#also side note i am tired of showing this to people and having them respond by telling me about how they need to get new tats

[sockhatingsapphic]

everyone look at my sick tattoo i can’t believe it’s real it makes me so happy!!! it’s my first tattoo and it’s like. four days old.

i think i’ve gotten over my mild buyers�� remorse (which i feel about every big purchase for a few days and then love it) because it’s just so. pine.

pine trees give me this deep sense of relief that i can’t truly explain and now i’ll always have one with me! even when i go somewhere with no trees at all.

and i like the reminder that i can let this relief grow from within. most people who get forearm tree tattoos have them facing the other direction, but i wanted the roots pointed inwards, towards my heart, for reasons i couldn’t explain when i got it done but i think i’m beginning to understand.

anyways look at it i hope it brings you joy as well!

[lady0ctavia]

As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 30

Note: This story is based vaguely during the mid 1200s in Eastern Europe where the Teutonic Knights fought the Northern Crusades to try and convert the native pagan population to Christianity. As a result, this story will have heavy religious themes all throughout. It should also be noted that, while referencing real-life events and locations, I am not striving for full historical accuracy. This is for the sake of the story I am telling.

Once again, this series will have heavy religious themes throughout, including discussions of bible stories, doctrine, and scripture verses, as well as critical analysis of Christian doctrine and beliefs. So, if you don't like that, you will want to skip out on this.

Still no answer. How long have I been praying?

(y/n) sat back in defeat, gazing up at the chapels ceiling. The curved beams stretched from the ground upward before crisscrossing up above. Side windows allowed light to cascade down into the room, heavenly rays of light illuminating the space. So much so that she could see little specks of dust float by here.

After her chat with Gilbert, she paced around the fortress, unsure of what to do. She eventually decided to retreat to the chapel and pray, hoping to figure things out. Or at the very least, obtain some kind of comfort. But no matter how much she prayed, answers seemed to forever be out of reach. And the anxiety in her chest refused to subside.

"God, I know you are there. Why will you not answer me?" (y/n) whispered to the heavens, tired and at her wits end. What do I do? Do I follow and do as Captain Nikolaus and Gilbert say? Do I tell Gillen how I feel? Do I even have the strength to go through with either option? Are there any other options I have neglected to realize?

(y/n) understood that time was running out. She felt as if she were standing in the gallows, with a noose tied loosely around her neck. A noose that was slowly beginning to tighten with every passing minute. Closing her eyes, she hoped to find some kind of solace in the silence of the chapel. She would have accidentally fallen asleep had it not been for a sweet, kindly voice from behind startling her.

"Are you having a hard time?" Albrecht asked from a pew behind (y/n). After she jumped, he waved a hand in the air before apologizing. "Oh, sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it," She mumbled, her mind clearly occupied by something else. Observing her semi-mournful state, Albrecht leaned forward, crossing his arms on the back of the pew before him, right beside her.

"Is something on your mind?" The young ward pressed.

"Always," (y/n) droned. "By the way, how's your shoulder doing?"

"It's doing well, all thanks to your help," He smiled warmly, sunlight bouncing off of his curly brown hair, giving the appearance of little gold spirals woven into the locks. "Say, are you feeling well?"

"Yes... Well, no. Not exactly," She tried to lie, but she couldn't. Not to that adorable, freckled face. A face that furrowed its brow in concern.

"Would talking about it make you feel better?"

"I suppose."

Albrecht responded by getting up from his seat and moving to sit beside her on the pew, the bench only creaking slightly underneath him. Quietly, he sat in attention, showing he was open to hear anything she had to say.

"Albrecht, have you ever felt like God isn't answering your prayers?"

He paused, looking to the side before answering. "Sometimes, yes."

"What do you make of that? When you ask God questions, and He doesn't answer?"

"Well, that's the funny thing about prayer, and about God," He leaned back in his seat, gazing upward as he spoke of Him. "My mother and father both had different points of view on the subject. My mother would tell me that God answers prayers in all kinds of different ways. For some people, they hear a voice in their heads. For others, He may send a sign, either in the material world or in a dream. And sometimes, He just doesn't answer them because it is not part of His plan. In short, look for signs of God's hand around you."

(y/n) nodded along with Albrecht's explanation. "I can understand that. I remember my father certainly believed that to be the case. What of your father?"

"My father had a more simplistic, albeit straightforward opinion on the subject. As far as he was concerned, if you felt you weren't receiving an answer to your prayer, it meant that God was trusting you to make your own decision. As if to say, 'Both options are good, so just pick one and work your way from there.'"

(y/n) was momentarily stunned, impressed by Albrecht's words. "I must say, I have never thought about it that way before. I never thought about the possibility of God simply telling someone to make up their mind."

Albrecht chuckled. "My father said that probably happens more often than we think. But I admit, it can be frustrating. Usually, when we go to God with a question, we're asking Him to tell us what to do. Not to be told to figure it out."

"Indeed. I suppose this is the Lord's way of trying to help us build some character," (y/n) laughed bitterly, but accepting of the answer Albrecht helped clarify. The two individuals took a moment to sit in silence, allowing the rays of sun to wash over them. Turning to the boy beside her, (y/n) smiled. "Albrecht?"

"Hm?" He turned to look at her, dark brown eyes shining.

"Thank you for being my friend. I am going to miss you."

"And I'll miss you, Miss (l/n)," He gave a sheepish grin. "I take it you're leaving soon."

"I am," She affirmed sadly, but made an effort to maintain her smile, refusing to bring melancholy into the conversation. But the effort appeared to be for naught when she saw Albrecht's grin falter for a moment.

"Well, then I will make it a point to be there at the gate. The last thing you will see is me waving goodbye!"

The two shared a brief spell of laughter before quieting down. After they did so, the two made their way out of the chapel for dinner. Upon exiting the hall of worship, however, (y/n) decided to bid Albrecht farewell and retire early for the night. He responded with a bow, before wishing her farewell in return.

Once she made it to her guest bedroom and opened the door, she had to stop. Her eyes danced around the room, taking in every last detail. The bed she slept in, and the window above where the light would shine in each morning. The curved ceiling descended to walls made of carved wood on the bottom half, with the opposing upper half a warm beige. Smooth planks of wood made up the floor, allowing one to walk around in bare feet without fear of getting splinters. And on the other side of the room, just across from her bed, sat two identical chairs, whereon one lay a nightgown.

Quietly, almost reverently, (y/n) moved across the room to sit upon her bed. Staring at the chairs before her, the memories of the past few months rotated through her mind.

This is the room I woke up in the day after my village was destroyed. After I lost my father. The room where I met Gillen and Gilbert. We would sit here and eat breakfast together each morning for several weeks. All before being treated by Gillen each day.

She felt her face burn when she thought of how he treated her wounds back then. Him having to gently press his fingers against her bare skin as he treated the stab wound on her abdomen. The talks they had, how they butted heads, how they drifted between acquaintances and becoming friends before she ultimately became his apprentice.

And now it's all coming to an end. My time here at the fortress. Spending time with Gilbert and Albrecht. Learning about medicine alongside Gillen... I likely won't see him every again now, will I?

Letting out a deep breath, (y/n) laid down on the bed and turned to her side, gazing at the chairs before her.

Regardless of what choice I make, whether I tell Gillen how I feel or not, one thing is for sure; tomorrow morning, I am leaving Malbork Fortress. And that's all there is to it. Come to think of it, did I really, truly ever have a choice in the first place? Or was I just tricking myself into thinking I did?

As she sunk into her thoughts, she felt her eyes getting heavy. As sleep ironically evaded her, a few, final thoughts trudged across her weary mind.

Perhaps I shouldn't tell Gillen I love him. It would make my departure all the more painful. And I don't know if I'm strong enough to bear it.

Gillen paced around the infirmary that evening, awaiting the dark of night. His mind was spinning, and his heart quaking. But regardless of how he felt, he knew what he had to do. Tonight would be his final and only chance. He couldn't waste it. When he looked out the window and saw the half-moon raise high above the heavens, he stopped. It was time.

After getting completely dressed in his uniform and throwing on his cloak and hood, he made his way for the door, moving as silently as he could through the empty halls.

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Guysssss It's gonna get gooooooooooooooood! As always, let me know your thoughts!

[pathetic-gamer]

Mr. Gamer, how do you host cocktail parties? Or parties in general?

Once I have a bigger place (and friends ._.) I really want to have parties and host activities and just DO things but I'm also a chronic overthinker and do better with some sort of script, you know? So what makes a good host and a good party?

beloved i am so humbled that you asked 🙏

I'm multiple years out of practice, so I do want to first direct you to the many guides by actual, real professionals that will give you really useful tips and tricks for pulling off the event. You should check those out for the heavy hitting advice.

In my own experience, I think one of the most important things is making your guests feel like you had them in mind from the beginning. This will show naturally through the care and attention with which you prepared, how you feed them, how you introduce them to each other - there's a great post about how to get people talking to each other and make them feel welcome that i absolutely recommend reading.

But anyway, let's talk hosting cocktail parties! This is a (not-so-quick) run-through of general expectations for both you and your guests, and well as little things to keep in mind.

The Basics

Cocktail parties are for 10-20 people with a guest list made up of a mix of your close friends and the acquaintances that you wish were your close friends. It's less intimate than a dinner party, but more conversation-friendly than a house party. They're also a great choice if you want to feel fancy~

I will say, as far as hosting and attending different types of parties goes, cocktail parties are my favorite, but theyre not exactly the easiest. They share the Come Up With A Whole Ass Menu type of stress that dinner parties do, but with more people and no structured schedule. Also, cocktail parties are on the expensive side (reckon it's the liquor for going in them cocktails what does it...).

