#also I usually post photos without my glasses

[lobo-cansado-de-ojos-rojos]

[indulgentdaydream]

BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BESTIE

what about a tired and very touch-starved jason wakes up at like 2pm and fem!reader is out of bed??? and he comes and finds them and throws them over his shoulder and brings them back to bed???? because why would you leave jaybean by himself????? unnacceptable???

THIS IS SO ADORABLE WHAT

And the idea of people waiting for my requests to be open is so weird like… what do you mean you wanna read my writings and hear my thoughts??? Y’all make me smile so much I swear

Side note: I’m so sorry this is a month late. And then also another day late than I said I would post.

Side side note: if y’all saw me post this without the photo header…. No you didn’t

M.I.A

Jason Todd x gn!Reader || Domestic Fluff || Word Count: 758

Warnings: not completely proofread. Gun mention.

Jason’s pulled himself out of a bad dream. Not quite a nightmare, though something eerily close.

It was one of those rare nights that he had off of patrol. One he where the two of you got to eat dinner together, watch some TV, get ready for bed, then fall asleep in your shared bed. He enjoyed the chances when he got them.

He laid on his stomach under the comfortably heavy duvet. His left arm was bent beneath his pillow, his hand grazing the hidden .44 he had convinced you to let him keep there, the other arm laying in front of him. He kept his eyes closed, clinging to his last tendrils of sleep.

All he needed was you back in his arms and his dreams would turn good again, filled with the smell of your soap and hints of faded perfume.

Slowly, he stretches his right arm out across the sheets, sleepily searching for your form. It drags along the sheets, his entire body only half-asleep.

He’s aware that there’s this… itch in his skin. Not a physical itch. An itch that can only be satisfied by having your arms around him again.

Jason Todd doesn’t count sheep. He counts your heart beats or your breathing. Sometimes both.

He must be laying further to the edge of his side of the bed than he thought. Usually, he doesn’t have to reach this far to get to you when you two drift apart in your sleep.

His hand grazes the wall. His eyes shoot open.

You aren’t in bed.

He pushes himself up with his elbows. A tired, confused, and slightly panicked frown settled on his face, his hair mussed up and flat on one side of his head.

The bedroom window is closed. The door is cracked open.

Then he notices the sound of the tap running in the kitchen.

Jason gets up and out of bed, moving languidly. He pads his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

His eyes squint at the light you had turned on as he stands in the doorway. All foggy panic he felt before faded away at the sight of you, filling a glass with water, standing in one of his shirts.

He shuffles his feet. A purposeful noise that he wouldn’t otherwise make as he went about his day, one to get your attention.

You turn around, your glass of water in your hand. You take notice of your boyfriend’s large stature filling the entryway, a sleepy pout on his lips. You give him a smile. He can tell you're trying not to laugh at his fatigued state.

“Want a glass, too?”

Jason shakes his head. He makes his way across the kitchen, his brows still furrowed against the light.

He just wants you back in bed with him.

He reaches for your glass after you sip from it. You hand it to him. Jason takes the cold glass in his right hand, bends down a little, and wraps his left arm tight around the bottom of your bum. He stands back up, now with you draped over his shoulder.

You squeal out a fit of laughter, "Jay!"

He flicks off the light as he exits the kitchen, makes his way back into the hall, then kicks the door to your bedroom shut as he carries you in.

Gently, he sets you back down on the edge of the bed. Once you're properly seated, he hands your water back for you to finish. Seeing your bright smile makes his own lips tug into a small one.

Jason rakes his hands through his hair as you drink. He rubs his hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes from a moment, trying to shake a bit of the sleep still clinging to him.

You hand him back the nearly finished glass of water. He watches you shuffled back under the covers, moving over to the wall-side. Your side. He finishes off the last two gulps of your water and sets the glass on the night stand.

He follows you under the covers, immediately pulling you close. He presses a kiss to your cheek and drops his head into the crook of your neck, an arm draped around your waist, the other tucked under his pillow. He kisses your shoulder and gently squeezes your waist once.

Your arms settle around him, "If you wanted cuddles you could’ve just asked, you know."

Jason only grumbles an incoherent response. He shuffles and presses closer to you, holding you tight.

You kiss his forehead and Jason starts to count.

Ahh!! I hope you like! This is lowkey rushed.

Also you can catch my personal headcanon of how Jason WILL keep his bed, with or without you in it, as far away from the window and door as possible. And you best believe that when you two share, you're getting the wall side so he can act as a barrier for any possible danger that may come in.

[elysiumsasylum]

What’s it like to date Sebastian Solace? - before and After the Blacksite incident! My headcanons SFW

Before the Incident -

He has definitely drafted some ideas for matching tattoos for both of you. Like there are pages in a sketchbook dedicated to the idea. Is he a little obsessed with the idea? Yes.

He draws you in that same sketchbook, mainly when you aren’t paying attention. He really enjoys drawing your jawline. There are a few pictures that are colored in watercolor or colored pencils.

There are songs written in his notebooks dedicated to you, however, most of them are scrapped and have never seen the light of day again. If you find them, he will burn them. Then deny and say you were making it up.

He probably wears the promise ring to the both of you around his neck with a chain and a lock.

He paints his nails with you if you request it.

He often brings extras of his mother’s cooking to bring to you. (Paying his older sister for those extras at her own expense)

You are his Backpack (on a bike I think he would have, motorbike or not)

He lends you his rings, necklaces, and bracelets too. Even if you don’t follow his grunge aesthetics, he still shares with you. (If his rings don’t fit you that’s fine, he has extras in smaller/bigger sizes just for you)

He has an album on his phone dedicated to photos of you. And of him too of course. There are selfies of you on dates, he covered in your lipstick (if you wear it) photos of you smiling, videos reacting to the gifts he got you, your face bright red from food that was way too spicy for you.

After the incident -

There would be a massive personality shift. If you are an expendable, his sarcasm wouldn’t be to be laughed at, but to shield himself from you.

As an expendable, he would hide his file from your prying eyes. To him, he wouldn't want you seeing the stuff UrbanShade had done to him. You being trapped there was more than enough. To him, at least.

DISCOUNTS!!!! /j (/hj)

After you find out everything, he is immediately colder to you, for a time. But after a while, he really just missed your touch. You cup his face? He is bawling in your hands. Like a fountain of tears has just been released. Years of pain and anguish are allowed to finally be unbottled.

He tells p.AI.nter to leave you alone and even protects you from wall dwellers. You were his everything before the incident and are still his everything now.

He will fight Pande for you. I am not kidding. It is possible, and he will.

He tries his best to keep you well-fed, going days without the usual nourishment so you can keep going.

You are treated like you are made of glass.

He may lay his head on you, but that's really it. Most of the time he is holding you to his chest. It's the best way that he can really ensure that you are safe while he sleeps.

A/N: I love this man. So much. Oh my god. This was very very very self-indulgent. No, I'm not sorry. Yes, the sparkles are necessary. I just love this stupid fuck. Also! I wasn't expecting my first official post to blow up! So thank you for the support!!

[kitwalker02]

His Secret (chapter 2)

chapter 1 here

Link to my ao3 for the rest!

A/N: I know I literally posted a part 2...I was writing this as chapter 3 but then I realized how much I hated the chapter 2 and liked this instead so bam that's what happened. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. Also..today is my birfday:)))

Summary: Joe visits you in the cage and his walls begin to crack. Also same warnings from chapter 1 apply to this as well as tiny bit of a smut warning.

You hadn’t tried to run. You stayed seated on the tile, your back pressed firmly against the bathroom wall. Having allowed Joe to crouch before you, not rejecting him when he touched your face and tucked your hair behind your ears. Despite every bone in your body screaming for you to run, you didn’t. And yet, the last thing you remembered was darkness. Your eyes had closed as you attempted to relax into the feeling of Joe’s fingers threading through your hair, the coolness of the damp cloth calming your heated cheeks. You desperately wanted to believe the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear—that you were safe, that he loved you, that he’d do anything for you. But then, his fist tightened in your hair, and the darkness behind your eyelids became permanent.

***

Three long days you’ve been here now.

 There was no way for you to keep track of time other than the small collection of coffee cups you’ve started. Joe brought you a latte every morning. And although he gave you a wary look when you initially refused to return the used cups, he didn’t press very hard. He still loved you and wanted things to be as easy as possible.

Contrary to what you’d believe, he didn’t find murder fun.

But things weren’t getting any easier. Even though Joe would bring you your favorite larabar flavors and take-out dinners, you were hardly able to stomach anything other than the lattes. Everything Joe was telling you made it impossible to even think about eating.

“He had photos of you. Explicit photos. He was going to send them out! Expose you!”

