#FIRST ASK ABOUT A FIC ON HERE WOOOOO!!

[becca4leafclover]

Hey! I just finished reading your AO3 story "would I run off the world someday" and I love it! I was wondering if you were going to make more to the story or if it is just over. Because I keep wondering what is going to happen next! (Sorry if you already answered this!)

Hihi!! I'm glad you liked the fic!!!!! :D

Currently, the story just stands as it is. I don't really have a way to write more of the Vault Hunters aspect since its- well its a different world, and Tubbo still can't leave the island yknow? Even if maybe he COULD physically, if there arent any protections on a Vault portal like there is Nether portals on QSMP, that he can't abandon Sunmy now!

I might eventually write more of my nature-dragon-Tubbo headcanon!! I actually made some Minecraft skin edits of a couple of his color changes I just haven't posted them yet cause I can't decide on a good way to show them off lmao. But more writing requires me to survive college finals first and foremost so it won't be in the be near future sadly :(

That being said, I WOULD want to write more of this if I ever found the inspiration!!! I'm currently playing Vault Hunters with some friends, and I'm gonna go and rewatch the Captain's vods on it for research purposes and maybe I'll find something there along the way that'll help me find another idea?

[loveluvrs]

she's my pretty girl l lando norris x reader

request/summary – AHH HI MARYAM!!! it's shelbi:) i NEED a lando fic where he takes reader to the paddock for the first time and EVERYONE sees they totally like each other (but they complete oblivious idiots) — 🌟

author's notes – i loved writing this one!!! thank you to bff @keerysfreckles for the wonderful req <33 ALSO LANDO SPRINT POLE WOOOOO!!!!!

My fingers hover over the send button. I sigh as I delete the message again. Lan, I don’t know if I can. There’s gonna be so many cameras and so many people and you know people will think we’re dating for sure, I text my best friend Lando.

Come on, pretty girl, I’ll be right there with you the whole time. I promise, he texts back.

:(( come over tonight for movie night and we’ll talk about it, I text as I felt the anxiety already growing in me.

Lando helps me set up movie night. Popcorn bowl in hand, I slot myself next to Lando, our hips touching as I slightly lean into him, placing the bowl in between us. “Time to talk?” He asks expectantly. I groan. “Oh come on, let me at least distract myself for a little bit before we start this headache of a discussion again,” I say as I scrunch up my face in playful annoyance. Lando laughs at this, placing a small kiss on the tip of my nose as he says, “okay miss dramatic.” 

I pout. “Lan, you know how my anxiety gets. And that’s just in general. With all those cameras on me? I mean, it’s gonna be suffocating,” I say with a nervous gulp. Just thinking about all the attention made me anxious.

He puts on a soft smile. “I know, pretty girl. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I just know you’ve been really wanting to go to a race, and I thought what better time than here in Silverstone so you don’t have to take any extra flights? But really, I won’t make you go unless you’re comfortable with it, alright?” He says softly with 100% focus and attention and determination in his voice. That was one thing I could always count on; if I was feeling anxious about something, no matter how small, Lando would be there to take me seriously and comfort me through it. 

“I want to be there for you, you know I do,” I say softly with a frown, “there’s nothing I want to do more than support my best friend, my favorite person, at his home race.” 

“Pretty pretty girl, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I understand, okay? And I won’t think anything less of you based on whether or not you come. I’ll still love you all the same,” he says softly as he puts my hand in his and squeezes it to comfort me. 

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The next morning, I showed up to the paddock a little late, since I had to curb an oncoming anxiety attack in the morning. I also hadn’t told Lando that I was going to be coming, so I had no idea where to go. By the time I reached, Lando was already in the car for the first practice session. 

After the practice session was over, Lando stalked back into the Mclaren garage, talking with his race engineer about some of the data they picked up. He stops in his tracks when he sees me and immediately engulfs me in a hug. His hands wrap around my waist and my arms wrap around his neck. 

“Hey! I didn’t know you decided to come?” He says with his signature bright smile as he held me close. I hum. “I was just a bit late in the morning, sorry about that,” I say softly. “Nothing to be sorry about, pretty girl,” he says softly as he places a soft kiss on the top of my head before letting me go. 

Since that moment, unless he was in a team meeting or in the car, Lando stayed attached by the hip to you. You couldn’t decide if it was comforting or overwhelming, to be honest. On one hand, he made sure to be there so he could explain everything to you and introduce you to everyone, and whisk you away when he felt like it was getting all too much for you. On the other hand, his presence meant a herd of cameras would almost surely follow my every move if I was with him. 

Oscar, for one, got a bit tired of the fact that every time he saw his teammate, Lando was too busy making heart eyes at you to even think about anything else. “Why don’t you just admit you’re madly in love with her?” He asks Lando with an exasperated sigh after the two of them are walking back from a media briefing. 

“She knows I love her,” Lando says casually. Oscar rolls his eyes and scoffs at the response. “Okay she knows you love her, but she doesn’t know you’re in love with her,” he explains. Lando gives Oscar a confused look. “Mate, you’ve just said the same thing twice,” he says as his eyes begin to scan the crowd for you. Oscar groans before walking off in frustration, wondering when on Earth these two idiots were gonna realize they’re both in love with each other. 

Later that evening, Lando and I walk into his hotel room after he was done with everything for the day. I lay down in the bed immediately, exhausted from all the socializing I had to do all day. Lando laughs at this, “sleepyhead,” he teases in a murmur. He takes a quick shower and changes into a comfy hoodie and sweats before coming back and laying on the bed next to me. I’m sat watching some spy movie on the tv. He tilts his head at the tv, “what’re you watching?” He asks curiously. 

“Honestly, no idea,” I say with a giggle, “I just saw that Theo James was in it so I had to watch.” Lando settles into bed as we watch. Eventually, he finds my gaze on him and his lap, which was clearly not as subtle as I wanted it to be. He nudges me playfully with his elbow. “C’mere,” he says softly as he pats his lap. I, who was clearly in my own thoughts, seemed to wake up out of my trance. “Huh?” I ask in confusion. He holds his arms wide for me, “come here and cuddle,” he says softly.

I waste no time before doing as he says, laying in between his legs, my back to his chest. His arms wrap around my waist and he places a soft kiss on my head. I hum in content as I relax into him. Lando always knew when I needed some physical affection, which was useful because there was nothing I hated more than having to ask for some love. “I love you,” he whispers as his face burrows into my neck, placing a kiss there. I’m about to respond when Oscar suddenly enters the room. “Hey mate, have you seen my- uh. Sorry, am I interrupting something here?” He asks as his eyes dart between Lando and I, and the extremely close position we seem to be in. 

“Nope! Just cuddling. What’s up?” Lando asks nonchalantly. Oscar’s eyebrows raise at Lando’s answer. “You know what, never mind, I think I know where I’ve left it,” he says as he slowly backs out of the room. 

“What was that all about?” I ask in confusion. “Hmm, who knows, he’s been acting weird all day,” Lando says as he resumes placing kisses on my neck and shoulder. “I love you,” he repeats again in a gentle tone. I hum. “I love you too,” I say softly. “I’m so insanely happy you decided to come to the paddock today, honestly,” he says in a quiet yet soft murmur, “don’t think I could be any happier than having my pretty girl with me.” “Why are you trying to flatter me?” I tease him with a giggle. He scoffs, “sorry. Didn’t know I couldn’t be nice to my best friend,” he retorts playfully.  

We go out for dinner an hour later with Oscar and Lily. I instinctively sat next to Lando as usual. I’m scrolling through Twitter while we wait for our food when I feel Lando’s hand intertwine with mine. I think nothing of it, but see Oscar and Lily exchange a glance towards each other. 

“You owe me 5 pounds,” Oscar whispered in a hushed voice to Lily with a sassy smile tugging on his lips. “No, you said 5 pounds for the heart eyes,” Lily whispers back defensively. “Oh come on, that’s basically the same thing! It’ll happen in a few minutes anyways,” Oscar whispers playfully. “I so badly wanted us to be proven wrong and for something to happen,” Lily says quietly to Oscar in a sympathetic voice. “They’re both idiots, I don’t think either of them will figure it out,” he says with a laugh. 

The laugh catches both Lando and I’s attention as we look up from our phones. “Hmm? Did you two say anything to us?” Lando asks curiously. “Oh, uh no. Don’t worry about it,” Oscar says with an embarrassed smile. The rest of the night goes by with hushed remarks from Oscar every once in a while every time Lando does something like giving me some of his own dish since my portion size was small, or when he asks if I’m okay after I drop the fork under the table and hit my head on the table when I try sitting back up, or when he just simply listens to me like I’m the only person in the room. 

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“You’ve been staring at her for five minutes now,” Oscar says as Lando stares at you from across the paddock as you talk to Lewis. “Shut up,” Lando mutters as he tries to sound annoyed by utterly fails because he could never be annoyed while you were in his line of sight. 

I walk up to him a minute later, a bright smile on my face. “Guess what!” I say excitedly as Lando’s hand instinctively wraps around my waist. He hums. “Tell me what’s got you all happy, pretty girl,” he says with a soft smile.

“Lewis said that he’d take me out tonight to visit that new café I was telling you about, remember?” I say excitedly. Lando immediately frowns. “Lewis? Why didn’t you ask me to take you there?” He asks as he tries to not let his jealousy show. “Well I know you aren’t really into that type of thing, I looked at the menu and you wouldn’t have eaten anything there,” I say casually. 

“Well still. I don’t care. I’m coming with,” Lando said with a tone of finality. Suddenly Oscar started speaking. “Guys did you know theres a new movie coming out with Zendaya? The Jealous Man?” He says with a look towards Lando. Lando took the hint with an unamused expression on his face. “You know what? I think I’ve got a team thing tonight, so I’ll have to skip out. Sorry pretty girl, but have fun with Lewis, hmm?” He says softly. “You sure? We can wait for you if you want,” I say softly, not wanting Lando to miss out if he wanted to go. Lando shakes his head. “Nah nah nah, even if you wait, I’d be far too tired later,” I says as he takes my hand in his. 

——

Lando sat staring at his phone while he sits in his hotel room’s bed. He had tried everything to keep him occupied; working out, eating, the sim, talking to Oscar, facetiming Max, but nothing could keep his mind off of the thought of you and Lewis together. He groans as he caves in, texting you. 

pretty girlllllllllll, where are you? I miss you :(, he texts with clear desperation in his text. 

hi! Lewis and I are gonna go for a walk on the beach before heading back. Is that okay? I text, not wanting him to feel too lonely while I was gone. 

Lando sighed at my message. yeah don’t worry, pretty girl, have fun, he texts back, I love you. 

When I finally get back to the hotel, I’m exhausted. I kick off my shoes to find Lando already asleep. I get changed into some sweats and lie next to him. “Lan?” I whisper softly, “‘m sorry I was late, I know you missed me.” I sighed when I got no reply back, so I simply scooted towards him, my arms wrapping around him from behind. “I love you,” I whispered into the dark. I heard a slight grumble afterwards. “Love you too,” came a murmur from Lando. 

The next morning I met Lando and Oscar at the paddock before qualifying, but Lando seemed a bit distant. So I went up to him while he was talking to Oscar

“Are you mad I went out to spend time with Lewis instead of you last night?” I ask Lando in a quiet voice with a frown on my face.

Lando turned around to face me. “Oh, pretty girl, I could never be mad at you,” he says as his voice softens, “I love you. Just missed you, that’s all.” “You’ve been ignoring me this whole morning,” I say as my frown deepens. His entire body deflates at the sight of your frown. “No no no, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to. Sorry if it felt like that,” he says softly as his hands wrap around my waist to give me a hug. “Love you,” he murmurs into my hair, “I promise.” 

Oscar rolls his eyes at the scene with an amused laugh. “Heart eyes, five pounds,” he mouths behind Lando, knowing that Lando would have melted the second you came into view. 

“God, these two will stay idiots forever,” Oscar muttered under his breath with a laugh as he looked at the very obviously love-stricken pair in front of him. 

[therealplaguedoctor]

A Stupid Bet

Esteban Ocon x driver!reader

Summary/prolong (idek anymore)- You made a stupid bet with Esteban, well he asked you to agree to it and you did. Little did you know how soon after that promise the conditions would be meet and everyone will know....

Warnings/content- fem reader, no use of y/n, 2nd person (you/your), Esteban in alpine, talks about media being kinda(?) sexist only for a sec tho, doubts about your position again only for a sec, lmk if i missed anything

Non serious warnings: reader has no nationality mentioned (actually surprising for me lol), author is a dumbass and pretends she knows shit(she doesnt), American spelling, I never spell check. Idk what a kilometer is,

F/c- n/a

A/n- woke up in a cold sweat wrote down this fic idea and asked my friends who it should be on. First person (and only one) to respond wanted Estie bestie so this is for you, you know who you are lol love youuu

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A stupid bet. It all happened cause of a stupid bet.

It was just before COTA you and Esteban where both on his couch watching a random movie that neither of you cared to much for.

"Amour" Esteban says softly as he looked over to you something slightly unveiling in his eyes...mischief...?

"Yeah..?" You answered a little worried about what he might say

"You wanna make a bet?" He smiled definitely mischief in his eyes

You smiled "depends what's the bet?"

"If we're both on the podium in one of the remaining races can I kiss you on it?" He asked with a slightly begging tone

You and Esteban had been dating for slightly over a year now. Somehow being able to keep your relationship under wraps. You haven't talked to much about making your relationship public. There has been some talk when you started dating of course an there was the whole discussion you had to have with Alpine about your relationship. And so so many NDAs people had to sign. It was insane.

"You know that will never happen estie" you chuckled

"Hey a man can dream" he smiled "..so if it does can we?" He asks again

"Of course" you smiled as you pushed him down on the couch in a hug laughing

He laughed as well kissing your forehead "I love you mon amour"

"I love you too Esteban"

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It was the brazil gp and it was hell.

"Okay one lap left, one lap left" you heard your race engineer buzzed in your ear. You wanted to yell at him to shut up as you drove. You were sweating bullets. You were currently in p3, Esteban was p2. This would mean monumental points for the team if you crossed the finish line like this. Which is proving more difficult with the current track conditions yet-

"That is the checkered flag, p3 that is p3. Congratulations"

"WOOOOO OH MY FUCKING GOD"

"You and Esteban are one podium great job, great job" you could here the cheers in the background as your race engineer talked your smile grew wider with each cheer.

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You slowly pulled up to the p3 plaq and parked the car. You slowly climbed out standing on the halo you cheered doing your celebration. Before jumping down and running over and jumping into your team. You almost get swallowed by your team so many hands, cameras, flashes, you eventually get released by your team.

You turn to see Esteban you quickly hug eachother helmets bumping before you pushed eachother to arms length to look eachother in the eyes. Both of you held the other shoulders while you couldn't see his mouth you could see the scrunching of his eyes, and he could see yours. Both your jaws will definitely be hurting from smiling so much.