At a cocktail party, the host will have less time to socialize, because they will be busy keeping track of food and drinks. In a surprise to no one who knows me irl, I'm not actually all that social, so this is honestly preferable to me. The reason I like hosting cocktail parties is that they allow me to give the people I invited an environment to spend time with each other and feel special.

If you want something similarly calm but with less stress and more freedom for you, the host, to socialize, you could always go for a fancy-ified potluck type of thing! That's always going to be more casual, but it can still be nice :) If you choose to do that, just clean your house, give some guidance on what kinds of food to bring, and make sure you have enough chairs. People will have a lovely time.

Picking a Date and Time

Set a 3 hour window for the event. Guests will come and go as they please, but you can expect most people to stay for between 1 and 2 hours. Traditionally, cocktail hour (note that thats "hour," singular) was before dinner, but after-dinner cocktail parties are common nowadays. Make sure it doesnt completely cover the range of 5pm to 7pm - some overlap is to be expected, but there needs to be at least some amount of time for your guests to have dinner, since you wont be serving a full meal.

That being said, you also don't want it to go too late into the evening both because it gets tiring and because you don't want people getting shitfaced, and a late party implies more drinking. (Yes, I'm aware that cocktails are the point, but there's a difference between "come over and drink with us until 11pm on Friday" and "come over on Saturday for exactly two drinks and be out of my house by 9." youre just gonna have to trust me on this.) There are other ways to discourage getting drunk - more on this later.

Send invitations at least three weeks in advance, and request RSVPs. Follow up with people who haven't responded by one week out from the party date. Be straightforward- you're not being pushy, you have to know how many people to prepare for! People are going to understand that. A basic follow-up script is something like "Hey, [Name]! Will you [and Plus One if relevant] be able to make it on Saturday? I'm trying to figure out how much food to make."

My ideal cocktail party is on a Saturday evening from 6:30 to 9. If I'm the one hosting, a Saturday gives me more time to prepare than a Friday would, and as either host OR guest, I appreciate having Sunday to recover.

Themes

Not required. Sometimes fun, sometimes unexpectedly restrictive. It can be helpful for guests to know the vibes ahead of time, like what to wear or bring to share, but it can also put unnecessary pressure on the host to come up with some clever way to tie it in with the food and drinks.

If your party is celebrating a specific holiday, however, then you have a default theme already and you should acknowledge that. If, for example, I were hosting a cocktail party on August 1st to celebrate All Southern Hemisphere Horses' Birthdays, I'd want to make sure I'm observing the occasion with nods to things horses in the southern hemisphere are known to like - the obvious examples are Julio Cortázar or liberation theology as understood by Leonardo Boff, but there's no need to be reductive.

Menu and Drinks

Guests will probably know not to expect dinner, but you still need to feed them. Ask about dietary preferences and allergies when you request the RSVPs. Even if no one says they have an allergy, avoid serving peanuts and shellfish. This isn't a hard and fast rule, I just like the extra insurance (and also happen to have a shrimp allergy).

Don't have too complicated of a menu, and only serve one or two things you actually have to cook - everything else should be stuff that's either pre-made or easily assembled. This for your own sanity.

Pick things that are small and easy to eat while standing or walking. If you're setting out a cheese platter, make sure you have multiple knives and enough bread and crackers. Pre-slice any cured meats and any cheeses harder than a medium cheddar, but you can leave soft things untouched.

Believe it or not, cocktails are the centerpiece of a cocktail party. Having one or two drinks pre-mixed will make things very easy. Classic and simple examples are the martini, manhattan, and negroni, but it's also cool to have a signature cocktail that's a little more fun and showy, if you have the tools and skill to make it. If you want to serve something made with tonic/soda water, obviously don't mix that part in ahead so it doesnt lose its fizz. Consider having some wine on hand, too, but dont worry too much about pairings. Also, it goes without saying, but have a nonalcoholic mocktail available, too. There are lots of recipes online. I've had some really good ones that make use of green tea, which is clever - it gives it the botanical vibe of like a really good gin.

If you're doing this in the evening and want to get even fancier, consider cutting off the cocktails towards the end of the night and breaking out some digestifs. (This is traditionally more of a dinner party thing, but unless youre hanging w the upper crust of the upper crust, no one will care about the breach in sacred social protocol.) The best vibes for fall/winter/late summer are going to come from distilled or fortified wines like cognac and sherry, bitter liqueurs, or some kind of fernet. For summer, limoncello is really fucking good and very refreshing. Extra bonus: you can make limoncello yourself :)

Keep in mind that while it's your responsibility as the host to make sure people are feeling safe socially, it's also your responsibility to keep them physically safe. Keep an eye on how much people are drinking. Be willing to cut people off or help call rides. Make sure people have designated drivers, and don't let the designated drivers have more than like one drink.

Vibes!!!!

Music should be loud enough that people with approximately average hearing won't be straining to hear it, but not so loud that it can overpower low voices. Personally, I always prefer when the music is something that doesn't have lyrics bc lyrics can make it harder to concentrate on a conversation, but that's a personal preference. The exception is Ireland's very own beloved 90s band The Cranberries. I don't know why, it just is.

Table and floor lamps are great for lighting - it keeps things more grounded and personal and isn't too dim. If you want to use candles, be careful with scents. Similarly, if you typically use oil diffusers or air fresheners in your house, consider moving them to a side room or turning them off during the party.

Also, consider the season (beyond just putting up twinkle lights and serving gingerbread in winter). In the fall or winter, a party starting after 6:30 but ending around 9 is going to feel really cozy and intimate and will probably last the whole time. If anything, things will pick up a little later. Putting out some kind of card game for low-energy communal entertainment will be appreciated in the last hour. In the spring and summer, on the other hand, a party at the same time will feel more casual, and people may start to leave once it's getting dark. (There are cases where this doesn't apply, such as if it's June in Finland.)

Details like how you arrange furniture in the space will make a difference, even if people don't notice it outright. Having a gathering of close friends? Just make sure there are enough seats for everyone in the same communal area, and you're set! If, on the other hand, you're bringing together people who don't know each other very well, setting up your space to encourage congregating in a few smaller areas instead of one large one might make it easier for people to have conversations comfortably - it's easier to get to know one or two people than 10 people at once.

Never invite more people than can safely fit into the place where the party is happening, but don't expect everyone you invite to be able to come. Have enough seats for people, but be aware that cocktail parties are for mingling, so it's important that there's room to move around freely.

How to Discourage Drinking Too Much

There are a handful of things you can do to gently suggest your guests keep their shit together:

Pre-mixed cocktails will control how strong the drinks are. Make sure water is easily available such as by placing multiple pitchers in the main room so people don't have to go out of their way to find it. Put the snacks front and center and start serving the food before the cocktails (food of any kind helps your body process alcohol more quickly). Don't schedule it to go too late into the evening. Cut off the liquor a little while before the party is scheduled to end - you can offer low alcohol content wine or beer as an alternative as it gets later. Don't have the party close to a big partying holiday like Halloween, NYE, or, if you're usamerican, the 4th of July.

Something to note: Digestifs are really high in alcohol content, so they'll seem counter-intuitive if you're trying to reduce consumption later in the evening. Keep in mind that they're often served in a very small amounts (the correct serving of Underberg, a popular kräutorlikör, is only 20ml, which is less than an ounce), but if you want to be extra cautious, you could try a low-ABV amaro, like amaro montenegro.

Other Random Stuff

You can use paper plates. No one will judge you.

You don't have to serve the cocktails in their most traditional glasses. Again, no one but the unethically wealthy will judge you.

Martini glasses are really easy to spill out of - watch out if you have carpet.

Clean your house really well beforehand. Yes, it's partly to make a good impression, but also it's WAY easier to clean up after the party if the space was already clean.

If you have cats or dogs, do your best to clear out any fur while you're cleaning, for the sake of removing allergens. You can always use a vacuum, but also if you put on a rubber glove and just swipe your hand firmly across the upholstery, it'll be surprisingly effective.

In preparing for the party, your guests will almost definitely look up tips on what they're supposed to bring to a cocktail party, and every website will tell them to bring bread or wine. They'll either bring one of those things, or they'll decide to be ~original~ and bring a cheese platter. They also may ask you directly what you'd like them to bring, so consider having some ideas of things that would add to your spread but wouldn't have a marked absence if you didn't have them - seasonal fruit, extra crackers, idk.

You're going to run out of ice.

[lagingersnapz]

Some Rain Must Fall - (Fallout Fic) Chapter 2: What's In A Name

Chapter: 2/?

In the past, Lucy sees the Ghoul for the first time in Filly.

Then, in the present, while travelling and trying to come up with a name for her new companion, Lucy and the Ghoul come across their first obstacle.

Characters: Lucy MacLean/Cooper Howard(The Ghoul), Dogmeat(CX-404), Original Characters

Word Count: 3687

Warnings: Violence, Swearing

Author's Note: I've decided to post a chapter a day until I am caught up to what is posted on Ao3, because I don't wanna spam the tags with 15 chapters of my fic right in a row, so if you want to read more than what I have on here, you can hop over to Ao3 and pick it up there. I try and post weekly new chapters there, so once I am caught up here it'll likely be the same schedule. No alpha or beta readers ever. We fly by the seat of our pants, for better or worse. And each chapter for the first 10 chapters is going to cover an interaction of Lucy and Cooper from the show at the start.

ALSO! An important note, I am going to name the sheriff from The Man From Deadhorse in this chapter. I looked around and didn't see an official name anywhere, so I took two famous Old West sheriff names and mashed them together because why not.

