying, "you will never get the same amount of followers unless you stay" or bargaining with them. That can totally happen. They mentally abused Selen, it's possible they do it with the other livers too. Maybe theyre too scared to venture out of the company.
That's their job by the way. That's how they get money. Nijisanji practically provided everything to them, so why wouldn't they take that? Benefits. Easy and fun. Everyone is like, "oh, but if i were them, I would NEVERRR". Dude. Money runs the world, I'm sorry to burst your bubble. Sometimes, things like this test your morals and your needs and it's hard to decide. "They have so much money though" that shit runs out QUICK. Bills, taxes, buying food, insurance + car insurance, etc. Maybe they're afraid of losing it all.
That's something they're used to. Imagine, ever since this exploded, you turn your life upside down because of an incident you probably had no clue about. Maybe they did know. We don't know. What if they decide to graduate? A lot of graduates at once? Obviously nijisanji would never, probably squeezing them out one by one. Clinging onto them for dear life. I'm sure the livers feel upset for what happened, but what can they do in particular? Quit the company? I suppose, but like I stated before, it's ot as easy as you guys make it. Maybe they are planning to graduate soon, but too scared of what's happening to do so. Their image is fragile, if someone says something and others believe them, it spreads like a wildfire. Like for example, Scarle. She liked that one comment (probably thought it was funny or she even agreed), it got blown up, and they struck her down immediately. People spread that screenshot, and I'm sure Scarle DID NOT want that in fear of what the company would do, and boom. Nijisanji could also totally plant the worse kinds of shit onto people. They could be lying about anything and everything. Leaving little crumbs for you guys to eat up. What can I say, drama also gets more views, unfortunately.
Okay, this will probably get some backlash. Doki. Listen, I think shes cool, not a huge die hard fan, but her fans? Oh my god they are willing to do ANYTHING. Some of them probably weren't her fans until recently. They hound after everyone and anyone. Maybe that wasn't Doki's intentions, maybe they were, but who the hell knows anymore? I dont know her personally, you dont know her personally, no one knows anyone personally. She seems sweet, directing her anger towards the COMPANY, so why are you directing it to the LIVERS as well? because they said something about the LIVERS bullying her? Why would they even admit that? Seems kinda shady. They wouldnt have never admitted that, unless they had some sort of motive, which they probably did. Nijisanji is the one with the strings, and the livers are their puppets, sadly. (Ahem the explanation video with Vox and Ike and elira and everyone. They purposely made them do it knowing they were the most popular, and hey, what can losing a couple thousand of followers do? they are still one of the top ones, still can get some money out of them! Maybe using them will make OUR image look better! It didnt. Or maybe that wasnt their goal. Who knows?) Its just ever since we found out what happened, I've been keeping my distance from Doki and the other livers as well. Because everything seems skeptical, theres so much to believe and not to believe. There isn't enough information. Doki might be using her followers as an advantage? Taking down the branch (not niji jp as well because they did nothing wrong) also hurts the livers too. Maybe the livers secretly want that to happen. I'm sure some don't, because there goes the money. Everything revolves around money. You can't convince me someone without money isnt happy. I know that seems kinda bullshit, but what can I say?
It just pisses me off how people are so quick to turn against each other and their so called "oshis", only believing one side of the story over the other. And the people who hate or dislike certain livers, are EATING THIS UP. EXPOSE, EXPOSE, EXPOSE! This is like a field day with them, and I'll be damned if they're arent taking total advantage over it. I see you mfs. For example, Luca's ex? She obviously dislikes (probably despises) Luca, and that's why she came out and said what she said. With everything that's happening, everyone doubting each other, she did what she did. Why wouldnt she? All the attention on her, making Luca lose a bit of followers out of spite, making the lucubs turn against each other, maybe some sort of fame for herself. I particularly didn't believe her for a second, because to me she seemed a bit mentally... challenged.
I know Doki is the most "relatable" in a sense, I dont know a specific word for it, like, you guys feel the need to protect her, and willing to do anything. "She almost killed herself, we believe her over anyone else!" Type of attitude. All I'm trying to say is to keep an open mind. That everything might not be what it seems to be.
Sorry for the long rant, I really needed to get that out ^-^"
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Positivity Night Shout Out
This is for @withahappyrefrain 's Positivity Night. What a great idea! I hope I did this correctly Abby.
I follow a number of creators and some of them even follow me back! It's been a great experience and so here is some appreciation and good vibes...thanks Abby for doing this!
In no particular order and some with a lil blurb lagniappe as I've gotten to know them. This is long but ya know, I'm not at the Oscars on a time limit so read it or keep scrolling past. Your choice.
@blooming-violets aka @eatbrainsfordinner gave me some great advice when I first joined on how not to get blocked due to blog appearance and has an amazing library of fics that sent me down a rabbit hole. Plus in possession of a side-holding you will fall out of your chair sense of humor. Laughter can give us hope and I know that some of her comment/replies just put me in a better frame of mind.
@liz-allyn whose mob!peter fic Sugar and Vice (all of her work really) just blows me away. If you haven't got Honey, life just isn't sweet at all at all. All her content just radiates emotion. Depth. It's all there.
@webslingingslasher such a talent and so very very kind to everyone. Am enthralled with nerd!peter/frat!peter. I have no clue where the late night sleepover energy comes from though. I am in awe.
@sincericida no one tops her blog for Andrew Garfield content. No one. I check it more frequently than I do the daily news. Could get lost for days with the top tier content. A real sweetheart, too. Always answers asks.
@luvablehand a winsome writer with great imagination. Absolutely love that there is an updated list of WIPs on the blog so I know what is coming.
@periprose Nice blogger and her Peter Parker is adorable. Completed chapter fic Florence is great.
@theradioactivespidergwen aka @she-likesorchids great writer across multiple fandoms and great wit. We share a love of various sandwiches, know that dressing is superior to stuffing, and think sweater weather is amazing. It's glorious.
@reidslovely haunting haunting writing that stays with me. Love our interactions when I have questions about a story/plot/character. Has been writing more mob!peter and I am a member of the mob!peter fan club for life.
@loveroftoomanyfandoms I came for the Peter Parker fics and somehow acquired a Matt Murdock on the hot guy keyfob. Personality shines through on her blog and is such a joy. ((HUGS)) Always love interacting and living vicariously through the 'where is Charlie this week' adventures. (Couple more months and he's going to be eating some mighty fine food in NOLA) Our food chats have been awesome and when food found it's way as the theme in a story, well I cannot say enough about how enjoyable that's been.
@p3mybeloved another great Spider-man fandom creator. Read on here and AO3.
@ficthots writes for the fandom that is number one in my heart (TASM) and LIghtning Bugs makes me cry but it's that good kind of tears.
@delicate-dorothea sweet sweet writing that is addictive to read. Really looking forward to continuing to read and follow.
@backtothefanfiction someone I just started following but wow, am currently enthralled with a multi chapter mob!peter fic (The Angel In The Garden Of Evil) that has blown me away. Been a lot of fun to follow the character arcs and the twists and turns. Love writing essays for this creator when I reblog because the back and forth has been wonderful and enriching. I know the longer series can be so hard to write and maintain but they are a feast when you can find them. I've had a front row seat and am looking forward to more works in the future.
@helloheyhihowdyheya Love her works. Reading Rose Thorn Blues right now, and if asked to pick a fave out of the masterlist of Spider-man fics I'm not sure I could because they're all my babies.
@thursdaygxrls so much imagination in her writing, love it and love all the fics. Am currently following two: Thin Ice and Infrunami.
@withahappyrefrain Abby, whose Peter Parker won me over from the get go and then wrote TGM fics that added more hot male characters to the keyfob. Perfect sense of humor, never afraid to call out haters, and you just glow with sunshine and flowers right when I need it most. Big hugs and a shout out.
Other bloggers reblogging content is how I ran across many of you listed above so readers and content creators: reblog whatever you enjoy because it's really what keeps Tumblr active and engaging. When I'm not writing, I'm enjoying what others create and the inspiration and encouragement and words you share is wonderful and thank you for the effort you put into what you do!
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Happy Birthday Rook!
The title is lame, I can't think of anything right now and I wanted to write this down before I forgot about it. Plus, Rook is in my top tier of favorites in Twisted Wonderland. It's just a shot and I tried to write him out the best I could, he may be a bit OOC. ^^;; and I'm late because I was trying to get his card... I do have a picture of the gift of how I envisioned in the story.
Rating: Rated E for everyone
Relationship: Rook Hunt x F!Prefect/Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
“Alright Rook! Thank you again for doing this birthday interview for the school paper!”
The Prefect said politely with a smile on her lips with the vice warden from Pomefiore sitting across from her. The enigmatic hunter, known as Rook Hunt, flashed her a dazzling smile as his hands flourished. “Non non! Thank you for coming to the party! Surprise parties are lovely things! Putting forth unstinting effort simply to make another person happy... How very noble! Especially when I heard you and Grim were invited!”
They both stood up, Rook in his birthday outfit while the Prefect in her school uniform, her ghost camera hanging around her neck. Pushing the notepad she took her notes on in a pocket inside her jacket. She scratched the back of her head in chagrin as they were walking out of another lounge that was empty. Vil had offered it to her when she asked him if there was a place to do her interview. “Not much of a surprise when you found out about it.”
Grim, for all his awareness, had accidentally revealed it when talking to Epel while Rook was searching for his underclassman. There was the comment of giving Grim a bath in order to put a toe into Pomefiore. Said upperclassman had offered a few shampoos for Grim’s fur when he came around the corner, startling everyone involved.
“The party and the effort everyone put in is still merveilleux! For people born near and far to spend time together in one place. That is the real surprise Trickster! What more could one ask for their birthday?” They walked down a hallway towards the party, the closer they got, the louder it got. “Well, your own personal art museum?” She asked, causing Rook to laugh, “that would be nice, but the true beauty lies for those that have gathered to celebrate moi! The evanescence of today shall be one I shall never forget!”
He quickly turned on his heel, capturing her hand in one of gloved ones. His green eyes caught hers as a slight blush covered her cheeks. “Prefect, would you be willing to use your ghost camera to capture this incredible scene of everyone celebrating on my behalf for posterity? It would be a wonderful birthday present.” She nodded enthusiastically as he gave her his très bien as he strided into his party, a roar of cheer echoed through the dorm. Leaving her behind as she stopped and watched.
