#i think answering this will also answer if your parents were strict growing up

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#random polls #i want to do this experiment #i think answering this will also answer if your parents were strict growing up

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A Safe Way Out

Jonathan Breech x Female Reader (NSFW 18+ only)

Summary: You're a very shy patient at the psychiatric hospital and the newest inpatient part of the therapy group has to be the cutest man you've ever seen, and he takes an interest in you, but he's not quite as innocent as he looks.

Word Count: ~3,384

Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex), loss of virginity/innocent reader, cum squirting, oral (fem receiving), mental illness, past trauma, talk of depression and suicide, some angst, language

Disclaimer: This just fantasy/fiction, I do not own anything from the 2001 Irish film On the Edge starring Cillian Murphy.

Breech, Jonathan.

He was surely the prettiest person you'd ever witnessed admitted to this institution that he could make both men and even women jealous, even though his pajamas were ill-fittingly too short and he had a cocky attitude that didn't go unnoticed by the staff and other patients, but he wasn't a total asshole... at least you hoped.

At the couple of group therapy sessions he attended he was rebellious, giving the always tired (but very patient) Dr. Figure grief through ample sarcasm that made you stifle smirks, but as usual you never spoke much, being selectively mute unless you were forced to answer a question from Dr. Figure. They didn't give any drugs to dope up; the doctor didn't think you nor the small group you were part of needed them, but sometimes you wished they would so you didn't have to participate in these stupid sessions that went in half-spun circles and could just conk out in your room or outside.

You had been submitted here by your estranged parents after a series of concerning events that you had tried to mentally block out, including attempting to take your own life because of bullying and abuse; you were not able to ever acclimate fully to society because of it, which led you to being stuck in this place, mentally spinning wheels while growing more and more wary of the outside world everyday. Jonathan was the opposite; he had a spark of defiance and a fire you didn't have enough oxygen for to nourish for yourself. He clearly didn't think he really belonged here and in a way, you sort of admired him even if he was a bit strange and potentially dangerous... He was certainly an exciting refresher in such a dull, day-to-day drudgery.

One day after walking out of yet another mildly frustrating therapy session, he stepped in front of you in the hall as you were making your way back to your room alone, a curious light in his stunningly blue excuses for eyeballs.

"Hey, you mind if I join ya in your room?" he asked suddenly and you froze, uncertain of how to react. You only ever minimally interacted one-on-one with people you trusted... Fellow patient Nick kept saying Jonathan wasn't to be trusted, but Nick was also kind of a paranoid weirdo that always was listening to his headphones, so what did he know?

Jonathan seemed to sense your hesitation and he grinned, trying to put you at ease or maybe he was just messing with you. Either way, you had to hide your intrigue in case he was pulling your leg.

"Don't look spooked out, I'm just so fucking bored at this place and you're pretty cute, but you never really talk... I just wanna get to know ya better," he explained sincerely, but you still felt wary.

"Can I see your room at least?" he asked innocently and you finally gave him a shy nod, causing him to smile in broad relief that reminded you of the last rays of sunlight splashing upon the cliffs.

He walked along beside you, swinging his arms back and forth a bit as if he was winding himself up, all the way to your room and past an orderly who gave him a suspicious glance, but you gave the man a thumbs up to let him know it was fine. Security here was surprisingly not as strict as one would imagine for a psychiatric hospital and the younger patients tended to sneak out once a week to the city with minimal repercussions. They always came back anyway.

You reached your designated room and opened the door slowly, and Jonathan strolled in after you, sighing loudly.

"Oh, would'ja look at that - they gave you the fanciest room they've got," he commented sarcastically as you sat down on the small bed, tucking your knees up to your chest and he stood, surveying you and scene for a second and then joining to sit, copying your posture. He fiddled with his slippers for a minute and then turned to you curiously.

"So lemme get this right: You only talk when or if you have ta?"

"Yeah," you mumbled and he nodded sagely.

"That's an interesting way to deal with people. Don't blame ya, lot of wanks out there not worth being spoken to. What's your name - I mean, I know it from the meeting, but can you say it?" he asked, however unlike any doctor, it wasn't clinical or judgmental. He truly seemed interested and so you whispered your first name aloud to the floor.

"It's a nice name. How old are you?" You could hear the smile in his deep voice.

"T-Twenty two," you responded with a slight stutter, too fluttery to be able to meet his gaze.

"Fuck, that's older than me... I'm nineteen, but you know already know that. You ever been anywhere outside of Dublin?"

You looked away, not answering. If you ever had, you'd been too small to remember.

"How long you've been here?" he asked curiously and you splayed your hand, palm up towards him.

"Five weeks or five years?"

"Years," you whispered and he was silent for a few minutes, picking at the hem of his baby blue pajama pants.

"So much for the road to recovery, eh?" he scoffed and you just shrugged.

He put his legs down, feet flat on the floor and crossing his arms tight to his chest, wearing that oversized silly orange patterned sweater of his. He sniffed and bit his lip, glancing up at the bare ceiling as if he would find the answers to existence there.

"Something happened to you, I know. Shit, something happened to us all here. It's okay if you don't wanna or can't talk 'bout it. But I can't figure out if you have the same thoughts me and the others have? You know, what the doc locks us up for... suicidal? Like there's no fucking point to this blip of existence? And they think we're nuts, but we just seein' the truth."

You slowly pulled up your sleeve, exposing the faint scars etched into your left wrist, remnants of cutting attempts to escape life before you had been dumped off in this place indefinitely. You had never tried it since and were now an adult and could seek the means to leave if you truly wanted to, but there was nothing out there in the world for you.

"See this pinky finger?" Jonathan asked suddenly, poking up his baby finger and you nodded, interested.

"I was just trying to get rid of what was left of me old Da and the damn car didn't do the job right. Could've broken neck but all I broke was me baby finger. Least you've got the scars there to prove survivin'." He sighed heavily, almost disappointed, and you spoke the first sentence you had in days, your voice hushed from disuse.

"Why do ya wanna die?"

He blinked, giving you a meaningful glance and his full lips stretched into a tight ironic smile.

"I don't want to die; I don't want to be alive. I'm just a fucking living ghost, we all are... Doesn't that realization scare the wits outta ya?"

He looked away at the wall, blinking as the drippy tears escaped and his mouth quivered in quiet anguish, his dewy face scrunching up. You reached over and touched his cheek, catching a tear rolling down his smooth pallid skin and wiping it off tenderly. He sniffled, embarrassed, and gently took your wrist and whispered emphatically.

"I like you, Y/N. You don't freak out or talk down to me or bitch about your own problems. You're unique, but I'm thinking ya too cute to be truly crazy."

"Cute?" you repeated and he grinned at hearing your high breathy voice.

"Don't be so afraid to talk, you got a pretty voice. Bet nobody be calling ya cute in a long time, right?"

You shrugged sheepishly and he tilted your chin up with his fingers, tracing the outline of your face fondly and you blushed, not used to being touched by anyone like that. It was... comforting, a feeling you had been very numb to for some time. His pinkish lips parted and he tilted his head slightly, mouth gaping in anticipation for a kiss but you froze, unsure and not wanting to take the lead.

"I want a kiss," he murmured and the way he said it made you draw closer, trusting the process. He closed his eyes and blindly groped your lips, sucking, and then his tongue dove in with a surprising force, swirling around your mouth and he gripped the sides of your head in a vice, cutting off any resistance... Not that you were repulsed in any way once the initial shock wore off.

He broke away after several seconds, gasping and licking his lips hungrily.

"Mm, didja like that?"

Your cheeks became pink and he glanced over your head at the windowpanes being pattered with a steady rain and it was growing dimmer outside, evening approaching with a cloaking storm, and it reflected in the dull colors of the room that was becoming muted of natural light.

"Can I show you something?" he asked huskily, shifting on the bed restlessly.

You ducked your chin in affirmative, heart fluttering in uncertainty as he reached to yank his sweater and pajama shirt over his head, leaving him with a bare chest. You stared, fascinated in his anatomy; it had been so long since you'd seen anyone without some clothing on. He grinned, pointing awkwardly to your own chest.

"So, uh, now this... this'll be the part where you remove your garment," he instructed and cautiously, you unbuttoned your pj's and you never wore a bra, so soon he was facing your naked breasts with your nipples hardening from the airy exposure.

"Really cute," he breathed, gently putting a finger to your right nipple and pressing lightly, stroking around the center and then drawing a line to the other breast, doing the same to that one and you shivered, feeling a strange pull in your stomach that was borderline butterflies. He leaned back, bouncing up slightly on the bed and kicking his slippers off to the floor.

"But hold on, there's more to see," he said with a verging mischievous excitement. You'd never seen him look so genuinely joyful and as he tugged down his pj bottoms, you blinked, faced with a protruding bugle in his white underwear.

After a beat, he removed his boxers, springing forth a stiff appendage that you'd never in the flesh on a man, well, in its erect state at least.

"Want to touch it? It doesn't bite," Jonathan joked with a lazy grin and you cautiously extended a hand and put your fingers on the glistening tip. It was definitely moist and firmly solid, and he shuddered through a breath of arousal.

"Wet," you observed and he laughed, scooting closer so his penis was resting in your hands.

"I like it when you touch me there, don't stop," he begged and you felt him up, amused at his reaction.

He twitched in your palms as you ran careful fingers up his fleshy length and to his balls, lightly petting the coarse dark hair nesting around them, and he shivered pleasurably, resisting the urge to already ejaculate.

"Feelin' good?" you asked fondly, seeing his mouth agape and eyes nearly rolling back.

"Too fuckin' good, need to stop before I cum too quick. Wanna enjoy this... Lemme have at that pussy of yours now instead of using me dick, m'kay?"

You could tell it wasn't a question, but you weren't sure what he meant entirely. You eased off his genitalia, cock dripping slightly, and sat back, waiting for him to elaborate.

"Here," Jonathan murmured and his hands went to your waist, teasing down the waistband of your pj's and pushing the pants down your legs, letting you wiggle out and kick them to the floor, along with your slippers. He stared for a full ten seconds at your womanhood, biting his lip and swirling his tongue around his mouth, before he bent down and spread your legs apart. You tried to ask him what was going to happen, but he dove in already, tongue flicking at your delicate folds with attempted precision. You gasped audibly at the new sensation and he clamped hands down on your thighs, clinging on as he maneuvered his thick tongue faster and you grabbed at a fistful of his hair, shaking from the unfamiliarity and equal anticipation as your body seemed to take control of natural instincts and budding arousal grew stronger.

He just wanted to warm you up though, and he withdrew his tongue soon, lips glistening with a tiny smear of discharge. Your bare chest rose and fell in rhythm as he surveyed the fresh terrain, just aching for more. You very well might be a complete virgin and that prospect tantalized him yet also privately frightened him of messing up. Of course he'd been with girls before, but they weren't this sheltered and sweet. He may corrupt you and alter the course of this extremely new friendship, which in his mind was always meant to become more of a relationship; the moment he saw you he knew he needed to get in your pants.

"Eh, give it a go," Jonathan told himself forcibly and his finger jerked onto your entrance, worming in needily and making you squeak in surprise. He shushed you, zipping his lips with his free hand, giving you a clear message that it wasn't wise to make unusual noises. Even though it wasn't like there was cameras in the rooms, one couldn't be too careful. If Dr. Figure found out his newest unstable patient, the same one that pledged not to kill himself before New Year's Eve, was somewhat taking advantage of a virgin he just met in her own room, the doc would be most displeased.

Nevertheless, whimpers escaped from your throat as he pressed further to your clit and moved another finger to join the first, uncomfortably stretching into your walls. Despite the stinging pain, you felt an decent amount of wetness pooling from your vagina, almost like peeing, and clenched reflexively, hitting his knuckles.

