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#anyways. the three of them are just 🤌🤌🤌

chonkymoth · 9 months

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all y'all that ship jennifer x jaskier x geralt are so right and i am kissing u on the mouth

#guess who started watching the witcher #do they have a ship name?? someone fill me in here #anyways. the three of them are just 🤌🤌🤌#the witcher #i have been informed that the ship is #geraskefer

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milkpup · 4 months

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｡⋆ʚ♡ bad luck comes in threes (and in me)

›› nsfw 18+ / 3 part fic

@ace_343 on twt

ch 2 ♡ ch 3

ʚ ao3 ɞ / ʚ kofi ɞ / ʚ fic masterlist ɞ

›› naoya zenin x f!reader ›› megumi fushiguro x f!reader ›› toji fushiguro x f!eader ›› naoya x f!reader x megumi / megumi x f!reader x toji ›› naoya x f!reader x megumi + toji ›› started: 1/12/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are close friends. He invites you to his family's estate where you start to notice how bad your luck really is.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, pseudo-incest (they all want y/n, not eachother), harsh language, abuse, power imbalance, dubious consent / rxpe / noncon

‹𝟹 tags: AGED UP CHARACTERS!, au - no deaths, au - toji and megumi are part of zenin clan still, power imblance, degradation, choking, loss of virginity, name calling, pet names, some fluff and LOTS OF SMUT, slight angst, all the zenins want you basically, vaginal, blow jobs, cunnilingus, face sitting, 4some, mdom, fsub, pseudo-incest, meet the family, breeding, cum as lube, cum swapping, light blood, aggressive choking, will update tags as more is added, praise, being called a good girl

‹𝟹 notes: this is a long time in the making. i probably started this fic over a month ago >< i've been working on it more than my lfls fic that i like more. just smthn abt naoya...... (usually i prefer naoya to be subby but this fic is diff oopsies :3!). lmk what y'all think.i'll be updating my other fic real soon but for now, crumbs of this i guess LOL. i was originally going to do a oneshot but it was already starting to get long and i hadn't even progressed much in the plot i have written up x-x so i figured i'd do 3 chaps since it's like the theme >:3 hope y'all like it!!!

i'll be updating tags as it progresses. i'm super excited abt this fic even tho it's like 99% smut. (idk how to write stuff w/o smut oops) what can i say??? 🤌

!! - again, PLEASE READ TAGS BEFORE CONTINUING - !!

! - ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ - !

Chapter 1: Exposed

“So, do you think you can make it?” Megumi asks, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at you inquisitively. “To my family event, the reunion thing, I mean.”

You hadn’t thought about it much. Sipping on your tea, you contemplated. You’ve never met Megumi’s extended family; you had no idea what they would be like. Megumi’s family is huge, and it would be a multi-day event held at their estate. “Oh, what the hell. I have nothing better to do during winter break anyways.”

His face lights up a bit at your confirmation, but Megumi tries his hardest to hide it. You can see the blush creeping across his nose, his cheeks, even reaching the tips of his ears. He was like a little puppy, excited to see you.

“Make sure to bring any nice clothes you want to wear, but there will be pajamas and toiletries provided to you.” He finished his drink and moved to throw his away. “Are you done too?”

You felt bad, you had a little bit of your tea left and he was patiently waiting for you to finish to throw your trash away for you. You hurriedly suck up the remainder of the tea through the straw, and hand him the empty cup. “Thanks, Megs.” You chirp.

Megumi blushes and looks away as he takes your cup from your hands.

You’re back at your house, frantically packing last minute before Megumi comes over to pick you up. You’ve always been an overpacker, and you have no idea what to expect. You throw all sorts of garments into a pile that you want to take: casual clothes like leggings and hoodies, dresses and formalwear, and intimates. You blush, picking up matching sets of underwear and bras. You decide to toss them onto the pile anyways, better prepared than not. You didn’t know who you were “preparing” for, but felt your cheeks flush anyways. I’m meeting my close friend’s extended party and I’m packing lingerie, am I a fucking creep? You shake your head, trying to shake the thoughts out too.

You finish stuffing your clothes into your bags, packing some makeup and skincare that they probably wouldn’t have available. Just as you finish zipping your second bag, you hear a loud knock on the front door. It’s Megumi.

You open the door with a soft smile, greeting Megumi. “Thanks for picking me up Megs! Can you help me with my other bag?”

He looks down to where you’re gesturing, noticing the other bag. “Jeez ____, it’s a 3 day party. How many clothes do you need?”

You blush, sheepishly. “I just want to be prepared… y’know?” Megumi huffs and groans before picking up both bags. A lady should never have to carry her own bags, and he noticed it seemed like you were struggling with how heavy these bags were, being packed to the absolute brim.

“T-thanks, Megs.” You croak out as you follow behind him to his car. He doesn’t reply, hoisting your bags in the trunk before slamming it shut. You open the door and sit in the passenger side, buckling your seatbelt with an audible click. He gets in shortly after you, adjusting his seatbelt and turning the car on.

The silence is thick, but not awkward. You and Megumi were comfortable around each other, not requiring a word to be said as you sat in comfortable silence on the drive to his family’s estate. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you ask Megumi, breaking the silence, “So what are the plans for the event? How big is it going to be, anyways?”

Megumi answers you, not taking his eyes off the road. “It will have pretty much my entire family, extended family, and family friends. There’s lots to do at our estate, from the gardens, movie room, bar room, and more. As for planned events, music and lots of food, maybe dancing?” His tone ends questioningly, he knows his family isn’t particularly fond of frivolous activities like dancing, but there might still be some as more people loosen up.

You nod, taking in his answer. This sounds almost a little exciting. Much better than spending time holed up in your room, studying or watching youtube.

Megumi pulled up to the grandiose estate. “Wow Gumi, I knew your family was loaded…. But not THIS loaded,” You gasped in awe. The entire property was large enough to be a mini village. You were shocked, to say the least. The beautiful landscaping, trees, the koi pond that connected into a river surrounding the main building… it was all too beautiful.

“Yeah, they are wealthy on a whole different level,” he responds, as he pops the trunk and retrieves your bags. “Usually they have servants around, but I’ll show you around the estate myself instead.” He starts walking towards the front entrance, you follow him closely behind, not wanting to get lost.

Megumi doesn’t even have to open the door, servants inside let him in as soon as he approaches. He briskly walks along the pavilion, turning left towards a long corridor. You try to match pace, but his long legs gives him an advantage. You take this moment, a few paces behind Megumi, to admire his raven locks bouncing as he walked.

As you’re walking, you pass an entryway, seeing a few figures to your right. Someone clicks their tongue. “I see my cousin Megumi understands,” he starts, eyes following your figure as you walk past him, “that a woman’s place is three steps behind a man’s.” This mysterious man, related to Megumi, smirks as your figure disappears.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s so full of shit it’s festering,” Megumi spits out. He seems to really hate whoever that guy was. Megumi leads you to a room down a quiet corridor and opens the door. “This will be your room for the next few nights,” He announces as he enters the room and sets your bags down. “My room is on the other side of the estate. These are the guest rooms. We can check mine out later, if you’re interested.” He flushes at that last part, looking down and uncomfortably shifting his weight. “Anyways, I have to clean up before dinner in an hour. I’ll be back to see you soon.’

Megumi retreats from your room and closes the door behind him. You decide to unpack, putting things in the drawers and hanging some items in the closet. The room was quite spacious, with its own bathroom attached and adjacent to this room.

You haven’t finished unpacking yet but decided to take a quick shower just to freshen up. You scope out the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind you. Turning the shower on to a scalding hot temp, you wait for it to heat up as steam fills the bathroom. You strip and enter the shower.

He stalks the hallway you were walking through but a moment ago. He’s insanely curious as to what you look like up close, intrigued by your fleeting form as you walked by behind Megumi. He wondered if you were his toy, you following Megumi like a puppy definitely gave off that message.

He can still smell a lingering scent of citrus and flowers. He knows it’s you, because women of the clan are usually not permitted to walk this side of the estate anyways. He’s following your trail, like a predator following its prey. He sees the faint glow of light coming from the crack of a door and approaches it.

He knocks once. No response. He knocks twice. Still nothing. Naoya Zenin believed he was a gentleman, but he had his limits. This was his future estate, he believed he had every right to know every single thing going on under this roof.

He lets himself in, and immediately sees the cracked bathroom door, a bit of steam escaping. He hears you humming while taking a shower, and smirks. He silently closes the door, and makes his way towards your plush bed. He sees a bag open, clothes strewn about. Something frilly and lacy catches his eye, and he walks towards the table instead. He picks the article of clothing up, noticing he was holding a black thong, laces and bows, adorned with gems along the thin waistband. He licked his lips, unholy thoughts flooding his brain.

He hears you shut off the shower, and quickly pockets the garment, swiftly moving to sit on the edge of the bed. A few moments pass, and the door of the bathroom swings open. Steam floods your room, quickly dissipating. You have a towel wrapped around your body, still humming as you walk towards your pile of clothes. You had set a specific set on top to put on after your shower. You could have sworn the thong was there, but as you rummaged through your bag the garment was nowhere to be seen.

“Looking for these, little miss?” You gasp and turn around to see a man sitting on your bed, holding up your thong with 1 finger, while smirking and eyeing you down. You nearly drop your towel, but regain composure.

“Who are you?” You ask, unsure of why a strange man you’ve never seen before let himself into your room.

“My apologies, doll, I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Naoya Zenin. I’m set to be the next heir of the clan and estate,” he smirks, “And I figured I should personally introduce myself to you. It would be impolite of me not to do so. Who are you?”

“I’m _____, Megumi’s friend. He invited me over to meet all his family.” His ears perked up at you mentioning your friendship with Megumi, a devious thought crossing. You were still in your towel, cold air further cooling your already wet skin.

“You didn’t answer my first question, little miss. Were you planning on wearing these?” He practically spins the panties around his finger, staring you down intently. “I didn’t think such a good girl would bring something like this to wear when meeting her friend’s family…” He trails off.

A blushes creeps along your face, you didn’t think someone would know. You didn’t think someone would barge into your room, look through your clothes, and tease you about it. You couldn’t even look Naoya in the eye, shame clearly on display on your features.

“Don’t worry, woman, I won’t tell anyone. You wouldn’t want your close friend, Megumi, to know about this right? I won’t tell; however, my silence has a price.” He finishes his comment, smirking at you. His sultry gaze was locked on you, scanning your body from head to toe. He grinned and licked his lips, thinking about how he could manipulate you.

“What do you mean?” You look up at him, confused and unsure about the situation. “What do I have to do?” At that question, Naoya lifts himself from your bed to make his way towards you. His gaze never once leaving yours, making intense eye contact that sent shivers down your spine and left you trembling. You felt like prey being stalked by a predator.

Naoya is right in front of you now, as he grabs both wrists with his hands and lifts them above your head. You’re startled but have no time to react as he pushes you against a wall, wrists pinned above you. You can feel Naoya’s hot breath tickling your cheek, making you lose all sense of rationality. He grins at you, looking down as he has you in a position you can’t easily free yourself from. Your head hangs low, looking down, trying to stifle your heavy breathing. You don’t want him to know his actions are affecting you.

“I know women are dumb, but seriously, how can you not know what I mean? At least you’re pretty….” He leaves his sentence unfinished, bringing a cold hand to your chin and tilting your head to look at him. “Little miss, I’ll explain it to you once, in an easy way to understand. I want to use you. Your body, specifically. Will you be a good girl and let me? Or do you want me to make you.” Naoya’s tone drops a bit, almost grunting at the end. Thoughts about what “using you” entails floods your mind. You’re inexperienced, but not entirely clueless. Your blush deepens as you look into his eyes, now peering down at you.

You didn’t think being degraded and praised in the span of a few seconds would entice you as much as it would. Normally you’re a very independent woman, fully capable of realizing your own dreams and pursuing your own goals. But something… something about being put down but also called a good girl sent you driving up the wall with insanity. You were hooked near instantly.

“Yes sir,” you meekly respond, looking up at Naoya. Your emotions and lust are on clear display for him, and he’s enjoying every second of it.

“Good girl.” He smirks. “Just to be clear, I have very specific tastes and like to be pleased in a certain way. Try and make me proud, you dumb whore.” Your cheeks flared red at the insult. “Open your mouth, cunt.”

You made no hesitation to fulfill his command. He still had a firm grip on your chin, leaning down as he spit into your mouth. “Swallow, princess.” He instructs as he pushes your mouth closed. You comply, feeling more heat pooling between your legs. “Good girl,” he purrs as you open your mouth to show him.

