#I think I'll call her Minty

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I imagine that used parts do exist but they're pretty much only from organ donors or are being sold on the deep web.

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“I cherish you” | N.RK ff ༄

༄ Last year’s Valentine’s Day marked the day you and your boyfriend Riki first starting dating. Ever since then, he spoils you on the 14th day of every month in honor of your love story…

🍒 pairing bf!nishimura riki x fem!reader genre romance, fluff 🍒

༄ wc 1.1k ~ written with black reader in mind ~ requested !

You found your boyfriend in your shared apartment bathroom doing his typical morning routine. You walked up behind him, snaking your hands beneath his shirt to pull him closer. Pressing your cheek against his back, you could smell a new body wash he must’ve used. Or maybe it was cologne?

“Morning,” Riki mumbled through a mouthful of minty foam, wiping his mouth before turning to kiss the top of your head.

“Good morning,” you returned warmly.

He ran a clawed hand through your hair before his fingers got caught in your curls. You winced at the sudden tug before giggling at the worried expression that waved over Riki’s face.

“Sorry, baby! Did I hurt you?”

“No, Riki, but you did remind me that I need to comb my hair,” you smiled, freeing him from your clingy grasp.

You searched through the bathroom drawer for a few products to style your hair. In the meantime, your boyfriend was busy lathering his face with shaving cream.

“Uh,” you started confused, “what’re you doing?”

“Prepping to shave my beard.”

You snorted, “Your what?”

“I’m not as young as I was when we first met, y’know? This is what men do.”

“Mhm, and who told you that?”

“Heeseung-hyung. He’s one of the best people I can go to for advice. Especially with girls.”

“Oh, so you’re a man and I’m just a girl?”

“For now, yes. Though, maybe in a few years I’ll make you my woman if you stick around long enough,” he winked, making you cringe but in a loving way.

“Hey, I wanna try,” you chirped, snatching the razor from his hand.

“Woah, ____! Did you forget there’s a sharp blade on that thing?”

“Oh, c’mon! You’re a man now, remember? Don’t tell me you’re scared of your girlfriend.”

He shook his head at your teasing, “only when she’s on her period… that’s when she get's really crazy.”

You nudged him in the shoulder, making him giggle.

“Okay, now hold still,” you said, guiding him by his chin as you slid the razor against his face, checking after each stroke for any access hair. “Riki, there’s nothing on here!”

“Gimme that,” he said, taking the razor from your hand to examine it for himself. And to no one’s surprise, there wasn’t any hair on it.

“Ugh, this is useless,” he whined, wiping his face before leaving the bathroom.

You followed after him, “Riki, is everything okay? Why’re you putting so much stress into getting ready today?”

He looked at you with offended eyes, “Don’t tell me you forgot today marks our 14th month anniversary.”

Suddenly, everything started to make sense.

“Riki, you don’t have to try and impress me. I love you just the way you are like I always have,” you smiled, holding his hands in yours.

“I love you too, ____, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna spoil you on our anniversary.”

Riki was never one to consider gift-giving to be one of his love languages. Not until he asked you to be his girlfriend on Valentine's Day over a year ago.

The day started with him showering you with gifts and praise as an attempt to earn your love which he already had. These days, your romantic boyfriend can't help but to celebrate the day he won you, even though his friends call him a simp for it.

And in perfect cliche fashion, your anniversary happens to fall on the 14th day of every month, which is what brings you here today.

“Spoil me, huh?” You grinned, “so what do you have planned? I mean, sometimes I feel like we’ve done everything already.”

“You know I'll always think of something new. But for now, it's a surprise. You’ll find out after we finished getting ready.”

You and your boyfriend shared the bathroom for the next 25 minutes as you two got dressed together, wearing the cutest matching red outfits that he picked out a whole week prior to today.

“You look absolutely stunning, ____,” he marveled, taking in your frame like a work of art.

Your stomach fluttered at his remark, “Oh please, you’re just proud of your work.”

“Maybe,” he smirked, pulling a large bouquet of red roses from behind his back.

“Riki,” you began before he took your hand, interlacing your fingers around the flower stems.

“I wanna get a picture of you like this,” he smiled, counting down from three before snapping a quick picture, “Don’t worry, I won’t post it anywhere,” he said, noticing that you seemed a bit awkward.

You walked outside with his arm linked in yours, still holding the rose bouquet. You two made your way past the familiar shops that lined the city streets beyond your apartment, taking in the beautiful early morning scenery.

That’s when you two spotted a band of instrumentalists, harmonizing to a romantic tune. You looked up at Riki with playful eyes, communicating to him that you wanted to dance.

Knowing your boyfriend, he would happily oblige to any opportunity to dance, especially with the love of his life.

“May I,” he asked cornily, bowing before you.

“Yes, Riki, you may.”

He took the bouquet from your grasp, placing it on a nearby coffee table before tucking a rose behind your ear.

“And for you,” you smiled, placing one of the roses between his teeth.

He took your hand in his, pulling you close before guiding you across the floor along with the music, bracing your lower back.

Your hands sat at his shoulders before getting lost in his hair, staring into his piercing eyes as the heart-warming melody came to a sudden stop.

It was starting to rain.

The band busied themselves with packing up their instruments before fleeing the moist environment.

"Welp, that was fun while it lasted," Riki chimed, grabbing the bouquet before walking back in the direction of your apartment.

"Hey, I thought we were gonna spend the day out," you pouted confused.

"I know, but I had a picnic date planned in the park, which I doubt would be much fun in this weather."

He held the flowers over your two heads as a way to shield yourselves from the down pour.

"Sooo, what do we do, now?"

"Hmm," he hummed in thought, "we could always just run around the city and hope we don't get struck by lightening. Orrrrr, we could have a dance off in the rain! First one to slip loses."

"Riki!"

"What? That's better than me sulking over how a few grey clouds ruined our anniversary."

You looked at his face which fell from its original enthusiasm, trying to think of something to cheer him up.

You smacked the bouquet out of his hand, running ahead of him.

"Yah, ____! I paid good money for these!"

"Last one to the apartment's a rotten egg," you giggled, hardly getting far with your high heels against the rain.

Riki counted from five, giving you a few more seconds to get ahead before sprinting ahead of you, laughing as you pouted in defeat.

Fin.

🌹 Special thanks to @microwvdstrawb3rri3s for requesting this piece! This was my first time writing an established relationship fic so I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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[masquayla-the-splendid]

GUYS do you remember THIS post???

Well. Do I have a story for you.

When I was a wee young lass, I was on the Pony side of doll enjoyers. This was like 2008, so it was G3. I had several DVDs of the cartoon, but I had one of a live performance called "The World's Biggest Tea Party." It's exactly what you expect.

One day, I decide to go through all of my DVDs and re watch some that I haven't in a while, this being one of them. It's barely reaching feature film length, but the pacing makes it feel like it's well over an hour.

But I'm not here to critique an Mlp musical meant for 5 year olds, I'm here to show you where part of my Sister Location synesthesia probably comes from.

LOOK.

It was hard to find exact visual parallels, because like I said in the linked post, pink light is used when the Funtimes are preforming, which you see very little of in-game.

There were even similar plot concepts!!! Don't be alarmed, it's not what you think!!!

The movie is available for free on YouTube, but I'll summarize it since the dragging was stronger than my nostalgia goggles.

Pinkie Pie wants to plan an event with her friends where they "have the most fun in one day." So the whole movie is them preparing for a tea party that happens at their friend's house outside of PonyVille. Subplot with Spike trying to find a "how-to" book and the Ladybugs trolling him. Pinkie was so focused on making sure her friends didn't forget their responsibilities, that by the time they got there, she realized she forgot the tea. She feels super bad, but some encouragement from Minty and the screaming child audience summons an oversize teapot. Happy ending.

Text-to-text comparisons I drew:

Main character is a shade of red, and likes parties.

"The most fun in one day"

Main character being overly aware of what everyone else is doing. Super attentive, or if exaggerated, you could call it being bossy.

Main character has a big oopsie.

One of the ponies who is SO adhd coded keeps subconsciously putting off preparing her decorations. She "just wants to have fun." (Character does a thing, doesn't know why, only wants fun.)

Giant kitchen utensil.

The Ladybugs and Minireenas. They share similar design features, and pester a character associated with the color purple.

Those three fairy ponies? Bidybabs. Ones of em's even yellow, it can be Electrobab.

"Bounce Back-Ability"/Adapting from the oopsie.

The aforementioned synesthesia was all visual. I hardly remembered anything of the plot until I watched it recently. I wanna say the last time I put that DVD in, I was like 6. So like the synesthesia was coming from a near 14 year old memory. That's nuts.

[jokeringcutio]

Stepbrother! Stu Macher x (f) Reader "Hallway meeting" (Mature, no smut)

Summary: The first time Reader and Stu bump into each other while going to bed.

Yes, that is an actual Matthew Lillard pic @likoplays kindly shared when I asked what Stu would wear

AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepbrother!StuMacher x !Stepsister Reader Universe. For those of you who are keeping track of the Stepbrother!Stu Macher fics: These are standalone fics, although some of the fics with Stu can be seen as linked to other drabbles. I'll leave it up to you to choose your own path with these drabbles and fics. 💜

Rating: Mature due to implications and getting hot and bothered, warning for language use by Stu.

First Time Bumping into Stu on your way to bed

You had just finished brushing your teeth, the minty freshness still tingling on your tongue as you reached for the doorknob. The bathroom light cast a soft glow against the tiles, making the white porcelain of the sink gleam. You turned, ready to escape into the dim hallway, as quick as a mouse and as sneaky as a shadow, when suddenly, there he was.

"Shit, sis," Stu muttered, almost colliding with you in his haste.

"Sorry," you breathed out, heart thudding irregularly. His presence was too close, too sudden. He stood there in nothing but his briefs, the fabric clinging to him in places your eyes shamelessly traced, hiding nothing. You were caught in a moment of forbidden appraisal, his physique unexpectedly striking- muscles subtly defined and skin a warm tone even in the half-light.

"Didn't expect anyone would still be up," Stu's voice cut through your thoughts, laced with something that bordered on amusement. And there was that killer smile of his again.

You swallowed hard as you managed to finally tear your eyes away from all that Stu was sporting. You felt the flush on your cheeks burn hotter.

"I- I usually go to bed earlier," you managed to say, tugging self-consciously at the hem of your baggy pajama top.

Although you had lived here for several weeks now, you still didn’t dare to wear very revealing clothes, leaving you to sleep in the baggiest but ever-so-comfy pajamas that you owned. And in Stu’s presence, you felt heavily overdressed. Would he find you silly or childish to be sleeping in this type of pajamas? Would he tease you with it later on?

"Looks like we're on a collision course tonight, then," he quipped, his smile sharp and knowing. His gaze lingered just a second too long, flirty intentions clear as day.

"Collision avoided," you replied quickly, sidestepping to give him room.

But even as you moved away, you couldn't shake the awareness of his body so near yours, your breath mingling in the narrow space between you.

“Narrowly,” Stu said, the grin audible in his voice. His chest hovered incredibly close to your face, his nipples just in sight. How did a girl concentrate when that view was in her line of sight?

Get a grip, you scolded yourself mentally. This was your stepbrother. He was just teasing you. Whatever he said didn’t mean a thing.

He was probably practicing his skills for Casey. Or any of the other many girls he had lined up to be his girlfriend. You sometimes wondered if Stu meant it when he made flirty comments to you, or if this was the only way he had ever interacted with girls before.

But this was the first time you had run into Stu while on your way to bed, and wasn’t it something? Your mind quickly ran away from you, thinking forbidden thoughts, while you had to force your eyes to keep focused on his face rather than drift lower to admire his physique.

"Careful, or you might start looking forward to these little run-ins." His grin widened, the words heavy with suggestion as he leaned slightly towards you.