"Oh, I'm thinking it's ready," he whispered impatiently, wriggling his digits away with a squelch and wiping your light drizzle of cum on his cock.

Before you could react, he adjusted position and slid on top of you, pressing his body down onto your bare one and rubbing his full cock in-between your thighs.

You gasped when he began to shove in rather roughly, squirming into your tight unbroken hole and you looked up at his face, watching his hair askew slightly and you noticed a scar above his eyebrow you hadn't noticed before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, afraid to get pinned underneath him, and tried to buck and roll with the motion, but it was getting painful.

"Hurts," you whimpered into his ear as he thrusted further.

"Not gonna hurt in a minute, baby," he whispered, too in heat to stop and consider much else and he clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle any more alarming noises.

"C-Can't go-go all the way in," he panted, his skin slapping yours and rocking the whole small bed.

Sure enough, the pain became more bearable though the more he worked you and pleasure eventually overturned it altogether, the bursting bloom of an orgasm that was very likely the best feeling that had ever happened to you. You sank your mouth on his shoulder to stifle a cry, careful to not bite too deeply, and then mewled into his neck, panting heavily along with him and digging your fingers into his brown scrubby sideburns and floppy hair.

"Mm, fuc-fucking good, ya likin' it, eh?" Jonathan choked out in a whisper and you couldn't respond, too taken by this incredible euphoria and the way his cock flexed inside close at your cervix. You weren't sure how long he could stay in without it becoming too uncomfortable, but he lifted up slightly, grunting softly at his own arousal and effort.

He pulled out just in time, finishing outside by squirting hot ropes of milky cum all over your vagina, stomach, and legs. The bedsheets took a few splatters as well and he heaved in relief as you laid there, utterly stunned at his sexual performance. You had squirted a little bit too and it had intermixed with his juices that you couldn't tell which was from whom. It was so intimate and gross and a big part of you absolutely loved it, having never been in such a situation before... It was exciting and playful.

He swiped two fingers through the fluids and spread it on your thighs further, encouraging you to feel it as well and you giggled at him taking your own fingers and guiding them up to his face, dotting his chin with cum.

Jonathan then sat back on his haunches and admired you, catching his breath and listening to the steady patter of rain. You rolled over onto your side and your eyes widened at a couple spots of blood on the sheets and he looked down in causal observance.

"Ah, that'd be normal, don't worry," he assured with a chuckle.

"Though, uh, maybe we'd better try to hide it case they come collect the sheets tomorrow," he realized on second thought.

"I say I been bleeding, on my cycle," you offered as an explanation.

"Yeah, that'd be good cover," he agreed and climbed off, picking up his clothing and shimmying back into the pajamas and sweater.

"Look, I'll get us some towels or somethin' from the bathroom," he said, walking quietly to the door and opening it with a peering glance out, but the coast was clear. Most patients should be in their rooms by now anyhow.

You relaxed in a post-orgasmic trance while he was gone, listening to the dripping weather outside and wondering how you'd be able to be normal around him tomorrow.

The door squeaked open softly a couple minutes later and Jonathan came back inside with a bundle of torn sheets of toilet paper clutched in his hand.

"Couldn't get towels, so I took some shit paper that'll have ta do instead," he announced with dry amusement and he used it to wipe you clean of the wet mess and you thanked him quietly, grateful to be dry again for it had become rather cold and tingly on your skin. You automatically flinched a fraction when he wiped at your folds, as you were raw and sore, but he was fairly gentle. When he finished, Jonathan moved in very close as if for a kiss, but only whispered near to your ear, tickling your earlobe with his warm breath.

"Don't tell anyone about what we did... just a little secret, m'kay? Though I guess you wouldn't be blabbin' to anyone else anyway," he chuckled darkly, but it wasn't mean.

"Maybe we can see each other again?" he proposed as he balled up the soiled toilet paper and retreated back towards the door.

"Okay, Jonathan," you whispered in reply and he flushed at the sound of his name on your lips.

"I think you'll be my new therapy, better than anything that wanker of a Freud psychiatrist can offer." He paused, shuffling his feet and then glanced up daringly, determination in his blue orbs.

"We'll find a way out soon, a safe way out, me and you and Rachel and Toby... and I'll show you how to have a good time at the pub, eh? Like the sound of that?"

You only smiled as he turned to exit, but then abruptly paused and bit his lip as he looked back at you with a yearning, like what the two of you had just done still wasn't enough.

"Abair do phaidreacha agus codhladh sámh," he spoke in Gaelic and you translated back softly with a meaningful smile.

"Say your prayers and sleep well."

With a dip of his head and smug, yet almost childlike smile, Jonathan ducked out the door and was gone for the night.

#jonathan breech #on the edge #on the edge 2001 #jonathan breech x reader #cillian murphy #jonathan breech smut #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x fem!reader #young cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfic #on the edge movie #irish film #fictional psychiatric hospital #don't like don't read #my writing #winnie's writing

[koiiiiijiii]

finishing ur requests? uum no. another idea nobody asked about? yes pls💯💯

wooin x sis!reader (platonic)

author’s note : after last chapter i had this headcanon in my head. i suspect that wooin grew up in toxic household where his parents make him study, locking him up in his room, but boy probably was dreaming about just be free, and once left home. i also suspect his family probably has the same wealth as minu, but his parents way more toxic and controlling. but when he left home he left his part there, the part of his soul.

honesty 1000% in love how some ppl just ignored my closed inbox and keep sent requests🤣🤍🫵🏻 seriously guys, the best!! i will answer all requests, almost all is in process(i mean at least 20-40% already done) but now enjoying my time at home😌💌🔒

warnings : no(?) lil fluff, lil angst, nothing hardcore, prob grammar mistakes(not proofed as all my writings)

༘⋆ wooin is older sibling 100%

༘⋆ when his parents told him he will have a sister, when he was 3 or 4 he was jealous, and whole 9 months he waited for someone who will ruin his life

༘⋆ but instead, when your father brought you and your mum to home from hospital, wooin was confused

༘⋆ he only saw a small girl, no one who could harm him in any way

༘⋆ your first ever smile was for him, or because of him by the way!! and he blushed so so much when your small hand clung to his index finger

༘⋆ so he built a soft spot for you in his heart in two years, because first years you’ve been crying, screaming and sobbing mess, well like all toddlers, while wooin was saying that he was too old to babysit you (bro was like 5-6 years old and crying himself to sleep bc didn’t understand how 10*10 equals 100 and 11*11 didn’t equal 111)

༘⋆ btw you were always silent when he was babysitting you. he chuckled each time when you looked at him with wide open eyes

༘⋆ through his childhood your parents were extremely strict with him, so he partly grateful to you for the fact that you took some attention on yourself and gave him the opportunity to be free from his studies and lectures from your parents for a while

༘⋆ but each year atmosphere in your home becomes more toxic, and when you grow up a little you could remember how wooin was locked in his room to study better, because he didn’t have acceptable marks

༘⋆ but you would always sneak in his room late at night, with your saved from the morning sweets and share some with him

༘⋆ you both favorite was lollipops with lemon favors tho!!

༘⋆ when you were about 13 years old, wooin left the house, he was 17

༘⋆ no need to say that your parents were furious. especially your father. in korea it’s common that son is inherits family business or work, so it’s always been a big scandal over his marks, behavior and look

༘⋆ so when he left, for you it meant that all the attention and rigor of your parents were transferred to you

༘⋆ atter the first couple of months of your brother's absence, he found the strength to meet with you

༘⋆ wooin knew perfectly that parents rage will reflect on you, and honestly he were scared - that you will hate him

༘⋆ when he met you near your school, he froze for few seconds and then hugged you so tight that you thought he was about to break your ribs (you returned him that favor)

༘⋆ you two always were close, wooin was your freshness in a house full of stuffy, stagnant air, while you was his little sunshine of hope and happiness in his dark, locked room

༘⋆ you didn’t have a lot of time after your school, so you just hugged tightly and exchanged phone numbers, so you could stay in touch

༘⋆ few days after you find the way to sneak out of the house to meet with your brother you spend few hours on a bench talking and listening to each other

༘⋆ - how are the relatives? on a scale of one to fucked up, how angry were they?

- fucked up in a cube, you know our dad, he wasn't just furious, from the screams from their room, i think he literally lost his temper

༘⋆ wooin just chuckled sadly and rubbed his neck with the palm of his hand

༘⋆ as the years passed, your nightly meetings continued. sometimes he would catch you after school or another after-school club where your parents had put you

༘⋆ wooin offered you to run away to him several times. by your senior year in school, he was self-supporting, and he even had some white-haired giant working for him, constantly pining after him

༘⋆ somehow you refused, deciding to finish school first and then he promised to help you with either work or university, depends on what you will choose

༘⋆ yes, guys from sabbath know you

༘⋆ yes, heyok once caught you two hugging

*wooin pressed his lips on top of your head, tightly shutting his eyes, frowning a little, he didn’t know when he will see you again, because he knew, in exam session parents won’t let you have a free second*

༘⋆ in first place heyok though you two dating, but then joker explained him how things actually going(my headcanon that they gossip girls, frfr)

༘⋆ since you hanged out with wooin you caught your brother’s manners of jokes

༘⋆ “hey, big bro, does that new red haired guy in your team have a girlfri..”

“don’t you even dare to finish this sentence” he exclaimed indignantly. no way his precious little sis will deal with that motherfucker.

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣] #x reader #windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker x reader #headcanon #webtoon #windbreaker headcanon #wooin #wooin x reader #wooin windbreaker #sabbath crew #wooin sabbath #imagine #joker windbreaker #sabbath windbreaker

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In your opinion what do the in laws aka Alastor's mom, and even Vox's family think in various aus they are af?

Dadstaticradio they found out their sons adopt the literal princess of hell and are engaged

Secretly Married they find out THEY'RE FUCKING MARRIED?! WHERE IS OUR INVITE?!

DomesticStaticradio has a BIOLOGICAL child, an adopted child, a pet shark dog, and they're also married.

I've never given much thought to Vox's family before ngl, that's why it took me so long to answer I was thinking that over

The way I see Alastor's mom she'd be extremely happy for him, especially the domestic because he's managed to find such happiness. It's a mother thing to worry about your child's happiness and wanting their life to turn out well even when you can't guide them anymore. She's a v proud grandmother even if a little confused by the whole royalty part

50/50 on Vox's family, the way I'm thinking of his parents are that they were very strict about him growing up to be successful, financially and socially. Which he is in every AU anyway, don't get me wrong, but they wouldn't have the same kind of reaction as Alastor's mom. Maybe a little impressed that he was able to do both, find happiness in a partner/kids (depending on the verse) and be so successful at the same time (CATCF Vox's family would cry tears of joy, the rich bitch (affectionate) he is)

#ask #domestic au #dadstaticradio au #secretlymarried au

[gingerequinoxe]

Cigarette Daydreams

This is the first bit I ever publish ! This is a Larissa Weems/fem!reader story, I hope you like it ! A bit angsty, a bit fluffy.

Warnings : none

You used to be a teacher at Nevermore along with Larissa before she was a principal. You had a brief but intense relationship that you ended to go deal with your own issues. Years later, you come back and have to face Larissa again. Things are rocky at first, up until the Rave’n night where you finally discuss your past, and eventually, your future.

Standing in the darkness of a secluded spot in the gardens, you sighed before you leaned on a pillar. Tonight had been one chaotic night. You had made sure that all the students at the Rave’n went back to their rooms, and most of them were now on their way for a midnight shower. Your heart went to the maintenance janitor who would have to scrub all of that red paint out of the white bathrooms. Shaking your head, you dived into your pocket to grab your pack of cigarettes. You tucked one in between your lips and lit it before taking a long drag.

"You know you're not allowed to smoke on school's grounds, even if you're not a student."