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You both were walking into the cool down room the atmosphere was buzzing. Esteban leaned over and asked in a quiet voice "you remember our bet?" He asked

"How could I forget?" Is all you respond with a smile still plastered on your face.

The cool down room felt like hours as you Estie and Max chatted it was smiles all around.

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The Dutch nation anthem rang out before the trophies where handed out you held yous up high before placing down softly with a satisfying clunk. And before you knew it the celebration music rang out as you all popped your champaign and drenched eachother.

You wiped the fizzling liquid from your eyes and face before taking a swig of the liquid as it satisfyingly fizzled down your throat. You look over to Esteban who had just appeared at your side you both smiled.

Esteban and you clicked the large bottles together both taking another swig.

Just then he pulls you into him, hand gentle but firm. With that he kisses you and of course you kiss back. I mean who would you be if you don't kiss your own boyfriend back? His hand rested on the back of you neck, and you hands were lazily thrown over his shoulders.

Your heart rate spiked as yet the world seem to slow the loud cheers of the crowd lulled into nothingness it was just you and Esteban for a moment. As you shared a gentle and passionate kiss.

That was until you felt something cold wet and undeniably champagne. The kiss broke so both you and Esteban didn't drown in the sweet liquid both looking over to the source:

Max fucking Verstappen with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

You smiled and so did Esteban, you three laughed as you held the champagne up high cheering the world.

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You really didn't want to go to the media pen.

I mean you and Esteban didn't think the bet entirely through. What would the media response be? Will all your accomplishments be given to your boyfriend?

You have gotten your phone a while ago but you didn't bother to even turn it on scared of what the media would say.

But why should you be scared? You and Esteban have been dating for a year. Wayyyyy after you joined formula one. And you loved eachother and the media could not change that.

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You finally entered the media pen just to be met with a loud cheers. Esteban quickly took notice to you as he was standing just by where you entered he quickly motioned you over to do the interview with him.

"There's my beautiful girlfriend" he smiles which you swear is bigger than when he won his first grand prix "hello mon amour"

"Hi estie" you smiled

Quickly though the interviewer got to work: "Hello to both of you" he said "well first I should say congrats, and of course I'm assuming this relationship isn't new..?"

You spoke first "no me and Estie have been together for a year actually back in Singapore" Esteban just smiled and nodded.

"And of course we can speculate all we want but I'm sure many people want to know did you decide to do this before hand or was this spur of the moment?" The interviewer asked

"Well it as actually a bet" Esteban said

"A stupid bet" you added

He playfully rolled his eyes "I asked her before COTA that if we both got on the podium in one of the remaining races if I could kiss her on it" he explained

"And of course I agreed" you smiled

The interview concluded and you were surprised no one made any negative comments about your relationship.

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You both arrive back at your shared hotel room (which Alpine was happy about because they only had to pay for one room). You finally take out your phone unlock it ready to see all the hateful messages only to see none.

You smiled as you looked though them:

User: I mean have you seen how Esteban looks at her how did we not figure it out sooner????

User: I want what they have

User: THE MADE THAT BET IN AN APLINE BRO JCKSNJDKS BOTH OF EM JXNOSKA

User: can we point out the fact that the kiss made basically ALL the media not pay any attention to the Max master class? I think that's hilarious as a Max fan

User: No cause the photo of Max spraying them with champagne as they kissed is so cute imma cry

User: mama y papa

User: I will never understand how Esteban pulled HER

User: Esteban is stronger than me cause if I had her as a gf she would be ALL OVER my social media

User: she called Esteban estie and he called her mon amour if you need me I'll be crying THEIR SO CUTEEE

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You laughed as you read the tweets. You've never been happier.

Esteban comes back into the room freshly showered, "what are you looking at mon amour?" He asked

"Just twitter" you said as you show him you screen "everyone loves us"

"I mean what isn't there to love about you?" Estie said

"Smooth" you smiled "is that what you say to all the girls"

"Only the ones I'll marry some day" He says with the biggest grin

"I love you Estie" you smiled as you leaned over and kiss his cheek

"I love you more" he said back kissing you in return

"Impossible"

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A/n: OMFG I LOVE THIS I HOPE YALL DO IK IT WAS A BIT SCUFFED WTV PLEASE LIKE REBLOG OR WHATEVER YOU WANT THEY ARE VERY APPRECIATED IDK WHY IM STILL YELLING LOVE YALLLLLL

[cyclogenesis]

happy life update with cat pics 💕

I woke up at 7:11am and bounded out of bed feeling cheerful and excited to work on fic today. Our other cat Ameri (the baby, she's two years old) has been very mildly under the weather and I could tell my roommate/partner person Sara was unnerved after Klaus (fair) so I offered to take Ameri to the vet just to check and she was like would you please so I took her in yesterday and the cat is totally fine thank god, and she was good at the vet too, which was great because she hadn't been before and she's a little skittish! They did diagnose her as being a "cutie" which we suspected. Sara said, "Thank you, you are a blessing" to me afterwards and that made me feel really, really nice.

My cardiologist appointment is in twelve days but until then as far as I'm concerned these are Schrödinger's heart problems, I mean I feel okay at least. My dad came down from the Bay Area for Thanksgiving last week and we had a really lovely time and it was technically the first time in my life that I hosted (??) Thanksgiving which made me feel like a grown-up even though all the cooking was just me being like "Sit down. I was going to give you a say in what I'm making but then I decided not to. You will like whatever I cook" and him being like "I will like whatever you cook" and then he liked all the stuff I cooked because I'm good at it despite making food for other people with vanishing rarity.

He had somehow only seen Deadpool 2 so on Thanksgiving we watched Deadpool and then Deadpool & Wolverine and he loved them both because we genetically have excellent taste and he listened to me talk about Ryan Reynolds and we agreed he is dreamy. It was a GREAT day. Then on Friday I took him to my favorite liquor store (...I know how that sounds, but finding and trying unusual liquors is a hobby for me, I am the exact same way with tea. If you ever want recommendations for either please ask me) and he was also dazzled by it, shoutout Mission Wine & Spirits, and we got a couple things and he paid and I was like wooooo thank you!! Love that!!

I also made him start watching Yellowjackets because I like it when he is trapped in my home and I can make him watch things I like. My good friend joined us on Friday night and she and my dad chattered away because he is great and my friends like him which makes me so happy.

The holidays have been rough these last few years but frankly the news of my mom and stepdad's divorce has improved my mood because now instead of those assholes celebrating together in a warm house with Grammy and a fireplace and a big Christmas tree they're all doing something not as good so I'm not missing out on anything but they're still missing me because of their own bad choices. Haha! I win. It's important to me that I win. Yes it's also very good for me to be back in therapy right now.

Winter is usually Ameri Season around these parts because she is a heat vampire but woooooo boy this cat has been in my BUSINESS lately. She's technically Sara's cat (Klaus was mine) and has never been this cuddly with me ever so I'm wondering if she's just like...claiming me in a way she couldn't before. I am officially her territory now! It has really made dealing with all this easier even though I still miss my baby Klaus every single day. But I'm grateful to still be loved by a kitty cat.

I'm grateful for everything I have. Here are some photos of Ameri!

[gontagokuhara]

Its almost 5 am and I have work [today] but heyyyy what if I sent in another fun ask about pointy objects ;) Last time I asked about PO relationship rankings... but what about notable FRIENDSHIPS😭 I definitely think it'd be ridiculous to ask for a ranking of ALL THE FRIENDSHIPS but I'm saying like, I want to know about any specific fun ones we haven't seen that much of, tumultuous OR harmonic, if you want to share!💖

(if I had to rank some though I'd put Fuyupeko at #1 bc ofc they're like brother-sister, andddd Junko-Izuru ONN THE BOOOTTOOOMMM🗣 bc it's Junko duh) (Honorable mentions: Miu & Kiibo bc idk why I'm blanking on where the demi friendships rank) Okay I'm gonna go back to reading the latest chapter bc I gave up on trying to go to sleep💀 I hope you have a great day btw!!! Please say hi to baby Winnifred the Pooh for me and give extra love💘

I realized this weekend after seeing yet another fic I love get orphaned, how spoiled I was with your tumblr and I'm super greatful to be a reader and just consuming the content you share 😭 I really want to contribute more as thanks but I may not have as much time due to school starting soon😓 I'll just say thank you again for now and ofc remind you that you're an absolute BADDIE, please don't forget!!!💖

HELLOOOOOOOO CIDER MY BELOVED <3 as always u bring some of my favorite asks to my inbox so thank u MWAH!!!!! and as always this is for FUNSIES so there’s no obligation (especially if ur busy with school and work!!!) you have already earned ur place in my heart forever ❤️❤️❤️ you are so real about orphaned/abandoned works my favorite fic of all time had its sequel abandoned like 8 years ago…….u really never recover 💔 and i may have done the same to pointy objects for ~3.5 years but we are BACK and pumping out content at any given opportunity because this fic and universe is my baby. so with that said (and winnie said hello to PICTURED BELOW ‼️) lets get into pointy objects analysis mode WOOOOO

OK. SO.

many conversations have been had with my darling beta reader + kokichi correspondent evan @/faglaios about certain dynamics between characters this is like my DREEEEEAM ask because there are so many friendships in the pointy objects verse that are. so special to me. i have a whole list of friendship dynamics that i think are interesting and would yap about But i have so much to say about even just my select few favorites. so here are some honorable mentions before we get to the Big Boys:

- fuyuhiko & peko: i will forever and always ride for the familial dynamic for these two and pointy objects is no exception, as they consider themselves siblings to the same degree fuyu & natsumi do. talk about an unbreakable bond these two are literally almost as close as komaru & makoto are despite (affectionately) bitching at each other significantly more

- hajime & chiaki: not something i’ve been able to explore in-verse, but these 2 are soooo special to me in general and their friendship carries over into pointy objects rejoice ‼️‼️ i specifically singled this one out for the reason that: chiaki, as the goddess of sleep, tends to be pretty absent for long stretches of time, and so there can be decades that pass where she’s just not in hajime’s life. when he’s alone and stressed he talks to her sometimes :)

- kaede & maki: before they began dating they were without reservations each other’s best friend. i have a LOT to say about these two but yay ‼️ for kaemaki nation a lot of time has been dedicated to exploring it in pointy objects <3 so i will hold my tongue. for now

- rantarou & shuuichi: similar dealio here re: exploration in pointy objects canon. granted, rantarou is “dead” for the majority of it, but just as much as they are brothers they are best friends and for as much as i COULD say, i think their dynamic kinda speaks for itself in-fic :>

- miu & kiibo: i will be the first to admit i Do Not Enjoy miu but objectively her best interactions (both in v3 canon + pointy objects) are with kiibo. their dynamic is mutually (lightheartedly) antagonistic like miu knocks their head off five times a day and kiibo runs to tattle on her but like they eat dinner together basically every day and horrifically gossip in very bad whispers. miu clocked kiibo’s crush (overheard kaede talking about it to maki like a year ago lmfao) and became their unasked for wingwoman (she’s very bad at it).

kokichi & kaito: oh goodness. These Two. it has truly been far too long since i played 3-5 and fully Invested in this dynamic but once again from my conversations with evan There is something there . i almost have so much to say that i cant think of Anything to say lmfao so. we’ll put a pin in these 2 for now. but this is one of my favorite pointy objects dynamics.

- kaito & shuuichi / maki & shuuichi: oh training trio how i do love you……both of them have really fun dynamics but the former is definitely a little more well-developed in pointy objects. shuuichi mirrors both of them specifically in his resolve to protect and defend his friends; kaito in his emotional/trust investment and being open and honest both to himself and to the world at large, and maki moreso in the physical sense, in that they tend to be more hands-on and proactive in things that require teamwork (you’ll notice it’s these 2 most often helping others to their feet/to remain upright + at the forefront of public-facing schemes like booking the motel/headlining the convenience store robbery). MUCH to say here (also re: kaito & maki) but yet again i’ve already got so much more to go

- junko & izuru: To Be Continued.

- makoto & junko: exes

WOW! and that was only the honorable mentions 😭 jesus christ. but i saved my favorites/most interesting for last so LETS GO BABEY 🔥🔥🔥

- gundham & sonia: my Personal thoughts on these two have to be divorced from pointy objects canon so i’m speaking specifically on their friendship here. as god of the dark art and goddess of magic they naturally are inclined towards and work with each other, but they’re also just straight-up besties (as much as a grumpy recluse like gundham will allow, especially these days). in Non-crisis times, sonia is one of only a few gods who have near-unlimited access to the underworld. they also have a lot in common in terms of each losing their children within only a few years of each other (sonia with her son who tsumugi killed in her attack on camp pre-barrier, and gundham, we now know, with gonta).

- mondo & fuyuhiko: throwaway joke pointing out their similar organized crime affiliations that evolved rapidly into a like. genuine (business) relationship but also a family-like brotherly bond between them too (fuyuhiko is good at this LOL). there’s a lot of camaraderie (+ arguments) regarding this, as well as their shared isolation and distance from their children. mondo and taka went to fuyuhiko’s house the first night maki was missing both to hash out a game plan on keeping their daughters safe, but also for comfort because…well, at one point or another, they became family.

- maki & tenko: and speeeeaking of family <3 this has been touched on very lightly but of the people maki really has a connection with at camp and specifically considers her friends, tenko is one of those three people (the others being kaede and then later kaito). tenko really had to teach maki what Having Family is like even though she’s hardly the best-equipped to do so, but their shared distance from their godly parents (and lesbianism) helped them foster a dynamic that is very protective and isn’t the most Outwardly affectionate, but is definitely mutually trusting and quietly appreciative. they also train together often (and beat up kaito together when he jumps in too).

- kokichi & gonta: i am a “gonta and kokichi were genuine friends” truther until i die and pointy objects is my love letter to that. i have Many thoughts regarding their canonical relationship [looks at my url] but in my representation of them in pointy objects……when gonta says in his chapter that the two of them are best friends he is 100% correct (for better or for worse). for several years they were in the relatively small (those 2, kaede, miu, and maki) full-time camper group and the 5 of them are naturally more close-knit, but kokichi is…Well. Abrasive. and turns a lot of people off. but gonta was (+ is!) persistent. he sees good in kokichi. they were the only 2 boys at camp full-time for years, and as he did hajime and nagito, gonta lacked other options but to drift towards kokichi with regard to modeling “gentlemanly” behavior after spending so many years not socialized to humans. kokichi would play his usual pranks and mess with him but despite his flighty demeanor…actually U know what i’m just screenshotting my msgs to evan about this i cooked sooooo hard BUT ONE OF MY FAVORITE (and horrificially misunderstood) DYNAMICS <3

- gonta & kiibo: similar to kaemaki in that their friendship has been explored in-verse before their romantic relationship, but i single them out here because there is something very important to me about the two of them learning how to be people together :] gonta spending half of his life to this point living amongst wolves, and the rest of it playing catch-up on Being A Person and defining for himself what the means and who he wants to be and modeling his goals on the people around him that he admires. kiibo lived for a handful of years as an AI with kazuichi, but has only had a soul for three or so years, and despite having a universe of knowledge at their fingertips they still have to learn what personhood is like outside of scanning text and interpreting data — again, with a relatively small and niche group of gods and demigods to learn from. they meet when kiibo is dropped off at camp by a distraught sonia, and immediately recognize in the other something similar to themselves. they’re both entirely disconnected from human culture, but have a fascination with it to varying degrees. they’re both Different, and still learning how to exist in the world they’ve been cast into, and slowly over time realizing that the kind of ‘person’ they want to be, whatever that means…that inspiration might be a bit closer than they think.