He leans back into you, lips crashing into yours. He nips at your bottom lip, drawing a tiny bit of blood as he goes back to kissing you. He can taste the blood mixed with both of your saliva as he forces his tongue into your mouth, trying to push his way into every part of you he can. His hand previously at your chin is moving down toward your neck, resting into a firm grip across your neck. You can still breathe, but the firm pressure while he’s sloppily kissing you elicits a few soft moans from you into his mouth. You can’t tell, but he’s grinning as his grip increases a bit. He pulls away before taunting you, “Do you like that? Huh? Are you a masochist or something?” He’s not relenting, grip strengthening as you’re looking up at him, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

You’re unable to speak, so you try to nod your head to show him that he’s right. He notices and loosens his grip before moving his hand towards your chest. “Good girl,” he praises you. “I like that.” He leaves kisses in a trail from your lips to your neck, kissing over the faint marks his hands left before. You’re still against the wall, hands above your head, and he released his other grip before picking you up and carrying you to your bed.

“Next time, I want to see you wear that slutty fucking lingerie you brought. You’re such a dirty girl.” He peers down at you as you’re left exposed on your bed. He’s crawling above you, pushing you into the mattress. He gives you a few impatient kisses before moving back to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts while his mouth moves to the other. His other hand is fervently roamed your body, moving down your tummy towards your hips and eventually resting on your thigh. His hands were soft but rough trailing along your skin, as if he was searching for something.

Naoya’s hand slips to your inner thigh, just shy of your exposed cunt. He lightly grips it as he starts leaving a trail of kisses down your body as he took his hand from your breast and pushed your thighs apart. He left love bites and marks as he made his way to your cunt, stopping to look up at you. He grinned as he spit on one of his fingers, prodding its way through your folds to find your clit. He’s been with many women, and although he has an arrogant attitude, he does know exactly how to please a woman.

He rubs circles around your clit as his mouth leaves a little bite mark against your inner thigh. You softly moan at the pain as Naoya’s eyes flick up to meet yours. Although you can’t see it, you’re sure he has that asshole smirk of his. Your suspicions are pretty much confirmed when he says “Are you some masochist? Some dumb bitch who likes to be hurt. For real?” You think you heard a laugh as he moved his finger down to your hole, spitting some more before he fucked you with a finger. You didn’t need any more lube, you were practically drenched. He pushed his finger in, feeling how tight your hole was with only one of his fingers.

“You have the tightest cunt I’ve ever felt. I’m impressed. Are you a virgin too?” He looked up at you, expecting an answer.

“Yeah..” You tried to hide your face with your hands, embarrassed at your lack of experience. Naoya saw it differently though. His cock twitched in his pants as you replied, and he started moving his finger inside your tight cunt. He loved hearing the little moans you make as he slipped his finger in and out, a lewd wet sound filling the room. He was trying to get you used to it, but he was getting impatient. He was already working harder for any woman he’s ever been with.

His mouth moved above your clit, tongue flicking around the sensitive bud as he slipped in another long finger into your hole. He curled and scissored his fingers, trying to stretch you as his fingers fucked you faster. Your face was flush with embarrassment as you still tried to contain some of your moans. One more finger slipped in, stretching your walls while he moved above you, face aligned with yours.

He kept fingering your cunt as he aggressively kissed you, biting your lip before he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You could feel yourself come closer to the edge, your core tightening. You were moaning into his mouth, arms wrapped around his neck pulling his body closer into yours.

“Fuck... Naoya…” you whined out as you felt the thread about to snap, “I’m gonna—cum!!” His fingers slammed into your cunt as he was leaving marks along your neck. You felt your walls tighten around his fingers as he expertly prepped your cunt for the main event.

“You’re such a good girl… I almost feel bad taking your virginity. Almost.” Naoya takes out his fingers, sucking on a few of them to taste you. He pushes one of his fingers into your mouth, commanding you to taste your own cunt. “Next time I’ll taste you myself… but I can’t wait any longer,” he says as he’s taking off his shirt and pants, pulling down his briefs to expose his large cock. He moves up above you again, grabbing your legs by the ankle as his body is pushed against yours. He’s putting you in a mating press. He moves the tip to your entrance and spits on his cock before slowly pushing inside, feeling your tight walls around his girthy cock.

He gives you time to adjust, but it isn’t nearly enough. Naoya has been kind enough, but he always takes what he wants. Still, he will be nice one last time. “I’m gonna fuck you how I want to now, okay whore? You’re gonna be a good girl and take it anyways, right?” He gives you no time to prepare as he slams into you, bottoming out, forcibly deflowering you. The pain hurts, but Naoya is relentless. He pulls out and briefly gives you a moment of respite before slamming his cock back into your cunt. Despite the pain, the feeling is like never before as his body is pushed against yours, cock ramming in and out of your hole. Your cute moans are like music to his ears.

He leans down towards your face, seeming like he’s going to kiss you but instead spits on you. He moves a hand to grasp around your throat as you’re looking up at, unable to make any sound as his cock abuses your hole. The pressure and lack of air make your head feel dizzy as he spits again, degrading you. “You like that too, huh, stupid slut.” He hips pick up speed, pulling out before repeatedly bottoming out into your cunt. He lets go of your neck, allowing you to gasp for air. He would never admit it, but the sound of you struggling to breathe drives him insane.

He spits on his hand and moves it to your clit, fervently rubbing your bud, bringing you closer to your second orgasm of the night. You feel the waves of pleasure overwhelm your body as he’s raw dogging your cunt and relentlessly abusing your clit. Your moans are laced with pleasure, dripping with your ecstasy as you cum over Naoya’s cock, tightening your walls around him.

Naoya mercilessly fucks your virgin hole like he deserves it, like it’s owed to him. Whatever he wants, he gets. He’s grunting as moaning as he picks up speed, fucking you like an animal. “Hey bitch, ah fuck—I’m gonna cum in you. You’re gonna take it like a good girl alright?” He lightly slaps your face as he’s finishing his sentence, bottoming out for the last time before he slams back inside your cunt and paints your insides white. You can feel the warmth of his seed filling you; there’s so much of it that it leaks out, a lewd sight before Naoya as he looks down at where you’re both connected. Before he can pull out and clean himself, the door to the guest room slightly creaked open as if it had been left ajar, not fully closed. Naoya cursed himself for not closing and locking the door.

Megumi had been standing there for not even 5 minutes when he went to check on you and bring you to dinner. He was approaching your room when he heard faint moaning coming from your room. He was confused and curious, stopping in front of your door as he noticed it was left slightly open. What he saw left him shocked and speechless, unable to move or avert his gaze through the crack.

He heard you more than he could see you clearly, but your moans that are more beautiful than a symphony of angels was more than enough to make Megumi’s cock strain in his pants. He peered closer, unable to see who was fucking you but still able to see your bodies colliding. He couldn’t deny how erotic it was to see you get fucked, but a twang of jealousy and pain struck his heart that he wasn’t the one making your body shake in pleasure.

He hears a voice, it sounds familiar although he can’t quite place it, telling you he’s about to cum. Megumi leans forward more, slightly pushing the door as he watches the other man breed you. Just as the door squeaks, the man’s head whips to see the door and he makes eye contact with Megumi.

“____, what are you doing?” Megumi questions as he practically stumbles into the room. You lift your head to see Megumi looking at you and Naoya in horror. Shame and embarrassment overcome you, and you move to cover yourself with some blankets as Naoya got off of you and faced Megumi,

“I think it’s more appropriate to ask what are you doing, Megumi?” Naoya’s staring daggers into Megumi; he’s unaffected that his family member caught him in a compromising position, almost as if he’s used to it.

“I was coming to get ___ for dinner… I didn’t realize she was busy being a disgusting fucking whore and sleeping with my family though.” He looks over to you, making eye contact as he sees tears form in the corners of your eyes. He doesn’t actually think you’re disgusting, quite the opposite in fact. But he’s so upset that someone else got to be with you first, and Naoya of all people. As if that scum deserved to be with someone like you.

Naoya could instantly tell what was going on here. He can read Megumi like a book, and smirks as he grabs fistfuls of your hair and pulls you against his chest to taunt Megumi. “Looks like you lost. This is why I’ve always been superior to you. You wanted this little slut, huh? Mad that I broke her in first, aren’t you?” His voice is laced with amusement as he provokes Megumi. He pulls your head to be almost level with his as he spits onto your face. “Your little friend is quite the slut, I had a lot of fun using her like the whore she is. She probably wouldn’t even mind if you joined in, isn’t that right bitch?”

Despite the predicament you were in, you couldn’t help but feel aroused at Naoya’s manhandling and suggestion of Megumi joining in. It had never crossed your mind, although Megumi is quite attractive, you didn’t think he was interested. You were only able to mutter out a small “yes” as you look over to Megumi, noticing the flush in his cheeks reaching all the way to the ends of his ears, and the straining bulge in his pants.

“I’m sorry, ___... Be good for me, please?” He was almost pleading as he was walking over to the bed, already starting to strip.

“You can hurt her and call her names, that dumb whore likes it.” Naoya says, moving aside to let Megumi have easier access to you. You’re still lying on your back, barely recovered from getting your guts rearranged only minutes before. Megumi stands in front of you before kneeling down to get at eye level with your cunt. Naoya hadn’t been able to get up since Megumi stumbled into the room; because of this, your womb was filled to the brim with Naoya’s hot cum leaking out of your small hole. Megumi’s eyes were immediately locked on at the lewd sight before him when he used both hands to grip your thighs and spread them apart.

He moved a slender finger past your leaking hole, scooping a bit of cum up with his fingers as he dragged his finger across your clit. The sharp inhale and moan you made sounded absolutely divine to Megumi, urging him to keep going. “Good girl…” he purrs, as he moves his long fingers down to your hole again, once again scooping another glob of cum. “Sit up, slut,” He commands as he stands up. You comply, not willing to play any games in a situation like this. He shoves his cum covered fingers into your mouth; you lap it up and suck his fingers without having to be told anything. Megumi grins. “Good girl, ____. Such a good girl.”

“I bet you like that, don’t you slut?” You hear Naoya’s remark from aside you, he’s watching all of this unfold right before him. Megumi takes his fingers out of your mouth, Naoya grips you with fistfuls of hair and forces you to look at him. “Answer me, bitch.” He glares at you intensely.

“Yes… yes sir… I do.” You try to look anywhere except him but Naoya isn’t having it.

“When men are speaking, you show them the respect they deserve. That means you answer clearly and fucking pay attention. Got it?” He tugs your head to face him, leaning in closer until he’s only a few inches from your face. “Open your mouth, bitch. And don’t swallow until I tell you to.” You comply and he spits into your mouth, before closing the gap and letting his lips crash into yours. He bites your lip, drawing blood. The metallic essence mixes with his spit before Naoya leans back and instructs you to swallow. It feels perverse and humiliating to admit that it turned you on.

Megumi dropped onto his knees again, this time pushing his slender fingers into your cunt. It feels different this time for you; he’s gentler as he stretches you open. He takes his time adding more fingers, taking in every moment and feeling.

“Let’s change the position, yeah Megumi?” Naoya says it more as a statement and less of a question as he’s already moving to rest on the bed against the wall, pillows propping him up. He pulls you away from Megumi while simultaneously flipping you onto your tummy. He pulls you into his lap, supporting your arms until you’re able to prop yourself up above his cock. One hand grips the back of your head and pulls you closer to his thick cock. He pulls you by your hair, aligning your mouth with the tip of his cock as he forcefully shoves your head down. You nearly gag, pushing against him as he tries to use your mouth. Despite your resistance, Naoya doesn’t seem to care and is chasing his own high using you to get him off. You take him into your mouth, inexperienced but trying to adjust quickly. Naoya gives you barely any time to try and settle within the rhythm he’s created. You basically gag on his cock every time he plunges it slightly deeper than the last, but this only enhances Naoya’s pleasure.

While Naoya’s aggressive use of your mouth is going on, Megumi is taking his time to explore you from behind. His fingers are touching every part of your body he can get to, settling on your ass that he starts to spread apart. He’s entranced by the glistening of your cunt in the light, lost in thought about how lewd you look taking Naoya’s cock while bent over for him like a full course meal. He’s done with his “inspection” and moves one of his slender fingers to your entrance. He slips it in easily, listening to you moan with a cock stuffed in your mouth. Naoya pushes your head down farther along his length, trying to hit the back of your throat. You try to control your breathing in time with his rhythm.

Megumi slips another finger inside, stretching your cunt. “Fuck, ____, I didn’t think you were this tight.” He groans as he starts fucking you with his fingers. The lewd sounds he forces out you vibrate around Naoya’s cock. His other hand is grabbing fistfuls of your hair, face fucking you harder as your dripping cunt takes another of Megumi’s fingers. Megumi picks up pace, bringing another hand to your clit to add extra stimulation, but mostly so he can see you writhe and squirm under him while trying to hold yourself up.