You turned around and noticed Larissa standing behind you. Like you, she had changed into other clothes – none of you really had a choice, anyway. She had traded her fancy party dress for a comfortable wool dress. She wasn't wearing any make-up, but still kept her hair in a strict bun. She somehow managed to look even better than she did in your memories.

"Damn," you said, "I hope no one's gonna tell on me. Do you think I'm gonna get in trouble in the principal's office ?"

She snorted and crossed her arms on her chest, taking a few steps towards you.

"I'm sure my silence can be arranged if you share." she sighed.

You frowned and reached in your pocket for your pack, offering her one.

"I didn't know you smoked."

"I don't." she said as she accepted your flame, "Just one if I've been really stressed. And after tonight..." she trailed off.

"Yes." you nodded, "Tonight was a lot. Especially for you."

"At least it was only paint.", she commented, "Not real blood. Which means it won't smell like copper in the Main Hall. But it's going to take ages before we can get rid of all of the stains."

"No one's badly hurt," you reassured her, "and the boys responsible for that little joke have been handed to the local police. They’ll get what they deserve. Everything will be alright."

"Except it won't." she said as she shook her head, "Nothing is going to happen to them. To Jericho's people, it's nothing but a harmless children's prank, and after what happened to the statue on the fountain... I'm afraid the whole town is going to celebrate this humiliation." she took a long drag of her cigarette, "And the parents... I don't know what to tell them. It's supposed to be a safe haven for their children to grow and experience life in its fullest, and tonight I failed to..."

"Hey," you stopped her, placing your hand on her arm, "Stop it. You did not fail anything. Until this last dance, the party was perfection. Everyone was having so much fun. Someone or something's after this place, and that's also why I'm here. You're not alone in this, and I know you wouldn't let anything happen to these children.", you squeezed her arm gently, "And I won't either."

She did not answer immediately. Instead, her blue eyes bore into yours, and you both stood in silence for a moment. You dropped your hand and stuffed your cigarette's butt in your pocket ashtray. You handed it to her and she did the same as you.

"Thank you." she whispered, "It means a lot to me.”

"It's okay. I really mean it. You..." you swallowed with difficulty before you added, in a low voice, "You mean a lot to me, Larissa. You always did. And I mean that, too."

She stiffened a little and turned her head towards the dark gardens. She let out a deep breath before she shook her head :

"It's in the past. But thank you."

"Is it, though ?" you took a step closer to her, "Is this thing we have a thing of the past ?"

She let out a deep breath through her nose and closed her eyes.

"It has to be. For the simple reason that it cannot be any other way."

She turned on her heels and started heading towards the building, but you grabbed her wrist and held her in place.

"We're not done talking, Issa."

"Don't call me that." she hissed.

"Why can't it be any other way ? Why do you have to be so controlling of everything, why do you resist it ?"

"Controlling ?" she tore her wrist out of your grip, "Not everyone can get away from their responsibilities by running away like you did. I have a ton of responsibilities. I have to be stable, for this school, for these kids, and for myself."

You crossed your arms on your chest and bit the inside of your cheeks. That stung, but there was a part of truth there.

"Would you at least listen to me if I tried to explain myself ?" you asked, despair clear in your voice.

"Explain what ? Why you ran away and let me with no answer, no news, for years ? Or are you going to explain why you treated me like the dirt on your shoes days before your disappearance ?"

Even in the dark of the night, you knew her face was slightly red in anger. Her breath was labored, and before you could mutter a word, you saw her turn her back to you.

"Issa !”

“Stop calling me that !” she replied without looking back at you, “I don’t care for your answers or explanations. I needed them years ago. Now they mean nothing. Good night.”

She took a few quick steps before you shouted :

“Larissa ! Come back now. Come back and listen to me." your tone was uncharacteristically firm, "Hear me out on this, just a moment. Let me say my piece, and then I'll do anything you want me to."

She stopped in her tracks, with her fists clenched and her shoulders tense.

"You had years to say your piece."

"I know. If it really doesn't matter to you, you can walk away and never look back to me. I'll just complete my job here, and I'll be on my way."

"Leaving again," she scoffed as she turned to look at you, "how original."

"You don't want me to stay with you, but you don't want me to leave either." you retorted, "What is it that you want ?"

She considered your words for a moment, and for a few seconds you felt like you had a point. She nodded and stared back at you, inviting you to talk. You exhaled a breath that you apparently had been holding before you spoke :

"I'm not proud of what I did. It was reckless, and stupid, and frankly irresponsible and hurtful. I profoundly regret it – I've spent years regretting it. Not that it changes a thing," you said as you felt she wanted to interrupt, "But I still want you to know that. You deserve an apology, and an explanation, even though I should have done it years ago. Truth is, I missed you every single day since the day I left. I was too young, and too lost to even understand what was going on. You were older than me, and you had ambitions, you had a plan for yourself – I did not. All I had was a profound hate for who I was, for being an outcast, and... And even surrounded by my peers, I felt so isolated."

You swallowed few tears and clenched your jaw. Larissa, on the other hand, seemed less angry and more concerned. You ran your hand through your hair and sighed :

"I've fucked us up, I know. You didn't deserve any of what I did to you, and you did not deserve me leaving. You didn't deserve to think it was your fault. You were never lacking, and I'm sorry that I made you feel like you were.", you shook your head and closed your eyes, a few tears finally escaping your eyelids, "But I miss you, Larissa. And I don't think I'll ever stop missing you."

There. It was done. The words were out, and your feelings were laid bare before her. You wiped your cheeks gently and let out yet another sigh. The silence you now shared with her was heavy and uncomfortable, so different from the one you used to share on peaceful nights, full of knowing looks and warm affection. You buried your hands in your pockets as you made your mind ; it was time to go. You had said your piece, after all.

"My whole life, I felt like I wasn't important."

Her voice stopped you in your tracks as you walked past her. You shifted and watched her, with her eyes on the floor, and her hands fidgeting.

"I've always felt second best, inadequate. I'm not saying that because, like everyone here, I'm an outcast. That must have played a part, but there was so much more. I wasn't pretty like other girls. “The stately sequoia tree”, they used to call me. I wasn't... I wasn't Morticia Frump. I was the girl no one remembered existed except before a test, when they didn’t have any notes, the girl people forgot about at the end of classes, the girl who wasn't invited in town. I know it's probably stupid, because it happened so long ago, but in some ways I feel like I haven't changed that much."

She finally turned to watch you, and you noticed tears in her own eyes as well.

"What I'm trying to say is... I did not feel like this with you. When we met, you managed to make me believe I could be someone's first choice for once. That I wasn't going to be tossed away at the first sign of another opportunity. When you left..."

She swallowed the tears for a moment and fought the sobs, her lips visibly trembling.

"When you left, it destroyed this confidence I've been building. It left a hole in me. My whole world crashed down. I was back at square one, and God, I missed you so much too, it hurt me so badly. But despite this, in a way... I've never stopped missing you either."

She took a deep breath and ran her hand into her coiffed white hair before she talked again, her voice barely above a whisper now :

"What's so confusing in all of this is that you're back, and everything is back with you. I tried to hate you at first, tried so hard not to fall back into those feelings I used to have and... Well, as you see, it seems like I've failed again."

You stood there for a moment, taking in her words, the confession she just made. It might have been chilly outside tonight, but right now you felt like your body was on fire, but also it felt rooted in place.

"You're important, Larissa. To me, you mean everything." you finally said.

You heard a shuddering breath leave her lips. She moved to turn her head away, but you were quicker : you took a step towards her and rose a hand to her face, cupping her face gently. Prompting her to look at you, you noticed two tears slipping from her eyes. Wiping them with the pad of your thumbs, you leaned in, drawing her face closer to yours.

"Is this okay ?" you whispered.

After a second, she nodded and closed the distance between your lips. A whimper escaped your throat, and you immediately deepened the kiss, your arms circling her waist to pull her closer, infinitely closer to your body. You felt her own arms wrapping around your neck. When your tongue caressed her bottom lip, it was her turn to groan. The sound almost suprised her, and she immediately pulled back, much to your surprise.

"We can't," she breathed, "please, we can't. Not here."

"The students have all gone to bed. There's no one out there."

"Please, let's just... Just think, for a moment."

You pulled away with a groan, immediately missing the warmth of her breath against your face, and the softness of her lips against yours. She looked at you and smiled :

"Well, at least I'm grateful for the lack of make-up."

You giggled and looked into her eyes in awe, butterflies swirling in your heart and your belly.

"I wanna do this again." you said, "I want it a lot, actually. If you ever feel like you can forgive me and trust me again, I'll be there."

She did not answer immediately, but a light smile adorned her lips. She pushed a piece of hair out of your face and sighed.

"I... Might need a little more convincing before I can say I fully trust you." she leaned in and kissed your lips chastely, "But I am willing to try and do this with you. Because I want you back, too."

#larissa weems #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x fem!reader #wednesday #wednesday tv show #wednesday 2022 #lgbt #lgbtq #lesbian

[justatypicalwizard]

Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 7

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1,1k

18+, minors do not interact

The trip came to an end and you found yourself back at the dorms. After hearing the fight between the Kochou sisters and Shinazugawa, you thought about it a lot. He seemed so hurt back then. You still didn't know the other part of the story, maybe he did some bad things though. Well, you will most likely never know. There was also one more thing that crossed your mind many times. During the fight, Shinazugawa mentioned him being an orphan. That was some deep shit. In your eyes, he only looked more intimidating and somehow powerful. Achieving all that he had, while growing up with no parents and taking care of a brother. Damn, that man must be made out of stone.

All of that came back to you while you were getting dressed for the science fair. It was an annual party that your university held for all of its workers and students, as well as anybody who would be willing to come. They showed the biggest achievements of the previous year, some new projects, student work and so on. You felt like coming because Shinazugawa would be giving a free lecture.

After realising you may have a crush of your professor you felt kinda dumb but at the same time kinda good. It was just so nice, thinking about him, imagining scenarios and talking to him when you met him in the corridor or after lectures. No, you did not plan to hit on him, obviously. Yet, your small crush was not hurting anyone, was it?

✦

You found the class that Shinazugawa was supposed to give his lecture in. It was a big one with many seats and a huge blackboard. There was also a small exhibition with student work, mostly from Shinazugawas classes. Stepping closer to it, you spotted something familiar. It was your research, the additional one that you did some time ago. Reading through the text you reassured that it was, in fact, your piece of work. Looking around you spotted Shinazugawa looking at you. You pointed to the piece of paper, hanging on a board and grinned. He nodded your way with a small smile. The white haired man was just about to stand up from his seat when professor Rengoku came to him.

''What are you looking at, lady?'' You heard an unfamiliar voice behind you.

Turning around, you saw a tall man hovering upon you. He had a very classy suit that had many extravagant details about it. Some crystal looking things, red boots and fancy glasses chains. He had white hair, tied up in a ponytail.

''The work here.'' You spat out, not sure what to do.

''Hmm, I see.'' he hummed, looking at the piece of paper. ''And what's so interesting about it?''

''It's mine actually.'' You answered bluntly.

''Oh wow, how flamboyant.'' What?

Leaning over your shoulder, he took a look at your work.

''So your name is Y/N L/N? Truly pretty, suits a pretty girl like you.'' He grinned.

''Ah... thank you?'' Your voice didn't sound convincing.

''I guess, you're a student here, aren't you?''

''Yes.''

''What a pity, then asking you out for coffee gets slightly more extravagant. Yet, a sweet girl like you makes my doubts go away.'' He flashed you a smile.

''Ah...''

Meanwhile, Rengoku and Shinazugawa talked by the desk.

''See, I told you giving her more time would benefit.'' The blonde felt victorious.

''Yes, yes, you're always true. Now drop it'' Shinazugawa got annoyed.