"Goodnight, Stu," you said, fumbling for detachment, for some semblance of normalcy as you retreated.

"I’ll be here each night, usually between one and three A.M.,” he called after you, voice jocular.

Then, a sudden shift as a whisper followed.

“Sweet dreams, sis," his voice now low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

That hadn’t just happened, had it?

In the safety of your own room, you stood motionless for a long time, replaying the encounter over and over in your head. You were confused by the unfamiliar yearning that had taken a chokehold on you. Your body felt hot, your cheeks were flustered.

You liked what you saw, more than you should have. And it was terrifying.

"You can’t do this," you whispered to the darkened room, trying to dismiss the heat that Stu's proximity had ignited. “You can’t fall in love with your own stepbrother.”

But deep down, you knew sleep would not come easy tonight, haunted by the dangerous dance of what-if scenarios playing out in your mind. Stu had gotten you hot and bothered.

Again.

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also do anything you can do i can do better

i wrote anything you can do i can do better for you as part of the @spnseasonsixexchange which was very fun to participate in but truth be told i was very nervous about it because i really didn't want to let you down!! i had the biggest mental block with writing lol. i AM happpy with what i produced even though I keep thinking of stuff to add in the aftermath. maybe i'll release more one day.

Rope on his wrists, eyes of disgust all trained on him. It’s familiar, there’s a script. Sam and Dean are the bitches and Meg’s fugly musketeers are the guys who came for a show. Imagine what John would say.

Dean KNOWS this game and he can tell everyone else knows too. Im always thinking about your post how dean feels like taking orders from a man is akin to rape (which happens in this episode) and tbh i think he feels like the bitch of the whole episode. This moment is rack-esque to him. He and sam are trussed up like xmas turkeys, ready for carving. It’s soooooo familiar. Dean’s whole life he’s been tied up and offered up like bait.

There’s tons of smoke and mirrors, she’s pulling out all the stops. She’s got the smile, the swagger, the know-how. She’s good. Dean can recognize a pro when he sees one. 

Game recognizes game lmao. Without even mentioning alistair Dean would be able to see that Meg is capable. From all the shit she’s pulled already with sam and jo?? Yeah she knows what’s happening.

When Meg sits in his lap, Dean smells vanilla. She’s clean, her vessel’s face is washed, there’s a hint of mint, maybe she picked up a gum habit. The gloss on her lips shines a warm rose color and Dean wonders when the last time he shaved was. She’s the big kahuna, she’s the one who knows what’s up. And she’s the one who’s got his leash tonight, no barking, sit still, jump, rollover and show off that yella belly you got, right where it shows that you never had it, never will, be a good dog and maybe they’ll let you hold the knife. 

When Dean was in her seat, he always knew just how long it would take for a bitch to start crying for his mama. Most of them, it only took a few cuts, but there were a few who needed more romancing. Curtain call’s only a matter of time.

Dean feels like meg really is better than him because she doesnt feel shame. I wanted to highlight their differences here that dean is dirty and weak and callow whereas Meg is clean and put together. She’s not a fuck up like he is, she’s a real killer. Also, of course, gender is happening here. (Meg is a girl….. So girl…..) And, dean is a dog.

She knows it too, she knows he could sing all night, she’s just gotta play the music for him. She can tell Dean’s a hair trigger, that he ain’t got it.  His lip curls up at her and he squares his jaw– he can play pretend, too.

The cold of the knife on his throat barely registers. Familiar foreplay at this point. 

Monsters love to SA dean… what’s up with that…. But also Dean’s done this lol. There’s a sense of intimacy that knowing both role of torturer and tortured begets. If the knife were to pierce his flesh he would also remember how it felt to be on the other side of the knife, whille he experiences that pain.

“Satisfy me or I please myself,” she hisses, a minty breeze over his face, mint juleps on someone else’s porch. Dean keeps his breath still and clenches his fists behind him. 

“If she could kill you, she’d’ve done it by now. She’s running.” It’s different with this Sam, this fucking psycho Dean’s gotta watch. This guy’s hollow laugh is the only real thing in this room. He’s the only one who thinks this shit is boring. 

To add insult to injury, soulless!sam is another emasculating presence for Dean. He’s a better hunter, he gets more bitches, he doesn’t feel anything. He’s everything Dean’s supposed to be. It’s fucked up that he pegged meg before Dean did.

Then, there’s a look on her face, Dean’s hidden the same one before. Caught in a trap, like a fucking rat. She covers it up with a roll of her eyes. Skanks like her don’t care, can’t care.

“I apprenticed under Alistair in Hell just like your brother. So, Dean, can I make Crowley do whatever I want?” Dean’s skin crawls, he feels the ghost of blunt teeth, remembers wild eyes and sick laughter. He looks into her eyes– no, not her eyes, some poor girl’s eyes– and he sees someone who knows how to play her part. There’s no one else to be.

Dean swallows and nods, he knows his cheeks tinge pink, curses himself when he looks down to the ground, submissive. He knows what he looks like right now, “Yeah, she can.”

Dean i think is generally one bad word away from being on the rack mentally. But here when he looks at meg, he sort of gets it that she’s this way because she cant be anything else. If she let go of this part of her, she could unravel.

She takes the deal all easy, but Dean knows they’re shoving it down her throat.

Dean knows this because it’s exactly how he feels about taking orders from crowley.

“You gonna untie us?”

“Please. Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it.” She cuts her eyes low like she knows a secret. Of course, she gets it– it’s supposed to feel good to know what you’re supposed to do, even if it means bending over and taking it straight up without a say. Dean’s learned that much.

There’s a part of me that believes that in hell, dean not only liked torturing, but he liked being alistairs girl (stream i wear my red lipstick). He liked being “carved into a new animal”. Meg and Dean are very similar in that they believe in their patriarchs, they crave their attention and they want to be directed. And taking it from a guy like Alistair should have been horrible, but it wasn’t.

They meet her again but this time it’s really to talk. 

She’s hot and disgusting, like fresh shit. Voice that sounds how it feels to shoot whiskey dry. Her eyes rake over Cas with reckless abandon and she smirks. Cas doesn’t get it– wouldn’t know when want is directed at him like a floodlight, even hammed up like this. Dean grits his teeth and looks away before plastering a scowl on his face. It fits into place like a lock snapping shut. Chains and bindings all around, country roads take him home.

Sam kills one of them, sniffing out like a fucking shark in chum. Again he’s got the stage, the rest of them are backup dancers missing their mark. Sam walks away knowing he’s got everything in hand. Dean wonders if he ever did.

Dean still thinks Cas is junkless. And well we’ve all seen s4 and 5, dean is like not subtle about how cas makes him a lil confused and horny but cas just…. Dont get it. So when Dean sees someone like Meg, an evil skank bitch whore insert more misogynistic epithets but still crucially a GIRL, hit on Cas so openly, he’s fucked up about it. She gets to do shit like that and Cas doesn’t even notice. Of course he doesnt! 

And not only is Dean fucked up because he cant talk to cas like a girl could, he can barely even be a man in this situation. His faggy college educated younger brother is the one to be the real man. Dean’s got nothing!!!

When Meg’s lips first graze his, his grace unfurls to manifest his blade and it’s an easy thing to keep soaring over into her soft vessel, pushing her into the filthy wall. 

Castiel is lucky to be able to feel all of her, the flesh she chooses to wear and denigrate, the bloody pulp of her true form. Her eyes flicker from warm brown to hellfire red and Castiel finds himself allured all the same. In another plane, they would intertwine endlessly, his Grace burning against her Blasphemy. Here, his soft hands grip her leather jacket, his dress shoes clash against her boots, their tongues slide, and their hot breath mingles in a way so human Castiel forgets who he is.

Demon fucker cas, again! This is the first time (on screen at least) when Cas gets to really explore what sexuality could mean to him. Like imma lez out here, rachel miner is so hot i want her to talk to me in that perfect raspy voice while she **** ** ** *** **** *** ***** **. But actually that’s not what’s getting to cas! He likes the bad ones and he can see her trueform which must be soooooo crazy. He likes it! He likes that it’s freaky!!!

Meg slides from his grasp, hair mussed so beautifully, curiosity and arousal mixed on her face. “What was that?” she asks.

Castiel looks around, suddenly aware of the situation. Sam’s face of fear, Dean’s of confusion. His eyes meet Dean’s and he sees something searching. Dean’s eyes flick between him and Meg, his brow furrowed, hand raised as though he could catch the meaning of what he just saw. Meg smirks at Castiel before glancing at Dean and he finds himself at the apex of an angle he’s never known. Dean’s face pinks slightly to match the breathtaking flush of Meg’s porcelain skin, his soul’s glow mirroring the dark entropy of Meg’s true form. 

Dean very quickly confronted with the idea that cas is NOT junkless. Ruh roh. And cas is just caught between two of the baddest bitches he knows and is like “wow, these guys i know are so nice to look at…..”

“I learned that from the pizza man,” Castiel explains.

Confusion blooms on Meg’s face, “Well, A plus for you… I feel so clean.”

A plus. Castiel risks one last look to Dean. Is he imagining it? Does Dean look impressed? Is he surprised?

Dean is appallingly turned on by this. His eyes are wide, his heart is racing, his world is flipped on its axis. And cas…. Well cas still doesnt get it.

“You know, you’re sticking that thing in all the wrong places.”

“Really? You sure were squealing.” Guy’s acting like he’s some Trojan Horse, like Meg doesn’t already know that he’s played all his cards.

“It’s a host body. Some girl from Cheboygan, moved to LA to be an actress. It’s probably not even the worst thing that ever happened to her.” It’s certainly not even the worst thing that’s happened to Meg. Won’t be at this rate.

Classic Meg/Dean parallel. Make it about sex and no one will know how fucked up it is right? Except that when you do that it just makes everyone think you’re damaged goods lol (shhhhh dont tell them that tho)

She runs a quick roster of her bodies in the last few years: blonde goody two shoes, giant psychic Winchester, Midwest brunette with a dream. Meg was the only thing they all had in common, poor fucks. She should let Sam know he actually got off easy considering the circumstances. She’s broken from her reminiscing when the knife cuts through her inner thigh.

Idk where that post is but meg likes to ruin bodies. She likes to freaking own them!! And good for her!! All sam got was a tramp stamp (will die on that hill) and a few bad nights.

This guy’s clumsy, some amateur from a lower rung. Crowley was never a good judge of character– his guys never really had the guts to get good at this stuff. Idiot’s carving up into her abdomen, a jagged line right above this vessel’s womb, drifting everywhere but where it matters. Tease. The blade glides and burns through like she’s made of melted butter. He barely even knows how to hold the knife. Meg would, she knows that blade so well. She would have started with the face–  this girl’s got a nice one, it’d be a great shame— but leave it to some uninspired nobody to take the cheap shot. He still gets brownie points for landing the killing shot. If this girl was alive when they entered the building, she wouldn’t be after this.

There’s a lot of blood– on the floor, on the knife, on the guy’s hands, all over Meg’s lower body. She screams, because it hurts, because that’s what she needs this idiot to think, because it hurts, because that’s part of the play, because it hurts, because she needs a distraction, because it hurts, because there isn’t anything else you can do, because it hurts, because this is what she knows. He cuts, she screams, everyone holds hands. Deflect, parry, sidestep the problem. Azazel always let her know it was good to stick to the big plan, no matter the little details. This was just a little detail. 

For demons like meg, torture from an amateur is like mad boring. Sure it hurts, but everything hurts, you’re a fucking demon from hell. It takes someone with real skill to make it mean something. Pain is all demons knows. And pain begets more pain, but it’s ok because that’s what’s supposed to happen, that’s the grand design. Her daddy told her so!!!!!!

Her eyes don’t lock with Dean’s, because she knows how to play ball, but she smiles all the same once he’s there. Meg’s scream turns to a laugh. This part was always her favorite– who doesn’t love a plot twist, a good flip of the script? All American Hero Comes to Save the Evil Whore.