- kaede & kokichi: oh i could write essays on these two i swear to god. another one that needs their own specialized post honestly there is So much here and basically none of it is reliant on v3 canon because we were given so little. i’ve built such a little world for these two in pointy objects it’s easily a top 3 dynamic like Period out of the whole fic it’s soooo important to me. people have pointed out they come across as deeply sibling-coded and that is 100% the intention. as previously mentioned, they were full-time campers early on (kokichi arrived before maki did, even, so they’ve known each other longer) and even back then kaede took it upon herself to tour new kids around camp and get to know them (partially because her other options were Adults, her less-than-ideal twin sister, and gonta who she knows but can’t talk pop culture or music with). i’m holding my tongue on certain Details here but they really have grown up with the faux-exasperated big sister and the playfully-annoying little brother dynamic. and on the surface they very much come across that way and have fun falling into those roles naturally. but there is a significant degree of mutual care between them that goes far beyond any prank or argument or fuck up. kaede, as frustrated as she was when kokichi snuck onto the rv and as serious as she was about her reservations regarding his role in their quest, still stuck to her guns and kept him included and safe once he was there, and genuinely meant it when she told them she believes in all of them more than she’s ever believed in anyone. for as obnoxious and as snide and as withdrawn he can be, in the same breath he’s calling kaede a hokey protag he’s diving between her and syo’s scissors without a second thought. he’s still offering kaede solemn, sincere comfort and reassurance in the aftermath of the call with nagito he hung up for her, and lashing out at anyone he thinks is judging her and going to make her feel worse. the two of them are everything to me. pointy objects kaede/kokichi friendship you will ALWAYS be famous

- shuuichi & kokichi: well we already saw everything up until now IN pointy objects, didn’t we? <3

ok bonus WINNIE ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!

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A Quick Snack

A Max Phillips Fan Fic

Do actual writing I need to over a long weekend… nope. Write a new Max Phillips Fan Fic… absolutely. Yep this was not on my radar, but here we are. Our favourite Vampire. Before you read I’ve only watched Max once & it was years ago but I have read enough to think I can get him right. Sorry if he’s not.

Synopsis: Max is your hangover cure, which give him his own high & is a good arrangement. But does a family reunion mean you will become more than a Snack for the creature of the night.

Word Count 6k

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 NO MINORS! PIV sex, mentions of other types of sex, Vampire lord & Vampiric traits including blood, murder, drinking, violence & devouring. Anger, stress, alcohol, drugs. Established relationship. I thinks that’s everything.

As always thank you for the read all feedback is welcome.

“We found love in a hopeless place, we found love…” it’s 1am & the bar is closing in half an hour & you’ve had a lot of cocktails & fun tonight, the perfect night with your friends. Dancing your heels away has started to hurt, but you are on such a high. A high that will definitely leave you with a hangover. That is a bit of an issue, you’ve got a family reunion lunch tomorrow & then party in the evening. If you turn up drunk, your parents will be disappointed in you & your grandparents will be disgusted. It’s okay though, you have a plan to cure it, which works every time.

As the bar closes you count your friends after they get filthy burgers & chips to help sober them up but you know not to, it’s not part of your cure but you do buy a bottle of water. “Are we all here & ready to go home” “no” Jess shouts “i still want to dance &…”she stumbles to the ground spilling her bag across the floor. You’re the mum of the group even drunk & help her up. You get everyone in the taxi line & when you know you are two taxis away you message him.

*almost home baby, ready for a quick snack*

You giggle as you get a reply that says

*ooooh nice, always delicious*

“Wooooo I’ve seen that face on you before, what’s his name?” Clare asks. You hide your phone but don’t see Maya look over your shoulder “It’s Maxie! that’s what her phone says ahhhhhh” “shhhhhhhh” you go to her. “When do we get to meet him?” “Is he nice?” “Why isn’t he out?” “Is he good in bed?” “Girls seriously!” You stop them all. “If you remember all of this tomorrow night I might let you know about him on Sunday” the taxi pulls up & you all climb in.

You are so grateful your apartment is on the ground floor, the idea of walking up flights of stairs is a step too many for your feet. You go inside & kick your shoes off sighing in relief”finally oh that feels good”. You stumble into the dark to the kitchen, past you remembered to put a bottle of water in the fridge & you grab it, before grabbing a bag of peas from the freezer & placing them on your neck. You gasp at first, feeling the coolness connect to your skin but it needs to happen to help your hangover cure. Without doing this you’d be in no fit state for tomorrow.

You remove your dress when you get into the bedroom & pull your thick blinds. You’d hoped he would already be here to make this even more enjoyable for you but he’s not. You take off your bra as well & slide on your strappy night dress. It’s made of silk & is red & clings to your body. The bed sheets you lie down on are also dark, so it can cover up for any mishaps. This is all preplanned & ready for your nights out & it works well for the both of you. You look at your phone, no messages to say he’s late or delayed. You remove the peas, lay on your back & your ears are pounding from all the music & booze. No weed or drugs, he doesn’t enjoy that & you want to make him happy.

You are almost asleep when you hear the bedroom door creek open. His broad shadowy figure instantly recognisable. Your hangover cure, your lover, & the man you are tomorrow going to to introduce to your family at the evening of this reunion party. Max Phillips. A creature of the night who you met on a drunken night out 18months ago. He was after prey but felt sorry for you as you tried to deal with your friend who was being kicked out of a bar. He helped you get her home & you asked him what you could do to thank him & that you’d do anything. You thought his fangs were fancy dress before he started kissing your neck & then bit into you, getting him drunk & curing you of your hangover in 5mins. He flew off but he’d already added his number to your phone. The next time you went out you asked if he was free & you had passionate sex in your apartment as he sunk his teeth in your neck. You both enjoyed it. He gets a high each time it’s not as potent a feeling as your hangover, but he sleeps it off during the day. Because of his powers it wears off much quicker than yours would. He loves it & so do you, it’s a good arrangement, but you now both agree that this needs to go a step further. He’s agreed to turn you at Halloween, the perfect day for you to also become a creature of the night.

“Even in a tipsy state & in a half light, you are still beautiful, my beloved” he smirks & slowly walks across the room. You’ve left the bed side light on so there is a small glow to the room. “Max, what took you so long” you reach up as he sit on the edge of the bed, undoing the top button on his shirt, dark blue. His skin always feels cold but so smooth. Lips that despite having no life in them always are so succulent to kiss. He may not have a beating heart but he makes yours race fast enough for the two of you. “Sorry darling, a guy was smacking his wife about & verbally abusing her while they walked their dog, so I am actually pretty well feed, & I had to go get changed before I got here.” “This is still going to work right baby” you question worried that he won’t want to feed on you as much, that you will feel rubbish tomorrow. “Also I wouldn’t have minded you being messy when you…” “yes you would have, he was a lot more than a snack” you blush. Max always is a moral person & doesn’t drink or drain for fun anymore, well he says that he always was but not since meeting you. But every now & then there is an exception because someone’s not a very nice person.

You sit up & place the bag of peas back on your neck again, ready to help numb the initial pain of the bite. You caress his face when you make eye contact before he kisses you. He may be cold but it still electrifies your soul, & the idea that this could go wrong always makes you shiver a little, there is always a slight risk. Max has always promised that if this ever does go wrong you will wake up after being turned 3 days later. “You ready my beloved, I know asking you in a drunk state isn’t exactly consent, but I need to know you are still happy with the risk?” He moves your long hair away from the left as he cups your chin “Maxie get bitey,” you giggle. That’s always been your confirmation. He removes the bag of peas,”the pleasure is all mine.”

You yelp. You always scream slightly. Feeling something sharp stab your skin always makes you yelp. Blood tests, piercings & tattoos always make you flinch & respond. His fangs have the same reaction. You grasp his thigh to make sure you don’t move so much, that he can sink into your flesh enough to get his flow to feed. The sensation is weird but arousing as he sinks deeper within the crook of your neck, knowing he will later be nuzzling into it when you have sex. You then feel a small trickle go down your shoulder. He’s found the vein that supply’s his meal. It’s cool as it starts to flow & you try to control your breathing. Being to turned on by this can lead to accidents & you pumping blood to fast. You have passed out twice because you’ve not controlled it. Thank god Max can also stop the bleeding with his vampiric powers.

Max moans as he slowly removes his fangs from deep inside your neck, making sure not to snip any over veins on his way out. His eyes have gone darker than they are anyhow, always large pools of chocolate dazzling back at you. “This is always my favourite meal, maybe it’s because we are dead soul mates” he sucks exquisitely on your neck taking his first slurp. His pupils dilate as the blood starts to coat his mouth. He loves you & that’s what makes the taste so delicious. He knows when he turns you he can’t drink from you anymore. He can’t drink from you all the time, he needs you fit & healthy & the best version of you before he turns you, he wants you to be happy with how you will eventually look for eternity. Fortnightly snacks are perfect or one off specialities like tonight when you need to be ready for the day ahead. His tongue glides across you & makes you moan & sigh. This means you’re safe, he’s not hit anymore veins & you’ve been calm enough that the stream he is feasting on is at a good pulse. He won’t spill a drop tonight.

You can hear him enjoying himself as he drinks, you know this roughly takes 5minutes, anymore & it becomes dangerous for you both. You don’t remember him setting a timer as he started to drink & you know you haven’t as you were almost asleep when he arrived. Anymore than 7 minutes will cause you to pass out & if he drinks too much he’s likely to want to devour all of you. No amount of turning would bring you back from that, you would be dead & that would be it. He can hear you gasp at this realisation & he can feel more liquid is his mouth as he swallows. He grabs your hand & rubs your knuckles, instantly soothing you. He knows he is too full to drink any further than 4mins tonight. He can feel your pulse & knows your heart rate so knows when to stop each time, unless he gets taken away, he only sets the timer to keep you at ease.

“Max you feel so good oooh baby, suck, drink it all, I’m actually going to miss you snacking on me I really am, it’s so intimate” the words are in a hushed tone as they part your lips. He has a smile on his face as he drinks thinking about how good his final snack of you will be. He slowly starts to move away, getting the last few drips in his mouth & presses his thumb across the two small holes on your neck. His mouth edges towards your ear, “delicious as ever baby, let me just seal you up.” His fangs as well as sinking into you, create an ooze that heals within minutes. It’s what flows in his veins to keep him undead instead of blood, but it does make him weaken, which is why he gets a little hungover from drinking you, after you’ve been out partying. It’s when the taste of your blood enters his system in these few seconds. The essence lands & seals the bite marks in seconds. It always hisses like a hot frying pan does when someone cooks bacon in it. You grown at the sensation, almost now feeling sober, but still with a slight high. He didn’t drink as much as usual but you know you will be fine for lunch tomorrow.

Max places the bag of peas back onto your neck to make sure there’s no residual follow up pain, before he licks his lips seductively & starts to take off his shirt. You glance up & see him roll his shoulders & start to rock his hips. The alcohol he’s drank out of your starting to make him playful & a tease. “Your hips know how to move baby they really really…”but your mouth drops open & the bag of peas fall to the floor & split open. Max has in one motion taken off his trousers & briefs, he’d been working on his fly & belt while he finished drinking you. He may not have any blood in his veins but he’s still long, girthy & erect, waiting for you to say yes. His trousers when he’s not hard, still show that Max should be very proud of what he has, he likes wearing those tailored trousers for that exact reason. “Bet no man danced like this for you tonight” he jokes a devilish grin appears on his face as his grooving body thrusts into the air. “I mean you’re technically not a man either baby” you laugh but then his hand is over your mouth. His blistering speed & reflexes means he’s hoovering over in a micro second as he also palms your mound as you moan into his mouth. “Do you consent Max?” You ask, knowing by the time he’s pounding you he will be drunk, “I do baby I do” he places his hand around your neck, not to harsh or forceful, but it means he can kiss your lips as he pushes you back into your pillows, & he glides his cock through your folds & into your core, your walls feeling every inch of his bare cock inside you.

Max is always silent during sex with you. It freaked you out the first few times, wondering if he felt anything due to him being dead, but he assured you he did, & that if he made noises it would shake more than just your body, the growl would shake the walls of the building. You learnt this when you had sex at his the first time. His sound proof room creaked as he plundered you. You enjoyed it but you love the pants & the eye contact he makes with you while he fulfils your needs. It’s intense beautiful yet disturbing & scary at the same time. You do make enough noise for the two of you. Each thrust you moan his name screaming at the end of any sex session. You moan into his mouth as he try’s to silence you with kisses which also keeps him quiet. His hand grips your throat further & makes you squeak, he wants to control your breathing, & by doing that makes you clamp down on his cock harder.

He stealthily withdraws, realising he was actually as well as his cock was pushing your knickers inside you, so he smoothly rolls them off your arse so they are now round your ankles, & then his relentless pace inside you starts again. A much firmer entry this time not holding back, a blistering pace to make you groan. He’s loving the sweet caress his hands are doing over your silk dress. Max doesn’t care that you’re covered by some slinky sexy material. Your breast are still hard & lifting the dress up as a tent due to his tease. As for your pussy, he is already inside you grunting, trying not to shout your name. He only needs to look at your face tonight, if he is going to go to euphoria with you. It’s not like he’s not seen your folds glistening for him before, though that’s his kryptonite. Seeing you masterbating as you are high on life is something else he would like you to do for him before you are turned into a Princess of darkness.

“Fuck Max fuck oooh yes yes” you body is pulsing at every thrust, every touch. You pull him close to you & lick the sweat off his long neck. Such a long neck. Perfect for nuzzling during a come down. Whoever got to feed on that neck before he was turned must have had an amazing time. He, she, they, them or a count, Max would have been delicious alive, because he’s pretty exceptional dead. He’s rocking into you hard, thrusting & biting his lip so he doesn’t cause your apartment to move. He is in a moment. He can feel the alcohol affecting him so he speeds up even more. His quick reflexes make him even faster than any man in the world, as his cock obliterates your core. You wonder as you sense your orgasm approaching, if he will be as fast when you also have these reflexes & speed. Not all vampires get the same power but you always pick one up from your master. You’re not his familiar but the deal is cast & he is the one who will be turning you.