''Did she come out that bad?''

''Why do you ask?''

''I've heard she was the only student that came to your field trip lecture. You two must have talked.''

''No, she was quite okay. A regular student.''

''Really, because you're glancing at her all the time. Usually, you would sit with your nose in your laptop.'' Rengoku wasn't convinced.

''What are you suggesting?''

''Nothing.'' The blonde waved his hands in front of his friend's angry face. ''Just so you know, it's nothing wrong. She's an adult, you're also one. She'll just have to take different classes, with some other professor.''

''Are you out of your mind?''

''No, I think I'm not.'' Rengoku shrugged. ''So if you're really not interested in her it won't bother you that Tengen is just talking with her, you know, his way.''

Shinazugawas head shot your way instantly, he didn't even think much about it.

''There you go.'' Rengoku sweatdropped.

''Shut up.'' With that, the white haired man stood up and went your way.

''So what do you think? Coffee later, maybe you could tell me something about that research, what motivated you to do it, how do you feel about it?'' The unknown man was still trying to pursue you.

''Tengen, cut the crap.'' Shinazugawas voice ringed in your ear as he reached you.

''Welcome professor.'' You greeted him happily.

''Hello, hello dear Shinazugawa.'' Tengen looked at him with a slick smile. ''How are you today?''

''Very good, I would be even better if I knew you were not hitting on my student, in my class, in front of everyone without any qualms.''

''Oh, okay mister grumpy.'' Tengen laughed. ''I'm just interested in our today's youth.''

''Of course. Miss L/N, don't treat this too seriously, he acts like that with every woman he meets.'' Shinazugawa turned your way.

''No need to worry, I'm sorry Mister Tengen but I was not actually considering your offer.'' You laughed awkwardly.

''Too bad, was this too sudden?'' He didn't drop the topic.

''No, it's just...'' You really wanted to end this part of the conversation and you had to think about something that would shut him for good. ''I'm already interested in someone else.''

''I see, then I must not ruin this, please forgive me.'' He made a funny, shocked look. ''I must leave now for my lecture, sorry to end such an interesting conversation in the middle, we may meet again at the university sometime. Adios.'' The man bowed before you and walked away, with that slick smile still plastered on his face.

Wait, was he a professor here? That was so weird! A professor just hit on you.

''Seriously, don't take it as anything special. He's... just like that all the time.'' Shinazugawa sighed.

''I get it, it was still weird though.'' You let out a small laugh. ''And kinda funny. Anyway, did you want something from me, professor?''

It struck the white haired, he didn't have any business for you. He just saw Tengen doing Tengen things and he didn't feel right knowing you were hit on by someone. Why did he do that? Why did he feel the urge to go and get Tengen off of you? Shit, he was doing weird things.

''Just wanted to tell you about the work that I posted here.'' He came up with an excuse.

''Oh, thank you so much. I appreciate it. It feels great to see that your work actually means something.'' You grinned, happy with yourself.

''That's true.''

Looking at the time, he excused himself and went back to his desk, the lecture was about to start. One thought clouded his mind and he couldn't stop to think about it.

You said that you were interested in someone already. Who was that? 

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#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #college #university #college student #shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi smut

[jfleamont]

Put A Little Love In Your Heart

Here's a little something I wrote to stretch my creative muscles, let me know what you think :)

Word count: 700

Read here on AO3

“But I don't want to have a baby.”

Lily let his words sink in. The man in front of her was still looking at her, his brows furrowed.

She shook her head in an effort to conceal her reaction but it was fruitless.

As soon as James looked in her direction, she snorted and he followed her, doubling over with laughter.

“I don't see how this is funny. Have you been confounded? You must have, if you think I'm responsible enough to be your child's godfather,” Sirius whined.

Lily was the first one to recover. “Shit, Padfoot, I had no idea you'd take this so...” her eyes glowing with mirth.

“You're better than this, Lily...”

Lily grinned, reveling in the way she could rile him up so easily. “... Seriously.”

“Oh, come on!”

James, having finally calmed down, took a step forward and placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder, comforting his friend as well as himself.

“You're not having a baby, Padfoot, we are,” he gestured between him and Lily. “And contrary to what you might think, you don't live here. Oh, I almost forgot,” James winced, and ran a hand through his hair, “we're kicking you out of the guest room.”

“You're welcome to crash on the sofa anytime, though,” Lily offered.

Sirius sighed in mock defeat, and plopped down on the armchair. “Kicked out again, uh. Who are you, my parents?”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Quit being dramatic, Sirius. Being a godfather isn't as terrible as you think.”

He shrugged, but the poorly hidden smile on Sirius' face didn't fool Lily. He leaned back on the armchair, looking rather uninterested, only his quirked brow betraying his curiosity. “Alright, but what does it entail, exactly?”

James opened his mouth but soon realised he didn't have an answer for him. He had never met his godparents, and both Fleamont and Euphemia were only children, too, so that was all he had known. He sat on the sofa opposite Sirius, Lily following him shortly after. Lily, however, had an answer. “I'm not sure, but my godmother gave me lots of presents and brought sweets everytime she visited. I also told her about my first kiss and she was so cool about it! She was the best.”

“So... All I have to do is spoil Bambi? And he'll love me and tell me all his secrets?”

“Told you it wasn't that bad.”

He seemed to ponder her words for a second, then tilted his head and looked at her amusedly. “Seems like you two got the short end of the stick, doesn't it? Have fun being the strict parents while I take him with me on my new bike.”

“You will do nothing of the sort.”

“Ugh, you're already so boring and he's not ever here yet.”

James, who had been silent up until then, cleared his throat and spoke. “There's also something else, but you don't have to worry about that. It's... You'd be his legal guardian so if something were to happen to us, he'd stay with you instead of Petunia.”

Understanding dawned on Sirius, and the two looked at each other. 

You're my brother, you're family. These were the words that James hadn't said aloud, but that Sirius heard anyway. This exchange only lasted a second, and Sirius' somber expression disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced by his signature smirk.

“Well, I'd be more concerned about Vernon rather than Petunia. Imagine growing up with that as your father figure when you can have me!”

Lily chuckled and threw a pillow at him. “Don't be an idiot, we still have time to change our minds. Peter or Remus will be far more grateful, dont you think, James? I'm sure they'll—”

Sirius waved his hand in dismissal. “That won't be necessary, I accept. But I'm still bitter about the guest room, mind you, and I'm going to hold it over your head.”

James nodded, deep in thought. “Hmm. How do you feel about a dog house?”

“Neutral, but I could be persuaded.”

“What if I told you it had pillows and a silk duvet?”

Sirius gasped and brought both of his hands over his mouth. “You know me so well, Prongs.”

#jily #jple #jily fic #james potter #lily evans #jily microfic #this is kinda bad #but I'm posting it anyway because who cares #I don't have the patience nor the time to write something better lol #jfleamont rambles

[pralinesims]

75 for the asks, you pick who, I'm pretty new to them!

TY for sending! OK, I think this is a cool question to answer for all of my OC's that I've posted stuff about yet, so I'm gonna do it hehe.

How did the family that raised your character influence them?

Emilio: Good! His mother was a bit strict, his father too lax, but this particular combination managed to influence him to become a kind person with strong values. The (mostly good spirited) rivalries with his siblings made him tougher.

Vale: Both of his parents were very controlling, and thus he tried to break free from them from a pretty early age on. Disappoints them regularly cause they dislike almost every decision he makes, whether unintentional or not. Due to that, he learned to mostly keep to himself only, and also developed some selfish tendencies.

Aaron: Is the only child in a mostly positive household, so he got a bit spoiled. Both his mother and father were slightly overprotective, but he knew they meant well, so he usually wasn't bothered too much by them. But that behaviour also fueled his rebellious thoughts and actions.

Luca: He thankfully turned out to be the complete opposite of everything gruesome that his family embodies, but in turn because of that, he also grew up with pretty severe anger issues and unhealthy coping methods that often are an issue to control for him.

Gina: Her mother is almost a carbon copy of herself, they're really similar in MANY aspects. Both always had a very loving relationship to each other with rare downs. Also because her dad passed away in her childhood, she learned quite fast to treasure the existing people in her life. Developed some attachment issues, in the sense that she can become a bit too clingy.

Sharon: Had no family while growing up, and she also didn't care for any potential parental figures at the orphanage. Having no parents deeply affected her cause she never knew where she belonged to. The ability to form healthy relationships is something she hasn't ever learned, and so, her interactions with people often are quite toxic (both because she has issues with recognizing harmful behaviour from others, or displays it herself regularly).

Maggie: She was brought up quite relaxed, which may have had happened because both of her parents are hippies. They didn't ever scold her, even when it would've been necessary, though that job usually still was fulfilled by her grandparents. Maggie rarely felt like that her homelife was unjust, so I'd say the combination was optimal. She is very much alike to her parents in the sense that she doesn't care what others think, and doesn't rely much on the norms of society.

#my sims #oc facts #emilio #vale #aaron #luca #gina #sharon #maggie

[brook-e-lynns]

OUR LAST NIGHT |FRANKIE MORALES

Summary : your group of friends all lived in a small town with nothing much to do, growing up together means getting in trouble together and with strict parents you all needed a place to wind down which is where you found the trail, field and lake everyone’s safe place and firsts for everything, but your all growing up and have futures to think about.

Warnings: angst, smut car sex, fingering, PinV, riding, unprotected (please wrap it boo boo) separation, mentions of military ,fighting.

Notes: none of the characters are the same age as the movie so the oldest they get is like mid 30’s.

I think I’m gonna do a second part to this because I feel like it was a good place to stop but also feel like it needs more!

Comments likes and reblogs or any type of feedback is greatly appreciated

Based off of this video

Growing up in a small town as a group of teenage kids it was known that you’d all get in trouble, it was definitely inevitable especially with Benny who has the personality of a golden retriever and almost always listened to his intrusive thoughts, Will being the complete opposite of Benny, trying to stay out of trouble and taking every action with a grain of salt thinking of all possible outcomes which he would always announce to the group of friends but he has FOMO, so of course he joins with every stupid thing you guys have ever done. Frankie was the heart of the group, he was the one that took care of everyone and everything, it was something you always loved about him he was caring and sweet, he was a physical touch kind of person though he’d never admit it. And then there’s Santi who was the one with to stupid ideas. All of them were extremely protective over you which got them into more trouble than you’d like to admit.

Everything was perfect even though you never wanted to go home because you’d either be alone or find your dad drunk on the couch, and nothing would change, you took care of your own father then he had ever taken care of you in your life. Your mother spent her time working full time to provide for you and your little brother. Your families were close so having dinners and outings together wasn’t unusual But no matter what you all would always end up on the spot, because it has been there since the beginning.

2006

Sword fights with whatever random sticks you could find Frankie, Santi and Will were sixteen while you and Benny were fifteen but of course that didn’t stop anything. Chasing each other through the long overgrown grass of the yellow dry fields, Benny loved making random sounds with his mouth every time he'd swing his stick around acting as if he was hitting Will. Giggles erupting from everyone and both Benny and Will continued to fight rolling through the grass making it as dramatic as they could. Benny gets “stabbed” by will, Frankie and santi crying out for Benny “ you killed Benjamin what do you have to say for yourself” you say “ tell my mother that I am not sorry” he laughs before Benny stabs him making him fall to the ground. “ This is my revenge story,” Benny shouted. Everyone let out laughs that made your stomachs hurt.

2009

Will and Ben stole plywood from their fathers shed, and possibly one of the dumbest things they could do was sled down the hill with them. They had to make things worse by adding a pile of snow at the bottom which would always end up with someone falling off the wood board and rolling the rest of the way down the hill.