More of meg liking to make things her own. Everyone else has such boring stories. When  Meg’s involved things get wild, things get hairy. She loves desecration. And dragging the righteous man of apocalypse fame down even further? Classic Meg Move. 

And watching Dean work is always fun. She’s seen those moves, had them used on her. She knows where they come from and the different daddies that shaped them. The guy crumbles when Dean stabs him, typical.

Meg liked Alistair and was fond of John in the way I am fond of watching “How it’s Made”. She likes knowing that she and Dean had that in common.

Only once the patsy’s dead do Meg and Dean’s eyes meet, only for a second. There’s a wall behind those Cindy Lou Who eyelashes, it’s tough. She can still tell this shakes something deep down. She could break through it with enough time. Anyone could. Dean’s eyes quickly flit to the leather binding on Meg’s arms, his hands working fast to free her. He swallows, his jaw locked. 

Once she’s finally free, she lets herself clutch at her gaping wounds, blood and sinew slicking between her fingers. She just had the nails on this girl done last week. That’s what she gets for trying to play nice. This body shakes when its bare feet touch the ground, rust and cold iron not conducive to keeping undead flesh happy. 

Dean turns away to help her pick up her clothes and she rolls her eyes. 

Meg and Dean like to think that they’re sooooo different from each other. Dean’s not some demon skank, he’s a real fucking person and Meg is a real professional. If they thought about this for longer than ten minutes it wouldnt be good for anyone involved (they know theyre similar it’s why they hate each other, terminal cases of “who’s that dog!?”). BUT Dean cant help notice that he’s been here before. He knows this. ANd it sucks and no one should have to experience it. Not even someone who deserves to be punished like her. 

“I know you don’t think I’m any sort of damsel,” she manages to get out, “You don’t have to pretend like you want to help me.”

Dean doesn’t say anything, just hands her clothing over in a wadded up ball, still looking at the floor.

“I don’t need your pity either,” Meg says. She cocks her hip and doesn’t even wince when the torn muscles and ripped flesh slide unnaturally against itself. The blood drips down her legs, like she’s in a De Palma flick and she doesn’t let it bother her.

Desecration!!! Of course this hurts but you know it’s more evidence of how Meg has taken this body to places it never should have gone. She needs to let Dean know again that she’s better than him and that this shit aint nothing to her man!!!! dracula flow voice

“I don’t fucking–” Dean throws his hands up before he finishes his sentence, “Get dressed.” He couldn’t finish his sentence. He can’t lie to someone who knows.

 Meg won here btw. Dean DOES feel sorry for her and she made him feel bad about it. And she only knows this because theyre the same. Unfortunately.

[sotogalmo]

hey hey hey! sorry for randomly popping in here and asking this but what are ur ocs thoughts on cindy and ankoku?

i hope ur having/have had a great day!

OUGRHHEGRGGRRR. So sorry for doing this late, and. Uhm. I know you said, about their thoughts on Cindy and Ankoku, but since Theo's birthday is coming around, I'm adding him in here (along with Brandon) — I'll only be doing Sebastian and Yume's thoughts, since they are in the same season as the critters in your ask

Sebastian -> Cindy: ... My thoughts on her? Well.. first. Shes- kinder and much more better than anyone I have ever met in this garden (he says, honestly seemingly so relieved as if he ran the fastest he ever can but times 3, along with the fact that he's seemingly blushing while looking everywhere but the interviewer. Moreso a blush of embarrassment). It's ..nice. (he looks away, the blush slightly cooling away) Thought I just know. It won't.... It won't last. Nothing ever lasts. But-!! (hes trying to stay positive..) At . At least she's nice. She listens to me, and that's ... Nice ('thump thump' but it's not his heart (it is), as it's mainly coming from the fact that the tip of "the rat belt" is wagging, the cooled down blush coming back brighter though he tries to contain it)

^ overall: seems to have idolized Cindy. But tries to stay out of that mindset, and treat her right. (Intimacy: 33%)

Sebastian -> Ankoku: .. ah? Wh.. who is that? I'm sorry I don't understand. I haven't meant this person ... Sorry.

^ overall: unknown. He's nervous though (intimacy: .2%?)

Sebastian -> Theo: I think... I have met him? Only a few warnings from the earlier days, that if I continue trying they'll send him to keep watch over me (I'm glad that didn't happen actually, and I only had to have that strange wire that connects to something up above). I .. but from what I remember he sounds. Too much ....

^ overall: lightly knows of him (intimacy: 27%)

Sebastian -> Brandon: ah. Cindy's friend? Aha.... Well. He has spirit. That much is ..also nice. (it seems his "rat belt" didn't stop wagging). He has a thing for living until the end and to the fullest, which is ..sorry I say nice a lot ... but .... Something is up with him .... Not that it's.. uncommon to me ... I ... (He looks away, and doesn't finish. "Rat belt" wagging being put to a stop)

^ overall: "it feels like we're the same. i don't.. want to think about it anymore...." (intimacy: 31%)

Yume -> Cindy: That girl ... She surprises me, that's for sure. I know at least she must be hiding something. No one is ever that cheerful. Ah, but .. it's nice. That she- a human, would want to spend some of her time with me— "human". Even if it's for a couple of seconds. Breath of fresh air, was the saying? She's too minty for my taste though. Like a peppermint...? (Are those what those round red/white and spicy things called? I don't remember)

^ overall: "peppermint" (intimacy: 25%)

Yume -> Ankoku: oh? The Watcher? I know of him. Only by passing. I haven't met-met him. He doesss~ sound interesting though. A watcher? I wonder what he knows of me ..... (He mumbles as he starts to stare at the camera above him)

^ overall: finds him interesting. The boss needing a watcher sure is interesting (intimacy: 11%)

Yume -> Theo: Frankly, I haven't met him. I don't think I will ever get the chance to meet him. But from your description of him? I don't think he would be... Ah. I don't know. But he sounds too much

^ overall: something is left unsaid here. He knows something else (intimacy: 30?%)

Yume -> Brandon: Ah. Too much a handful, but fun to mess with. Though hes very similar to Sebastian...? Which. Doesn't make it fun anymore. (Intimacy: 28%)

(Zombie/doll) Yume -> Brandon: Someone I can now only relate to. Only now, can I understand. Oh, we are the same. Sometimes I feel like we can go to the forest. But... You know. They won't let us. Even if that's the only spot for us..... Not in that sense. Oh, I still have my heart taken by Ald~. Brandon is just .. a... Hm. He shares nothing with him. But he does remind me of another friend of mine in the past.... Ah. We aren't understood. That's why you don't understand me, right now. I can't put our bond to words. Nor mine with Ald's. Mine with Faisal's. Mine with 'Ran's. And mine with Murrelet's. No words fits us, for we don't need them. I don't need them. Ald surely doesn't need them. Brandon doesn't need them. Faisal doesn't need them. 'Ran doesn't need them. Murrelet doesn't need them.

^ overall: who knows. Like he said. He doesn't need words, so I guess we don't need to write anything down (intimacy: 43%)

Fai: @rockwgooglyeyes / Cia: @starry-skiez / Murr: @pwippy . I've been honestly having heavy 4 Musketeers brainrot (moreso yume brainrot). He's so fun to write.

@aakaneeee since I'm now thinking of doing the same thing but with Sebastian's thoughts on Yvonne, along with the intimacy level thing.

[glazeflower]

Because I see people do this I'll just fo it to

Characters and what they smell like

From different fandoms because why not i have actually ideas for them and otherwise it will be short if i did them separately and me no like Ft. Simeon,Kaeya Alberich,Amber,Kamisato Ayato, Arashi Narukami, Tatsumi Kazehaya, Tsukasa Suou and Riddle Roseheart

Simeon

It's a mixture of a faint smell of Ink and tea

It depends what he just did either writing or having tea with Luke

But most of the time its mixed

But you would smell tea more

Sometimes mint and sometimes herbel

Its always a good surprise when you smell his scent

Helps calm you down

Kaeya

A strong ass scented cologne

That you can smell after he walked past 5 min ago in the streets of Mondstad

But when your alone

You can smell the scent of wine that's been scented deep into his clothes

Mostly red or dandelion wine

And maybe the strong ass cologne too but less

Idk how to explain 😭😭

If it were an AU he would smell like Axe body spray

I'm sorry

This is no Kaeya slander or something i legit love him pls don't attack 😭😭

Amber

Depends on situation

If she just came back from a mission that requires her to use her vision

Then she smells like something burned

She smells like burned grass

But if she did her patrol with a glider then she smells like air, fresh air

But normaal days with no such situation then i think

A light smell of sweet flower parfum

Very nice to smell

Ayato Kamisato

Fancy cologne that's expensive

Also the smell of ink but stronger

When he has days off which are VERY rare

He smells flowery fresh idk how to properly describe it

When Thoma or other servants get's him milk tea

He will smell like it faintly

A bit like brown sugar

Very pleasant

Arashi Narukami

Depends on her mood a minty cologne that smells very faint or flowery parfum during Knights concerts

Goes often for the second option

When on normaal days off

She will smell very sweet and flowery

Has may scents in her collection but loves the sweet smelling once the most

When hugging her and sniffing her scent she smells like she just went to a flower field or flower shop

Very comfy

Tatsumi Kazehaya

A bit earthy little bit minty cologne when on stage

When in days off old books

Idk why he just give that vibe

You can't deny old books smell the best! Argue with the wall

Tsukasa Suou

On stage he has a fresh smelling cologne

Kinda like a cucumber and green tea combo

On off days he smells like tea and sweets

Cakes, tarts, parfait and etc

And like sweet tea

He smells like he just came out of a bakery/cafe

Maybe he did...

Riddle Roseheart

Old books

A bit of ink

Roses. 100%

And lastly pastries and tea

I think it's pretty clear on this one

I think this is all for now I hope you like it tbh i didn't know most pf the terms for scents. I also didn't know the word for mans parfum was called cologne. You learn something new everyday Uhm anyway i hope its accuraat hihi...

[weministertomonsters]

Minotaur-Demon Hybrid (Andolin)

Charlotte hit the ground with a bone-rattling thud. Her heartbeat thumped in her ears and the crowd roared curses and encouragement and everything in between. She was too winded to get up immediately.

I'm fine, nothing is broken, she decided as she took stock of herself. But gods be damned, she was exhausted.

"Charlotte," a warm, laughing voice boomed above her.

She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter despite the sand in her eye, but if she thought that would deter her opponent, she was wrong. 

"Do you submit?" He shouted.

The crowd settled into a hush, awaiting her answer. Charlotte gritted her teeth and yelled to be heard by the people.

"I submit!"

A good half of the crowd groaned because they would be going home with lighter pockets. Charlotte had been the reigning champion for a surprisingly long time, and now this buffoon had wandered in not more than a week ago and taken her title in just one match. Humiliating.

"Need a hand?" He asked and her eyes flew open.

The minotaur hybrid was leaning over her, ears pricked with interest. If he stood any closer, she'd be able to see all the way up his thighs and right under his loincloth. Charlotte sprang up, smacking his hand away.

"I'm fine!" She snapped and took a deep breath, steadying herself against the wall as the world spun. "I'm fine," she repeated, before limping out of the arena.

At least she hadn't gone easy on him either, and that was what she consoled herself with as she bathed and smoothed a minty salve over tender spots on her body. She brushed her hair out and put it up in a bun, before going to face the music. As soon as she stepped into the main room where the fighters spent their free time, she was overwhelmed by the others as they crowded around her.

"Own up, Charlotte," Midara the siren said in her melodic voice, her red mouth grinning.

"Yeah, no one forgot about the bet you made!" Eldin, the veteran lycan added, eyes gleaming.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "I didn't think I'd lose when I made the bet," she said defensively. "Andolin is freakishly strong."

"So are you going back on your word?" Midara asked, adding slyly, "That's rather unlike you."