Oh who was she kidding? She thought, a little mouse like her? A nobody from another world, magicless at that. Her hand pinched through the hole of uniform shirt, solidifying the fact she had nothing and probably wasn’t much to look at. Tucking it into her black skirt, she sighed forlornly. Shaking her head, she placed a smile on her face, walking in to see everyone gathered around his cake. Readying her camera from the entrance way, he turned her way just in time, shooting her a wink as soon as the candles were blown out. Her heart raced as her cheeks reddened to the color of Riddle’s hair.
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“Why do I have ta stay? It’s not my dorm! I was invited!” Grim griped as the Prefect made him stay to help with the cleanup of the party with her. It was rude to just party and leave. She had him pull off the tablecloths off the tables as she had gathered the flower vases. “Hey, you ate the food, so you got to pay for it in labor.”
“When did you become Azul? Vil said we could leave!” He yowled, but complied as he followed another underclassman to the laundry to take care of the tablecloths that were dragging behind him. She sighed, relieved that he listened rather than fuss. Just as she was about to move the vases, one of the Pomfiore students called out to Vil, “I think I found a present that got lost!” There in the classmate’s hand was a crudely newspaper wrapped present. It was long for a package, but not that wide.
The tag hung off the side of it with Rook’s name. It didn’t have a from on there, but a glance from the handwriting caused the housewarden to sign. “Prefect, I believe this is from you?” Vil raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her, which caused her to have a sudden interest in the drapes. “Don’t deny it, I know your handwriting after seeing it at Ramshackle.” He delicately handed the present to her. “Rook is in his room, go take it to him.”
He didn’t broker any argument as he resumed his duties and told what needed to be done before it was lights out for the dorm. Keeping her package close to her chest to avoid anyone else saying anything about it, she walked herself down the hallways to Rook’s door.
It could wait until tomorrow, he was probably in the process of cleaning his face and going to bed. She didn't want to be rude, even if Vil told her in his own way. Before she could even turn around to go back, the door clicked open to reveal Rook. She stood awkwardly until he gave her a small smile.
"Ah Prefect! I thought I heard someone around my door! Please come in!" He pushed his door open a bit further and beckoned her inside of it. Bows and arrows were displayed on the wall, a pair of binoculars on the desk next to an apple lamp, and his hat hanging proudly by his bed. In the corner of her eye, she could see a bit of wallpaper loosen from the wall to show some photographs. Pomefiore's traditional colors are shown proudly in it.
"Please sit, make yourself comfortable. I just got done putting away the gifts from the party. But I don't think I put away all of them non?" The Perfect sat on his bed, he nodded towards the newspaper parcel. Her heart raced, trying to shield it from his sharp gaze. "One was stuck behind some place and someone saw it. Vil asked me to bring it up, but I think it can wait tomorrow-!"
His footfalls were silent as he was in front of her. Her gaze was not on him as he gently took her chin between his fingers. "It's right in your hands Trickster, we can see who it is from now. May I see it?" Holding his gaze steady, she placed it in his other hand. His hand moved from her chin, carefully removing the tag. His eyes lit up when he saw the chicken scratch of his name on the tag, immediately knowing whose handwriting it was.
He sat next to her on the bed, unwrapping her present from him. Taking his time, he took the tape off to open it to reveal a branch in the shape of a bow with the bowstring. It still had little sprouts along it with leaves, with a hand grip wrapped in a soft purple fabric. As he was marveling at it, the arrow fell onto the floor. The Perfect bent over and placed it in his lap.
"The branches were from the apple trees from the courtyard that Crowley had me go and clean up after a storm. Thought it was pretty cool." She tapped the arrowhead on the arrow itself. "My brother showed me how to sharpen rocks to tie onto sticks when we were little. The feathers are from the crows around campus." The more she talked, the more she felt on edge as he hadn't said anything to her through the examination of them. "It's really more of a decoration than an actual purpose set. But I thought of you when I saw the shape of the branch and it's applewood! Since Pomefiore has the Fairest Queen had an apple motif and…" she sighed, stopping herself.
"If you don't like it, I totally get it. Pretty basic and I don't know if it's usable. I was just thinking of a way it could be symbolic of your time here since you'll be gone next year." She stood up and pulled the best picture of the party she promised Rook. "And there's the picture I promised, I personally think it is the best one out of the ones taken!"
She cheerfully said, hoping the picture would justify her gift. "Just don't let the headmage know. But I wanted to tell you happy birthday again, I hope it was a wonderful day for you!" Standing up, she placed the picture in his lap, emerald eyes watching her as she turned her back to walk out of his room.
Well… she would have if it hadn't been for something was knocked back and flying by her ear! The Prefect squealed in terror when she saw the arrow she had made was now embedded in the door frame. It was unexpected, she didn't think he would launch one inside! Her body slid down the door in shock, hand over her heart.
"Ah beautè! The way it flew! Merveilleux!" He started going on in French, at least she assumed Twisted Wonderland's version of French. From her guess, it was about how wonderful it was. He placed the bow on the bed, he scooped up the startled Prefect effortlessly and set her on the bed. "I don't think I could possibly use this for the decoration! It is perfect for shorter distances!"
Eh… it was intended for decoration, she didn't think it would actually launch! Oh Savanaclaw wasn't going to be happy that she gave the school stalker a functional bow! "I haven't seen a bow made of applewood. It still retains its natural beauty! It is truly a thoughtful and memorable gift I have received here! Thank you, Prefect!"
His arms were around her as he hugged her. Her heart once again pushed into overdrive as it drummed loudly in her ears. This man was going to be the death of her if this kept up! Her face was hot as he let go of her and placed her gift on his desk. "I'll have to mount it later." He pulled the arrow out of the frame and let it join its partner.
"But I do have a small problem." His eyes narrowed as he focused on her. "While the picture did capture the spirit of the party, not everyone is in it."
"I don't know what you mean? I tried to get everyone in the picture, there were so many and-!" Rook was back in her space, a finger over her lips. "You aren't in the photo Trickster."
Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling it away carefully. "I'm sorry, I was behind the camera. I wouldn't be able to get a good one if I tried it the way Cater does it."
His hand touched the strap of her ghost camera, "you could make it up right now. Just a picture of you, for my eyes only. I know you hate having your picture taken. Always the elusive one Trickster." He spoke softly, his eyes having some mirth in them.
She sighed, "okay, one picture Rook since it is your birthday. I don't think my arms are long enough to take it." The Prefect handed the camera to him as he gladly took it from her. The other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as he readied the camera. His arm outstretched, his finger was on the button ready.
"Come closer, I won't bite, Trickster. There we go. We'll go on three."
"One." His arm slid up from her waist to her shoulders, forcing her cheek closer to his.
"Two." He flashed a smile to the camera which she followed in suit, shifting her focus on the camera. His hand ready and watching her in the corner of his eye.
"Three." The last moment his fingers guided her face towards his. The flash from the camera's bulb caught Rook and his beloved Trickster in a kiss. As the picture printed out, he smiled. Touching his forehead to hers.
"A perfect ending to a wonderful day. Your heart beating like a drum during the climax for my perfect ending for my day!" He sighed dreamily, "I have been longing to kiss your lips, always having to restrain myself when I first saw you chew on them while deep in thought during class."
"Wait, you can hear my heart?"
"If the lovely flush on your face is an indication, I would say it is beating against your rib cage like a trapped bird!" She groaned as she tried to give her face, mortified. "Non non! Don't hide such beauty from me! I have longed to be this close to be near it."
The camera and picture were set down on the bed, his hands engulfing hers. "The spirit behind it has enamored me, more so after the VDC! But if you do not believe me." He led her hand over to his chest, right over his heart. "My heart crescendos at the mere sight of you! Your-!"
She quickly covered his mouth. "Rook, if you keep this up, I may beat Riddle’s shade of red. My little heart can't take it."
He chuckled, "it would be a shade I would adore!" Rook leaned in close to her, "remember when you had asked if I could have whatever I wanted?"
"A personal museum?" She replied.
"Yes mon petit lapin, but you would be the crown gem of it all." Pulling away, he had that gleam in his eye when he had his quarry. "A masterpiece among the artworks! As such, would you grant your humble hunter one last wish on the day of his birth?"
Nodding, she asked, "what could I give you that you don't have already?"
"The one thing this hunter does not have. Your heart." A genuine smile broke across her face as she pecked his lips. "It's yours."
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Alright I just watched a disastrous date go down at the restaurant I was in (woman getting the cold shoulder from the wait staff after asking if her date left while she was in the restroom) so now I gotta know your ramen story, pretty please ☕️ ☕️
LMAO???
Alright so uh, sit down for this one I guess.
Picture me a few months ago. It was still warm out, I was a bit lonely, I go on tinder. I end up striking up a nice conversation with someone who seemed very similar to me. Third culture kids have very unique lifestyles so when we find each other we tend to cling, especially when that person grew up in the same general area you did and came from the same general parent culture. This was what got us talking in the first place.
The guy seemed nice, okay? Articulate, funny, approachable, and easy to keep a conversation with (which is rarer than the diamond itself for the tinder population, who communicate so little it makes me wonder if I missed a telepathy patch somewhere). So I thought hey, why the hell not, right? Let's go to dinner.
I'm a really big meat-eater who can and has eaten everything from chicken hearts to beef tongue and I enjoyed both of them. My dad's side of the family are cattle ranchers in a province only known for two things: oil and beef. I grew up in the part of the middle east that consumes some form of spiced meat in every damn meal, snack, and candy. I was doomed from the start, bro. No part of me could even be vegetarian. I order my steak blue rare at the places that let me. I drink tall glasses of milk with every dinner. I buy family sizes of meat cuts at the grocery store for myself.
No word of a fucking lie, my mom kept this baby book writing down milestones and personality quirks with me, and under the section that says "my favourite food is..." it just says "MEAT: ALL" underlined 3 times. I was meant to be some kind of obligate carnivore but god decided to curse me for my hubris by placing my soul in the body of an omnivorous ape.
Anyway. I suggest ramen for dinner because it's a good crowd pleaser thats really hard to fuck up for a first date. I mean, who doesn't like noodle soups? I usually order it with pork belly, but I was really craving beef that night so I ordered beef ramen with extra beef and a fried egg on top with a cup of green tea
Apparently, this was an issue.
I thank the waiter and he heads off with our orders. I am greeted by a facial expression i can only describe as "moral fury disguised as vague disappointment."
