#he’s so rude and condescending to her like do you even love this woman or is she an annoyance to you

[tenderanarchist]

Dreamt last night that my parents told us they’re getting a divorce but continuing to coparent until the kiddos are out of the house and it felt so real and reasonable that I didn’t remember otherwise until my dad shushed my mom in the middle of talking and I remembered she still has to deal with his shit

#he’s so rude and condescending to her like do you even love this woman or is she an annoyance to you #and yeah my mom can be really annoying and anxious and neurotic #but that doesn’t mean she gets to be demeaned and pushed away #ugh. not my circus etc etc #I just want them both to be happy

[chrollohearttags]

CHARM’D • mikasa ackerman

your fiancée gets a new piercing and you decide to have some fun with it.

content + themes: nail tech!mikasa, black fem!reader, y/n is a lash tech, subby mika, her and y/n cracking jokes on each other, overstimulation, pillow humping, use of toys, scissoring, heavy squirting, fingering, bratty mika, gay bestie!armin cameo

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

most people would say working with your significant other seems like a great time. Being around the one person you love more then life itself and earning a living at the same time? You couldn’t ask for a better deal. However, it did have its challenging moments..discipline and focus is an important part of anyone’s employment. Regardless of the job but especially when tending to someone’s beauty and esthetic needs, it was imperative to pay attention. Hence why your fiancée despised the fact that you were working alongside her as her new lash tech some days! Granted, she was thrilled to have you around and with an extra service and set of hands around, you guys’ income practically tripled. So it was a pretty sweet deal. However, you didn’t make it easy…in fact, you acted as if giving her a hard time was your actual occupation..

“Are you sure we can’t just fill them in and work around it? C’mon, Mika. You sure you can’t just do your magic?”

“Sweetheart, how long have you been a client of mine? I’m an artist, not a repair woman. Two things I refuse to do is fly coach and work over other people’s fuck ups. Now let’s soak these off so I can give you a fresh set. While you’re waiting, Armin can get you in the shampoo bowl. Since he’s sitting on his skinny ass, doing nothing.”

needless to say, it was never a dull moment! You guys’ hairstylist and resident smartass, Armin Artlert was currently seated in one of the styling chairs, typing away on his phone.

“And don’t forget looking cute. Just blind and grouchy.”

“Whatever. Help her before I suddenly find your replacement.”

it was obvious that the normally laid back nail tech was in rare form this morning. Not so much rude or angry but definitely on edge a little. The shop was a little busy but nothing more than usual for the Sugar and Spice Haus. It was normal for clients to be waiting outside the door so she couldn’t have been frazzled by that. So what exactly had her acting so strange? Perhaps it was a question better answered by the one person who knew her better than anyone else..and who ironically was the root cause of the issue!

“Oh, don’t pay her any attention, y’all. She’s just a little worked up. Isn’t that right, baby?”

just then, a rather gleeful (y/n) would come traipsing from the back of the salon..strapless dress and sandals, holding a caddy full of lash supplies. In return, the only thing you were met with was a decorated middle finger and the roll of dark, doe eyes. Your fiancée was quite the bratty thing when she wanted to be but she was oh so cute….

“Oh shut up. I’m not talking to you right now.”

hence why you took immense pleasure in teasing her among other things..something that began long before the two of you even opened shop this morning..

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

flashback: earlier that morning..

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

“Oh God!…yes..right there!…”

“Aw, is that your spot, baby? Are you gonna come?”

the high pitch, condescending coo spouting from your lips rang off into the ears of your very whiny and overstimulated fiancée. Who had just been sleep only twenty minutes prior or so it would appear. Because as the two of you awoke for the morning, ready to start another day in the home and salon you shared as not only lovers, but business partners…you were met with a rather pleasant surprise. Faint whimpers and the sight of your precious Mikasa grinding herself against her pillow. Her tits spilling from her tank top; fondled in her palms, hair brushing against the sheets and her panties tugged to the side as her bare slit rubbed profusely against the memory foam material. She had to have been in utter bliss from the sounds erupting from her mouth. Not only that, she looked so sexy..however, you knew it was rather unbecoming of your woman too. Granted, your sex life was anything but mundane and the two of you took any opportunity plausible to fuck, lick or kiss on one another. However, for the past few days or so, she seemed to be evading you. Claiming to be far too exhausted for any sort of sexual activity. She’d shower alone and even halt you if things got too intense. One would think that was indicative of infidelity and that their partner was with someone else. But alas, her dirty little secret came to light and needless to say, you’d return the pent up sexual frustration ten fold!..

“Oh? What’s this?…” she just knew that once you unveiled the truth, you’d never allow her to live it down. And she was correct.

“(Y/N)..baby…fuck me!..”

the truth was, she had snuck behind your back and acquired a clit piercing. More than likely from the same artist who had decorated her skin in the plethora of tattoos she sported. But what she hadn’t counted on was becoming so hypersensitive afterwards. It was one of those things that could go either way, depending on the person. Getting piercings in intimate area could either make you lose all feeling or make you super sensitive to the touch. For poor Mikasa, she was the latter to a fault! You would’ve thought that she would’ve learned her lesson when she got her nipples pierced and they sent her into a frenzy with something as simple as putting on a bra on. But you were more than happy to meet her request..flipping her over onto her back, (y/n) promptly shoved your tongue into her mouth; jaw agape and slack from being on the brink of climax. Her pierced nipples puffy and erect and of course..that adorable little clit; marked with a silver ball and bar going through it. It looked so cute and she looked even more precious..practically begging for you to claim her. Slick surrounded that fat pussy of hers and you just knew she was close.

“Oh you poor thing…you’ve been holding out on me…don’t worry, mama. I’ll take care of you..”

reassuring her with your lips honing on her neck. Tender kisses trailing down her throat and those fingers following suit to her mound. Tracing your digits across her freshly waxed skin, you’d tease around the area, refusing to touch the actual bud. “But first..I need you to do sum’ for me, okay?” So gently cooing to her. At this point, she was desperate so she was at your mercy.

“Yes, baby!..whatever you want..”

crying out as you moved your fingertips lower as well as your mouth, leaving them to hover over her jeweled nipples. Drawing a long trail of saliva along with you in the process. That’s when you’d shove those two opposite fingers between her lips and force her to suckle, drumming up her own spit. “Suck on these f’r me. Get them wet…just like that.” She’d happily comply, knowing that you’d help her reach her peak soon. Whilst she was busy drooling and whining, you’d ease one digit inside of her with your thumb resting on her clit. She looked so helpless and vulnerable..turning you on more and more by the second. Mikasa’s back would raise from the bed as you pushed those digits knuckle deep into her core. You’d feel them suction and tighten around you and continue pressing until they were stained with a sheath of milky white and sticky clear liquid..dripping all down your nails. You kept them short just for special instances like these. So you could pump them in and out her pretty pussy and watch her squirm, yelping for more.

“Ah! Haaaa…oh my god! Right there! Yes…”

“Aw, am I in your spot, baby? Are you gonna come?”

nodding her head profusely; your dormant thumb now tracing circles against her clit and even flicking that piercing for added stimulation. Needless to say, she couldn’t hold back any longer and seconds later, when you finally gave her permission, you’d find your arm, the sheets and anything surrounding you two drenched in her juices. Squirting everywhere..and became inconsolable afterwards. “That’s it!…let it go, let it go for meee..squirt on those fingers.” Encouraging with loud cries ringing out through the bedroom. She was practically convulsing once you withdrew your fingers. Allowing them to drip, you’d dangle them over her lips and allow her to clean them off. “Mmmhm..taste yourself, baby…you look so pretty.”

running a hand along her torso and up to her throat yet again to wrangle her in for a kiss. Haven gotten a taste of her sweet essence, you decided to get your entire fill by finally leaving a trail of pecks leading to her pelvis before tousling your own side of the covers off and climbing on top of her. Without missing a step, you’d part her inked up legs and pin one back whilst intertwining the other with your own. From there, you’d tear off the thin lacy panties she was wearing off and put them to much practical use like gagging her. From there, you’d align your frothing slits and start grinding them against one another. Tugging down your own sports bra; dressed in only a bonnet and having fallen asleep with nothing on your lower half, you had become well aroused on your own from her little escapades. With that, Mika would buck her hips forward and work herself against you; meeting your thrusting with tearful pleas to keep fucking her. “Don’t stop, baby! Please don’t fucking stop…” her voice was cracking but her words very concise and clear. Those perky tits bounced around underneath as she gripped the silk linen underneath your bodies. The smacking of your clammy folds and warmth made for a beautiful chorus of steamy, nasty sounds filling the atmosphere…she wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure either because you soon found yourself nearing an orgasm. “I’m gonna come too, mama…fuck! You feel so good..”

laughing out of pure delirium and pleasure, unable to slow down in fear that you’d come on the spot. Those sticky juices smeared across each of your thick thighs as those lower lips meshed together. Eventually, you’d find yourself leaning down to let your tongues clash as well. “Mmph! I love you…” “I love you too, Mika! Fuck, baby…come for me again..”

just then, she’d follow your order and flail around as another stream of juices exited both of your bodies. Spraying up everything in the vicinity. Rubbing those finger pads against her throbbing bud, (y/n) drummed out more and more until she couldn’t spill another drop. You found yourselves going round for round..drawing out one another’s arousal and all that you had to offer. An hour or so had past; an array of positions from being seated on her face while you ate her out, to riding a double sided dildo…

“Yes, baby! You look so pretty riding that fucking dick..go deeper..”

to finally ended your rather heated session with your fingers intertwined as you played with yourselves. Massaging those clots to your final climatic rushes. Coming down in a powerful high with tears streaming down your faces and squirt pooling down your legs. All in all, it seemed that her little piercing was a success and rather useful investment.. “C’mere..that feel good?..” “..yeah..thank you, baby..so much.” Fucked out and dazed from being overly stimulated. But neither of you regretted a thing..that was until you made another proposal with a deviant glare on your face..reaching over into the dresser, you’d retrieve another device: a controller vibrator. One you planned to utilize on her throughout the work day!

“Hell no, (y/n)! I can’t..”.

but it was too late..you had already placed it inside of her and would be utilizing it until you had your fill. You wanted to see how she fared with her little body modification when you were the one in control..and throughout an entire day of work.

maybe next time she wouldn’t keep such secrets from you!

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Jing Yuan — no man escapes the wrath of his wife

cw: reader referred to as jy's wife, just jing yuan brain rot currently being active

General Jing Yuan, the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Alliance's Cloud Knights, one of the Six Charioteers, someone who will undoubtedly be part of the history books, the ever-famous dozing general....

....finds himself in a pinch for the first time in centuries.

It has nothing to do with the fact that he currently finds himself kneeling with his hands in the air, surrounded by enemies with their weapons pointed at him from all angles. In fact, he even has to stifle a yawn as he looks at his captors, his golden eyes boredly examining each and every one of them.

"The Dozing General: Jing Yuan," the man who seems to be running the show speaks, and Jing Yuan mentally dubs him as Captor #1. "I would have thought it would be much harder to get my hands on you, really. Are the Cloud Knights truly this wea-"

But before Captor #1 could finish his sentence, laced with an incredibly condescending tone, the sound of a certain ringtone, familiar to the General, starts sounding out, reverberating in the small room.

Jing Yuan's eyes widen, his relaxed body suddenly tensing up, his half-closed eyes now blown wide in surprise as he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket.

That's the ringtone he has set for his beloved wife.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off..." the General starts, his tone apologetic, "But is there any chance you'd let m-"

Similar to the way Jing Yuan's phone rudely cut off Captor #1's monologue, Captor #2, who happens to be a woman, rudely cuts the general off, approaching him and roughly snatching his phone from his pocket.

The crystal-clear sound of his ringtone can now be heard, and Jing Yuan looks at his captors, observing their next move.

"Who is it?" his first captor speaks as his second captor approaches the man, showing him the phone.

"It's his wife," Captor #2 says, before smirking. "I think we should answer."

The sound of his ringtone suddenly comes to an abrupt stop, and Jing Yuan visibly gulps, showing signs of nervousness for the first time since his capture.

"Love, are you busy?"

In a different scenario, Jing Yuan's heart would have fluttered at the sound of your voice that he loved so much, but at the moment, he can only feel his heart flutter in nervousness and he prays to the aeons that Captor #1 steals the phone from Captor #2 to speak instead.

"Indeed, the General is."