He admitted to poisoning your ex-boyfriend and burning the body. It was his teeth in the box.

“She was holding you back, stifling you. You blossomed without her!”

Joe killed your fucking mother for doing what moms do and hating every decision you made.

“Can’t you see everything I have done; I’ve done for you.”

So far, all these interactions with Joe had ended with you crying and begging him to shut up, not knowing if you’d ever be able to forgive him if he kept talking.

Last night, Joe had confronted you, asking if you were trying to starve yourself. At that moment, it didn't seem like a bad idea—almost like a freeway out. However, you awoke in the middle of the night, unsure of the time, and the empty feeling in your stomach began to gnaw at you painfully. You realized that starving yourself wouldn’t be an option. You would have to find another way out.

The sound of the basement door slamming shut was music to your ears. Pulled from your spiral of dark thoughts, you jumped to your feet and moved for the deposit box where you knew Joe would place your breakfast and coffee. Your fingers curled around the cool metal handle as you impatiently waited for Joe as he slowly descended the old wooden steps.

“Morning.” He greeted quietly, offering an awkward, tight-lipped smile, before he opened his end of the tiny door, placing the paper cup and plastic bag inside. “I got you pancakes.”

You didn’t answer; you couldn’t, not with the food so close. Snatching the items from the glass box, you turned on your socked heel and returned to your mattress. Tearing open the plastic bag, your heart fluttered as you silently acknowledged how far Joe had to have traveled to bring you your favorite pancakes. You gave him a half-hearted smile of thanks before cracking open the box and grabbing one of the oversized pancakes with your bare hand, shoving half of it into your mouth in one bite.

Joe breathed a laugh, pulling up the plastic folding chair he usually sat in while watching you in your plexiglass prison. “Looks like someone got their appetite back,” he noted fondly.

Your cheeks heated slightly, embarrassed that he had to see you in such a vulnerable position. Between this and your bathroom situation, there wasn’t much you could hide. Still, you shoved the rest of the pancake into your mouth, mumbling an apology through your mouthful of food. But Joe quickly shook his head, backtracking. “No, no, no. It’s fine. I just- I was getting worried.”

You swallowed hard, your fingers already gripping your next fistful of food, but you kept your mouth shut, meeting Joe’s gaze awkwardly.

You held each other’s eyes for a long, silent moment. The contact only breaking when you cleared your throat and reached for your coffee cup, taking a long sip of the hot liquid. You didn’t set the cup down until you knew Joe had averted his gaze. He hunched forward in his seat, placing his elbows on his knees and staring down at his folded hands, allowing you to finish your breakfast in silence.

When you finished, Joe was already standing up, waiting for you to put your trash back in the deposit box. You cleaned your stuff up slowly, honestly wishing you had a little more, but you didn’t want to ask Joe. Not wanting to depend on him any more than you needed. Placing your garbage into the deposit box, Joe eyed your coffee cup, raising his index finger to point at your small pile of paper cups. “I can get rid of those too if you want.” You glanced at the three cups, shaking your head at Joe. “It’s helping me keep track of the days.” You told him softly, embarrassed by your reasoning. Looking somewhat remorseful, Joe took your trash and stepped back just far enough to throw it away in the small garbage can he kept nearby. “You know I can do that for you too." He told you gently. "You don’t need to keep a tally, you’re not a prisoner.”

You both cringed at his word choice, knowing that wasn’t true. “It’s okay. It’s helping for now.” You spoke carefully, not wanting to risk Joe getting frustrated. Still, he released an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair, “I just-I don’t want you to be afraid to talk to me.”

Biting down on your lower lip, you flushed slightly as Joe turned to face you head-on,  and you couldn’t help but step back, moving to sit on your mattress again. Your only safe place in the entire basement. “I’m not.” You lied.

Joe all but glared at you, shaking his head at your obvious lie. He placed his hands on his hips, addressing you sternly. “I’ll be back in a few hours with some lunch.” His eyes raked over your form. “And some new clothes.” He started to turn from you when you called out to him.

“Joe, wait! You-you’re leaving? But you just got here.” In all honesty, it got lonely. And even if you wanted to keep your distance from Joe, he was your only source of company, and you did love him…at one point. Turning to face you slowly, you noticed a hopeful gleam in Joe’s eyes. “You want me to stay?” You shrugged, not wanting to come off as desperate. “I mean…I don’t want you to go.”

He nodded, smiling to himself as he returned to his chair, facing you once again. A heavy silence settled over the two of you, and you pulled your knees up to your chest, hugging your legs close.

“I liked whenever we’d go out for pancakes at night after a movie,” you said, hoping to break the silence. Joe hummed, seeming reluctant to discuss life before the last three days—before you learned his dark secret. Clenching your jaw, you looked up at Joe only to find him already watching you. You shifted uncomfortably from the intensity of his stare.

“I am feeling… better,” you said quietly. Joe brightened at your words.

“Yeah?” he asked. You nodded, unable to stop yourself from smiling at the grin that spread across Joe’s face. God, how you fell in love with that smile.

“Yeah,” you replied.

He sat up a little straighter in his chair, placing his hands on his thighs. “You know, if you’re bored, I could set up a movie down here or bring you a book.”

You felt so tired and knew you’d rather take a nap in your bed or have a hot shower but you agreed anyway. “That would actually be really nice of you.”

Suddenly you got an idea, a way to get Joe to open the door. Noticing your shift in demeanor, Joe raised a brow at you, a small smirk playing on his lips. “What?” he asked softly, his smirk turning to a smile when you playfully shrugged your shoulders. “Tell me!”

“I was just thinking…”

Joe leaned forward in his seat, tilting his head at you. “Penny for those thoughts?” You bit your lower lip and glanced up at Joe through your lashes, shifting to sit up on your knees. “It’s just…we don’t have to abstain from one another, you know. Like, you make the rules, Joe.” He furrowed his brows, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest as he realized what you were insinuating. “You want me to fuck you?”

He had never said it like that. Sex was always something so sacred and loving between the two of you. Like the night before this all went down; Joe had rocked his hips into yours, his arms caging your body to the bed, your own arms wrapped tightly around his neck, not sure if he could breathe and not caring, only needing to hold him as hard and close to you as possible. His voice was both breathy and breathless as he whispered his love for you in your ear over and over again until he finished. Pulling out, only to kiss down your body to that special spot just for him between your legs and finish you off too…

You nodded quickly, needing Joe to open the door. Whether it was to escape or ‘fuck’ him, you didn’t know and honestly needed to find out. “One round, in the cage. Everything will be fine. Come on.”

You never talked about sex like that either. You never had to talk about it after the first time, it always just sort of happened. But it's been a few days and tension was high so it was no wonder if the both of you were a little desperate.

Although he seemed to hesitate, Joe stood up, already pulling the key ring from his pocket. “I don’t know, Y/N…” You quickly stood to meet him at the door. You placed your hands on the glass, eagerly watching his hand grip the keys. “Please Joe, I-I need you…” He met your lustful gaze with one of his own just as intense, licking his lips he started to bring the key to the lock, and you took a small step back knowing you were only going to get one chance. You had to be patient and play your cards just right. Between Joe and your life, your whole world was on the line.

Suddenly, Joe pulled the key away from the lock and tucked it back into his pocket. You gave him a puzzled look. “Joe? What are you doing?” Giving you an apologetic glance, Joe slowly took a step back from you. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” You slammed your palms against the door, frustrated. Scared. How little control did you have here?

“Joe, no. Don’t leave me!” Tears welled up in your eyes as you clenched your fist, slamming it into the plexiglass harder this time. “Why can’t you trust me?”

Joe hated leaving you so riled up and emotional, everything in him wanted to open the cage and hold you, comfort you…make love to you, but he had to stay strong and finally turned away from you. “I’ll be back with food and clothes. I’ll bring you a book. Do you need anything else?” Gathering up all your frustration, you seethed at him. “How about a fucking orgasm?” You didn't mean to be crude; you were just upset, but your words did as you hoped and caught Joe's attention, if only for a moment. He scoffed, “I trust you can manage that one yourself.”

You fell silent at his harsh words, listening as the sound of his shoes faded up the stairs before the basement door slammed shut behind him. You were alone...again. Curling up against the glass wall, you slid to the floor and allowed yourself to cry.

[sissylittlefeather]

A House That Has Everything: Chapter 3

A/N: I'M BACK AND I'M BRINGING THIS ONE BACK WITH ME. I'm sorry it's been so long since I posted one of these, but here is chapter 3! This one came to me when I saw these amazing AI photos on Instagram made by @blackvelvetep and @_chiara975ep. (Be sure to check out their pages on Instagram!) My fic brain went crazy and this storyline was born.