I immediately start getting an earful about how disgusting it is to eat animal flesh and how I should be ashamed of myself for promoting "speciesism" while calling myself an anti-racist. "Speciesism" was a term I have never heard before that day, and I still think it's fucking stupid to compare eating meat to full-blown racism.
I start pointing out that I have no issue with how he decides to eat, but it's a massive overstep of personal boundaries and a very presumptive and self-righteous move to act like he had any right to tell someone else how to eat. Plus, the shit he was spouting about livestock rearing and byproduct sourcing were straight up untrue and made up by PETA. Plus, I hate to break it to him, but cows are not humans. They aren't. They just aren't, and if he can't understand that then he shouldn't be taking care of them and he definitely shouldn't be acting like he should.
I am not the most held back individual when it comes to these things. I have a big blunt mouth and I don't have much of a concept of a filter. I acknowledge that about myself and try my hardest to only argue things i have immediate credible evidence for, because I know that I always come off as emotionally-charged because of my big blunt mouth. But oh, oh boy. Oh man did he not like that.
The argument keeps escalating and escalating until our food gets served. He decides to make a very exaggerated barf gesture at the beef and egg in my bowl. C'mon, bro. But you wanna be petty? Alright, I can be petty too. I looked him dead in the eye while I picked out chunks of only egg and beef with my chopsticks and ate it. I made constant comments on how good the meat was and how much I loved the texture and juiciness of it. He gave me a very charged silent treatment the whole time.
We mutually ghosted each other after that night.
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Weekend wonderings: Madames stupendous Sunday.
2pm was the time Madame had let me know she was on the way. I waited dutifully outside so that I could welcome her by kissing her feet and parking her car. 20 min waiting under the sun got me sweating a little. She arrived I ran up to her car door and knelt to ask to kiss her foot hello. Her face recoiled 'ewww' I was blown away she didn't want me to I looked up at her as she got out of her car she was of course wearing gorgeous heels ' ug fine just my shoe then'
In the first 5 min of her being there she had already stamped her authority on me and set the tone for the rest of the day.
Going inside after parking her car and taking her bags out. Walking into the kitchen seeing James and Madame in flirty embraces and laughing her arms around his neck his hands around her waist. Looking back at me with a face of disgust !put those in my room and get me wine and what are you doing dressed like that'
( I was in short shorts and a tank top)
I got changed well undressed to be specific so just in my collar naked.
The next 30 to 40 min was just them on the couch kissing laughing talking about thier weeks and work etc I was standing on call for anything they needed I did try speak once or twice Madame shut me down with a look making it quite clear that I'm to be invisible untill needed. And when I was needed she just pointed to what she wanted or held her glass out. Doing her very best to make as little contact with me as possible.
When it came time for some snacks, I prepared a few finger snacks earlier so I brought them out, Madame took an olive and fed it to James then took one for her and lazily threw a square of cheddar cheese on the floor. 'That's for you no hands' I nodded knelt and ate my piece of cheese. Madame basically kept me moving around for the next 20 min throwing food on the floor me kneeling to fetch it the getting her and James drinks.
The sheen of sweat that the running around had caused wasn't unnoticed. And I got another 'ewwww that's disgusting' Madame had found my weak spot for the night she could see her words had broken me I looked down deflated and hunched over. (James did give me a look and a wink to check if I was ok I just blinked slowly with a small smile.
I can't remember when exactly but I was all of a sudden in Madames crosshairs I was the center of attention and OMG.
I was called pathetic a whore slut useless. I got grilled with questions on why I couldn't satisfy James why I had begged for her to do it why I admitted to her about what a slut I was. Again each word and question tore at me like a ragged blade.
Through my tears I could see Madame sitting on James lap grinding on his cock they were kissing deeply I could see James hands running up her back lifting her top I could also see I was definitely not a thought in thier minds.
In the bedroom James and Madame were on the bed I was standing in the corner I think Madame was on her 3rd or 4th orgasm when James looked at me. ' fuck your fingers slut' as Madame laughed and changed position to face me we watched each other cum her in an orgasmic daze riding my boyfriends cock his hands on her breasts. Me standing in the corner of my own bedroom watching my boyfriend and my friend gain pleasure from each other while using my fingers in my cunt to gain a portion of thier pleasure.
I don't remember much after that. I know Madame saw my new boots and said that I didn't deserve such pretty presents.
She left on Monday morning this time she expected me to kiss her shoe while she and James kissed goodbye
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Love and Fury
Chapter Preview: She would walk over to Félix’s stand so he’d be with her when she announced that her drink had been tampered with. Since she’d only accepted drinks from Félix all night, he would be able to attest to the fact that she hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, Cicero might try to shift the blame onto him, but his other victims were milling around the party. There was no way Pepa would allow Cicero to get away with accusing Félix.
TW: Sexual Assualt, Attempted Rape, Drink Tampering
CW: Drinking
If you are enjoying the story but the TW applies to you, the next chapter will reiterate the important plot points without any graphic depictions. Just be aware this is technically the stories climax.
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Chapter 28 Can't Spell Party Without "Trap"
“How about a drink?” Cicero asked.
All Leandra heard was “How about I drug you and carry out your worst nightmare?”
Thankfully, she had practiced her response, “Oh, definitely! Félix is going to give mixing drinks a try tonight and I promised I’d try one of everything, let’s go.”
“Mixing drinks? I had no idea he was into that sort of thing?” Cicero asked, following her to Félix’s table.
“Meh, you know how it is, he read about it in a book and thought it might be fun to give it a go,” Leandra shrugged, then smiled brightly at her friend as they approached, “Hey! You all ready?”
“Sí,” Félix smiled at them both, managing to look like he was happy to see them, “What would you like to try first?”
He set out the menu he’d prepared and Cicero let out a low whistle, “That’s more drinks than I was expecting.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be trying any of the other drink stands tonight,” Leandra agreed, “I probably won’t have time.”
Which was the plan.
“You should have plenty of food, though,” Félix said, “and water too.”
Leandra nodded, “Bien, I’ll start at the top and work my way down. Don’t let me forget to get a drink of water between each one.”
“You got it, I got water back here as well, so you can just come back after you’ve finished your drink and I’ll make sure of it,” Félix started mixing the drink, and Leandra was kind of impressed despite the situation. He’d actually practiced for this.
“There you go, and you parcero?”
“The same thing, I suppose,” Cicero shrugged.
There was the barest bit of tension on Félix’s face as he nodded, but Leandra managed to keep Cicero distracted while Félix mixed so he wouldn’t notice that Félix used a different bottle of tequila than what he’d grabbed for Leandra.
Hers was just water.
They milled about as the town square continued to fill up and Leandra kept her promise to Félix, never wandering out of his sight. She ate food, danced, and socialized, all while waiting for Cicero to make his move.
Cicero, for his part, didn’t drink as much as she was used to from him. He took his time on the first drink, skipped the second, and then took even longer on the third.
“I had no idea you could hold your liquor so well,” he remarked, when Leandra was getting started on drink number four.
“Oh, since I’m supposed to be taste testing, mine have less booze,” she said, mentally cursing herself for not acting drunk. Food and water breaks could only do you so much good.
“Ah, smart,” Cicero nodded, “well, let me know if it starts to be too much. I’ll make sure you get home safe.”
She giggled to hide her nerves, “That’s so sweet.”
She did her best to act a bit tipsy after that, even though she was sort of worried it’d be too late. What if she’d blown it? What if Cicero had realized she was taking safety precautions, what if he’d figured out she was on to him?
There was another problem, one that neither Leandra nor Félix had considered when they were making their plan. She was drinking a lot of water, a lot.
When Leandra received drink number five, seconds after chugging down the water Félix had given her, she immediately handed it to Cicero.
“Can you hold this? I need to powder my nose,” she said, even as she was already walking towards the nearest house which was allowing party goers to use their restroom.
“Sí, I’ll look after it,” he called after her.
When Leandra came back she accepted the drink from him, “Hm, getting drunk might be the least of my worries if I keep drinking.”
Cicero nodded, chuckling, “You might have to slow down, it’ll be hard to enjoy the party if you’re racing off to the lady’s room every five minutes.”
She giggled and agreed, then took a sip of her drink. She hesitated a while before swallowing it, pretending that she was testing out the flavor. Cicero had been alone with her drink for a good few minutes, if he was going to drug her…
Leandra swallowed it, then smiled at him serenely.
“How is it?”
“Hm, not as good as the second one, but better than the third or fourth.”
“Does that mean it’s on the same level as the first drink?”
“I’d say so.”
She took another sip and forced herself to drink it at a perfectly normal pace. The last thing she wanted to do was make it obvious that she suspected there was anything wrong with the drink.
“What do you want to do next?” Cicero wrapped an arm around her waist and began leading her around the square.
“They’re about to make the announcement? Right? About the winner?”
“Ah, so they are, let’s go,” he drew her over to the small crowd already forming around the crates.
They chatted with the other onlookers, as they waited. People gathered around as the announcement drew closer. As Julieta climbed on top of the crates, Leandra realized she couldn’t see Félix from her place in the crowd.
She continued to slowly sip her drink, applauding with the rest of the town as third, then second place were awarded. When Señor Matisse won, just like Bruno said he would, she cheered for him and even waved when he thanked her for her help with the cheese.
After his speech, everybody crowded around him to congratulate him and Leandra handed her empty glass to Cicero.
She needed to get back to somewhere Félix could see her.
“I’m going to powder my nose again, I’ll meet you by Félix’s table,” she told Cicero, then fought her way out of the crowd.
Félix was standing at the edge of the crowd and she relaxed marginally when she saw him. He smiled at her reassuringly, and she smiled back then pointed at her planned destination. She waited for his nod before heading to the restroom. This time she used the one that was right behind Félix’s stand, so she would be close to him when she was done.
It started to hit her while she was washing her hands.
Leandra leaned on the sink and blinked down at the faucet for a few seconds. She had wondered what it would feel like, if she would even notice it when it started.
It felt a lot like being drunk. If she hadn’t been drinking virgin cocktails all night, she wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between the drug and the alcohol, except for the fact that once the drug hit, it came on much quicker.
Leandra splashed some water on her face and patted her cheeks. It was time.