However, it seems that all the aeons are too busy to look after Jing Yuan at the moment as his female captor speaks into the receiver of his phone with a teasing smirk on her face.

"What? Who is this?" your voice rings, now sounding annoyed. "Why do you have my husband's phone?"

"I'm the one currently keeping him busy," his captor responds, and Jing Yuan wants nothing more than to melt into a puddle and seep into the ground at the moment.

"It's not what she's making it out to be-"

"Shush, General~"

He doesn't know if she's doing this on purpose—the suggestive tone of her voice makes it seem like she is.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" you speak, now with anger. "Where's my husband?"

"We're currently holdi-"

"JING YUAAAANNN!!!!"

And that was his cue.

The tables were suddenly turned, and in the blink of an eye, only Jing Yuan remains standing. Every captor of his, including Captors 1 and 2, now lay on the cold, hard ground, either unconscious or groaning in pain.

The General jogs over to get his phone, seeing that you were still on the line. Captor #2, at least, had the decency to—or maybe just accidentally—put the phone on mute throughout the whole fight.

"My little sparrow!" Jing Yuan calls out to the phone, and he can almost imagine your arms crossed on your chest and the pout you wear. "It wasn't what she made it out to be, I swear!"

"Hmm, really now?" you respond, obviously not amused. Jing Yuan had half a mind to tease you for being jealous, but he thought against it.

"I'm on my way home. I'll explain everything."

"You better."

"I love-"

Jing Yuan's words were cut off as his wife hangs up the phone, and he can only let out a helpless sigh. A small smile adorns his face as he shakes his head helplessly, fingers dialing Yanqing's phone to take care of the rest.

He's really in a pinch now.

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[blingblong55]

All too well- Simon 'Ghost' Riley

A/N: this is some of me in writing and why I believe romance is not for me, not now at least...so enjoy :) --- F!Reader, angst? fluff?, toxic!Ghost, age gap, older boyfriend!Ghost ----

A/N: I know Ghost wouldn't be this kind of man if he was real but I have to break my heart with him...sorry

He is older than you, years ahead of you and has more experience than you do so when you broke up with him, it was hard to let go. You at the time were 20, he was 37. People always judged and of course, you thought it was because they were jealous not because they were seriously concerned. Still, in Uni, he wanted you to make him your priority. You always said no and for some reason, he would get mad about this. At first, he was the nice guy, he was perfect and it all made you more sure that maybe there was a future with him. Your free time was spent with him because somehow, he convinced you to give all your time to him. 

This all gets noticed by all your friends. Your phone, passwords and even social accounts get monitored and checked by him. It wasn't all romance anymore. It became a reward system, you gave him your free time? Maybe he would be romantic. You let him control your friendships? Maybe he would tell you more about his weekends. Soon enough, you noticed it. Simon became the villain and for good reasons. He played the perfect part all too well, but only to those questioning stares and in those moments, it was perfection. 

When the stares looked away, he was the same Simon that had your heart trapped at the top of the castle. His anger and manipulative tactics become the dragon. Everywhere you went, his shadows lurked for you. When he said he wanted you to think of him every second of your waking life, he meant it. Will he approve of me talking to them? Your mind always asked that, even if the guy was just a friend, a literal friend and nothing more, Simon crept into your head. 

His childhood memories, being told to you, maybe it was for sympathy or maybe it was to make you think he wasn't the cold-hearted man who made you cry on Valentine's Day. "Simon! Do you not understand how rude and mean that was?!" Your heart was stabbed by his actions on that day. "R/N, you are being dramatic!" A gift that you went out of your way for in the hands of a woman who is supposed to be a best friend of yours. Two people were lied to this day, you and the naive of your best friend. "I did it, it was for you! when I made it, my mind went to you! Gosh Simon, why can't you see how rude this was!" He walks to you, hands gripping your body. "You are acting like a goddamn child R/N!" He shook you, thinking it would make you understand better. "I'm not the one dating someone young now am I?" The anger that left your mouth, oh that sent him over the edge. "Don't you fucking dare!" he said through gritted teeth. "I'm still growing, you are a grown man who doesn't even think for a moment that your fucking girlfriend did something for you! I did that and that fucking girl thinks you did it for her!" You push him and he gives you that stare. The same one your father gave you when he was made and was ready to yell and punch walls. 

Three weeks later, that is how long it took you to do it. "I'm being serious Simon, it's over." Your voice is cold and he scoffs with a low chuckle. "Aren't you too young to make the decisions here, doll?" That voice, how he gave you a condescending tone and how he approached you. "I think I'm more mature than you to know this is wrong. Me loving you is wrong and it's dead...this is over." He shakes his head and walks away furious. For weeks he called you, maybe to haunt you but every time you answered, it was the same old thing. Random numbers during class, lunch or at night called you. When they stopped, you sighed and for the first time, you smiled, a genuine one. 

The day you broke up with him was still fresh on your mind. He was a strong man, that is no doubt, so if he wanted to, he could harm you so easily. Your friend theorised that he could make you disappear, all to keep the pretty little young lover near. It is true what they say, there will always be a reason men like him stay alone for long. There's a reason why they date younger ones and not women who know best. Sometime later, that best friend approaches you, unaware of what happened between you and Simon. 

"He told me what happened." But he told her lies, told her that it was you that was the problem. After she gave you his truth, you gave her the real truth. "So...the...gift, it wasn't really from him-" "No, and I'm not asking for anything back, not at all. Just, be careful, he...he isn't the man he says he is and please...please for your own sake stay away." That same day, you found out he asked me to meet up. I thought he meant as friends, since well I thought I was his friend." She wouldn't do it, you thought. "And at first I was okay with it until he kept asking over and over. I felt weird about it because it didn't seem like it would be a friendly meet-up, I said no, out of respect for you." You hugged her. "I know he was asking to hook up but I can't do that, not to my best friend." she hugged back and you two soon talked more. 

Simon, oh that man was a mess. He soon engaged when your young heart was still grieving him behind doors. His fiance tagged people you knew, those people, some, told you he moved on. This was a game plan. Tell the young lover what was lost and maybe, they'll come running to you. It hurt but it didn't work. You noticed how happy he was. How much more he changed and in your head, you asked why he couldn't change for you. You look at the lovers that pass by, how the guy treats his girl and for a moment, you wish that was you. 

Memories come every night. 

Winter. No one knew how your heart felt for him but he did. His body is close to yours as he wraps you with the blanket, he kisses your shoulder and smiles. The art of making love was something he was an expert in. 

Summer. He takes you on midnight rides. Holds your hand and sings along with you. Your hair is in the wind as his lips meet your hand. Simon, the man who taught you so much now making you cry on the way home. 

Autumn. Your dad heard your cries as Simon explained to you why he wouldn't go to you. A woman moans on his side of the phone, "it was the movie," he explains so easily. 

Spring. Filled with arguments, tears and sex. Manipulation works its way to your body. "Fuck you!" You cry as he yet again reminds you that you are young and stupid. He degrades you this way. Reminds you that he has the upper hand for being older than you. 

You later learn he had another girl while being with you. His free time is shared between you and some other girl. Your bed is drenched in tears of regret and sorrow. The headphones blasted the words your heart cried for. 

For moments, he was liberty, fun, happiness and love. Now, when you look back at it, Simon Riley was the man who lived as the dragon of the castle, the one you had to fight off to regain your heart. You hated him for what he was. Your heart, body and soul kept him like a sword oath. The same one that had you overthinking. Did you ask for too much? Were you even a good girlfriend? 

Get out of my head, you cry. "If we had been closer in age, maybe you would understand what I wanted." He texts you some random day. That night, your friends held you as you cried in some bar. The last time you saw him was on your twenty-first birthday. Your mum asked for something from the store, so as you walk down the busy streets, your eyes catch a glimpse of him. His gaze catches yours. It was then you learned that this would be the last time you cry over him. He is dead to you, something to be proud of. 

It was then he learned you were the only good thing he had. His ex-fiance out of his life, just like you but unlike her, you were good. 

"Simon!" Your laughter fills the lounge room. "I told you, doll, this is what you get for that tickle," Simon's deep laugh belonged to yours. It's a melody. The fireplace, the laughs, the kiss after and how you both panted from an intense tickle fight. It was rare but beautiful. You cup his face, "I love you," you whisper and he grins. "oooh I knew it!" he picks you up again and you laugh. 

This is the end of the warm time

As you walk past the park, you think of the old times. It is bittersweet. The way things ended, the way he loved you, kissed you, it was good until it wasn't. Simon Riley is a man on many faces, one you know all too well. 

Love, what a miserable thing to be a part of when you had him. 

A/N: so....there's that...

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[meow-town]

Okay I really like the Dee x Girly girl concept. So how about a oneshot on Y/N, Glam, and Vicky’s first meeting? How did Vicky act towards Y/N? I’m so invested O_O

Thanks for this request, I’m glad ur invested! And I’m sorry I haven’t been posting as much, personal projects and works keep coming and I barely have the time to write for tumblr anymore. Plus, I prefer to take my time with these posts as I believe in quality over quantity.

But I’ve found the time and motivation to write here, so let’s get into it!

Dee x Girly!Fem!Reader Pt.2

-You arrived with Dee at his house, super nervous. I mean, you were meeting his folks. Most people get nervous.

-You made sure to wear your nicest skirt with a cute blouse and natural makeup. Didn’t want to cake yourself up like other times.

-Once you arrived at the door, arm hooking around Dee’s, you were practically trembling. Shaking in your damn sneakers.

-He reassured you, of course, and insisted that they would love you no matter what. And that if they didn’t, they could take it up with him. You two walked in the house to find no one there.

-Dee called for his parents, Glam was changing the strings on ‘Gibson’ and Victoria was working on a motorcycle. She came to you with gloves covered in motor oil. Glam arrived with perfect hair, perfect makeup and perfect nails, as always.

-Dee introduced you as his girlfriend and you went around shaking hands shyly, telling them how nice it was to meet them. Glam hesitated a bit, and Victoria grumbled under her breath with a light scowl. You just brushed it off and introduced yourself in more depth. Your name, what class you were in, etc…

-It took Glam maybe 5 seconds to get accustomed to you. He was kind of shocked at first. Hair all done up, with a mainly pink outfit. You looked like the polar opposite of his son. But then he noticed you were nice, and loosened up.

-Victoria however…

-She stared. Hard. Like she was wondering what this thing was doing in her house with her son. She was made fun of as a kid by ‘girly girls’ , so she’s very distant at first. That, and she’s very protective of her children, like a mama bear. Was very condescending and passive-aggressive for the entire time.

-‘So, (f/n), what do you do for… fun?’

‘Oh! Well, going shopping, trying new looks, getting my nails done… As well as the standard stuff, like watching TV and listening to music.’

‘Of course you do…’

-‘And, uh, how did you two meet?’

‘I was paired up with him for a science project, and we just hit it off.’

‘Yeah, ma. She’s real smart.’

‘Oh, is she? Wouldn’t have expected that…’

-You definitely noticed this behavior and clinged to Dee most of the time, in a very closed manner. Glam was just happy to be there, but also picked up on Victoria’s ways.

-Dee had to keep hyping you up, because you were too intimidated by Vicky to speak up about the way she spoke to you. It wasn’t aggressive, but definitely rude.

-Yeah, she was kind of an asshole at first.

-Glam cleared his throat every time Vicky was mean, as a way to tell her to stop, but she wouldn’t.

-Heavy was overhearing from his room, and figured he should go down so he could chat with you, but he quickly became intrigued. Just chose to listen to his mother’s comments, brows furrowing further each time.

-By the time she’s done interrogating and making you feel small, you decide it’s time for you to leave. Glam expresses his feelings of gratitude, saying he’s joyful Dee is happy with such a lovely young woman :)

-Vicky grumbles.

-Dee offers to walk you home, like a good boyfriend, but you deny his help, claiming you’re fine on your own. You wanted to show his mother you didn’t need Dee for everything, even if he was glad to give it to you.

-The second the door closed behind you, Heavy trampled down the stairs to join his brother and father in a group frown. They stared at Vicky for a good while, until Dee burst.

‘Ma, what the hell!?! What do you have against (f/n)?!?’

‘Yeah, you were mean to her for no reason!’

‘Vicky, you were excessively harsh with her.’

‘What, you’re defending that bimbo?’