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Lucy’s face burned as she stood outside the doorway of Ma June’s Sundries. As soon as she had started to say that the mission of the Vaults was to save America, she had known she said the wrong thing. It sounded weak even to herself now that she had seen the surface, even in this limited capacity. Yet the hostility that had fallen over Ma June had still taken Lucy by surprise.

At the sound of barking she looked up and almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing in front of her. It was the same man and his dog that had showed up at her campsite before, warning her to go back to the Vault.

“You again, Miss?” His voice was soft. He didn’t sound surprised to see her, so much as disappointed. “Really think you should go home. You are not safe here.”

Lucy found herself nodding with a sigh. “That’s what people keep telling me.” She shrugged helplessly, looking back at the man’s stern but tired expression. “No one understands my situation.”

“You come from Vault 33,” he said, hardly missing a beat. “Your primary crop is corn.” He glanced up and away as though searching his memory for the information, and Lucy was too stunned to respond. “You have a Telesonic projector on your farm. It loops images of the Nebraskan countryside. You’ve been brought up in a meritocracy, where people pride themselves on doing the right thing.” He gave a quick glance around. “I think I know enough to know you need to go home.” His eyebrows rose in emphasis of his last statement.

Lucy’s mouth had fallen slightly open in shock as he spoke, her eyebrows pulled down in confusion. She stepped closer. “Who are you? And how do you know so much-?”

“Hey.” The voice of the woman from the counter in the shop cut Lucy’s questions off, and she came walking outside to join them “You Wilzig?” She was looking at the man with the round glasses. He gazed back, looking a little nervous, nodding his head.

“Let’s get you inside,” Ma June said. Then her gaze fell on Lucy, and her voice dropped to something between a hiss and a harsh half whisper. “I told you to get the fuck out of here.” Her eyes widened a little, and she gave her head a meaningful shake, like she was appalled that Lucy could have the audacity to still be standing on her doorstep.

Lucy opened her mouth to speak, to explain that she had been leaving, but that she had met this man before, and frankly she had a lot of questions for him that she would really like him to answer. But someone else spoke up first.

“Wilzig?”

All three of them turned to the source of the voice, a man, standing from a rocking chair on the other side of the market. Smoke from a nearby food stall drifted across the open space, obscuring him as he started to walk towards them. His steps were slow, almost lazy. He seemed relaxed, like nothing concerned him but the man in the round glasses standing in front of Ma June’s Sundries.

A hush fell over the market, and tension lanced through Lucy. All around the place people were whispering, and some even got up, gathering their tattered and rusted possessions and scuttling away to hide somewhere. As the man got closer, past the smoke, Lucy got a proper look at him, even if she couldn’t quite believe what it was she was seeing. 

Growing up, her father had taught her that first impressions were extremely important, and this man certainly left an impression, though maybe not a good one. His skin looked strange, the texture appeared almost burned, and was almost the color of a sunburn as well. His eyes were severely sunken into his skull, on top of that he didn’t appear to have a nose. Lucy knew staring was rude, but it was hard to tear her eyes away from that particular feature… Or perhaps lack of a feature.

The leather duster that he wore looked practically ancient, the ends of it tattered entirely beyond repair. A bandolier crossed over a leather vest on his torso; leather gloves on his hands, and he wore an old cowboy hat on his head, which looked like it might be bald. The entire ensemble looked filthy, and he had a gun strapped to his back, as well as at least one on his hip.

“Now, you wouldn’t happen to be a doctor, would ya?” His voice carried over to them as a thick, southern drawl. He both looked and sounded like some sort of Old West bandit straight out of the movies she had watched with her dad. “‘Cause I happen to be lookin’ fer one.”

Ma June stepped forward. “You know your kind ain’t welcome here.”

“Well,” the noseless man said, drawing the word out for a moment, “maybe not.” He tilted his head back and the ridge of his brow rose. “But I’m gonna make myself welcome.” He turned his head and his voice rose, addressing the rest of the market. “Now, last night a bounty came in through all six agencies!” He looked back at Ma June, but quickly focused on the man behind her.

“A hefty price,” he went on. “On the head of a man that fits the description of that fella right,” he pointed at Wilzig, “there.”

Lucy’s hand inched towards the handle of her gun. She might have been new to the surface, but she could sense that something was about to happen. She wasn’t, strictly speaking, involved yet, but there was no telling what the noseless man might do. Wilzig hadn’t spoken the entire time. He looked afraid, and she felt her stomach clench a little at the sight. He had seemed so confident out in the Wasteland before, but the noseless man had him spooked.

“Now, I may not know much,” the man continued in his thick accent, “but I do know a bidding war when I see one.”

“Maybe,” Ma June said. “But I’ve been paid a whole lotta caps to provide this man safe transport out of Filly.”

The words had barely finished leaving her mouth when the noseless man’s gun appeared in his hand, quick as a snake bite, and he fired a shot at Wilzig, who’s left leg just above the ankle exploded in a mist of blood and bone bits, taking his entire foot off.

Lucy’s jaw dropped and she stumbled backwards, away from the gory mess as Wilzig let out a wail, and Ma June dove to the ground behind a pair of metal oil drums.

A grin spread across the noseless man’s face. “Change of plans, I guess.”

Lucy’s heart hammered in her ears as she looked back at the man, trying to comprehend how the situation had gotten out of control so quickly.

“I got a thousand bottle caps for whoever kills that fucker!” Ma June screamed from her place behind the oil drums. Lucy didn’t know where she had been keeping her rifle, but it was in the woman’s hands now, and she was clearly gearing up to use it. “But you don’t get shit if I kill him first!”

Wilzig was sitting on the wooden boards of the walkway outside the shop, his mouth gaping open as he groaned and grabbed at his now missing foot. People started running around the edge of the marketplace. Some were scattering to leave, but others were clearly trying to find better strategically placed spots to shoot from.

The noseless man smiled wider, looking very much like he was enjoying the direction the situation had taken, and he raised one arm, his gun still clutched in his hand. He turned slowly, looking over the people that were assembling, waiting for one to make a move. When nobody did right away, he let his arm fall again, taking a few steps as he continued to look around. His smile remained tacked on his face.

Across the marketplace, someone finally raised their gun, but before they could fire so much as a shot, the noseless man had his weapon up again and he pulled the trigger. The bullet slammed right through the body of the unfortunate combatant, hit the shack behind them, and promptly exploded, sending splinters flying and knocking their companion off of their feet.

Spinning on her heel, Lucy charged back into the shop, while behind her the sounds of gunfire continued. It seemed a little rude to use the gunfight as a distraction, but there had been something in the book at the counter that Ma June hadn’t wanted her to see, and now seemed as good a time as any to try and sneak a peek. Her dad was depending on her.

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Curiosity burned in Lucy’s chest. Back in the dilapidated clinic in what had felt like a lifetime ago, Roger had asked how long it had been since the Ghoul had started ‘Wastelanding.’ The Ghoul had said that it had been a long time. And at the observatory he had told her father he had waited 200 years to ask someone where his family was.

How could it be possible that he had been walking the planet for over 200 years, honing his craft and his instincts? She had asked him how he lived the way he did and why he kept going. Lucy couldn’t have imagined at the time how long he had actually been going for. But the answer was obvious now. Family. He was looking for his family. Lucy didn’t know exactly what that meant, but the Ghoul had said something about how her dad had once picked up the Ghoul’s wife’s drycleaning, so it was safe to assume that he was looking for at least a wife. Did he have children? Siblings? Did he have a dad out there somewhere?

What had his wife done that she earned enough for someone to do chores like that for her? And that it was her father… She rolled his comment about if her dad had wanted another autograph over in her mind. Whose autograph? She couldn’t imagine who the Ghoul could be that her dad would want an autograph, so maybe it was for someone else? And then, of course, he had quoted the movie The Man From Deadhorse. Lucy knew that movie well enough to recognize a line from it. It was her dad’s favorite movie, and he watched it all the time. Lucy could almost quote it by heart simply from having heard it playing all the time in their housing unit. The most obvious answer was that the Ghoul had something to do with those movies.

This brought the issue of his name back to the front of her mind. He claimed he no longer had a name, and had given her free rein to give him one herself. Not only that, but the dog couldn’t stay just ‘the dog’ in her head forever. But what name might fit? It had never been Lucy’s job to name anyone before, and it was turning out to be a lot more difficult than she had anticipated.

“Wyatt,” Lucy said out loud, testing the name on her tongue.

The Ghoul cast a look over his shoulder, but didn’t stop walking. “Who?”

The morning had come and gone almost entirely in silence, and the afternoon brought an oddly muggy heat as the two of them passed by some sort of marsh. Lucy had been continuing to try and keep her mind off of the miserable conditions, the betrayal of her father, and the loss from leaving Max behind by focusing on the issue of the Ghoul and a name for him.

She shrugged her shoulders and offered a smile to his back, as he was already facing straight ahead again. “That’s gonna be your new name. Wyatt. You know, like the sheriff from The Man From Deadhorse? Wyatt Hickok? You quoted it to my dad back at the observatory.”

Now the Ghoul did stop, and he turned back to stare at her, though his expression didn’t tell her what he might be thinking about, face shadowed by the brim of his hat.

“My dad watched that movie all the time,” Lucy went on. “He was a big fan of the actor who played the sheriff, Cooper Howard.” Lucy cocked her head to the side. She had stopped as well, close enough to the Ghoul that she could really study his expressions. “Did you know him at all? I mean, like, did you get my dad an autograph from him or something? You mentioned… an, uh, autograph.” The sentence had started out strong, but she watched the Ghoul’s face darken a little, and the ridge of his brows clearly showed that if he had eyebrows they would be drawn down, his lips twisting into a sneer, she felt her voice falter a tiny bit.