She would walk over to Félix’s stand so he’d be with her when she announced that her drink had been tampered with. Since she’d only accepted drinks from Félix all night, he would be able to attest to the fact that she hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, Cicero might try to shift the blame onto him, but his other victims were milling around the party. There was no way Pepa would allow Cicero to get away with accusing Félix.
She took a deep breath and exited the bathroom, walking through the house and smiling in greeting at the people gathered inside. For the sake of her dignity, she was tempted to try and look normal, but the point was to have people witness her being drunk without alcohol, so she allowed herself the luxury of pausing and leaning on a wall when a wave of light-headedness almost overwhelmed her.
She was feeling kind of dizzy by the time she got through the front door, but that was ok. She could see Félix from here. Although…
“All better?”
Cicero was not waiting at Félix’s table.
“Oh, you’re here,” Leandra turned to him, then regretted turning so quickly.
“You alright, princesa?” Cicero asked, voice low.
“I think I need a drink of water,” she said, turning back around to walk towards Félix.
“Bien, how about you have a seat and I’ll get you some water,” Cicero said, cutting her off and gesturing at the porch chair behind her.
While the house had a few people inside, the yard was empty, except for the occasional passerby on their way to or from the square. And the chair he was gesturing at was tucked into a corner behind a large potted plant. She honestly might not have noticed it if he hadn't pointed it out to her.
“That’s ok, I need to let Félix know I’m not going to be drinking anymore anyways,” she tried to step around him, but he blocked her path.
“Really princesa, I insist, you’re looking quite pale.”
“Félix has a chair, I can sit with him while I recover,” her words were beginning to slur together.
“Perhaps it would be better if I just took you home,” Cicero said, as he grabbed her arm. She tried to pull away but it was getting kind of hard just holding herself upright, and Cicero was already a bit stronger than her.
“Both our houses are too far,” she said, her voice coming out as a drunken mumble, “won’t make it.”
“Come on,” he said, dragging her away from the town square.
“No,” she tried to say it louder, loud enough to get people’s attention, but with the way Cicero was rushing her towards the nearest alley she was overwhelmed with dizziness.
“Don’t worry princesa, just come with me.”
“No,” she tried again. She looked behind her, to see if anyone was watching, but Cicero was pulling her away from the crowds.
He gave her arm a painful shake, and Leandra tried to scream. All that came out was a strangled groan.
Leandra cursed her own recklessness. She didn’t think the drug would set in so quickly, she thought she’d have more time to get herself to safety, she thought she’d have Bruno there to look out for her.
Cicero pulled her into the alley and forced her up against the wall, saying, “I’ll be gentle with you, princesa; then I’ll make sure Rosalie gets you home safe.”
There it is. Leandra had known he was going to use her to get back at Rosalie somehow. She stared up at the sky and wondered if every girl he’d targeted in the past year had been chosen because of Rosalie.
If she had the time to really think about it-. But she didn’t.
Leandra squeezed her eyes shut while he began pushing her skirt up. She took a deep breath, then another, fighting through the woozy circles her head was spinning in. She knew that once she managed a scream, Cicero would cover her mouth so she’d have to make it count.
She could call for Félix, she should call for Félix, but when Leandra sucked all the air into her lungs and pushed it out in the loudest yell she could, what came out was, “BRUNO!! HEL-!!”
Cicero slapped his hand over her mouth just like she knew he would, smothering any further cries for help. She tried to struggle but there were little black dots swimming in front of her eyes and it was becoming hard to stay awake. Cicero was growling something at her, while he undid his belt with his free hand, but he might as well have been miles away.
She wished he was miles away, the weight of his body pressing her to the wall was suffocating. And his breath was horrible, dios, it was bad enough he was going to rape her, couldn’t he have chewed on some mint first. She knew this really wasn’t the issue right now, but he’d spent the last few hours having coffee and tequila, and the hot air he was blowing onto her face was downright pungent.
She hadn’t anticipated all the little ways this would be horrible. The humiliation, the violation, sure, she was ready for that. But the bad breath, his crushing weight, the fact that he was accidentally pinching some of her thigh in between the wall and the knee he’d jammed between her legs; those had never featured in her nightmares, but they would after this.
Not to mention how sweaty his palm was against the lower half of her face. She wasn't a fan of people touching her face in the best of circumstances. While he was busy trying to get her bloomers out of the way, Leandra tried to bite Cicero's hand. His fingers dug painfully into her cheeks and he pressed his gross, sweaty palm more firmly against her face.
And then it was gone. He was gone.
Leandra started to slide to the ground but somebody caught her, somebody much smaller than Cicero.
“Bruno?” she breathed.
“I’m here, mi reina,” he said.
And he was. Wearing the same ruana he had worn the last time he’d followed her and Cicero around. He must have been there the whole time.
“I knew it,” she slurred, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning happily against him.
With him supporting her she was able to take in the situation. Cicero was on his knees, clutching his head, and Bruno was tossing a large rock aside.
“Back to Félix,” she said, “need to get back to him, he can prove-.”
“I thought your plan was to not be alone with him,” Bruno hissed, even as he gently pulled her out of the alley and back to the party.
“Couldn’t find you, new plan was to stay where Félix could see me,” she tried to explain, but whatever Cicero had given her wasn’t magically going away just because she wasn’t pinned to an alley wall. Lord only knows how much of that he actually understood.
“Leandra! Are you alright?”
She turned her head, trying to figure out who had said that, but people were gathering around her and Bruno. Some of them looked concerned, some of them looked amused, others just looked curious.
“Cicero tried to rape me,” she heard herself say. Oops, she meant to say he drugged her drink. Oh well. Same thing.
People no longer looked amused. After a stunned pause, everybody started talking at once, some asking questions, others expressing doubt, that same voice from before sounded even more concerned. Which was very sweet in her woozy opinion.
Leandra's knees gave out beneath her.
“Oop,” Bruno made a sound of surprise, even as he caught her. He lifted her up so he was carrying her bridal style, which was way, way better than standing at the moment. She lay her head on his shoulder and clutched the collar of his ruana.
“Bruno! What the hell is your problem?” Cicero’s voice interrupted the crowd’s chatter, “He attacked me.”
“Rapist,” Leandra shouted, not lifting her head.
“You were hurting Leandra,” Bruno said at the same time.
“She’s drunk, and confused, I was trying to get her home safely you lunatic,” Cicero argued, sounding convincingly offended.
“Drunk?! How the hell did she get drunk?!” That was Félix, she lifted her head to try to find him, then decided it didn’t matter. He was somewhere.
“Oh gee, I don’t know, maybe because somebody has been making her cocktails all night!”
“Virgin cocktails. I didn’t put a drop of liquor in them.”
“What?”
“Leandra doesn’t drink,” Bruno said, and somebody that sounded a lot like Agustín confirmed it. Leandra hadn't roped him into this part of the plan but they had at least talked about what would happen if worst came to worst and he had known to be ready to defend her character.
“That’s not true, she’s had mead,” Cicero said, although he was beginning to sound a bit nervous.
“She stopped drinking when Rosalie was pregnant, in solidarity,” Agustín explained, his voice getting closer, “and decided she liked parties better when she was sober.”
“Th-that-, how do we know Félix hasn’t been giving her booze and just telling her-.”
“Because I didn’t find Félix pinning her to a wall while she called for help,” Bruno snapped.
“And it wasn’t Félix that handed me some drugged punch at Gabby’s quinceanera,” Pepa had apparently joined the fray.
There were various gasps and shocked mutterings. Leandra opened her eyes, she hadn’t even noticed they were closed, and looked around as much as she could without turning her head. It seemed the entire village was gathered to watch the drama unfold.
Good.
“You bitch,” Cicero suddenly hissed, Leandra looked at him out of the corner of her eye and found him glaring at her, “this was a set up!”
Rather than deny it, Leandra lifted her head, and very carefully said, “You forgot to buckle your belt.”
Cicero swore and quickly addressed his open belt, but it was too late, everybody had seen it now. Husbands clutched their wives close, and fathers sent their daughters away. Cicero looked around at the crowd, then turned back to her, face twisting into a look of fury. He took a step closer to her, but Bruno took two steps back and turned his body as if to shield her from him.
People filled in the space between them and Cicero, some shouting accusations at him, others calling for calm negotiation.
“Bruno,” Alma appeared and everybody froze, “get Leandra to safety, Julieta, go with them and see if there’s anything you can do for the girl. Cicero, go home and stay there until you are summoned; Félix, Felípe, Alejandro, make sure he gets there without incident and tell his parents what has happened, let them know that if he is caught in town before he is summoned, we will have no choice but to banish him without a trial. I want everybody who saw anything to line up here. Pepa, bring me a pen and a lot of paper.”
There was a pause.
“Now.”
And just like that everybody was moving. Leandra lost track of what was happening as she began slipping in and out of consciousness. The next thing she was fully aware of was Bruno trying to let her go once she was on a bed.
“No, stay,” she weakly grabbed his wrist.
“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, looking at something over his shoulder.
“I’m wearing green, stay.”
“What? That doesn’t make sense.”
“She’s wearing your color, hermano,” Julieta gently explained, she was apparently what Bruno was looking at.
“I’ve had a bad day, comfort me.”
“You’ve had a bad day because you’ve been reckless. What if you got hurt?!”
“Bien,” Leandra allowed her eyes to slide shut, “stay and make sure I don’t do anything else dumb.”
“Reina,” he started to protest.
“For the love of god Bruno, just comfort your damn girlfriend,” Julieta snapped.
“Girlfriend-!?”
“We can iron out the details when my head isn’t spinning,” Leandra tugged at his wrist, “but sí, girlfriend.”
“Oh.”
Then the mattress dipped, and his hand settled on her curls. She hummed a vague approving sound.
“Hold me,” she whispered.
“Leandra,” he breathed, “I-I don’t want to-, I don’t want you to wake up and think-. I-I can’t take advantage of you when you’re like this.”
“Por favor,” she opened her eyes again, “I feel safe with you.”
He sighed, then laid down with her, loosely wrapping an arm around her waist. She scooted over to him, pressing her face into his chest.
“Please don’t ever do anything like that again, Reina.”
“Don’t ever disappear again, Guapo.”
Bruno didn’t respond, he just sighed and kissed the top of her head. He mumbled something else as she fell back under, but she was too far gone to know what.
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My pet peeve in any book, manga or otherwise, is false advertising. If the synopsis on the back of the cover does not match the content inside the book, I feel like I got ripped off.