-Dee would never cuss out his parents, but he came damn close. -Absolutely raging, he raised his voice to tell her off, only to trudge off to his room and slam the door. Heavy followed him into his room, also expressing his disappointment.

-She got super defensive, yelled , stood up, and left for the garage. Glam followed her after he apologized to Dee and gave him a talk on why his mother was acting this way.

-Glam knows Vicky, and he makes sure to not press any buttons and tread carefully. If she tells him to leave her alone, he will, and he’ll try again in 5 minutes.

-Once she’s taken her anger out on a punching bag, she allows Glam to speak with her.

-He explains how she was rude to their son’s girlfriend, giving multiple examples, and asks why. Even if he already knows why. He also adds how she seems to be upset about their son’s girlfriend being feminine, but she certainly doesn’t mind it when he’s feminine.

-Glam knows about Vicky’s struggles in the past with girly girls. Girls who looked just like you. She was left to the side, left out of everything, made fun of, avoided. She was bullied.

-He quickly explained that was no reason to make fun of someone who happened to look like those girls, and made sure she agreed to be nicer the next time.

-You were invited to dinner the next week. Of course, you were nervous regarding last week’s events with Vicky, but Dee said the whole family insisted. And so you agreed.

-You arrived with a casual dress and the nicest purse you could find, having spent extra time on your hair that day. Maybe she thought you weren’t classy enough? No, I mean, she came to you covered in motor oil… You were incredibly scared to ring the doorbell, and had to weigh out how to make the afternoon go perfectly, but thankfully someone came to your aid.

-Heavy was supposed to be helping out with the dinner and setting up the tables, but he had gotten detention that Friday and came home late. He saw you at the door and offered to walk inside with you.

-Dee stood up from leaning on a pillar, and greeted you with a small peck. Glam came out in a black apron with glittery pink accents, carrying a big pot of pasta. He couldn’t wave, but greeted you warmly all the same. Ches was on the kitchen counter, with his guitar, and waved to you. Victoria actually came to you and asked to speak in private.

-She apologized about the events that had happened and said they were uncalled for, and then said she was happy her son was dating someone like you :)

-When she pulled you away to a corner, you were lowkey scared 💀

-Like, ‘omg is she going to cuss me out and/or beat me up?’

-But you were pleasantly surprised with the outcome and told her it was okay.

-Then, you joined your Glam, Victoria, Heavy, Dee and their crackhead uncle in a lovely dinner, where you got to meet everyone a little better.

-And Heavy didn’t eat his vegetables and gave them to the stray cats, attracting a huge pack of them at the window.

-Also, Ches said he thought Dee would be one of those guys that ends up a virgin at the age of 40.

-You can’t have a normal time when they’re around, but nevertheless, lovely.

#metal family #metal family x reader #metalfamily #metal family dee #metal family heavy #metal family glam #metal family victoria #metal family Vicky #Metal family dee x reader #Metal family ches #Dee #heavy #glam #Victoria #vicky #dee x reader #dee Shvagenbagen #heavy shvagenbagen #Glam Shvagenbagen #Victoria Shvagenbagen #Vicky Shvagenbagen #Dee Shvagenbagen x reader #Metal family HCs

[aurathian]

HyMart | AO3

for @zelinkcommunity Zelink Week 2023, prompt: free day! thanks @jimmyjims for inspiring me to write supermarket au zelink this was therapeutic and like i was reliving trauma at the same time. no totk spoilers here!

Fandom: Skyward Sword (Modern AU)

Rating: G

Summary: Link deals with a rude customer and possibly meets the love of his life in his place of work: HyMart.

Link often hears the beeping and buzzing of cash registers in his dreams: swipe, beep… swipe, beep… swipe, beep, err…! An error… and oftentimes those same sounds morph into the blare of his alarm clock. Above him, the fluorescent lights from what had been a supermarket ceiling slowly become filtered sunshine as he opens his eyes.

That’s exactly what woke him up that hot July morning. His dreams soon became reality when he found himself wearing long pants and sweating behind his register. He would wear shorts, but if he did that he would be slapped with a dress code violation. Now, he forlornly scanned items and punched in numbers for a few hours, calling over his customer service manager Ghirahim every now and then for help.

In his flashy work vest that he glued rhinestones onto himself, along with his bedazzled nametag, Ghirahim tutted at one of the customers who insisted the shirt she was buying was only five rupees. “Ma’am, if you found it on a different shelf with different items, it was misplaced. This is ten rupees.” He took this stern tone with many of the customers (which they often perceived as rude), but he was arguably one of the best customer service managers the front end had. Despite the many complaints from customers who felt he was condescending and mean, Ghirahim was never fired. Yet, anyway. Link had no problem with it, since it usually put the customers in their place once they started to get frustrated with whatever employee they chose to take their anger out on that day.

“Then I don’t want it,” the customer, a blonde woman with her hair done in pigtails, snapped. “Put it back.”

“Can you run this back, Link?” Ghirahim asked, oddly kind, and Link nodded. “Oh, and then you can go on your lunch.” This encouraged Link to scamper off even faster to deposit the shirt back on its correct shelf, marked at ten rupees, but in his haste he forgot to take off his HyMart vest. He worked his way through the maze of shelving and aisles and approached the back of the store where the giant EMPLOYEES ONLY door called his name. Beyond that was a hallway, and beyond that was the break room, where his cold sandwich packed in a plastic bag beckoned him closer…

“Excuse me?” a light voice called. Link whirled around, realizing his mistake as his hands naturally found themselves in his vest pockets. “Could you help me find something?”

His eyes landed on a blonde woman carrying a tote bag and wearing a white sundress. His mind flitted between two outcomes: “No, sorry, I’m on break,” and “Sure, what do you need?” A good employee, one that wasn’t on the verge of getting fired everyday, would say sure.

“Yeah, what do you need?” he asked, approaching her.

“Oh, I was looking for this,” the woman said, pulling up a picture on her phone and showing him. “I’m just not sure where to find it.”

“I can take you to where the Loftwing Feed is,” Link said, motioning with his hand for her to follow. He didn’t mind showing customers where to find certain things, but in this case, they needed to travel to the other side of the store. So, to lessen the journey’s awkwardness, he made conversation. “Hot outside, huh?”

“It is. Really, it’s horrible you have to wear long pants.”

“Tell me about it.” A weird silence assumed, as silent as it could be with the outdated pop songs cracking out of the overhead speakers. “So do you, um, own Loftwings?” What a stupid question! If she wasn’t standing right there, he would’ve slapped himself. Why else would she be buying Loftwing Feed?

“Oh, yes,” she replied. “Two of them. A red and a blue one.”

Link deliberately slowed his pace. “What are their names?”

“The red one is Cawlin and the blue one is Strich.”

“Interesting names. I used to have one too–it was named Beedle.”

He didn’t miss the way the customer leaned a little forward to peer at his nametag with squinted eyes. Unfortunately, they were arriving at the animal feed aisle.

“Thank you for helping me, Link,” she said, a little too charming, brushing some hair over her shoulder.

“It’s no problem, uh…”

“Zelda.”

“It’s no problem, Zelda.”

That cold sandwich, soggy from sitting in the fridge, tasted a little more lonely that day. Most of his coworkers with whom he was friends were out on the floor, and of course that blonde customer probably hadn’t given him a second thought once she got her heaping bag of bird food. To his surprise, he was excited when his break was over because it meant he was a little closer to going home.

He was back on the register as usual, even though he would’ve preferred a spot down at self checkout, but didn’t complain since the constant flow of people helped pass time faster. That was until an obnoxious man with an equally obnoxious hairdo came up to his register with an overflowing cart.

Link greeted him as he normally would and began to scan as efficiently as he could, sometimes pausing to punch in the numbers for fruits or veggies. The customer didn’t say much to him–just hummed, scrolled on his phone, occasionally nodded at a question. Link found it a little rude but kept on with his job hoping he could quickly finish the customer’s transaction. Everything had been going smoothly; groceries were neatly in bags, all the items were scanned correctly and there had been no system errors.

Then the man pulled out a stack of coupons.

“You want me to use these?” Link asked, picking up the stack. The customer nodded and raised an eyebrow. Link began to scan them, but each one brought up a few dollar signs on the terminal, signifying that they weren’t working, so he inspected them closer.

They expired last year.

“Sir, unfortunately these coupons aren’t working because–”

“They should work.” Ah, so he does speak. “I made sure it’s for all the right items. You can look yourself.” He pointed at the mountain of bags.

Link repeated himself after heaving a sigh to maintain his composure. “They aren’t working because they’re expired. These expired last year, sir.”

The customer dramatically exhaled and fumbled around his pocket, fishing out his wallet and picking through it exaggeratedly. He slammed a card on the ledge by the card reader and then pulled out another one.

“Okay, fine, if you won’t take my coupons, can I at least use this?” The red-haired man shoved a blue card into Link’s face. The words on it read Zora Juice. He could hardly believe his eyes–this was a gift card for a smoothie store. This man, this customer, was standing in the middle of a HyMart trying to pay for his groceries with a smoothie store gift card.

“Um, sir, this is for Zora Juice,” Link informed him after spending a moment mustering up the courage to do so.

“Yes.”

“Okay… this is a HyMart.”

“Yeah, I know.” The customer ran his hand over his bright red pompadour.

“This is a different store. You can’t use this gift card here.”

There was a pause as the air in the store stilled and time screeched to a halt. The customer–whose name was Groose, based on the debit card he put on the ledge–seemed to be going through the five stages of grief with the way his face contorted into twenty different expressions all at once. Then, he exploded.

Groose snapped at him, asking why he couldn’t properly do his job, saying this is why kids need to stay in school, that Link was an incompetent cashier, all other kinds of insults under the HyMart ceiling. Link glanced nervously over to the customer service desk where Ghirahim was dealing with a rush and clearly frazzled, the way he waved his hands about and the faces he was making. There’d be no way to get him over for help, so Link braced himself for the worst.

The customer was about to turn as red as his hair when suddenly, a finger in his face cut him off.

“And just who do you think you are?”

“I– uh–”

Link could hardly contain his shock when he saw Loftwing Feed woman, in her sundress and holding her tote bag, pointing a finger directly in Groose’s face.

“It’s not his fault those coupons or that card doesn’t work. Why do you insist on bothering him?”

“I suppose…”

“Suppose what?”

Groose stared at her for a few moments and the cashier, now awkwardly caught in the middle, didn’t miss the way his entire body softened for just a moment. But then Groose shook his head, swiped his debit card, and left with his groceries in a huff.

The woman–Zelda, that’s her name–stepped up to the register as Link began to scan her items, bringing himself down from the nerves and excitement of that encounter. Rude customers always had him a little shaky, but it was different this time having someone to support him.

“Um, thank you,” he finally said after a few moments of silence, poked with buzzes and beeps.

“It’s no problem. I used to work in a supermarket, too.” Her eyes darted around nervously, tapping her foot. “Say, I don’t know what your schedule is like, but do you like coffee?”

“Sometimes it’s the only thing that gets me up in the mornings,” Link joked, typing in some numbers on his terminal. “Why?”

“I was wondering if you would be interested in getting a coffee with me sometime.”

If Link did not have customer service training, he would’ve jumped for joy and said yes immediately, but he kept himself composed, used his hand scanner on her Loftwing Feed, and then answered.

“Sure.”

“Great, sounds good.”

Link handed her the receipt, but she instead pulled a pen from her bag, wrote some numbers on it, and handed it back to him. Her phone number.

“You might need this on your way out–”

“It’s okay!” she said, already walking off with her cartload of items, Loftwing Feed neatly tucked into the bottom. Thankfully, he watched her walk out of the doors without being stopped by one of the greeters, but his trance was broken by a customer waving in his face.

“Hello? Young man?”

Link turned to the customer with a sigh. Until that coffee date, his life would simply be the buzzes and beeps of the register.

#zelink week #zelink week 2023 #zelink #zelda #link #groose #skyward sword #modern au #supermarket au #grocery store au #free day #ghirahim #my writing

[episodicnostalgia]

Star Trek: The Next Generation, 110 (Nov. 28, 1987) - “Haven”

Written by: Tracy Torme Directed by: Richard Compton

The Breakdown

In this episode we find out that Deanna Troi is ‘genetically betrothed’ to some dorky space-nerd named Wyatt, as per Betazed tradition (even though Wyatt is human) overseen by her Mom (Lwaxana). Apparently Betazoid marriages also come with the expectation of the wife leaving her career behind, which Deanna doesn’t seem too happy about.  To make matters even more awkward, Wyatt is coming to the ship with his family (and Deanna’s mom) to meet Deanna for *checks notes* the very first time? Yep. That’s right, this is the first time they’ve ever even laid eyes on each other.  In addition to this awkwardness Lwaxana’s arrival makes matters only worse as she proceeds to ridicule everyone who isn’t a telepath for being so obviously inferior.  But she’s definitely not being rude, because this is just *checks notes* how Betazoids are… which I guess makes it not bigoted or xenophobic at all.