For a moment he was silent, staring at her like he always seemed to, as though he was trying to decide if she was worth keeping around anymore. “Yeah, I knew him. Real people-pleaser. Damn annoying. Reminds me of someone else I know, come to think of it.” His sneer turned into a scowl.

Lucy huffed, not wanting to be cowed by his intimidation attempt. “You’re the one that told me to pick a name for you. I picked. Deal with it.”

“Oh, I’ll deal with it,” the Ghoul snapped, taking another step closer to her. Lucy wanted to put her hand on her gun, but that would hardly do for de-escalation of the situation, which she wasn’t really sure how she had gotten herself into in the first place. He had been the one to tell her to make something up to call him, after all. She waited for him to do something more than crowd her space, but he simply stood there, glowering at her for a moment, before glancing off to the side, his eyes narrowed.

The hair on the back of Lucy’s neck stood on end and a shiver ran down her spine. The overwhelming sensation of being watched draped itself over her like a thick, stifling blanket. Although she couldn’t see or hear anything out there, the Ghoul clearly had.

“What-?”

A sharp gesture from the Ghoul cut her question off before it could fully form and she looked around to see what had him spooked. The dog stood still as well, sensing her master’s unease, and her ears swiveled around to try and catch the source. Lucy still didn’t see anything.

The three of them stood in silence, waiting and listening, until suddenly the Ghoul lunged for her and knocked her off of her feet. At the same time, several gunshots rang out. Lucy had a flashback to when the Ghoul had tried to shoot her back in Filly, and Max had tackled her through a wall to save her.

They landed heavily, and Lucy felt the air go out of her lungs, but the Ghoul didn’t give her a chance to recover, hauling her onto her knees and forward across the soggy ground until they were half sheltered against a wall of stone that may have once been part of a building.

The Ghoul’s hat had fallen off and when he picked it up they both spotted a hole in the brim.

“Well, now they’ve gone and pissed me off,” he growled, drawing his gun. The dog had followed the pair closely, and was pressed into the little alcove by the wall next to Lucy, but her hackles were raised and she looked ready to charge out there in defense of them both. “Stay,” the Ghoul said, and with frustration Lucy realized she couldn’t tell if the command was directed at her or the dog. She opened her mouth to protest when he held up his free hand to cut her off.

“The third rule, Vaultie. What I say, when I say it.” Then he turned, putting his hat back on and slinking around the edge of the wall as quietly as he could. The sounds of gunfire had died down almost immediately after he had tackled her, but Lucy still strained for a sign that anything might be out there.

Logic suggested it must be people of some sort, since animals didn’t use guns as far as she knew, though the surface was just wild enough that she didn’t think she would be all that surprised at this point if Bigfoot came charging out of the swamp at her waving around a machine gun. It could have also been a robot.

Something crunched not far away, and the dog let out a small growl and hunched down, preparing to leap at something. Lucy drew her gun and switched off the safety, though she didn’t put her finger on the trigger yet, as she didn’t know what she might be shooting at. A nearby bush rustled, and she aimed the gun.

“I ask that you come out with your hands up, or I will be compelled to use force.” Lucy did her best to sound commanding. The bush rustled again, and a small form stepped forward. Whatever Lucy had been expecting, it wasn’t this. The child was young, though it was hard to gauge their age, or gender for that matter, since they were also clearly malnourished. Gripped in their little hands was an entirely too large gun, and it was aimed right at Lucy.

“Hello there,” Lucy said in a much softer tone when the child didn’t immediately shoot her. “Um, look, I’m not going to hurt you, so could you maybe not hurt me?” She held up her hands so her gun wasn’t pointed at the child anymore. “See?”

The kid was struggling to see her through thick, unkempt hair that would have certainly been blonde if not for the amounts of dirt in it. Their arms shook with the effort of holding up the gun, and Lucy saw the determination on their face falter for just a second.

“You ain’t come to take what’s ours?” they asked.

Lucy's smile brightened and she shook her head. “Nope! Look, I’ll put my gun away and you can put away yours and we can just talk. I’m just traveling through with my friend. We thought someone was trying to kill us,” she explained as she put the safety back on her weapon. After a second of hesitation the child did the same, and at Lucy’s side the dog relaxed her aggressive stance, her tongue lolling out.

“That the ghoul in the hat?” the kid asked.

Lucy nodded. “Yeah. Hey, you look tired. Want anything to drink?” She was doing her best to move closer to the kid. The Ghoul was out there somewhere, and Lucy doubted the kid was alone. “You have anyone out there taking care of you?” She took a few slow steps towards the kid and was gratified to see they didn’t move away from her, though their little eyes narrowed a bit, and they raised one hand to swipe the hair from their forehead

“I don’t gotta tell you nothin’,” the kid said, and Lucy smiled again.

“Don’t talk to strangers is a very smart thing to know,” she conceded as she moved a little closer. On the rocks above them, she heard the click of a hammer drawing back, and felt her stomach turn to stone. Without thinking, Lucy jumped forward, throwing herself in front of the kid the same way the Ghoul had done to her only minutes before, and she felt something slam into her side.

The little kid gasped sharply but dropped the gun as Lucy pushed them out of the way of the bullet, and a string of curses rained down on them both. The dog started barking frantically and bounced around at Lucy’s side.

“Gosh damn it,” she hissed out, sitting up and looking behind her. Sure enough, the Ghoul was descending from the rocky wall above, his gun still in his hand. The kid was frantically searching for their weapon, but the Ghoul must have seen where it dropped, because he stooped down to snatch it up first.

“Of all the harebrained, stupid things to do in this world, jumping in front of a bullet has to be pretty high on the list of things one should normally like to avoid, Vaultie.”

“You were gonna shoot a kid!” Lucy snapped back, her hand on her side as she stared down the Ghoul. She had pushed herself up to her knees, and her hand was pressed hard to her side, but she could practically feel her heartbeat pulsing blood through her fingers.

“Was gonna shoot the gun out of her hand,” the Ghoul growled, and he stooped down to pull her hand away from her side and look at the wound. Lucy knew that he might be lying to her, but the rush of relief she felt at him telling her he had not been about to murder a child made her head light. Or perhaps that was the blood loss.

“Maybe I’ll call you Joey, after the villain from that movie, instead of naming you after the sheriff,” Lucy said, trying to make a joke.

“Maybe I’ll call you Hazard, because all you seem to be is a walkin’ one,” the Ghoul replied, putting her hand back on her wound so he could dig through his saddlebags. “Sonofabitch,” he snarled, and the sentence came out smashed together into a single word. “I don’t think we have any stimpaks. Don’t normally need ‘em, Ms. Hazard.”

“We do.”

The voice came from right behind Lucy, and she turned to find herself staring down the barrel of a gun. She hadn’t even heard anyone coming. The child from before was standing at the side of the man who had appeared out of nowhere, staring up at him.

“If ya can think of a reason for me not to blow ya’ll’s brains out, speak now or f’rever hold yer peace.”

[thefunniestturtlepurple]

Hey, I really like that headcannon of yours with a deaf Donnie.

Would it be ok if I put it into a new fic I'm writing as a base?

I'd like to make a small change or two, like how instead of going deaf later, he was always deaf.

But I feel like this is ultimately your choice because you're the one who thought of this.

Also, as a side note, my mom was actually born mostly deaf.

She had lots of surgeries when she was little to correct that though.

Nowadays she can hear, but she still has trouble.

Like she can hear better out of one ear than the other.

And when talking, you have to speak clearly and face her, that way she can read your lips.

If there's too loud of a background noise, she basically won't be able to hear you at all and will rely even more on her lip-reading abilities.

When watching TV, she can't "hear" the show/movie without subtitles.

And if you cover up the subtitles by blocking their view, she'll often say, "I can't hear the show/movie because you're blocking the subtitles."

People who are deaf, also walk differently. They will end up pointing the front of (the foot, or their toes.) their feet towards each other.

And while her parents worked hard with her to get her to walk normally, she'll often start walking like this if she's really tired.

Another thing that happens, is you'll have a normal (in volume) conversion and be right next to her, and she'll still have trouble hearing you.

But then you could be five feet apart and whisper some random thing so quietly that even you can barely hear yourself, and she'll just end up responding to that random thing you had just said.

Also, no.

She does not wear hearing aids.

So all of this is just normal day-to-day life without any help from hearing aids.

And I'm pretty sure this is a personal choice.

I'm not sure if you have to love a certain amount of hearing to qualify for hearing aids, or if you could just get them without needing to qualify.

But if you did need to qualify for hearing aids, then I'm pretty sure my mom would fall under the qualifications to get them.

And personally, I never asked her why she never had hearing aids.

It's possible that they just don't work for her, she doesn't like the way they feel on her and doesn't want them on her, just can't afford them, just didn’t feel the need to get them, or just some other reason.

I should ask her about that.

Of course, each experience is different depending on the person and how deaf they are.

But this is the (personal and physical) experience I have when interacting with someone who is deaf. (Or partly deaf.)

And I would put this information, along with more researched information, into the headcannon. (If I get your permission, of course.)

And if you would like, you may use the (my own experience) information that I have given you, to work with your own HC. (Whether or not you agree to my request. You are free to the info I have given you.)

Sorry for the rant.

I had said (or typed, I guess.) a lot considering I only came to ask a small question.

Oh Autism and ADHD, I love ye so much.

I'm also being serious and sarcastic about that.

Like I'm not ashamed of my Autism and ADHD. (Or my OCD and skin sensory disorder.)