You scream & growl “Fuck Maxie so bitey so big fuckkkkkk” & you cum. The orgasm hits you like a freight train & makes your whole body jolt & spiral. It’s the hardest you’ve ever had. Every sense is on fire igniting your being. You grasp his throat & can feel his rhythm change. He snarls & then digs his long nails into your hips. He fills you up, his seed coating you. He’s never asked if you were on birth control & has no idea if his swimmers actually could you pregnant, he’s dead after all. But you are on birth control just incase. As he slows & then leans into your body & whispers into your ear the 3 words you’ve always wanted to hear from any man. “I love you”. You gasp & kiss him deeply. When he’s done & collapses nuzzling into your neck, your stay in the embrace. You are sure for a second you can feel his heartbeat but then remind yourself he doesn’t have one. You eyes meet & he caresses your face. You sigh & say “I love you Max, beyond the forever, now help me sle…” Max blinks 3 certain ways to hypnotise you & you fall instantly asleep.

It’s the evening of the family reunion & it’s all gone well so far today. You’re a bit concerned, your cousin Amber is fretting about her husband who she argued with last night but he left the house & hasnt come home, but you’re also concerned that you’ve not heard from Max yet today. Usually he messages after he gets home from feasting on your neck & sex, so you will see it when you wake up. But not last night. You’ve message to remind him of tonight & that he is meant to be meeting your family & that you are sober, but not had a message back at all. So you’ve started drinking properly again & are on your 6th glass of champagne.

“Come do the monster mash” your sister try’s to drag you to the dance floor at your grandparents hotel that they own but you shake your head “no no no, my feet hurt to much from dancing last night, I can’t do it…” “did the hangover cure not fully work then?” Comes the smouldering tones from behind your left shoulder. You turn your head & smirk, pulling the biggest innocent but sexy eyes you have. Max is in a Black suit, white shirt & red tie. Hair pristinely in place. The perfect look to introduce any new boyfriend to your family “well I did get a very very good night sleep” you blush. He’s purposefully slow walking towards you before your fling your arms round his neck. He’s not hesitant in his kiss at all, rounding around your lips, kissing you with all the warmth in the world. His eyes dazzle back at you as you as always fall under his vampiric spell. He blinks once to make sure your still not hypnotised from last night & you pull on his dark red tie & lean in for the next kiss, only for your sister to say “erm hello I am still here, please finally introduce me to Maxie” you giggle & face her, as his hands pull you in close to his body. This is a big thing for him tonight, he doesn’t want you out of his grasp.

The last person you need to introduce Max to is your Grandpa which could be very awkward. “I’ve warned you about this Max okay please try & be you, but not you” Grandpa wheels over in his wheelchair & grabs Max hand firmly to shake it. Max hisses a little. “Max Grandpa was a priest, Max is Recruitment Manager & Motivational Influencer” you state. Years of touching holy water, means there’s still some residue on your Grandpa plus he had been to church that morning, Church & vampires don’t mix. “So will you make a honest woman out of my little snack” he asks. Max looks at you confused “snack?” He asks “when I was 4 I used to run round this hotel on a snack hunt, irritating the staff, so I became little miss snack” you giggle with your Grandpa & Max if he could would blush, he can feel he’s a little bit embraced as that’s his name for you too. “Yes, we’ve had a complicated relationship for a long time but I’m finally ready to commit to this, forever & beyond that” Max devilish smile is on his face as you sip more champagne “well if you do I still have my license, if I’m still around I can marry you in the name of…” “Grandpa!” You shout, trying to make sure Max doesn’t hear the word God & start to enrage, especially as he is a man of God, it would be too easy for Max to start devouring him. “It’s okay my beloved, your offer is sweet sir” Max says grabbing your hand “but my family, well there’s a lot of us, we have a very special commitment ceremony that happens, it takes place over lots of days & is very enjoyable” “I’m sure you can fit one more tradition in there for the brides family, all my grandkids have got married by my in my old church under God watchful protection”. You couldn’t stop it that time, Max is making a fist with his hand & is doing some heavy breathing. “Grandpa im sure that we will be able to sort something out with his, but Max & I still need to discus a few things before we get to that point” “well hurray up & decide you two, your not going to live forever & neither am I & id like to give you both a blessing” as he says that word he grabs both your hands, which sting Max as the grip is much firmer.

You leave your Grandpa & head into the garden for some air. Max did his best but all of that has made him uncomfortable & seething. He is proud he didn’t lose control for you, however if he doesn’t drink soon, he may snap into his full monster if provoked by anyone. Out of your hand bag you produce a small vile for him of your blood from when you cut yourself accidentally the other day & automatically thought to save us much as you could for Max. It’s not much but he smiles & it’s gone in 3 gulps. “Little does your Grandpa know that we will live forever my beloved” he tentatively kisses you, trying desperately not to bite your lip for more blood “he also wouldn’t like to know that I was born in the year 1916 & am older than him, imagine that.”Max chuckles “me finding my souls mate who’s 72 years younger than me” “& you don’t look a day over 35” you giggle & finish your alcoholic drink. He looks deeply into your eyes before he kisses you with hunger & desire. You push him away slightly & raise a finger to his lips. “Maybe we should both be drunk for the end of this party?” You ask, Max raises an eyebrow “the flows from your finger is not good enough to cure you baby” he says “that is true but why don’t you concentrate on sucking my finger while I…” your other hand is undoing his belt buckle. “Oooh my little snack oooh yes” he licks up your finger, when you both suddenly hear a high pitched scream from the house of Sheer panic.

You both run back inside when you see Amber screaming hysterically at everyone. She’s just been asked to go & identify a body that they think might belong to her husband. “Max can drive her there he doesn’t drink, I’ll come with you baby” you volunteer the two of you & you head off. “It’s okay Amber I’m sure it’s a false alarm it’s fine.” “But they said on the phone it was like he had been eaten by a lion, whoever’s body it is, even if it’s not Kanes, im scared to look at” you calm her down in the back seat of the car, her dad mum & 2 siblings are following in a Taxi. “Im sure he’s fine, no one would hurt him” “yes they would he’s not a good person” & that when you can see through here tears the bruises on her face. “Did he…” “every night for the last month he’s either physically or mentally abused me, he left in anger when I said we didn’t need to walk around the block with the dog again last night, he punched my face, called me a whore & then left…” you sit there saying reassuring things to her. However it’s only when she gets out of the car & heads into the station with her family, that Max sighs & puts his foot down to drive away very suddenly.

“Max what the hell what’s up” you say as you crawl Into the front passenger seat from the back of the car, he slows down as you attempt this, but speeds away once your in the seat “did he have a buffalo tattoo?” “What!?” “Her husband Kane did he have a buffalo tattoo?” “He had lots of tattoos Max I’m not sure…” you pause & then look concerned “was the dog a Jack Russell?” You ask & his face looks embraced as he turns to face you “MAX!!!” You scream & he does an emergency stop. You’re panting & in a panic,”did you kill & eat Kane? Did you! DID YOU!?!?” Your stare is hard, if Max had a soul this look would be destroying it. “Max you promised me a year ago, you had stopped eating people at random. There’s no excuse for this at all” “he was abusing her” “two wrongs don’t make a right Max! I can’t believe it, I though you were on the straight & narrow” you grab your bag & go to undo the car door but it’s locked “Max let me out I…” be he speeds off into the Forrest, jolting you back into the chair in panic.

“Max, let me out, Max, I can’t do this, you’re scaring me baby, please I want to be alone, please” He stops the car & you face him. He’s not looking at you, but you can tell he’s angry. “Max please, drive me home please, please please…”& then you freeze, he’s turned to face you in his full vampiric hunting form. His eyes are dark crimson Red, his fangs long & his growl is earth moving. The car & trees surrounding you shake from the noise he just made. You’re petrified to the seat & can’t move. “Max no, Max I can’t, Max let me go I…I… ahhhh”… He lunges forward.

You leap out of bed screaming & you hear your alarm going off. “MAX!” You scream ferociously & you see he is in your kitchen in his briefs washing his hands. He turns around startled before dashing back into the bedroom “what is it my beloved, what’s wrong” you grab your phone & check the date, & time silencing the alarm, the family party starts in just over 2hs. It was all just a dream? Your breathing is raged & you know to calm it you should hug Max to feel him being cool against your skin, but you don’t want to until you hear him confirm something. “I�� I had a dream while i slept in your hypnosis” “&..” he asks while caressing your knuckles & checks you are fully out of his trance. “last night before you drank from me, you said you’d snacked on someone who was abusive & was walking a dog… did you kill him… did he have a Jack Russell?” Max laughs, “of course I didn’t kill him, I don’t do that anymore, why did you dream I did?” “But it was a Jack Russell right?” Max sighs “yes it was” you go to complain but Max continues “I hypnotised him then ruined his mental state & then started to drink him but he had been smoking pot, so I just dumped his hypnotised ALIVE body back on the porch. The reason I was late getting to you was because I hate blood that tastes of drugs, so I wanted to clean up first, if I’m gonna drink from my best supply I don’t want my mouth contaminated” you blush a little. “Sorry Max I dreamed you murdered him & then kidnapped & tried to devour me instead of turning me” Maxs grabs your hand, “the only thing I want to devour of yours is that glorious little cunt you have”

He straddles across you on the bed, & pushing you into the mattress, before finally Removing your red silk night dress exposing your naked body to him. “Do I have time for a taste before you have to leave?” He mumbles as he trails kisses down your neck. His large hands palming & squeezing your breasts. “I think you’ve only got time for one, I need A shower before I go, so sex or oral baby? You pick” you giggle. The way he sits up & puts his thumbs in his waist band answers your question. “I want to make your walls quiver around me while I fuck your precious little cunt” he releases his length stroking it leisurely before swiping it through your slick to lubricate it. You gasp as he nudges nearer & the you wrap you legs round his waist. “I know you have all the speed & vigour in the world baby, but I want you to fuck me like you would have when you were human” he giggles a little “so rampant after the Second World War sex it is then” you laugh & go to speak but your voice turns into a whine as he slots his penis inside you & starts rocking his hips.

Max sighs as he hears you gasp for air, his cock sliding through your walls as he rocks into you. One had on you hip massaging it, the other between your two bodies teasing your clit, the way he knows you like it. “Over 70 years of sex dead or alive, has helped me work out what to do with a woman’s body when she’s needy bbbuutttt…..oooooh fuck” you push into him & he can feel every inch of your core “but I….”he’s panting “I’ve never had a cunt as responsive as yours my beloved” Max rolls his head back & the shoulders jutter, his torso breathing breathily. He may not have blood or a pulse but it still doesn’t mean he can’t get a work out or out of breath as he has sex with you. “Max your talking during sex, should I be concerned…” “no my love, just RTwwaeeeerrr Arghhh” he grabs onto your hip & growls loudly & you can not just feel your body move & respond to his passion but you can feel the bed frame wobble. If this was hard fast vampiric sex you’d expect this but no, this is because his growling & talking, it’s is actually shaking your bedroom. You swing your arms round his neck & pull him down to you “kiss me through it Max, that will keep us both quiet & keep the building in one piece”.

Lips of desire, that for over 90 years have kissed countless women. Have feasted on everyone & everything, that can kill you in an instant. Which house fangs sharper than a butchers knife. Poison coursing through his veins & a curse of the undead. & yet when his mouth connects with yours in this moment, it’s sweet, silent & succulent. He has decided you are his undead souls mate, you were just drawn together. He’s never had this connection with another person before or after being turned. & he’s looked, oh has Max tried everyone, but now here he is with you in your 1 bed apartment in 2023, on the city outskirts, making love to you a receptionist for a local adverting company, pounding into your pussy at the slowest rate he can (which is still fast compared to most men) knowing your blackout blinds won’t fail, & that the only burning sensation he will have is his frozen heart trying to come back to life to make you stay & not go to your family party. He loves you & he can’t wait to have you as his when he has turned you. You might be normal & boring to the rest of the world, but you are the person Max has been searching for all his extraordinary life.

As your lips part he has to go faster he needs more friction, more moans from you. If your neighbours hear he doesn’t care. In 4months time you’ll be living together as vampiric soul mates else were. Let them complain about your moaning, you’re both having fun & not hurting anyone. His pelvis is thrusting & his cock throbs as he can feel you tighten more against him “Maxie ooooh Max fuck fuck fuckkkkkkk” “arghhhhhh” Max growls & the painting on the walls start to shake as he screams the words “this fucking cunt is insane”. Those words & the glass in a frame shattering make you both cum within 4 thrusts of each other. You shut your eyes & scream in desire before you feel his hot lips, covered in sweat from his face, lock with yours. “Fuck yes baby oh ooooooh my g…” he shhhs you before you can say the word god. It’s always been hard to to scream that during sex with him.

After snuggling for a few minute you realise what the time is & know you’ve got to get a move on. You shower & get dressed “ooooh you’ve gone for Dark Red & Gold I see, I’ll make sure to pick out my tie that matches” Max giggles & you throw a pillow at him as he wraps his dressing gown around him.”it’s a ruby wedding anniversary it makes sense doesn’t it & you are sure you’ve got my grand parents address, remember he…” “used to be a … yes yes I know my beloved” & he follows you to the door of your apartment. You wrap your arms around him & deliver 3 pecks to his lips. He tries to bite it on the third. “Remember not to eat any of my family later okay, especially Kane even tho he deserves it” He laughs & stands in the door frame as you step into the natural daylight in the hall way to leave the building “why would I want to bother with them, when I can snack on you later, especially as I’m driving, drink all you want baby, I can get high off you later.” You lean back in & kiss him once more “Oooh Maxie, always so bitey” you say as you let go of him. “7pm see you then” he calls out as you leave your building. You get in the taxi & send him a message

*were both each others snack baby*

*well I’d best get some sleep to work up all my appetites for tonight then could be a long night*

You smile at his reply, realising that soon he will be your forever. He might no longer have you as a snack, but you both know that forever with each other won’t be long enough for the plans you have.

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MOSSSSSSS. I just caught up on frmb!

Miyuki and Eijun's relationship is SO cute in these chapters. The scene where they spot everyone in the crowd, giving them the boost they need to close the game out!!! And then the reunion with their family and friends!!! And Miyuki chooses that moment to confront reader about the costume contest!!! Lmao…

Miyuki's self-blame and shouldering of all the responsibility for the calls. It's SO him. I love that you've written reader as someone who is constantly reminding him that they're willing to help shoulder that too.

SPEAKING OF READER. There's SO MUCH relationship progression here omg! Miyuki mother hen-ing reader about their knee! The petulant "Eijun did it" with the hug??? The little touch of reader's neck??? Grabbing their hand??? Reader cleaning his face??? Miyuki coming around with reader's cane??? The paparazzi scene with Miyuki being SO considerate??? The hand-holding after??? MOSS. You're killing me.