While Lwaxana makes every effort to be offend anyone she talks to, we find out that Wyatt is more-than-a-little surprised that Deanna isn’t how he imagined.  You see, apparently he’s had a vivid-life-long-dream about some random blonde woman he’s never met (haven’t we all?), and so naturally concluded he was accurately imagining Deanna the whole time. Chalking up his mystery woman to nothing more than a silly fantasy, Wyatt decides to settle for Deanna since she is very pretty, and that has to count for something.  Unfortunately, just as the two love birds are warming up to each other, Wyatt’s mystery blonde woman arrives on a refugee ship and immediately recognizes him; as it happens, she’s also had life-long dreams about him, which is a pretty remarkable coincidence!

And the explanation for all this… *checks notes* spontaneous space telepathy.  Yep, that’s what we’re going with. According to Lwaxana, apparently we all have some kind of universal telepathy deep down inside of us.  At any rate, that’s enough of an explanation for Wyatt, who packs up to follow the hot blon- er- his destiny.

The Verdict

One would think that ‘Haven’ might offer a decent opportunity to flesh our Deanna’s character, but nah. Why do that when there are still male guest stars, and love interests to focus on? I do genuinely try to find the good in these old episodes, but this one is a dud.  My biggest points of contention are in the portrayals of Lwaxana (specifically), and the Betazoid’s (generally).

For starters, Lwaxana is exceptionally rude; she’s condescending, hostile, and has no regard for anyone else’s feelings.  I don’t care that “She’s telepathic and therefore thinks differently,” she’s completely bigoted towards anyone who isn’t Betazoid, and it’s clearly spiteful. The episode tries to play it off as comic relief, but based on this episode alone Lwaxana exhibits more potential for becoming an arch nemesis than the Ferengi ever will.

Secondly, Betazed may have a unique culture, but perhaps the federation should think twice before inducting other civilizations with such draconian marriage practices into their ranks. It would all be one thing if Deanna was happy with the arrangement, but she clearly doesn't want to get married. So why must she? Why such pressure? Shouldn’t freedom of choice weigh in to all federation cultures, without risking ostracization or criticism? Even Picard is like “hey, this seems kinda questionable. I wonder if this should be allowed” but that’s as far as we’ll explore such topics, because we have a LOVE TRIANGLE to get back to! Yay! (more on that below)

1 star (out of 5)

Additional Observations:

This is Lwaxana’s first appearance. My familiarity with this character is mostly from DS9, where I found her occasionally amusing, if exasperating, so I never quite understood the hate she got from other fans.  Now I get it.

Space love triangle: Riker is too busy feeling jealous of Wyatt to consider how this may be affecting the woman he supposedly loves. Deanna even calls him out by stating “YOU’RE the one who wanted to focus on a career,” to which Riker essentially retorts with “Yeah, but this is hard on ME!” Real mature, dude.

This season really has a fixation for alien races that are just hot white people in revealing clothing. Which leads as a nice segway into my next point…

This show is VERY horny, but repressively so. The crew all seem to have a “live and let live” mentality towards others (which is usually good), but are very restrictive and emotionally stunted in their own self-expression.

On the other hand, Lwaxana talks about her naked body and sex life WAY too much. She’s obviously making the crew uncomfortable, and it’s clearly intentional.

Data’s fascination over “petty squabbling” cracks me up though. Solid comedic performance from Brent Spiner.

#star trek the next generation #tng season 1 #haven #retro review #star trek review #star trek tng #star trek #80's tv #80s tv series #80s tv shows #tv review #deanna troi #betazoid #betazed #lwaxana troi #telepathy #tracy torme #richard compton #episodic nostalgia

[mothwingwritings]

It is my birthday, and as such, I would like you all (if you are so inclined) to indulge me in this little ask-game-thing I have had on my mind for a while.

Slide into my asks and tell me your most UNDERATED on LESSER KNOWN fictional husband/wife/lover/all three. The key is that they must be underrated/lesser known (not like, Mikey Sano or Baki Hanma, though those are both good choices B)), I only want to see truly underappreciated little morsels. Supply them to me, I need the sustenance. I desire to see them and learn of all the wonderful, hidden babes that exist in this world.  ლ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°ლ)

They can be from anything. Anime/manga, video games, books, movies, tv, a beloved OC-anything. Just make sure you tell me what media they are from and a little blurb about why you like them/what attracted you to them, and if you have any cutesy headcanons for them or the two of you together. <3 A picture is optional!

You don’t have to do this by any means if you don’t wanna, I just thought it might be a fun little thing to do and I am interested in seeing people’s underdog fictional love interests. They deserve a time to shine, and this is your moment to give it to them. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

I WILL START:

Husband wise, Bunji Kugashira from Gungrave.

Look at this man. He’s an asshole, crusty, grumpy, and rude, but dammit do I love him. (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥  )づ♡  He’s a cold blooded killer for the mafia, but he has a very strong sense of loyalty. For those with the privilege of being close to him he’s like a protective brother figure (which is my weakness, honestly) and will stick by you through thick and thin, offering his support and protection even if it’s just you and him versus the world. He has had me in a chokehold for literal years and as a bonus fun fact, one of my first ever reader insert fics was a reader x Bunji fic that sadly got lost to the times after my old computer died and the one fanfic site I uploaded it on bit the dust too. RIP. :’)

I was thinking maybe, possibly, by some cosmic luck there would be a small resurgence in Gungrave popularity recently, but no such luck. ^^; It started out as a video game and a new game was released not too long ago, AND it’s from the same creator as Trigun and Trigun Stampede has become quite popular sooo I had my hopes. But it’s all good, I love you Bunji, whether you are well known or not, I am in your court. 😤

WIFE-Leo from SHWD

Honestly all you should have to see is the above image to sell you on the series and the woman herself.  (>/////< " ) Leo is a kindly, buff, affectionate special force operative that fights horrific monsters that alter people’s minds. She’s cool, she’s strong, she’s compassionate, she’s flirty, and she’s an actual milf. I want her to scope me in her arms, dote on me, and smother me with her affections. She’s just… the whole package. She may be a little bit suffocating, maybe even a smidge condescending, but that only makes her more appealing in my book tbh. (´∀｀；) I love her and she’s beautiful and I would let her destroy me, heal me, and then destroy me again indefinitely.

SHWD is also such a cool yuri series and I wish it would get more traction. It has an interesting story, cool monsters, and the entire main cast is all lovable and cool (they are all hot as hell too so that helps).  I personally think it would make an incredible anime (and I am not just saying that because I want to see my various wife’s in action, but that is a part of it loool) and I really hope the series continues, thrives, and gets plenty of support. <3

#please supply me with new husband wife of lover fodder I require the goods #I just like hearing you all tell me about your loves and passions especially in regards to hot fictional people :) #so I thought this might be a fun little 'gift' of sorts #but dont feel any pressure to partake if you dont wanna #anyway #love you alllllllll <3 #mothwords

[whoiwanttoday]

I had plans this week that have been disrupted due to a death in the family. I don't begrudge anyone that, it sort of means everything has to be moved around and the things I thought I would be doing this week I am not so instead I have had a lot of time home trying to fill some blank hours. This means I ended up watching Georgia Ellenwood on Twitch Last night. I am pretty sure I have never done that, though I did subscribe to her channel when she created it. I actually heard a stat once that 90% of the people who subscribe to a twitch channel never watch it again and that feels about right in my experience. I mean, I know some people are dedicated twitch watchers but I can't watch on my TV so I almost never do, even though I will say I get the appeal. Anyway, it turns out that Georgia Ellenwood is a bundle of charm, which is nice, but the main thing that stood out to me is despite Canadians' reputation as the nicest people on the planet maybe they secretly aren't? Or maybe they are just kind of dumb. She had a story about going to London Drugs because she she needed to rent a camera and she called and they told her they do rent cameras and to come on by. So she did and some guy was very rude to her and told her they don't rent cameras and implied she was an idiot for doing so. She said she talked to someone on the phone who said they did and could she ask if anyone had talked to a woman on the phone and the guy refused to even ask anyone because he had worked there for two whole years and he knew they didn't rent cameras. Like, that's it, won't even performatively pretend to ask. Finally another guy comes out and overhears them and says he is the one who answered the phone and they do rent cameras and he gives it to her. Then the first guy acted like she was an asshole for not just leaving. I bring all this up because it is shocking to me, it doesn't jibe with the reality I know at all. See, like many people, I worked a lot of retail as a teenager and I am here to tell you that there is no place I ever worked where people wouldn't have been falling all over themselves to help Georgia Ellenwood because I hate to burst any bubbles but hot people get better service. Hot women in particular get more retail attention from male employees than anyone else on Earth. And I don't know this guys life but he lives in a suburb of Vancouver and I get that it's a big city and all but I am willing to bet Georgia Ellenwood is the hottest woman he has ever met in person. Just either this guy works at the suburban drugstore that supermodels all go to or this is the hottest woman he has ever seen. And he couldn't wait to get her out of his store. And look, I don't think the guys who fall all over themselves to help someone like her are smart, there is probably no world where Georgia Ellenwood is so touched by the service she got at the drugstore that she falls in love with the guy on the other side of the counter, I am just saying that's how things work. Except in Canada I guess? Where everyone is polite except service employees who are condescending dicks? I dunno, the more I learn about Canada the wilder it is, we haven't even gotten into the part about how impressive it is that they can build entire stores out of ice blocks and then safely store cameras in them. Anyway, that stood out to me and she really is very pretty and very charming and so I am posting her. Today I want to fuck Georgia Ellenwood.

#Georgia Ellenwood #blonde #Athlete #whoiwanttofucktoday

[ghxstic]

Dw i got you. Go ship your moots 💜

AHH AYAYAYA ITS FINALLY MY TURNNN <333

okay so, i tried to add everyone ! ! i even went through my following, but if i left anyone out its bc i forgot if we were actually moots or if it was just me that followed you, if that makes sense ! anyway, let's move on <33

@getou2001 is shipped with . .

. . . YAE MIKO : MIKO ? ? cmon, ik you love her i can't just leave her out. you love visiting her shrine :(( she makes sure her schedule it cleared just for you :(( n she always leaves you shaky n such a mess, she loves seeing her little bunny all messy for her ♡

@emomanswhore is shipped with . .

. . . ALUCARD : cmon your acc is LITERALLY themes after the vampire king, it would be a crime if i didn't add him >:(( anyway ! he's enamored by you baby ! ! his pretty little bride, the only woman he loves and adores ♡

@touyyes is shipped with . .

. . . TOJI : i was gonna say leon, but since i have v v little knowledge abt him i settled for toji, ANYWAY we know you love him babes, we also know you wanna suck on his tits and that's okay ! ! he let's you 🤭

@luvbladez is shipped with . .

. . . JASON TODD & DILUC : again, i know nothing abt jason todd, but he is p hot so like ;)) but ! ! i do know abt sir diluc ! ! hes so sweet, he makes breakfast in bed for you and loves holding your hand as a quiet way to show he loves you as well as a small reassurance for him that you're with him, safe and by his side ♡

@muzans is shipped with . .

. . . MUZAN : i mean its pretty obvious 🤭 BUT STILL, hes so rude and condescending to everyone around him BUT you, you're the only person that gets to see a more sweeter side of him <33 he can be a bit mean though, but you just have to have some thick skin ! !

@munsonsins is shipped with . .

. . . EDDIE MUNSON : AHH i just think you two would be so cute, he'd play his guitar for you :(( ramble abt his lil nerdy interests and you'd be so glad to listen and even shared your own interests ! ! you're one of the first people that saw past the whole " freak " thing and he will forever cherish you being in his life :(( absolutely adores you bae ♡

@getoswhore is shipped with . .

. . . GETOU : i was gonna say gojo just for shits n giggles but i bullied myself out of it 🗯 either way, idk how you did it but you have that man in a CHOKEHOLD, idc he worships the ground you walk on <33 you're like his treasure and he won't be afraid to show you off to let people know the absolute PACKAGE he bagged. i mean, you're meant to flourish, not to be hidden away, right ?