But they can make life difficult at times.

But oh boy! Do they make life so interesting!

...

And here I am, starting to rant again, after just apologizing for ranting!

And you know damn well that I could keep going! (Because I'm doing that shit right now.)

But I will stop myself from going any further and hit that fucking ask button!

(And yet, after saying that, I added another wall of text to the paragraphs up above.)

[[HAHA! IT'S OK!! I LIKE THE RANT!

I'm glad your mom is still independent even with the hearing troubles. And reading lips is so cool!! My father taught me to read lips when I was younger and I find it fun.

Not hearing a show/movie without subtitles is so relatable. I've always watched EVERYTHING with subtitles on so I do that to. Not being able to hear the audio without them even though I'm not deaf or have trouble hearing.

I do have a problem with selective hearing /HJ

YES OFC YOU CAN WRITE A FIC WITH THE HEAD CANON! (I would love the link to the story when it's published-!) AND YOU FAN CHANGE IT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. not like I own it or anything (unless that's how head canons work- I mean- cuz who would want someone to steal the credit for the headcanon- oh wait- yea I see it now oops) Just give some sort of credit for the head canon I guess?? AHH I REALLY WANNA READ IT!! I bet it's gonna be awesome!!

AWW I LOVE YA TOO!!! /P /SRS

NEVER BE ASHAMED OF WHAT MAKES YOU, YOU!! thank you for the rant!! ❤❤❤❤🥳🥳🥳]]

[babygirl-riley]

Wet Thoughts*

Ghost and Fox both share the same thoughts of what other activities that they can participate together.

Warnings: SMUT, Small Violence, Mentions of Abuse, and Fluff (if you squint) If you are under 18 DO NOT read

Sparring was my favorite way to train, it showed to me that I could take on anyone close quarters. Ghost suggested it to me when he heard that I beat Soap. Soap was saying that the only reason I was able to was cause we were both tiring each other out.

However, Soap almost did pin me down but once I relaxed enough to throw him over and pin him. Ghost was interested once Soap was talking about it to him. More like venting. Ghost and I just barely started to actually talk, he made a terrible joke and it went off from there.

I was walking to go train anyways at our ‘home’ base. When the big guy came strolling towards me. “We should spar.” His voice rang through my ears like music. The deep, musk, accent.

I raised one eyebrow. “Spar?” I repeated.

He just nodded his head. I sighed and followed him to the room. There wasn’t anyone there, due it also being late at night. I preferred going at night, less people, more options. We both headed to the mat I took my sweater off leaving me in my tank top, jeans, and boots. Ghost stayed in his clothes he wore; long sleeve, skull mask, boots and jeans.

“Any rules?” I asked stepping to one side while he stood across from me.

“Nope.” He responded his eyes not changing emotion.

I glared for a moment before smirking. “We can play dirty then?”

His eyes changed expression for a small moment before he shrugged. “The enemy never plays clean Lieutenant.”

I shrugged back. “Alright.” Then I swung my arm connecting it to his side.

He grunted before swinging as well hitting my forearm due to me blocking. He swung his other arm hitting my side. I winced a bit lifting my leg to hit his calf, he didn’t budge. So I backed up, I was little out of breath when it seemed like Ghost wasn’t at all.

“Had enough love?” He said normally.

Bastard. I chuckled lowly, taking note that he just called me love. “Oh no you?”

Ghost shook his head before lunging at me. I moved to the side and elbowed him on the shoulder. I am a bit faster due to being smaller less bulky. Ghost turned quickly as I lift my leg up to hit his face but missed as he pushed it aside with his arm.

We went at it for a while, it seemed forever until I did one last kick before he grabbed it, swinging me down, and pinned me. I was able to escape a couple of times but this time his pelvis pinned against mine. His face closer to mine, I could feel his faint breath on my face sending chills down my spine. His hands pinning mine.

I noticed how beautiful his eyes are, the amber brown looking into mine. Thoughts travelled in the dark gutter places. I thought of how our breathing could be out of breath from different activity with less clothes. I felt my hips move a bit, maybe it was accidental, maybe it wasn’t. But he froze.

…………………………………………………………………

Ghost was finally able to pin her down, once they both hit the mat he made sure there was no way she could squirm out. When his eyes locked with hers that same feeling that he felt when she would laugh, talk, or even cheer. Like his heart skips every other beat.

He never noticed what color her eyes were, they had that green on the outside while that light brown was around the pupil. It reminded of him of his mothers caramel apples. She used to make them but stopped after his dad would throw them around calling her a stupid bitch or worthless shit. However, after Ghost kicked his dad out she made them once more. His brother and him loved them, eventually his nephew would have too.

He subconsciously shook his head when Fox was staring back, he was panting and so was she. Her face flushed with red tint. Ghost thought of other ways to have her panting…moaning…No. He saw the sweat coming off her head and hitting the mat. He wondered where else she was sweating, her breast…Enough.

Then she rolled her hips and he froze. Did she do it on purpose? Accident? He didn’t know all he knew was the flooding of positions he would have her right now. Ghost shot up, making sure she felt the light grip of her hip. “It’s late.”

Fox just nodded and started to get up. “Yeah I should go shower before hitting the hay.”

Ghost imagined the way her naked body would be underneath the water…underneath him. He felt his cock twitch just thinking about it. Stop. “Night.” He said walking quickly out.

He needed privacy, Ghost, like other men, masterbates but that was rarely. Usually after missions when they were able to go on leave, he would (rarely as well) find a girl to hook up with at the bar. Fuck and leave. He never felt the need to go release after a spar with a woman, he has sparred with many.

Ghost got to his quarters with no issues, no privates asking dumb questions or even Soap. He sighed as he paced he needed to think of other things. Ghost felt disgusted about thinking of a teammate that way. The way he would fuck her, having his cock inside of her. How he would lift her legs up next to her face having her scream for him. He would leave marks letting all the men here that she was his. His only. Ghost wondered what she would taste like. Feel like. Sound like.

He groaned quietly to himself. Bloody hell Simon get a grip. Ghost felt the want to release, his cock was hard, and begging to be out. Ghost sighed sitting on his bed, pulling out his dick. He spat on his hand before gripping, he let out a sigh.

Just this once. Just tonight.

……………………………………………………………

I walked into the showers, I felt the small grip on that he left on my hip. He knew I lifted my hips up to his. I started the shower undressing, I walked into the water. His breathing was heavy, his shoulder tense. God how I would love to see them bare.

I thought about how he could be in here right now. Fuck me against the wall of the shower. How his breathing would turn to moans when his dick would be in my mou…No that is your teammate. I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair. I inhaled deeply, feeling my pussy begging to be touched. I wonder how his fingers would feeling inside my pussy, on my thighs, my breasts.

How I would wrap my legs around him as he pounded into me. He was a big guy, I couldn’t imagine what his dick would be like. Him moaning my name as we were getting closer for release. The biting on his shoulders or scratching down his back to release an euphoric pleasure.

My hands roamed down to my clit and I did a tiny circle. The shock of pleasure going through my stomach. I bit my lip before continuing. Just tonight. Just this once.

[devisrina]

(I have no idea if you've answered this b4) Who's ur fav? Benvi, Bela-Eric, or Danny/Mindy (Ryan/Kelly is not an option)?

Hello Anon! I actually have not answered this before. So I might have to describe each ship, so I can give you the gist of which is my favourite.

To be straightforward- My favourite is Bela Malhotra and Eric Miller.

And Because I love talking about these ships, I'm going to give you the rundown of how I view each ship and if I like them or not.

(SIDE NOTE: This is going to become a long post.)

Danny and Mindy - THEY ARE AN ABSOLUTE NO FOR ME. I have never liked them one bit. He was alright in season 1, and I did sort of see the potential. But if I'm being honest, I preferred Josh, Casey, Sam, and even Brendan Delaurier over that misogynistic dickhead.

And in season 2 of TMP, I preferred Cliff Gilbert Over any other love interest she had in that show. He was smart, sweet, and had nice banter with her. He genuinely had an interest in her. And it pissed me off so much how they ruined his character to make DANNY of all people seem to like her better match.

And believe it or not, it got worse. DANNY LITERALLY SA'd her in season 3 episode 4. And this issue got 'resolved' by him explaining to her that he was insecure about his experience and wanted to try it out. LIKE BITCH DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO COMMUNICATE, WITH words? He literally made her feel bad for something that he did when he violated her.

Ben and Devi - They are pretty neutral to me. I don't actually dislike them, nor do I love them. If you asked me in season 1 if I was either Team Ben or Team Paxton, I would've 100% said, Team Ben.

But now, I kind of just think that they kept fucking with their storyline. I got tired of the fact that we didn't even really see them date and how they would be in a relationship. I genuinely don't think that they would be toxic, they were really cute in season 4. But another thing that annoyed me quite a lot was the lack of communication, and the fact that Eleanor and Fabiola kind of push her away from ever really expressing to Ben how much she likes him. Like, Ben wants Devi to be open about her feelings, it really doesn't matter if she comes off looking uncool or not.

Also, I kind of liked how realistic Ben was in season 1 in comparison to how he is in the other seasons. In season 1, he was kind of like a mixture of himself and Ethan in the way he would respond to Devi. Like the way, he was just kind of chill and more grounded. they just made him super cocky in seasons 2 and 3 and then tried to give him growth beyond that. It was clear he kind of held a bit of resentment towards her after she broke his heart. I just wish that they quit trying to hit the replay button with them. They could've had more scenes together.

Bela and Eric - They are my favourites! They are the vibes, and like Quinn from Kappa says, "We have to preserve the vibes."