This manga would have you believe it's a cute, fluffy, high school romance. IT'S NOT! It's actually about a super creepy stalker! And I would have been happy to read "Joe Goldberg: the Manga," if it had been advertised as such, but the lying synopsis earns this manga one star and I'm not continuing it.
The girl in this story has no interest in romance. The idea of having a boyfriend never even crosses her mind. She's just a kind person who offers a stranger her umbrella, and that's when she inadvertently picks up a stalker.
So the guy she offers her umbrella to is super hot and popular at school. But he has a secret: he's a creep. The type to fall immediately "in love" with any random girl who pays him attention, until she figures out how obsessive he is and dumps him. This guy waves ALL the red flags. The main character simply shared her umbrella, and the next day he shows up in her classroom to make his "love confession" in front of everyone. She turns him down - having, again, ZERO interest in boys - but he shows up in front of school at the end of the day, waiting to walk her home, anyway. He won't take no for an answer, so she agrees they can hang out until Christmas Eve and see if her feelings change towards him.
The boy is honest, at least, about his intentions. He tells the girl he is "intense" and "crazy." She admits she finds him "tenacious" and "extreme." Suddenly this guy is everywhere she is. He stands outside her house for literal HOURS every morning so he can be sure to walk to her to school. He hovers and eavesdrops when she's with her friends and then records information about her to use later. He stalks her to a family event he was not invited to, and insists she leave with him instead.
He has no real personality or interests of his own. The second they start their trial date, he starts changing everything about himself to try and fit into some ideal guy just based on what he *thinks* she would like. He gets rid of his earrings and cuts off his long hair, even though she never asked him to. He's never real, never really "himself."
His actions and words are both constantly creepy and over-the-top. This is her first "romance" so she asks what girlfriends and boyfriends are actually supposed to do together. His response is, "Be buried together." O.O She looks at her phone and he's blown it up with like 15 missed calls in the last 30 seconds. She loses a hair pin and he spends the night at school, digging through the snow to try and find it. She suggests they make a list of fun things to do together, like trying new food. He writes "MAKE YOU MINE" but then hides the paper so she won't see it. He sees another boy simply talking to her and his face looks like MURDER. I fear for that guy in coming volumes.
If you want a light-hearted, fluffy, sweet romance, this ain't it.
If you want to watch a teenage serial killer in-the-making...enjoy!!!
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I think I could call my dream this time a full on nightmare. And not only bc the scary ass back and neck and ankle pains I have going on.
I don't remember the precise narrative nor do I want to try make too much sense of it so I'll just list what I remember:
I was back with my mom, full on in her house w my stepfather. This is not the first time I dream I go back. I remember at one point my aunt (as in, my uncle's ex wife, as in, my father's brother, who has comically enough just made the baby cry nextdoor [she did it, not him, to be clear]) started talking about how I'd pick up some manual hobby like painting or looms or idk and I was like I'd like to but I don't have the money! This happened at a long table dinner like the ones I used to have w my mother.
There was a bit of insanity but peace when a fucking goat appeared. It was a really fucking weird goat. For starters it was a goat but the face looked akin to a borzoi. It also had hair, cute puffy round cherub like curls, and horns pointing back. She was also fat and she liked me. She also appeared to be sentient enough to be capable of drawing fanart of me w short pixie hair and a tattered crop top and shorts stretching like a dog w a fish in my mouth gollum style (which I absolutely adored btw) but was also animalistic enough for everyone to act like, well, she was a fucking 4 legged goat incapable of speech.
So then I got to thinking about that shit and I went off in a tangent about fairies being real and evolving to be full sized and also implied my oc Shira was Tinkerbell and there even was her brown haired big bubble glasses pal with her, it made 0 sense.
But about the goat's art; it was for this sort of giveaway or, exchange I fucking guess, where you'd draw something for the other person bc of Halloween. This came out of nowhere because it hadn't been said before it was Halloween but I accepted it. I tried making some art but was unable. The art the goat made was also in this huge poster like ones you'd make in school w cardboard.
Goat aside then it was just full blown nightmare shit involving my mother w first a time in the outside part of the house. There were she, my step father, me, and some other woman (my step father's sister?) And we ran back and forth trying to take a picture until I got pissed off bc my ankle as mentioned still hurts. And that's when I noticed my mother had this holes in her chest ranging from tiny to bigger than a fist and they were deep and hollow and the tissue around them looked dry and necrotic (think of the color of leprosy). I tried to point out the holes didn't look so bad earlier but everyone acted like I was insane.
The next unfortunate thing to happen is when the party ended. I was already exhausted despite being only 16:00 pm (clock said 15:51 too) so like, I wanted to go to bed. And they're like ah sure let's go and take me to a room where it's just, it's my fucking couch, ok? The one I was sleeping in before irl because my broken bed, it was straight up that. And it made me very fucking upset so I started screaming about wanting a real bed, MY bed, but they showed me someone else was using my bed, some random ass kid, so when I left the room I just blew out to my mother screaming about how I didn't ask for a fucking lot just the fucking basics just food and a place to sleep. The issue wasn't resolved before I went off to dream of something else (fairies again).
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An Accident
Yeah... you may have seen this before, earlier this week when I accidentally posted it. Anyways, this is a part 2 of the Todoroki clan being obsessed with reader's hair. So, um enjoy.
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Yandere Todoroki Clan:
Rei is obsessed with reader’s hair.
She’s taken such good care of it, and after years of hard work, your hair now reaches just around your butt. Your hair is healthy, thick, luscious, and cut into a smooth, U shape; of course all trims are done by Rei herself because she doesn't even trust professionals. And even though you’ve asked Rei on multiple occasions to cut it short, at least up to the middle of your back, she just wouldn’t, always saying that you’re being unreasonable. But you’re not; you’ve given her multiple valid reasons.
For example, Rei and Fuyumi do your hair themselves. And initially, they would let you choose whatever hairstyle you wanted, but now they pick one for you, saying they know which one will suit your outfit of the day better. Rei likes to do double buns, or ponytails tied with ribbons or just one high pony with a pretty big bow on the top of your head. Fuyumi on the other hand makes super intricate hairstyles, and while they look pretty, only you know how much pain your scalp is in. Fuyumi does your hair as if you’re her doll, yanking and twisting hard, saying that she needs to be this rough to achieve the distinctive braid patterns. Thankfully, Rei usually does your hair most of the time.
One of the main reasons you've begged Rei to let you cut your hair short is how much time she (and you) would safe. Since your hair is so long, it takes a lot of time for Rei to put in hair masks, serums, oils, etc. It takes even longer to wash and dry them out, and then style them as well. But she smiled oh so kindly, and told you that she doesn't mind. She looks forward to taking care of your hair, forcing you to sit between her legs for hours as she applies some expensive magic growth oil, ignoring how you didn't like this.
And even if your hair is curly naturally, like even 4C curly hair, Rei will have it straight as a stick in no time (don't bother telling her that you like it natural). But don't worry, its still quite voluminous.
Of course, Rei washes your hair herself, telling you that you’re simply not capable enough to manage it. (At least she lets you wash your body yourself.) And due to your hair being so long, it takes time to not only wash it, but also dry it. Rei will detangle using a wide tooth comb, starting from the bottom and working her way up. Then she’ll dry it with her cold breath, and if required, call Enji to dry your hair with his heat. You like it when Enji dries your hair, because he does it quickly and your hair becomes far smoother.
And its not just Rei and Fuyumi that are obsessed with your hair, the boys are just as fond of it as well. Enji likes to card his fingers through your hair while he’s working on some papers or listening to news, his warm hands always putting you to sleep in his lap. Its an adorable sight, gives him a sense of peace.
Shotou also likes to run his hands through your long hair, especially after a stressful day. The feeling of his fingers through your smooth, long locks, it calms him. And if he’s feeling extra stressed, then he might braid your hair loosely as well. He always wears a scrunchie on his wrist for you.
You wouldn't ever admit it, but you enjoy it when Natsuo played with your hair. Its like he can sense when you're having a headache. He'll have you sit on the floor while he takes a seat on your bed, and then his fingers will do their magic. He knows exactly where to put pressure on your scalp, and exactly how much force to use. His massages always relieve your migraines, and he always massages with expertise to ensure their is proper blood flow in your scalp.
While you are more than happy to let Natsuo touch your hair, you hate it when Dabi's around. If you didn't know better, you'd think he wants to rip your scalp off. He knows how much it annoys you, always pulling at your ponytails, tugging at your braids, even yanking it a few times when you ignore him. And you've complained to your family, but all of them say that "oh he's just playing around." Or "no, he just misses you. He's only teasing." And when you ask Dabi to stop it, he'll just smile and say "big brother privileges."
He's insufferable.
Everyone gets to play with your hair, but God forbid if you do. Oh no, apparently you'd "destroy it", as if you're not capable of managing your own hair. You're not allowed to open your ponytails because, quoting Rei, "you're yanking your hair. You're going to rip your follicles- baby, stop. Just let me do it." But you know that she does that because she wants to brush your hair with the soft, bristle brush before you go to bed. And somedays, Rei doesn't tie your hair in a bun or something, letting your hair fall, and it gets in your way, and even then you're still not allowed to put it up because "oh honey, your hair needs to breathe too. If you keep it in a pony, the band will leave a mark in it." Honestly, everyone finds it adorable when you're dressed in your little, fluffy skirt paired with a cozy oversized sweater, all mad and pouting, trying to blow the hair strands blocking your field of vision. Like a little baby.
While Rei looks at your hair and sees years of her hards work and patience, all you see is losing control over your own life. And you are. They decide everything for you, from the clothes you wear, the food you eat, and even things you should like and dislike. They choose when you should go out, what you should watch, when its time for bed. They disregard your opinions and feelings, and if you show that you're frustrated, then its means that you're just throwing a "tantrum", and you need to be put to bed like some cranky child. You've told them that they're too overbearing, but they always say that they just love you.
What kind of love is controlling?
They're so lost in their delusions, that they don't even see the deteriorating effects it has on you mentally.
Actually, one person did see them. Dabi.
He saw how much everything was overwhelming you, how you were near tears when they talked over you, made choices for you.
He felt a bit bad for you, just a tad. Mostly, he felt there was another opportunity to mess with you.