@divilyn is shipped with . .

. . . DOTTORE : you love a mad scientist ? you probably love the thrill don't you ? if he ever had to do an experiment you'd probs volunteer 🤭 but fr you two would probably be an evil power couple, oh he has to burn down a tree in sumeru ? no worries you're right there at his side holding a pair of matches <33 he loves his evil ( sleepy ) wife ♡

@akazxii is shipped with . .

. . . XIAO & MIKEY : UGHH xiao will protect you no MATTER the cost, he will never rest well if he doesn't know that you're safe, and if you're in a situation where you're not safe and sound he will go to the ends of the earth to make sure to get back to him safely and unharmed :((( as for mikey ? im gonna be fr i haven't really caught up w tr but in a more domestic situation, he just likes having you around, yk ? he enjoys your company more than anything and you always seem to keep him grounded ♡

@obitohno is shipped with . .

. . . GOJO : listen, i was gonna say obito but i dont read or watch naruto so i wouldn't know what you write abt LOL i was ALSO gonna say getou but idk ? ! anyway, you're like a mediator, we all know gojo as very eccentric and hyper and you just seem more collected and calm, you just keep him at level, in a good way ofc ! you probs love clinging his arm while by his side :(( n he ofc let's you, you're so warm n you look so cute how can he resist you ? ♡

@snake-titan is shipped with . .

. . . NANAMI : AHH YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE ? ! you probably wake up and make him coffee in the morning and he wakes up as you pour him a cup. he comes up behind you wrapping one arm over your waist and placing a kiss on your temple :((( he just adores you.. n he gets you flowers every week after work n they always have a small note where he says he loves you.. :((( ♡

@angelover is shipped with . .

. . . ZHONGLI : osmanthus wine.... zhongli is very old school, okay ? does he get you flowers every week ? yes, does he take you out to date every friday evening ? yes. he talks to you so sweetly, everytime he says he loves you he says it in such a poetic way, he's so raw about his adoration to you it's amazing. everyone that knows him knows about you too, he talks about you to everyone, if he sees something that reminds him of you while out with someone else hes like " my lover would love this :) "

@httphaitani is shipped with . .

. . . ILLUMI : idk HOW you did it, how you got this man to fall for you, but you did it. you should be given an award for it ;))) IDK WHY. but i can see you styling his hair, so he can de-stress, yk ? you just sit behind him, gently brushing his long silky hair, rambling about your day and he just listens ? ? his muscles relax and he just loves having you there :((( he's not big on pda, but he will hold your hand if it makes you happy as well as placing small gentle kisses on your cheek to make you happy, he does everything to make you smile :(( ♡

@sailewhoremoon is shipped with . .

. . . SANZU : I HAD TO SETTLE OLAY. ik you're sasuke's gf but idk shit abt naruto so if this is a reach and completely wrong just.. ignore this 🚶🏻‍♀️ ANYWAYYY hes such a hot mess, but hes so clingyyy. he loves having you sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around you and keeping you close, he probably kisses your neck too while hes at it ♡

@venioa is shipped with . .

. . . CHOSO : hes so.. big.. <33 scary dog privilege all the way ! ! but in between you n him, hes more like a lost puppy <33 he loves holding you close to his chest, feeling your body warmth just keeps him at ease :(( ackkk you two are the cutest i can't :(( ♡

@kentoberry is shipped with . .

. . . AYATO : you two are the power couple of inuzuma, its literally canon, im hoyoverse. he walks around the city with his hands intertwined with yours, not afraid to show you off. everyone that sees you wish they had a relationship like yours <33 he's just the type to cherish his pretty little wife, always putting you first, hes the type to be like " excuse me, do you have (fav food) ? it's my wife's favorite. " and he says it all with a (shit-eating) smile ♡

#✦ ִֶָ ࣪ nymph's love mail ! ! #AHH I LOVED DOING THISSS #i hope that my ships were AT LEAST a bit accurate #n i hope you guys enjoyed ! ! :)))

[deaneverafter]

Duck Hunting

Sooo, we finally got some backstory on Beau and the case in Texas. A case went wrong, and as I suspected, Beau lost his partner, and blamed himself, even though we know from that scene in the very first episode, that it wasn't his fault. He cares so much, and takes on the weight of the world, I just love him so much. Also, someone *cough Jenny cough* give him a big hug, he deserves it 🥺❤

Beau's laugh, even when it's fake, gives me butterflies 💘😌🥺🙊

I'll take my Beau/Jenny crumbs where I can get them. Jenny getting emotional and overwhelmed and angry about Donno and Tonya, and immediately running to Beau, out of breath, supposedly to fill him in, but actually because he's her safe place 🥺💕 That made me feel Emotions™️. Beau talking about Avery with Jenny and saying "That son of a bitch charmed you, didn't he?" 👀Careful, Sheriff, that sounds a little (a lottle) like jealousy 😏💕

Jenny watching Beau with his psycho ex like that, that hurted, chief, but it also showed that she's in deep 🥺🤗 Let her be happy, @ universe, she deserves this, and he deserves someone who actually loves and respects him, let Beau and Jenny be together! 💕 Seriously, they already had her be left behind for a different woman, twice, had men pick other women over her, twice. And then they had her mother pick money over her and betray her. I can't take her getting hurt again. And Beau's already been through the wringer, he deserves someone who appreciates him and respects and loves him. He deserves to be happy, and to feel like he matters to someone. And we know someone like that. Her name is Jenny Hoyt. Which, I also appreciated how genuinely Jenny called him a good man. You can truly see the respect and care and love she has for him ☺️

The Jenny and Donno interrogation scene (and the house "Are we friends? No." and the jail "mental kazushi." "Please put your shirt back on." scenes from episode 2), the vibes are so funny, I feel like they have enemies to frenemies potential 🤣✨

My goodness, Donno is so in love with Tonya, and no, I will not be taking any arguments at this time 🥺 Seriously, endgame when? He named a sandwich after her, for goodness sake. And only with the good vegetables!

Okay, but Cassie went to Cormac after the day she had (i.e., all of last episode) and that's so soft 🤗

Cormac is so close to finding out about Walter, I'm just curious to see when he does, is he going to actually tell Cassie, or...... are we looking at a possible Bros Killing Team....??

Every time Beau's crazy ex opens her mouth, which always, always leads to her being mean and condescending, and frankly, cruel towards Beau, all I can think is that meme, like, do not speak to me or my husband ever again 😡🗡

Her little "We're so glad you're here.", she doesn't get to say that after she broke his heart, but also, is she, is she really? Because Carla says this, and keeps talking about how she's going to call him, but then Beau shows up, to do his job, and all she does is be super condescending and rude 😡🙄 "That's enough questions." Are you the sheriff, Carla? No? Then, you don't know if it's been enough questions, go away.

Speaking of breaking hearts..... so Carla left Beau because he was grieving, or he had a hard time with her defending the criminals he puts away. Not a good look for her, and he's 100% not at fault. And just to make sure I've got it right. Beau and Carla got together, despite him being a cop and her being a defense attorney. The implication being she must have great qualities for a skilled cop like Beau to overlook that conflict (though we've yet to see these amazing qualities). It was uncomfortable, but Beau was dealing with it. Until he lost his partner, was grieving and feeling guilty, and the fact that his wife undoes his life's work (quite possibly even defended the people who killed his partner) finally got to him, and he was (rightfully) upset. And instead of being there for him, trying to help him, Carla...... got involved with rich tech dude. She then left Beau, married Avery (whose criminal activity she pointedly overlooks), moved with Emily, forcing Beau to uproot his life and leave everything behind. And then, instead of his sacrifice and dedication to Emily being acknowledged and Emily actually visiting Beau and spending time with him, we've been told that he sat alone in a cabin for six months, waiting, while his daughter buddied up with Avery. Carla then proceeds to insult and demean Beau for no reason, while trying to manipulate him into staying in that mindset, to prevent him moving on and having his own life, while she goes on to live her own happy life. She also continues to demean him in front of his coworkers and new friends. The way Carla made "he's a good man" sound like a bad thing, the way she said it so condescendingly and in a way that made it sound like she believes the opposite...... toxic 😒 Compare it to Jenny saying he's a good man. She ACTUALLY believes it and shows it. Also, her being condescending towards Beau and being mean to Jenny? That's all the strikes in my books. So anyway, she did this, she betrayed him, and she continues to be a toxic presence in his life, and somehow...... Beau is the bad guy here? Miss me with it 😒 (Seriously, some of you guys need to brush up on those critical thinking (or just, thinking honestly) skills. Like, some "Jensen fans" who think they look so cool and Intellectual™️ by insulting him and his characters, sitting there finding imaginary flaws to "critique" (hate on and vilify) his characters, it's so unhinged.? You hate him and his characters so much, why insist on following him to every project? 🙄) I'm glad she left though, he deserves someone who'd actually love him and stand by him 🤷🏻‍♀️

I will say this, Carla and Avery really are perfect for each other, I wish them a very long, happy marriage together, might that be behind bars or not, is inconsequential. They're both equally shady and passive aggressive. And like, I'm supposed to believe Carla didn't know about Avery's predicament? Nah, she's supposed to be a hotshot criminal attorney, with connections. If Carla's such a good lawyer, how did she not know about her husband being investigated? 🧐 Or.... is it that she just didn't care to know, as long as the dough was rolling in, and now that she's being forced to acknowledge it, she's making a big show of being upset? Methinks that was just a ploy to save her own skin by staging a public fallout like that 🤨

Another thing, why hasn't anyone had a good talking to with Emily, about maybe not wandering the woods and snooping and following people after they tell her there's danger? With the way Carla acts, Beau clearly can't say anything to Emily, but uh, someone ought to. And instead, everyone's acting like Emily is the victim. Is Emily dead? No? Then, she's not the victim. Mary died, she's the victim. It would be one thing if Emily had been forced to see a dead body, experience something traumatic. But..... she literally went looking for it. How am I supposed to feel bad for her? And, frankly, very baffled by those odd comments about "she's just like her dad." No, actually. Beau is actually nice to people and cares about his family and friends, cares about people other than himself, and is a trained professional, the sheriff, not a teenager sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong. Frankly, Emily acts a lot more like Avery, and not at all like Beau, I don't know what people are seeing (or want to see, maybe, is the more correct phrase).

Paige and Walter, I can't tell anymore who's manipulating who, if they've actually fallen for each other, what is happening. But it's juicy, I like it.

I am also back on my "one day, Sunny is going to end Buck's life" theory........ 🔪 I can feel it, it's coming. After he killed Mary for her, for a minute, I thought maybe he was safe. But he just got her firstborn arrested, she's not going to forgive him for that, so I fully expect some unhinged things coming. And I like it 😈

Yes, Walter killed Mark, and Luke, but I still think the Bleeding Heart murderer is someone else (and I do have my suspicions, but I guess we'll find out) 🕵🏻‍♀️🔍

#Beau Arlen #Jenny Hoyt #Big Sky #Big Sky State of Mind

[july-19th-club]

case three is VERY busy and like, a lot for an early episode, but it's also good that it's an early episode i think, like it has a lot of what makes the show work and also some stuff that doesn't work about it. i do think sometimes there's this intense whiplash between very dark scenes and concepts and bright sparkly music and goofy interactions, and i would prefer it settle into one or the other. like this is a funny episode at times! the office romance stuff is slowly building. but it's also like rapid-fire hitting Issues from all sides, sometimes successfully and sometimes not, like getting into the fact that the protagonist isn't going to be good at communicating with or empathizing with other autistic folks just because she is (and given that her support needs are so much smaller than the clients, winds up messing things up a couple times in pretty much the same ways as her neurotypical coworkers); the old classmate of jun-ho's who runs into him and young-woo, sees how jittery she gets when a jackhammer goes off nearby and assumes he's doing charity work with her and jun-ho spends the rest of the episode agonizing over how rude and condescending this woman was and wanting to apologize but not knowing whether it would be overstepping; the fact that her dad still doesn't quite get her despite loving her and that he's sometimes resentful of being a single father on a restaurant income and not feeling appreciated the way he wants to be by his daughter; the fact that the client's father is so, so much worse - favored his elder son to the point of ignoring his mental health struggles, not noticing when he was getting suicidally overwhelmed and depressed from his med school workload, and being willing to let his surviving son go to jail rather than let his suicide become public knowledge; the incredibly horrible experience of being witness to several of your siblings' suicide attempts until one day he actually succeeds, and you don't get there in time and you're in the middle of a meltdown and you break his ribs trying to give him cpr and you can't explain any of it to anyone because it is all still so overwhelming and chaotic for you emotionally and because you are a bigger guy and so very very visibly disabled people automatically assume violence of you, even people like the protagonist who should be able to relate, and then a week later a bunch of lawyers are doing a very dedicated rendition of the pengsoo song for you, which is nice and all, and you wouldn't say no to a repeat performance, but like, you still saw your brother hang himself and your parents think you did it

#like good lord that's a lot #slow down dude let's take it one at a time maybe #although also it IS fun to make long pauseless rambling posts about the long pauseless rambling woman show #yes babygirl let us infodump together #tell me about moby dick im reading it too you know! lets read moby dick together #extraordinary attorney woo #also the prescient reminder that hans asperger was a nazi collaborator and therefore the entire history of the spectrum #has been fraught with violence and manipulation . and there's no way out of it except forward

[samegal514]

Multiple rants in one cus i cba writing different posts:

I can’t even find enjoyment or comfort in anything anymore. Haters say that’s mental illness, I say I’m just chilling rn.