And I love to proclaim myself as one of the people who defended Eric even before season 2. I just thought he was capable of growing and changing. And I love how chill and unfazed he is by Bela, he sort of just accepts her for who she is. I love it so fucking much. It's not cringe, and it's very natural in comparison to Ben and Devi. I just see Bela and Eric as their ages and the writing team does a good job of connecting them to college life.

Because with Devi, you can kind of see when 'Mindy Kaling Dialogue' is set for her. And I wince every time I have to hear something along the lines of that. But with Bela, because the actress who plays her has this charisma where she doesn't really care what other people say, it just works. I know, Bela is insecure when it comes to how people view her, whether it is with her comedy writing, boys, making friends etc. The actress doesn't get enough credit for her variety and range.

Just to disclose, I am a Bela supporter. I think the fandom is too rude towards her, the fact that some of them even compare her to Ryan is truly gross to me. I don't like that she cheated on Eric, but it also kind of bothers me to see how many people were quick to dislike her. Especially since everything Eric says kind of gets swept under the rug the minute Bela does something shitty. And let's be honest, people love the 360 development of the 'asshole who is not so much of an asshole' and it happened with Eric. He literally heard her tell him that she was being ordered around by the comedian, and he just swivels in and takes the opportunity. Bela is not Innocent, what she did was horrible, and while the thing he did was not as wrong, it was still a shitty move. I've seen people dislike Bela since season 1, people will just jump at the chance to dislike her. And she got assaulted last season, and people overlook that because the narrative doesn't lead us into it. Like yes, the show is kind of shit when it comes to following up on major plot points, like with Whitney literally being Gr**med. But that doesn't mean that it didn't happen. It clearly affected her.

And people like to use the handjobs as a reflection of Bela always being sex-crazed. No, it just REINFORCES that she was broken even before college. She had all of this cultural pressure on her, she never had many friends, and she was nerdy and uncool. She had such a bad and negative view of herself before, so she's sadly just giving into any attention she might get even if it's bad.

And I think Eric would've been a good influence on her if they made a better choice in the way they wrote them. He warmed up to her in ep 10, he kind of just looked annoyed with her in Episode 1 of Season 2. There wasn't even any room left for subtext. After he gave her advice, and she left, he could've been seen looking at her walking away before he slowly closed the door. It could've been a parallel moment to the caution tape scene in the quad.

And the reason I loved Bela and Eric so much is that he was essentially who she would've been if she was more security with herself. Like, notice how she likes his glasses and his nerdy comedy vibe. He is the version that connects her to her old self where she was nerdy and loved comedy. Of course, she still loves comedy, but she tried to feed into that cool girl vibe. And that shows a lot about how she is with Priya. She is so insecure when she sees Priya's glow up and her jealousy of seeing how quick she got along with everyone kind of hurt her. It is wrong that she was projecting onto her, and it's not okay to be rude to people because they look nicer.

I think the most infuriating thing Bela did for me was when she was with Jorjia and ruined everything with the foxy. Evangeline and Jo were really on her side and it makes me sad that she self-sabotaged.

I do believe that Bela and Eric could get back together. But I think they need to develop a better connection as friends. Without the benefits lol.

I'm thinking that maybe they could have an encounter where they both have the same internship. At this point in time, Bela might be at another school if she did follow through with the transfer. Or she could still be in Essex, but they just don't talk to each other. Eric is mad at first and Bela doesn't blame him. Maybe there is a point where she helps him gain more exposure, and he kind of sees this as a silver lining. Like maybe she has changed. During this, Eric decides to let her in more and they have a nice friendship. He might try dating someone else for a bit, and Bela helps him navigate it because she doesn't want to be jealous or rude. I want her to go through therapy during this, so she can self-reflect. I think at some point Bela and Eric could have a moment where they almost kiss or gaze intently into each other's eyes. They kind of just brush it off, and Bela thinks everything is okay and it was a heat of the moment, thinking he didn't feel anything. But Eric wanted to kiss her. He might quit dating the girl afterwards because he realised he still has feelings for Bela. And because he's Eric, he kind of doesn't know how to deal with this, so he kind of pushes Bela away anytime they are at the internship and Bela asks him if he was okay.

And there could be a point where he almost sabotages the internship for himself and he bursts out the door. Bela could follow him out. Then she'd be like. "I have tried so hard to get on your good side. What else do you want?" It's kind of like a parallel to the summer theta party where Eric asks her what she wants.

Then he's feeling a mixture of conflict, anger, and everything above. But he knows he can't blame her. "I-I'm just mad."

And she shouts. "Why?!"

Then he's like. "Because you made end things with ____"

And she's all confused. "Why is that my fault?"

And then there is a moment of silence and the tension is thick. And she's like. "Well?"

And then he's like. "God damn it Bela-" and then he leans forward and they both know what is about to happen next when he kisses her.

It's all passionate, and then he releases for a second when they have to breathe, and they're all wide-eyed and their lips are swollen. And he says "Because she wasn't you."

And then following it, they slowly take their relationship slow. They talk to each other about their feelings, and they become an official couple this time.

So yeah, I didn't expect this to be such a long post. But yeah, thanks for the question!

[reddragon-cowboy]

Few updates to my rules section ! I hope many whom have followed me have at least glimpsed at my rules section before following because it shows how my mind works . PLEASE READ .

Semi-Selective & Private .

I prefer to interact with mutuals but if you’re interested send me a dm and we can try to work something out between muses. However, I do have the right to decline a muse - this only happens if I feel uncomfortable with the character or type of genre they belong to. Non mutuals are allowed to send asks. And even personal accounts ( non rp blogs) are allowed to as well with the anonymous option.

The highest chance of me following you back is when you have a written bio and rules page available for me to read. It’ll also help if you have a mobile navigation option that links to your information since most times I'm not able to use my computer at the moment.

Communication .

I’m highly communicative. And also as an artist who may take in a client for a commission, communication is specifically important when doing business and makes the process flow smoother & quicker for me. I also don’t like to leave people hanging in my dms and try to answer as soon as I’m able.

With that said, there are times I’ll communicate with a mun either for more info about a scene, info on their muse, etc. Yet, there have been times where I might even ask a simple question about a thread so I can make a proper reply, but the other don’t respond, even for a whole 2 weeks or more despite them interacting on the dash with other threads and the like. By that time I’ve most likely lost some or most interest in the thread ( or even their muse ) because I’ll get the impression they’re no longer interested in my muse or me as a person.

Just a warning, I can’t see us being compatible as partners if you’re not able to communicate with me. Point blank. It’s just the way of how I work as a professional business partner or even in this regard as an rp partner. I only yearn to give out a good reply that’ll satisfy my partner so I don’t make a mistake. Of course, I’ll understand if you’re busy or something happening irl that takes higher priority, but I'd appreciate it if I would be made aware in someway if that's the case.

I also can pick up if someone who used to be super friendly and excited about interacting is now giving the cold shoulder, acting not as interested anymore, or seem to deliberately ignore my dm if I send one. If there is anything wrong, just tell me if I’ve made you upset or anything. We are both adults. Or I’ll just simply unfollow and keep it moving.

I do best with partners who show a mutual interest in me and my muses, as in: talking ooc between muns, sharing ideas, putting forth effort and energy as much as a I am, blowing up my dms or asks, etc. This stimulates me and keeps my mind running due to the fact I'm always tired and lethargic. If our convos seem less enthused or one-sided, it would be difficult for me to determine if you're actually interested or not, and at this point I'd feel like a bother and feel discouraged from interacting, responding to a thread, or sending a dm - I got anxiety so yeah. I'm not too comfy with sending more than one message if the first one or second hasn't been answered cause I'd feel like a bother.

Important note

I'm also aware of the issue between male and female muses, how male muses tend to gain a lot more attention than female muses for whatever reason. I've lived through it and experienced this for many years, and it was soo bad I pretty much left the rpc community because of it. I know when someone chooses to ignore my female when she's brought up and instead focuses on my male muse instead; I'm not dumb and can see it for what it is. I try to give everyone a chance and I love oc's; the hard work people put in to create a dynamic character of their own mind to make something original and new. That's talent and skill on your part and I admire and respect the hard work you put in to create them. But I can also hope you downright don't deliberately ignore my female muse, or more if I choose to make another, or when I ever mention them. Niah is just as special to me as well as Spike, and I talk about them equally.

Following.

I don’t do follow for follow. If you’re following me with the pure intention of gaining a follow in return, you can forget it. It will further tell me you’re not sincere nor truly interested in interacting with me or my muse. In fact, I’m may not be sure why you followed me in the first place. unless you just like my muse or writing then I'm flattered ;3;

When I follow, it’s a huge indicator that shows my interest in your muse for the pure intention of interacting between muses and muns, and with that in mind, I will usually send out a message that shows my interest - I always do. 95% of the time I’m usually the first to reach out to anyone through a dm and wanting to know more about their muse and share ideas.

However, if I do choose to follow you and you don’t follow back or don’t respond to the first message I may send, I’ll get the impression you don’t want to interact with me or my muse, and will decide to unfollow after around 2 weeks has passed so I can keep my dash uncluttered. I’ll also unfollow/soft block if you don’t show interest in interacting with my muse or me at all after around 1 or 2 months. I can refollow though if you are interested.

mun ≠ muse

This really shouldn't have to be said. But whatever Spike might do or say that might cause offense to your muse doesn't imply I dislike you or agree with what he might do. I don't want to be accused thinking I hate them just because my muse might be a little mean or snarky. Spike sometimes ( depending on his mood ) can be rude, crude, wry, and say a misogynic remark- due to his past experiences of betrayal. I don't wanna sugar coat his words or filter him too much. The Spike Spiegel you see in cowboy bebop is quite similar to how I write him with just a few deviations from canon.