“Will you be a good girl for me and cum, ___?” Megumi coos, stringing you along with his praises. “You look like such a dirty girl right now, already about to cum with just my fingers. So cute.” He finger fucks you harder now, making lewd wet noises as his fingers slam back into your pussy. His other hand is toying with your clit, drawing circles and rubbing the little button to bring you closer to your ecstasy. You can feel the knot tightening in your stomach, feeling yourself be pushed over the edge with his fingers alone.

Naoya thrusts into your throat, choking you and momentarily leaving you without air as Megumi pushes you over the edge. You feel your cunt tighten around his fingers as the waves of pleasure wash over you, the lack of air adding to your heightened senses. You moan as you’re cumming, giving just enough sensation to Naoya for him to creampie your throat. His cum is being forced down your throat, yet there’s still so much that some leaks from the corners of your mouth as his cock is pushed against the back of your throat. He finally shows mercy and pulls out as you’re coming down from your high. You force yourself to as much as you can before gasping for air, panting as you trying to calm down again.

“You did a good job taking all of me, slut.” Naoya grins as he lifts your chin with one of his fingers, leaning down to give you a kiss as you share his cum in your mouth. You didn’t think he’d be into some perverted shit like that, yet he’s basically tongue fucking your mouth still full of his cum. He pulls away, a long string of saliva and cum still connecting you two.

Megumi watches you two, his cock throbbing so intensely it almost hurts. He wastes no time in pulling his pants and boxers down before spitting in his hand and lubing his cock up. He’s shuffling behind you, lining himself up with your cunt before he pushes in at full force, giving you no time to adjust to his monstrous cock. You let out a yelp, air evacuating your lungs at the surprise intrusion. He’s balls deep near instantly in your tight hole, stretching you open with a cock that is even girthier than Naoya’s.

Naoya is watching you, grinning, and lazily stroking his cock. You have no idea how he’s able to keep going for multiple rounds, only a little bit of time in between. But you don’t care. The man in front of you is irresistibly hot even though his attitude is garbage. You would do anything he asked no matter how degrading it is in hopes that he would manhandle you again. As these thoughts cross your mind, Megumi reels you back into reality as he pushes so deep into your womb you’re sure he probably bruised your cervix.

“Your pussy is amazing, sweetheart. You have no idea… hah.. how long I’ve been wanting this.” Megumi praises you, unable to control his breathy moans as he continues fucking you with full force. One of your arms is pulled to your side, Megumi interlocking fingers and holding your hand as he drills into you. Even in a situation like this, he can’t help but do some cute shit.

His other hand lightly smacks your ass as you whimper in pleasure, unable to hide the fact that you like it a little rough. Megumi lets go of your hand as you feel both his arms snake around your waist, pulling you up and against his chest as he fucks you. Your back is to his chest, on full display for Naoya in front of you. His shiteating grin is plastered on his face as he has a front row view of Megumi’s cock sliding in and out of you. He gets up from his seated position to face you. Megumi’s arms are still wrapped around your body, supporting you as he drills into your cunt. You can feel his breath against your neck and hear his soft whimpers in your ear. “You’re doing so well, slut. Such a good girl for me huh?” He whispers into your ear. His words send chills down your spine as he keeps ramming his cock into you, abusing your poor hole.

Naoya moves closer to you, his face only a few inches away from yours. He kisses you slowly, before aggressively trying to fill your mouth with his tongue. He pulls away, spits on your face, and lightly slaps your face. “You love taking your friend’s cock, huh? Didn’t think it would be that good, did you? Who knew you’d be the family’s fuckdoll.” He chuckles at his degrading joke, but you couldn’t help but internalize his words. You have no idea how you got to be in this situation, but you were definitely not complaining. Something about multiple men of the same family using you how they liked made your cunt drip at the mere thought of it.

Naoya moves his mouth to your neck, leaving little marks on your skin to prove he was there. Little bruises of his lust for you, marking your skin like you’re property. Megumi start pulling out with only the tip left inside, before bottoming out into your cunt. He groans beside you, lost in the addictive pleasure that is you. Megumi was no virgin, but he believed you were the best person he’s ever fucked, your body insanely attractive and your personality catching and reeling him, unable to resist you.

Naoya moves back before bringing a hand to your neck, gripping your throat and momentarily cutting off your oxygen. “Megumi… fuck this bitch harder when I choke her, okay? She fucking loves it.” And he wasn’t wrong, you did love it. He gripped your throat, a smirk planted on his features as he watched you helpless and at his mercy. Some drool started dripping out of your mouth and you could feel your vision starting to haze around the edges. Megumi fucked into you harder, pulling you closer to his body. Naoya let his grip loosen a bit around your throat, enough to allow some air to fill your lungs again.

“I’m close, baby. I’m gonna fill you up okay? Be a good girl and take all of it for me.” Megumi purrs beside you. Naoya takes this moment to strengthen the grip around your throat, cutting off your air. You feel Megumi’s speed pick up, him desperately chasing his orgasm. You can hear his staggered whimpers as he empties his load into your cunt, filling your already full womb even more. Naoya releases his hand from your throat, making you choke and gasp for air. He’s looking down at you with sadistic satisfaction as you struggle to catch your breath.

Megumi pulls out and lets go of your waist, and you plop down onto the bed absolutely fucked out. Naoya is quick to get off the bed and start dressing. He finishes so quickly it’s as if he was speedrunning it (he has done this many, many, MANY times before). He gives you a quick peck on the lips and gently rubs your cheek before starting to walk towards the door. “See you soon, slut,” he says as he walks out, closing the door behind him this time. Megumi returns with a clean towel, gently cleaning you up as you just lay their like a limp fish.

“You did so well for me. Thank you,” he says as he kisses your cheeks and then your lips before pulling away and picking up some clothes for you. He tosses you a simple outfit to wear and begins dressing himself as well. “Ready for dinner? You’re gonna meet the rest of my family now.” You nod your head yes, anticipating who else you’re going to meet.

‹𝟹 notes: this was originally suppsed to be a oneshot, but i felt like it was getting too long. i have plans for all of them and wasn't going to be able to execute it in just a oneshot. let me know what y'all think!

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m-ayo-o · 6 months

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Hi! I really love your work, especially your megumi fics and the geto x tattoo!artist one?? *chef's kiss* 😩🤌

Can I please request 🥴💜 thank you! 💋

hiiii, thanks !!! yeh i saw a picture of a rly pretty girl tattoo artist and i just had to write it heheh xx emoji event : 🥴💜 drunk 21+ boyfriend megumi x f!reader 18+ intoxication (tipsy) / needy megumi with his sweet girl - f. oral wc 1.4k

He was just going out for a few drinks with Yuji and Yuta... a boys night, as such. Not that Megumi is totally into drinking or getting rowdy with his friends. But these three aren't interested in that kind of night anyway- instead, they play pool (terribly), visit their favourite video game bars, then the two of them manage to drag your less than willing boyfriend to a club before heading home.

You hear scuffling from outside your door, keys jangling, then Megumi stumbling into your shared apartment.

You said you'd wait up, so there you are, snuggled on the sofa in his hoodie watching a movie.

"'m home..." he calls out, leaning on the wall to ease his spinning head.

"Hey" you giggle at his silly expression.

"Why- n-no how can Yuji drink so much..." he huffs and struggles to get his boots off.

"You didn't try to keep up with him, did you?"

"Ugh..." he just sighs and slumps on the sofa next to you.

He rests his head on your shoulder for a moment, letting you brush through his messy hair.

Then he lifts his head up and presses a series of kisses to your neck, then your cheek.

"Missed you."

He tilts your face to him now, grabbing your attention from the movie. He looks at you with those dark eyes, studying every detail of your face like he hasn't seen you for weeks.

"You're pretty."

He tugs at his black jumper you're wearing.

"Stole this?"

"Yeah, got cold."

"Hmm, let me- warm you up, princess."

He's getting so handsy and snuggly, pushing his face into your neck.

"Yuji and- Yuta were- doing some really gross shots..." he mumbles through his hiccups.

You stroke his back now as he leans in some more, resting his head on your chest.

"They gave some to you?"

"Yeah," he scrunches his nose up and squeezes his eyes together, desperate to forget the taste. You know he hates shots- he thinks they're pointless.

"Why did you have them?" You giggle again, teasing your poor tipsy man.

"Made me..."

You know how forceful Yuji can be sometimes.

You let out a little sigh.

"It's too late for coffee, would you like a lemon and ginger tea or something?"

You shouldn't give him any sympathy, really. But he leaves you no choice- his change in demeanor is just so endearing.

"Mm..." he groans, shaking his head, "need something sweet..."

Huh. That's unusual.

"Ok..." you didn't realise he was going to be so fussy, "how about a hot chocolate? I think we have ice cream..." you offer, knowing with complete certainty that he will decline both of your sugary, dairy filled treats.

He shakes his head again with another groan, this time sounding more disgusted, burying his nose between your boobs.

He tilts his head up to face you, with a look of need and lust in those dark blue irises.

"No." He looks almost sulky.

Oh. So you're getting horny drunk Megumi tonight.

He gets his hands under the hoodie and starts pressing kisses over your clothed nipples.

"Megumi, hold on!" You try to push him off- you really weren't prepared for this tonight... you're wearing such unflattering clothes and you don't exactly feel sexy.

He looks up at you again.

"Aren't you... too drunk for this?"

"Princess," he scoffs, looking a little offended, "you think 'm too drunk to eat you out?"

Oh. You thought he just wanted to fool around a little.

"I'm never gonna get so drunk that I can't eat your pussy..." he continues, starting to sink to his knees when he sees you blushing.

"I, ah- but-"

He presses a kiss over the thin material of your leggings.

"Mmmm warm in here"

"Hm, Megumi, do you- really- ah!"

He pulls off your leggings and panties with such haste and strength you forget he's so tipsy.

"Do you really... want to?" You ask, shyly pulling down his big hoodie to cover yourself.

He raises an eyebrow at you, as if you just said the most stupid thing in the world. And he laughs. He laughs at you.

"M-Megumii... what?"

He dips his head lower, his laughter fading away. He gives you a serious look now, with his hands grabbing at your thighs tightly. Yours are still clasped at the black material, pulling it between your legs.

"I always want to do this..."

He kisses your legs gently, making you ease up a little.

"Now are you going to let me?"

He's sounding less drunk by the second.

"Be a good girl and let me taste you"

He noses between your legs, pushing closer. He knows you can't resist toying with his messy, black strands. You release his hoodie and he pushes underneath immediately- your hands in his hair, his tongue running up your heat to find your clit.

That's just where he needs you. Now, if you'll just spread your legs a little wider- he pushes gently. Yes, that's it.

"Hmm," he hums and slides up and down, watching you finally submit to his touch as your body sinks into the sofa.

Every time he does this, it just makes you melt. And now he's a little tipsy, still eager to get down on his knees for you- and not just come home in a horny state, needing to get his dick wet- it makes your heart melt for him a little more. Each and every time he puts your needs before his own... it makes you realise what kind of a man you've been graced with.

"Megumi," you look at him, the way his eyes are resting closed while he hums absentmindedly, "you... you- why are you like this?"

"Like- what?"

"S-so- ah- so good to me?"

"Because I love you." He says it matter-of-factly. It's not up for debate. It's definitive. He loves you, so he's going to treat you like this.

Your puzzling brain is finally quieted by his soft licks and kisses, his hands on your body, taking you higher and higher.

And he was right. He's not too drunk for this. He could do this in his sleep. But now, with that little bit of alcohol in his system, he doesn't hold back at all. He's confident, he's messy and he's greedy.

His tongue digs into you deeper, he sucks harder at your little clit, and his fingers squeeze at your legs more forcefully. He knows he's not going to hurt you.

"Th-that's it- ah, Megumi-" he gets into that perfect rhythm.

Your head flies back on the sofa, now feeling his fingers pressing at your entrance, sliding through the pools of juicy wetness.

"Mmmmmff," he groans and sinks his middle and ring fingers inside you.

"Oh-oh, oh my g-od!"

"Not- too drunk- am I, princess?"

You shake your head, regretting your earlier comment now he slows his motions just as you were about to tip over.

He kisses at your bud softly and licks you so teasingly.

"I can do this whenever I want..." his fingers push in and out slowly, "right?"

He really wasn't pleased with the way you tried to deny him earlier.

"Y-yes, yes!"

"Tell me what I can do to you."

"Y-you can, can go down on me- ahh- anytime" you sigh when he gives you a few more licks.

"What else?" He presses.

"F-finger me..."

"Mmm?"

"M-Megumi, p-please, 'm 'm so close-"

"Tell me. What I can do to you."

"A-anything. I- I'm yours. You can do whatever y-you want to me-"

Correct.

He finishes you off quickly, delivering those final licks that get you hovering on the edge of your long awaited orgasm. A few more, then you're coming down, down, down, over and over, each long stroke of his tongue extending the waves of pleasure.

"Mmm," he hums and licks his lips, "can't taste that gross alcohol anymore. Thanks, princess."

He kisses your thighs and talks to you casually, as if he hasn't just given you the most dizzying experience.