When Dabi came to bother you one night, tugging at your hair again, this time a bit harder than usual, he saw you were ready to cry. You didn't even bother saying anything to him anymore, just kept quiet and did your best not to cry. Of course, now he ridiculed you. Called you a little crybaby and used that annoying patronising tone with you. And just as he was about to leave, he said "if your hair bothers you so much, why don't you just cut it, you big baby?"
As if something had finally snapped in you, you let his words echo. Why don't I cut it? What's stopping me?
Was it because you had learned to just give in?
You didn't even realise you had walked to your bathroom until you were holding a pair of scissors. Which surprised you, because you weren't allowed to use scissors unsupervised. It was almost as if a sign from the universe motivating you to do it, and definitely not Dabi who left them on the sink.
Holding the pair of scissors in one hand and a chunk of your hair in the other, you hesitate for a second and wonder what will Rei do. But before you could stop yourself, you cut.
I'll cross that bridge when it comes.
You start low, maybe 2 inches above your hips. It looks okay, but maybe you could cut a little more. And a little more. And a little more. Before you know it, your hair is around shoulder length, in an uneven, chunky bob. Its not perfect, but somehow you feel much better. Like you’ve finally gotten some control back. Wiping your tears away, you ruffle your hair a bit, the cool air on your neck adding to the feeling of freedom. You feel normal, happier, peaceful. Things you haven't felt in years. And all because you had 3 am meltdown.
After you cleaned up the bathroom, you went back to bed, anxious how everyone will react in the morning. Maybe they won't care. You thought. Its only hair. My hair.
Everyone was waiting for you at breakfast the next morning, and to everyone’s surprise, Dabi had joined them as well. Rei was cooking up some eggs, while the kids chatted. Enji was suspicious of the mischievous glint in Dabi’s eyes, and it was filling him with unease. Just as he was about to question him, you walked in.
Everyone went silent.
Then Fuyumi let out an audible gasp, while Dabi chuckled darkly. Natsuo, Shotou and Enji looked at you with their mouths agape.
“Good morning.”you greeted them.
Rei, who was facing away from you, finally turned towards you. “Good mo-”Rei’s breath hitched, eyes blown wide, as the plate of bacon fell from her hands.
Its funny how everyone in the kitchen, including you, had the same thought at that moment.
What the fuck?
Taking a deep breath, you moved to sit in your usual spot between Fuyumi and Rei, but Shotou suddenly pulled you back and pushed you into the seat beside him. He knows his mother is in a better state mentally, but something tells him not to risk it. Fuyumi snapped next, quickly getting up and cleaning the mess on the floor while Enji pulled Rei, who was still staring at you in disbelief, to sit beside him. You remained indifferent to everyone’s stares, quietly eating your food. As soon as you were done, Shotou got up and quickly pulled you out of the room, Dabi following close behind.
They sat in your room as Shotou looked at your hair with worry. “Looking nice, doll.”Dabi chuckled as he plopped down on your bed beside you. “Thanks.” you mumbled. “Y/n how did- why did you- why did you cut your hair?” Shotou asked, still looking at your choppy hair. “Do you not like it?” you asked. “N-no I do. But what will mom say-” “Shotou, its my hair.” you snapped. “Yeah, Shotou.” Dabi mocked. Fuyumi and Natsuo soon joined you guys, worrisome looks on their faces. “Why did you cut it? Oh my god, do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” Fuyumi was freaking out. “Its my hair.” you rolled your eyes. They ignored you. “Okay, okay. Shotou why don't you stick around with Y/n for a couple of days? Fuyumi and dad will try to keep mom away from her.” Before Fuyumi could nod, you stood up. “No.”
Natsuo looked at you confused. “what do you mean “no”?”
“I mean no. I don't need Shotou to babysit me. I can handle myself.” Fuyumi walked towards you, reaching her hands for you but you backed away, “Y/n, sweetie-” You cut her off ,“Stop treating me like a child.”
Shotou spoke this time, “Its for your protection-” “Protection from who? Our mother? Why?”your words dared them to say the truth. To agree that Rei was unstable. They didn't say anything.
A few days had passed by and things were returning to normal. Almost normal. Rei still had this thousand yard stare when she looked at you, but she never said anything. Cutting your hair was the best decision you had made, because not is it only easy to manage, but it also got the family off your back. Rei doesn't wash your hair anymore(although you think she's just not over the shock), Fuyumi doesn't need to do your hair, they dry faster, and all of your brothers (including Dabi) doesn't mess around with them anymore. Enji was the first to adjust to your new cut, he even complimented you one day.
Did you feel guilty because you know how attached Rei was to your hair? A bit, but then realised that you needed this. You need some control over your life, and if this is how they react to your new cut, then maybe you could start taking back reigns over other aspects of your life as well.
You thought that maybe Rei had finally gotten over it a week later, when you were laying in the bathtub, enjoying the hot bath. When you heard her walk in, you were a bit startled. Why was she here- is she finally over it? "Um- hey." She smiled at you. "Why are you here?" She took the bath stool and sat behind the tub. "You know why." She replied and started rolling her sleeves up. Is she here to wash my hair? "Oh, are you here to wash my hair? I don't need help with that anymore now that they're short." Rei smiled again, this one looking forced, before dipping her hand in the tub. "No, silly." And with that, Rei froze the entire the tub in 2 seconds. The ice trapped your limbs, and reached up to your clavicle. The sudden change from hot to cold had you jolt, but you couldn't move due to the frozen ice. "Mom-!" You heard the buzzing sound of a trimmer and then felt Rei entangle her fingers in your hair to yank your head back. "I'm here to complete your haircut." You tried moving your head but her grip on your scalp was unrelenting. She started trimming the right side of your head, moving it slowly as to get every single hair. "Honestly, you should've come to me. I do agree that it'd be a good idea to start again." Tears fell from your eyes, your teeth chattered and you could feel your heart beat slow down as the cold seeped into your bones. "M-mom, I'm col-d. P-please s-stop..." Rei was done with one half of your head. "You know, I read somewhere that your grows thicker if you cut it. I'm sure that after I've shaved your head, your hair will grow even fuller. I've already gotten some new oils and hair masks! Maybe we could do them together." You couldn't hear anything besides the slowing of your own heart beating. Your breath had started to become shallow, you couldn't think about anything except for how painful ice could be. Your lips were turning blue, eyes were getting clouded with black spots, all sensation from your body was losing. Just before you lost consciousness, you heard the bathroom door open and a panicked yell.
You felt warm.
When you came to, your entire body felt warm and weighted, probably due to the heavy blanket spread on you.
Opening your eyes, you found yourself in a dimly lit room. It was...your parents room. Why am I here? You turned your head to look around but your eyes stopped at the large figure sitting on a chair next to your bed.
"Dad?"
The figure's head snapped towards yours. "You're awake." He paused. "How- how are you feeling?" You moved the blanket off you, your body felt dense and ached. "Warm and...sore. What happened? Why am I in your bedroom?" Enji shifted in his seat. "I think its best if you stay here from now on, so that... your mother and I can look after you." Your eyes widened. "What? Why?" You moved to sit up but then a pain shot through your head. "Ah shit." You hissed in pain as you went to massage your temples but your hands halted at the feeling of your hair... or lack there of. You tried to run a finger through your choppy bob cut, but all you felt was your shaved head. Your eyes met Enji's, looking at him in disbelief as you recalled the events that had led up to this. "Darling-" You jumped off the bed and ran towards the vanity mirror, praying that this is just a nightmare. But as you looked at your reflection, you realised that this was the terrifying reality you were living in.
Tears dripped from your eyes as you took in your appearance. Trimmed- no, shaved pink hair. You couldn't see a single bit of hair above the roots, only a baby pink scalp. She had not only trimmed your hair first but then also proceeded to shave your scalp off. Your head looked like it had peach fuzz.
You couldn't bring yourself to look away, not even when Enji placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n-" He didn't even what to say. He was still in shock from what would've happened if Fuyumi hadn't yelled for him when Rei was-
Enji shook his head. Now's not the time. You're here and you're fine. You're fine. Enji pulled you towards him, burying your face in his chest as you cried. "You're fine." He repeated, more to himself than to you. "Why- why would she do this?" Your voice was muffled by his chest but he understood. He understood your pain and it tore him apart that he still wouldn't be able to help you.
Enji honestly didn't know what to tell you. He didn't know what words would bring you comfort. "It... it was an accident." His chest rumbled as he spoke. You pushed yourself away from him as you looked at him perplexed.
"What?" Your eyebrows raised, nostrils flared and blood rushed to your face. You were going to blow up.
"An accident? Is that what you said? Oh okay. Was it an accident when she froze the fucking tub? Did the trimmer accidentally fall from her hands to my head?! Oh and did she accidentally pull the razor over my head?!" Angry tears fell from your eyes but you were far too enraged to care.
Enji opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Turning around you saw her.
Rei was standing there with a tray of food and water. Her face turned to shock before turning to happiness. She set the tray on a nearby table before she rushed towards you, her hands reaching for your face.
"Angel, you're awake-" you pushed her hands away roughly as you backed away from her.
"Dont you dare touch me."
The couple, they had never heard your voice such hostility. It wasn't like you. Rei shook her head as she tried to reach for you again, taking another step in your direction. But you smacked her hands away again. "I said don't touch me!" Your yelling had got your siblings to rush in the room, wanting to see what the commotion was about.
Rei's eyes shifted from you to Enji, looking at him for help, before they returned back to you. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Y/n, darling. What's wrong?" You scoffed at her soft tone that tried to quell the storm of negative emotions bubbling inside you. "What's wrong? What's wrong? I don't know, you tell me, Rei. Why the fuck am I bald?!" Your head was pounding with rage, raw unbridled anger.
When Rei didn't say anything, Fuyumi stepped forward to help her out. "Y/n its-"
"Shut up."
Fuyumi's- everyone's eyes widened. Of everyone, you never even rose your voice at your favourite sibling. But to hear your voice turn so cold towards her, it shocked everyone. "Y-Y/n-" she tried again but you cut her off. "I said shut up. I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Rei and she'll answer for herself."
Enji placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back slightly. "Have some respect. She's your mother-" You yanked your shoulder away from his grip. "No, she's not!" You inhaled deeply, trying to stabilise your voice. "No, she's not. You're not my dad. I'm not a part of this family. And I'm so sick of playing this game."