I don’t remember anything until I was 8, then it was a blur until last year. I only have fragments of last years, it’s mostly gone.

I’m not your freaking slave man, just cus I’m a female doesn’t mean I’m a ‘worthless woman’ who must do the dishes. So egotistical, such little brain power.

Those cookies were so good today, shame I’m gonna have to throw them up once I’ve posted this :(

Y’all I think I’m dying

ISTG IK THIS IS IS TMI BUT IF IM ON MY FUCKING PERIOD FOR BARCELONA IM GONNA HANG MYSELF IN THE FUCKING ROOM.

Im not eating in Barcelona, it’s literally free time away from my parents, why waste it?

I’m so fat💀

🎼🎼🎼🎼NOTHINGS NEW🎼🎼🎼🎼

I’m thirsty one sec guys… I’m back, drinking milk now YUM!!! Idc if yous say I’m wasting calories on milk, it’s yum and I don’t want my bones to snap when I’m older.

GUYS THE WIND MY BLOW MY HOUSE DOWN, I think everyone can agree that it’s too fucking cold in the UK rn.

G is so strong it’s scary, SHE BEAT ME AT AN ARM WRESTLE, ik it’s not hard but it scares me. Love you G xx

I’m starting to love English again, and hate maths… which I sad cus I’m supposed to freaking like it?

My maths teacher can go suck a dick, he’s actually so condescending and rude. HE MADE A MISTAKE DOESNT MEAN YOU LAUGH AT HIM? It’s not a good work environment.

I love my dogssssss, the pets not my feet… They are so cute and make me happy. One of the only things that make me happy.

Do they laugh at my tumblr? Do they go through it and laugh? Do they laugh at me in general?

My head is spinning and I feel like I’m losing control of everything..

I miss her, I don’t want her when she’s like this because she doesn’t want me, but I miss her really bad. The person she was before she became this monster.

Smoking and vaping makes me sick, no judgement to anyone who does, I’m just saying that it makes me so uncomfortable, even the mention makes me freaked out.

I hope she changes, and comes back, I want her back.

I want to cry and die.

Im just hoping that my cvts won’t be noticeable by March (they probably won’t be lmao) so that I can wear short sleeves.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

These couch posts are funny 😆 (it’s all with love Evan!). I have a feeling his favorite color is blue? Atleast he didn’t go the route my ex did when he also moved out from the Midwest, hit up Craigslist 🫣 and kept the furniture for yeearrsss.

And omg I can’t stand when ppl ask “why are you single?” Or “why aren’t you married yet?” 😳 like how do you even respond to that?? I could never ask someone that, it’s such a weird thing to ask and it doesn’t even make sense to ask. One old man told me I needed gain weight if I ever wanted to be married. Like wtf? I had a long term bf and I was actually the most fit I’ve ever been, I was toned and ate a lot for how much I was working out. The audacity is wild with some ppl. And my current personal trainer recently asked if I had kids and I said no.. then he asked if it was by CHOICE which caught me off guard (he’s also an old man) and I was like yeah… like what a weird question to ask a female.. what if I said no, it’s not by choice, would he like to have a discussion about my reproductive health? Or why I can’t find the perfect guy to have kids with? What way was he hoping that conversation to go?? Awkward much?! Sorry about my little rant lol but some ppl astound me. That reminds me of some old man in the entertainment industry (a DJ maybe? I don’t remember) made a comment about Taylor Swift’s age and how he was hoping she start having kids soon for her kids’ sake so she’d be a young mom or something. Ew why is it always older men sooo concerned about younger women like that.. good god they need to keep their mouths shut, nobody cares what they have to say lol god

the intrusive, weird, rude and condescending things we have to deal with... the way even strangers can be concerned about totally personal decisions. i can't imagine asking people things like this. and it comes from all angles. as a woman who is child-free and wishes to stay that way, even other women feel the need to add their input and judgement. i'm just glad i have never been one to entertain nonsense, because... whew!

[braveryhearted]

More obscure muses ( Introduction ) series.

Fandom: The World Ends With You.

Muse #2- Shoka Sakurane.

Age 16-20 ( games )

Shoka Sakurane is a Reaper in NEO: The World Ends with You who belongs to the Shinjuku Reapers. She is a low-ranking Reaper whose job is helping new Players become accustomed to the rules of the Reapers' Game and signing them up for the Reaper Networking Service (RNS). Despite her initial hostility towards Rindo and the Wicked Twisters, she later becomes a Player and joins their team as a party member.

Shoka is introduced as a rude, stubborn, blunt and bored young woman who is extremely snarky and sardonic. She can be very abrasive, arrogant, mocking and condescending towards those she disagrees with, such as Rindo and Fret, to the point where she is arguably a bully. She quickly says that she expected Rindo and Fret to get "slaughtered" as soon as they entered the game. She also tells the duo point blank about them being dead and in the afterlife. Other, lesser instances of her bluntness is her calling their initial team name stupid and dubbing the duo as losers. She seems to enjoy teasing the players and likes getting a rise out of people and treats Rindo as if he were a helpless baby, calling him "Rindykins", asking if the missions are too tough for him, and always departing with a "Later, losers."

At one point, having had enough of her negative attitude, Rindo tells Shoka to shut up and get lost, causing her to wander away after saying he's no fun when he's mad. It is hinted that Shoka is not used to people valuing her opinions; at one point, she tells Rindo that he may have luck with his objective at Shibuya Hikarie. Shoka is astonished when Rindo actually takes her advice and she begins to berate him for doing what she suggested, causing him to call her out on what would even satisfy at her at this point and if she would prefer to be ignored entirely instead.

Shoka is less than enthused with her job of monitoring the Players and views it as one would view any other boring job, not caring about climbing up the Reaper corporate hierarchy as it just means more work. She is quick to leave once her shift is done, even if that means leaving new players in the lurch without proper explanation for the game (it is possible she did this to Nagi Usui hence her confusion). Having grown bored of the Reapers' Game in its current state, she not-so-secretly hopes someone will come along and shake things up. She shows considerable annoyance toward Players who are slow to learn the rules, such as when she calls Rindo and Fret "dummies" and "bozos" when they were unaware of the UG. Despite this, she does also provide some helpful information such as informing them of the need to come in first to escape the game and explaining the differences between the Realground and Underground. She even helps more directly while a Reaper. This is usually done in secret or through her Swallow account.

Shoka is an avid fan of Gatto Nero, enough for the Reaper who tasked them with dressing up with the brand from head to toe to instantly regret it, her saying that the task itself is a 'piece of cake' immediately after it is given out. Her smartphone case is themed after Mr. Mew. She describes herself as being directionless until finding Gatto Nero upon arriving in Shibuya.

Prior to this time, Shoka was rather uncaring about life in general, and rarely made her own decisions, instead going along with whatever happened. She claims that she didn't care whether she was erased or not when she first played the game, and she also became a Reaper in large part because she simply saw no reason not to. At first, Shibuya made her uncomfortable because it forced her to make decisions and define herself among the people of the city, but once she found Gatto Nero, she became more enthused with creating her own style and defining herself on her own terms, eventually bringing her to love the city. The fact that she did not care about returning to the RG also greatly suggests her human life was quite lonely and that she never received much love or appreciation when she alive.

Shoka's brash and uncaring exterior hides her true feelings, to a certain extent. While she did genuinely enjoy being a Reaper, she also ends up becoming disillusioned with it when things go too far, putting Shibuya and the Wicked Twisters in jeopardy. Shoka becomes distressed at this, and ultimately chooses to side with the Twisters during week two in order to help save both them and the city she has grown to love.

Being fired from the Reapers and her FanGO accounts being lost causes her to re-evaluate her life priorities, and her smug attitude begins to dissipate once she experiences vulnerability when she is left to fend for herself against a Noise and is almost erased. Rindo's sympathy for Shoka, asking if she has anywhere to go and if she wants to join their team, transforms her personality as she forms friendships with Rindo, Fret, Beat and Nagi, and decides that she doesn't want to lose them to Shiba's plans. She cares deeply for the team even if she is not the best at expressing it, in particular with Rindo, with whom she played FanGo for three years, and who she eventually becomes friends with in real life. She also has strong friendships with many of the Shinjuku Reapers such as Ayano, who she considers a big sister, and even Shiba and Susukichi, though she seems to not want to admit it.

#long post cw #long post tw #biography; Shoka Sakurane;; #bio;; #about;; #death cw #death tw

[shespeaksinsongs]

Leaked | Draco x Reader

A/N: My favorite fic yet. Flashbacks are bolded, and the lyrics are in italics. Enjoy! <3

Summary: After superstar Y/N's songs get leaked, the press has no choice but to assume the love songs are about Y/N's best friend Draco.

Warnings/content: Cursing, crying, kissing, invasion of privacy (paparazzi), slight angst w happy ending, fluff at the end, homophobic parents (not readers'), Fem!Reader, Astoria slander, Fem!Reader

Word count: 5.37k words

The songs used in this fic are I Love You by Billie Eilish, Spending My Time by Roxette, Better Off by Ariana Grande, We Belong Together by Mariah Carey, The Way I Feel Inside by the Zombies, and Make You Feel My Love by Adele.

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"Thank you for the cookies, Astoria. I'm sure they would've been great if I could eat peanut butter." Y/N gracefully said, returning the small tin foil box the tall brunette had given her.

"No problem, Y/N. I had no idea you were allergic!" She replied in a screeching pitch. She resembled a vulture in that way. Her voice alone was enough to make Y/N want to shoot herself with an unforgivable curse.

Draco cleared his throat awkwardly, sensing hostility. "Y/N/N, where's the bathroom?" He asked, his hands in his pocket as he handed Astoria the leftovers Y/N had saran-wrapped for them to take home.

"Still the last door on the left, Draco. No matter how many times you come over, you always forget." Y/N laughed, returning the warm smile Draco had given her.

Draco ran down the hall and peeked his head through the door, and shouted a "thank you!" to Y/N before quickly shutting the door. The two women laughed until they heard Draco begin to pee.

"Listen here, you bitch." Astoria started, her face becoming that of an old and bothered hag. Y/N wasn't too surprised to see her fake personality falter when Draco was gone, but she didn't expect it to come out that night. She felt she'd handled Astoria's rude questions and condescending conversation topics well and with charm and fluency.

"You call me that, yet I'm not the one barking." Y/N said calmly, folding her arms over her chest.

"Draco is mine. You got that?" Astoria harshly poked Y/N's chest with her index finger. "I don't know how many times it'll take for me to explain it to you. He chose me. He didn't choose you; he chose me."

Y/N's heart broke a bit, but she debated whether it was worth getting herself and Astoria in more trouble with Draco. She could've easily told her she was a rebound. She could've told her that Draco still tells her that she's his safest place. She could've told him about the countless nights Y/N spent in Draco's bed because of some nightmare that Draco fixed into a dream with his strong, tender body and calm, gentle voice.

But that's not what made Y/N, Y/N.

Instead, she smiled and kept her head up, but not in a snobby way like Astoria. Rather, this way was touched with a certain elegance and poise that only Y/N could portray.