Shipping.

I also encourage oc x canon on this blog. I myself ship an oc and canon character on this blog, and I love to see other people do it. As well as canon x canon or self-insert x canon. It's all for fun and inspires creativity !

As for rp, it’s all about that CHEMISTRY BABy! That…oh soo sweet….slow burn of chemistry that will set the heart of this Dragon Heart to sizzle aflame. If Spike teases you a lot, he might like you, or maybe he’s teasing for the fun of it, who knows? But please don’t take it personal if Spike might not like your muse the same way. It’s fine if your muse has a crush on him, but unless you want your muse feelings hurt, don’t force it on him, for he has no problem with turning someone down. Niah is also open for shipping in a seperate verse if you're interested!

Due to Spike's past experiences, I am particularly selective with shipping Spike with other characters but might be open to it if there’s chemistry between muns (ooc) and Spike had many interactions with muse enough to know if their compatible enough.

Anyway, if you don't agree to these rules, you are allowed to unfollow ! Thank you!

[craftytragedysalad]

My thoughts on the season finale part 1 (Carlos and Gabriel's relationship)

I'll be talking about it today. Hope you don't get tired of me, but this is the way I process things, writing. Also, I am not an English native speaker, I told you all here before that I am Brazilian, and I work for a company in the US, so I know how to communicate in English, but I am not a native and I know I commit mistakes. I was really stressed out when the finale ended. I was really confused and kind of angry. I think this is normal, the 2 hours were a roller coaster of emotions and we need time to process it correctly. I know personally that I am not already okay, but I need to talk about it to start being. I am mourning the loss of Gabriel. We got to know him in season 2, so we have 2 seasons of a conflictual relationship with the character while we saw the complicated father/son relationship with Carlos.

We know that he loves his son. We know that he is proud of him, yes, in the present, because just like Gwyn, I know he will be with Carlos and Andrea, even after his passing.

But Carlos only discovered this after his death. I know people that do art (I am researching how to make gifs, to illustrate my ideas), will do a lot of them after they can process the finale by themselves, but the scene where Carlos invites Gabriel to be his best man is a great illustration of how Carlos made mistakes too. He found his father doing puzzles, that he does not know he was doing with his mother for a while now, and after that, he was offered green tea and Gabriel justified it by taking care of his own health and we can see that Carlos doesn't know it as well and he failed to reach out to his father too, because relationships are a 2-way street. I read somewhere (let me know if it was you, I'll credit the idea) that Carlos created an image of his father that could not be entirely true and unfortunately, he only discovered this when too late.

Look, Gabriel was wrong in the way he treated Carlos (Andrea too, but she was more open to making things right). I am not absolving him of his responsibilities and in the fact that he did not try to extend a hand to the son after he came out as gay and it is totally his responsibility and it has consequences too, but Carlos closed himself a little too much, as he said on his vows to TK.

I still think the show could work more on the development of their relationship but for real? I watch procedurals for a long time and rarely do they focus correctly on solving the main character's issues, we already have people complaining that ls is a first responders show that does not have emergencies (they are not wrong, I am only illustrating my thought), so they will never have time to work properly on these questions because it is not what they are supposed to do and we need to remember that not everyone overthinks things as we do on the fandom. A lot of people yesterday connected just to see the show, maybe people that even watched the entire season like us. What I am trying to say with this enormous and confused text is: I don't like Gabriel's death. For me it is an unnecessary drama, I hated they did it 5 days before the wedding because it turned that incredible moment into a sad moment, but it is how drama and procedurals usually do and I am sure that this "unsolved" murder, will lead to the Carlos' storyline in season 5 because we know him, he will not forget what happened it is not like him. I am sad, but other than that, now, that I slept a little, I can say that it was a sad finale, but a very beautiful too.

Side note: Even with all the spoilers released, I was 90% of the time surprised and it was really good, I know I'll enjoy it more the second time when I watch the episodes.

[somevirtualnolife]

Three Things

1539 words

Also on Ao3

Rating: G

Series: Tokimeki Memorial: Girls Side 2nd Kiss

Pairing: Daisy (OC) x Saeki Teru

Summary: Saeki Teru goes to a baseball game to support Mizuki's cheerleading, but it looks like he isn't the only one who notices her.

Author’s Note: I'm somewhat back! It took me a while to figure out what I originally wanted to do with the part since I wanted it to be from Saeki's point of view. The ending of course, is a bit of a cliffhanger, but that just means I have to write more, eh?

While I do joke that I like to bully him, it was more that I wanted to show off the feeling of when in the game where Daisy's stats are getting really high and all the boys start to notice you and want to take you out on dates. And of course, the moments when Daisy is walking home from a date with one boy, but then another boy spots them.

I hope you all enjoy it!

“I don’t see why you had to drag us along,” Harry huffed as he crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. “Just because you want to see your girlfriend shaking her pompoms in a miniski-OW,”

“Sorry, my elbow slipped,” Saeki Teru flashed an apologetic smile on his face. “Also, we’re just friends,”

It was true, Mizuki and Saeki had already established they weren’t in a relationship. Not… technically. Obviously, he liked her, and they hung out a bunch, but to be a couple, that would complicate things. There were just… a lot of other things going on in his personal life, about his parents and Sangosho. He’s still been having difficulties having them see just how important it was to keep working at the café. They were just…

Close.

“Seems like couple behavior to me,” Harry mumbled, rubbing his stomach.

“I have to side with Saeki-kun actually,” a bi-speckled Itaru spoke up.  “I am assuming that neither Saeki-san nor Shirogawa-san have formally agreed that they are going steady, then they are technically not a couple, even if you have gone on a few dates. There’s something freeing about that, don’t you think?”

“Going steady? Are you from the 1950s or somethin’?” the musician continued to complain.

“But doesn’t that work in your favor, Hariya?” Itaru pushed his glasses up slightly, a slight smirk on his face. “Considering Nishimoto-san and Meiko-san…”

“WHOA-HEY! That’s different!!”

“Can we please move on from this topic? I just want to watch the game,” Saeki tried not to lose his cool with the two. There were way too many other students around for him to be too snarky.

He had to admit, Harry was right about one thing. Yes, he was here to see Mizuki and support her. He had noticed that she was coming to work more tired because of the extra practices they had been doing in preparation for both their cheerleading tournaments and to cheer for Hanegasaki’s other sports teams. So, he dragged Harry and Itaru to make it seem like they were just a bunch of boys ready to support their school’s baseball team during the semi-finals (albeit maybe he should have found people that were more inclined to enjoy sports). Being the Prince of Hanegasaki, if girls from his ‘fan club’ saw him treating Mizuki with favoritism, it could cause a lot of problems for her.  

“Hey guys!” a chipper voice called out to the three boys. Sure enough, there was Mizuki, waving her yellow pompoms as she walked up toward them.

“Hey, good to see you,” Saeki responded, clearing his throat. He could hear Harry snicker quietly beside him, but he would deal with him later.

“It’s, so awesome you guys could make it. The baseball team has been working hard this year!”

“Shiba is playing today, right?” Harry asked, a big grin on his face. “Man, that guy is so awesome.”

“Yep! Katsumi-kun has probably been working the hardest, in my opinion. With him as our ace, there is no way we can lose.”

As Mizuki continued to chat with Harry and Hikami, she lowered her pompoms and placed them behind her back, Saeki got a proper look at her outfit.

Okay fine. Harry was right about two things; he certainly didn’t dislike the cheerleading uniform, especially on Mizuki. The black knee-high stockings, the cerulean blue V-neck sweater that matched the (surprisingly) short skirt...

Was it him or was it getting warmer out here?

“Kiki-sempai! We’re gonna be starting soon!”

Saeki snapped out of his thoughts, which was probably for the best. Who is Kiki?

A bubbly, pink-haired boy in one of the black oendan uniforms came skipping down across the field and wrapped his arms around Mizuki from behind in a friendly manner.

A bit too friendly.

“Sorry, I was just catching up with my friends before the game,” Mizuki replied. “Shouta, these are Itaru Hikami, Harry Kounoshin, and Teru Saeki,”

Shouta’s purple eyes looked squarely at Saeki when Mizuki mentioned his name, looking him up and down a couple of times.   

“Ehh~? So, you’re the Prince of Hanegasaki huh,” he asked before leaning his chin onto Mizuki’s shoulder. While his voice sounded curious, his facial expression said otherwise. His purple eyes narrowed slightly, a slight sneer that the rest of the boys could see.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,”

Saeki felt something on his left temple twitch as well as a flutter in his chest. “Well, that’s not a nickname I chose, I assure you.”

“Mmm, well, I guess the girls will choose any pretty boy with a tan these days, huh?”

This little punk…

“Shouta-kun! Be nice. Teru works hard, so he does deserve that title” Mizuki playfully tapped one of his arms. “He’s right though, I really should get going, but I will talk to you guys after!”

With that, Shouta let her go and they took their leave, with her waving her pompoms one last time. Saeki could hear Harry snicker, which he felt warranted another elbow to the stomach, but he would leave it for now. Whatever. He didn’t care.

It wasn’t long before the baseball team came out and Mizuki and the rest of the cheerleading squad lead the Hanegasaki students into organized cheer whenever their batters were up. She wasn’t a different person while she was up there, but it was more like, cheerleading highlighted some of her best qualities. No- no, not those qualities. More like how she was just so hardworking and through that, could motivate people as well. While the two of them often bickered, he was also aware that she had a very positive and bubbly personality. It was enough that even he found himself in the spirit of the game. He actually wanted them to win and was following along with all the cheers. You know, to a point. He still needed to keep his composure after all. People were watching.