"Y-yeah-"

He gives you a little smile, clearly sobering up, while you lie back on the sofa feeling drunk on his love.

index and middle or middle and ring? hahahha. also this is what i mean when i say megumi's wearing boots

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gotham-daydreams · 7 months

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i’ve been rereading your not [] series and WOWOWOWOWOW i love it sm. the writing? mwah chefs kiss 🤌🏽 the soul crushing loneliness is felt throughout the whole series and as the reader i can really feel every single emotion y/n goes through while reading it’s amazing. i’m excited for part three to see how it all goes down most importantly y/n’s reaction. i can only imagine the intense anger they’ll probably have after getting taken back to the manor. they’ll be angry cuz of the kidnapping thing but also it took them going missing for their family to acknowledge them. that’s a whole different type of anger and frustration. trying practically all your life to get your family’s attention, to them notice your there, all for it to be vain but the moment you’re gone and don’t exist, just like they’ve been treating your whole life, suddenly they notice. they felt guilty after realizing the damage they’ve done to you and just NOW they want to fix even though you’ll probably be carrying the trauma of the neglect for life so what’s the point of trying to fix it now? especially at this big age? the anger y/n must feel at this is insane. there’s also the fact that if y/n *does* want to give in to the sudden affection there’s that fear they’ll just leave again. they get kidnapped, imprison in what was their once home with high security, are being bomb with a bunch of love from their family they’ve never received before and then suddenly it’s gone, all their left with is just their freedom being taken away. y/n most likely feels intense anger, maybe even hatred, at their current actions but also fear of their future ones. it’s the perfect soup of angst and mannnn i’m eating it up.

sorry for the ramble i just wanted to let out my thoughts on your series but to sum it up i LOOVE your series and i’m patiently waiting for your next chapter to continue to see what of y/n’s fate becomes 🫶🏽

I'm so glad you're enjoying the series!!! And oh my god I love your interpretation as well!!!

As I've kind of stated/hinted at through various posts (I promise a masterlist will be made soon because there is a lot of things now that are piling up-), I don't really tend for Y/n in the "Not [ ]" series to get kidnapped just yet (not in part 3 anyways), but I think we all know that it's bound to happen considering things. And it will!

Honestly, I think a lot of people are kind of overestimating how 'loud' Y/n's anger, frustration, hurt, and pain will be in part 3, and it does make me a little worried about the reception of it. However, depending on one's interpretation, what the reader does instead can make the angst that much heavier. Because, well. They don't get that 'relief' that can sometimes come with shouting out your problems to the world- especially to the person that caused you such pain for such a long time, as it is also kind of acts like an unmistakable "hey!!! i'm fucked up and it's all your fault!!! i'll never forgive you for this and want nothing to do with you!!!" message. Though it is a mix within itself.

However, you are right, honestly!

Y/n in the start of the "Not [ ]" series is upset enough. Not only towards the family, but all the time they feel like they've wasted to try and just have a chance to just... get something they never had. All they wanted was a relationship, some kind of connection with anyone in the family besides Alfred, anything. Which is also mentioned in "Not Tonight" as there is that repeating theme/mention of Y/n doing too much but receiving so little, if not, nothing at all, for their efforts.

So just knowing that — as you've said — it basically took them essentially 'giving up' and being gone for months, for the Batfam to notice them? To try and even attempt to give not even half of what the reader had tried to before? Yet was rejected at every twist and turn? Up until this point?

Yeah, no. Y/n is plenty pissed, and incredibly hurt. Among other things as it's just... too little too late. Way too late.

Yet why I also say that I feel as if others overestimate how Y/n is going to express their anger, and how loud about it they're going to be, is because... well- this is a small kind of character spoiler, I guess, but they feel so detached from the family that the very thought of the Batfam even looking for them, is unfathomable. They don't realize at first how the Batfam is looking for them (despite the obvious signs), because it's never happened before, not even on accident.

They never got saved when they got into fights. They never got help when shit got tough. They were never heard, seen or even acknowledged in the house besides Alfred unless they initiated the 'conversation'. Why would they think that anyone who's acted to them like that, and wouldn't even let them exist in their space for a few minutes, go out searching for them? To put in even the smallest effort towards finding them — and because they were worried for Y/n's health no less — and not because they were the absolute last resort? They wouldn't. They don't.

It's a part of why part 3 goes the way it does, but again-its a part. The other pieces make it bad as well. Though that's all the spoilers I'm willing to give on that, which will go more indepth in part 3 itself (hopefully).

Basically, Y/n is a mess. Everyone is in a way, and that's what makes everything go to hell.

Y/n is angry, yes, but it starts quiet before it gets loud. Along with everything else.

So if and when Y/n does get kidnapped... hm.

I did say in a previous ask that depending on how it goes that Y/n would fight back if they're able to and such depending on how the kidnapping itself goes. And though I won't say much on Y/n's reaction in case it does go into future parts if more than 4 are made, I will say that you're right to assume that Y/n is incredibly pissed. You're also right on the whole idea with them being worried about the family basically neglecting them all over again, when everything is said and done. And that's great!

It's a mix. A whole push-and-pull deal where, yeah, even if more shit hits the fan- their own trauma will, in a way, protect them as well as make their life more miserable than it already is. Y/n'll probably never be able to naturally get close with the Batfam, not without 'help' anyway.

But these are yanderes. Their definition of 'help' is a little... twisted.

Though, yeah! And don't worry about rambling- I clearly do the same seeing as I think this whole post is almost just as long as what you wrote. So it's fine! If anything I really did enjoy reading it! Seeing all these different interpretations, and thoughts about the series and other things is incredibly interesting and I love it a lot! Especially with Part 3 on the rise.

#talking daydreams #platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfam #yandere x gn reader #sibling reader #gn reader #yandere dc #platonic yandere #neglected reader #i still find it funny how that got me rambling too- lol!#sorry if these thoughts are a mess and unclear my brain is kind of dying at the moment

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icyg4l · 1 month

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PAC: Sister-to-Sister Messages

As promised, I said that I would post messages this weekend in regard to Women’s History Month based on the results of yesterday’s poll. This reading will be all about sister-to-sister dynamics. I am so thankful for the support that I have been receiving for these readings. It’s much appreciated! 🤌🤌 Anyway, today is the last day of the five dollar flash sale!! All readings will be $5 today! Come get it if you want it!!! Without further ado, choose your sister duo.

*** Disclaimer: These readings are meant to uplift, relate to, and/or inspire women!

Left-to-Right (1-3): Chloe and Halle, Beyoncé and Solange, Tia & Tamera.

Pile 1: If you resonate with the photo of Chloe and Halle, then this is your pile. First of all, your potential hasn’t even peaked yet, Pile One. Your sister wants you to know that you should continue to pursue your dreams. I feel like you have the tendency to start stuff but not finish it. What’s that about? She’s noticed this since yall were young but probably thought you would’ve grown out of it. But she still thinks that you will prosper. Those who resonate with this pile seem to be the baby in the family. You may feel like your sister acts too much like your mother, but she just wants what’s best for you. I feel like your sister is very successful/accomplished & you may feel that pressure to follow her footsteps. But in reality, she just wants you to be you. Be an individual, babe. And the last message that I got from this pile was kind of funny. Your sister feels like you work too hard. Where’s your boo thang? You need to let some stress off with a sexual partner chile, especially if someone’s been putting in effort to talk to you. Give them a chance! Maybe you can find a creative spark from messing around with them! In the end, your sister is supportive of your creative pursuits. She just wants you to put in more effort.

Cards Used: The Star: King of Wands, Four of Cups, Prince of Wands, Page of Discs (RX), 3 of Discs.

extras: “you’re being uptight.” “i’d put my life on the line for you.” spotlight. errands. ADD. chronic lip licker. “you stole my clothes.” new wardrobe. a kiss on the cheek. pillows. voluptuous. chanel. argan oil. tree climbing. golf. tennis. pierced earlobe. “i didn’t get you anything, sorry.”

Pile 2: If you resonate with the photo of Beyoncé and Solange, this is your pile. Damn Pile Two, you’re quite the looker aren’t you? Your sister sees the physical growth that you’ve made in the past two years and she is in awe of it! You’re absolutely flawless dear! But don’t forget to hold onto your vision. I feel like this pile is in high school? Maybe a freshman in college. But you have a lot of admirers. I feel like your sister is younger than you & they feel like you’re not paying attention to her as you as you used to. She feels like you mistreat her, not necessarily on purpose. It may be because you’re so busy. She wants you to not forget about them. Your sister is proud of your pursuit of higher learning (if you’re in college). She is going to follow in your footsteps because of this. But make sure you keep your promises, babe. Go to that yogurt shop with her. Go shopping with her at the mall. Go to the movies. Hell, go to the park with her. Paint with her. Spend quality time with your sister so she can stop feeling this way!

Cards Used: Nine of Cups, Ace of Discs, Four of Discs, Five of Swords, 7 of Cups (RX), Princess of Cups, 10 of Discs.

extras: strawberry & banana smoothie. teenage dirtbag. furry boots. sweet treats. calming down after nightmare. salad. elephant lover. french tips. sparkles. ribbons. bows. “speak up, honey”. abbott elementary. “i want more you.” “honesty is everything.” “keep my secret.” conceited by remy ma.

Pile 3: Last but not least, if you resonate with the photo of Tia and Tamera, then this your pile. Aw, Pile Three, your sister regrets the last conversation y’all had. I feel like this conversation could have been about how personal choices affect loved ones, i.e. bringing around terrible dating partners/friends, not paying off debts in time. It also could have been a conversation about codependency or feeling smothered. It feels like your sister understands why you left; you wanted to put yourself first. It took her some time to realize that y’all can be separate and still have love for you. Y’all need time apart to grow. Do you have a twin, Pile Three? Or were you extremely connected to your sister on a soul level at some point? There will be some time for y’all to reconnect but just not right now. There’s some stubborn energy between the both of you but y’all will reconnect once there is momentum in the both of you guys’ lives. She doesn’t hate you for being independent, but she does hate the way things ended, Pile Three.

Cards Used: Eight of Cups, The World, Five of Swords, Four of Discs, Two of Wands, Nine of Discs, Strength, 7 of Wands.

extras: “i have the balls, you don’t.” “it’s my prerogative.” oil and vinegar. liv and maddie. perfectionism. credit card debt. “drink up.” doodlebob. responsibilities. the old days. unplugged cords. cauliflower. fake vegan. bad eyesight. chloe bailey. drinking water. messy bedroom.

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I'm loving your drabbles and headcanons so much, esp the hurt/comforty things, thank u for blessing my dash😭❤ if you felt like it, zoro and Sanji x how they would help the other through having a panic attack

aaaaaaa thank you anon! hurt/comfort all day every day 😔🤌🏼LESGO

sanji definitely has them more i think, considering the fuckton of things he’s gone through; not that zoro hasn’t been through some shit but you get my point. sanji had panic attacks as a kid back when he was in the cells in germa. to a certain extent i would say he's used to his body breaking down, so much so that he's learned to hide it very well. a slight increase in breathing, a little more twitchy with his gaze, maybe a very slightly bouncing leg; imperceptible to the normal person.

BUT. zoro is so attuned to him that he notices almost immediately, especially after they get together and he's paying even more attention. the first time, he's confused; sanji seems stressed. those are subtle signs of distress, but... there's no immediate threat around them that zoro can see. nevertheless he takes the cook's wrist and pulls him through a random door with one thumb ready on wado's hilt, asks him what's wrong—

and sanji breaks down. they're in the dark, quiet stockroom of some apothecary; if it had been anyone other than zoro with him he would have tried to hold it together, but zoro is fine. zoro is safe. he slides to the ground and curls up into a ball, hugging his legs to his chest and burying his face in his kneecaps even as he hears the swordsman's noise of concern. he's trembling all over, breath spiralling out of control and fuck, he doesn't even know what set him off— just that he'd started feeling smothered, cold sweat beading on the back of his neck, and then zoro had pulled him back here.

zoro's brain stalls a little. he'd seen some of the older kids at the orphanage struggle with this; panic attacks, shimotsuki sensei had told him, were not uncommon in people who had endured long periods of stress or trauma. but he'll think about the semantics later.

zoro has to ask three times, each increasingly desperate, if he can touch before sanji gives him a jerky nod; the cook's shoulders are hunched up to his ears, nails biting into his arms in a bid to ground himself, and zoro can't stand the thought of him hurting more than he already is— so he gently takes sanji's wrists as he crouches down, unwrapping his arms and sitting properly so that he can pull sanji close.

the cook shudders as he clambers into zoro's lap, graceless and hurried, hands slipping under zoro's arms to grip at his shoulders and zoro lets him cling, presses a hand to sanji's nape and the other to his spine, shifts so that his own back is against the wall.

they sit there for a long time on the stockroom floor. zoro isn't good at this, he thinks. at comfort. he tries anyway, sifts his hands through sanji's flaxen hair as he talks about everything and nothing at all, mindless murmurs as he feels tears dampen the side of his throat where sanji has decided to hide. sanji lets out a shaky breath, fingertips digging into zoro's muscle, and zoro can feel the cook's heart beating out a slowing tattoo against his own chest. his slacks are twisted around the ankle, rucked up above his stupid fancy loafers. zoro smooths them down as sanji pulls back and curls up sideways.

he is loathe to break the silence, but he asks anyway. "everything okay, cook?"