Then of course you guys got the couch which was from will and ben's grandma, one that definitely looked like an old lady had it in her living room with her five cats , light pink with slightly darker pink flowers patterned across the fabric. It would always be something you loved spending late nights with the guys just to watch the sunset or even just sit and talk, someone always had something to say it was mostly ben but that was just because he thinks of crazy things and needs answers, which none of you were qualified to answer.

But there are always the bad days, frankie and his mother had spent most of the after noon fighting over what he's gonna do after graduation which he still had no clue what he wanted she wants him to go to school and become a business man so that someone in his family could be successful but that's not what frankie wanted, but she didn't care what he wanted it was her way or no way. You had lived next to Frankie and his family for quite a while that you knew nothing good was happening. Frankies front door swung open, storming out shortly after his mother right on his tail stopping before she left the front porch. “ Francisco Morales, if you don't get back into this house right now i swear to god” he trudges across his front lawn of his home to his truck parked by the curb. “ what do you think you are doing” she fumes “ i'm doing what i do best ma, disappointing you!” he says back before opening his truck door and pulling away from the curb. Which you knew exactly where he would end up. You sigh and climb back into your car. And pulling back of the driveway of your home head to where you knew where he'd be.

You showed up to the safe place , his truck off away from the trail and parked in the middle of the field you parked on the trail pulling the red blanket out of the back seat of your car. You closed the door before making your way towards the truck in the field, the dry grass crunching under your boots. You finally make it to his truck, the back of it facing the water where his tailgate laid open, him sitting in the bed of the truck head resting against the back window. “ hey, thought i'd find you here” you say softly before climbing in to sit next to him. He let out a quiet sigh before nodding his head as you sit close to him unfolding the blanket to cover both of your laps. “ Is she still trying to get you to go to college?” you ask he's quiet but nods his head, he's nearly on the brink of tears barely able to hold them back. “I'm gonna end up disappointing her anyways” he forces out. You reach for his hand bringing it to your lap before intertwining your finger together, your thumb stroking the back of his hand. “ i dont think thats true” you say though you both know that no matter what he chooses to do she's always going to be disappointed in him about something. You rest your head onto his shoulder, his head turning to kiss your forehead. “ what if you stayed, then you'd be helping your dad with work” you mention “ yeah but my moms response to that is going to be ‘ he can handle himself he's a grown ass man''’' he mimics his mothers words. “I'm just deemed to fail.” he says “ i dont think thats true, but you'll figure it out you always do and if you do decide to go to college i can help you with applying to some schools” you offer knowing that would at least ease his nerves just a little bit more.

You sit in silence for what feels like forever, huddled up against each other, your head against his shoulder with his cheek pressed against the top of your head your hands still locked together “you know that i love you right” he says quietly almost under his breath, his thumb copies yours running against the back of your hand. You nod your head “I love you too” though both of you said it as friends every single word was laced with what you both wanted it to be even though you were both too scared to admit that you wanted it to be more and not have to hide your feelings the way you both do.

You both knew it was getting late but neither of you wanted to let go and Frankie sure as hell didn't want to go back home. But eventually you did, as much as you hated leaving Frankie like this but you knew that you'd also be in trouble if you had stayed.

2010

Things got better until Will enlisted into the military and where Will goes, Ben goes . It didn't take long for Santi to join them in the stupid idea and soon it was going to be just you and Frankie until Frankie asked you to meet him at the trail and you knew nothing good was going to come out of it. Frankie had just turned twenty which meant he had less time to figure out what the hell he's gonna do.

Your car tires threw up the dirt from the trail leaving a track of dust behind it and there Frankie was sitting on the shitty old lady couch that you all grew to love. His arms are resting on his knees, his head hung low before he looks up at you. When your eyes meet your heart sinks to your stomach. His eyes are red and puffy like he’s been crying, his brows are pinched together and you can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek. You pick up your pace dropping to your knees in front of him, you instantly place your hands to hold his face, making him look at you. “Hey what’s going on” you panic, which instantly makes Frankie want to start crying again. “I’m sorry” he apologizes “for what?!” You ask if his eyes are watering nearly spilling over. “I enlisted,” he says quietly like he didn’t want to say it. “I’m going with the rest of them” it’s quiet for a second before you speak again “are you happy?” you're upset but you want them to be happy, you want Frankie to be happy. He softly nods, unsure of himself. “I’d be taken care of, id have housing and a good job” he answers “ but are you happy Frankie” he’s biting the inside of his cheek “ Frankie answer my question please” “ no, but I wouldn’t have to take any more shit from my family and it’s something that my parents wouldn’t be as disappointed about and it’s to late now I leave in two months” and with that your heart breaks because not only are all of the boys leaving you but frankie is leaving too which means your gonna be alone in this shitty town. You slowly nod and you can feel the tears coming to the surface threatening to spill over your water line. “Two months?” your voice finally breaks causing you to breathe in staggered breaths. Frankie nods “ do you know when or if you will come back?” you asked, you needed every answer you could possibly get. He shakes his head as you climb off the ground sitting next to him on the beloved pink old lady couch, you felt like you were surrounded by memories now looking at the things around you, the old wood kitchen chairs that sat next to the couch, the random barrels that you’d make bonfires in the winter with random shit from the trees. When the lake was frozen you’d always play hockey with sticks and chunks of ice, it was every laugh and stupid joke and stupid ideas, every heart break this was the spot, and now you only had two months.

As it started to get late and the colder you got, until you both decided to move to frankies truck to at least have some sort of heating. You sit in the middle of the front bench seat so you could be as close as you could be to him. “ Will you promise me that you'll come back?” you say softly, knowing that you're gonna cry. He turns to kiss your temple before mumbling “i promise” you look up at him just staring at his umber brown eyes before his eyes flick back and forth between your eyes and your lips forming a whole new atmosphere you’d never been in with him, the space between the two of you slowly closing before he reaches his hand to cup your cheek before bringing himself closer to you, Your lips finally touching. It was everything you have ever wanted in this moment, every single feeling you have ever had for him coming to the surface. His hand moves from your cheek to your waist, yours snaked in the hairs at the back of his neck lacing them through his brown curls. He grabs your hip pulling you closer to him until you take full action to climb on top of him, your legs straddling him, his hands readjusting on your hips slowly finding their way up your shirt meeting the warm skin of your back causing you to melt further into him. his lips firmly to yours, eagerly moving them. You cup his cheek. He finally pulls away looking back at you, his state soft and intoxicating, he looks at you both out of breath, your chest heaving and your heart rapidly beating. You can see just in his eyes that he’s asking for permission to move forward. You give him a soft nod letting him continue. He tugs at the hem of your top and you help him to remove your top discarding it to the passenger seat, followed by swiftly unclasping your bra and letting it fall down your arms. He is quick to bring you closer to him, his lips meeting your collar bone causing you to lean your head back letting out a quiet moaning breath. Frankie trailed his hands all over your body, kneading and caressing your flesh You pulled away out of breath “this isn’t fair” you laugh tugging at his shirt. “ I’ll make it even then” he says before crossing his arms to pull his shirt over his head discarding it with yours. “Much better” you laugh before giving him soft short pecks against his lips, before your hands slowly move to the buckle of his belt undoing it, him doing the same, unbuttoning your jeans pulling at your zipper before slipping his hands under the denim pulling it from your body and down your legs, lifting your legs to help him pull them off Adding them to the pile. Left in only your panties Frankie’s hands meet your thighs caressing the soft skin.

You move your hair off your shoulder allowing it to fall on your back. You lift your hips off of Frankie before helping him remove his jeans pulling them down his thighs before you lower yourself back down, your core meeting him. You let out a soft breath at the feeling. “ god I’ve wanted this for years” you sigh allowing you eyes to shut as you lean you forehead against his, your hands cradling the back of his neck “that makes two of us” he laughs reconnecting his lips to yours. he let his fingers tease your thighs, tracing circles on them gently, almost as he’s trying to comfort you. His hand moves to feel you through your underwear, finding the damp fabric there and groaning when your hips bucked up into his touch. Your soft moan made him let out a chuckle and he looked up at your eyes as your hand moved to hold his wrist trying to keep it in the same place not wanting him to move. Every gentle touch makes you whine, his fingers slipped into your underwear, finding the warmth of your center and bringing some of your slick up to rub your clit slowly. pressing his thumb to the small bundle of nerves, your chest heaving as he slipped two fingers inside of you. You break the kiss leaning your head against his, listening to the moans that he’s pulling from you before tilting his head to kiss your forehead his fingers working their magic, curling them inside you and bringing up the speed, your hand grips his wrist following him as he continues to push his digits inside of you. “Frankie” you cry out which encourages him to move his thumb fast against your clit. Butterflies flutter endlessly in the pit of your stomach. “Shit, shit, shit” you moan, rolling your hips into his next pump. “Fra-Frankie.” You whimper, biting down on your lip your entire body reacts when you cum. You stiffen, back arching. Your body slowly relaxes, melting right into him while you let out panting breaths. He lets you breathe for a little before he starts to remove your damp panties. easy to maneuver as he guided the material off your body.

He watched as he pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing up into you, your nails digging into his shoulder, Frankie bottomed out. He stays still in you a moment to let you adjust, before you start to move on top of him, slow at first but quickly picking up the pace. You weren’t going to last long with the way he filled you, clenching around him, his hands on your hips guiding you against him. Frankie swore under his breath Which easily pulled a groan from both of you as he finally reached his high. You whimpered at the feeling of his release filling you, an absolute blissful feeling causing you to do the same. Letting your body relax into his still holding onto you resting your head against his forehead. “ Please don’t leave” you whisper to him “I have to” he replies, his hand on your waist thumb stroking against your stomach. Your hand cradles his face, your thumb rubbing against the stubble of his chin. “promise me you’ll come back” you ask him again needing to solidify his answer, you both sit in silence for a second just looking at each other “ I promise”

***

One month later

“ Benny I swear to god don’t stand up!” You all shout, you're all in the middle of the lake on a small boat shoving the five of you onto it which you're not sure how you haven’t sunk yet but Benny is really testing the capabilities of the boat, leaning side to side trying to tip the boat all of you yelling at him. “ Benny sit down” “that literally rule number one of boats don’t stand up in a boat” “Benny I’m going to push your dumbass into the water”

You cling to Frankie’s arm for dear life. Benny finally sits down evening the weight of the boat “you guys are such buzzkills” he pouts. You were terrified to see them all go not knowing what you’d do if you lost any of them. Once you found out that they were leaving you decided to apply for colleges to take classes for child education, if they were leaving this shit town then so were you, though it worked out both the way you wanted and the way you didn’t want it to.

You had gotten home and stared at the envelope on your bed you family shortly following you, you slowly opened the letter quickly reading the words in a mumble.

“ Y/n Y/l/n , Congratulations! We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted into our University's child education program for the fall 2010 semester. We would love to meet with you on Thursday, May 23rd at 12:00pm.”

Your heart plummeting to your stomach while your family's cheers are slowly fading out as you are struck with the thought that this would be you last night, you no longer had as much time as you wanted all plans slowly slipping through your fingers. “sweetheart this is great-“ your mother encouraged, stopping when she noticed the expression on your face “what’s wrong” she asked her hand touching your arm trying to comfort you. “ I thought I would have more time” you sobbed your letter crumbled in your hands as you broke down. Your mother gave you a nod knowing exactly what you were thinking. You no longer had a month left, you had less than twenty-four hours.

You left your home running to Frankie’s knowing that you wanted more time, you needed more time.

You find your way to the front door making it to the kitchen finding his mother washing fruit in the sink. “ oh hi hun-“ she pauses “what’s wrong?!”