Summary: Set in Regency England, Mr. Presley is the gentleman who owns and resides in Graceland Manor. Annabelle Martin is his newest maid after her parents have died and left her an orphan. Can he resist his affection for her, despite the difference in their social class?

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, masturbation (female & male), and some very sexy thoughts

Word count: ~2.5k

He doesn't even know her name.

******

It's still dark when Mr. Presley wakes from a light and fitful sleep. His dreams were filled with images of the maid, but he could never see her face. No matter how many times he turned her around, her face never appeared to him. His nightshirt is soaked in sweat and his hair is stuck to his forehead. He tries to go back to sleep, but is haunted by the same image again, so he decides to get out of bed. It's too early to wake his valet to dress him, so he pulls on some trousers and an unbuttoned shirt with a jacket. Running his fingers through his hair, he checks his reflection in the small glass. Inappropriate for a gentleman, but he doesn't have plans to see anyone.

He heads for the stables. Time spent with the horses usually relaxes him, but on his way he passes the library. Suddenly, he has an overwhelming need to go in and wait for the maid. She should be coming around to make the fire soon. Maybe he could apologize for his behavior yesterday. He wants to apologize for last night, too, but he would sooner die than admit to what he did. Completely forgetting how disheveled he is, he walks into the library to settle in one of the chairs with a book.

*****

Annabelle wakes at her normal time and dresses sleepily. Yawning, she collects the things she needs to tend the fires and starts on her daily routine. She thinks nothing of going into the library and does so without caution, like she's done every day since she's been there. Again, she's met with a surprise.

Mr. Presley sits in one of the large armchairs with his chin on his hand and a book in his lap. When she sees him, she gasps quietly and tries to turn and walk from the room.

“Wait, please, miss.” His voice is soft and kind, a startling contrast to yesterday morning when he yelled at her.

“Mr. Presley?” She cautiously walks towards him a little. He's an absolute vision sitting there in his unbuttoned shirt, his chest hair visible in the opening. For a second, she gets lost in thinking about touching him, but she quickly corrects herself.

“Come here.” He gestures for her to walk closer to him. She sets down her fire-tending supplies and walks over to him in the chair. In the time it takes her to get there, he stands up, his 6 foot frame towering over her 5 foot one. “What's your name?”

Her mouth drops open a little, both with the nature of his question and his tone of voice when he asks. He's gentle and sincere and it catches her off guard.

“Annabelle. Annabelle Martin, sir.” Before he can stop it, a small smile spreads across his face and he whispers.

“Annabelle.” She nods a little and he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.

“I need to tend the fire, sir.”

“Oh, of course.” He gestures to the fireplace and she walks over to settle herself in front of it. She's keenly aware of his eyes on her as she works, but she can't figure out why he would want to watch her. It's quite distracting, him just standing there, and she slips and drops a piece of wood. She catches it, but she also feels a splinter dig into her finger and gives a small yelp. He drops to his knee beside her quickly.

“Are you alright?” She nods and looks up into his face. His eyebrows are pulled together in concern and he's so close that she can see his individual eyelashes. He really is beautiful and it kind of takes her breath away.

“It's just a splinter.” She holds her hand out and without thinking, he takes it in his softly. Her heart jumps with the subtle contact, but he seems to be focused on her injury. He leans down to look at the splinter.

“I think I can get it. May I try?” Their eyes meet again and this time it's his heart that skips.

“Yes, sir.” She whispers and they stare at each other for a beat before he looks back down at her pretty little hand and carefully extracts the small piece of wood. It takes him a couple of tries to get it fully, but eventually he does. He has an overwhelming desire to press his lips against her skin, but he holds back.

“There. Is that better?”

“Much. Thank you, sir.” He notices that her eyes are dark blue like the sky just before the sun disappears entirely.

“You can call me Elvis.” His voice is soft and kind and she feels like someone has poured warm honey inside her. But she shakes her head vehemently.

“Oh no, sir, I could never.” His heart sinks a little and he nods. She's right to refuse that lack of decorum between them. Still, he's overcome with a deep bitterness about the position he was born with. The money and status have their advantages, but he'd trade it all for the freedom to engage with people differently, especially now that he's met her. What would he give to be a simple farm boy right now?

“Right.” He stands up, turning away, and she finishes with the fire and then stands as well. His mood has darkened and she hopes it's not something she's done. She stands for a bit to see if he'll say anything, but he doesn't, so she turns to leave. Before she gets to the door she stops and looks back at him.

“I'm sorry if I offended you, sir.” He hangs his head and then turns to her.

“No. Sometimes I just wish… it's just…” He's not sure whether he should tell her the truth, but looking into her eyes makes it impossible to lie. “I'm quite lonely. And I forget that I'm not a person to you.”

Her heart breaks for him, all alone in this big house. There are people everywhere, but no one he can truly connect with. In this way, they have much in common.

“You are a person to me…” She pauses and then whispers. “...Elvis.”

He's shocked for a moment and then his face breaks into a smile that lights up her whole universe.

“Thank you, Annabelle.” She nods and then walks from the room. As soon as she's safely on the other side of the door, she leans back against the wall and closes her eyes, sighing deeply. Her heart is pounding and her hands are shaking. This cannot happen.

******

Annabelle goes about her daily business trying desperately to avoid running into Mr. Presley. She can't stop thinking about him, though. His soft eyes and smooth voice are constantly in her mind and she's started having dreams about him pulling her into his arms, propriety be damned. Several times she's woken up with such an aching between her thighs that she feels like she might explode. This is not how she needs to think about the man responsible for her livelihood.

Elvis spends his days doing his normal things, but he spends his nights whispering Annabelle's name into the darkness like a prayer. She consumes every open thought he has and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't trying to come up with another reason to talk to her.

One afternoon, he comes in from a meeting in town and is walking to his room to change when he hears something coming from one of the bedrooms. He quiets his steps and moves stealthily toward the door. Someone is singing a folk song in a beautiful soprano. The other maids don't sing while they work, so he knows it has to be Annabelle. He stands outside the door with his hand on his heart listening for a while. She sounds like a bird, hitting all the notes perfectly, her voice clear and strong. When she gets back to the chorus, he opens his mouth and adds the harmony.

Annabelle always sings while she works, so she doesn't think anything of it as she makes the bed. She barely even notices when another voice joins her song, but eventually she realizes it's a male voice, deep and smooth, and she freezes. When the sheet that she'd thrown out settles, she sees him standing in the doorway.

“You don't have to stop on my account.” He gives her a small and playful smile and there's a familiar heat between her legs. She swallows hard and tries to dispel the image of him throwing her on the half-made bed.

“I'm sorry to have disturbed you, sir.” She stands with her eyes wide like a bunny’s.

“You didn't. I was enjoying your song. This house needs some music.” He notices how nervous she seems and it crushes him a little. He'd been dreaming of the hint of familiarity she’d shown when he’d seen her last, hoping it might continue or even deepen. He walks a little further into the room and speaks softly. “Please don't call me ‘sir’.”

The quiet longing in his voice brings her out of her own head and back to a place of empathy. His wellbeing matters more to her than her own self-imposed discomfort. Still, she's not sure what to say next. What she really wants is to go to him and throw her arms around his shoulders, but that would be inappropriate on a level that even he would find shocking.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asks quietly, his voice edged with bitterness again.

“No, I'm not afraid of you, Elvis.” She whispers in return. And it's true. She's not afraid of him in the least. She's afraid of herself and her own desires.

“Good. I would like us to be…” He hesitates. Lovers? That's what he wants to be, but he could never say it. “...friends.”

She nods, not sure how she'll manage to control herself, but wanting to give him whatever he needs.

“We can be. I'd like that too.” He smiles again and she stifles a whimper. They stand there in silence for a few more seconds before he takes another step towards her and speaks.

“It is fitting that your name is what it is.” She looks at him curiously.

“Why is that?” He takes a deep breath and another step and continues.

“Bella means beautiful. And you are.” She tries to cover her sharp inhale by blinking, but he picks up on both and cocks his head to the side a little. Is he having the same effect on her that she has on him?

“Thank you… Elvis.” He decides to take a chance and walks directly to her, leaning inappropriately close to her ear.

“You're welcome, Bella.” As he pulls back to look her in the eye, the urge to kiss her is so overpowering that he has to turn away. He walks quickly to the door and disappears through it with such haste that she's left wondering if it actually happened. But the feeling in her stomach is undeniable.

He stops outside the door to steady himself, running his hand through his hair. Another second and he would've given in and had her right there on the freshly changed sheets. His head and his heart are both reeling as he tries to gather his composure.

Annabelle sinks onto the bed, her knees shaky and weak.