"It's been a long night, Astoria. I'll walk you to your doorstep." Y/N smiled, opening the door and embracing the warm summer night air.

Before Astoria could respond with an insult, Draco was out of the bathroom, walking towards the two. "Thank you so much for tonight, Y/N. As always, an incredible host." Draco smiled, pulling Y/N in for a much-needed hug.

"I love you." Y/N whispered against his bicep to not cause more panic to spread among Astoria's tired features. Truthfully, Y/N felt bad for the girl - constantly second-guessing herself, feeling so insecure that she isolates the man she "loves" from his best friend.

"Me, too." Draco whispered against Y/N's head, pressing a small kiss to her crown.

"Well, I think it's time we leave." Astoria said, closing her agape mouth to speak with yet another nasal tone. "We should do this again sometime." Y/N almost threw up at the mention of her having to endure the woman for yet another evening. Not even the four glasses of wine she drank that night helped.

As Y/N leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, she watched Astoria and Draco walk back to his mansion just next door. Astoria leaned up to kiss Draco on the lips, but he turned around to wave goodbye to Y/N one last time, and Astoria kissed the air instead.

Stifling a laugh, Y/N wiggled her fingers back and closed the door when she saw they (Draco) got home safe.

As she made her way to the kitchen, Y/N thought over Astoria's words. She was right. Draco would've chosen her if he wanted to. If he had feelings for her - if he loved her the way she loved him.

Maybe in another life. Y/N thought, smiling at the framed picture of Draco and her in Paris, their first vacation together. They were grinning like idiots that day. Y/N laughed softly at the memory before she felt a warm tear slide down her cheek.

I'll have you someday, my love - some cycle. Y/N thought before letting herself cry tears that had been forced to stay inside for years. It felt like she was high. How silly that something so sad can feel so euphoric when not given enough of it.

Y/N laid on the kitchen floor, crying for what felt like hours before sniffling and standing up. I need to sing. She thought, and with a quick swipe of her songwriting notebook, a pen, a hoodie, and her wand, she was gone to the one place she could be herself - the recording studio.

Y/N clicked the doorbell located on the first floor of the building, her hood up as if paparazzi would be roaming about at 10 in the night. "Y/N Y/L/N, here to record some songs in room 506, if you don't mind." Y/N sniffed, showing off her ID to the camera.

Y/N was buzzed in shortly after, and so her tread up to the fifth floor, her favorite floor, began.

She could hear the laughter of a rambunctious bunch, and she immediately recognized each voice.

"Hope I'm not interrupting." Y/N softly said, smiling at Blaise, her lifelong friend, and producer.

"Hey, Y/N/N, I wasn't expecting you for another two weeks!" Blaise smiled, approaching Y/N to give her a hug. "You're lucky your manager's here." Blaise said, pointing to Ricky Hayes, perhaps one of the most well-known managers in the wizarding world and muggle world.

"Hey, Ricky." Y/N said awkwardly, knowing what was coming.

"Uh, hey." Ricky said, looking surprised. "If I'd known you were going to be making an appearance, I would've sent your wardrobe team-"

"I'm here to make music, Rick. If you wanted someone in the supermodel industry, I wasn't the right choice." Y/N huffed, annoyed, heading to the recording booth and putting on her pair of headphones. "Let's make music, then?" Y/N asked, laying out her handwritten lyrics on a music stand.

"Sorry, Y/N, you were on mute. Could you repeat that?" Blaise asked, keeping his slender finger on the glowing red button.

"Never mind." Y/N shook it off. "The first song I wanna record is called Spending My Time." She said, taking off her jacket before chucking it on the ground. Y/N went through a few vocal warm-ups before she began, laughing when she saw Blaise trying to suppress a grin. Lip trills were always funny to him.

Y/N took a deep breath before singing, making sure to include the breath in the song. Then, when she was done with the first song, she moved on to the next one, ignoring the compliments her manager gave her and the pry to get it released as soon as possible.

"None of the songs I'm doing today will be getting released." Y/N said, eyeing Ricky, mostly. "I'll pay everyone in this room twice as much, but these songs are personal to me, and I don't know what I would do if they were let out."

Her manager rolled his eyes but urged Y/N to continue singing, which she did.

"This song will be called Make You Feel My Love. John, could you give me a B-flat major scale, please?" Waiting eagerly for a direction, the pianist nodded, rushed to the piano, and played up the ivory and black keys.

"Thank you." Y/N nodded her head, beginning to sing yet another song that blew her manager away. It was a raw, emotional piece. And everyone in that room knew who it was about. Towards the end, Y/N became so passionate, thinking about Draco and his perfect eyes and soft hair and his honey-like voice, that she began crying. She kept crying and directed Blaise to keep it for the end of the song.

The recording session continued for five more hours until Blaise was practically falling asleep in his mixing chair, only waking up whenever Y/N would belt a high note.

"Y/N, you've had a good run today, but it's late, and to be honest, we're all pissing in our seats to get home." Ricky grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "How about you come back tomorrow? I'm sure Blaise can free up some slots for you."

"For sure!" Blaise said, eager to get home to his probably sleeping wife and kids.

"Alright." Y/N sighed, not even wanting to go back home anymore. She was finally pouring out her heart, and it felt good to sing how she felt. "I'll come back tomorrow." Y/N said, taking off her headphones and relishing the heightened hearing she had again. "Thank you for everything, guys. I really needed that. Now go home and sleep." Y/N said, lightly waking the pianist, who'd fallen asleep, piano keys indented into his skin. "Goodnight, Blaise. Send my love to Luna and the kids, please." Y/N beamed, turning her back to leave the room.

"I will. Goodnight, Y/N." Blaise smiled, waving at her dissipating figure.

Y/N woke up, on her off-day, nonetheless, to the most amount of notifications that she'd had since her last album had dropped. 73 missed calls, 485 Twitter notifications, and 135 texts. But before Y/N had the time to even process what was going on, there was a pounding at her door, beckoning her to get up out of her comfy bed and tend to it. Alarmed, she peeked through the peephole, sighing in relief when she saw it was just Pansy and Daphne.

Unlocking the door, Y/N smiled. "Hey, g-"

"Sh!" Pansy and Daphne exclaimed, both wearing dark sunglasses that covered the majority of their face.

"Are you crazy?" Daphne said, looking around paranoid, even though she was no longer outside.

"Only on the weekends?" Y/N joked. "What gives?" She asked, hanging their matching trench coats on a coat rack Y/N bought but never had enough company to use.

"Just here to mourn your sanity." Pansy said, kicking her shoes off before plopping herself down on the couch. "Do you know what's going on right now?" She asked nonchalantly, summoning a bottle of wine.

Y/N only shrugged, her eyebrows curving upwards as she inadvertently asked the two what their surprise appearance was about.

"Merlin, Y/N. You are as daft as you are talented." Daphne said, banging Y/N's head with a rolled-up newspaper before handing it to her.

"Ow! Wha-" Y/N's face went pale - not red, not pink, not blue, pale. She felt like she was going to die.

"Read it." Pansy said, swirling her glass with one hand, petting the top of Daphne's head with the other.

Y/N tried to audiate the words she read, but it was no use.

RICKY HAYES LEAKED SUPERSTAR Y/N Y/L/N'S LOVE SONGS - AND THERE'S NO ROOM TO WONDER WHO THEY'RE WRITTEN ABOUT. (See more on page 12)

"I-I-"

"Ricky screwed up, that's for sure. I'm gonna call that man-whore and give him a piece of my mind." Pansy said, reaching in her pocket for her phone.

Y/N stuttered. "No, don't do that. It'll make things messier. I think I, I just need to lay low, and, and... hide forever." Y/N said, burying her face into a pillow and letting out a muffled scream.

Pansy sat up and rubbed Y/N's shoulder, trembling from fear. "Sweetie, I know it feels bad now, but it will get better. I can talk to Draco if you-"

"No. Absolutely not. He does not want to hear from me. Merlin, I feel horrible. This is the last thing he needs right now." Y/N said, her eyes wide. Her breathing had accelerated tremendously since Pansy and Daphne had gotten there that morning. "Merlin, I think I'd rather my nudes have been leaked than this."

"The last thing he needs is for his best friend to have a panic attack, so let's calm down before you reach that point." Daphne interjected, reaching across her girlfriend to squeeze Y/N's hand. "Go get dressed, put on some makeup, do whatever you need to feel good, and then come back downstairs to eat breakfast. We'll make your favorite." She said in a sing-songy voice.

Y/N sighed, knowing arguing would be no use. So, she dragged her heavy feet all the way upstairs, over each stupid step until she got to her bathroom. She didn't even bother looking at her phone and kept it on the charger. At the rate it was blowing up, she'd be out of battery in an hour.

Y/N brushed her teeth, washed her face, and changed into tan and baggy loungewear since she wasn't planning on doing anything but lounging around and crying all day.

When she made her way downstairs, Pansy and Daphne were nervously peeking through the peephole, taking turns with one another.

"What's going on?" Y/N asked, heading over to the door.

"See for yourself." Pansy said, guiding Y/N to the door. "I swear, I'll kill him." She seethed, her face twisting in anger.

"Console first, kill later." Daphne whispered to Pansy, who nodded and had to pry Y/N off the door.

There must have been at least a hundred people on Y/N's front yard. They were trampling over each other, the landscaping, scratching bits of the metal fence that surrounded the house, you name it.

"All for a shot of you crying." Daphne said. "Low-lives."

There were flashes of lights seeping into the kitchen, which was located at the front of the house. Pansy rolled her eyes exaggeratedly and marched over.

"Stupid," Pansy shut all the blinds in the house closed. "nosy," She waved her wand, sealing the home with protective charms. "reporters!" The entire place was now as blocked as a dam. Stepping back, proud of her work, Pansy turned to Y/N. "Come eat breakfast, Y/N/N." Pansy urged, bringing a tray to Y/N, who had found her way to the couch.

"I'm not hungry anymore." Y/N said blankly, her eyes glistening with tears. She'd been able to handle the tabloids, the rumors, the gossip, but this was on a whole other level. She'd never been this stressed in her life.

"Don't cry, angel. We'll get this sorted out. Draco's cool about this sort of stuff, and honestly, he's a bit daft sometimes, so he might not even get it." Daphne said, shrugging her shoulders when Pansy mouthed, "really?" at her.

Y/N remained quiet, but it was challenging to maintain a calm mind when the cameras were shuttering and people were clambering on Y/N's front lawn every few seconds.

Nobody had mentioned what Astoria was going to do yet. But everyone was thinking about it.

"Let's go to the balcony." Pansy told Y/N softly. "Maybe it'll be better if she can see the reporters, but they can't see her." She said aside to Daphne. Daphne nodded and took Y/N's tray while the three scurried upstairs.

The balcony was a charming development. There was a round table with two chairs, fit for playing cards at sunset, a giant snake plant Y/N's friend Neville had gifted her as a housewarming gift, and a rack full of Draco and Y/N's favorite poetry books.

Y/N bought the house, keeping in mind that Draco would often be visiting. Not only could he not cook, but neither he nor Y/N was ready to live separately from each other. Before they bought the houses on Milby Court, Y/N and Draco had lived together practically their entire lives. Sure, they resided in different dorms at Hogwarts, but they were together so often that Draco's mail would be sent to Y/N instead of him when his parents tried to reach him.

Y/N sighed, watching Daphne fill the empty chair instead of the tall blond she was in love with. "It'll only get worse from here." She said, taking a sip of her warm mugwort tea.

"Don't think like that." Daphne scolded, slapping Y/N's arm gently. Y/N rolled her eyes and continued watching reporters stack on top of each other to get the latest scoop that was Y/N's utter misery.

"Merlin, this should be illegal." Pansy muttered, eyeing a reporter who kept trying to get a sneak peek in through the kitchen window.

"It is." Y/N folded her arms over her chest, flipping them off, despite them not being able to see her.

"Guys," Daphne said, her eyes widening to her left. "they're here."

Y/N felt herself grow weak as she watched Draco and Daphne's sister Astoria emerge from their suite to also watch the paparazzi from the balcony. Astoria was glued to his arm, only wearing a floaty nightgown in which Y/N swore she'd look better.

Astoria moved her nose in a way that made it look like she snorted before staring daggers at Y/N. Thankfully, the reporters were too loud for Y/N to hear her voice.