"No," Charlotte snapped, "I'll never hear the end of it if I do."

She turned and strode back into the hallway.

"Have fun!" Midara cheekily called after her, and Charlotte tossed a rude gesture back at her.

She found Andolin in his chamber lounging on his bed, leafing through a book. She leaned in the doorway and waited for him to notice her. He didn't, not until a slight breeze brought her scent over to him. He lowered the book and looked at her.

"You can read?" She asked. 

He tossed his head. "Minotaur's can't read, is that it?"

"Relax," she said. "I'm not poking at you. I never learned to read myself."

"What are you doing here?" He said, putting the book on a small table by the bed.

"I made a bet," she said, inviting herself in. "If I lost the match today, I'd fuck you."

Andolin blinked and his nose twitched. Not the reaction she'd been expecting.

"So I heard. Ballsy move by the way. What if I say no?" He asked flippantly.

"Are you going to?" Charlotte crossed her arms. "Because I'd like to fuck."

His eyes widened with shock at her blunt words. 

"You know, I was under the impression that you hated me."

"I just don't like how easy it is for you to best me, in the training ring and during the matches," she replied, stepping closer and reaching out to touch his face. "I don't like losing."

"Yes, that's obvious," he said in reply, turning his head to nuzzle his soft nose against her palm.

He shifted on the bed to make room for her. She stepped out of her shoes and lowered herself beside him. For a moment they sat there and breathed the same air and Charlotte could feel his hesitance. Did he doubt her ability to hold up the bet, or was he second-guessing himself?

"You know it's up to you-" She began to say, and he put a hand against her chest and pushed.

She tipped backward on the soft mattress, a small puff of air escaping her lips in surprise. Her cheeks grew hot as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

I'm doing this because of the bet, she reminded herself. That's all.

This demon-minotaur hybrid was handsome, with red-spotted skin and impressive, curling horns. He possessed no wings, but he did have a spiked tail and claws that a minotaur certainly wouldn't have. And those red eyes of his! When he was in the middle of a match, they certainly did look demonic.

Charlotte had to admit she was curious. What was his story, and who had he been before he joined the arena? She had heard rumors that he had grown up an orphan.

She waited with her legs pressed lightly together. He had a look on his face; the expression of one who had never expected to get so lucky. That was often the case with creatures like him. Only a courageous soul would approach a minotaur's bed because most people couldn't handle having their insides nearly rearranged. But she liked a challenge and a little pain. Still, he was staring like it was a miracle. Maybe he'd forgotten this was a bet; she probably wouldn't have otherwise.

She covered her scoff with a small laugh. 

"I can undress if it will help," she said, slipping her shoulder strap down.

"No. It's fine," he said thickly, even as his eyes lingered on the bare curve of her shoulder. 

"It's fine," he repeated with a soft, heady sigh. "I don't want to trouble you any further."

Oh, you hesitant thing, she wanted to tell him. You're more than worthy of that.

She did rather like her lovers to let her take the lead. And with strong ones who could easily best her as Andolin had done, it satisfied her to ruin them in the bedroom. In all things, she always wanted to come out on top. She got on her knees, took his scruffy face in her hands, and kissed him tenderly.

It took him a moment to process the fact that she wasn't rushing to get this over with. It made him gasp quietly. He had an old knick of a scar on his cheekbone and another across his eyebrow, jagged and thick. His breath hitched when she kissed them.

"I must admit I like men like you," she whispered. "You're strong until you aren't..."

Her hands skimmed up his arms, fingertips caressing the muscles there that were rock hard to the touch. Always tense, always ready to defend. She could assume he had lived a life of fighting and fleeing and probably be right.

"So powerful, and yet so scared," she hummed and touched the bandage on his arm where she had gotten a good cut in earlier.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"Nah, all my blood is flowing elsewhere," he said cheekily, and she smirked and reached up to his horn.

She knew it was sensitive and tugged brutally anyway. His head was forced to tip back, baring his neck, which she nuzzled at.

"Fuck," he said throatily.

They knelt on his bed, facing one another. Still, he had barely touched her, as if he was afraid that she was too delicate, that he would crush her. Had he already forgotten her resilience when she faced him in the arena? She explored him with soft lips and the teasing press of her teeth. He trembled under her touch, his hands flexing against his thighs. She was certain that like this, she could devour him whole. 

She had to remind herself not to get carried away.

"Can I touch you?" He asked, eyes like pools of crimson lava, framed by soft, fluttery eyelashes.

The fact that he had asked first thrilled her in a way she hadn't felt before.

"No," she said. "Not until I say you may."

She took his bulky shoulders in her hands and pushed him back. He wouldn't have gone if he didn't feel like it, they both knew that. As it was, he played along and let himself be pliable for her, lying flat on the mattress. She tugged on the ties of his loincloth, which wasn't doing much to cover him any more. 

"Let's get this off." She said.

He lifted his hips for her, and she removed the article of clothing, so he was completely bare for her.

"You get excited easily," she commented, scraping her nails lightly over his thighs, watching his body shudder.

His cock was an interesting sight to behold. Heavy and ash-black, with dusky pink spots. His balls looked full and round. Because of his mixed race, he was huge down here too. Charlotte doubted herself for a moment, but she wasn't one to give up without trying.

She took him in her hand and he grunted, his hips flexing in response. Admirably, he didn't touch her,  opting to clutch at the sheets instead, huffing when she sat up and peeled off her clothes anyway, despite his earlier wish not to bother her. Charlotte wasted no time and straddled his hips, looking down at him.

"Are you sure?" Andolin blinked up at her sweetly.

She leaned over to the floor to get the small bottle of oil she had brought with her, grinning. She scooted lower on his thighs so that she could let the oil drip onto his cock, using her hand to spread it from head to base, then back up again, savoring the hardness of him. His precum leaked against her fingers and he moaned.

"Listen to that," Charlotte said. "The Champion sounds like a little bitch in bed."

His ears pricked and he quivered.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He said and yelped when she tightened her grip on him. "Fuck, I take that back."

"Don't gloat, I'm nowhere near done with you yet," she said.

When she deemed his cock to be as slippery as she could get it, she raised herself and teased the flared head against her wet pussy. 

That part alone will be a challenge to fit in, she mused, rolling her hips as she worked him against her clit.

"Charlotte," Andolin whined impatiently, desperate and maybe a little sulky.

She finally pressed him to her center and lowered.  There was a minute resistance, and his cock popped into her. She paused and sucked in a breath.

"Gods, I already feel full," she muttered, planting her hands on Andolin's chest to balance herself.

Andolin shivered, straining not to thrust into her. The white of his eyes showed as he pressed his head back against the pillow, his horns scraping against the headboard. Charlotte smirked and took him into her gradually, her glee giving way to awe at the way he filled her. 

"Okay," she panted when there were only a few inches left that couldn't fit into her. "You can touch me now."

Andolin pulled her close and kissed her deeply, rumbling in his throat as one of his hands clasped her hip and pulled her up gently, before pressing her back down. The other toyed with her nipple, cupping her breast. Charlotte moaned and squirmed when his cock reached her limit. She almost asked him to wait and give her more time to adjust, but she liked this a little too much to care. He drew back, only to push in again.

"Ah, you bastard," Charlotte sputtered, dizzy from the pleasure that was delivered with a hint of pain, a balance that was just enough to keep her from going completely dumb.

He pulled her in close, so they were face to face as he drove into her. He stared up at her, his pupils blown with lust. The bed squeaked ominously but neither of them could be bothered. Charlotte grabbed ahold of one of his horns to anchor herself and he snarled, quickening his pace.

"Gods," she whimpered, her head falling against his chest, nearly limp from the pleasure.

So this was what she had been missing out on these past few months. How had she forgotten just how good it could feel?

"Charlotte," Andolin hissed, his hands kneading her hips. "Fuck, Charlotte. I'm going to come. Do you want me to- should I..."

"Inside me," she instructed. "I want to have all of you inside me."

"Are you protected?" He asked, burying his nose in her hair and pulling her close as he thrust up into her.

"Yes," she responded breathlessly. "Can't risk it in a place like this."

He grunted in agreement. She braced her hands against the mattress and tilted her hips so that each thrust stimulated her clit. She shuddered and came with a loud cry half the arena could probably hear, and she would pay for that later. But right now, she could do nothing but focus on her pleasure, lacing her fingers with Andolin's as her body squeezed tight around him. 

With a great snort and a jerky thrust, he spilled inside her. There was so much of it that it seeped out of her and dripped against his furry thighs. More of it dripped when she began to laugh.

"If I wasn't drinking prevention potions each month, this would surely make me pregnant," she said, finally flopping on her back bonelessly beside him, her heart racing.

For a moment, they lay quietly together, and then Charlotte remembered that he was reigning Champion now, and staying too long might make it seem like she was bribing him to go easy on her, or something like that. Rumors got around easily. She began to sit, but he nudged her back down.

"Let me get you something to clean up with first," he said softly. "I'm not your enemy, Charlotte."

She smiled and plucked at a loose thread on the bedsheets. 

"I know," she replied.

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

William Rex

Chapter 4

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Liam: "Ah, Good morning, Kate. Come over here, eat with me."

The next morning, when I went to the dining room for breakfast, Liam's cheerful voice greeted me.

Kate: "Good morning."

Liam: "So, how was your date with Will?"

Kate: "Huh!? Er..Ummm....."

The word 'date' reminded me of what happened last night.

----FLASHBACK-----

William: "Then I'll commit one sin."

Kate: "Eh?"

William took my hand and lightly kissed the back of it.

Kate: "...!?"

It was a reverent kiss of greeting like one would give to a noblewoman, but my face suddenly became hot.

Kate: "W-What was that for.....?"

William: "Kissing someone without asking for their consent is a fin sin. Now you have something to report to her Majesty."

Kate: "Ha.....? Ah....Ehh...."

(Is he caring for me....?)

Kate: "Thank you......"

Not knowing how to react, I could only reply in a hushed voice.

----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

There was no way I could write such a thing as a 'sin' in the report, and therefore, the report for the memorable first day was not submitted.

(I went along for the mission, but I didn't accomplish anything)

(Besides, if I call it a 'date' then it may be seen as I'm not taking my Fairy tale master job seriously....)

Liam: "Hello, Kate? Are you there?"

Kate: "Oh! Sorry. I just spaced out for a bit there. Last night was..."

Harrison: "....Liam."

Harrison, who was sitting across from Liam, puts down his salad fork as if to help me out when I looked dazed.

Harrison: "You don't have to ask her every single thing."

Harrison: "Look at her face. From the moment she entered the dining room, you can see that she had a good time."

(Eh)

Liam: "Hmmm....you think so?"

Kate: "What face are you talking about....?"

Harrison: "You don't have to make excuses. Most people who go out with Will end up looking like this."

('Most people'....Looks like he has been on dates with many people)

(Then maybe...it's the same as what I heard last night)

"If he likes someone, he is willing to support you."

Looks like even I was counted as one of them.

(I'm going to be here for a month, so...I think it's better than being annoying)

Harrison: "...But you should be careful."

Kate: "Careful of what?"

Harrison: "Will is quick to love others. But....his love is like rain falling on grass and trees."

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Harrison: "Will is quick to love others. But....his love is like rain falling on grass and trees."

Kate: "What do you mean?"

Harrison: "All I can say is that, don't get too hooked."

('Too hooked'.....)

Harrison's minty eyes cast a meaningful glance.

(....Romantically you mean?)

Kate: "Yes....I'll be careful."

(He certainly doesn't seem to be the incomprehensible psycopath....like I first thought he was)

(Whether or not to fall in love is a whole other matter)

He's in the business of killing people, and he's destined to meet a tragic end.

I can understand him as a person, but it was too dangerous to fall in love with him.

Alphonse: "Good morning, everyone."

Elbert: "........."