"...yeah," sanji breathes, seeming to deflate as zoro presses a kiss to his crown. "yeah, i'm good." he leans into the arm around his back and tucks his nose against zoro's collarbone, closing his eyes. zoro doesn't move and he won't until sanji wants to leave.

after that first time, zoro kind of gets it down to a routine. when sanji's about to have a panic attack he gets the cook to a quiet, dark space, sits down and talks him through it; it helps sanji to know where he is, who he is, who he's with. a lot of the times he gets set off because something tripped a memory from his past, and it rockets him right back into his childhood. sanji hates it; hates the hold that it all still has on him, but zoro is VERY insistent that his getting through it all, unscathed or otherwise, is something to be proud of.

sanji's always shaken after panic attacks, no matter how much he brushes it off. when they get back to the ship zoro bundles him up in blankets and brings him hot tea; it's a direct opposite of how he was treated back in germa. it helps. they already share a bunk most nights anyway, but on these nights especially zoro makes sure to really hold sanji close, lets the cook arrange him however he wants before they fall asleep because it's the least he can do.

it irks him. the fact that he can't fight something that's in sanji's own head, that he isn't the best at handling these types of situations— but sanji refuses to have anyone other than him for the time being, so he does what he can.

(to sanji, it's more than enough.)

now, zoro. i don't think he gets panic attacks often, but only because his body's kind of in a constant state of alert; he is so focused on being ready to fight, so high-strung, that he doesn't even have the chance to slack and slip into one.

however i think a breaking point would be if the crew was in any sort of perilous situation and he couldn't do anything to help. shit goes down and everybody's alive but he gets back to the ship and it all hits him at once.

sanji finds him sitting eerily still on the bench in the crow's nest. his leg would be bouncing but he's always had incredible awareness of and control over his body, and right now he has himself in an iron grip. his breathing is fast and laboured and his gaze is burning a hole into a spot on the wall— and sanji hovers for a second because it looks like zoro would fly apart at a single poke.

he recognises the symptoms even if they're locked down tighter than a sprung mousetrap. he climbs up gently but obviously enough that he knows zoro will notice, keeps his footsteps soft but lets his soles brush across the floor. zoro inhales sharply when sanji lays a tentative hand on his shoulder and the cook nearly pulls back, but he gives zoro a firm squeeze and sits down next to him.

they don't do much, just sitting there with their shoulders and knees pressed together, and sanji waits because he knows he can't push this no matter how much he wants to and god does he want to. his fingers twist discreetly into the covers on his free side. he wants to pull zoro to his chest and rub his back and show him that everything's alright. he needs zoro to show something other than stone-faced calm, about as convincing as a plaster mask. he needs zoro to not bottle everything in but he will not push, he won't, so he sits there and bites at the inside of his cheek.

eventually the weight on his shoulder slowly grows heavier. zoro reaches for his hand, tentative, trembling, and sanji nearly yells a prayer to whatever god he doesn't believe in. he leans over to pull zoro down and lies on his back on the bench, letting the swordsman curl around him and smoothing his palm over zoro's tense spine.

zoro's exhale is shaky. his fingers grip at sanji's shirt so tightly that the threads strain, his torso laying across sanji's stomach like a shield. sanji shifts down a little when he realises zoro's trying to get to his heartbeat; he sighs when the swordsman's palms bracket his ribcage, ear pressed above his sternum, earrings warming from being pressed against skin.

sanji rubs a thumb over zoro's hairline, kneading into his tense temples. "wanna come down for dinner?" he asks quietly, face soft as tired grey eyes peer up at him. "bet they're all waiting for you."

he knows that zoro needs proof that they're all alright. a night in the galley with gentle hands and bandages and soft laughter would do him some good. cake, if their nakama want, and spiked hot chocolate all around.

zoro grunts, burying his face back into sanji's stomach, and sanji takes that as a later. maybe a soon, if he's lucky; he needs to talk franky into giving this bench seat cushions. a soft huff ruffles zoro's hair, and sanji smooths it back into place.

they go down much, much later. sanji's spine is aching and he knows zoro feels bad about it from the palm that kneads at his lower back, but he doesn't really mind. luffy's indignance at missing dinner is mollified when sanji bakes a massive red velvet cake. nobody notices when he slips zoro an extra slice and gets a soft squeeze around the waist as thanks.

#zosan #one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #one piece #one piece zoro #one piece sanji

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non-stop-imagines · 11 months

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Part One: Meet Cute

Part One Two Three Four

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Truly nothing except a cute little story about how Y/N and Mick met

A/N: Helllooooo everybody!! Firstly, I just wanted to say thank you for the support I got for my first F1 piece, especially @omgsuperstarg, who has truly been so sweet to me! This piece is the first part of a 5 part series that I decided to do about a freelance journalist reader and Mick falling in love and everyone else realizes it but them. This really is going to be an endeavor for me because I really want to incorporate a social media au aspect that I see on a lot of F1 fics that I just think is soooo cool and creative! Also, shoutout to @thisismeracing for accidentally inspiring this because their King of my Heart series is *chef's kiss🤌🏿*. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!!💖💛

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You huff a breath of relief as you push your way through the Silverstone paddock turnstile, looking at your pass briefly before letting it drop back down onto your chest. “I better make this count with the price of this fricken pass.” You mumble before finally allowing yourself to take a look around the paddock. The vast concrete area was buzzing with teams prepping for the practice sessions the next day, fans searching for their favorite drivers, various youtube videos being filmed, an overwhelming number of outfits containing designer products. This jumped out at you because, while trying to wrap your head around the number of highly priced items being worn around the paddock, out of all the well dressed people there, a photographer stopped you to get a picture of you in basic black biker shorts and white cropped tank top, wrapped in a oversized blue accented varsity jacket that matched your true blue accented Jordan 1’s, long locs put up in a bun for the sheer purpose of keeping your hair out of your face while you worked.

“You look amazing. Thank you for letting me take your picture” The photographer compliments you after asking for your instagram handle when you confirmed that it was okay to post you, then gives you a firm handshake before moving on to photograph more of the paddock. Your mind continues to reel about the encounter as you proceed with making your way through the paddock, trying to find the press room where the driver interviews were taking place.

It was at that moment Mick exited the Mercedes motorhome, en route to the main F1 paddock building for certain administrative business, but he couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous girl, frantically looking around at the buildings then back at her phone, as if trying to read a map. She shielded her glasses clad eyes from the bright sun that caused her brown skin to shimmer, and had her glossed lips slightly puckered as she continue to search for her destination. Mick’s feet had a mind of their own as they started toward her, stopping briefly to talk and take picture with a little fan that was practically vibrating in the presence of their favorite driver, or rather current reserve driver. Once close enough to you, close enough to smell the light floral scent hinted with vanilla wafting from your person, he tries to quietly alert you to his presence, trying hard not to startle you.

“Do you need help finding something?” Still, even with his quiet efforts, you flinch at the sudden visual of piercing blue eyes watching you, concerned.

“Oh, uh, yes actually. Do you know where the press room is? I think the driver interview is about to start and I would really like to be there or else I came here for nothing.” You chuckle as you finally turn toward the person nice enough to come and help you.

“Uh, yeah. I was actually headed that direction myself.” The bright smile he flashed your way did nothing less than knock you off your feet, which caused you to almost miss the hand he had held out in an effort to introduce himself. “Mick.”

“Of course you are. Um, Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n. Very nice to meet you.” You shake his hand, both of you holding on for a little longer than necessary before Mick lets go in order to motion towards the walking direction. While a bit of disappointment panged through you at the loss of his hand in yours, you quickly recovered when you felt the lightest brush of Mick’s fingers on your lower back, guiding you briefly in the motioned direction. As much as both of you wanted to stroll slowly to your destination and have even the smallest morsel of time to get to know the pretty stranger next to them, you both had somewhere to be, and with Mick’s added task of having to avoid people coming up to him to decrease travel time, both of you had to walk briskly and wordlessly until you two finally reached the press room.

“Well, here you are.” Mick knew he had to leave that moment, but his feet betrayed him again, this time staying stationary as you rummaged briefly through the belt bag across your chest, pulling out a small disheveled legal pad and a pen.

“Thank you so much! Uh, do you know which drivers are in there right now?” You ask without looking at Mick you finish getting ready to go inside, missing the way his eyes danced over your image, and his face when he noticed the increased pace of his pulse.

“I think Lewis, Lando, Alex and Logan.” He mentally curses his feet but quickly accepts the short lashing he’ll get from admin. This girl, Y/n, she’s worth any reprimand thrown his way.

“Interesting bunch.” You look at your watch and quickly get into gear since there is one minute left before the interview session starts, but you finally take one last look at Mick's heartstopping presence briefly before you speak one last time. “Thank you again, Mick. It was very nice meeting you.” And just as quickly as you came into his life, you were gone with a quiet click of the door.

The time neared 7:30 pm as Mick hovered around the press room door, nonchalantly greeting people that say hello in passing, wondering on a scale of 1 to 10 how weird it was for him to be waiting to see if he can catch you leaving. All day he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head, the way the blue accent of you shoes and jacket went perfectly with the gold hoop earrings, rings and watch you wore, but how the shine of your jewelry had nothing on you, your chocolate eyes, your brilliant smile. How that amazing smile disappeared behind the door he has been nervously hovering around for about 10 minutes. “Okay, 5 more minutes. You already look crazy Mick, you don’t need to make it look worse.” He takes a deep breath, prepared to wait those 5 minutes, but he is quickly blessed with an answer to his prayer as he watches you exit, profusely thanking an F1 personnel.

“Thank you for letting me stay a little longer. Really. That extra time was a lifesaver.” You continue to thank the coordinator, who’s name you have since learned was Julie, as you finish packing away your notepad.

“No, thank you for helping with the chairs and stuff. That usually takes me well over an hour.” Julie turns to thank you after checking and rechecking to make sure the room was locked.

“It was the least I could do. Honestly.” Mick watched you shine that bright smile to the woman in the Formula 1 polo then shake her hand one last time after exchanging a few more words and then going your separate ways. Luckily, you typing out a few last thoughts in your notes app gave Mick time to gather his thoughts and get back his words before catching up with you.

“Y/n.” The familiar light German accent causes you to stop your brisk walk to the paddock exit and turn around to see Mick, his bright demeanor still able to peak through the obvious tiredness that he showed.

“Mick! Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you would be long gone by now.” You began to fidget with your phone in your hands, more than ecstatic that Mick was there, after believing that the last time you were going to see his radiant eyes was before you rushed into the press room.

“No, just got out of my last meeting.” He lied. He could have left just after lunch, but once he realized that the different press conferences were going to last until late in the evening he found everything he could do within the paddock from getting tik toks planned for the next morning out of the way to walking the tracking with Esteban, who got an earful about the pretty journalist he met today, just to stay as long as reasonably possible.

“Do Thursday’s usually go this long? This is only the first day of the first full race weekend I’ve been able to attend and I’m already exhausted.” You push the singular loc that you kept out of your bun away of your face and shift from one foot to another as you brought your hand to your glasses to push them back to their original spot, feeling slightly nervous under the intense observant gaze that Mick had as he took in each of your movements and absorbed every word.

“Yeah, Thursday’s tend to run long. But you get used to it.” You nod to his answer and shift on your feet again, looking around at the thinned out crowd in the paddock. He could see that you were getting restless, probably ready to head back to your hotel and immediately drop, but he needed a little bit more time, and little did he know you were thinking the same thing. In reality you were looking for some ice cold water, something with caffeine, anything to keep you awake long enough to stay here with him a little longer. “Would you like a coffee or something before you go? The espresso in the motorhome works wonders, I've been told.” Even though you were screaming on the inside, the most emotion you were able to muster was a tired grin and a light nod before you found yourself following behind Mick to the Mercedes motorhome, where he ordered an espresso for you and a water for him that were quickly produced from the barista and served, leaving you two to drink in silence for a moment.

It was now you’re turn to admire the blonde in front of you, your eyes tracing his jawline as he looked around the lobby. His eyes seemed glossed over, hinting to you that he honestly was nearly twice as tired as you but since he was seasoned in the proceedings of the race weekend, he remained affected to a lesser extent. You watch his hands as he attempts to crack his knuckles, but producing no sound. After a long cleansing breath, his attention settles back on you, giving you a tired grin that still reaches up to his eyes.