******

The small clock in her room reads 2:26am when Annabelle wakes with a whimper. Every time she closes her eyes, she's flooded with images of Elvis: his hands, his mouth, him ripping open her corset and pressing those perfect lips to places on her body that have never been seen by men. This time when she opens her eyes, her chest is heaving and the aching feeling between her legs is so strong that it's almost painful. Without thinking, she puts her hand there, holding herself and whimpering.

She's never been with a man in any way, having only kissed a few boys in the village, so the ways of pleasure are completely unknown to her. Still, her body seems to know what to do on its own as her hips begin to rock against her hand. A soft moan escapes her lips, but she needs more, more pressure or something. She looks around the small room, but of course there's no one there to see her. Her hand trembles, but she slowly slides it up her inner thigh under her nightgown. She's heard of women who experienced the delights of sin, but she never imagined herself to be one of them. Still, the ache is so strong that she almost can't stop herself.

As her fingers reach her center, the thought that Elvis could touch her like this explodes in her brain and her hips begin to rock again, her fingers slipping easily through the wet folds of her sex. If only his big hand was where hers is now, touching and teasing. She doesn't even realize that she's slipped a finger inside herself until she moans and adds a second one.

“Elvis…” She whispers in the darkness, her other hand clutching her breast, pinching her hardened nipple lightly. The image of his mouth on her drives her to pinch a little harder, pretending that it's his lips and teeth. She keeps her fingers pumping in and out as she rocks her hips and the other hand slides down her belly towards her center. And then she imagines his lips, his tongue, making their way down her body to this place that burns with need for him. She fumbles a bit, but it doesn't take her long to find a spot that makes her moan out loud and rub her fingertips over it with fervor. If only it were his tongue on this intimate place. The thought makes her clench around her own fingers as she rubs harder and faster.

“Oh God, Elvis!” She whisper-screams as the pleasure builds deep in her belly. And then she sees him on top of her. She knows from the other girls in the village what it means to make love and until now she never thought it sounded very pleasant. But right now, in this moment, she needs his cock inside her with a fire she didn't know was possible. Her mind is all lips and tongues and him moving his body against her, sliding in so deep, and before she knows it there's an explosion in her center and she bites her lip to keep from making too much noise. But she arches her back and bucks her hips and writhes as the pleasure overwhelms her and she pulses on her fingers and slows her other hand as the hardened bud softens.

“Elvis… yes…” She whimpers as she starts to come down from her high, sweating and panting. When she finally finishes, she lays in bed staring at the ceiling. Whatever that was, she needs to feel it with him.

Across the house, Elvis pumps his cock as the cum shoots out all over his hand and he moans.

“Bella…”

But it isn't enough.

******

Now what?

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[abbysimsfun]

🎃👻☠️ Happy Halloween! 🍬🎃👻

And a happy Life & Death day to those celebrating!

Between yesterday and today's post, Lavender aged up to infant! (I needed to get through all storyline during her newborn stage just so I could dress her as a tiny unicorn for Halloween, yes.)

I pulled the Nesbitt-Gordons together to pose with a bunch of their hard-earned Reaper Rewards swag. I had to do something with it, since this isn't their usual vibe and they're not going to use it for too much going forward. They were always in it for the ambrosia and it's safe to say they got plenty out of the quest!

I love this kind of event and I want more. If they keep fitting into my storytelling I'm even more excited about them!

(More photos without the alien eyes after the cut!)

Lavender looks like Heather's little mini but there's still so much Conrad in this face, I can't get over it.

Ash and Lavender's Halloween costumes are from @adjusted-karma's Baby 1st and Baby's 3rd Halloween costume sets! There's also one for toddlers, too, which is where I got Ash's bunny costume ears and facepaint when Spooky Day came up in-game! Heather's glasses are a purple shade of a style Heather's worn before in green by @stargazer-sims-cc!

Poses are a mix of two from @rebouks Infant Insanity Family Photos pack, which is a big favourite of mine! Such amazing quality without clipping. I love it so much. Check out the detail with Lavender's tiny hand grasping Heather's finger. It's so perfect! It shows off Heather's (temporary) Grim tattoo really nicely, too.

I also gave Heather a braided hairstyle to show the earrings, but this pose doesn't really do it, so here are some Heather selfies. Still not great since she hates photography!

Tomorrow's post is basically just infant Lavender picspam because she's too cute. ->

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[knightmareaceblue]

A redraw of the group photo from the Nether hopping arc! I wanted to get in more practice drawing the characters in this specific style, and also see if I can fix some issues with their designs that were bugging me. I... mostly succeeded on that 2nd part?

Some notes regarding these CG designs (plus some headcannons):

-Red's outfit frustrates me, because I like it a lot without colour, but once I start trying to add colour it always ends up looking off. The current colour scheme is fine, I guess, but I'm a little torn on whether or not the colours suit Red, and not making him too close to the other colour schemes present (which I like a lot more).

-Red's outfits will often have animal motifs designed into them. Usually cat, rabbit, or pig, but they have all sorts of animal clothes.

-Though it can't usually be seen due to not drawing them with their hood up often, Red's hoodie has cat ears. The reason I don't usually draw the hood up is because I like drawing his hair too much.

-Red will alternate between gloves, bracelets, and, post AVM season 3, a yellow headband and armbands.

-Under the hoodie Red will usually wear a tank top or crop top. Though it can't be seen in this photo, the arm holes for the hoodie are incredibly large, so Red's top can sometimes be seen when lifting her arms or looking at them from the side.

-In general, I do like Yellow's outfit. It suits her personality well and has some good colours. My primary concern is that it may be too... plain? Stereotypical? Basically, that it's too stereotypically 'nerd' to be interesting. But I can't come up with anything better, so this'll be her default outfit for now.

-What I do like on Yellow, however, is the hair. I think the short hair with a singular braid is really cool. A nice mix of neat and practical and stylish, especially mixed with the glasses.

-One issue I do have is with the boots. All the shoes in general, actually. They all look so samey, especially Blue and Yellow's boots. This is a pretty simplistic style I'm drawing in though, and I don't want to make anything too complicated. Why do shoes have to be so stupid?

-I used to have the same problem with Second's outfit as with Red's - particularly, with their shirt. However, that's when I realized that Second is an artist, and can change their shirt design at the drop of a hat. So, now the shirt has a different drawing on it regularly. Second will try to use all their friends colours in their designs. If they leave a person off, it usually means their either consciously or subconsciously upset with that stick. If they don't draw on their shirt at all and leave it blank, it usually means something's up with them.

-I also added leggings from the previous design. It felt right.

-Both Second and Chosen dislike shoes. I will not elaborate, but Second's tolerance is better than Chosen. He can handle it for short periods of time, but is usually grumpy and will kick them off first chance he gets.

-I like to imagine Second using her large, poofy hair to put things in, the same way she'd put things in their inventory. I also like to imagine Green is low-key horrified by this, while Red, Blue, and Yellow will also use her fluff to store things. Sometimes without Second even noticing.

-Second carries the belt with them in their hair in their inventory and will put it on before fighting/platforming so their oversized shirt doesn't get in their way. Otherwise they prefer to have their clothing loose and flowing.

-Everyone has a multicoloured accessory. Second was the one who started it with his bracelet, then the others wanted some too so Second drew up more for the gang. An anklet for Red, an armband for Yellow, a belt for Green, and a neckerchief for Blue.

-Green may just have the best outfit of everyone here. It's sleek, it's cool, it suits them, and it's easy to fight in (with an easily striped jacket if need be). I also added a lil choker.

-I don't think I expressed this before, but I didn't like Green's previous hairstyle. Something about it irked me, but I couldn't place what at the time. Now I know it'd needed more on top, haha.

-Blue's outfits tend to be more on the practical side, since they do a lot of manual labour, but with bits of fun and whimsy added in. After AvM Season 3, she trades her funny socks for long funny socks and fun stockings.

-The original intent was for everyone to have a different type of hair, but Blue's and Yellow's ended up a lot more similar than I'd hope. The idea was for Blue to have really thick hair, but it's hard to tell. Might think of something else later.

-Anyone who wants something different can go to Second and ask. They all have their own things they like, but they're all willing to try almost anything, with very little exception.

Feel free to let me know your thoughts. I think I really like these character designs I came up with. :)

Original pic used for reference:

[vibingandsimping]

Wrote this at 5am and I cannot get this thought off my mind… I gave up on proofreading it after the first couple paragraphs, whoops. Enjoy anyways.