Liam: "Good morning, you guys. It's unusual to see you two at the breakfast table."

Alphonse: "Now we wouldn't want our Lord El to pass away, do we? So I thought I would bring him here to give him some nourishment from time to time."

Harrison: "Seriously, what the hell is going on inside your body? .....You're always greedy, but when it comes to food, you never eat."

Elbert: "..........I don't know about that either."

Alphonse: "In El's case, isn't that kind of ironic?"

Master Elbert sits next to me and Mr. Alphonse sat across of him.

Kate: "Good morning."

Elbert: "........Good morning."

Master Elbert looked down languidly at his plate and then only sipped water with sliced lemons in it.

(Maybe he's sick....?)

As I stare at him with concern, he suddenly turns his gaze toward me.

Elbert: "......."

His deep ocean-colored eyes twinkled as if he had found a shell on the beach.

Kate: "....?"

Elbert: "........Did something happen?"

Kate: "What do you mean?"

Elbert: "You look.......more beautiful than you did yesterday."

(B-Beautiful....?)

Being admired by someone who is the literal personification of beauty is more awkward than joyful.

Alphonse: "Elbert. Don't tell me you're going to turn Miss Kate into a silent object in your room?"

(Silent object....)

I remember noting in my notebook that Master Elbert is looking for the 'most beautiful' thing, and he locks them all away in his room.

Elbert: "...........If she is what I'm looking for then...."

(Huh.....!?)

That means if he likes me, he will lock me up in his room too!?

When I turn to look at Liam and Harrison for help.

Harrison: "You're guess is as good as mine, isn't it?"

Liam: "I have yet to see an actual human being locked inside of Master El's room, too."

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Kate: "Um....! I don't think I'm what you're looking for....!"

Alphonse: "Yes, I think 'best in the world' is an overestimation."

(You're right, but it's hurtful when you say it so clearly....)

Elbert: "..........Oh."

Master Elbert's profile sank into sorrowful melancholy once again.

(Thank god...I'm not going to be locked up)

(I'm sure that 'beautiful' is a misnomer)

(I am the same person I was yesterday)

To regain my composure, I brought my breakfast to my mouth.

(Anyway, today is the day I will officially start my duties as a Fairy tale master)

(I have to observe William with my own eyes and find out what I need to write in my report)

(To do that, first, I have to find William)

Kate: "Thank you for the meal."

Liam: "Are you going to look for Will?"

Kate: "? Yes."

Liam: "Fufu, you're smiling. Cute."

Liam pokes my cheek with his fingertip.

(Eh....?)

I rushed to touch my cheek.

(Oh that....)

I was surprised to see that my mouth seemed to have relaxed just a little.

(.....Why.....)

Kate: ".......It's nothing like that."

With pursed lips, I left the dinning room.

It's just my job to find William.

There is no other reason.

........

(Is he not here....?)

I knocked on the door of William's room to compose myself, and I was.

I looked around, feeling shrugged off by the silence that returned.

(I wonder where he is. I should have asked for his schedule yesterday....hm?)

Then, softly, as if sunlight was flooding through the clouds, the sound of a piano could be heard.

(Piano....)

(....This song is)

(Yesterday's stage play song)

I started walking as if I was lured by the sweet whispering melody.

..........

On the grand piano set up in the hall, I find the silver hair I was looking for.

(....If I call him now, the music will stop)

I stopped a little far away, feeling regretful but the melody stopped suddenly.

Kate: "....Sorry, did I bother you?"

William: "You don't have to. I was playing it to lure you out and it worked as intended. Good morning."

(Me...?)

Suddenly, the sweet words were spoken to me, and my heart fluttered.

Kate: "Good morning....."

The voice that came out of my mouth sounded like it was filled with confusion and a little bit of joy.

(No...it's just)

(I'm just...weirdly conscious of him because the other guys told me I looked happy, beautiful, etc)

Kate: "From today onwards, can you tell me your plans for the next day so I can come to find you."

William: "Haha, you will come looking for me?"

Kate: "Well....of course, because it's my job."

William: "I see, so it's for your job."

-----Options------

Yes, for my job.

Why did you repeat it?

Is there any problem?

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Kate: "Yes, for my job."

William: "Hmmm? You have a strong sense of responsibility."

(....When I'm talking to William, I still get restless)

Kate: ".....You are...really good at playing piano."

William: "I'm honored to receive your compliment. If you're interested, come sit next to me."

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William: "I'm honored to receive your compliment. If you're interested, come sit next to me."

William's bright red eyes were staring back at me.

(......Next to him?)

Hesitation crosses my mind.

(I have a feeling it's going to be dangerous)

Thinking back, I also had to bathe in the blood that night I met him.

It was because of his performance that I was drawn to him.

(There's no reason....why I should accept all of his invitations just because I'm on a mission)

(There is .....no reason)

But I was so attracted to William's gaze.

I found myself sitting down next to him.

(.....What am I even doing?)

(But...I wanna see his fingers moving and playing that melody?)

(I want to know....)

William: "Try to imitate me."

Kate: "Um....I've never played the piano before."

William: "It's okay. I'm sure you can do it."

William tapped the keys slowly with five fingers as if setting an example.

The simple melody resonated pleasantly, shaking the air in the hall.

William: "See? I told you didn't I."

Kate: "....Yes, you're right."

Kate: "Maybe, I can play it."

Piano keys are heavier than I had imagined.

When I moved my fingers, I heard a popping sound, and even though it was just that, it made my heart skip a beat!

(It's a beautiful sound)

William: "Good job. Keep it up."

When the same melody is repeated, William begins to move his hands next to me.

With the addition of the accompaniment, the simple melody instantly flourished.

It was as if I had become an amazing pianist.

(.....It feels nice)

Like grains of light, the sound bounces in the air and makes my heart skip a beat.

The world looks so different next to him.

(It's like I am dragged out onto the stage, unknowingly)

(And it looks like I can't go back to the audience....)

I don't know if that would be a good thing for me....though.

William: "What do you wish for the most right now?"

William asks me as he plays.

(My wish....?)

When my fingers slip due to a lapse of concentration, the accompaniment modulates to pick up the offending note.

(My wish is....)

Kate: "Well, of course for now...I want to go back to my peaceful life."

William: "Really?"

William: "Did you ever look this greedy in your peaceful life?"

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William: "Did you ever look this greedy in your peaceful life?"

(....Greedy?)

----FLASHBACK----

William: "There you go, my lady."

Kate: "....Thank you."

William: "You're welcome."

----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(You mean that's how I looked like when we first met....?)

Kate: "There is no such thing...."

Kate: "I'm happy with my daily life, working in a worthwhile job....and occasionally going to the theater."

Certainly, there were times when I thought that if I took a step forward, a different world might open up to me.

However, I am sure that I have never felt that I am missing something so much as to be called 'greedy.'

(....Rather, it was more than enough for me)

I felt the weight of my notebook grow heavier in my pocket, and my hand stopped playing the piano.

Kate: ".....Why do you think I am greedy? You don't even know anything about me."

William: "Hmm......I wonder why?"

William's accompaniment also breaks off abruptly.

The afterglow faded away and silence fell.

William: "I don't know, so I want to know. You were staring at me with those eyes that evening."

William: "Why are you still obsessed with your 'everyday' life, stifling yourself?"

(Those eyes...?)

I wonder what kind of eyes I was looking at him with that evening.

I feel as if he is staring at me, whom I don't even know, and my heart is stirring.

William: "Tell me, what do you want?"

Kate: "Why would you care so much....?"

William: "Because I'm interested in you."

William: "Any other reason would have been a red herring anyway, wouldn't it?"

(.....Ah......)

William's red eyes stare at me from a distance that almost touches the tip of our noses.

When I realized this, I finally remembered the closeness.

We were sitting next to each other on a narrow piano bench, and if one of us moved our arms just a little, we would bump into each other.

(I....)

The scent of the roses he wears grazes my nose, and my heart begins to beat loudly.

Kate: ".....I...I..."

I get that feeling again.

I want to escape. I need to escape.

His voice, his eyes, trying to get deep into my body and uncover something.

(I'm going crazy)

William smiled gently as if he could see through my impatience.

He gently put his lips to my ear.

William: "....Let's start with something a little more rudimentary."

Giocondo: Happily - Normal Story

[jsprnt]

Healing Hearts PT.6 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

A/N: the moment we’ve all been waiting for! this is a long one, enjoy :)

C/W: mention of abusive relationship, blood.

WC: 5.012

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

"The swelling has been going down thankfully. You're very lucky it's a minor injury. I've discussed your injury with both Dr. Woods and Dr. Davis, and we think you'll be back in a few weeks, though we'll have to keep monitoring it regularly. Especially since you're being included in the national team lineup." I say, filling in some important documents about Ibo's injury.

"Thank you doctor. I really hope I will be fine for the national matches." He says, French accent shining through. I give him a crooked smile, turning my full attention towards him.

"You know I can't promise you anything except that I'll help you to my upmost ability, as your physiotherapist." I state. He nods his head, acknowledging what I tell him. I give him some more instructions about how to make sure his injury doesn't get worse. He walks out of my office a while later, feeling more confident in healing faster.

I glance at my planner, checking off the appointments I had completed. Realizing I had a fifteen-minute break. I grab my phone out of my handbag, checking my messages.

I had sent my friends a couple of cute pictures I took last night, asking which one to post.

I had done my make up and dressed up out of boredom. Wanting to go back to posting on my Instagram regularly, keeping my friends and family up to date since I now lived in a different city again.

I add some other pictures to it, making it photo dump and adding a caption. I press post, scrolling through my timeline before checking the time. Next appointment: meeting with physiotherapy team.

I shove my phone in my back pocket, grabbing some documents we need before walking along the hallways to the gym, Dr. Davis would definitely be there.

I feel my stomach grumble, lunchtime was soon and I couldn't wait to eat honestly.

I walk in greeting some players who are working out hard. The faint smell of sweat and deodorant hits my nose. I scrunch my nose, trying to focus on my own perfume. I could never get used to the smell of men exercising, no matter how long I worked in this industry.

Suddenly, a ball rolls up to my feet. I turn my head to the right seeing Trent and Dom. My left hand fidgeting with the documents in my arm.

"You guys are playing two touch in the gym?"

I raise my brows at them, taking the ball and rolling it under my foot. "That's what I said. This is gym time!" I glance at a slightly frustrated Mo, chuckling at him before turning back to the other guys. "You guys sound like my parents when I was younger. Stop being an arse and kick the ball back!" Trent yells in his Scouser accent.

I gasp at him, grabbing my chest offended. "Hey, I'm only twenty-five, he's the old one!" I point to Mo as he gives me a surprised look. The other players in the gym looking up due to the slight commotion. "I am not old- I'm thirty-one!" He exclaims. I try hold back a laugh, glancing at the other players who have slight grins on their face, overhearing our banter.

I feel a warm hand on my shoulder, turning my head to see a slightly sweaty Virgil. A sweaty but powdery-musk smell enters my nostrils. His curly baby hairs sticking to his forehead, his signature waves slightly frizzy. He leans forward, his face close to mine.

"If he's old what am I then?" My eyes widen, feeling his minty breath fanning my face. I stare up at him for a second before I hear my name being called by Dr. Davis, who's looking at us from the entrance of the gym. "Well- I've got a meeting, you'll have to ask Trent!" I give him a sheepish smile, scooping up the ball with my foot and kicking it back to Dominik, surprising myself at the fact that I hadn't lost the football skills I had learnt in primary school.

"Train hard everyone! I'll be there James!" I yell before jogging away hearing some chuckles behind me as leave the gym.

"Since we're done discussing everything, y/n how has it been working here so far." I look up from the stack of documents, smiling at the two senior physio's.

"It's been two weeks but it feels way longer honestly, in a good way of course. Staff and player are nice and the workplace is very positive." I state. They look at me with bright smiles, looking very relieved. We chat some more before Dr. Woods dismisses me for lunch.