"So did you get good information from the interviews? You are a journalist, right?" His eyebrows scrunched with his question slightly.

"Yeah, I am, and, um, yeah. I think I got what I needed." The corner of your mouth twitches up before you bring your cup to your lips to slurp some espresso. This was the first time in his life Mick has wanted to be a cup so bad, receiving the touch of those still well glossed lips.

"Did you get to ask any questions?" You set your cup down and finish swallowing the liquid before answering. He almost didn't hear your answer as his eyes first zeroed in on the muscle movement in your throat as you swallowed and then to your hand which crossed his slightline, your fingers, which he now noticed had slightly longer, almond-shaped nails painted white and light blue, adjusting your glasses again.

"Yeah, a couple. Lewis, and actually Toto during the team principal interview, were actually the most attentive when I was chosen to ask my questions. But with the information I got, I could probably have a short piece out by midday tomorrow." You mess your phone a bit, painted nails flipping it over and over but your brown eyes were still locked on him, breathing out a chuckle when you see his eyebrows twitch upward.

"That's quick." The upward turn the corners of your mouth took forced him to take a sip of his own drink, to keep his own lips and his hands occupied. He wanted to touch you so bad, at the very least feel the soft warmth of your hand from before.

"Articles tend to come out quickly during race weekends. Allows for people to question the possibilities, no matter how unrealistic." You shrug, partly due to the nonchalantness of your explanation, but also because you realized how intently he was listening to you. When he wasn't asking a question his eyes were scanning you, your eyes, your hair, your hands, your lips. "Tomorrow's article is probably gonna be Mercedes heavy. Your colleagues seemed pretty giddy about this race weekend, like they have something big in the works.” You earned a shrug and a smug grin from Mick as you both simultaneously take another swig of your respective drinks.

"So…" Mick fiddles with his idle hands and then his nearly empty bottle before he asks his possibly embarrassing question. "Have you written anything about me?" The look he gave you after the words came amount was similar to a schoolboy asking if his crush talked about that day as his head dipped a little which forced him to have to look up through his eyelashes at you as he gave you a boyish smile. A short, slightly ugly sounding chortle came from you as you picked up your phone and begin scrolling.

“One moment, please.” A confident grin slithered its way onto your face as your scrolling slows, indicating that you were nearing the excerpt. “So this was from right after it was announced that you were joining Mercedes. It was for a women ran blog, pretty cool girls.” You give your disclaimer before clearing your throat and begining to read. “‘Even though our favorite blue eyed blondie has been heave-hoed from the grid by the under performing, underwhelming Haas Formula 1 Racing team, we are glad to see the warm welcome Mercedes AMG Petronas, his fathers previous racing home, has given him, and we can only hope that he will be accepted with open arms and treated more like family and less like a liability.’” You glance up from your phone to Mick’s widened bright blue eyes, laughing a little when he lets out a breath through O-shaped lips.

“That was sweet…and a little aggressive, but…” He leans back in his chair and runs his fingers through his hair, smiling hazily as the words played over and over again. He had to find that article.

While Mick floated through his thoughts, your eyes quickly flash to the stretch and flex of his arms and the slight bulge of his bicep as his hands moved through his hair before refocusing on the article on your phone. “I was angry about the situation…and happy that someone gave you a chance. I mean, this was at a time when everyone was speculating about your future in F1 and comparing your journey to your father’s and I was tired of it. It was Haas’ loss.” You finish off your espresso and fiddle with the cup for a moment before Mick motions to it then plucks it from in front of you to throw away in the proper recepticles, carefully sitting back down and getting back in the same seating position he had before as you continued explaining. “I mean, I did talk about the previous season, the crashes, because it was an important component to the whole thing, but if Haas can’t fund the mistakes that comes with taking on a rookie, they shouldn’t take on rookies.” The passion that you showed about the topic, about his own difficult experiences, aroused a different area of Mick’s attraction to you. Even before meeting him, you had such strong opinions on how people treated him, indicating how much care for people, and how your care for people you love is probably exponential to that of the care you showed him, a virtual stranger. You take a deep breath to bring you back to the moment then check the time on your phone, shocked to see it was nearing 8:45 pm. “Geez, I didn’t mean to keep you so late.” You unlock your phone and quickly tap to the Uber app, queueing up a ride, before setting your phone face down and watch as Mick’s face drops the slightest bit at the thought of you having to leave him.

“Oh, you didn’t…I don’t mind… I’m sorry for keeping you. I should have let you leave when you said you have an article to write by tomorrow.” You two were at a pining stalemate. Both of you needed to get up. Both of you needed sleep because you both had an early morning. But here you sat, at least for a minute more, both fully admiring the person in front of you as you guys racked your brains for reasonable ways to stay together, but to no avail. So you both sadly and simultaneously stand from your seats, thank the barista who you both were completely unaware was still there, and exit out of the motorhome, but take no steps away from the building.

“So, do you have a ride?” Mick rolls his shoulders forward to shift the backpack he had on as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. Your now hyperfocus on his presence and the close proximity caused your mind to swirl from the whiff of a warm, leathery, woodsy scent that floated from him.

“I called an Uber, which is now about 7 minutes away.” You check your phone then look toward the paddock exit where security was still standing guard and guiding those leaving in the correct direction.

“Oh, well, I’ll walk with you then.” Mick tries to stuff his hands impossibly deeper into his pockets while you two mosied toward the exit, fighting the urge to hold your hand that swung close to your side. The walk was mostly silent with the exception of small comments about the day and the thanking of people working in the area as you guys passed them. You two arrived at the Uber pick up spot just as the car arrived but took no action to get in.

“Thank you again for everything. You have made day one at my first race very memorable.” You shine your bright smile at him one more time, accentuating your cheekbones and making your brown eyes beam.

“I’m glad.” He could only stare at you, mesmerized, wishing this car wasn’t waiting for you to enter. “Uh, here let me.” His words faded off as he reached around you to open the rear passenger side door of the car, hesitating briefly as you both relished in the closeness, temporarily becoming intoxicated by the beautiful scent created by the mixing of your perfume and his cologne. You breathed out a thanks and slowly climbed in the backseat, preparing your goodbye when Mick leaned in the car real quick, seemingly surprised at his only abrupt action. "Come by the motorhome tomorrow before practice sessions start. I'm gonna see if I can you a pass to the garage for the rest of the weekend." Your tongue juts out slightly over your bottom lip as a flirty smile slides across your face, and as your peered over your glasses to look into Mick's eyes, the sexual tension that was hidden underneath the youthful attraction the entire time was highlighted, increasing the desire to close the gap between you two that has been keeping you both at bay all night.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, then." You spoke with minimal lip movement, subliminally trying to bring Mick's attention to them. Both of you think that if the moment lasted any longer that afore mention gap would have closed and the night would have ended much different, but instead Mick nods at your acceptance of his invitation, slowly steps back to close the car door and watches as you are driven away, finally able to come down from the events of the day, the emotions that clouded him, and audit the actions he took. As he headed to his car he was sure your face was going to be at the forefront of his mind, your residual scent and the memory of your voice will be what lulls him to sleep, and the anticipation of seeing you in the morning is what will get him out of bed. Getting into the driver's seat of his car, he realizes you guys didn't settle on a meeting time so he pulls out his phone to text you, but then it dawns on him. He never got your number.

#black reader #f1 x black!reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x black!reader #mick schumacher #mick shumacher imagine #mick Schumacher x black!reader

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sadie-bug345 · 8 days

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gang as sodas‼️‼️🫶🫶

i’m BAAAAACKKK i had a minor mental breakdown over stupid guys but it is okay because we are back in the game🫡 ANYWAYS LETS GO

ponyboy:

hard sprite fan

probably accepts sierra mist or starry WHATEVER ITS CALLED NOW

but he does so begrudgingly😐

also probably vibes w Hi-C or brisk tea or smth random like that

8/10 mcdonald’s sprite lover

johnny:

dr pepper for sure

that or some other cola

but he enjoys the sweet perfection that is dr pepper🤌

probably cracks one open like every three hours

the caffeine keeps my boy running

which is real cause who has the naturally occurring energy that allows him to stab socs and hide out in a church for a week🤷‍♂️

9/10 iconic

sodapop:

hot take but i feel like my guy either LOVES and CRAVES soda OR he is just like meh about it

like his name already is a lot

so some days when he’s more down he’s just like

”NO STEVE I DO NOT WANT A COKE AND STOP IT WITH THE JOKES”

🫶🫶

usually though he’ll lean into it and accept his love for soda and himself

6/10

darry:

probably doesn’t like the carbonation or ice in it or smth

like he’s got some weird excuse for not enjoying it (my dad asf)

but when he does give in and drink one, it’s like tab or something so random for no reason😭😭

maybe he’ll ask the waitress for some specialty soda he remembers as a kid and then has a lil fit whenever they’re just like “🧍‍♀️…what?”

5/10 for the nostalgia

dally:

chooses alcohol anytime

but if he CANT

HARD ROOT BEER ENJOYER

it’s so random but my guy will down glasses of root beer like it’s nothing

like I KNOW THAT FIZZ IS GOING UP YOUR NOSE PAL

he just thinks it’s the “toughest” soda ??

idek really why he does the things he does

8/10 cause i love me some root beer too

two-bit

pretends to get super mad whenever the waitress is like “we only carry pepsi products😔”

he’s like “😟…NO‼️”

probably a cream soda enjoyer

which is actually so real

like you kinda ate with that

typa guy to get every soda from the soda fountain and combine them all just for laughs

and then actually chugs it

6/10 bc why are you torturing your taste buds like that

steve:

grape soda enjoyer😭😭

im sorry i cannot with grape soda it tastes like medicine to me

HOWEVER

HE WILL STAND BY IT FOREVER

LIKE HE DEFENDS GRAPE SODA SO MUCH

also probably likes orange soda which is actually solid

he likes the fruit flavors more than anything which does hit but like not 24/7 my guy

5/10

THIS WAS FUN REQUEST PLS OK BYE BYE🫶🥰‼️

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #the outsiders sodapop #darry curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #matt dillon #sodapop curtis

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I'm kinda feral over the fact that fort has so unabashedly mentioned on three different occasions (and maybe even more idk) that peat is the one that lead them or gave advice on what to do during their nc scenes (and all the while also being proud that he did well lmaoo) and each time he mentions it, my boy peat has looked shocked and/or embarrassed.

exhibit 1: https://youtu.be/gXh4fh2_jKg (around 3:55).

mc: "on the topic of "spicy" and handsome, what about p'peat do you think is hot in real life?"

f: "well for the nc scene, the one that gave me advice was p'peat, he suggest what to do"

p: *embarrassed laugh* "kill me, the cat's out of the bag now"

f: "really, before shooting p'peat suggested how to do things better, that's probably his "spicy" side. isn't that right?"

and this interview took place sometime in may I think where they said they were only around 50% done with filming. (also, really just recommend watching the whole interview because they're just so cute and fort is Whipped wbk)

exhibit 2: https://youtu.be/I7cpHuhzfdE (around 3:27) in which I assume filming was finished

q: which scene is hard?

p: "I think... love scene"

f: "really? but you guided me"

p: *shocked* "don't believe what he said. I just gave regular advice. I feel like love scene is something hard. I'm just a rookie actor. when it comes to love scenes, my heart will beat faster. anyway, I managed to do it. right?"

f: "you're right. though it's hard, you gave me a good tip. I did it well"

exhibit 3: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CkNQsQKLwYL/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= or https://twitter.com/poppydrc/status/1585524613504606208?t=boDncjXqZMP_kQSg7fsfSQ&s=19

and in this last one, it was definitely after filming had finished and they were also talking about the office table/board room scene

f: " actually p'peat was the one to give me suggestions since we filmed the official pilot. "fort, you have to do it like this"."

mc: "so he is the one teaching you"

f: "it was like "fort if you want me to feel something, that's my sensitive spot" something like that. "just giving you some suggestions". I was like oh, I see. but at the end, I would still follow my heart"

p: "you are making this up right?"

f: "noooo"

mc: "really? you are close enough to tell each other your sensitive spot?"

p: "yes, because we want to make it as natural as possible. my sensitive spot is my ears, but fort kept touching parts other than my ears"

mc: "touch where?"

f: "it was because of the setting. sometimes, I just couldn't reach his ears. something was blocking between us, and it was out of my reach"

mame: "it was an office table"

fortpeat: *put their heads down in laughter and embarrassment*

LIKE ??? Peat?? my son? but also fort leave my embarrassed son alone? and stop being smug? but not really because I love this for me. I'm sorry, I'm just Not normal over them at all. I've been thinking about this for days and I need more people to know about this just because.

also, peat has mentioned multiple times how it took them 3-4 takes (vs bn's 1-2 takes) to film their nc scenes because fort kept messing up (implying he was doing it on purpose). and fort mentioned how on nc scene filming days, the staff would tease him saying it's his time. like fort really was just there to have a good time with peat lmaooo