Forewarnings: Darker Content

Normal Tav + Gortash

someone on tumblr posted this photo and I literally drooled like a rabid dog

Imagine having tried to escape Gortash. A little while ago, he invited you into his palace, but he caught you in his trap and you've been stuck ever since. He lavishly fed you and provided you with fine silk to wear. If necessary, maids would assist you, and he gave you paints and pen to entertain yourself with. He considered you to be nothing more than a toy. One he could dress up and take care of... you were simply so pretty. One that he could also bend over and take whenever he pleased. You stumbled upon an opening during one of his days. He was occupied and left you with only a few guards. The reason he didn't have his usual number was because security had been on high alert. After a scuffle, per se, happened in the audience hall. You seized the perfect opportunity to escape. You ran, taking rapid breaths, until you hit a dead end. During it all, you managed to hurt yourself trying to avoid being pursued. Although your legs were aching, your chest was the most pressing of your concerns. It hurt to breathe- you were sure you bruised a couple of ribs.

Gortash sought to meet you in his private chambers. He demanded it quite frankly. Had this been under different circumstances, he would have taken care of you by the medical wing. He would make sure to establish himself after you betrayed him directly. To prevent you from trying to escape him again. Perhaps he was too lenient on you and thought him a fool? He approached a shelf and flicked his metallic fingers through while you sat on one of his padded chairs. He landed on a small vial with precision. The contents were a deep and dark red color like coagulated blood. If you were to guess, you would assume it was a concentrated health potion. The way he looked at you was predatory when he turned around and held it between his fingers. He presented it to you with expectation, observing your behavior. It was almost a test of your will - how badly you wished to leave him. A fleeting defiance struck you when you reached out for it. The grave has already been dug, why not step in and enjoy the last moments of freedom? The vial slipped and landed on the ground with a clink. As the glass cracked, the contents spilled onto the marble. For a few seconds, his gaze twisted with fury before steeling itself.

Now, this could go one of two ways.

He grabs you by the hair and guides you to look at him. His dark gaze made you instinctively swallow. It’s clear that was a mistake. You’re sure you’ll be punished for later. He speaks with a venom, his every word enunciated. “Dirty pet,” he spat. “I won’t be putting any of that to waste.” Then, a smirk fills his face and he pushes you onto your knees before him. He lets go of your hair and strokes it once. “Lick it up.” He speaks simply as if it were casual conversation. You knew it wasn’t. The tone he held was too commanding.

Or,

He watches with an unreadable expression. As the liquid trickles to his feet, he hums and turns back around. He fetches another vial- but different. The color was too dark to tell which without inspection. His golden claws dug into the skin on your chin. “No worries. I can always help.” The last word is punctuated by him applying pressure to your cheeks. It made you wince as he forced your lips apart. The cap made a popping sound as it flicked off. Tilting your head back, you’re made to helplessly consume the potion as he made his dominance clear. “Good, now swallow and maybe we can talk a lesser sentence.”

[quillandtea]

Rambling thoughts

Hi everyone! Welcome to my blog, where I’ll be sharing some thoughts, reflections, and maybe a few rambles. I recently joined a new fandom, and it's been quite the experience. Just a heads-up: these are my opinions. Disagreeing is totally fine, but let’s keep things respectful—no cursing or aggressive language. We’re all here to enjoy and discuss, not tear each other down.

So, yes, I’m a Luke and Nicola shipper, but that doesn’t mean I see everything through rose-colored glasses. I have my own thoughts and questions, and after a bit of a spiral recently, I wanted to share some of what’s been on my mind. I’ve been in fandoms for over 20 years, and each new one seems to come with its own surprises. I got into Bridgerton after a random promo video popped up on my Instagram, and before I knew it, I was deep in the Polin fandom. The chemistry between Luke and Nicola is undeniable, and their connection on screen really hooked me. But, as with any fandom, there’s also a more complicated side.

In fandoms, people often get caught up in finding “Easter eggs” and signs. Seeing fans analyze every interaction between Luke and Nicola reminds me of the One Direction “Larry” theories, where every glance or social media post was seen as confirmation of something more. I’m seeing that same intensity here, with some fans interpreting every interaction as a hint of romance. But they’re actors—it’s their job to make us believe in their characters' relationship.

One thing that stands out to me is the double standard surrounding Nicola’s interactions with other co-stars, like Luke Thompson or JD. For example, she’s been seen holding hands and traveling with JD, but fans don’t make much of it or dismiss it as staged. But if she held hands with Luke Newton, it would be treated as a “sign.” It’s messy when real people and selective perceptions get involved, especially when we’re projecting what we want to see.

And now, here’s where things get personal. I respect Nicola as an actress and admire her as a person. She’s talented, charming, and seems genuinely kind. But I don’t put her, or any celebrity, on a pedestal. Celebrities are complex individuals, and we usually only see one side of them. That said, if Nicola really is in a relationship with JD, a man significantly younger than her, it stirs something uncomfortable for me.

I’m about to turn 38, and my child is 24. I became a mom as a teenager, and my journey was anything but easy. I also endured sexual abuse, which deeply shaped how I view relationships, power dynamics, and boundaries. I have a very clear sense of what feels comfortable in a relationship, and seeing a large age gap, particularly when one person could be close in age to my child, doesn’t sit right with me. Large age gaps can bring complications—differences in life experience, maturity, and power dynamics that can be hard to ignore, especially when people are at different life stages.

Seeing those recent photos of Nicola and JD, it’s hard not to consider the possibility that this might be a “soft launch” of something more. It doesn’t seem like she was expecting to meet a paparazzo, which to me suggests that this might be more than a friendship. And if it is, well, it feels like she might be more invested than he is. There’s something about JD that just feels... off.

Nicola’s free to make her choices, and I respect her right to live her life as she sees fit. But if she really is dating JD, I have to admit that it impacts how I view her. Integrity matters to me, and it’s hard to ignore the dynamics involved. Honestly, I don’t know where I’m going with this—just a bit of a ramble, I guess.

In the end, this is Nicola’s life, and I truly hope she finds happiness. But I also hope fans don’t turn this into a fairy-tale romance if it doesn’t deserve that label. Let’s appreciate the talent Luke and Nicola bring to their roles without digging into their personal lives. And for those “expert anons” hyping every little “clue,” maybe take a step back. Enjoy the characters, love the stories, and let the actors live their lives as they choose.

[neptuniadoesstuff]

My Reference Sheet of Phen 228.

A "censored" Ref of my ver of Phen 228 (Canon) for my Modern AU aka "Branches of a Paranormal Federation".

(What is censored are the faces & the severed limb as those are where the gøřə is.)

Bio (Major):

|| Code Name: Phen 228 | Aliases: "Watanabe Bird", "The Boiled One", Hakunata (Based on strange written letters that look similar to English) | Year & Place of Discovery: 2003, Pennsylvania (By the Ephrata Branch) | Current Wearibouts: Unknown | Other: Was discovered to have other variants of it whom have somewhat similar abilities although with different out comes | Main abilities: Cognito-Hazardous properties (When looked at, can cause quesdocoma & the manifestation of its being, can't be seen by others, only ones who are effected) | Ways to combat the effects: Wear blue-light glasses & earplugs, must be about 5 feet away from the screen at all cause ||

(Btw this is just info the Ephrata Branch has put down, as I'll be putting my own info here based on my head canons & the design/lore I gave Phen myself for this au. Although the Hakunata part is only for this AU & not the canon lore. This includes the design.)

(WARNING INCOMING! BL00D, GUTS, & GØŘƏ WILL BE HERE, PROCEED WITH CAUTION! FOR THESE ARE THE UNCENSORED REFS + FULL BODY REFS OF PHEN 228!)

(Also... Slight disturbing imagery for the reference photo)

The actual uncensored ref sheet & the full body ref. Yeh uh.. they look pretty messed up lookin but it's clear that Phen rlly isn't supposed to look.. Clean.. (Although I am waiting till the simps arrive.. Which I hope they don't-)

Bio (Written by... an outsider aka me lol)

|| Name: [REDACTED] | Aliases: Hakunata (A nickname given to by his sister) | Gender: Interseggs/Genderless (But is represented as male), He/They/It (Or any Pronouns but those are preferred) | Age: 100? (Not sure, I doubt Phen has a canon age-) | Height: Whatever rlly (But is normally like... REALLY TALL-) | Pride: No Idea. I doubt this spirit demon thing cares about being attracted to anything- | Species: A strange hybrid of a human & fallen angel | Family: A child named "Rei" & some other Phens (Example: Kasinoshi or "Priest) | Personality: Somewhat malicious, is a bit obsessive with a certain family, but seems to... weirdly care about his victims? (Idk its a whole bag of worms) | Occupation: Some false prophet frikker idk. Might've been a war criminal from Japan in a past life (WWII) | Powers: Able to give anyone who looks at it w/o protection pseudocoma & sleep paralysis, also able to communicate with anyone who is affected with their "curse". Can fly apparently (But is pretty lazy & doesn't rlly use their phantom arms to fly at all) | Other (aka unimportant stuff): Prob likes torturing a certain family he effected back in 2003, despises kids (except its own), gets very uncomfortable with anything sus (like me), loves stealing & consuming ppl's spines, prob not understanding how modern tech work, might commit a few war crimes here & there (which is a big nono), & is usually seen indulging himself in some Japanese things bcs it reminds him of the old times (Yes even the modern stuff) ||

& here is the Original/Reference Image!