I bid them goodbye and walk back to my office. Putting away the documents and walking into the canteen. I fill my plate with some tasty food, remembering not eat too much since Virgil was inviting me over for dinner later.

I sit next to Clara, chatting, well more like gossiping about literally everyone.

"She cheated on him?!" I yell a little out of shock as she tells me the latest celebrity dating drama.

I take a sip of my water, swallowing before asking her more about it. Some players asking if they can sit our table. I absentmindedly nod at them, not paying attention as I'm too invested in Clara's story.

"Who cheated?" I hear a confused Curtis say. We glance at him briefly realizing multiple players at had been sitting at our table. You'd think they'd be invested in their own banter, but they quite literally had been eavesdropping our conversation.

"Why's everyone looking at us?"

I murmur to Clara, embarrassed smile on my face.

"Because you are very loud." I look at Robbo, mumbling a quick sorry before Clara and me turn back to our own conversation again, this time with way less volume.

I shove the last bites of veggies in my mouth listening to the details of her juicy story.

"Show me a picture of the guy." I say, very curious. She taps on her phone handing me it. I look at the phone screen, my mouth falling open. "She cheated on him with this?" I exclaim, totally baffled. My hand covering my mouth in disbelief.

I feel a presence behind me, turning to see Curtis look at the screen. I quirk my eyebrow at him.

"What? You girls are so loud I want to know the gossip show me!" I roll my eyes at him playfully before I show him the picture.

"Oh- was she blind or?" I laugh at his comment before I hear the guys at the table complain about wanting to see the pictures too.

I sigh before showing them the phone, hearing a couple words of disbelief. "Maybe he has a nice personality?" I hear Harvey say.

This becomes the only topic of our conversation at our table, dragging on for the next fifteen minutes. And they say women gossip more than men.

"No, it's crazier since her partner- well ex is hot."

I hear Clara say. I nod at her comment. "She's not wrong."

My eyes wander around the table as the guys seem to be more invested into the drama than us now. I chuckle at their banter, my lips curling up into a smile, dimples on display. My eyes lock with Virgil's who's sitting at the end of the table. He smiles back, and a warm feeling seeps into my chest, a faint blush covering my cheeks.

A knock on my door takes me out of my concentrated trance. I watch as the door swing open, revealing Virgil. I check the time, training must've ended early?

"What's up?" I raise a brow, fidgeting with my pen before standing up from my seat. He smirks at me and walks around to sit on the treatment table, looking very comfortable. "Something wrong?"

I walk up to him, almost standing in between his thighs due to his frame. "Nothing wrong." He says. I notice a glimmer of mischievousness in his eyes.

"Why are you here then hm?" I fold my arms up to my chest, lifting my head slightly to look him in the eyes. He laughs at me before mirroring my stance. "I came here to confirm tonight, you'll be at my place at 7 right?"

"Yeah, you thought I forgot? In one day?"

He huffs, before shaking his head. "No, just confirming." He smirks, and I can’t help but wonder why he's being, so- weird?

"And I was wondering- do you have any allergies?" I raise my brows. "Why are you cooking? I instead of a fancy private chef?" I scoff, a hint of teasing in my tone.

His expression turns offended, scoffing back. "Yes, I will be cooking, you don't think I'm capable of making a nice dinner?" He retorts.

I raise my hands in defense, holding back a laugh. "Okay Mister Chef, don't get too riled up. I'll look forward to it." I study his face for a reaction, the corners of my lips tugging upwards.

"I'll show you, just be on time." He says, giving me a cocky smile. I feel my heart pound faster in my chest, that smile was to literally go feral for, I had to admit. "I'll be there just send me the address."

I put on my halter-neck dress, struggling to reach the back as I check the time. Fuck, twenty minutes until I have to leave. I fight against the flexibility of my arms some more before huffing and giving up, thanking myself for befriending my neighbor.

I walk out of my apartment, going up to Sofia's door and knocking on it. The door opens and I greet her before turning around, giving her the message. She chuckles before reaching down to zip up my dress. I turn back facing her again and give her a hug as a ‘thank you’. She whistles at me, her arms folded. "Damn girl, which lucky guy is seeing all of this tonight." I laugh at her, trying to convince her it's nothing like that, though see doesn't seem very convinced. "I doubt that, but let me know how it goes?" I nod at her before leaving back to my apartment. "Don't drink too much!" She yells after me. "I won't!"

I stand in front of my mirror, hands smoothing down my dress before I pack my handbag. I grab my lip liner, meticulously lining my lips and applying a pretty gloss on top. I breathe in and exhale slowly, my hands clammy for some crazy reason. Am I nervous? I shake my head at my distress, not believing I was nervous for something so simple. It's just dinner.

My phone buzzes on my coffee table, I grab it walking out of my apartment after being fully ready. My Notification Center being flooded by my Instagram post being liked, I smile at myself before checking the most important message. Virgil had sent his address finally.

After a half hour drive of me fighting with the directions and the navigation system, I finally arrive at his home, a nice big gate around it. Though, his house wasn't anything I expected, it was defined huge but not modern like I thought his house would be.

I reach for my phone, ready to call him but I'm stopped by the gates opening. I sigh before driving up onto his huge driveway, catching a glimpse of the other cars he owned. I hadn't seen them before at the training center.

I gather my bag, jumping out of my car and fixing my dress, walking around to his front door. The door opens, a nicely dressed Virgil smiles back at me.

Oh fuck, he looks insanely good. He's wearing a off-white polo shirt, the sleeves a little snug on his biceps, paired nicely with some black pants. His hair in his signature hairstyles and it looks like he had cleaned up his facial hair a bit.

"Hey!" I greet, stepping into his home. I glance around, noticing the touches of marble and wood decorate his home. "You look beautiful." He hums, leaning down and pulling me into a warm hug, a hand softly running down my arm. I try to stop my brain from short-circuiting, focusing instead of allowing my mind to wander.

"I really thought you weren't coming after I said I'd be cooking." His voice vibrates in my ear. The musky smell of his cologne engulfing my senses.

I pull back. "Do you think I'm going to pass up an opportunity to taste your cooking? I need to know if the 'worlds best defender' can cook a nice meal as well, no? Besides, you hurt my nose. I need some compensation for that!" He laughs at me, before leading me further into his home, keeping a hand on my back, in between my shoulder blades.

He guides me into the main room. I glance around noticing the kitchen, living room and dinning room are all on one floor, connected.

"Your house is so pretty." I breathe out, glancing at him. "Did you have it designed?" He hums, nodding. "I did but I worked with them to make it my own." He says.

He leads me to the dining table, it wasn't a huge one, the dark walnut wood giving it a cozy touch. A pretty chandelier dangling from the ceiling, casting a warm light into the room.

The table is filled with plates, wine glasses and cutlery. Most importantly the decent amount of food. He pulls back my chair to allow me to sit. I turn back to look at him. Maybe, chivalry wasn't dead. He walks around the table to sit down across from me.

I gasp, my eyes widening. "So, you made all of this?" I motion to the table with my hands, making a circle motion with my fingers.

"Of course I did, did you think I was bluffing?"

I eye him up suspiciously, raising a brow. "Well- no, but not this." I say. "You shouldn't have, training was very intensive today and you must be tired." My expression falters into a concerned one. He really did all of this, for me?

"No, it's okay. I wanted to really show you how sorry I was. Besides, I like doing things for the ones I care about." I freeze at his words, staring at him with wide eyes, he cares?

He clears his throat, before asking I want a glass of water. I nod, as he starts pouring water into a glass and handing it to me. I reach over, grabbing it and lifting the cold glass it up to my lips. My pink lip gloss leaving a stain on the edge of the glass.

"So, chef are you going to explain what you've cooked tonight?" I say, a smile tugging on my lips.

"Of course, just a second." He stands up, walking over to the glass sliding-doors leading to the backyard. He slides them open and a nice breeze blows in to the house immediately. He walks outside into the backyard, I tilt my head curiously.

Then he appears again, a big plate in his hand and a smoky smell reaching my nostrils. Steak- he'd grilled steak on his barbecue?

I follow his every move with my eyes, he walks up to me placing a piece of steak on my and his plate. He walks back to me, grabbing the plate from in front of me and cutting it. My heart practically melt at the action, my face flushing.

"Smells amazing, thank you." I say, looking up at him. My eyes following the movements of his hands. He places the plate with cut steak in front of me again, giving me a smile. "My pleasure." He says, his voice silky as ever.

He sits down again, motioning for me to start eating. "I'm not a course-meal person myself, so I just put out everything at once. I hope you're okay with that?" He makes eyes contact with me, a faint smile on his lips.

"Oh- it's fine I promise. I'm not a fan of that either." I say, shaking my head slightly. He looks at me pleased, before starting to explain every dish he had prepped.

We dig in before the food gets cold. I taste the steak, humming at the taste. It melting on my tongue. "This is insanely good. How'd you learn to cook like this? Your mom?"

He nods, a reminiscing look on his face. "That and I worked at a restaurant when I was younger. Washed the dishes, but could overhear the chefs talking about how to prepare the food all the time."

"I guess, I could actually call you chef?" He chuckles at me before suggesting I taste the spaghetti, coated in a creamy tomato sauce.

"This is really good, oh my god." I gasp at the taste, this had to be the best spaghetti I have ever eaten and I have probably eaten spaghetti in every country I had visited.

He grabs the decanter filled with red wine, I imagine him meticulously decanting it and smile to myself. "Wait- I'm driving home remember? I can't drink." I say. "You can drink it's fine. I'll drive you home, you can relax. You're my guest."

I smile at his words, watching him move carefully. I could definitely get used to being wined and dined like this again.

I notice the almost empty bottle next to it. He walks over to me to fill my wineglass. I eye the familiar label, trying to figure out where I had had it before. I didn't know much about wine, but this one was etched into my memory for some reason. He notices my confusion and gives me information about it. I think carefully as he speaks, finally remembering where I had had it before. I mentally slap myself for remembering the shitty memory.

I had it on a date with Theo at a three star Michelin restaurant. He had asked the waiter for their 'very good red wine' in the rudest way possible, embarrassing me in the process. Then he'd bragged about the bottle being worth seven grand the entire dinner. A chill travels down my spine, remembering how he'd lashed out at me later for 'ogling the waiter' in his twisted words.

Wait-? This bottle is worth seven thousand and I'm being served it on a simple dinner? I snap out of my thoughts before looking at the glass of wine in front of me. Looking back at Virgil, trying to not look as shocked as I am right now.

"Something wrong? You don't like it-" I interrupt him. "No, I just remembered we're I've had this wine before, that's it."

He raises a brow. "Where have you had it?" I give him an awkward smile, before dismissing it. "Not the best memory, but this will probably make me forget it." I chuckle at him.

We continue to eat in a comfortable silence for a while before he breaks it. "I know you've told us about yourself, but tell me more. I want to learn more about you." He says, small smile on his face.

"What do you want to know?" I say. "Tell me more about your upbringing, how you grew up."

I take a sip of the wine, it's taste coating my mouth. I explain my childhood to him, as he occasionally chimes in to tell a story he relates to. I smile at myself, feeling very comfortable.

"To be fully honest, I don't have the best relationship with my parents. Mainly, because growing up they'd always been more busy with their business, so they were physically and emotionally pretty absent. Though, I don't know if I could complain- I mean their determination for work made it possible for me to grow up comfortably. Even though it meant I had to raise myself sometimes."

He nods, acknowledging my feelings telling me about his relationship with his father and how it had shaped him as a person. "I guess, we aren't so different after all hm?"

We finish dinner and I can't help but glance into his backyard, noticing my curiosity, he offers to take a walk in his backyard. I nod eagerly as we walk along the neatly designed pool tiles. "Do you swim a lot when it's sunny?" I ask him. "I do, but I love swimming when it's colder. The jacuzzi is the best when it's cold." I roll my eyes at him playfully. "Must be nice." I mock as he laughs at me.