“So, you can tell me you love me but you won’t drive my car?” PLEASE Miyuki I will do anything you ask of me. (This is not true, I will give him shit forever)

AND CHRIS. He plays such a small but stable background role in these chapters. After all of this wildness is over, I cannot WAIT to start writing that dang Chris fic, you're making me love him so hard, even as a side character.

I can't WAIT for more Halloween stuff! Eijun as a lil kitty T_T what a precious image. And Miyuki's self-consciousness about the Tombo glasses is SO endearing.

I know you always apologize for the gameplay parts in the notes but honestly I loved them lol. I love that you intersperse the action on the field with crowd/reader/friend reactions and conversation to break it up and make it feel alternately social and tense like a real game. PLUS like…they play baseball, there's obviously going to be some baseball! Just curious: are these gameplay sections based off of real games too?

Ugh sorry I keep meaning to read the frmb updates as they come out so I can lose my mind in your asks every week but instead I have written you this condensed wall of text lol

HIIII FROGGY finally getting around to actually answering this but just know i read it when i first got it and just :DDD <3333 so thank you so much

thank you!!! miyuki really is the person to shoulder all the blame, particularly as eijun’s catcher and then considering the stakes of the game and where they are at… he and eijun both have their moments of struggle throughout this whole thing handling the pressure of the playoffs. but reader is there to help! and their family and friends too!!! 

YUP we are still in the slow burn stages but things really are trucking along and start trucking along during these games!!!! especially their talks afterward!! it’s truly a persisting theme here and really does inform their actions and interactions with each other when playoffs finally end (as we can see with the paparazzi stuff but also miyuki very willing to tell her to call him by his first name before they got interrupted (which is on me sorry i couldn’t help myself we have a little more ways to go!) and then also miyuki being a little shit about reader telling him that she loves him HAHA)

WOOOOO happy to constantly push my chris agenda 😎 i just can’t help myself. i was like. i need a character to do all those things and be here. and who else can it be other than my number one daiya boy, the reason i got into it, mr. chris!!!! i, too, cannot wait to see what you will write!!!! (but as always take your time i will be happily here ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹)

eijun really did look cute but he hated it because miyuki was being, yet again, a little shit about all of it LMAOOO. but it’s ok the glasses evened out the playing field HAHA

AHH thank you for saying that :’) genuinely so relieved to hear it. my thing was i lack that experience with Actual gameplay so i was kind of shooting in the dark and by the time we got to posting this stuff, i was like. Hm. maybe too much. and also at the risk of not being accurate? but you are right! it’s a baseball fic! also again very very glad to hear that you enjoyed it anyway!!! with that, no, the gameplay sections were not based off real games, other than a couple parallels with their game against the astros being 18 innings (but with the mariners winning this time 😎) i just made it up and hoped it was good KSDJFK

and it’s totally okay!!!!! take your time!! it’s honestly so nice of you to send in these asks at all and to read the fic too!!! no apology necessary froggy ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🫶🫶 i don’t mind the length, just am very appreciative of any support at all! so thank you sm for all of this, it was so lovely 🫶🫶🫶

[c0ffinshit]

Lust For Life (Robert Renfield x Reader) PART ONE

a/n: since yall liked my headcanons so much, i thought “why not” and decided to write this. after a while (aka like four days), i finally finish this fic wooooo! i hope yall like it!

word count: 1,264

warnings: blood, swearing, renfield is such a bottom lol, fake dating (if you squint )

New Orleans was a place I would not have thought to live in; hot and filled with crime, it's basically a waking nightmare. The worst part is seeing those teens crawling along the walls of the Whole Foods near my home. Their large, garish video cameras; records them as they walk into the building, shouting loudly about what they plan to do there. Honestly, I forget why I moved here in the first place. I had been a retail worker for a year, making ends meet. It was a cold night, and I had just gotten off work when I saw a man walking toward me. His hair was dark against his pale skin, and his suit was filled with holes and rips. His fingers were long and covered in a dark, smooth texture.

"Can I help you?" I ask politely.

It almost looked like he didn’t hear me. The man continues to slowly walk toward me.

"Hi-yes, please help me," he quickly said.

I noticed that the man looked even more different up close. He seemed very chipper but timid. His icy blue eyes felt as if he was looking right through me. He looked great, better than I expected.

"(Y/N), you know this boy?” one of my coworkers yells.

"Um, yeah, I do. This man is my-" I pause, looking at him. "Boyfriend." I spit out.

Suddenly, the man entered my field of vision again. His hair followed above his ears, forming a shaggy comb-over on his head. He looked at me with a curious look in his eyes.

"Really? What’s his name?" he asks suspiciously. I look over at the man, looking for an answer.

I, of course, dodge the question. "Yes, we talk all the time. We’re best friends."

"I wouldn’t say that," the man mumbles in reply.

"Seriously? You call this poor boy your boyfriend, and you can’t even tell me his name." my coworker replied.

"Shut up, Jim." I replied, "I do know his name."

"Don’t you think you should say it then?"

A long pause. "C’mon. Can we not fight in front of your so-called boyfriend?" Jim looked past me, and I could feel the man’s eyes fall toward the ground.

"No, you’re right, Jim. This boy has intrigued me as she did all those months ago. Let me talk to him just a bit longer." I say.

"Aw, fine," he rolls his eyes. As I got closer, I noticed even more stains and holes on his shirt. His shoes seemed like they were too big for his feet. He seemed ancient.

"Listen, man, I am so sorry about that boyfriend thing. My coworker is so nosy sometimes and doesn’t know when to keep things to himself."

He turns around and looks at me. "It's fine; I can find help elsewhere. It’s no worry."

"You don’t get it. I didn’t say I wouldn’t help." I say, letting my bag fall to the ground. "What can I help you with?"

The man’s eyes slowly look at my body. "It is hard to explain-"

"Hit me. I’ve done some fucked-up shit before."

I tried to sound rigid when the “fucked up shit” in question was clean-up blood from a bloody nose I got yesterday.

He nods slowly. "Alright, follow me."

This is fucked. Here I am, following a man I just claimed was my boyfriend mere seconds ago, probably to a murder warehouse where I live out my final moments.

But I can’t help but want it. Wanting that danger and desire in my life. So, I followed him. His hands flex and tense as we walk to an alley a block from my job. Inside, he leads me to a man who appeared dead, covered in his blood. My body reminds me to keep up the edgy girl persona, but that all leave my body the moment; I see the blank expression on the body.

"JESUS CHRIST!" I yelp, covering my eyes.

The man is quick to hush me, covering my mouth. "Hey, it's okay. I didn’t kill this guy. I just found him."

He wipes his hands on his coat and holds my wrists gingerly. I drop my hands, briefly looking at the body again and at the strange man.

"Who are you?-" I ask, my voice shaking.

"Robert Montague Renfield, and everything is going to be fine-"

"THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF FINE ‘BERT!" I scream, my eyes trying to look away.

Renfield is quick to cover my mouth again. I want to scream even louder or maybe try and bite his hand. Nothing could’ve worked, though. We continue to stand like that until my breath slows. Renfield removes his hand, still worrying that I might scream again.

"Hush, you said you’d help. Please…" his eyes went soft, so vulnerable.

I nod my head. This is the scariest moment of my life.

"Okay… fine. I’ll do it." I say, giving in to defeat.

"Also, not that it matters, but it's Robert, not ‘Bert.’"

"That’s what I said, but okay. What do you want me to do?"

Renfield looks at the body and back at me, scanning me. His pupils dilate for a moment, looking at my face.

"You grab your feet. I’ll take the head."

I nod again and pick up my feet, picking up the corpse. People don’t exaggerate: dead weight is the heaviest. Renfield grabs the head by its hair and slowly moves it into the palms of his hands, covering the ears. He jerks his head, ushering me to move with him. I stumble along with him to what I assume is his car. Starting with the hair, we shove him into the trunk. Renfield takes one final look and closes the door.

"Thank you for helping me… I’m sorry I completely forgot to ask your name." Renfield lets out a long sigh. "It's been a long night."

I giggle. "It's fine, really. It's (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)..." he repeats. "What a beautiful name."

"Well, it's no Renfield." I laugh.

Renfield extends his hand to me. I look at it puzzlingly. I believe he wants me to shake his hand.

Suddenly, his eyes go wide. I look down to see that I’m sparkling under the moonlight. My body glitters as if I was a diamond.

"It's body glitter… like Twilight. Y’know sparkly vampires… Edward Cullen."

"Oh." Robert places his extended hand over his chest. "I thought you were really oily or something. I get what you mean."

"No, but I’ve always wanted to meet a vampire." I picture a strong and kind-hearted vampire man covered in blood. I wanted to meet a vampire and fall in love with a vampire.

"Well… I know a guy. I mean- he’s my boss, but I don’t think he’d mind." Robert mumbles.

My eyes go wide. Yes, finally! I will have time to live out my own Louis from Interview with a Vampire moment. Maybe I’ll become a vampire. That would rule!

"Yes, I think it’d be cool to meet him… if he’s available."

Renfield eyes me for a second, "Okay, do you want to drive, or shall I?"

"I’ll drive. It's alright. Now, gimme those car keys."

As he tosses me his car keys, I take note of what he has. A small, white cat keychain hangs off what looks to be an apartment key. Taking a closer look, I notice that if I move the keychain, the cat’s eyes look in my direction. Before getting too distracted, I hop in the car and turn on the engine, slowly backing out of the parking space.

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😭 Rough Day 😔

A Katja x GN! Soul Rider Reader fanfic!

WOOOOO !!! Last req done!!! I honestly did not expect the fic to take this long but I kept getting distracted playing mini metro london 😭😭😭 so that’s why it took a while 😔. Also I kept remaking it bcs my brain has sadly turned into silly putty so it took me a few tries to find summ i was happy with 💔💔💔 this might be a bit short? So I’m sorry for that :( 💔 Ty @ mistfalldruid for the req!!! :D ❤️❤️❤️ anyways enjoy!!! :D ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: you have a rough day and you tell Katja all about it

Warnings: none.

You ride side by side with Katja. you have a strong grip on your reins your knuckles turning white you’re angry. You’re talking to Katja, and your horses walk along a trail as you talk. You had a lot of stuff happen to you today all of it bad and all of it in a row. Every time you thought ‘hey at least it can’t get worse from here’ it got worse. The first thing that happened wasn’t too bad you had gotten splashed by water thanks to someone riding right into a puddle unaware that it was there. You weren’t badly splashed, and it was just an accident, so you told the rider not to worry about it. You went into your stable to dry off and that’s when you found the second thing. You walked in to find your horse had gotten out of their stall and into the tack room they made a huge mess and ate some treats. You cleaned the room up and you tacked up your horse going for a ride. You rode to Valedale meeting up with Rhiannon for soul riding. She gave you three things to do and on the last lesson which was evading lightning your horse didn’t have enough time to turn and they came to a hard stop which caused you to fall off of them. They caught you completely by surprise as they did their hard stop and that’s what caused you to fall off. You fell onto your side, and you were covered by dirt and mud Rhiannon rushed to help you and you thanked her for the help, but you were extremely embarrassed. When you were all cleaned up and you finished all you had to do for Rhiannon you rode home stopping when you heard your phone ring in your pocket. You grabbed it from your pocket to see who was calling you and that’s when you got your last surprise of the day. Your phone’s screen was shattered when you fell it shattered how you didn’t feel or hear it was a mystery to you, but you knew from the look of the screen that you were going to need a new phone. You went home absolutely tired and sore from your fall. Your day was awful and all you wanted to do now was cry yourself to sleep and just forget about all the shit that happened today. life of course had other plans because as soon as you started crying you heard the door of your home open and then you heard your girlfriend tell you she was home. When Katja didn’t get a response back she looked for you all around the house eventually finding you in your room crying. Katja did her best to try and comfort you but you wouldn’t tell her what was wrong she couldn’t do much she decided to let you cry. She knew you had most likely had a rough day and needed to cry it out. Katja made sure you were fine and comfy, and she told you to find her in the kitchen once you were ready to talk. She walked out of the room leaving you alone to give you space so you could cry. You appreciated the fact that she didn’t keep asking you what was wrong and gave you space. When you were done crying you went to the bathroom to freshen up and once you were ready you went to the kitchen to see Katja. The woman sat at the table with a book in hand and a teacup in front of her which you originally thought was hers. When she heard you walk into the kitchen she looked away from her book and to you asking you if you were ok. You shook your head you still felt bad about all the shit that happened today. Katja frowned when you shook your head, and she stood up putting down the book and grabbing the teacup she walked over to you. She handed the cup to you and told you it was to help with the stress. You enjoyed the tea, and she asked you about what had happened today you didn’t really want to talk yet still too upset to so Katja suggested something she knew would cheer you up. The woman asked if you wanted to go riding and you accepted knowing a nice ride could do you good. Now here you were riding with Katja telling her all the crap that had happened today. Katja listened and she looked to you and then to your hands seeing how hard you were holding onto the reins she pats your thigh making you look at her and she gestured to your hands.

You looked to where she gestured and you blushed as you saw how hard you were holding the reins. You loosened up your grip on them and Katja didn’t comment on the blush normally she would tease you but you weren’t feeling good so she wouldn’t right now…maybe later. “I’m sorry your day was awful” she hummed and smiled “I think you might have a new record for most shitty things to happen to a person in a row on Jorvik.” She was playing with you in an attempt to cheer you up and it worked you laughed and nodded “I think I do yeah” you huffed and covered your face as you felt your blush get worse “I still can’t believe Rhiannon saw me fall off.” Your horse neighed apologizing for the hard turn, and you gave them a pat to let them know you weren’t mad you could never be mad at your silly horse. Katja laughed as she thought about how funny it must have looked when you fell, and she knew you must have read her mind because you nudged her and told her to “stop laughing!” Katja looked away from you trying to hide her smile “I’m not laughing.” You huffed when you heard her hold back laughter “yes you are!” you started laughing too “stop it! I’m being serious!” Katja began to laugh again, and she looked to you “make me!” she nudged Mortifa’s sides, and the mare sprinted. Katja had started a game trying to fully get your mind off of what happened today. You clicked your tongue and your horse ran after Mortifa. The two horses neighed loudly as they galloped, they were both having fun and so were you and Katja. Thanks to the game you were both playing you were now feeling much better. Katja’s game had the effect she wanted. All the stuff that happened earlier today didn’t matter anymore all that mattered right now was having a good time with your girlfriend.

TY FOR READING ❤️❤️❤️🐎🐎🐎

[kwinsispn3]

Little Wonders

anon request: Hi! Since your requests are open can you write a dean x daughter fic. So basically the daughter is a teen and it's a bunch of sweet moments all from the daughters childhood like from the first time he held her, her being a kid, her getting good grades in school and it finally leads up to her coming out as Bisexual to her dad? (He tells her that he loves her no matter what?) And she has like really long luscious hair but since she's coming out as bi she really wants to cut her hair and get a pixie cause well it represents her better and she asks dean if she can get a haircut and she does and he tells her that he's proud of her and that she looks gorgeous All this is really close to me and I hope you write it:) Sorry if it's detailed! Byeeeee❤

Word Count: 1,821

A/N: Hey y’all. Thanks for the requests! And bearing with me and this account. Hope you enjoy! (also I thought a good song to listen to for this fic is Little Wonders by Rob Thomas)

The day Y/n Winchester was born, was the day Dean Winchester’s life changed forever. 