Hey nonnie ❤️

Sorry for the late reply 🙈 (time zones and I was sleeping) 😁

So moving on to your revelation MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR. LIKE WHATTTT WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE. IS THIS FOR REAL. (proceeds to run to YouTube)

Poor Peat, trusted Fort to keep it a secret between them and my baby is so smug that he did so well for the first time in NC scenes (be proud my love, you were phenomenal 🤣)

Also it is such a FortPeat thing to do you know for Pear to direct Fort how to do and what to do and Fort to follow it to the point. 😌🤌

Also Mame spilling the beans OH BOYYY 🤣🤣 SHES THE BEST WHEN EXPOSING THE BOYS. ALSO I AM DYING AT THE FACT THAT EVERYONE ON SET HAS ALREADY DECLARED THAT FORT IS OBSESSED WITH PEAT 🤣🤣 AND EVEN ENCOURAGES IT 😂😂

I bet every time Peat showed TLC to Fort there would be fireworks blasting by the Crew just to celebrate Fort's happy moment. 🤭🤭

Also kudos to Fort following his heart and doing what he wants to NC scenes coz I feel like that has surprised Peat coz I have noticed that during the boardroom scene while Sky is still in the chair And Prapai is on his knees and just before Pai picks up Sky he looks a bit surprised and does a action like a (double take) and I always wondered what Fort was doing in that moment 😂

CHECK OUT THE LAST SECOND HOW PEAT LOOKS SURPRISED 🤭🫣

P. S Thank you sharing all this gold information with us. Really appreciate it ❤️😚

#love in the air #prapaisky #fortpeat #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn #asks are always appreciated

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ryuichirou · 8 months

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Ryu, I really have to say, I absolutely adore the way you portray the octavinelle trio! especially Azul! Most of the time, the fandom tends to mischaracterize the 3 of them ;/,

for example, in Azul's case, making him a crybaby bottom. In Floyd's case, a lot of people in the fandom forget that he's actually really smart?? or that his "squeezes" are just harmless hugs. in Jade's case, they forget that he can be just as chaotic and unpredictable, just like Floyd. They're twins, after all!

Anyway, I really like reading your headcanons about them! and I was wondering if you have more headcanons you would like to share about these 3 ? Not ship wise, but more like general headcanons about each of them? 🤌🏻

Anon! It took me a while to get to your ask, but every time I sat down to write some replies, I took a look at it and smiled. I am so happy to hear that and so grateful.

These three are indeed often the victims of mischaracterization. Even in general, I feel like people often forget just how dangerous they are, and not only because of sheer power, but also because of how smart and cunning all three of them are. We had another reply about Azul not being crybaby just the other day, but just like you said, the tweels also get misinterpreted a lot. But this is not a post about the mischaracterizations… this is a post about headcanons!

I mentioned it at some point, but I’ll say it again: we love these three and their interactions so much that we would gladly watch a sitcom about them scheming and doing other stuff. They are such a fun trio with so much potential for both comedic and dark scenarios.

So, here are some headcanons about them! We also have a post with more headcanons about them, but in our Mafia AU specifically.

They have an unspoken rule that there shouldn’t be any sentimental moments between them, but Azul is the only one who takes this rule seriously. If Jade and Floyd want to hug each other or Azul and say nice things, they could easily do it and no ban would ever prevent them. But then again, it’s also because Jade and Floyd know that such behavior would piss the other two off and make them embarrassed and annoyed as fuck, so it’s worth it.

They are both closer to each other and further from each other than Azul thinks. It’s not like Azul has no impact and no value in the tweel’s life whatsoever; he kinda changed their life’s trajectory forever, because they would have never left the Coral Sea if it wasn’t for Azul’s ambitions. But also, their experience together doesn’t really give Azul any immunity in case he stops being amusing to them.

The dynamic in their relationship always shifts. There are moments when Floyd is “the sane one” of all people; Azul and Jade actually can get very annoying when both of them are focused on some great plan….

There are days when Azul gives the tweels the same vibes as their dad. Papa Leech doesn’t nag as much as Azul does, but the contract-oriented part with annoyingly high attention to details is certainly familiar to Jade and Floyd. If you told them that, they would disagree though, because come on, their old man is much more fun-loving.

Floyd actually has quite a lot of videogames, but sometimes he spends months not touching any of them. And sometimes, when he’s in the mood, he can spend an entire week playing the game and skipping classes just because he is so focused and wants to finish the game as soon as he can. He likes fighting games a lot, but Jade and Azul are worse at videogames than him, so he can’t play them much. And looking for someone else to play with is bothersome…

They actually enjoyed playing music together. A lot of time it ended up in complete chaos because of Floyd’s desire to reenact the final scene of the movie “Whiplash” (which he hasn’t seen by the way), but still…. Sometimes Azul thinks than when the Mostro Lounge stuff gets more independent and doesn’t need as much of their help and control, they could play for their customers. One time he even said that and instantly regretted it, because he can’t just show these two piranhas his vulnerability like that. The tweels replied with “you’re a control freak, Azul; we’ll never get to that point”, by the way.

That school/camp they went to when they were learning how to operate on land was actually the greatest bonding experience for them. It was the first time when Azul saw the tweels being vulnerable. Probably the last time as well…

Azul taught Jade and Floyd the basics of cooking. It was brutal... Azul was learning at the same time though, because cooking on land and cooking underwater are two completely different things :(

#replies #headcanons #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech

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mintytealfox · 3 months

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What's your favourite Norton skin?

OOOOOOOOOOO!! 👀🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌 It is so hard to just pick one but if I narrow it down to three it would be:

Highway Cavalier Ronald of Ness/Nice The Orphan of Goetia

-I love the highway one cause it really taps into his true nature the loudest, I think. How he helps those who are also trying to survive. He acknowledges their sacrifices and respects them for it, helps them even if it kills him. Aka willing to sacrifice himself for those who have earned his respect. And he holds true to his values, in this case its: "adamant that he is the last true racer of his time who wishes to complete each race with the simplest sportsmanship - despite the significant pain and failure he has suffered." and I love how he is "based off of the Spanish epic hero "Don Quixote"" I have got mad respect for this skin and he looks cool LOL

-I love how Ronald concentrates on Norton's performative side (which I really hope we will see in canon but he may be too jaded by this point to care to put the performance on aaahhh orz but MAYBE -crosses fingers-). The tangible lore this skin has just turns on all of my brain neurons loooool! I like how he and 'Mr. Inference' were 'comrades in arms' in the army together 👀🤌🤌 His friendship may have come at a price at the beginning but again, that respect was gained and 'Ronald' again doing what he can to help and even going as far to basically say that 'Inference' is "one of the only two people he considers a good person". and I think that means so much more than 'Inference' is giving credit for. Like, Inference is right to stay on his toes but also needs to give their relationship and Ronald a little more credit lol BUT ANYWAY, I love how this skin shows that even in a different occupation he puts his gosh dang ALL into it, every performance WILL BE PERFECT. All the lore and potential that comes with this skin is so niiiccceee 🤌🤌

-The Orphan is friggin DOPE on how it goes into how he is so phoenix and dragon coded oh my GOSH Always having to rise from the gosh dang ashes and has this drive that can get out of hand, where it turns to obsession, like a dragon with gold aahhhh. I loveeee I love I love I LOVEE LOOL

#identity v #norton campbell #idv #idv prospector #idv norton #identity v norton #idv norton campbell #identity v prospector #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK #I LOVE the opportunity to dive into this 👀🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌#hehehehehehhehehe #minty speaks #minty answers #ask #asks

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thescrumptiousstuffs · 7 months

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Only Friends Episode 9 - The Return

In which this is the episode where we see second chance kick in and growth in (almost) all our characters (FINALLY 🥹)

Mew and Top

We start with Mew waking up after the disastrous Halloween party, hungover and feeling generally unwell following his hard booze and drugs spell the night before. He also just seems exhausted and tired from well, everything.

Thankfully Top is working hard to gain Mew’s trust and repair his broken relationship with the former. And you can tell it’s working - Mew may continue to resist him, but as the episode progresses, he starts to soften up especially after he sees how Top treats his moms (like the queens 👸 they are!!! - love them by the way, and I reckon the moms are already planning a wedding in their head for their baby boy and Top 🤣🤣🤣)

I’m also glad that Top took the high road with the whole Ray/Sand /Mew situation. Ray continues to be a disaster muffin, just maybe slight less than previous episodes (I really wished he had spoken to Mew upfront before kissing Sand in the music room, but I get it though…🤦🏻‍♀️). Anyway, I’m pleased to see Top eventually deciding against using the recording (but also, what’s with all the boys doing illegal recording in these show???? 😫), instead quietly just trying to prove to Mew with actions instead - he was a smooth operator with how he endeared himself to Mew’s moms 🤌🤌🤌🤌. And so, I was happy to see Mew finally admitting he still loves (and misses Top), wanting to give their relationship a second chance.

Also, some of my fav scenes were the RayMew conversations we had - the initial one in Mew's living room with their aborted makeout session when Mew could not go through with it. And while the conversation got heated, it highlights to them how unsuited they are as a couple with Mew still loving Top and can never see Ray beyond a friend. Similarly, their conversation outside the social service office was equally pleasing (and it penned out so differently the way I thought) - Both acknowledging their relationship was a farce - 1) Ray having loved Mew for so long didn’t want to miss a given opportunity, although as we know from the start [and now Ray finally clueing - his love for Mew is different with the love he has for Sand] 2) Mew knowingly use Ray to get revenge on Top.

I had to revisit the whole episode to get why Mew didn’t feel betrayed with the whole Sand/Ray situation - because on the surface, it does seem similar to what Top did to him. But I guess the biggest difference is that Mew loves Top as a partner (so the betrayal definitely hit harder) while he has never seen Ray as a lover (and as Mew pointed out, Ray never really hid his attraction and love for Sand).

Now that we have Boeing entering the radar again (hello Mond, looking as handsome as ever!!!), it will be interesting to see how the whole Top/Mew/Boeing (and Sand?) pens out.

Ray and Sand

I think this whole episode was Ray figuring out his feelings and where he stands with both Mew and Sand. We see a hint of it from episode 8, where the thought of Sand leaving made him panic (and on hindsight, I think that's why Ray suggested threesome THREE times now - the girl at the bar, Mr Freddie Mercury and Nick. I mean it seems funny at first, but I genuinely thinks its Ray way of saying - "if this is who Sand's like/seeing now, I don't care, as long as he continues to pay attention to me.") Although, with how possessive Ray is of Sand (and the way he clings to Sand during sleep), I don't think threesome is on the card for these two.

I must admit, each SandRay scene this episode was riveting - from the deliciously tense confrontation they had in the music room, where the emotions and frustration from both side tip over, resulting in the ill-advised kiss (I mean it was a great kiss, nobody can deny their chemistry here, 10/10 from me) - this was also the first instance Ray acknowledging he understands his feelings for Sand more. Unfortunately, Sand is fed up (and he is also very much aware Ray has yet to properly break up with Mew). BUT, I still wish Ray has spoken to Mew about his feelings for Sand before the whole kiss.

And when that was followed by Ray pursuing Sand in the middle of the country, driving for hours late at night, just so he can cuddle and seek comfort from Sand after arguing with Mew - yeah, I think that's when Sand possibly started to soften his already battered boundary and completely giving in.

Plus, them finally having an honest conversation about their feelings - with Sand admitting he really likes Ray (and vice versa) or Ray reciprocating by stating Sand was the last person in his mind when he thought he was going to die in the car crash....and well, we all know what followed suit (the whole camper van scene was beautifully shot, it's amazing to see the contrast of their first hook up where it was all lust and fire versus softness and absolute intimacy once they admit their feelings - anyway, good job boys!!!)

I am looking forward to see how they navigate their relationship now Mew is no longer in the picture and Ray likely heading towards rehab (also, we have yet to see the massive fight between SandRay that was shown in the MV/trailer...where Sand smashes his plum wine in frustration....nor the soft scene with both of them in the bathtub together - smoking and drinking)

Nick and Boston

Ah Nick - He wins MVP for this episode. His friendship with Sand is great to watch (Team Second Option for the WIN!!!) - from them just vibing out in the wood, to him suggesting a makeout session and then giggling that they feel nothing for each other and him being the fairy godfather to the whole SandRay situation…👌👌👌

Also, the whole conversation with Boston was raw and vulnerable (I can't believe I got emotional watching it!!! Over asshole Ton!). I mean, Nick is a weirdo (and slightly creepy) - this is a guy who masturbated on a client photo and wire-taping his FWB’s car. But, he genuinely loves Ton and when he had his farewell conversation with Ton, you can feel his sincerity for Ton (although, do they really have to do it in the toilet????).