The sun had gone down and the temperature had dropped quite a bit. I shiver as a cold breeze blows past me, making my teeth clatter slightly. Virgil notices as he interrupts himself, looking at me concerned. "Are you cold?” A shy smile forms on my lips, nodding at him. He walks back into his house, quickly walking back out with a white sweater in his arms.

He walks up to me, carefully pulling the sweater over my head. I imagine to not smudge my make up. I shiver at the touch of his hands on my arms, holding back a surprised gasp. His hand goes up to fix my hair, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "Thank you." He smirks at me, an unknown look in his eyes as he glances down at me.

"Do you want to go back inside?" I nod at Virgil, walking back into his house alongside him. He tells me sit at the kitchen island as he cleans up the table, forcing me stop helping him with cleaning. "I said you're my guest, please go sit down and have some more wine."

This leads to me sipping on the seven thousand pound wine like it's orange juice, sitting onto the bar stool and leaning against the marble island, my elbows propped up on it. I watch him rinse off the dishes and cutlery before placing them into the dishwasher. I don't know if it's the wine or not but looking at his back, cleaning the kitchen with gloves on made him look so- husband material, it feels almost too domestic. Though, it definitely made him look so hot, that was for sure the effect of the wine. Sober me would never, right?

I let out a soft giggle, my face was probably insanely flushed. He turns back to look at me, chuckling to himself as he washed his hands. Walking up to me and holding onto my shoulders to stabilize me. He looks at me before looking at the nearly empty decanter.

"Are you drunk?" I look up at him, a sheepish smile on my face. "Not yet." I laugh and his chocolate brown eyes gaze into mine. I unconsciously hold my breath, he looked insanely pretty from this proximity. I try get off of the bar stool as he tries to hold me back stabilizing me again, fixing the white sweater. I huff at him. "I'm not drunk, I swear." I whine, hearing a deep chuckle leave his throat. His big hand engulfs mine as he holds onto to it, my soft skin grazing against his slightly calloused palms. He places a cold glass of water in my hand.

He starts gathering the wineglass and nearly empty decanter in front of me and puts them away. I press my lips onto the edge of the glass, sipping onto the water as I follow his movement from behind it. A sudden familiar tune makes me jerk my head around, looking for the origin of the sound. I catch the glowing screen of my phone, left at the dinner table. I get off the bar stool, half-full glass still in my hand as I make my way towards it.

I pick it up, taking notice of the anonymous number calling me. I glance up at Virgil, seeing that he's still busy with cleaning up and look back at my phone again. Who would be calling my phone at eight thirty in the evening? My finger hovers over the green circle, eventually pressing it quickly, lifting the phone up to my ear, my left hand fidgeting with the glass.

"Hello?" I mutter, holding my breath awaiting an answer back. I catch Virgil turning around, eyeing me confused, but his face relaxes when he realizes I'm on the phone.

I furrow my eyebrows, my face twisting into confusion as no one speaks back, the only sound being of someone's breathing in my ear. I start pulling the phone away from my ear, but I freeze at the sound of someone's voice breaking the silence.

"Now you're picking up the phone? you fucking bitch!" The person shouts, a sinister tone lacing his voice. Theo.

I gasp, jolting at the voice. My hand jerks, letting the glass of water slip through my hands. The loud sound of the glass splitting into millions of pieces deafening my ears. Water splashes up, pieces of glass cut through my skin, a painful stinging feeling on my face. My eyes widen in shock, disassociating for a second before I'm pulled out of it by Virgil's hands on my waist, gently carrying me away from the glass.

I blink multiple times, trying to focus at what just happened. My hand falls to my side, the screen being seen by Virgil as he takes it out of my hand, hanging up on the caller.

"Hey, what's wrong? What happened?" He mutters, looking very worried. He grips onto my shoulders, shaking me slightly. I avert my eyes to him, eyes still wide in shock.

Tears cloud my vision, gathering at the corner of my eyes before rolling down my cheeks. I feel his thumb caressing them away, his other hand traveling to my nape and pulling me into his chest. I shake in his hold, his arm wrapping around my shoulder as he caresses my hair.

I feel his shirt become wet as my tears fall.

"It's okay, you're safe." He mutters into my ear softly, his frame enveloping me tightly. My breath hitches, pulling away from him and noticing the blood- and some make up stains on his shirt.

"Blood and the glass- I'm so sorry-" he shushes me, wiping away the tears falling down. "It's fine. You're the one bleeding, again." I look up at him with glossy eyes, he was right. I kept getting myself in these bloody embarrassing situations, with him.

He glances down my body, noticing some cuts on my legs as well. His arm travels down to the back of my knees, stabilizing his hold on my back before carrying me bridal style onto his big sofa.

He puts me down in the corner of the sofa gently, the soft fabric pressing comfortably against my skin. He walks away and comes back with a first-aid kit, treating the small cuts carefully.

"Who was that calling you hm?" His gaze pierces into my eyes. I avert his gaze, focusing on him treating my cuts instead. "Do you know the caller?" He presses on, treating the last cut on my face, a silent curse ringing through my mind.

"y/n- tell me." His fingers pinch my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze. I let out a silent huff before pulling my legs up to my chest, he grabs the blanket on the edge of the couch, draping it over my naked legs.

I open my mouth to speak, my eyes wandering around the house, fidgeting with the blanket. Was I really about to trauma dump on my patient?

"I- it's personal I can't-" he interrupts a stern look on his face. "y/n." I sigh, a lump forming in my throat, I try swallowing it down.

"My ex- it was my ex boyfriend." I breathe out, scanning his face for a change of expressions. He furrows his brows, looking at me skeptically.

"There's more to it. Am I right?" He says softly, caressing the palm of my hand.

I swallow again, trying to croak out the words I had been keeping to myself this entire time. "Tell me." He encourages.

"We dated for five years, met him when working for Ajax, moved with me to Barcelona later. His mother is a big sponsor in the football industry. I broke up with him after he started becoming- more and more- umh abusive and controlling. That's why I got a job at this club and moved here." My voice cracks towards the end of my sentence.

A soft hum leaves his lips, a tender look in his eyes. "I'm sorry." "It's not your fault obviously, I just got shocked by hearing his voice. I'm sorry for the glass and your shirt-." I narrow my eyes at the mess next to the dining table, fragments of glass and water everywhere.

"It's okay. It's fine, as long as you're fine." He mumbles and I almost don't catch the end of his sentence.

"Do you want to watch a movie? To take your mind off it hm?" His voice a little deeper as he looks at me waiting for answer. I nod, too exhausted from the roller coaster of emotions I experienced in a short amount of time to reply with words.

He turns on the TV, across us, mounted on the huge wall. The bright light emitting from it making me cringe and squint my eyes. I shift from my position, sinking back into the sofa. He chooses a movie I had never heard of, the soft blaring of the actors calming me down as Virgil sits back as well, our bodies closer now.

A warm, comfortable feeling seeps into my chest, my eyes fluttering shut. My last conscious memory being, my forehead touching something broad and warm, a hand caressing my hair softly.

[thepupperino]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

What's this? Am I...logging in to tumblr dot com??? And participating in a tag game? It's a miracle!

Thank you to @michellemisfit for tagging me this week, and a retroactive thank you to everyone who has tagged me in weeks past! I've been pretty MIA from tumblr for a while, so it means a lot that people have still thought of me! 🥰

THIS OR THAT - The rules are simple: two things, you must choose one.

Iced coffee or hot coffee? ICED. Once or twice a year I do get a hot hazelnut truffle mocha from Dutch Bros (my love), but you can pry my iced coffee from my frozen hands.

Iced tea or hot tea? Ironically (because I'm so passionate about iced coffee lol) hot. I think of hot tea as like a little comfort thing.

Lemonade or sweet tea? Lemonade (but I've only had American lemonade and I hear it's different in other countries).

Minty gum or fruity gum? I'm not really a gum girly--thanks TMJ problems--but mint if I have to choose? But sometimes a watermelon gum hits different. And juicy fruit isn't bad...and fruit stripes are in the hall of fame. But nonetheless, mint.

Pasta or potatoes? Shut the fuck up, who wrote this question?? It's diabolical. I'll choose potatoes.

Olives or pickles? Slightly less diabolical...but pickles.

Rrice or bread? Bread, thanks!

Cookies or brownies? A brookie 😏

Hand written reminders or phone reminders? Both lmao. I love my little passion planner and use her regularly, but sometimes I gotta have the digital reminder too.

Pull-over hoodie or zippy hoodie? Hot take: I prefer crewnecks. I don't like the way hoods feel on my neck. But between the two I'll take pullover.

Jeans or sweatpants? SWEAT👏🏻PANTS👏🏻

Flip-flops/thongs or slides? Slides.

Paperback book or ebook? Paperback.

enemies to lovers or fwb to lovers? AH it depends what I'm in the mood for! Right now I've got a hankering for fwb to lovers (send any recs my way 👀)

Only one bed or fake dating? Again, I will take anything I am given, but today I am choosing only one bed.

Hurt/comfort or whump?

Mutual pining or amnesia? Mutual pining.

Canon compliant or alternate universe? Both? 🥺 But I'll say AU because Michelle is right, the sky is the limit.

Soulmate AU or sports AU? I love a good soulmate AU.

Celebrity AU or coffee shop AU? Coffee shop

One-shot or longfic? Both are spectacular but I'll choose longfic.

AND FINALLY....😈

Milkovich or Gallagher? As a whole family, Gallagher (but you all know how I feel about Mickey).

Call me lame or whatever but I'm skipping out on tags this week so that I'll actually post this. BUT I commit to do this again next week and to be more present and next time I'll tag people.

So if you see this and want to play, please consider yourself tagged! 🩷

[simstorian-blog]

G A M E P L A Y

Rose gets accepted into Britechester and has a private tour of the campus with her bestfriends. (Lot details can be found HERE)

A very energic and charismatic Marisa welcomed the girls to a territory that she had known like the back of her hand.

"Welcome to the University of Britechester! If I catch you wandering off during our walkthrough, there will be a STEEP price to pay..."

"Here goes the Pub of Britechester. Though Savannah had used their bathroom to change into something more comfortable, you all are not allowed inside.

However, once you become young adults come back! The prices are always reasonable as long as you have your student id!"

"This is THEE best restaurant that Britechester has to offer! It's called 'The Orangery' and was built by the talented architect GordanJohnson (EA ID) some years ago.

The atmosphere is surreal as you enter and are captured by its unique design."

"Here are two of the campuses historic landmarks. Aren't they magnificent?! To the left is the 'Livin' Rum Townhouse' and to the right the 'Spring Steppe Townhouse'. (EA ID: Hey_Harrie)

Make sure to not loiter in this area or you will be placed on academic probation."

"The renowned 'Poets Street' is what replaced our old home. We may not have it to come back and reminisce in front of but BojanaSimsYT (EA ID) did such an astonishing job that we went with her for the new house!

I hear that a café is still in the works on the first floor..."

Minzy, Rose's mom, ended up calling during the tour, autonomously. So, they all stopped in front of the sports stadium so that they could talk.

"I think I hear a debate going on. Lets go over and check it out once you get off of the phone! Tell your mom I said hey and we need a minty fresh club gathering soon!"

(The debate was ending by the time that they all walked over to the center)

"Well maybe next?!

If you girls could look ALL the way up to both your lefts and to your rights, you can see the two official dormitory spaces. Those twins are called 'Britechester Penthouse' and also built by Hey_Harrie (EA ID).

I'll leave that for when you all move in!"

"Our last stop is right over there... A building that you girls may spend endless hours inside of during your time pursuing those degrees, Darby's Den. This was built by the same architect as the Pub, Simstorian-ish. (lmao) She is the one that built up Oasis Springs."