(Update: fix some stuff in the Extra info thing bcs I don't grammar well.)

Credits lol-

Character: Phen 228 (Belongs to Doctor Nowhere aka Silas) (Although the design of Phen 228 not from the original image belongs to me.)

Art: Mine.

Reference Image Creator: Silas Orion aka Doctor Nowhere.

Program: IbisPaint x.

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

[ducktoonsfanart]

Huey, Dewey, Louie and Phooey Duck watch the solar eclipse in Duckburg - My redraw - Ducktales 2017 - Quack Pack Reboot - Happy birthday to them!

I drew for the Solar Eclipse that was in America these days as well as posting for the birthdays of Donald's nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck plus Phooey Duck, who usually celebrate on April 15th.

By the way, a solar eclipse occurs when the moon, which is in its youth phase, goes towards the earth's surface and is located between the sun and the earth and covers the sun with its body, and thus a solar eclipse occurs. Astronomy. And they mostly happen in rare moments, but they still cause a great effect in people and for many it can be a turning point, sometimes in the negative, sometimes in the positive, although unfortunately more in the negative. However, many people who are waiting for a solar eclipse look forward to it and wear glasses to protect against it, because the solar eclipse causes a large effect of glare from the Sun. And it all takes a few minutes.

So I drew Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck, from Ducktales 2017, but in my version of them as I imagine them, by wearing their own kind of suit, but all wearing jeans and backwards baseball caps together. To make them look more cool, of course. And they're wearing eclipse glasses and enjoying it, and there's their fourth brother Phooey Duck, who I drew in a mix between the Ducktales reboot version and my version. And behind them is the Money Bin as it looks in Ducktales 2017 and on the side of the drawing I drew some sort of solar eclipse as it looks like. Yes, this is how I imagine them in my Quack Pack reboot version as well, if it was a sequel to Ducktales 2017. Yes, there are real teenagers here, because they act like it. By the way, it's a redraw from this photo I found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/photoshopbattles/comments/2zp1kl/psbattle_these_guys_from_switzerland_really/

I hope you like this drawing and these versions and this idea and feel free to like and reblog this, just please don't copy my same ideas without mentioning me! Thank you!

I also dedicated this drawing to my friend who is celebrating his birthday today, and happy birthday to you, my dear @ducksinspaceadventure! Also happy birthday to Huey, Dewey and Louie as well as Phooey Duck!

[mirrormazeworld]

Twisted Wonderland Yuu oc Rambles

Notes : I don't usually do yume here (prefer to do it on X instead) but I have been thinking lately since my research on twst with Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass almost completed, I can say the hcs, world building and my Yuu-sona lore is already matured enough. Therefore I want to re-introduce my Yuu oc again because I think you will be going to see her more often from now on. I have always been a Crowley yume since day one I created this blog around two years ago and all of my research are all actually dedicated to build her lore so that I can ship her with my most favorite character in twst : Crowley

Without further ado, meet my twst oc/ Yuu oc/ Yuu sona : Ayumu Astaude

Ayumu's NRC outfit illustration by 00Azell_

Character overview (subject to change depending on where the canon story is going) :

She is originally a 21 years old antique shop owner which she inherited from her deceased family at the age of 16 as she decided to drop out of school and continue her family's legacy. During her work restoring Victorian era post-mortem photos from an anonymous client, she fainted in front of an antique large mirror at night due to poisonous gas leaking. At that time she experienced a phenomenon called "Bloody Mary effect" where the reflected image in the mirror looks distorted because of the dimly lit shop and her fading consciousness. She saw a hand in the mirror and desperately reached out to it before she fainted. The next time she opened her eyes, she woke up in a coffin inside a room with many coffins and a large dark mirror and a strangely cat-like monster named Grim.

Ayumu's twst chibi sprite by bucchinragi

If anyone asks what she is twisted from, she is twisted from Queen Alice of Through The Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll.

"Conqueror of Dreams" (Ayumu The Queen Alice) illustration by mirrormazeworld (me)

Despite being twisted from Queen Alice of Through The Looking Glass, her hair color isn't yellow/blonde but red instead. I made it that way so that it may refer to Persephone, the Greek Goddess in which the original Alice in Wonderland was inspired from (and also as parallel to Riddle since he is the leader of Alice in Wonderland dorm, a prequel to Through The Looking Glass)

Her coffin logo is a White Queen chess piece in front of a mirror (in the original Through The Looking Glass, Queen Alice is a white pawn that got promoted as White Queen.)

Personality wise, she is pretty much like Goddess Persephone but calmer. She also got other traits from a certain ancient Goddess in which the original Through The Looking Glass was inspired from (I'm not talking about it here though but let's talk about it next time in a separate post) Her perceptive, composed and curious nature made her a formidable strategist and also a Prefect to watch over the other students. Her responsibility as a Prefect gave her a special condition : she doesn't need to join any club in NRC so that she can just focus more on her work and seeking information about how to go back to her own world. Crowley deliberately wrote her age as 18 for her student ID since she didn't have her identity card with her when she arrived in Twisted Wonderland (so that he could make her doing the workload equivalent to an NRC staff but being paid below minimum wage)

She doesn't have and can't use magic, but her knowledge of many things as an antique shop owner are already enough to make up for it.

[sstarlessstay]

first date after breaking up: kim seungmin

this part was requested under the seungmin post by one of my readers and is the continuation of the scenario. i hope you will love it, @krishastumblernow 💝

entering the known valley, where you two used to walk around hiding from people, you noticed that is pretty overcrowded. the message said "at our place as always" so you passed by the trio of friend who were laughing. kim seungmin is the most unexpected person in your life and he never fails to make you smile, but you broke up and you felt rather awkward. what if this meeting won't end up good?

however, you were struck by his extraordinarity once you arrived to your place. seungmin was sitting on the blanket in black glasses and white tshirt that said "Seungmin is pabo". his hair was silver as he wore the wig the one felix once wore for a show. you chuckeld as he raised his head to look at you. seungmin took off his glasses squinting because the bright sun, however, he looked at you.

“ah you must be the vip student for the elective lecture” he said making the voice of the old man. he snucked a small colorful leaflet in your hands and invited you to sit down next to him. “have a seat, bright mind”

you chuckled and sat down. you used to make such small outside dates in the past, where you would read him some books about science and he always told you that you are super smart.

“so what kind of lecture i am invited to?” you asked playing along.

“you can have a look at the leaflet, young lady. let me prepare my voice.”he said continuing impersonating an old professor. you looked at the leaflet and saw the title: WHY KIM SEUNGMIN IS A PABO? leaflet was full of the silly photos of seungmin that you took and sent him. your nervousness about the date started to disappear.

you laughed and seungmin gave you a scolding look as an old professor who looks at mischievous students.

“are you ready to talk about why kim seungmin is pabo?”

“yes, teacher”

seungmin started a 30-minutes long session of roasting himself where you couldn't help but smiled. you knew exactly why he did so, as you broke up because of the joke. at least it took time for you to accept that it was a joke. stupid joke that shouldn't have even been said. it has done damage. however on that lecture date you laughed as usual! you laughed as you always did with him. somehow it was a relaxing and pleasant date, without any hurt.

“okay, okay, teacher. i don't think that this man is so hopeless.”you said softly, looking at seungmin in the wig.

“you think so, young lady?" seungmin made a short pause and stopped impersonating the old man.

“ yeah, i think if he really tries, everything is fixable.” you nodded.

“ah, god bless his soul. he’s such a fool for what he did to the person he loved.” he came back to personalization of an old lecturer. “silly silly man”

“oh my god, what did he do?”

“ he hurt the person he loved,saying something he didn’t mean to. only stupid people do that”

“ i guess he didn’t want that to happen,right?” you glimpsed at him

“ would you actually forgive someone who’d hurt you?” he asked rather emotionally.

“ if person tries hard enough, then maybe” you shrugged.

suddenly seungmin went serious. his smile faded and voice became stable.

“ i originally planned to just hide from fans and everyone else in this but then i started to improvise” he chuckled.

“it was nice. also, nice leaflet, i will keep it.” you said and seungmin smiled. “and scold you when you are a pabo.”

“i missed you so much.” you confessed.

“and i missed you too, seungmin” you nodded giving him a chuckle.