“ Where's Frankie?!” You urge “ he’s in the garage” she says she knew that if you needed him then you needed him no questions asked. You run out the back door towards the open garage, his grease covered shirt covering the muscles of his back. He turns to see who came out of the house your walk slowly picking up pace to a jog before you crash into him wrapping your arms around him tightly. “ hey what’s wrong” he pulls you away holding your face in his hands. Your tear stained cheeks, and red puffy eyes meeting his brown eyes. “ I got accepted” you sob “ that’s great, when do you leave! We should celebrate this weekend!” You shake your head knowing you're about to ruin every plan that he is thinking of. “ Tonight is my last night, I leave in the morning” Frankies face loses all hope, his smile turning to a sad aching expression. “Wow I- um- I’m really happy for you” he says softly, his head drops. You no longer had time, you no longer had room for everything you wanted to do, no longer had a month left, instead you had less then twenty-four hours before you’d leave your family ,your best friends and the love of your life who was also your first.

Frankie pulls you back into a hug, his hand rubbing the small of your back trying to comfort you. Balling up the back of his shirt in your fists. He cradles the back of your head, his lips meeting your hairline.

That was it ,your last night together, spent sitting around the place you knew as your safe haven though it wasn’t the place it was the people, the ones that had been through it all with you. You were now going to be separated for who knows how long. But that was your last night together.

That next morning was rough. You had spent the night packing a bag. Your family was going to pack the rest of your stuff you needed and bring it to you within the week. Though it was a five hour drive, it still wasn’t ideal.

Your car being packed with part of your life in it, you close the trunk, your eyes catching the boys making their way to you, you give them a sad smile in all of your time that you had known each other you had never been separated for more than a week or two but now you’d be going possibly months without each other. “Well this is it” you shrug “I’m proud of you” Will says, earning an elbow to the stomach from Benny “sorry, we’re proud of you” he waves his finger gesturing to everyone. You can feel yourself about to cry, biting the inside of your lip to try and hold it back.

You step to hug each of them after your parents. They each had a different hug but Frankie’s was the hardest to let go. “ Please don’t kill each other, and don’t get killed” you warn them as you're standing at the driver's side, the door open and the engine running.

They all watch your car as you leave, Frankie wanted to chase after you but he knew he couldn’t so he stood in the middle of the road watching as your car slowly got further and further away from him before he could no longer see you. His hands in his hair tightly, almost like a fist. Though he didn’t know it at the time but that was it that was the last time he’d see you for years.

#frankie morales angst #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales #frankie morales fic #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x reader

[balladofthewhitehorse]

1,2,4,5, and 6 for england please <3

Thank you for your ask, Anon! <3 I also like how you’ve got the numerical order of questions…but skipped three, LMAO! But then, I do admit I talk a lot already about Eng and his siblings so I understand.

How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

Wessex, one of the last Saxon kingdoms by the end of the repeated Viking raids - and considered by many to be the kingdom that created what is now England. Historically, it is considered rather influential: Other kingdoms such as Northumbria and East Anglia were subsumed into Wessex, either via diplomacy or warfare, and it was one of the last Saxon kingdoms remaining after repeated Viking invasions, particularly the Great Heathen Army. He is simultaneously someone that England loves dearly, but also resents; Wessex was, in many ways, the echelon of everything that was to be strived for. A charming warrior who knew what to say and what to do, who was well-respected and well-liked. Strength and cunning, charisma and pride. There’s a sense, that England feels, that he was robbed of his destiny to take his father’s place after his death - that it came too soon, and too marred.

England also resents his father for hardly being there, and resents himself even more for mirroring such a behaviour himself. Reclusive and hardly there, England is just as frosty about his emotions as Wessex was - and he has not so readily forgotten his father’s sharpness, but nostalgia has softened his view of his father over time. England isn’t sure if he really remembers him anymore, or if everything he knows is just from the consequence of books and documentaries, statues of Alfred the Great forming features that were once familiar; The fact it was his childhood helps, in part, to make England far more tender.

Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

England doesn’t have a mother; In my lore, Nation beings are kind of just the consequence of identities forming, and just sort of appear. England was plucked from the ground like a mandrake plant, kicking and screaming, and Wessex (as well as the varying Saxon kingdoms, and a few Britonnic ones) are what formed his family. While Wessex is recognised as the father for the most part, there’s no mother because that’s not how Nation families work or how Nation children work in the first place. So uh, yeah, this isn’t a question I can really answer for England in this case, I do apologise.

What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

Growing up, England was always face to face with a strict set of standards that never wavered. Wessex always knew what he had in mind for England and in his perspective, he was only ever preparing England for the future. As such, Wessex rarely gave ear to much of England’s complaints, and was prone to disciplining him for disappearing for hours on end (usually to play with Scotland) or for not listening to what he was being told to do. Wessex wasn’t the most emotionally available figure (surprise, surprise) and naturally, his stance of parenting was characterised mostly by a sort of…aloof guidance, followed by strict tutoring.

Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

Neither. England was protected, yes, but Wessex believed firmly in experience as a teacher and would’ve never restrained England from fucking around and finding out. England would often be allowed to wander freely and for the most part, if he got injured, Wessex would tend towards seeing it as a lesson of sorts for England to learn.

Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

Oh absolutely, England felt both. It was always somewhat unpredictable for him and England could never quite get a grasp on where he stood - perhaps this is, in part at least, why he’s so awkward when it comes to affection, so slow to return what affection is given to him and often quite stubborn to confess his devotion - but terribly devoted when he does. Wessex was guarded until the very end and England still wonders what his father really thought…then there’s the matter of Normandy, a brother of sorts, the only who killed his father and tore him from his family, frosty here and there, an emotional mess at times and one that England regards as an idiot, a fool with too much time on his hands. No, it’s safe to say that he got most of his affection from Scotland, his eldest brother - and it is something that England regrets squandering, though he’d sooner perish than tell his brother that.

#hws england #aph england

[100hearteyes]

I sent you a Submission on season two Kacy would like to sees if you want to enjoy it and make any comments. I love how this series flips so many stereotypes with characters! It's still a very guessable procedure show but the characters are keeping me here for their stuff - it reminds me of early OG NCIS with Ziva in the pack. :)

Hi! This ask is actually useful - helps me answer your submission here. But maybe next time you could just... send a long ask 😅

@shoes--off 's help was instrumental here

Here we go:

I'm keeping this to season two only because I definitely want more seasons (give us at least 10 like the other parts of the franchise please) but I don't want to overload your box with every hope to ever see on the series ha.

Kate Section

1. More Character Interactions

We all love Kacy, but Kate is her own person too so I'd love to see how she gets on with more than just her main three of Lucy, Ernie, and Jane! Does she get along with the boys when it's just them? Is it both or just one?! They could easily do a Kai-Kate surf moment (or them post surfing to not endanger the talent) since we know she's a surfer now. She and Jesse both love "by the book" approaches to start cases so might they bond over that; are they a powerhouse when it comes to tactically executing a case?!

And of course there's the desire to see Kate with the tiny Tennants - for me with Julie especially...is Kate maybe the one who's not scared of Julie and so she'll eat a burger around her? Ha! Would Julie allow it because "Kate is awesome!"? Lucy has the Boone kids, let the Tennants be Kate's kid crew. :)

Yes I so want more team interactions for Kate

2. Personal History

I don't think season 2 is the time to kick off a Noah plot, that's more a S3 or S4 thing to me (either confirm he was killed because of bad Intel handling or say it's because their mom is CIA and he was killed to get at her and the others killed with him were to cover up his target status), but I'd definitely love to see them talk a little more on him given he's death has such an impact on Kate! Is the Kate we see always who she was growing up or did Noah's death alone turn her into the strict "mean Whistler" we saw in season one? What's her relationship like with her parents? Is she a giant nerd (yes) and if so is she into video games or movie nerdom topics? Maybe both! Does she own that condo or is it a rental and now that she's serious with Lucy we see them either moving in together or finding a place of their own? Again she doesn't have to have her own season arc just yet but I would love to see some set up in the next season!

I really want to know more about Kate's backstory too

3. Emotional Expressions

Tori's face makes adorable looks so please to more Kate expressing her emotions; let's see humorous Kate, mean Whistler, sad puppy Kate, plotting agent face Kate...rage so much she breaks office keyboards Kate!

Lucy Section

1. Tiny powerhouse continues

I just love SO much the most bad*ss fighter on the team can only reach most people's waist area, ha. :) Please have Lucy jump over things more writers and stay on people like an angry chihuahua until they're in cuffs!

2. Personal History

We know she's good at poker, enjoys researching fashion, and she use to be on cheer squad but I want to see more on our little parkour field agent. Is Lucy a pie or cake person? Is she distant with all members of her family or just some? Is it because of who she likes (women) or because of other reasons such as she just doesn't want the jobs they do and they think she's acting superior to them?! I feel like given the family business a member of Lucy's family is perfectly set up to either be a suspect in a crime or at least a lead and we see how she handles that. Ooh, what if because of conflict issues Lucy can't question them but Kate can and so she asks Lucy how she wants her to handle it? It's couple stuff while also focusing on Lucy's emotions in the moment! If not part of a one episode story this could be something for season 3 because she's the only one besides Kate whom we haven't seen family for, well and Ernie.

I really really really want to meet Lucy's family

3. Money

They've kind of touched on it some and we know Lucy has money but how does this effect her dynamic with it? Would she think nothing of buying Kate a $1,500 surfboard if hers got broke or lending Jesse $5,000 for something he needs; how would the person on the receiving end feel? Would it depend on how often this behavior happens? It's possible given how much money she has access to Lucy doesn't have to technically work a day in her life so what made her choose NCIS versus being a cheerleading coach or something safer? Money is not all there is to her of course but I just feel money subconsciously or not plays more of a part in Lucy's life than she wants to admit at times.

Kacy Section

I VERY much agree with you in that I want to see Kacy have drama happen to them without them being the drama. It sounds like the show writers are on the same page as well thankfully. Kacy is still going to be involved with drama thing but it won't break them up unless something major gets revealed during writing; they are the romance for the show. :)

1. Job Power Dynamics

As DIA Whistler did have it over them on giving out information or not, but being FBI will we see that change? Are they both equals now given their job titles or is one over the other in the government hierarchy? If so, who and how do they handle that? I feel Lucy would use the whole "but you're my girlfriend" approach more than Kate would as Kate is very into rules and organization for work. So yeah can they work together in the field really? Both times we've seen so far Kate was worried about Lucy being her friend at least so she seemed like a complete novice at her job allowing Lucy to lead during the computer hacker thing and then Lucy let the assassin go in favor of taking care of Kate when she easily could have pursued her. If they're both chasing a suspect and Lucy gets punched and goes down does Kate keep chasing the bad guy to catch them and if so how does Lucy feel about that afterwards? They very much want to explore them as a pair it seems so yeah give us situations which answer "how are you together". Is Lucy understanding? Mad? Both?! And does that show how she's more the emotional one compared to Kate's professional personality where she as a girlfriend feels guilty for it but also Kate as a person is very much "the greater good first"?

Nice questions

2. Jealous Lucy

Give me some suspect or potential victim hitting on Kate/attaching to Kate because they feel hitting on her will get them what they want/they want to date her after they're safe. Or Jane uses Whistler to pull in a suspect because Kate is physically someone's type. Puppy Kate is of course 100% faithful to Lucy and may not even notice the flirting, but Lucy knows what's up and does not approve which equals humor for an episode. Not everything has to show how they handle struggles in the relationship. :)

Give me Katalina

3. Relationship Exemptions

Can we please get a moment where we hear they have discussed job related issues and so Lucy isn't going to call Kate a liar the moment she hides work things from her?! It is both illegal and illogical that Kate would tell Lucy every detail of a job she wants to know just because she's her girlfriend so I want to know that Lucy knows and accepts there times Kate has to lie to her. It's just personal matters where if she keeps things it will be trouble between them. Kate is a character built to do some shady stuff if the situations are right so I don't want them to break up ever just over lies that aren't personal; also Lucy knows Kate is big on protecting information because of what happened with Noah so if she faulted her it would be like Lucy is ignore actively that history and that's not fair because Noah's death was a huge impact on Kate.