"I will be stepping down from my position as an art scholar here. However, this does not mean to act reckless as my presence is no longer physically here.

With that being said...

Welcome to Britechester ladies!!!

I have eyes EVERYWHERE. Always remember that!"

[busycloudy]

Request Are Closed

"Oh? I didn't expect to see anyone this high in the sky. Well, care to stick around with this lonely cloud?~"

Heya! I'm BusyCloudy, but you can call me Cloudy! My pronouns are she/her,but I'm fine with any pronouns. My age will not be revealed anytime soon. Although,I will say I'm a minor! This account is used for my fanfics. If you want to speak with me about anything else or wanna see my drawings tag/go to @cheezy-moon please!

More Things About Me: My Interest include drawing, writing, and obv Twisted Wonderland. My favorite characters are the Octotrio, Lilia, Ruggie, and Chenya. I love otters and possums also! My birthday is September 27th, and my favorite color is purple!

----------------------------------- ☁️MC will always go by they/them pronouns in my fanfics unless requested otherwise. Although, as I am not a male myself, I won't be good at writing a male MC, so it's more like a they/them MC or a female MC.

☁️I write sfw fanfics only and that will never change!(I can barely even read nsfw fanfics tbh) So when requesting, sfw only please!

☁️I'll do slightly angsty fanfics, but just know I'm inexperienced with it, as I mainly write fluff/crack!

Events!

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☁️Fandoms I write for: Twisted Wonderland... that's it at the moment. ☁️I don't write nsfw as I'm not comfortable writing that type of fanfiction and just simply don't know how to write it. I mainly write fluff and crack fanfics, and as stated above I also wanna start writing angst, but do know I'm inexperienced with it! ☁️Be kind. It's that simple. I don't expect to have issues with this, but just a reminder! ☁️If you sent something in my ask box/inbox and I don't respond, you're not being ignored! I might just have forgotten to check or I'm busy at the moment!(Or I'm working on it) I will delete a request if I won't write for it, but please don't take it personally! ☁️I will take a long time writing for request or just writing things in general (as you can see with The Love Potion series) so please be patient with me!

I'm Called BusyCloudy For a Reason:

Unfortunately, I still have to go to school, meaning I'll have less time to write. I will work on things Saturdays and Sundays (Maybe Fridays), but I probably won't post fanfics those days very often since it takes me a while to think of things. I'll try my best tho!

Masterlist Tags! @silvers-numberonefan Kei! @eynnwwyjth Faye! @dove-da-birb Dove!/ Dovey! @i-like-forgs Ryo! @angelhairpastawithherbs Angelhair! @red-viewe Red! @twistwonderlanddevotee Sophia! @citrusitonit Citrus! @queen-shiba Shiba! @duskymrel Dusky! @the-banana-0verlord Lilian!/Banana-Overlord! @krenenbaker Krenenbaker!/Henry! @minty-bubblegum Minty! (I'm aware not everyone is tagged, this is under construction and I'm very tired) Anons: 🍳Anon(move over to @cheezy-moon, and talk to me when you've done so please!) Hashtags: #☁️cloudy's events⁠☆- When I am doing an event. #☁️cloudy writes⁠☆- Fanfiction, HC's, ect, that I write

[minti-tales]

FFXIV Write, Day 13: Check

The voice of a Royal Volunteer, in a Choir.

You stay an adventurer for long enough, you get to meet a whole heavenly host of folks. Lots of people who wanna take you under their wing for a bit, then clap you on the back and send you right off a cliff, with weapons and gear and a stone.

It's to see if you can fly, of course. Doesn't matter if you do, their job is done the moment your feet leave solid ground. "Aw, rough stuff, kiddo," they say when your arse hits the ground and you break near every bone in your body. "You gotta get back up there and practice, practice, practice!" String your fancy-pants words and swings together properly, right, without more than a few moments of thinking. Check your work, see if it knocks a hamza more than a few inches off its feet.

That kinda shite is hard, friend. 'specially when you get one of those extra fancy-pants stones what let you skip the baby steps and go right to the big stuff. Talk about walking off a cliff, it's like taking the helm of an airship and going for a flight to Kugane when you've never flown a ship a day in your life!

Which is why I like Grandpa so much. "Grandpa" is what I call Radovan. Big Hrothgar who was a prisoner of the Garlean Empire, once upon a time. Now, he's a proper mercenary, and a gunbreaker too. Took an exiled viera on as an apprentice gunbreaker. Real nice gent.

You didn't know about viera goin' into exile, did you? Don't know if I got time to go in ta' all that business. It's messy, it's got Garleans in it. You'd get sad. You don't wanna be sad today, do you?

Shite, I'm rambling. So, Grandpa adopts the young lady (Minti), introduces her to Sophie, another viera what's adventuring partners with him, and bing bang boom, traveling the realm happens. Rights Minti's ship when it's drifting to the side, teaches her how to ground herself, what keeping your word means. Nice gent. Real nice.

I know, I know, there were other teachers in Minti's life. The lady got around a lot before Gage Acquisitions happened - can you blame her? But Radovan was special because he taught her to be reliable.

You can be the sharpest blade in the arsenal, got the smartest spells memorized, but if you're not able to keep your wits about you under fire, then what in the nine hells are all those weapons for? They're only pretty trinkets if you panic.

Which brings me back to what I was sayin' earlier, about getting kicked off the cliff. When I'm working, when I'm plummeting down that cliff, I got more than a real chance at surviving. At thrivin'. I bring my all to bear, best you believe. I'll hit the bottom, get the hells back up and go "Again."

Now let me be, before my words get all tangled up. You have need of me, you know to call on me.

[simsrainbows]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

thank you so much for tagging me, you lovely people :3 @vimpse @cozy-sims @arnola2012 @jsasimmer @pluto-sims

1. are you named after anyone?

my mom always told me the story about how she chose my name, she was around 12 and went to pick up my uncle at his school. she heard someone calling for another kid, and she really liked the name she heard, so she really wanted her child to have this name. :D

2. when was the last time you cried?

on friday. i actually cried a lot. well, it was my own fault and i felt really bad about what happened, but everything is alright now, thankfully. most of the time i cry it's because of my ocd or my anxiety, but the day i mentioned was about something else i screwed up. to be honest, i cry a lot, my feelings can be easily hurt.

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3. do you have kids?

no, and i don't really like the whole idea.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

yup, i'm fluent in it! xD

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

when i was around 10 i really liked swimming, but uhhh... since then... well, to be honest i'm really bad at sports, i suck, call me scoliosis king.

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people?

i've always been really shy, so most of the time i'm at the corner observing people's behaviors, lol. i think the first thing i notice is if their personality suits mine, i have a hard time talking to people who are way too much different from me, it makes me anxious as hell... i'm really soft and sentimental, so if you're mean and likes to make fun of people errr... just go away lol

7. scary movies or happy endings?

i'm a huge fan of scary movies since i was a little kid!

8. any special talents?

i can easily see through people. like i already said, i like to observe a lot, and i don't talk much, so i always had this thing where i can really see what people are doing like, when they are lying, trying too hard, acting a certain way because of someone else, etc... i'm weird ok?

9. where were you born? 🇫🇷

10. what are your hobbies?

gaming, hehe, the most important one! i play games every single day, it's a huge passion (and addiction) and of course the sims is my favorite game, this game changed my life and will always be my favorite one to ever exist. i also love minecraft, disney dreamlight, stardew valley, house flipper, my time at portia and maaaany others. i have almost 100 games here on my pc. also writing, listening to albums and writing reviews only for myself to read, and watching f.r.i.e.n.d.s. :3

11. do you have any pets?

no T_T

12. how tall are you?

165cm

13. fave subject in school?

i liked literature, arts, english, and that's pretty much it

14. dream job?

i'm current in culinary school so, to be a chef <3

15. eye colour?

brown :3

i'll tag these beautiful people! (please ignore if you're already answered these or if you don't want too) @pearlsim @imaginary-sims @breakfastwithbeb @treason-and-plot @sicksadsim @neosimi @aries-sims @tinysimmer @kissalopa @foreverasimmer @potentialfate-sims @curiousb @akitasimblr @minty-plumbob @memoirsofasim

[rudjedet]

Oh hey! Another anosmic! So rare to see. I'll admit, I can smell now, but I was definitely born without the ability to do so.

My parents didn't notice it until I was 5 and I couldn't smell Vick's VapoRub, but they quickly found me like, the only anosmia clinic in the country and the first in the world, Dr. Henkin's Taste and Smell Clinic. It was and is unlike any clinic I've been to. They had rows of brown glass bottles of (probably) pungent liquids, they would collect saliva from you using name-brand lemon juice, you would get your blood drawn monthly in the doctor's own office, a little closet-sized room stacked floor to ceiling with binders. (Maybe this description is just showing how privileged i am) Anyway he treated me with an athsma medicine for 3-4 years and it indeed worked.

The first thing I smelled was my mom's minty breath after she brushed her teeth. Not having any frame of reference, I called it stinky lol

I've found smell to be a very valuable sense, and I'm eternally grateful to Henkin and his colleagues. When I was maybe 10 I was camping with my father and my sister, and me and my sister were in a tent together with a space heater. Had I not smelled the space heater burning my sister's blanket, we both could have been seriously burned.

About your question, I've never noticed distinctly different smells coming from anyone I know. Sweat smells the same on everybody, farts can smell a little different based on diet, same goes for mouth smell, we all sort of smell the same. The closest I can think of to "people's scents smell different" is people mistaking the idea of cologne or perfume for something like animal musk, which it Is Not.

But then again I do have those anonymized MRIs floating around the clinic's website, so maybe my sense of smell isn't exactly normal lmao

Oh that's cool! Based on all the responses, whether or not you can smell other people (and even whether sugar granulate has a scent) seems to be highly dependent on a ton of factors. Perfume and other hygiene products is one thing, but there's definitely people saying they can recognise certain people under certain circumstances based on their scent.

Most of you weren't around for this, but during my second pregnancy I suddenly started being able to smell (and this was the thing that made me side eye my uterus because I hadn't done a pregnancy test at that point yet). The first whiff of something I caught was the window cleaner I was using at work. It smelled vaguely sweet, and it was such a weird experience. The next morning I visited bestie and we tore open her spices cabinet just shoving anything and everything into my nostrils. I could mostly get the pungent stuff like paprika and dried ginger. Two weeks later we were out for ramen and that's when I recognised my first smell without knowing what it was beforehand (the ginger in the gyoza).

I lost that baby and the smelling went away again, but for my last pregnancy the same thing happened. Unfortunately what also happened is that I ended up with pregnancy rhinitis and hay fever (hubs has hay fever and our kiddo does too, so throughout pregnancy I was suffering thanks to his overly excited immune system copying onto baby), so there wasn't much smelling going on during the pregnancy itself. It did persist for about 6 months post-partum, and I did find out that if I keep my dust allergy under control with antihistamines, I can sort of smell again once my ovulation rolls around.

Interestingly and opposite you, my immediate response to any scent is "oh wow that's nice!", I guess just because I can even smell it lmao. But once I get used to them, there's room for nuance. My favourite scents are ginger, properly aged cheese, and my daughter. I will say I once walked into a group of old humans (choir practice, lmao) and... didn't like it, it was this uncomfortable wall of something undefinable. Dirty diapers are ... oddly minty? I wouldn't classify it as a "stink" but it's a scent that definitely lingers.

The thing with human personal scents and why I operated on the notion that all humans in general would be able to recognise someone based on scent is part having smelled my own kid before and hearing a lot of mums say they love the scents of their children, part knowing that perfume does tend to travel across larger distances, part being told that I have a pretty present personal scent, part being autistic and having overactive other senses and thus thinking "well scent would be the same then wouldn't it", and part just... not having any direct experience with it lmao. As with everything scent-related everyone's replies have all been extremely elucidating, just like the time I ended up hyperfocussing on perfumes.