It wasn’t something Dean had in mind, having a kid of his own, but holding his little girl for the first time swaddled in a little pink blanket and looking into her hazel eyes was something so special and indescribable. His heart was filled with immediate love, and he knew from that day on he was going to do everything in his power to keep her safe.

“Y/n, meet your uncle Sammy.” Dean smiled as he handed the bundled up infant to his little brother.

“She’s beautiful, Dean.” Sam smiled down at his niece. 

Dean smiled too, but he had a lot of thoughts on his mind. He had never felt a love like this in his entire life. He was incredibly content, but also terrified. Thinking about the life he and his brother had lived so far, how was he going to raise a kid with all the chaos and hunting? It was a constant back and forth for a while, but she was here, and it was real. He knew he had to protect her and try his best to make her feel safe and loved. 

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“Daddy!” Y/n yelled out as she ran up to her dad who was waiting outside the elementary school.

“Hey! There she is. How was your day?”

“Good. Look what I made today.” Y/n held up a picture she painted in art class, excited to show it off to her dad.

“Woah, since when did you become a little artist? This is going up on the fridge.”

“My teacher said it was very creative.”

“She is correct, c’mon lets get back home, uncle Sammy is waiting.” Dean said as he guided Y/n to the impala, opening the back door to let her scoot in. 

“All buckled?” Dean asked, leaning over the front seat.

“Yes!”

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Dean sat in the school bleachers on the football field, watching his daughter play in her soccer game. It was such a beautiful sunny day, there weren’t any hunts that him and his brother were working on so they took the opportunity to support their little girl.

Y/n ran across the field with her team, juggling the ball between her feet as she passed her opponents. 

“Let’s go Y/n!!” Dean shouted.

The ball got passed back and forth between her and her teammates. It came back to her as she got closer to the goal, taking her chance as she had a clear shot. With one swift kick, the ball flew right into the goal, scoring the final point making her team the winning team.  All the girls jumped up and down, cheering together in a group. 

“Yes! We did it!” Y/n said with a smile brighter than the sun. She glanced over to the crowd to see her dad and uncle standing up, cheering and clapping with the rest of the parents.

“WOOOOO!”

She smiled and waved at them both, running over to celebrate.

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Y/n walked through the door after a long day at school. Sam and Dean were sat down at the table, they looked serious.

“Hi? What’s going on?” She asked, nervous as to what they were gonna say. 

“We got your report card.” Sam announced.

Y/n sighed. She had totally forgotten that report cards were sent out that day, not remembering how her grades were looking.

“I-”

“It looks great! Sweetie, you’re nearly an A student, I’m so proud of you!” Dean smiled, showing her the paper.

“Wait really?!”

“Yeah really! This is better than I ever did. How’d you get so smart?” Dean chuckled.

“Must get it from Sammy.” She laughed with them.

“You, ma’m, deserve something. Go ahead and chose whatever you want for dinner, and desert.”

“Yay! Can we have burgers and ice cream?”

“Of course, I don’t know who would say no to that.” 

“Maybe uncle Sammy if he’s craving some rabbit food.” Y/n joked.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I think I can enjoy burgers with you guys. I feel attacked.”

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It wasn’t long before Y/n found out what Sam and Dean really did for a living. Well, not so much a living, but their actual job they did. It was obviously a shocking surprise that took a while for her to get used to, but she adjusted after time passed.

Dean was very strict about Y/n being involved in the hunting life. She had lived a pretty normal life outside of what the two of them did. He was always fearing the worst when it came to Y/n and having the Winchester name.  She wasn’t well known yet in the hunting community and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want any monsters using her against them. 

Y/n however had other desires. She of course looked up to her dad, and it was hard for her to be excluded from that. 

“Dad? Can I ask you something?” She asked nervously.

“What’s up?”

“When am I gonna be able to hunt with you and uncle Sam?” Dean sighed, it wasn’t the first time she had asked, but she was only 13. It was always a frustrating conversation, having to put her down and tell her she couldn’t.

“Sweetheart, you know how I feel about you being involved in all of this. It’s very dangerous. I don’t want anything to happen to you, I’d never be able to forgive myself if it did.”

“I know dad, but I could train and get really good. I wouldn’t slow you guys down and I’d listen to everything you’d want me to do.” Y/n said desperately.

“I appreciate it, I really do. It’s just not something we can risk right now, I’m sorry.”

....................

High school became hell for Y/n. It was so much different from middle school, and she wasn’t expecting it to be that way. She tried her best to make friends and fit in but it always felt like everything was going against her. From that point on, she always felt that something was different about her. 

It wasn’t until she was 17 that she figured out part of herself, specifically her sexuality. It was the first time she was sure of something. Y/n was really thankful she had a few friends to talk to about it.

“Guys, I don’t know. I want to tell him but I have no idea how he is going to react. I feel like it’s something he wouldn’t know how to deal with. What if he doesn’t love me because of it?”

“Y/n, no offense, but you sound crazy. I mean, I understand your worries, but it’s better if you just tell your dad. After all, you guys are like really close, right?” 

“Yeah, I just don’t think he would be expecting me to share that with him.”

“I know it’s a scary thing, but you should tell him. It would get it off your chest. No matter what, this is something you’re sure of, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

“I think I’ll tell him later this week, he’s working a lot this week, I’d rather him not have anything else on his mind.”

“You’ll do great. You got this! And just know that we’ll always be here to support you.”

“Thanks guys, that means a lot.”

The thought of coming out as bisexual was terrifying, her dad was one of the most important people in her life. If he didn’t accept her, she would be crushed. Y/n waited until Dean got home from his hunt with Sam to tell him.

“We’re home!” Sam announced as the two men descended down the bunker stairs. 

“Hey!” Y/n said with a little shakiness in her voice. She had been pacing all evening, thinking about what she was going to say, thinking about what Dean would say.

The boys set their bags down on the table, starting to unpack and discuss how the hunt went, until Y/n chimed in.

“Hey dad, could I talk to you for a sec.... privately?”

The two brothers exchanged looks, Sam giving Dean an understanding look as he casually left the room. 

“What did you need to talk to me about?”

“Can we sit down?” Y/n asked. 

Dean pulled up a chair and joined her. Y/n sat there for a minute, fidgeting her hands, biting the inside of her lip.

“Hey, whatever it is you need to tell me, don’t worry about it. That’s what I’m here for, kiddo.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay, um. Just don’t freak out.”

“What.... are you pregnant?!”

“No! no, nothing like that... um, I’m bisexual.” Y/n just said it. Looking up at her dad with a worried expression, waiting for a response.

Dean had visibly relaxed and thought for a moment. “Okay. I’m glad you’re telling me.”

“Are you okay with that? You don’t like... hate me or anything now?”

“What? No, of course not. Sweetheart, I want you to be comfortable with yourself, you shouldn’t worry about what I think about it, and I don’t hate you. You’re my daughter, I want you to love yourself not matter what. And if you feel a certain way about your sexuality, embrace it. It doesn’t make you any different of a person. I totally accept that, one hundred percent.”

Y/n released the tension in her muscles, not expecting all of that to be said, but her heart was filled with so much joy hearing that from her dad. 

“You really think so? You’re okay with it?” 

“Of course. Again, I love you no matter what, and nothing will ever change that.” Dean smiled.

“I love you dad.”

“I love you too Y/n”

....................

A month had passed since Y/n came out as bisexual. She had been thinking about getting her hair cut short ever since. She had long hair her whole life, and cutting it was something she wanted to do, she thought it would be so freeing. 

Dean had obviously agreed to let her get a haircut. She didn’t mention how short she wanted to go, she wanted to do it regardless of what anyone thought. She knew it would be a different surprise to her dad and uncle, but she didn’t care. This was something that she knew she wanted, it would match her inner self image that she had been dreaming about since she knew she was bisexual. 

Later that day, Y/n came down the bunker stairs, brushing the short bangs of her newly fresh pixie cut off her forehead.

“Hi.” She announced, causing both boys heads to turn. 

“Wow!” Both said in unison.

“So... does it look okay?” Y/n questioned.

Dean walked over to his daughter, placing his hands on her shoulders. “It looks beautiful, Y/n. Do you like it?”

“Yes, I really do.”

“Good, that's all that matters. I’m proud of you.” Dean smiled as he brought Y/n in for a hug.

Requests are open! Taglist:

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[oddaodd]

· For Ages ·

Summary: Y/n falls for her lifelong friend, Tommy. 

Warnings: SPOILERS for season 2 and all next seasons, mentions of smut, death and alcohol.

Author’s note: Wooooo first fic of 2021! Happy new year everyone, I wish you all the loveliest of years! ✨❤️

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Tommy and her had been friends for ages, they had always been each others rock. The moment y/n had laid eyes on him she knew he was her person. When Tommy left for war she spent endless nights crying over his absence and when he came back she spent endless nights in his bedroom because talking to her helped keep the shovels at bay. 

But much to y/n’s dismay they never did more than talking. You see, she had been harboring a secret From Tommy. One she doubted would ever share with him. She had fallen for him. 

Grace’s arrival in Birmingham made y/n burry her secret even deeper into her soul. She cherished Tommy too much to loose him over an unwanted sentimental confession. Y/n saw how happy the Irish barmaid made Tommy and she didn’t want to keep him from that happiness. He needed that happiness. Having that in mind she decided to let things play out, not too worried about the outcome because after all, she expected Grace to leave after a while. 

But then Tommy told her he was marrying Grace. 

What do you think?” He asked. She was the only person whose opinion mattered to him. 

“I-I think it’s great” she lied through a fake smile “I’m happy for you Tommy”  

There was a heavy silence that y/n feared allowed Tommy to tell just how she was feeling. 

“I have news too” she continued “Im going to Hertfordshire” 

“Why?” 

“I’ve been needing some country air” 

And so before the wedding Y/n left. The county air did do her good. She knew it would be unbearable to see the love of her life married to another and each time she thought of Tommy she went and took long walks on the many flower fields that surrounded her property. 

She got news of Grace’s passing and was tempted to return to Birmingham, but she didn’t know if she could face Tommy so she just wrote him a letter. Days and months passed and she was convinced she would spend the rest of her life in the old country state, but then she got a black hand and shortly after, a call from Tommy urging her to go back to Birmingham. Apparently the Changrettas  knew she used to be awfully close to the family.  

She arrived in Birmingham and was surprised to see a broken family. She could tell Tommy was hurting and though she tried to comfort him all Tommy did was push her away. 

One night a knock called Y/n to her door. She opened it, seeing who she expected to see behind it and invited him in. That night they talked like they hadn’t in years and Y/n felt a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in ages. The alcohol started working its magic, Tommy began smiling at things y/n said, which he hadn’t done in ages. He knew it was partly because of the alcohol in his system but also he couldn’t not attribute a great part of his improved mood to y/n’s presence.  Y/n too became giddy and happy And with each sip she took from her glass she felt the chains that prevented her thoughts to traveling at how much she yearned for Tommy loosen. She wanted terribly to feel his lips pressed against her and his body on hers. 

“Y/n?” Tommy’s voice broke her thoughts. Apparently she had been staring at him intently enough for a drunk him to notice.  

“What?” She asked sobering up slightly. 

But Thomas didn’t speak again, his eyes were fixated on her lips and in the blink of an eye he was kissing her. He half expected her to push him away but she matched his need and force to the nail. 

The line y/n had drawn ages ago that she knew she shouldn’t cross in order to not jeopardize their friendship got painted over by Tommy’s touch and caresses. 

Her old bedroom became witness to her old fantasy from ages ago coming true. When their ecstatic breathings came back to normal y/n once again fixated her glance on Tommy who fixated his to her ceiling, a billion of thoughts crossing through his mind. The alcohol effect was wearing off which forced him to overthink what had just happened between them. 

Y/n tenderly placed a cold hand on his cheek prompting him to look at her. Her touch  seemed to startle him. Was he ready for it after Grace’s ? She noticed the doubt on his features and pulled her hand away “Sorry” 

“I have to get going” he mumbled standing up and getting dressed. 

Y/n looked at him in bewilderment . She wanted to ask him to stay but decided against it, curling into her bedsheets after she heard the sound of her door closing shut. 

The next morning she awoke with an aching heart and and anxious mind. Had what happened between them burnt the bond they shared? Knowing that the vendetta was bad enough she decided to not let her feelings show. 

Tommy grew guilty as he Painfully saw her fake smile at him whoever their eyes met for the following days. He wanted to tell her everything, he wanted to make it right, but he found his words lacking. Instead he too concealed his true emotions behind. 

Things went back to “normal” after a week or so. They would talk and sometimes drink together, but they never talked about what had happened in y/n’s old room. 

When the vendetta came to an end y/n found herself walking towards Charlie’s yard, the place had always provided her with an odd sense of comfort, like a warm blanket on a cold winter day. 

She sat on a box by the edge of the cut and let out a sigh. It was finally over. She began thinking of all the times she and Tommy had sat together on that very spot and contemplated life. All times that seemed long gone. 

And then as if by conjuring, the sound of Tommy’s boots walking on the gravel hit y/n’s ears. They grew closer and closer and y/n’s heart Began beating faster and faster. He sat next to her and produced his cigarette case and lighter from his coat. Offering her one and lighting it before his, both of them entering a peaceful silence. Tommy wasn’t a man of words but the fact that he was there with her told her he felt guilty. 

“Remember how we used to hide here when we were kids?” Came Tommy’s voice. 

Y/n glanced at him with a melancholy air and smiled sadly “And John used to get so upset that we never told him where our secret hiding spot was” 

“Yeah” Tommy began as Y/n let her head rest on his shoulder “he spent hours whining to Polly begging her to make me tell him” 

Y/n chuckled and Tommy felt his emotions stir at her movements “I could hear his tantrums from my house” 

It felt strange, talking about John. Raw, recent and intimate. It was the first time Tommy spoke about him since his death. He didn’t like it. Y/n took a look at him and saw conflict in his face. 

“Are you going back to Hertfordshire? He asked, abruptly changing the subject as he felt her eyes on him. 

She took one last long drag of her cigarette before putting it out and fixing her glance to the murky waters of the cut “I’m not sure” 

“Stay”  

“Why?” She blurted out. Taunting him like that felt dangerous, even after everything.

“I want you to stay” he confessed very shorty after y/n finished her question. 

Y/n turned back to look at him. Her eyes full of vulnerability and unspoken pleas. Tommy took his hand and caressed her cheek. An action that caused a small, almost unnoticeable gasp escape her lips. He began slowly inching closer to her lips, giving her time to back away if she didn’t want his touch, but she stayed perfectly still until she felt his lips pressing against hers. Her arms flung to his shoulders pulling him closer to her, he could never be too close. 