“i want to say it properly now” seungmin took your hand in his. he softly caressed your hands with his fingertips. he was nervous. “honey, i am sorry for what i said. you praise me for my bare minimum and i should have never dared to say that you are not working on yourself enough. even as a joke.” he gulped, looking at you.

“seungmin—“

“you are one of the most talented and gifted people in science that i know. i am sure that one day you will discover a new star or a planet and—“

“minnie—“

“just let me finish this sentence, it is very important to me to say this…” he asked with his soft tone. you nodded, feeling as if something in your chest is tickling. “and one day i will call you my forever.”

you suddenly felt that you are about to start crying. he was honest because he treats the word forever much more serious than any other guy. he gives it meaning like in old romance books. and from the very beginning of your relationships this fact won your heart. you looked away and he grabbed your hands a bit tighter as if being scared that you are going to stand up and leave.

“ did i… say something wrong?” he asked. you smiled and turned your head to him after some time.

“ you know what?” his eyes rounded as if a small puppy is looking at you. “ i can’t kiss an old man publicly that would be inappropriate.”

as you giggled, seungmin put off the wig and reached closer to you, hugging you closer. you gave him a small peck on lips, however he was more determined and reached for the next kiss that was longer and softer, holding you in his embrace. you missed it, you missed him.

once he stopped kissing you, you felt your foreheads meet and he giggled.

“i love you so much” he murmured.

[intoxicated-chan]

✦ 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ✦ 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲...

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission. None of the photos used belong to me! Credits to @/cafekitsune for the divider!!

Series’ Masterlist // Wattpad Vers.

(A/n) // One thing I’m having trouble with is, will this be up to your guys standards? Will you guys be happy with the finally product? When it comes to posts like these, I always think twice and spend more time rewriting everything. But now I am like the final writing and I hope you guys as well. Thank you all for reading, and I thank you all. Also there are Saints Row references.

Content Warnings // The purchase of firearm ammo, guns, photo taking, mentions of scars…

Word Count // 1.3k

It was strange for a gun shop to open so late at night, but it was that time when I stepped in, that night when I finally met him…

“Welcome back.” The worker snickers at the blonde’s tired state, “Another rough night?” The blonde sadly nods as he walks into the employee’s room.

The next time, there was an accident. You were leaving the shop as he came in, you shoulder hit him, “I’m sorry.” You apologize.

“No worries.” He widely smiles.

And the next was when you finally got a better view of him. The worker and him were talking amongst themselves as you searched for a new gun, “So, I’ve already stocked most of the items, all you need to do is keep the ammo stocked up and dust. You didn’t do that last time.”

“Sorry.” He hangs his head in shame and then lifts it. He makes eye contact with you, waving with his prosthesis arm and with his usual wide smile.

You wave back at him. If you looked close enough, you could see a beauty mark under his left eye, he had orange round glasses that complimented his bright red jacket. His left arm seemed to be a prosthesis. There was just something about him that just spoke that this man was the embodiment of happiness.

“Vash!” The worker shook his shoulders, “Are you even listening to me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh when the blonde named Vash came up with an excuse for the last time he didn’t dust, “So, that’s his name. Vash.”

You slowly entered the shop, looking around for anyone but no one could be seen. You should’ve expected that when a small lamp was the only light source the shop had on at the moment. As you walked around, you let your index finger run over the table, collecting the forgotten dust. You rub it between your fingers before wiping it on your pants.

You see old weapons and materials left on shelves. You nearly trip on a plate, it clunks under your food. You pick it up and wipe the dust off it, looking over the design. It was carved into the plate. It was great and all but you were looking for someone.

Swallowing nervously, setting the plate to the side, “Hello?” Your voice sounded like a whisper, “Hello?” You try again, louder this time.

And this time, you could hear objects dropping, someone cursing as they made their way through the confusing placement of shelves. Slowly the voice got louder until the familiar man stood in front of you, “Welcome to Friendly Fire!” He stood proudly, arms crossed, and again, smiled widely, “How can I be of assistance?” Cocking his head to the side.

He radiates positive energy. Almost like a puppy, “I’d just like to buy some ammo.” You answer.

“Oh, then come with me.” He leads you to the register where he stands behind, “What kind of ammo would you like to purchase? We range from pistols to explosives.”

“Just a .44 and .45 Shepard.”

He hastily nods, typing a few things into his computer before looking at you, “May I see an ID?” You hand it to him. He takes a moment to look before handing it back to you, “How many?” He asks.

“Um, three for each please.”

He grabs his keys and opens the glass door, coming back up with the ammo in hand, “Here you go.” Typing a few more things, “And your total comes to $150, will you be paying cash or credit?”

“Cash.” Handing him the twenties and a single ten.

He takes the cash and counts, he pops open the register and places the cash in its place, “Would you like a bag?” Handing you the ammo, feeling his fingers slightly touch yours.

You shake your head, using your small bag to store the ammo, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He smiles, “Have a wonderful night...” He watches you leave the store, “(Y/n).”

Now, you weren’t gonna say that you didn’t know the guy. It’s more like you come here as a regular, mainly because you have been training a good friend of yours. You only saw him when he was starting his shit, never ringing or helping you out until now.

‘How much of an idiot was I? Today was the perfect chance and I blew it!’

Vash very loudly whined like a beaten puppy. His head hitting the desk in defeat as his courage deflates. He was a fool.

But he perks back up, he’s quick to fix himself. With his head held up high and hair fixed, he’s again determined to try again.

‘All right, when I see her, I’ll try again.’

Vash jumps from behind a random shelf, “Welcome back- Oh no!” He catches your falling body but ends up falling with you, on top of you.

“Talk about enthusiasm.” You groan out in pain, hissing.

“I’m so sorry!” He apologizes, still on top of you. But he gets off, flustered and spitting out whatever appears to be an apology, “I-I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“I’m sure you didn’t.” Vash helps you stand.

“Um… I’m Vash!”

“I know your name.” You tell him, “I heard your co-worker say it, anyways, I’m (Y/n).”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, yes, you can stop worrying now.”

As you dust yourself off, Vash fixes his hair and clears his throat. Once you finish, “So, are you here to buy more ammo?”

You shake your head, “I’m just waiting for a friend. She went back to the car to grab her ID. She should be here-”

“I’m sorry I took so long!” Meryl pants, holding out her ID, “I got it!” Before she could say anything to you, she saw Vash, “Vash? I didn’t know you were working here?”

Vash awkwardly chuckles, “I told you a few days ago.”

“Like I was saying, Meryl placed a package. We’re just here to pick it up and register it.” You explain to Vash.

Vash nods, now standing behind the register, “Can I get a name and phone number?” You stand back as Meryl tells him the necessary information. After the ID check, he looks through the mountains of packages until he finds the one with her name on it, “Here you go.” Handing it to her, “Anything else?”

“Nope. Thanks Vash.”

“No problem, Meryl.” He clears his throat again, “Have a wonderful night, you guys.”

“You too.” Meryl responds.

4:42 AM - VASH’S HOUSE

It wasn’t everyday Vash found someone he could love, partially due to how much he over-thought everything, which is why his partners never stayed. His brother wasn’t much of a helper, even though he knew Nai cared for him, Nai believed he didn’t need anyone.

Vash tiredly slips off his jacket, then his turtleneck. The predominant scars over his body outlined everything he hated, especially his prosthesis. The second reason no one ever stayed. They found it disgusting, repulsive, even more so since prosthesis was nearly if not his entire arm. They saw him as a liability, nothing more.

But he remembers when your warm fingers touched his, it made his heart race. And if he was being honest, he wanted to spend more time with you, but when he saw Meryl… It wasn’t jealousy, more like it found it strange that she was hanging out with you. But the more he thought about it, the more it made his heart ache.

He falls back on his bed, grabbing his camera, he clicks through the many photos he had taken of you. All of them were of you, not noticing the camera. He smiled, feeling his face heat up.

It made him feel better, afterall, you only lived a few blocks away from him.

Taglist // @themaskismyface ,

[oscurascout]

Y/N As A Doorman

From "That's Not My Neighbor" game

Note - Sorry for not posting for a while. I've been busy with schoolwork and tests, and I've also had writer's block. But I'm back, and I hope you enjoy this part.

A little side note - This is my first time writing a fight scene, I hope it turned out well.

Warning ⚠️ - This part includes fighting, hitting, broken bones, mentions of blood (sort of), injuries, and fainting.

Part 8 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9, Part 10)

~•~Y/N's POV~•~

After dinner, we all gather in the living room where Hoon had made a mess of all the stuff that my grandparents had. Hoon was currently happily showing everyone photos of me from when I was a little kid.