4. Letting them be them

Let's grow Kacy as a pair some more before anyone (Ernie) goes asking about proposals or what they'd name their future kids! I'm so tired of shows jumping to marriage and kids the moment a pair gets together instead of just letting them be happy together for a season! You want to talk kids - go harass Kai about the girls he's dating and his future, we don't see men being asked when they're going to have kids so flip that script. You want to talk marriage things - Jesse is married and Jane and Ernie both were; yes Kacy can weigh in at times to tease how they might feel on topics but I don't need to see a full conversation yet on the topic from them (save that for season 5 for when they'll probably be fiancées by then).

Oh yeah no marriage talk in s2 pls

5. Fluff

All the fluff and in various forms please and thank you! :)

Give me Kate showing her "nerdy" side by knowing various video game characters the others might not or swing dancing with Ernie because he needs a partner and Lucy looks on lovingly. Give me them cuddled on a couch discussing the day - you can do a poof sound effect if one has a realization on a season long arc for the drama. Give me piggyback Kacy before Lucy almost chokes Kate via an armbar death grip to avoid water because Kate got too close to the ocean for Lucy's liking during a team beach day!

Non-Kacy requests (because it's needed)...

Can we please see Jesse's wife in season two? I will take a photo on his desk to start! Ha. It would be nice to physically see her at Jane's parties once also but I'll take a photo to start. :) More Jane action scenes because Vanessa kills those especially when moves are involved to have it be cinematic versus just simple punching or kicking. Kai in glasses...I have my reasons...the reason is Alex is hot in them!

#ask #anon #kacy #ncis hawaii

[erigold13261]

I see a trait among your NSR parents which are, 1. Irredeemable even with chances. 2. Redeemable with outside intervention. 3. No need for redeeming. Which parents can be sorted into which categories?

Doesn't those three categories encompass all parents? lol

But sure! I'll try and give answers for parents I have! Though some will be vague or will change in the future as I don't have everyone fleshed out entirely.

Also, these are kinda subjective obviously, because some people would see an action as irredeemable while someone else might see how a person grew and said they were redeemed (mainly looking at Martha when saying this).

1). So first off is irredeemable parents even if given chances:

I would say that the only one I can truly think of would be Matvey right now. Though I guess Tila and Sofa's parents can go in this category because they are people who will outright refuse to change on their beliefs at all.

Oh yeah, Joust's parents, or at the very least his father, would also be in this category. Maybe Rei's parents too, I don't think they were okay with him being trans and probably kicked him out, but at least they were never abusive to him.

2). Redeemable with outside intervention (Or have already changed):

Obviously this on goes to Neon's parents right off the bat. They were horrible but once they lost their first son they wanted to change and later actually took the actions to change.

Neon J himself would also be in this list, as he has done some shitty things as a parent (both when he was with Martha and later with 1010), but has taken the steps to be a better parent. Martha is here too as she has grown from the person she was when Aria and 1010 were young. She isn't fully redeemed, and Purl would see her as irredeemable, but she is a better person.

Dodo's parents along with Remi and Eve's father would be here (maybe Remi's mom too). These parents were all pretty bad at some point, or were thinking of doing some awful stuff to their kids and decided not to do/continue those actions. They have learned and tried to grow from their past actions and make up for anything they may have done or tried to do.

Mama is in the category, kinda. She has done some pretty messed up stuff to Yinu, but to her it was truly out of love, like Sofa's parents thought they were doing. The difference though is Mama ended up realizing she was hurting her kid and decided to change how she acted. Sofa's parents deny their actions and actually double down.

Finally, I think Quida and Elivy's parents might be in this category? I'm not sure though. I am torn between the parents being actually good but strict and Quida and Elivy just being unappreciative or actually hateful to their parents for no reason, or having them be controlling and Quida and Elivy having reasons to push away from them. I am leaning more towards them being controlling though.

3). Parents who don't need to be redeemed:

DJSS, Papa, Mama, Cyril, Asa, Martha, and Myster Man all had perfectly fine parents (not perfect but did their best for their kids).

Tatiana, West, and Zuke's moms were great people too (Zuke and West lost their father young but he was a pretty good guy).

As parents, Quida and Elivy are fine. Elivy does the best for his kid he adopted with his husband. Quida, though she was very young when she had her kid, she did her best. Once her kid grew up and had a child she died though, so Quida is also a grandparent raising a kid. She is a better grandparent but that's just because no one is perfect raising their first kid.

And finally Mayday's parents. There is no way to really tell if there would have been good or bad parents. For the time they were alive they were doing pretty good.

I think that's everyone, or at least the ones I can think of! I haven't thought of many NPC's parents so things like Yiruk or Celine's parents are unknown to me right now.

#nsr #eritalks #noart #asks #i probably missed someone #oh well

[astrumocs]

slides in,

every odd ask not answered for julius pls, <3

1. Talk about your muse’s birth. Was it usual or complicated? Where were they born? Who was there when they were born?

Fairly standard stuff, he was born in some caverns like any other troll. He was actually gonna be put on the chopping block for his mutant status and difficult-to-trace lineage, but his lusus poofed in and snagged him before he could be unalived.

3. What were they like as a baby? How much did they cry?

Not necessarily a cry baby, but was always easily startled which then could cause him to cry, at least when he was a grub/toddler.

5. When did they start walking?

On two legs? probably pretty quickly once he had them, he was always pretty determined. His wings also probably helped him a touch when he was smaller.

7. Did they ever use a pacifier? If so, when did they stop using it? Did they give it up willingly or did it have to be taken?

I don't think so tbh? Never was much for biting or teething on anything either really.

11. What kind of activities did they like to do? Did they ever play pretend?

Jules probably doodled and read a lot, really just classic 'shy weird kid' stuff in general. He was also really into astrology and space stuff, too. used to make star charts in his observatory. Defo played pretend, most likely with his lusus, Basili.

13. What kinds of foods did they eat as a kid?

Jewel was never a very adventurous eater and bagels and croissants have always been something he enjoyed. His lusus being the way it is also taught him how to make a lot of Italian pasta dishes, so noodles were a frequent thing for him.

15. Did they have nightmares as a kid? What were they about? How did they get back to sleep?

Sometimes yeah, but I wouldn't say any more or less than other kids. He frequently has violent nightmares and also the kinds where you're being chased but suddenly you've never run a moment in your life.

If he got/gets awoken by a nightmare he wouldn't be going back to sleep, he would just wake up and try to calm/distract himself from the anxiety they give.

17. What kinds of toys did they like?

When he was old enough to he probably liked playing board games with his lusus and he liked puzzles too for sure. Jules also used to have a beanie baby butterfly (and still does, somewhere).

19. What kind of discipline were they subjected to? Was it lenient or strict?

Basili, his lusus, raised Jules ancestor and seeing how Reshaper turned out he felt he'd been too lax and so tried to find a happy middle ground with Jules. He grew up with more of a scheduled upbringing as a result and things tended to have a more serious approach-- not that he was without lax days and fun ofc, it's just notably different from Reshaper.

21. What was their favorite childhood memory? Their least favorite?

Favorite would probably be when he finished his first really big puzzle and his lusus was so proud of him that he asked to keep it.

And Least Fav would likely be the first time he went out without his lusus, it was extremely nerve wracking for him and he refused to go anywhere alone for a while after that lol,

23. What was their relationship like with their parents? How different is it from currently?

It was pretty good overall, Juli was a well behaved kid for the most part and practiced his magic and with his wings when he was very little. Although he never really took to the mischievous or carefree attitudes that his lusus somewhat tried to impart in him. Jules never had any relationship with his ancestor though. Presently he values Basili's opinion on things, but not more than his own. At the end of the day though he knows his lusus is a capricious Fae who doesn't value his science as much as it does magic.

25. Did they have any pets growing up?

He used to raise caterpillars into butterflies sometimes when he was young, but otherwise nah.

27. Did they have any caretakers besides their parents?

Nah, like I said before he never knew his ancestor and didn't go out enough to meet anyone else who'd wanna take care of him or anything. Just him and the ol' lusus.

29. What was their first major loss?

Loss in the traditional sense of death? The only thing that might apply is the first butterfly he successfully raised to adulthood. He was pretty heartbroken when it died bc he didn't really understand why it happened. If you mean like.. in general, probably the day he realized his wings were never gonna come in properly. He genuinely grieved the loss very deeply at the time, bc of the immense value his lusus had attributed to them.

31. Did your muse have any nicknames as a child? If so, what were they? Did they give nicknames to others?

Juli was his most common nickname when he was little and/or being teased. His lusus called him 'Little Fae' sometimes too, but that nickname got dropped after he uhhh failed to fill those shoes, so to speak.

When he was very little maybe, but he's always called things by full names or whatever they asked to be called.

#There were a lot so most of them are going under the Read More #about julius #quiescent trolls #childhood meme #Lots a good info smattered around in here imo #thank u i do love thinking about jewels

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2 for Nova and Orianna + 3, 4, 7, 8, 17, 19 and 25 for anyone from the younger generation (sorry that's a lot questions!)

Hi! Thanks for the ask!

Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

Nova: My best friend is Adrasteia! She's the absolute coolest--we met the first day I came to court. She's terrifying, but in an awesome way--she once pulled a dagger when a remala ambassador insulted Julia. And she moved here from Bellamagna--so she's got far less preconceived notions about magic. From what she tells me, they actually like it over there. I haven't told her yet, but I'm thinking about it!

Orianna: My best friend is (was?) Cloelia. She's just the sweetest, most fun person ever. We had so much fun in the house before....before. She may be human sunshine, but don't be fooled--she's kind of a badass. Whenever I discovered a new, fucked up use of magic that I knew Nova and Zia Cinzia would never approve of, she was the first one I'd show. But the best days were when all four of us were getting in trouble together--me, Nova, Cloe, and Otto. (At this point she's probably crying a little)

What is your favorite childhood memory?

Ottavio: The day Zio Attilio came home with Nova and Cloe. I love my parents, but growing up the only kid in a secluded house was getting a bit boring. I got an older and a younger sister in the same day! And one of them had magical powers? Oh, the amount of times me and Nova almost destroyed the house, or got her caught. Which, I guess I kinda did anyway, so.....

What is your least favorite childhood memory?

Adrasteia: The day my family was killed. I just...knew the invaders were coming after Bellamagnan nobles, and somehow didn't think they'd target us? I left the house, knowing there could be danger, and I came back and... I could have done something, if I'd gotten back a few minutes earlier, if I hadn't gone out right that minute.

Who do you look up to?

Livia: I look up to Zio Niccolo! He was such a great role model when I was a kid--he taught me the best ways to end conflict without violence. He's also a great person to talk to about personal stuff, because he's seen it all--war, betrayal, ugly breakups.

Julia: Zio Giuseppe!! My parents couldn't have picked me a better padrino! He's one of the only people in our family who doesn't seem to have an agenda. I love my family, but sometimes I feel like I can't keep up with them--they're all just so smart.

What do you think had the biggest impact on you growing up?

Saturnino: Being raised in a world of strict, rigid expectations. Even now that I don't really believe in it all anymore, I still have the deep-seated need to do things by a schedule. I still get up a five in the morning, and I blame my upbringing for that (Ottavio had the opposite environment growing up. He sleeps in until nine or ten, and it looks so peaceful--I'm very, very jealous)

What makes you laugh?

Ottavio: Whenever someone fucks up worse than me. It just fills me with so much happiness I can't help but laugh.

Nova: When an anti-magic bigot gets taught a very public lesson.