She felt her heart about to burst as the kiss deepened. Maybe it was the lack of alcohol that enhanced the feeling of Tommy’s tongue against hers, or maybe it was just because it was him, her Tommy from ages ago. 

She parted from his lips briefly and before kissing him again breathed “I’m not going anywhere”. 

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@captivatedbycillianmurphy @peakyxtommy @nyotamalfoy

[karmasuna]

》you have a crush on bobby pins

pairing; shinso x f!reader

genre; fluff

wordcount; 2235

synopsis; it’s shinso’s birthday and he gets a very peculiar gift from a mystery person.

a/n; wooooo it’s shinso day! this is purely self indulgent and also heavily inspired by this assclass karashuu fic by @/gwendee on ao3! they’re like my all time favorite writer yes i just-

“Happy birthday, Shinso!” 

“Thanks,” the purple haired boy glances back at the girl who had just walked past time, giving her a small smile just to be polite. 

He doesn’t know that girl, he thinks. Ever since he’s joined the hero course he’s been getting a lot more attention, which he guesses was to be expected. It’s not bad, he supposes, but it does stand in stark contrast from how they had treated him just a year ago, shunning him because of his quirk. It’s a nice change.

 Coming to a stop in front of his shoe locker, he opens it only to promptly be hit in the face by an onslaught of gifts and letters. Shinso sighs. 

“Isn’t this is a bit too much,” he mutters quietly as he bends down to pick them up, nose scrunching a little when he catches a whiff of all the combined perfumes the girls must have drowned their cards and presents in.

Behind him Kaminari whistles lowly, eyeing the small mountain. “Bro, you’re gonna catch up to Todoroki’s level in no time. That dude has two fanclubs just here at school, I seriously have no idea how he does it.”

Finally managing to get everything out of his locker he slips on his indoor shoes, tapping them gently the floor before looking up at the blonde, unamused. 

“Take whatever you want,” he gestures at the pile. “It’s not like I would be able to eat so much chocolate anyways. I don’t even like them that much.”

“Sweet,” the blonde flashes him a grin, already fishing out a bag from his backpack and wasting no time with shoving boxes in. “You’re the best.”

“You came prepared, didn’t you.” Shinso grabs the cards and envelopes, scanning through the names to see if anything catches his eye. Unsurprisingly, nothing does so he just tucks them away in his bag. Of course you hadn’t put something in his shoe locker, that’s just cliché.

Kaminari shrugs, standing up and heaving the bulging bag over his shoulder. “Bakugo never wants his presents either, so I’m ready for it.”

When he gets to the classroom he’s greeted by a chorus of birthday wishes and another small stack of gifts on his desk. These elicit a genuine smile from him. They’re from people who know him well and it shows in the unique presents they had each picked out. 

It’s sappy but the thought they put into the presents makes his heart warm, and he doesn’t even try to stop the fond smile creeping onto his face as he flips through the album Midoriya had given him, complete with cute little notes from everyone. 

His eyes widen when he gets to the bottom of the pile, looking at the small pouch in confusion. There’s a few bobby pins inside and a small scrap of notebook paper, unfolding it to see “happy birthday” hastily written in chicken scratch. Clearly whoever wrote it was either in a hurry or didn’t really put any effort into the gift.

It’s a strangely thoughtful present, he supposes. Maybe now his hair would finally stay out of his face even when he does his homework after school and his hair gel softens just enough to let a few wisps constantly poke at his eyes.

Shinso thinks long and hard about who possibly could have given him such a peculiar gift even as the school bell rings, tuning out Aizawa’s announcements as he gets lost in his own thoughts, eyes scanning the room for any potential answers. 

There’s no way it could’ve been a boy. Last time he checked none of them were beauty gurus, and he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t know how to even use a bobby pin either, including himself.

So it was most likely a girl then. He finds his thoughts automatically drifts toward you, but he shoots the assumption down before it can even become an idea. Sure, out of all the girls he was definitely closest to you, but he’s convinced that you only talk to him because you feel sorry for his antisocial ass.

He sighs, burying his face in his hands. Now that he had jumped onto this thought train he can’t stop thinking about those stupid bobby pins. 

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“Midoriya,” he later asks during class when he can’t take the curiosity anymore, “do you know if anyone in our class uses bobby pins?”

 Midoriya looks visibly confused from his strange question, and Shinso honestly doesn’t blame him at all. “Aren’t they really common? I’m not sure, but even Eri has some.”

That wasn’t helpful at all. Shinso thanks him anyways, and moves on to see if Kaminari and his habit of “observing” girls would be of any help. 

“Kaminari, I need you to help me find out who gave me bobby pins as a birthday present.”

The incredulous gaze he gets in response is definitely something he expected. “Um, what now?”

Shinso repeats himself, slower this time. The blonde still doesn’t seem to get it, so he pulls the small satchel out of his pocket and shows him. “Bobby pins,” he repeats, hoping Kaminari would connect the dots.

“Woah,” says Kaminari.

Shinso waits patiently to see if he had anything else to say. “That’s it? /Woah/?”

“I don’t know, man,” Kaminari peers at the little scrap of paper, studying the handwriting carefully. “I can help you ask around though. See what Jiro knows.”

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Later that day after school he takes the bag out and puts it on his desk, staring at the small note that came with. He feels stupid for having used up most of his birthday thinking about bobby pins of all things. 

 “I need to know,” he tells himself before pulling out his phone and dialing.

 “The fuck you want, dipshit.” Bakugo picks up almost instantly, which Shinso is very thankful for.

“I need advice.”

“And you think I’m gonna help you like some shitty therapist? Fuck off, I don’t wanna hear you whine like a little bitch.”

Shinso waits a few moments, and when Bakugo doesn’t hang up he starts talking again. “I got bobby pins from someone in our class,” he begins. 

“Why do I need to know this.” The blonde sounds angry on the other end, so he decides to stoke his ego a little.

 “You don’t sugarcoat things, and I need you to tell me what I don’t want to hear. Not exactly something Midoriya can do.”

Bakugo snorts. “Damn right that shitty Deku’s useless. He’s fucking stupid.” 

“Yes,” Shinso agrees, “so help me out here.” 

And so he tells Bakugo everything. It’s not much given he really didn’t know anything about the mystery sender, but the blonde listens anyways, grunting occasionally to acknowledge his story.

“You have a crush on bobby pins,” Bakugo concludes when Shinso’s finished. 

“Say what now.” 

“You don’t know shit about whoever sent them but you can’t stop thinking about them. It’s pretty straightforward.”

The purple boy sighs loudly, not knowing what to say. Bakugo’s not wrong, really. It’s either that or-

“It’s either that or you have a crush on Y/N, since you obviously think she’s the one who gave them to you,” Bakugo says.

Shinso swears out loud. “I did not want to hear that,” he tells the other boy.

“Sorry. Maybe you shouldn’t have fuckin called me in the first place. This is a waste of time.” Bakugo doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“She doesn’t like me back.” At this point he doesn’t even bother hiding his crush on you anymore. If you were going to find out you would have ages ago.

“Why can’t you just ask her yourself and quit forcing me to listen to you whine like a little bitch.”

“Oh yeah.” He hadn’t even considered that an option. “I’ll definitely do that.”

“Cool. Can I leave now?”’

“Sure. Thanks, Bakugo.”

“I don’t want to hear your sappy shit,” is all he says before he hangs up. 

Shinso takes in a deep breath before pulling up your contact and quickly typing in a message, finger hovering on the send button, contemplating whether he should send such a dumb-sounding message and potentially weird you out. 

He’s still staring at the screen, his other hand going to brush hair from his eyes as he debates with himself.  

Suddenly there’s a knock at his door that snaps him out of his thoughts and makes him jump, resulting in his finger accidentally hitting the send button. Groaning in frustration, he gives himself five seconds to wallow in his regrets before getting up to open the door, definitely not expecting to see you there. 

“‘Toshi! I know it’s your birthday but it’s still Friday night, and you know what that means,” you grin at him, letting yourself in and flopping onto his bed. 

He closes the door and nods, sighing with the motion makes his hair fall into his eyes again.

“Yeah, you’re gonna force me to watch Haikyuu with you again.” 

You pout at him, scooting over to make space for him as you pull up the website on your laptop. “Don’t say it like you don’t enjoy it. I see the way you look whenever Yamaguchi gets to serve.”

“Shut up,” is all he says in response, but there’s no heat in his words.

“You aren’t denying it,” you say giddily, but your tone changes when you look at him and see him brushing hair out of his eyes again. 

“Didn’t you get the bobby pins his morning? Use them, geez,” you say casually as if it were no big deal.

Shinso freezes in his actions, trying to process what you had just said. “Yeah, I did,” he says carefully, trying not to give way the way his heart was racing in his chest, “how’d you know?”

Just then your phone pings, you laughing when you see his message. “Mhm, I put them there. If you’re not gonna use them then give ‘em back, I don’t wanna waste any. 

“Thanks,” he says, feeling oddly touched now that he knew it was really you. “I would use them but I don’t know how to.”

 You raise a brow, surprised by this new information. “Seriously? Don’t worry, I gotcha. Where are they?”

 Reaching over to grab a few from his desk he hands them to you, sitting still as you shuffle around to sit between his legs, carefully gathering the stray locks and twisting them gently. “Tell me if it hurts, yeah?”

 His brain is short-circuiting from how close you suddenly are. He can practically smell your shampoo, and seeing you so pretty and focused up close doesn’t help him calm his heart at all. 

 Your lips look really kissable right now, he thinks to himself. If he just tilted his head up the smallest of fractions your lips would meet, but he’s too afraid of ruining your friendship.

 “Damn, you really put a lot of effort into getting me a present,” he murmurs, “with the chicken scratch and all.”

 “Shush, you know how bad I am with birthdays. Be grateful I got you anything at all.”

 “Wow, I’m so touched,” he retorts sarcastically, rolling his eyes at how you had just blatantly admitted you didn’t remember his birthday, “guess this means I don’t have to get you that Oikawa figure for your birthday then.” 

 He chuckles when he feels you freeze up from his words. “What? You literally gave me your own pins and told me to give them back. What kind of a crappy birthday present is that?”

 “No, please. I need my Tooru,” you whine, voice smaller than before. “I’ll get you something, anything I can afford, okay? Just tell me what you want.”

 He hums, thinking about his options,  waiting for you to get back to work on his hair before speaking up again. “Anything?”

 “Anything my wallet can handle,” you clarify, mock glaring at him as you pull at the strands roughly, making him grunt in pain. “Okay okay, I got it, chill.”

 “I don’t think what I want is going to hurt your wallet at all,” he breathes, studying your reaction to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. 

 “Mhm,” you say, not really paying attention to his words as you slide the last bobby pin into his hair, “I’m done! What do you want then-”

 You’re interrupted by him tilting his head up ever so slightly to press his lips against yours in a soft kiss. Gasping in surprise, you don’t even have time to react before he pulls back, rubbing at the back of his neck bashfully. 

 “Um, I’m sorry,” he begins, but this time you cut him off, throwing your hands around him and grinning.

 “For what, stupid? Kiss me again.”

 There’s no denying your words set his cheeks away, but he swallows before leaning back in to connect your lips again. Hands carefully snaking their way around your waist and pulling you even closer, holding you so gently as if he were afraid you would shatter or disappear. 

 “I really like you,” Shinso whispers when you pull apart, bumping his nose gently against yours.

 “I like you a lot too, ‘Toshi,” you grin, “happy birthday.” 

 He hums in agreement, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Best birthday ever.”

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“I should just give you my phone case or something for your birthday.”

 “What the hell? Our phones aren’t even the same model!”

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[darlingpetao3]

Strange Bedfellows (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: After a night of drowning your misfortune in many cheap drinks, you stumble back into S.T.A.R. Labs to crash for the night. Little do you know, you’ve stumbled into the wrong spare room...

Tag List: @fandomdancer @bluesclues-1234

A/N: This is something quick I threw together the other night and is dedicated to the lovely @mintchipcupcake, who has now got me hooked on The Nanny (and this fic was inspired by one of the episodes).

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So what if you got fired?

So what if you were evicted from your apartment?

So what if you have no romantic prospects?

The only relationship you kindle tonight is one with a Mr. Daniels. Jack Daniels. Oh, and a Madam Gin and her friend Miss Brandy. The gang’s all here, and they support you in your rough night at one of Central City’s cheapest bars.

You’re not proud of your actions, but a night of boozing is the only way you can see yourself getting through these first hurdles of shitty luck. When you confided in Barry, he told you that you’re free to use one of the S.T.A.R. Labs spare rooms to stay in until you’re back on your feet again. You’re so grateful to have a friend like good ol’ Barry Allen.

Cheers! To Barry! you think to yourself, ordering another drink from the growingly skeptical bartender. You had asked Barry not to tell anyone on Team Flash about your situation just yet, as you are still embarrassed about everything right now. You know he’ll keep his promise.

When the bartender cuts you off, you scoff indignantly. How dare he? Doesn’t he know what you’re going through? Doesn’t he know the company you work for laid you off because of downsizing? Doesn’t he know you haven’t had sex in a horrifyingly long time? Only his glorious cocktails can solve your problems!

You pout, and in all your hazy wisdom, decide not to throw a fit in this crap bar. Might as well head… where are you supposed to go again?

Oh yeah, the Labs.

It takes you longer than usual to even just get to the elevator inside the building, and ultimately stumble and fall on your ass as the doors open. With an unsteady hand, you punch the button for Level 500. The speed at which the elevator carries you renders you a bit dizzy, and you only notice the true effects of what you’ve done tonight when you wobble out of it upon reaching the correct floor.

Walking with your hands out in front of you - for stability, naturally - you give yourself a pep talk of sorts.

“You’re doin’ good, almost there, wooooo…”

It’s so strange to see the Labs so dimly lit, mostly because you’re rarely here in the middle of the night.

“Spooky…” you whisper to yourself. “Spooky dooooo, where are youuuuu.”

Eventually, after a series of humming the Pink Panther theme, and skulking around the corridors pretending your fingers are a pistol, you come to the door of one of the spare rooms where you will be sleeping indefinitely. There’s a bit of moonlight streaking in from the room's window, but other than this, it’s too dark for you to see much of anything. You think you can make out the bed, so you go to sit down on the edge of it after shimmying out of your skinny jeans. You shrug off your jacket, and decide then and there that’s too much work already, and leave on your tank top. Genuinely, you just want to crash now.

The moment you curl up under the covers and your cheek hits the strangely familiar-scented pillow, you drift off into the long-awaited dreamland...

***

Sunlight replaces the moonlight in the boringly decorated spare room. You only recognize this because the light is too strong to allow you to actually open your eyes.

Needless to say, a headache is starting to kick in.