I'm also happy to see Nick trying to move on with Dan (and who would have thought it was Nick who suggested Daddy to Dan?), although I think we can safely say if Ton ever wants to get back with Nick, Dan will likely be drop like a hot potato sack.

As for Ton, this episode is probably the first time we see a crack in his armour. He seems genuinely affected with Nick's farewell conversation (I mean the guy dropped his one-night stand and tried to chase after Nick, before realising Nick was with Dan - and wow, seeing Ton's eyes - is that some wistfulness? Maybe a hint of sadness??).

I'm also looking forward to see how the whole Nick/Ton situation pens out (from the episode 10 preview - we see Nick/Ton having some much needed one-to-one conversation with Ton finally acknowledging he is an asshole - as I say, we finally seeing some growth in the characters!!!!)

As usual, a jumble of emotions after watching this episode - my personal fav scenes include the Ray/Mew conversations (both in the living room and outside the social service office), Ray barging into SandNick cuddling session time (I cackled) and of course, the soft, intimate scene in the camper van (let's be honest, most of us FK stans out there is still probably living in that moment)

So, is it Saturday yet?

08/10/2023

#only friends the series #episode 9 #khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #firstkhao #sandray #book kasidet #force jiratchapong #Neo trai #mark pakin #lookjun bhasidi #papang phromphiriya #title kirati #summary #OF summary

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crazykuroneko · 1 year

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Hannigram Fanfiction Recommendations

So, I caved in, and this is a list of Hannigram fanfictions that I really like that I still remember the main plot after years. A lot of them are very long and very good to get lost in, because that's the best feeling ever when reading fanfics really.

Again, they are all complete. All of them featuring killer!Hannibal no matter how AU it is. All of them has a bunch of important tags you should read before reading it. For my complete Hannigram bookmarks, they are here.

Paragon by BloodyWar2411

When Hannibal met Will Graham (the man who had, three years prior, been mistaken for the Chesapeake Ripper), he expected amusement. What he got was his first taste of obsession. Dark and bitter in the back of his throat but achingly sweet on the tongue. He knew at once that this feeling, this Man, would consume him. And Hannibal would consume Will right back

This fic is so delicious; it's so dark and kinky. I think it has any kinks you wish for in it. Basically a found family trope, but what if all of us are serial killers. This fic says fuck to power imbalance hater and turns it into a game. God knows how many Hannibal fics I've read, and this has the best Abigail. Anyway, 🤌 through and through.

One, Two, Three by Severus_divides_into_H

An excellent Hunger Games AU. I love how Hannigram are slowly coming together. The ending is unexpected yet made me went aww.

Five Times Hannibal Visits Will and One Time He's Already Home (or: Coffee Cake) by bones_2_be

When Will tells Hannibal to leave at the end of Digestivo, he goes. And then, a few years later, he shows back up. They have long conversations, drink a lot of wine, at the end of it all they find something that works.

This is very intimate with stuck-in-a-cabin feel to it. I remember how I love reading it at night, it's fitting.

Through The Aftermath by heartandthehead

Following their descent down the precipice, Will is more than eager to explore his newly realized capacity for righteous violence. So when he catches a whiff of a string of seemingly unrelated homicides, he and Hannibal have no choice but to follow through the hunt.

An adventurous fic where Will is trying to embrace his newfound blood lust by hunting bad men. Featuring a team work with Freddy Lounds, which I think should happen more 😌

54609 by claritylore

In a world where criminals are reconditioned with painful electrical and surgical therapies and then put into service catching other criminals. A convicted murderer from the Baltimore State Home for the Reformed Criminal Element is sent to the FBI to assist on the Minnesota Shrike case. Stripped of any knowledge of his former life, without so much as a name, 54609 has little choice but to use his unique empathy skills to help the FBI crack the case.

Along the way, he encounters the FBI consultant psychiatrist who got him brought in on the case, and slowly he comes to realise that Dr Hannibal Lecter's interest in him goes far beyond a professional curiosity. Can he find his lost memories and discover who he once was and, more importantly, who Dr Lecter really is?

A clever dystopian-ish AU with a great twist 🤌

Losing You Terrifies Me by A_David

Basically Will got amnesia after the fall and he keeps trying to kill Hannibal when he relapses. The story matches the title very well; it's so heartbreaking and frustrating. Featuring Morgan (Alana and Margot's son) and Wally (Molly's son) bonding with each other. They're supporting characters but are written so well. The sequel has just started, but the first one is complete enough to read.

The Chesapeake Bay by HigherMagic

Aka thee classic Hannigram reality TV AU. So, they put Hannibal cast in isolated house where each of them is hiding something. Love love this. A lot of murders. It has classic thriller movies feel to it.

Held in the Highest Regard by (again) HigherMagic

What happens when a group of serial killers pick the absolute worst targets? A The Strangers (2008) AU with hints of comedy because Hannigram being the most dramatic couple of the century.

Dread and Hunger by LiaS0

Where Will Graham is a lot greener, still a university student, and keeps getting poetry from the most famous serial killer. A lot of stalking, gaslighting, and age difference 🤌

Hitchhiker's Guide to Murder by bokunojinsei

LOVE this series. So, Will is a serial killer who poses as hitchhiker to find his victims but one day Hannibal gave him a ride. They're basically falling in love watching the other killing others. The second story is set during Mardi Gras where they ofc try to kill more people.

The Estate by (again) bokunojinsei

Or: What if Hannibal hadn't tried to eat Will after he drugged him in Florence? What if he'd decided to run away with him instead?

In contrast with the previous title, this one is very calm, very therapeutic, a character study, with a mind game ofc.

Mark me not a Savage by KatherineKrawl

An iconic a/b/o fic (no mpreg) where Hannigram do mind games with other casts to get out of the prison. I remember there's a scene between Hannibal and Molly I love so much. The author also played a lot with what being true mates mean.

The Sacrificial Lamb by princesskay

Five years after Hannibal and Will disappeared, they are located in Spain, where all evidence points to Hannibal holding Will as his prisoner. Circumstantial evidence isn't enough to prove whether or not Will was complicit in Hannibal's crimes. It's up to Alana and Jack to figure out if Will is suffering from Stockholm Syndrome or if his attachment to his accused abuser is true love. It's up to Hannibal to once more find a way out of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

An icon and a must-read tbqh. The prose is so beautiful and it really brings you into a journey.

Pioneer to the Falls by eonism

Another icon. The ultimate Lecter-Graham child fic (not mpreg). The second title, Child of Wolf, is one of the best Silence of the Lambs adaptation ever. And as always, fuck Jack Crawford

The Mongoose and the Mouse by Hiding Now (HidingNow)

What if Hannibal suggested Will to go to Disney Land (with him ofc lol) as part of his therapy? It's cute, it's fluffy, Hannibal is still serial killer. Serious research on DisneyLand attractions. Best crack treated seriously ever.

their beaks not yet turned red by chaparral_crown

Will stares at the bird. The bird stares back. In its beak, a very finely embroidered cloth, and in that, the tiniest of soft fists pushing forward from a folded corner.

“Don’t you dare,” Will says, crouching, hand that is not currently cradling an overly large pour of whiskey pointed at the bird to ward it off.

After Hannibal is arrested and the trial dates are set, the stork visits Will Graham. With it, it brings a baby, a legally binding birth certificate, and a hope chest full of gifts for her. Nobody except Will thinks this is weird.

this is my last fic before I was caught by IWTV. it's so funny, the magical realism is amusing.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #my fic recs #fic recs #nbc hannibal

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themultifandomnerd · 1 year

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i wrote a fic about this concept but in a ‘thanks to them gone wrong’ au where the hexsquad is stuck in the human realm permanently after halloween goes wrong and the portal closes after belos, gus pining after mattholomule and what could have been is just 🤌🏾he hates that he’ll never know if they would have worked out or not. hates that he’ll never get confirmation that the way he thought matt was the same way matt thought of him.

in some ways he is envious of everyone else because all of their first crushes work out. they all came to the human realm with their person or found their person there.

luz had amity, hunter and willow found each other and vee struck gold with masha. meanwhile gus can’t even keep a fleeting, explorative interest in someone at gravesfield high for longer than three minutes. all because he is hung up over a guy he didn’t even get the chance to date. a guy he doesn’t even know is alive or not.

even in university, the shadow of mattholomule follows gus there like a ghost that just won’t leave him alone. he tries dating in uni. he honestly tries, there are so many great people at howard. in his spanish i class he has no business taking after spending so long learning spanish from camila, gus thinks he found someone. he’s confident bordering arrogance, he smirks more than he smiles and even though he knows it isn’t fair at ALL to the this guy ーquincy -ー gus dates him anyway.

their relationship only lasts a few months because quincy can tell. he knows that it isn’t him that gus is kissing and when they cuddle in bed, quincy knows gus is thinking about someone else. and when things finally blow up and quincy confronts gus about this, he can’t deny it.

he should move on from this chapter of his life; gus knows he should. but part of him knows that he doesn’t truly want to because he’s afraid moving on means he’ll forget about mattholomule and that scares him more than anything.

#the owl house #gustholomule #gus porter #toh mattholomule #huntlow #lumity #veesha #thanks to them gone wrong au #talk to me about this honestly it is my newest brainrot #hexsquad #i decided gus would go to an hbcu in an au where they are stuck in the human realm forever #i def plan on writing more for this series because i have A LOOOT of ideas

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Hi, it’s me, the asker who was so curious about Danny at school ✨

I got three things to say, silly thing first, 1. I’m so curious about what Danny’s diet is gonna be. I was rereading that chapter, and if Vlad has to eat meat to stoke the flames, does that mean Danny has to go vegetarian? That would be so fucking funny, I’m ngl 😂 but also sad, bc then he’d be thinking about Sam all the time 🥺 anyways, I’m just interested to see what you do with it 👀

2. You got me thinking about enemies to lovers, hardcore. And I realized, when I enjoy that kind of ship, I’m not here to see them become all lovey-dovey and domestic. I’m here to see the pain, and the toxicity, and the deep codependency of it all. The ‘I hate you, but I can’t leave you’, and the ‘you might kill me one day, and I embrace that.’ If you’ve watched Hannibal, you know exactly what I mean 😂 For Vlad and Danny, I don’t really give a fuck if it’s pompep or badgercereal, i just want angst and codependency 😈 I think that’s part of what I like about your story so much, is that it’s toeing the line between the two relationships. Halfway parental, and halfway toxic/romantic love.

3. You’ve fucking ruined me for other fanfiction rn 😭😂 I can’t read anything else for more than five minutes 🥲 Partially bc I’m so invested in the story, but also bc your writing style IS SO FUCKING GOOD. YOU SHOULD BE WRITING ACTUAL BOOKS, LIKE WTF. Anywayyysss, I’ll just curl up into a little ball of boredom on the floor till you update again 😂💕

Sending much looooove, 😘 I hope the brain to fanfic pipeline is working out for you 🤌

Hello and holy shit! What an ego-bloating kind and generous ask this is! Let me jump right in:

1. I don't want to spoil the plot too much, but Danny's diet is going to be key in unraveling a very important part of Vlad's enigma, and I cannot wait to get to that point. I've been sprinkling crumbs of information throughout the story thus far, laying down a foundation upon which to build this Big Thing, and the next chapter (14) will—or should, anyway—finally begin to deliver on it.

2. My friend, you've just given me an epiphany: it's not so much Enemies to Lovers that we adore, I suspect, as it is Enemies and Lovers. That's exactly the tag I'd use to describe Hannigram, and it's such a different and exciting dynamic. I've never quite—well, scratch that—okay, I've never written Enemies and Lovers in such depth as I am with Familiar. There's something darkly satisfying about letting lovers remain ugly; the notion that deep, abiding affection can exist in tandem with fear and disgust; that even monsters—in the very act of being monstrous, or perhaps because they are monstrous and not in spite of their monstrosity—are capable of loving and being loved.

3. Frhgahrglahrglahg I'm going to print and frame this one and hang it on my wall for days when I feel utterly inept. I've been writing fanfiction for a while now, and I've written volumes of silly, embarrassing, poorly-executed tripe, so if I haven't at least gotten a little bit good at what I'm doing, I doubt I ever will 😆 That said, I'm putting a lot of effort into Familiar, I mean pulling out every stop and employing every nut and bolt in my mental toolbox to craft a good story (and reading. Always reading), partly as a challenge to myself and partly out of sheer love for this great ship and its fandom. Everyone here is so nice and welcoming and awesome. I only hope my tiny contribution continues to entertain.

Speaking of which, the wait for this next chapter shouldn't be long. The feedback I've been receiving is phenomenal, and it's definitely helped to fuel me along when my mania wavers. I'm incredibly grateful to you and everyone reading enjoying this story. Thank you thank you ♥

#asks #writing #enemies to lovers #enemies AND lovers #super nice people #meta #fic: familiar #pompous pep #hannibal

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