"Pig." Daphne muttered in an attempt to make Y/N feel more comfortable. She truly did hate her sister. Ever since Astoria outed Daphne, Daphne no longer benefit from her pureblood parents' wealth. Not to mention, her parents, who were once loving, completely shunned her. She hadn't spoken to her mother or father in five years.

Despite Daphne and Pansy's efforts, Y/N didn't feel the least bit less queasy. In fact, she only felt more uneasy. Draco turned his head to look at what Astoria was glaring at and was surprised to see all three of his friends out on the balcony.

He grinned and held up a high hand, waving it around frantically to get them to notice him. They pretended not to see him and kept speaking amongst themselves. "Is he still looking?" Y/N pretended to laugh at a joke Pansy had said, taking another anxious sip of her tea.

"I don't feel his eyes anymore, so I'd say no." Daphne said while smiling, her teeth pressed together to look more cheerful.

Astoria instructed Draco to do something, although the girls weren't sure what. He nodded and turned back around to Y/N's mansion. "Y/N! Pans! Daph!" Draco called out, causing the reporters to look up at the balcony they were perched on.

"There she is!" One photographer screamed, using the levitation charm to bring his camera up to Y/N's face. It snapped bright lights into her eyes until Y/N was sure she was developing a migraine, and just when Pansy and Daphne were ushering her inside, "Sectumsempra!" The man yelled, firing at Y/N.

And with that, she was gone.

Y/N awoke a few hours later in St. Mungo's Hospital, her least favorite place in the world. In his seventh year, Draco spent days recovering from a curse Harry Potter had sent his way. She thought he was going to die.

"Y/N/N, if I die..." Draco's hoarse and fatigued voice started.

"Please don't say that." Y/N sobbed, gripping onto his hand as if it was going to run away if she loosened her hold.

"Listen to me, darling." Draco said again, this time his voice raspy but more assertive. Y/N turned around, not wanting to look at him. He forced his hand up to her cheek but winced at the searing irritation it caused his shoulder. "Please." He said, causing Y/N to look him in the eyes. "If I die, please don't ever forget how much I love you. More than anyone else." He whispered.

"You won't die." Y/N shook her head profusely. "I won't let it happen, I promise." She placed a small kiss on his forehead, the only spot that hadn't been marked by the curse. "I'll die first." She said, lying down next to Draco, not touching him.

"You're too stubborn for your own good, you know that, right?" Draco laughed slightly, closing his eyes.

"Maybe that's why we're best friends - we're so alike." Y/N joked, letting her teardrops cascade freely down her cheek. "Please don't go. I need you." She said softly, watching as Draco shut his eyes.

"I won't. I'm just going to rest for a bit. You should, too." Draco said, faintly waving his wand and whispering, "nox."

Within the next few weeks, Draco was fully recovered, and Y/N hoped Draco would forget that she'd poured her heart out to him in those days she thought she was going to lose him.

Draco never forgot.

Y/N slowly woke up, smelling strong fumes of sterilizing alcohol and rubber gloves.

"Sh, sh, she's awake." Daphne said quietly, watching as Y/N's eyelids fluttered open.

"Hey, guys." Y/N said, confused, hoisting herself up. "I just had the worst dream. I recorded some songs and-"

"It wasn't a dream, darling." Pansy interrupted sadly. "Draco's out to get us some coffee, but he'll be back shortly." She said, pressing a kiss to Y/N's cheek before getting up and pressing the big red help button on the wall to call the room nurse.

Hearing commotion that Y/N was all-too-familiar with, Y/N groaned. "Are there paparazzi in the building?" She said, tipping her head back to land on the not-so-soft hospital pillow.

"Mr. Malfoy's in this room?" A pale nurse asked, popping her head into the room with a foot in between the door and frame as if a paparazzo was going to crawl underneath her to get a shot of Y/N in a hospital cot.

Pansy and Daphne nodded, and Y/N whispered curses.

"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, you can come with me-"

The nurse was interrupted by Draco sprinting to Y/N, his shoes squeaking against the slippery tile.

"Y/N, oh my, Merlin!" He said, wrapping his arms around Y/N so tight that it looked like he'd swallowed her from the nurse's angle. "Thank gods you're okay." He whispered into her hair as Y/N smiled sadly. Was he saying this out of pity? As a "sorry I don't love you, too, but I offer my sympathy for you"?

"I'm okay, Draco. No need to worry about me." Y/N rubbed his back with one hand and ran her fingers through Draco's blond locks with the other.

"I'm sorry to ruin the moment," The short and stout nurse interrupted. "but has her heart rate been this fast since she came to consciousness?"

Y/N, acknowledging her EKG going way above her average heart rate, turned a dark red as her head felt fuzzy again.

The beeping was getting faster, signifying that if someone didn't do something, Y/N would need an inhaler. "I... I'm gonna fai-"

The second time Y/N regained consciousness was different from the last. This time, Draco was right by her side, sitting up in a chair and promptly watching her heart slow down until she was finally awake.

"Hey, Y/N/N, I'm sorry for scaring you. I should've given you your space." Draco said. Y/N knew it was Draco speaking (who could mistake that voice for anyone else?). Still, her eyes took a moment to adjust to her surroundings.

The standby nurse tracked her vitals and recorded them on a slip of paper before heading off to the lab to "run some tests."

On the contrary... Y/N sighed. "It's okay, Draco."

"Hey, why don't we watch some TV?" Pansy offered, turning on the small television that was hooked up to the wall.

Before anyone had time to respond, the pop culture news channel was on.

"Rita Skeeter here with another juicy and scandalous story for you today. Y/N Y/L/N, known best friend to-" In a panic, Pansy switched off the TV, forcing a smile so wide it looked like her mouth would crack into two.

"No more TV!" Pansy said airily, laughing nervously and throwing the remote control behind the couch.

Y/N's eyes were wide when she looked at Draco, who looked just as confused as she was when she woke up that morning. Draco smiled at her softly with kind eyes. Then, a thought occurred to her. Did he even know what was going on? Surely if he did, he wouldn't be acting so sweet to her.

Y/N cleared her dry throat, realizing that she'd rather tell Draco herself than have the paparazzi say it to him like they always did when gossip about her spread. She looked at Daphne with a scared look, and Pansy nodded, both knowing what she was about to ask.

"Draco, do you know exactly why the paparazzi are going crazy today?" Y/N asked, twiddling with her thumbs and looking down at her laps worriedly.

"Not really, no. Although I imagine it has something to do with me." Draco smiled. "There were paparazzi at my door, too."

"Heh." Y/N half-laughed, trying to smile, but it ended up looking like a weird frown. "Do you have your phone with you?" Y/N asked Draco, every once in a while, looking to Pansy and Daphne for encouragement. Daphne gave her two thumbs up and Pansy, seeing her girlfriend, gave Y/N another two thumbs up, grinning.

"Yes, but it's out of battery." Draco answered. "Mum and Dad are outside in the waiting room since only three guests are allowed in here. They've been worried sick about you. So I've just been updating them and Ricky." He said.

"Pans, do you mind if I borrow your phone so I can show Draco the..." Y/N glanced over at Draco, who looked curious. "thing?" Y/N asked, grabbing her wand from the bedside table and casting an extension charm on the bed.

"No problem." Pansy smiled, pressing in her passcode and handing her phone to Y/N.

"Come sit down." Y/N pat the empty side of the bed next to her, smiling when Draco kicked his shoes off and got under the sheets with her.

Draco smiled at his best friend lovingly and inched closer, throwing his heavy arm around Y/N's shoulder.

Pansy and Daphne sighed, annoyed to themselves, watching the two simper without the other knowing.

"Well, yesterday, I went to the recording studio..." Y/N started, avoiding eye contact.

"Okay." Draco nodded, indicating that he was listening. His brilliant blue eyes stayed trained on Y/N's, even when she looked away.

"And I recorded a few songs." Y/N said, "One was called I Love You, the other was called Spending My Time, Better Off, We Belong Together, and..." Y/N struggled, trying to remember the last song she recorded.

"The Way I Feel Inside, and you missed one called Make You Feel My Love. That one was my favorite, by the way." Daphne said, looking down at her phone, reading from a list from Rita's gossip blog.

"Right." Y/N smiled, ashamed at what she was about to do. "Here they are." Y/N said, pressing play on a low-quality video she found on a channel called "ILoveY/N_321".

Draco smiled, occasionally raising his eyebrows in amazement from a note Y/N sang exceptionally well. When they'd gotten to Make You Feel My Love, a slow piano piece, Draco began looking more confused than amazed. This was a song she had written in college, back when she felt she had a shot with Draco.

"I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

To make you feel my love

To make you feel my love"

Y/N listened, crying at the end, just like she did in the studio version. She felt so hopeless. Draco had had multiple near-death experiences, yet seeing his best friend cry would always hurt a thousand times more. He felt his heart break, knowing he was the one who, all these years with her, was making her feel this way.

"We'll give you two some space." Pansy and Daphne walked out, whispering, "we'll be in the waiting room" to Y/N, wiping tears from her cheeks.

Y/N nodded, wishing they didn't have to leave. Draco sighed, looking at Y/N differently than he was before - he pities me, she thought. "Draco-" Y/N tried, her breathing speeding up until she felt like she couldn't speak. "You make this so hard for me." She said, slightly laughing to herself while shaking her head.

"Well then, let me make it easier." Draco said, pulling her face towards his and giving her the most passionate kiss he had ever given anyone. Tears were still rolling down Y/N's cheeks, making it so that Draco could taste her sadness on the tip of his tongue. "I love you." He muttered in his intake of air, tangling his fingers in her hair.

"I love you, too." Y/N smiled, feeling as light as a feather. In fact, she felt like she was floating. She leaned in for another kiss, and just when she was about to start going for more-

"Just came to check your vitals." The nurse smirked, pushing her way through wired machinery. "Follow my finger." She sighed, moving her finger to the left, and then to the right. Y/N could feel Draco's eyes on her and laughed a bit at how bizarre this whole thing turned out to be. "Your heart rate's sped up a bit, hasn't it?" The nurse asked.

"I suppose it has." Y/N laughed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.

The nurse left them alone shortly after, and Y/N shifted on her side, facing Draco. "What are you going to do about Astoria?" She asked, lightly trailing her fingers from his hand up to his collarbone, watching how eagerly his body responded to hers.

"Well, seeing as she's in the hospital jail..." Pansy and Daphne said, bursting through the door.

"She's in jail?" Y/N asked, shocked. Surely, daddy's money would've gotten her out of this one.

Pansy nodded, smiling at the way Draco was holding Y/N like she was a present. "She hired a hitman on you. That's who the "photographer" was." Pansy said, rolling her eyes. "Merlin, Y/N, you have the luck of a saint. Not even a concussion." Pansy came to sit down next to Y/N on her opposite side, booping her nose and laughing when she scrunched it up cutely. "It's a good thing he had terrible aim and hit that plant Neville got you."

"Shit. He did?" Y/N said in a disappointed tone. "That was a good plant."

The four laughed, and Pansy and Daphne excused themselves again to chat Narcissa and Lucius up.

"Y/N, can you sing me the second-to-last song you showed me, please?" Draco asked, grabbing Y/N's hand and kissing her palm softly.

Y/N said no words and gently guided Draco's head to lay on her chest as she began singing for him.

"Should I try to hide

The way I feel inside

My heart for you?

Would you say that you

Would try to love me too?

In your mind

Could you ever be

Really close to me?

I can tell the way you smile

If I feel that I

Could be certain then

I would say the things I want to say tonight

But 'til I can see

That you'd really care for me

I will dream

That someday you'll be

Really close to me

I can tell the way you smile

If I feel that I

Could be certain then

I would say the things I want to say tonight

But 'til I can see

That you'd really care for me

I'll keep trying to hide

The way I feel inside"

Draco and Y/N woke up, together this time, to a banging coming from downstairs. Y/N quickly kissed Draco good morning and headed downstairs to the foyer where the pounding was coming from.

Y/N opened the door, smiling. "Hey, Ricky." She said, signaling for him to come inside.

"Y/N, please listen to me. I am so sorry. Yes, I leaked the songs, and yes, I screwed up, but please don't fire me, I have a fam-" Ricky was cut off by the sight of a shirtless Draco elegantly coming down the stairs.

"Don't worry about it, Rick." Y/N smiled, laughing as Draco slid his arms around her waist from behind. He set his chin in the crook of her neck and kissed her cheek. "Everything works out in the end."

Ricky's mouth was wide open in shock. "Holy shit."

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