Dabi's eyes narrowed. "Stop being an ungrateful brat. You've been given all the luxuries one could only imagine, spoiled to no end-" You laughed. "Did I ask for anything?" "You never had t-" "And all these luxuries that you're talking about, I didn't get them for free. I had to give up a lot. No, wait-" you laughed again, tears blurring your vision. "I didn't give up anything. You all took it. Yeah, all of you snatched everything away from me. My family, my friends, my privacy, my sanity, everything. And you-" you moved towards Rei, pointing a finger at her. "You have been the most greedy one of them all."
Rei's jaw fell open, as she shook her head. "No-" You shook your head.
"Yes! I gave you everything. I let you dress me up in those god awful clothes, feed me whatever you wanted, stick to your side like glue because you don't like it when I was out of your sight for a more than a few minutes. For fucks sake, I didn't even go to college this year because you weren't ready to see me become an adult!" You ran a frustrated hand through your hair. "I played into your sick little fantasy. I let you treat me like a child, talk to me like I'm some helpless baby. I let you touch me even though it disgusted me to no end. I never even complained when you gave me ice burns because I was throwing a tantrum." You looked at the rest of your family, and they were shocked to hear that last bit. You smiled cruelly at them. "Yeah, you didn't know that did you?"
Rei was crying herself by now, as she reached out for you once again but you moved away. "I let you have everything. All I wanted was this little bit of freedom, for my own sanity. But you couldn't stomach that could you?" Your head hung low, your tears hitting the floor.
"Why do you have to be so selfish?"
Your voice held so much pain and defeat. Rei couldn't help but engulf you in her arms, wrapping herself around you tightly before you could even protest. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried out. "I- I promise I'll fix this! Yes. I-I've already gotten you some new hair oils! They say that they'll help you grow 6 inches in a month! Oh and Natsuo also brought some stuff for hair growth! Some vitamins and- Natsuo whats that spray called? Minoxy? Mi-minoxidil! Yes! He said that'll help you grow your hair in no time! Doesn't that sound nice? You'll have long hair like before!" Rei pushed back to look at you. You couldn't believe it.
"Are you- are you really that delusional?" Your voice was so soft, almost like you would break any moment now. "Are you so blind to see what you're doing to me?" Your eyes held so much pain and confusion. "Sweetie, don't worry- mommy will take such good care-" You pushed Rei away from you, your anger rolling back in full speed. "YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!" You shrieked. "Y/n-" Shotou tried to interject. "I'm not a part of your fucking family."
Enji stepped towards you. "Calm down."
You looked at him. "You said that what happened was an accident. What will you do if another one happens? And you're not around this time to save me? Hmm? What will you do? Continue playing house with my dead body?!"
Rei's sobs shook her body. "Shut up. Think before you say stupid shit like that." Dabi spoke this time, moving to stand between you and his mother. "Or what? You're going to hurt me? More the reason why all of you, but especially you-" you pointed at Rei "deserve to be in that nuthouse-!"
You were on the floor before you could even process what had happened. Had you- had you fallen? But when the searing pain of the burn on your cheek came alive and you looked at his hand that had erupted in blue flames, you realised what had happened.
Dabi slapped you.
"Y/n!"
Your cheek felt like someone had placed a hot iron on it, the sting spreading to your entire cheek, but you were far too shocked to care about the pain.
Dabi slapped me.
Shotou, Natsuo and Fuyumi quickly rushed to your side, picking you up and out of the room, while Dabi stood there in stunned as his own hand throbbed. The image of his handprint branded on your scared face wasn't going to leave his mind anytime soon.
Enji hesitated, looking at his wife and son in disbelief, before leaving the room to look for you.
Rei walked towards Dabi and smacked his arm. "What did you do?!" She yelled at him. He opened his mouth to explain but nothing came out.
"She's your little sister, Touya! W-why would you do that?!" Rei scolded him.
He hurt you. Like Enji hurt Rei.
He hurt you.
Rei sighed before closing her eyes and engulfing Dabi in her arms. "Its okay. Its not your fault." She rubbed his back soothingly. "It was an accident, wasn't it?"
Dabi wrapped his arms around his mother, burying his face in her neck, before nodding.
"Yes. It was an accident."
So... how was it?
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Last Christmas - MYG
Summary: Y/N and Yoongi have a deep talk during a blackout caused by the snow storm which leads to Y/N opening up about how much Jackson had affected her mentally. This makes Yoongi show her just how special she is to him and just how much he loves her.
Warnings: Fluff and smut, Y/N talks to Yoongi about how Jackson affected her, mentions of SA
AN: I know this is out after Christmas but it’s fine because I know a lot of us are still in the Christmas spirit. And the TXT comeback timeline is a bit backward here (as in Lovesong is still in the works). Also, if anyone wants to request any oneshots like this, then let me know.
“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away
This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special”
Since the snow day Y/N had had with Jin a few days ago, the snow had gotten worse and worse until it became a full blown storm. With Christmas day right around the corner, it was good that everyone had done their Christmas shopping, and the only panic that was going on was Jin panicking that they had forgotten food for Christmas and would not have enough, even though there was a list that he had made and got every item on and had triple checked.
But everyone else was relaxed. They were on a break from work, and they had their own recording equipment just in case they wanted to record a song on their break.
Y/N was downstairs in the dance room, working out choreography for TXT’s new comeback. It had more of a darker vibe to it, which she loved. She listened to the music as it played through the speakers. She had two dances to choreograph, but she didn’t mind doing it in her break because it was something she enjoyed.
She almost had everything down for one song apart from the last chorus. As she worked through the dance, the lights began to flicker, catching her attention. She frowned up at the ceiling after she paused the music.
“What?” She asked herself. “The bulbs were just changed, they shouldn’t be...” She trailed off as they flickered again before sputtering out. “Seriously?” She complained. “Guess I’m gonna have to cut this choreography session short.” She huffed and turned on the flashlight on her phone so she could see her water bottle so she could bring it back upstairs.
She grabbed it and made her way back to the door as she called Yoongi.
“Jagiya, what’s wrong?” He picked up on the first ring.
“The lights have gone in the dance studio again.” She said, opening the door. “And in the hallway...” She trailed off. “All the lights are out.”
“Hold on, I’m coming.” Yoongi said before hanging up the phone. A few seconds later, she heard footsteps and Yoongi appeared before her.
“No lights and no wifi.” Y/N said.
“Maybe the power has gone out?” Yoongi suggested. He walked over to Y/N and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company.”
Y/N hummed and leaned up, pressing their lips together. “Cuddles?” She asked.
“I will give you all the cuddles in the world.” Yoongi reassured, taking her hand and leading her up to his room.
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There had been a comfortable silence in the room for the past half an hour. Seokjin had poked his head in about ten minutes ago to let them know that the power company had called and that the power would be out indefinitely due to the storm.
Not that the pair minded. They were enjoying just being in each other’s company. Yoongi was lying on his back with one arm behind his head and one arm around Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N was lying slightly on top of him, with her head resting on his chest. She had one arm under her head, and one arm resting on his waist, her hand gently rubbing the bare skin that was revealed from his top being pulled up.
Y/N was silently thinking to herself about how much her life had changed since last Christmas. She was so grateful for these seven boys who had come into her life and completely turned it upside down. In the best way possible.
“Thank you.” She murmured, making Yoongi look down at her in surprise.
“For what, jagiya?” He asked.
“For helping me to get better and get over Jackson.” She replied. “This time last year was so much worse than now.”
“You’re welcome, jagiya.” He said. His eyes swept over her face for a second. “Do you need to talk about what happened last year?”
Y/N knew she needed to get it off her chest. She had never fully come to terms with what had happened that night and she would just push it down and ignore it. It was like her coping mechanism.
“Yes.” She replied.
“Okay.” Yoongi pushed himself up to sit against the headboard, pulling Y/N up with him and putting her on his lap. “Talk to me.”
“Last year, Jackson threw a massive party for his work friends. And he paraded me around like his prized pony. Except it was worse than that. You know how he used to hit me with his belts. For Christmas that year, my present was a belt. Which he then proceeded to beat me with before the party. That year I wasn’t allowed to join in. But there was a reason for that. From the bedroom upstairs, I could hear that they were watching a video that sounded like some porn. They were all boys so I could understand that they would be watching porn, but then I realised...” She trailed off as Yoongi’s arms around her waist tightened.
“It was of you wasn’t it?” He asked softly. She nodded.
“He showed just how good he could fuck me off to his friends like it was some competition. Apparently they were all doing it. They all watched videos of them fucking their significant others and then they ranked them all. It was disgusting.”
“The police said that they found and destroyed pornographic tapes when they raided and searched the house. Do you think that’s what those were?” Yoongi said to attempt to put her mind at ease.
“I hope so.” She replied. “Because the fear I have that those are out there... it’s mentally draining.”
“Even if they did get out, every single copy of it would be taken down and deleted.” Yoongi said. He was silent before he spoke again. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I guess I just didn’t want that night to be real. And me talking about it would make it real.” She said.
“Ok. It’s ok. Nothing is going to happen.” Yoongi reassured her. “You are completely safe.”
“I know. Thanks to you.” Y/N said, feeling a lot lighter. “That talk made me feel a lot better.”
“That’s good, jagiya.” He said. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” Y/N replied. She moved so she was straddling Yoongi’s lap and smiled at him. “And you can’t say ‘No, I love you more’ because that’s copying.”
“Oh, it’s copying, is it?” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow at her. He moved his hands to her waist and tickled her, making her shriek out in surprise.
“Yes, copying.” She confirmed, squirming in his lap as he continued to tickle her.
“Sure, jagiya. Sure.” Yoongi’s deep voice drawled, hands coming to rest on her waist. “You know what, though?” He began to move her hips against his. “You’ve caused an issue. And you’re going to fix it.” Y/N felt how hard he was under her.
“I mean, you could fix it yourself.” Y/N said sassily. “You don’t need me to fix it for you. Looks like it was caused by you. I’m innocent, here.”
“Oh, you’re innocent, are you?” Yoongi teased, rolling them over so she was pinned underneath him. “So then why is it every time I start to fuck you, you’re always begging me for more, always begging me to fill up all of your pretty little holes.” Yoongi said, accentuating his points with hard but slow rolls of his hips.
When Y/N said nothing, just playfully glared up at him before tilting her head back and whining at the friction, he just chuckled fondly. “So pretty, aren’t you?” He complimented her, leaning down to kiss her gently. Y/N blushed and shuffled under him. “All you’re going to get is praised tonight.” He said before kissing her again.