I was happy to finally have some peace and calm after everything that had recently happened. “How I wish that it'll always be this peaceful,” I thought as Hoon grabbed my grandmother's favorite album.

“Be careful with that one; Grandma loved those photos,” I said and saw how Hoon carefully handled the book.

We stayed like that for an hour or two, then we all went to sleep. Francis had to stay with us for the night. “I hope tomorrow is a peaceful day too,” I thought as I lay down, but I just couldn't sleep. So, I decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As I got to the kitchen, I saw that someone else was there. It was Francis. “Hey, you also can't sleep?” I said as I entered the kitchen.

Francis - “Yeah, it's usually like this for me.”

“You should see a doctor,” I said as I drank water.

Francis - *chuckles* “I don't have time; a lot of work to do.”

We both stayed quiet for a while, just feeling comfort in the peaceful atmosphere.

Francis - “Are you okay?”

“… No, you see, I'm worried. I just can't deal with all of this. A few months ago, I was just doing odd jobs and had nothing to worry about. But now I have to worry about everything. I have to protect the whole apartment while also trying to protect myself. It's just too much, and I don't think I'm doing a good job,” I said as I felt all the pressure of the world on my shoulders.

I felt Francis giving me a side hug and patting my back.

Francis - “Don't worry; you are doing an excellent job. Even after many months, no doppelgängers have entered the apartment, and that's thanks to you. So, don't give up.”

I felt more relaxed by his words. After a bit, we both went back to our rooms, and I thought about what he said. I felt happy. “Yeah, I'm the one who has been keeping everyone safe. I should probably go to sleep now; tomorrow is a workday,” I thought as I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

The next day was the same routine, though this time we had Francis, so it was a bit more fun. He looked like a walking zombie while his counterpart was happily moving around, helping both of us get ready.

I drove Francis to his work van, and after that, I went back to the apartment. After getting in and starting my shift, I saw the twins coming in. “Agh, it's too early to deal with them,” I thought as I saw Elenois coming to the window, with a baggage. She passed me her papers without saying anything, though she did have a tired look. “I guess their trip was very tiring,” I thought as I checked her papers very carefully.

Selenne - “Can you hurry up!” *annoyed*

“Shut up!” I said as I looked through the ID. I could hear her complaining under her breath. I confirmed that everything was fine, and was about to let Elenois in.

Selenne - *scared* “Ahhhh!”

I was about to shut her up but stopped when I saw why she screamed; it was two doppelgängers, but worse, one of them was the one that had been attacking everyone, the one who had attacked Mr. Cappuccin. The most aggressive one was the one who looked like Elenois, but instead of a normal face, it had very big and sharp teeth, while the other one was the version of Izaack but melting, he wasn't too aggressive, but now it appear he was.

“Selenne, get your butt over here!” I yelled and opened the door. Elenois quickly went and grabbed her sister's hand and started running towards the door, leaving their baggages behind. The doppelgängers quickly went after those two. The moment Elenois got to the door and opened it, I switched to lock the door, grabbed the taser, and ran outside.

Elenois got inside, but before Selenne could, the doppelgänger grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back. Elenois was about to go out, but I stopped her. “Elenois! Go to the office and take control. I'll deal with these doppelgängers. After your sister gets inside, call the D.D.D!” I said firmly, and Elenois, still panicking, nodded and ran to the office.

I opened the door and saw the sharp-teeth doppelgänger dragging Selenne. I turned the taser on. “Hey! Leave her alone!” I yelled and ran towards them. I plunged the taser into the sharp-teeth doppelgänger's neck. She released Selenne, and the other doppelgänger was about to grab her again, but Selenne hit him straight in the face with her bag, knocking down the melting doppelgänger. Sharp-teeth was also knocked back by the taser.

“Selenne, run and put the alarm!” I yelled, and she quickly dropped her bag and ran towards the door, which opened the moment she got there. After a few seconds, the whole building went into lockdown. I grabbed Selenne's bag, which was pretty heavy, and got ready to fight.

The flickering red lights gave the situation a very eerie atmosphere, the only sound being the alarm indicating the current problem. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, feeling a little scared, but I quickly threw that feeling away, knowing that I needed to survive.

Melting face was the first to recover, but he didn't lunge at me. I turned just in time to see sharp-teeth rush at me with claws in her hands. I quickly ducked, barely missing the sharp claws. In one swift motion, I drove my elbow into the doppelgänger’s ribs, feeling them break.

I suddenly felt pain on my side as the other doppelgänger’s claws scratched my arm. I gasped, feeling so much pain but forced myself to stay upright. I spun, turning on the taser and lunging it into the attacker’s side. The doppelgänger fell to the ground.

The room spun as I struggled to keep up, all of my muscles screaming to stop, but I knew I couldn't, not until the D.D.D. arrived. I blocked a claw swing with my forearm, wincing at the pain, and retaliated with a swing to their stomach with the bag. The doppelgänger gasped, stumbling back, and I seized the moment to catch my breath.

"I can do it," I told myself, eyes darting between the two doppelgängers. I felt myself starting to get dizzy and very tired. The next attack came fast and hard – a coordinated assault from both sides. I dodged left, narrowly avoiding a claw swing, and countered with a low kick to the knee, making the melting one fall.

The sharp-teeth doppelgänger grabbed my arm, twisting it painfully. I bit back a scream, using my free hand to deliver a crushing blow to their throat. Their grip loosened, and I yank myself free, adrenaline fueling my every move.

Breathing heavily, I stood as the doppelgängers quickly recovered, every inch of my being aching. The fight wasn't over yet – not until the D.D.D arrived. It was hard; they were stronger than me, and my taser was almost out of power. As I gasped for air, the melting one grabbed my arms and held them painfully. Then I heard the other one behind me. I moved my head and saw the sharp claws coming near my face.

I quickly moved my head, dodging the blow to my face but not to my body. The claws went down my back, breaking skin. I screamed and with all my strength, I pulled away from the melting face, turned the taser on, and plunged it into the sharp teeth. My vision was starting to blur.

I heard footsteps. I looked behind the doppelgängers and saw the yellow suits; the D.D.D had finally arrived. The doppelgängers turned their attention to them and started to attack, but unlike me, the agents were professionals and far stronger, so they easily won. I smiled, and suddenly, my world went dark.

[ugyunyun]

So I tried to recreate Optimo Lynx in livly

also some Tamura hom update

minor spoilers of Optimo's new update ahead. I will mention background of newer dates.

Okay, photos and gabbing as usual down below.

I finished Optimo's new update. I love it. I love him.

I tried Optimo's jacket look. I really like the "with glasses" look. I also gave him a high tech/computer/lab/wow smart stuffs vibe island.

Nothing to say about the hom making process, everything went smoothly. I'm glad his hairstyle, his hair color and his eye color are roughly the same. I made some sacrifices to build Cedric, glad that Optimo didn't undergo the same ritual, I mean, process.

Besides the jacket, there's also one outfit in livly suits him quite well. This one. Also, glasses off, yeah.

As for the island, it's......messy.

I had harder time creating this island than making the hom. At first I wanted to create an urban night view background. But, those monitor/tv took up all the fence space. In the end it's just moon. Big moon.

Add a box to mimic the terrarium in his room, and the necklace, again, to mimic the talisman. Thank you, purple necklace, you are the best supporting prop.

now spoiler ahead.

Spoiler

I tried to do another not-so-messy background. While I was trying, I finished the update around the same time. I really love one of the background, so.....

Yeah.

The frame kinda blocks the background, so I took one photo without it.

I made another version of Optimo with his ponytail. I just can't stop making more Optimo. I can't. He's my favorite match. He is the perfect boy. He is the reason that I fall into mechat. He ate all my diamonds. And I want him to eat even more. Take it. Take it all.

LOOK AT HIM. MY BABY.

Alright, where was I?

Oh.

I said my next post would be all about Optimo. Well..... turned out I need to change my island for harvesting. Need to record my pervious one before tearing it down....

Here's some bonus Tamura hom.

Made a coffee shop island for him, put a bear as customer.

Ah, as for livly, I added in Jasper the livly. Gave him a tiny yellow hat.

Happened to captured Jasper the livly and Tamura the hom both closing their eyes, awww.

And, I realized that I got werewolf accessories. Made my newest island with werewolf theme.

TBH I was a little bit disappointed that there's no special episodes for older characters last Halloween. I would make one myself then.

Island's theme is simple. MC had a dream in late October. In the dream, they were having a picnic with a special guest.

MC: This forest looks nice✨

The guest: What a careless human, there are some monsters around here.

MC: Really? I see none.

The guest:......DO I LOOK HUMAN TO YOU?

Hehe, werewolf Tamura🫶✨

Yeah, that's it.

Bye.