You don’t need to open your eyes anyway. The position you’re in is so wonderfully comfortable that you don’t want to move. Your head rests on a sturdy pillow while cuddling against another sturdy pillow…

Since when are pillows ‘sturdy’...?

And since when do pillows hold you back?

This is when you dare to open your eyes, and what you witness makes you second guess as to whether you’re still dreaming.

You are in bed with Harry Wells.

You’re resting against his hard body, feeling how he breathes steadily underneath you. His hand lays on your hip as if it’s done it a million times before.

Making the mistake of lifting your head from Harry’s chest, you set off a chain reaction, ultimately waking up the man himself. It’s a slow realization on his part: Harry blinks languidly, inhaling that first conscious breath of the morning, then his eyes go round in complete shock.

“Wh-what?” he says exasperated, sitting up. “What the hell are you doing in my bed?”

“I don’t know!” you shout back, “I don’t know!”

Harry notices his hand on your hip and removes it as if you’ve burned him.

“When did you-?”

“I don’t know!!” God, you are so embarrassed. You’re in your underwear in his bed! Your face must look like a ripened tomato right now, so you try to cover it with your hands. “Did we-? We didn’t…?” you try to ask and peer at Harry through your fingers. Surprisingly, the man laughs to himself.

“No, I think I’d remember something like that,” he says quietly.

“Wait, what?”

“Why do you smell like a distillery?”

“Why do you…” you attempt a comeback, but everything floods back into your memory. You start to tear up a bit at all your recent misfortune and wind up falling forward with your face in Harry’s lap over the blankets.

“Oh,” he says, and hesitates in letting his hands fall to your arm and your back respectively. “Hey, I didn’t mean… um…”

“Mmmjsstttammphhhh,” you utter, voice muffled by the covers. His hand feels like heavenly comfort on your spine as he rubs up and down.

“I’m afraid I didn’t catch that,” Harry replies, almost sounding slightly amused. You lift your head from his lap and clutch his black tank top in desperation.

“I’m just a mess,” you clarify. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this and now you probably hate me even more for all this weirdness.”

“‘Hate you’? What do you mean ‘hate you’?”

“You know,” you try to articulate. “You’re always so-” You make a frowny face. “-With me.”

“Is that supposed to be me?”

You nod.

“You should know by now that doesn’t mean I hate you, (Y/L/N).”

“It doesn’t?”

Harry shakes his head. His eyes move from your own, down to where your hand still clutches his undershirt. You are now hyper-aware, so you remove your hand and sit up straight. However, that upsets your mental state. The pounding returns.

“Ow.”

“Why don’t you just lie back down?” Harry suggests. “Sleep some more.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Maybe it’s just the lingering effects of the alcohol in your system, but you ask him a question that pops into your mind. “Listen, I’m sure you probably have some special project to get an early start on, but would you mind staying here with me a bit longer? When I’m alone with my thoughts, I dwell too much, but you seem to make all my thoughts disappear.”

“Should I be flattered by such a thing?” he asks, wearing a highly rare smile. Actually, you’ve never seen him smile so much in one conversation.

“In this case, yes.”

“Alright, then.”

You get comfy under the covers once more, letting your head dip while resting on the pillow. Harry does the same, facing you. It’s a bit awkward at first, but with time, that feeling fades, and before either of you know it, Harry’s chin rests on top of your head while you’re snugly pressed against him and begin to drift off. You covet his warmth and relish in his hand on your back again. As expected, all thoughts, including those moments from last night, disappear. Even your bare legs are no longer shy when they meet his beneath the blankets. All there is now is comfort, silence, a little bit of something else unsaid.

[kunoichihatake]

Maniac (Ino x reader)

Prompt: none

A/n: I’ve thought of this every time I’ve listened to the song “Maniac” by Conan Gray for like...three weeks now so I finally had to write it out, lol (check out the song if you don’t know it, it’s a bop!). Also first Ino fic wooooo (shoutout to @softieitachi for the hype, ily 🥺💗)

Pairing: Ino Yamanaka x gender neutral reader

Words: 1.2k+

Warnings: mentions of drinking, vomiting, mention of a car accident, mentions of frat boys *shudders*

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You heard the doorbell ring through your headphones, and furrowed your eyebrows. It’s 12:30 am, who could possibly be coming over? You set down your pencil, sighing as you stood up from a particularly focused study session. Well, I guess I could use a break. You stretched, shouting “I’m coming!” to the person at the door, who was aggressively ringing the doorbell over and over now.

You rubbed your eyes and opened the door to see no other than your ex-girlfriend, Ino, standing in front of you, holding a rose in her outstretched hand and a shovel hidden poorly behind her back. “Ino?” you asked, staring. “What are you doing here?” Her face was red, and she swayed a bit in place -- she’d definitely been drinking again, you could tell.

“Y/n,” she slurred, shoving the rose in your face jerkily. “I miss you. Let’s get back together.” You gently pressed her outstretched arm down, lowering it to her side.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Ino,” you said quietly, placing your hands on her shoulders to stabilize her.

“But I love you,” she said, her eyes staring into yours. Damn, her pupils are huge right now.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have told all your friends -- our friends -- that I’m a crazy stalker.” You set your jaw, staring at your feet. I can’t look into her eyes right now, I’ll fall for her again.

Ino swayed in place for a moment, then darted away from you, the shovel clattering to the ground as she leaned over the railing outside your apartment. You heard her vomit over the edge, and sighed, walking over to rub her back softly as you had done a million times before.

“Come on, you can crash on my couch tonight,” you said, throwing an arm around Ino and helping her inside.

The next morning, you walked into the living room to find Ino long gone, the blanket folded neatly on your sofa with a small note on top. You opened the note and read it: Thank you again, Y/n. P.S.: I still love you. Ino. You sighed, shaking your head. You moved to throw the note away, but something stopped you, and you tucked it into your pocket instead.

Two weeks passed until you heard from Ino again. It was always like this: she would show up in your life in a moment of vulnerability, and you couldn’t help but let her back in, letting her lean on you as she always did. At least we didn’t end up having sex last time, you thought, watching her contact photo light up the screen as she called you. That always makes it so much harder to turn her down the next time she needs me.

You picked up the call, turning down the radio in your car. You were driving home from your evening lecture, and were hoping to listen to the new album your favorite band had just released, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen tonight. “What is it, Ino?” you said, the annoyance clear in your voice. This time, I’m not going to let her draw me back in.

You heard sniffling on the other side of the line, and instantly your heart dropped. “Y/n…” Ino said, between sniffles. “Can you, uh, come get me? I got in an accident. At the intersection of Oak and Maple.”

“Why don’t you get one of your friends to go pick you up?” you said, already turning around to head towards her location.

“They were all busy,” she said quietly, and you could hear the hurt in her voice. Of course they were, you thought sardonically. All her friends care about is partying and getting high.

“I’ll be there in like 10 minutes, okay?” you said, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. “Just sit tight.”

“Thank you, Y/n,” Ino said, sniffling again. You hung up the phone, cursing yourself for letting her in again.

You showed up at the scene of the accident: Ino was fine, but her car had to be towed, so you were stuck taking her home. Of course. Ino hopped into the passenger side of your car, suddenly much too chipper for someone who just got into a costly accident, and propped her feet up on the dash.

“I’m starving. Can we get food?” You gripped the steering wheel tight, staring at your hands. You hadn’t even started the car yet, but you still couldn’t bear to look at her.

“Ino, I can’t keep doing this,” you said quietly, your face growing warm with emotion. “We broke up four months ago, it’s time for you to move on.” Ino fell silent, and you felt her eyes on you, waiting for you to cave in again. No. This time, I won’t cave in. I have to put an end to this.

“Can we just try again, please?” she said, and you could hear in her voice that she was tearing up. You laughed cynically.

“What, so you can go around telling everyone I’m crazy again? And that you were dating me as a joke?” She stayed silent, picking at the hem of her skirt. “I haven’t forgotten any of that. I’m not going to let you drag me around like some lovesick puppy and then turn around and talk shit about me to everyone! I can’t do that again, Ino.”

The two of you sat silently for a moment, and you turned on the car, the radio cutting on at full volume. Ino reached out and turned the volume off, and you opened your mouth to tell her it was your car and you’re going to listen to music now, but she spoke first.

“I only said that stuff because I wanted the guys to think I was cool,” she said, almost whispering. You didn’t look at her, but you didn’t shift the car out of park yet. “They’re stupid, anyway. I ditched them about a week ago.” You were taken aback. Ino had been trying to impress a group of guys from the most popular frat on campus since before you had even started dating -- she wanted an in to all of their exclusive parties, and to be popular enough to get into the top sorority next year.

“Ino, why?” you asked, finally looking over at her. She met your eyes.

“They started saying shit about you, and I realized how uncool it was of me to say any of that to them. So I left,” she shrugged, turning her attention back to the floor. “I’m really really sorry, Y/n.” You reached a hand across to grasp hers, interlacing your fingers.

“It’s okay, Ino,” you said, squeezing her hand. “I forgive you.” She looked up at you, shocked, before breaking into a smile. “Plus, if it makes you feel better, I know you’ll get into that sorority with or without those guys’ help.”

“Thanks, Y/n,” she said. Her eyes trailed down to your entwined hands. “Would it be too crazy to ask for a second chance?” You thought for a moment about the past four months, how miserable they had been without Ino by your side.

“No, it wouldn’t,” you said, leaning in and kissing her. She may be a maniac, but she’s my maniac, you thought, feeling the familiar warmth of Ino’s soft lips on yours and knowing that life would be a little less gray now that she was back with you.

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please please say more about the performances im living for this

That’s all you had to say!!!! We’re going ✈️✈️✈️✈️ to Quinn as Evan Hansen hours, part 2! (Here’s part 1.)

For those of you who are seeing this out of context, I’ve been in my feelings for approximately 48 hours straight about Quinn playing Evan Hansen his freshman year at Samwell. I will continue to be in my feelings about this.

Anyway. Performance ramblings under the cut!

- I’m establishing for the purposes of this entire concept that the Samwell drama club musical happens in the spring, auditioning right after winter break in January and then performing in the end of March/beginning of April.

- Yes, this conflicts pretty directly with a busy part of playoffs. But hear me out. Nando makes it work. The last weekend of playoffs would be the weekend after the show closes. I’ve done the math.

- Anyway, that’s not directly important right now. Quinn gets a little stressed during tech week. He’s not the type to get nervous before performances because of the performances themselves, but his nerves stem more from logistics and wanting to make sure everything falls into place and that things don’t go wrong on the path to get to the performances.

- This translates to Quinn being juuuuuust a little grouchy. Nando can tell. They have a good system going where Nando can detect Quinn’s grouchery, and he’ll snuggle the irritability out of him. Tech week means long nights at rehearsal plus regular class obligations, and not seeing much of each other.

- He helps stick posters up all over campus and makes Nando bring one to the Haus to put on the bulletin board. But it turns out that Ford already put one there.

- They open on a Friday night. I need you all to see Quinn’s outfit in your heads, because I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time. The first thing you should know is that he only owns one pair of jeans. They’re medium-wash and kind of skinny; they cuff up at the ankles. On show day, he wears those jeans with his show t-shirt, which is definitely just blue with some kind of logo and then information about the production. Also a scarf. Obviously. It’s cotton and its colors match the shirt.

- And then one of his co-actors, probably the girl who plays Zoe, gets him these socks in the stripe pattern of That One Blue Polo Shirt You Know The One, and he also wears those. With his Oxfords.

- Okay, apparently I’ve dedicated a lot of thought into just the outfit he wears around on show day. Anyway. Opening night.

- He's very much ready, but he’s also quite nervous. The Samwell theatre program attracts big audiences, and unlike back at home, nobody here has ever seen him perform before. He’s a freshman lead, and he’s damn proud of himself, but he also has to make sure that everything is perfect.

- Look, this needs to be perfect— these emails need to prove that we were actually friends— just— I’ll do it!

- I’m so sorry. Y’all asked for this. Okay, so he and Nando don’t even see each other all day on opening night, because of busy schedule reasons. But Quinn does tell him that he might want to be prepared because the show is sad.

- Nando is like, babe, don’t worry. I won’t cry. And then he cries. Like a child.

- The thing is: Quinn kills it. Knocks it out of the park. Start to finish. He is absolutely wonderful, and everybody loves it. Nando is one proud and emotional boyfriend.

- By the way, Nando wears a suit to the show? Like, his game day suit? I felt like you guys should know that.

- I really want there to be a standing ovation, because as someone who has acted before, there’s really no more exhilarating feeling onstage than when you’re done and the people who came to see you liked it so much that they want to give you a standing O. I mean, the surge of the seats when it all happens at once— wooooo, that’s the good shit. Can you just picture the curtain call???? Can you see it in your head????? Also, can you imagine the shout of pure joy Nando makes when Quinn runs out onto the stage to bow???????

- I can. I’m crying. I love him.

- Now, I really actually will probably write this, but I also want to give you the visual. If you’ve done a show before, you’ll know this feeling— if not, I’ll try to replicate it for you. You know when you walk out the stage door after the show? (At Samwell, this means walking into the lobby.) You know how there are usually a ton of people out there waiting? You know how it’s super wholesome and everybody is telling you how great the show was?

- Right. Okay. Now picture Quinn doing that.

- I’m so sorry, y’all; I just want people to tell him he did a good job because you know he did such a good job 😭🤍💙😭🤍💙

- He’s wearing the same outfit from before. He looks like a cutie and I love him.

- Nando is against the wall at the edge of the crowd. He’s doing the Troy Bolton Cool Guy Hallway Stance. Also he has flowers. Tulips, because they’re Quinn’s favorite. And he’s waiting and also recovering from the definite emotional breakdown he just had in the audience. LOL.

- Quinn makes his very slow way through the people in the lobby, because it’s packed and also he was the lead, so everyone knows who he is. It takes him a solid couple of minutes to even be able to see Nando. And then once they see each other, he’s making his way through more quickly, and then finally he actually reaches him and—

- Big hug. Also Nando picks him up. And spins him around. Because he usually does, in particularly soft moments.

- And then he goes, hey, baby; you were right!! I cried. And then a lot of other soft stuff about how proud he is of him and how fantastic the show is and et cetera, et cetera— it’s the softest shit you’ve ever seen.

- To think, this is only night one of the show!!!!!!! I’ll refrain for now. Let’s just say he absolutely slam dunks the entire run.

- On closing night, he has the whole cast and crew sign his “cast” costume piece. :’) Also there’s a cast party. Until like two in the morning. It’s maybe one of the only times Quinn actually gets tipsy. Off of champagne, of course. The cake has a tree on it.

This is definitely not the last you’ll hear of this, because if you haven’t noticed, I’m very on my Quinn & DEH bullshit right now, and will be for the foreseeable future. You know the drill.... the ask box is wide open.

And yes there is an actual fic coming.

Ask me anything about the crickets!