He trailed kisses down her neck, coaxing small moans and whimpers to fall from her lips. He unbuttoned her shirt that she had changed into. It did belong to him, but it looked better on her in his opinion. He trailed kisses down her chest as he undid each button before pausing just above her panties.
“Fucking hell.” He murmured, eyes travelling up and down her body, taking in every curve. “You’re beautiful.”
Y/N blushed again and covered her face. She had worn one of her new sets that Namjoon had bought her. It was a pale pink lacy set. “Joonie bought it for me.” She whispered.
“Yeah?” He asked, nosing at her hip. “He has very good taste for what suits you.”
Y/N giggled and pulled Yoongi up to kiss her again. “Need you.” She said.
“You have me, jagiya.” Yoongi replied, kissing her passionately. Y/N moaned into the kiss as his skilled fingers rubbed her clit through her panties, the lace causing delicious friction. “Sound so pretty.” He groaned, his hips grinding against her thigh. “I was going to eat you out but I really need to feel you wrapped around me.”
“Please.” Y/N said, her hips bucking up against Yoongi’s hand. His fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She automatically spread them apart, waiting for Yoongi to strip his clothes and settle between them. She closed her eyes relishing in the aching throb between her leg.
“You’re so wet, jagiya.” Yoongi said as he crawled back onto the bed and settling between her legs. The feeling of the warmth of his body resting on top of hers caused her eyes to flutter open. “Ready?” He asked, leaning down to peck her lips.
“Yes.” She replied. Yoongi shifted his weight onto one arm and reached down, wrapping his hand around his cock and rubbing its head along her pussy. “Fuck, please don’t tease.” She pouted, making Yoongi chuckle and keep pushing his cock head through her folds. “Yoongi, please.” Her pout increased.
“Ok, I’m sorry, jagiya.” Yoongi said. He pressed his cock against her hole and pushed his cock inside.
Y/N let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of his cock pushing inside her. “Feels good.” She said. “Love your cock. I love you.”
“I love you more.” Yoongi said, moving his hips. “And you can’t say ‘no, I love you more’ because that’s copying.”
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at Yoongi’s words and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Stealing my words, how could you?”
“I think I have every right considering how good I’m making you feel.” Yoongi said, with a pointed thrust of his hips. Y/N yelped in pleasure. His thumb came to a rest on top of her clit and pushed down gently before rubbing it in tight circles. “I’m not going to last much longer.” He admitted, the circles getting faster.
“Neither am I with how you’re rubbing me.” She said, arching her back and moaning out as the knot in her stomach got tighter. “Gonna cum.” She warned, her toes curling and her nerves igniting.
“We’ll cum together.” Yoongi said, his breath hitching. “God, you feel amazing.” His hips stuttered. “Okay, on three. One. Two. Three.”
As soon as the word left his mouth, the knot inside Y/N’s stomach snapped and she came all over his cock. She felt him cum as well.
“That was...” She said breathlessly.
“That was amazing.” Yoongi finished for her. He leaned down to kiss her gently. “I love you, so much.”
“I love you so much.” Y/N parroted. Yoongi moved to pull out of her, but she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him where he was. “No. Wanna stay like this.”
“I need to get you cleaned up, jagiya.” Yoongi said, a hand stroking her side. She shook her head stubbornly and played with his hair.
“Bath after. Just wanna stay like this for a bit.” She yawned. Yoongi gave in. When would he ever deny her of this?
“Ok, jagiya. We’ll have a quick nap and then bath, deal?” He said rolling over so he was on his side, spooning her.
“Deal.” She slurred, her eyes closed. Yoongi chuckled fondly.
“Goodnight, jagiya.” He kissed the top of her head before letting himself drift off as well.
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could u do nat hcs next 🥺
natasha x reader headcanons.
RATING: G FOR GENERAL AUDIENCES.
natasha x reader ; aka natasha is soft but even when she isn’t she’d do anything for you.
warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption. mentions of murder??? she used to kill people professionally, we all know this.
i do take requests but please give this a read before doing so!
Natasha showers cold when she’s angry, warm when she’s happy, and scalding hot when she’s happy about being angry. When she showers with you she keeps it somewhere between just right and almost too hot because you’re not a fan of drastic temperatures, but as soon as you step out she cranks it one way or the other.
It doesn’t stop there — whatever it takes to keep you comfortable, she’ll do: if you set the AC she won’t touch it, same with the heat in the winter; she stops buying the laundry detergent she likes when you start buying the one you like because she doesn’t see the point in buying two different things that do the same thing just with different smells; when the microwave only she uses breaks she doesn’t let you buy her a new one because you never used the thing and besides, she says, “I can make ramen on the stove same as I could in the microwave,” and, “You could also just cook for me,” which you’ve been begging her to let you do since you moved in because she eats like a frat boy and you really do like feeding the people you love; when she runs out of shampoo she starts buying the brand you use so you can use it too because, like the laundry detergent, there’s no point in two different things that do the same thing just with a different scent, and she likes smelling like you, though her perfume overshadows the shampoo anyway; and when you get your dad’s hand-me-down electric car Natasha installs a car-charging dock in the parking space that comes with the condo and starts street-parking her BMW just to make things easier for you.
Eventually she explains that she does these things — things that impede on what she was already doing, for your benefit — because they aren’t important to her. Not because she doesn’t care (she does, very much, especially about you) but because she was trained to reject sentimentality, to avoid forming attachments, and to shed one skin for another the moment anything changes. It was drilled into her for years, she says, that adapting in a myriad of ways to any and every situation is the only way to survive. “Killing everyone who wants to kill me is the other thing I was taught,” she tells you, but she hung up her assassins’ tools years ago. “I don’t need to have every little thing that I like. I don’t care what I wash my clothes with, or how I cook my food, or where I park my car overnight. I just care that I have clean clothes, things to eat, and a car at all. It’s the function of the thing that matters.” You look at her with a curious sort of smile and ask, “So what’s my function?” “You don’t count,” she says. “You aren’t an object, and there’s only one of you. Your function is singular to who you were, who you are now, and who you intend to be in the future, which is subject to change by infinite variables and thus can’t fairly be called a function. Your purpose is just to live. To learn. And to love. And to let me take you to dinner on Friday.”
When she introduces you to her friends she does it like this: “He’s got an expensive metal suit, that one has a big hammer, she does magic, he gets big and green, the idiot over there got blown up and now her fists are canons, and the blondie in the corner is America’s grandpa.”
When she introduces you to her parents she says, “They aren’t my parents. They just — raised me until they let the Red Room take me. I’ll give you twenty bucks if you tell Alexei that Cap’s the strongest Avenger.”
When she introduces you to her sister you and Yelena end up piss drunk and asleep on top of each other in the back of Natasha’s car. At the condo she puts Yelena on the couch and tucks you into bed. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Natasha stroking your cheek and saying, “My two favorite people in the world are idiots.”
The first time she takes you to a fancy Avengers party she tries not to parade you around and show you off. Instead Tony steals you from her arm and does that for her, all while Natasha watches from the bar with a drink in her hand and a proud smirk on her face. When Tony brings you back she’s got a drink waiting for you. She doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the night.
Natasha isn’t one for spooning — she can’t sleep on her side — but you don’t mind. When she sleeps on her back she gives you an arm to curl your hands around as you tuck into her side. When she sleeps on her belly she likes to fall asleep draped across your chest with her ear over your heart.
When you talk about important things Natasha likes to be face-to-face. And when you’re done talking about important things, if all ends well, she’ll duck forward, rest her forehead against yours, and let her eyes close for just a minute. It’s sweet, and it’s calming, and it is so very Natasha.
Sometimes when you’re cooking she likes to sneak up behind you and slip her arms around your waist and rest her chin on the back of your shoulder. And then she’ll just watch, silent and happy.
She tries to avoid you when she’s angry. Not because she worries about lashing out at you (she doesn’t because she won’t), but because she worries you won’t like what you see. “I don’t care about that,” you tell her, pleading with her not to go because it’s the middle of the night and she’s upset with Tony for something that happened at work that can’t be fixed until the next morning. “I see what I see,” you say, “and I just see you.” She looks at her hands, frowning, brows knitted, and shakes her head. “Negative emotion is what I used to use to kill people,” she says. “You didn’t know me when I did that, and I want to keep you safe from that part of my life.” “Unless you’re still killing people on the side and not telling me about it, you have nothing to worry about, Nat.” “But—” “No,” you tell her, firm. “Will leaving right now and driving aimlessly around until the sun comes up actually help?” She tells you it won’t. “Tell me what will. Be honest.” She thinks about it for a moment and then reaches for your hand, pulling you toward the living room. “Have you ever seen Moonraker?”
At some point she starts wearing your clothes to bed. You’re looking for one of your favorite old tees when Natasha strolls out of the bathroom wearing it. “That’s mine,” you say, smiling at the sight of her. “I wanted to wear it,” she tells you casually, climbing into bed. “Can I give you another one?” She grins, says, “No. I want this one.” “What happened to ‘it’s the function of the thing’?” You’re already slipping another tee over your head and heading towards her. She catches you at the edge of the bed, rising to her knees, and drapes her arms around your shoulders. “The function of this specific shirt is that it belongs to you and that makes me feel nice.” “Nice?” “And safe.” “Wow,” you say, “I make the big bad Black Widow feel safe?” “Shut up and kiss me.”
You say it first. You’re in the bath, she’s perched on the edge of the tub, working shampoo through your hair and humming softly. She’s dressed in a t-shirt that’s too big for her and a pair of boxer shorts. It’s the softest you’ve ever seen her. “Lean back,” she says. “Close your eyes.” You do, and she rinses the shampoo from your hair. Her thumb brushes your cheek, nice and slow so you know it’s intentional. You pop one of your eyes open and squint up at her, smiling. “What would you say if I told you that I love you?” She just chuckles. “I’d say you’re out of your mind.” “Then call me crazy.”
The first time she tells you she loves you is sweet. You’re almost asleep, dozing off with Natasha’s head on your chest and one of your hands tucked up under the back of her shirt. She’s listening to your heartbeat, you’re counting sheep. “I’m assuming you don’t have a problem with me being in love with you,” she says. You can hear the smile in her voice. “Are you?” you ask sleepily. “Do you have a problem with it?” “‘Course not.” “Then yes, I really am.”
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