Cloelia: When I foil my enemies' plans and they're miserable.

Saturnino: I like a good limerick, you guys are fucking horrifying.

What makes you sad?

Livia: Whenever I hear stories about how good the world used to be. Just, the fact that our country had such a great era and somehow, we blew it so bad that this is where we are now...it just scares me.

Cloelia: Thinking about my old home. I'm planning an escape from Grimaldo's prison of a house, and if I ever see Ottavio fucking Volta again it's. on. sight.

Freebie!  Come up with your own question for the character to answer!

What's your favorite family story?

Nova: I love the story of the time my dad and Zia Cinzia used their combined powers of magic and a remala last name to infiltrate an enemy base. Awesome.

Livia: I feel bad about this one, but the story of how Zio Enrico managed to bring a whole regime down by one drunken slip of the tongue is peak comedy. I'd never laugh about it in front of him, but I just cannot fathom how anyone could do that.

#oc asks #ch: novellia de rege #ch: orianna di napoli #ch: adrasteia falco #ch: livia corvi #ch: julia corvi #ch: cloelia de rege #ch: ottavio volta #ch: saturnino d’ovidio

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How did MM and David react when they found out about Emma and Regina's relationship? Did they worry about the 12-year age gap considering that Emma was what, 20? and Regina was 32 when they started dating? I wanna know about their perspective as parents into Emma and Regina's relationship! As far as we know, Cora is pretty much supportive because Emma's from a powerful family. Also, Emma is pretty laidback and free. Is it because she's in college and with newfound freedom away from her parents? She does have many experiences despite still being relatively young.

I hope you can incorporate some of our questions into your fics so the itty bitty details can reach a bigger audience. KUDOS!

Hey!

At first, I think both MM and David were unsure about the age difference. They, of course, were not aware of how Regina and Emma met nor the nature of their relationship. If they were, they would have probably been more openly opposed to the relationship on the basis that Regina was a bit of a predator/stalker.

So, they were mostly just unsure. Uncomfortable bringing it up in front of Emma. A bit uncertain about the whole thing.

However, Emma grew up pretty spoiled by her parents. Not necessarily only in material terms (though in that way sometimes too) but in terms of her social life, she was often allowed a lot more freedom than a lot of her other peers. MM and David were pretty chilled parents and trusted Emma to be sensible, which she was most of the time growing up. So, MM and David knew and felt like they couldn't just start imposing rules and opinions on Emma's 'private life' when she was now 20 when they didn't impose any strict rules when she was a teenager. Does this make sense? So, for a little while, MM and David kind of suffered in silence - trusting that Emma was sensible enough to know what she was doing with Regina but always a bit hesitant.

However, as the months passed, Emma had nothing but glowing praise for Regina. Regina seemed perfectly amicable, nice, from a good family, and clearly adored their daughter, so MM and David began to accept and understand the relationship more. What right did they have to deprive their daughter of her happiness?

And to answer the second part of your question, Emma is laidback because she is a Taurus. Like I said above, she didn't grow up with too many rules because even though she's a lil reckless sometimes, she's sensible enough to take care of herself! Plus, her parents had her brother when she was like 15/16, and whilst they didn't just 'forget' about her, they did have to deal with the stress of having a new baby and did trust her enough to let her do her own thing. So since her mid-teens, she's been kind of finding her own way and making her own mistakes that she is learning from. She's pretty grounded despite her background!

I'll do my best to incorporate more of these answers into the stories but sometimes it's just not all that feasible! I'm sure I can find some creative ways though, in the future!

Thanks for the question!

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Do you like oatmeal raisin cookies? I don’t think I can say that I do. Oatmeal is fine with me but I would most definitely remove every single piece of raisin from my cookies.

Which smells better - Pez or Play-Doh? I like the smell of Play-Doh and have never smelled the former, so the former wins by default.

Does your hair reach your boobs? Yeah it already does. I don’t feel like getting a trim anytime soon though, I like its current length just fine.

When are you having spring break? We don’t have that.

And how will you be spending that time? Still can’t answer that. The only breaks I get in a year are Holy Week and Christmas breaks, and during those times I usually like to stay at home and just spend the time recharging. I’ll occasionally go out of town though.

Have you ever had a crush on celebrity no one knew about? CM Punk fits this question best, even though he’s not technically a celebrity. I had such (and honestly, still do) a huge crush on the dude which I never thought was possible in the arena of pro wrestling lol.

Do you have a Roku? I have a really vague memory/idea of what this is, but I can’t seem to remember right now. Anyway, we never did and I don’t think it was ever available here.

What's something that fills you with anxiety? Work, unfortunately. Dealing with clients has to be the most anxiety-inducing aspect of it, but I think I can say I still like what I do PR-wise - especially the times where I get to write - and I still find fulfillment in what I do.

Do you like Anthony Green or Jack White? Jack White’s name kind of rings a bell but ultimately idk who either is, so I don’t have a preference.

Do you think you're attractive? I think I’m just fine. I don’t hype myself up too much but I’m also not as insecure about my looks as I used to be years ago.

Do you drink coffee on a daily basis? Yeah - you got it right with daily pretty much. 

Do you have strict parents or are they more chill? They were strict when I was younger, like in never letting me go to sleepovers until I was in high school, not letting me on social media...but I mean, I’m in my mid-20s and have been earning my own money. I’d have an issue with them if they would continue to be as strict with me as they used to be.

At what age did you move out of your parents? (or what age will you?) I haven’t moved out yet and am not really in a rush; where I live, the pressure to move out isn’t super felt and children really do take their time in continuing to live with their families. I hope to have my own place by the time I’m in my late-20s, at least.

What age do you think is too old to still live with your parents? I don’t judge people based on this. Again, it’s a culture thing. The only time I’d think if someone is “too old” is if they’re like in their 30s and is jobless and doesn’t do anything to help around in the house.

Do you think Clinton Kelly looks like a less scruffy Bradley Cooper? I don’t know who the former is.

Do you always download the free songs on iTunes? I don’t remember what those songs might have been anymore, but I don’t think I ever downloaded them anyway because for the most part I didn’t know who the artists were.

Have you ever loved a boy who was dating some other girl? I’ve never had feelings for a guy, period.

Is your hair all the same color? Not so much currently. My roots are growing fast as all hell, so I’ve got like two or three inches of black hair and the rest is still in its dyed light brown shade.

Have you ever tie dyed anything? I have in the past. It was an activity we had to do for school in like Grade 6.

Do you know anyone who says 'wow' a lot? Hahahaha ME. It’s a common expression I use.

Have you ever watched Bob's Burgers? I haven’t.

How many cardigans do you own? I don’t have any.

Denim, leather or varsity jacket? Denim.

Has a teacher ever caught and read a note you were passing in class? I will firmly say no to this, but I did get caught once in a situation that involved the passing of notes. Basically this girl in my class needed a dictionary to do her homework for English class, and I guess she saw that I had a copy of my own dictionary under my seat??? so she intended to pass a note to ask for it. She was doing this during our history period - already a big no-no - so anyway my seatmate eventually handed it to me, and not knowing yet what the nature of the paper was about, I unwittingly opened the note. My teacher happened to see it, paused the class to stare daggers at me and told me to keep the note away, soooooo yep that was pretty fucking annoying to get caught up in that whole mess just because someone wasn’t doing her fucking homework.

What annoyed me even more is that I know that teacher never liked me so it really felt like that public scolding was just an excuse to finally have something to be pissed at me for.

Do you know anyone who is afraid of horses? I don’t think so. There might be people I know who are, but I wouldn’t know who.

What's your favorite perfume that you own? Heat Rush.

Do you clean things that are already clean when you're bored? No, I never do that.

How did you spend Valentine's Day? That was a weekday if I remember correctly, so I was just at work and it was just an ordinary day for me.

Do you get President's Day off at your school? No, we don’t have that holiday(?) here. Even if we did, I would never recognize it. Presidents aren’t to be celebrated lmao, especially the one we are going to be having by next month.

What would you do if an ex-boyfriend started using one of your besties? I think Angela is smart enough to know if she is being used so I would let her handle it and stand up for herself.

Would you rather live in a tropical or arctic climate? I mean, I hate how hot it can get here (I live in a tropical climate) but I wouldn’t give it all up just to go to the other extreme.

What is the last thing you took that wasn't yours? My sister’s black polo shirt which I’ve since adopted, hahaha.

Do you have an older brother? Not biologically but we have a cousin who pretty much feels like one since we grew up together.

What do you do when someone overweight complains about being overweight? I’ve never been put in this situation and don’t think it’s also my place to like give advice or whatever so I imagine I would mainly listen and let them rant.

Is there any Irish, Scottish, or Danish in your heritage? No, not at all. But then again, who knows – people always get surprised from the results of their DNA kits hahaha so I could always turn out to unexpectedly have some European blood in me. But I highly highly doubt that.

Do you find Asians attractive? Uh sure, whatever hahaha.

Is it racist to ask if a specific race is attractive or not to someone? Depends on the context or if it’s meant as a backhanded compliment.

Have either of your parents ever been to jail? No.

Have you ever been to jail? No.

Keep Calm and Carry On or Screw Calm and Get Angry? I tend to have a short temper so it’s the latter for me, lol.

Do you think Urban Outfitters is overpriced? Idk, I’ve never been to one.

Are your collarbones prominent? They are, yeah. It’s one of my favorite features.

Have you heard about the Alyssa Bustamante case? I haven’t but wow that’s a very Filipino sounding name lol. That’s my only takeaway from this question.

Have you ever in your life worn overalls? Yeah. I have photos as a baby where I had them on.

How did you react when you heard Whitney Houston had died? I was shocked and sad but I wasn’t really able to share those feelings with anyone because no kid in school had really been familiar with who she was, and I only knew her because I was into Beyoncé at the time and knew she had been one of her influencers and would mention Whitney in literally every interview lol. So I got pretty upset, but I wasn’t a major fan or anything like that.

Do you love yourself? Yes.

What is the brand of desktop/laptop you're on right now? Apple.

Are there any words you don't usually pronounce correctly? No. I’m conscious when it comes to mispronouncing so I usually look the word up or ask around.

Do you think Helena Bonham Carter is attractive? Sure.

Would you rather listen to Dolly Parton or Dusty Springfield? Dolly largely because I don’t know who the other one is.

Are you watching The Walking Dead this season? Nah - they’re on their final season this year, right? I stopped watching when they killed off one of my favorite characters in like season 7 or whenever that was. He was one of the last original cast members so when they got rid of him my interest in the show gradually waned.

What TV shows do you keep up with? I haven’t been watching any series lately, besides the K-drama Happiness which I finished in two days while I was dealing with post-election depression lol. I have a couple of series on my radar that I want to start on though, which are Sh**ting Stars and Twenty-Five Twenty-One.

Are you a light sleeper? I can be. If I have something going on the very next day, like a flight or a big event, I’m on edge even while sleeping hahaha.

Have you ever forgiven a cheater? I’ve never been cheated on and am honestly not sure how I’d handle it. I think it would depend on the situation but I hope to god I would just walk away.

Would you consider cuddling cheating? Yeah.

What does the purse/bag you last used look like? It’s a pink handbag that has this cute image of a flower on the lower right side.

Would you wear heeled/wedged oxfords? Not my style; I’ll have to pass on those.

Do you own a blazer? Yeah I have a couple of them in case I need to wear something formal for work.

Gunmetal, cooper, silver, or gold? Silver.

When's the last time it snowed where you live? Never.

Can you make a clover with your tongue? Nope.

What's your favorite coffee brand/flavor? Caramel or hazelnut.

Have you ever made out with a firecrotch? With a...what?

Do you listen to The Story So Far or Balance and Composure? No for both.

Is your belly button pierced? It isn’t.

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