But he did have to admit this; Mizuki was incredibly cute out there. To top everything else off from earlier, there was certainly a lot of appeal to her shaking those pompoms. He didn’t think that he’d be the type to be into such frivolous, fanservice-y antics, but well. Here he was.

Okay fine, Harry was now right about three things.  

In the 9th inning, the crowd cheered and roared in celebration when the infamous Katsumi Shiba hit a home run, winning their team the game. Hanegasaki would be going to the finals! All that work really did pay off.  

“YOO! Now that was sick. Did you see that!? Just straight out of the park!” Harry said as everyone started to make their way off of the bleachers.

“I have to admit, this was truly a remarkable experience,” Itaru added. “Seeing how they did today, statistically speaking, they most certainly have a chance to win the city-wide tournament tomorrow against Habataki,”

“Ha-ha! YES, let’s bring it to those rich-kid snobs! But first, this calls for celebration. You guys up for karaoke or something?”

“I’ll catch up with you guys later,” Saeki responded, already starting to make his way in the opposite direction of them towards the field and small stadium. “I’m just gonna see if Mizuki needs anything,”

“You hear that Itaru? If she needs anything,” the guitarist started to make kissing sounds.

Oh, how he wanted to deck that musician square in the jaw, but for now, he continued walking, making sure that no one saw the pink rising in his cheeks. He then leaned against the wall of the concrete building, waiting for her to exit from the building where everyone was changing.

He did want to congratulate Mizuki for all her hard work and see if she wanted any company walking home. Celebrations for the actual athletes weren’t until tomorrow since they needed to be fresh for tomorrow’s game, and that included the cheerleaders. You couldn’t be doing dances and being flipped into the air while exhausted after all. Plus, it was just something he had gotten into the habit of lately. Because of her busy schedule, sometimes the only time they saw each other was when he would walk her home. It wasn’t anything weird, no matter what others thought.

Finally, he spotted the curly-haired cheerleader exiting through a door. Chatting with a very tall, muscular, and (admittedly) handsome baseball player.

Laughing and smiling.

“Mou, Katsumi-kun!” Saeki heard her say in playful annoyance, a big smile on her face.

And Katsumi Shiba, known for his serious demeanor, smiled back.

There was a flutter in his chest, just like when Shouta had his arms around Mizuki. That’s when he realized, it wasn’t a flutter, but a pang. Was this… jealousy?

No, he couldn’t be. Jealous? Jealous of what? That there’s a boy in the same club as her who has no problems placing his grubby little hands like it’s nothing? That the ace of the baseball team managed to make her laugh and blush? Why should he care? It’s like Itaru said, they were not officially together. They could hang out with whomever they wanted, and even go on dates. They had agreed. They were not a couple.

And now, he was starting to regret it.

[erisxdrifter]

Mara offering Eris a space in the Dreaming City for her to give birth to her daughter. In the past few months Eris had a difficult pregnancy. Now the labor happened, Eris is having a difficult time to let out the baby, she has been sweating and in pain for hours. Mara is beside her through her labor. Eris is losing a lot of blood but the baby is born. The baby didn't cry which made them scared especially Eris. While the child is being revive Eris was also dying from blood loss so it took many efforts to save them both. They both survive. At the same time Drifter arrived at the scene, he is desperate to see them both but is in relief that they're both alive. Eris woke up hours later and held their baby. Drifter named her Luna. Eris love it. Eris also thank Mara for her help.

Hi hi, so sorry for how long this story took- this month has really been a doozy 🙃 But I hope it was worth the wait, and that you'll love your story! :)) And thank you so much for the request!

Light footsteps echoed through the quiet, long hallway, reverberating off the large crystal hewn walls and high ceiling which stood proudly, gleaming and reflecting every speck of light that hit them, their glorious colors of blue and purple shooting to the floor and across the room.

  Plants stood tall in their crystal vases, their earthy smell wafting through the room and bringing about a more welcoming air.

  Mara Sov walked beside Eris, watching her steps as they cautiously traversed across the long embroidered rug.

  "My people and I can spare one of the many rooms in the palace when the time comes for your birthing," She was saying. "It is the least we can do after all of the assistance you have offered over the years."

  "Thank you, my queen. That will be greatly appreciated." Eris responded with a small smile.

  "How have these last few months of your pregnancy effected you?" Mara asked, turning a caring eye towards Eris's tired face.

  "Poorly. It has been... difficult, to say the least. It was also quiet difficult persuading Germaine to allow me to come here alone." She smiled tiredly. "He worries much, especially as of late."

  "A perfect trait for your union, I would say." Mara smiled. "Given your history of battling risks head on."

  "Yes, I suppose so. It is... nice, having someone worry for me, but not to an excessive level."

  "I am sure it is." Mara gave a nod. "When is she due?"

  "In two weeks from today." Eris replied, unable keep the note of excitement out of her voice. Then suddenly she winced, bringing a hand up to her stomach.

  "What it is?" Mara asked, allowing her concern to show as she reached out to touch Eris's arm.

  "It is... probably nothing." She said, wincing again. "Ah..."

  "It does not appear to be nothing." Mara countered, stepping in front of Eris and looking her over. "Corsairs!" She suddenly yelled, and a mere moment later two corsairs were running swiftly down the hall towards them. Mara barked orders to prepare a room and gather the techeuns, but Eris heard none of this, her head was swimming.

  She was rushed down the hall, everything passing by in a blur of colors, and before she knew it she was in one of the many crystal rooms, laying down on a table, a pillow under her head. The large room was chaos, people were running to and fro, Mara was shouting out orders to everyone, while Eris was biting back screams and clutching Mara's hand painfully tight.

  "Should we inform the Drifter?" A corsair asked as she ran up to them.

  "No..." Eris strained out before Mara could reply. "No, don't... tell him. He will... worry. Wait until... until she is born."

  Mara nodded, looking to the corsair. "You heard her. Now go, aid the others!"

  The corsair nodded, rushing along with the others to prepare as Eris began to clutch the sides of the table, sweat forming on her face as she bit back a scream that would surely not stay down for long. Mara placed her cool fingers over Eris's hand.

  "My queen, what are our designated jobs?" Asked a corsair.

  "Tanya, I trust you most with this particular assignment." She said to a nearby techeun. "Gather whomever you need and prepare to deliver the baby."

  The aforementioned techeun nodded, swiftly calling together who she needed and taking her place by the lower half of Eris's body.

  "You are doing fine, Eris." Mara said with a forced smile, hoping it looked authentic.

  But even if the smile looked fake, Eris would hardly of cared. She was in too much pain to care. After everything she'd suffered through in the Hellmouth, all the pain she had survived over the many years... childbirth was fighting desperately for it's place at the top of most painful things she had ever experienced.

  Hours passed by that way, the techeuns and corsairs never losing focus for a minute. Mara Sov standing over an exhausted and sweat coated Eris, who continued to grip the table, occasionally letting out a scream, as she attempted to birth the baby.

  "My queen..." a corsair spoke softly, having been sent by Tanya to deliver a message for the queens ear only.

  "Yes?" Mara replied, diverting her attention from Eris's painstaken face.

  "She is losing much blood. Too much."

  "But is the child coming?"

  "We belive so, yes."

  "Have any medical remedies on standby, but wait until the child is born before you aid in the blood loss. We can not risk the baby's life. She would not want that." Mara turned back to Eris, who was apparently unaware of their conversation.

  The Corsair returned to the others. A few more long drawn out moments passed, Eris screaming out with clenched teeth, Mara's hand still over her own.

  "The child, she's coming!" One of the corsairs suddenly yelled out.

  The relief on Eris's face only lasted a moment before the pain kicked in anew. But finally, after what felt like many hours, though was only another twenty minutes, the child was born.

  The corsairs let out a cheer, basking in their celebration- until they realized the baby hadn't uttered a single cry as she should have done the moment she had been born. Then Eris went limp, her hands no longer gripping the table. She was so, so tired.

  "My queen, she has lost too much blood, and the baby, she does not look well. What should-"

  "Do what you must." Mara barked, jerking towards the corsairs and techeuns. "All of you, now! Do what you must to save her and the child!"

  "Mara...?" Came Eris's tired voice. "My child... where is she? Why is she not crying?"

  "My corsairs are aiding her as we speak, Eris. Do not worry on her, she will be fine."

  Mara was not one to make such promises that could easily be broken, with nothing she could do to stop it. But she had to. Eris Morn's life was on the line, and she needed any comfort she could get.

  "Mara...?" Eris breathed out after another few minutes, still limp.

  "Yes?"

  "Am... I dying...?"

  "No, Eris-"

  "I feel... so exhausted... so tired..." she breathed out in a hoarse breath. "Please, my queen, do not lie to me."

  "You have merely had a difficult birthing, that is all. You will be better soon. You just need rest,"

  Another promise that may not come true. Eris Morn had lost too much blood, the corsairs were doing all that they could to heal her, but there was no guarantee for her survival. Mara knew this, and as she watched the green of Eris's eyes recede into thin lines, her dread began to grow.

  *  *  *

  The Drifter transmatted down from his ship faster than he ever had before, having commanded his Ghost to locate Eris, she was found in the Dreaming City, her heart rate weak. The Drifter's own beat quick and loud in his ears, his mind racing as he sped across the ground, running inside the Dreaming City castle and down the many long and winding halls until he spotted an Awoken corsair, who was guarding a large closed doorway. He approached the door, panting and out of breath.

  "Where's Eris?" He forced out with labored breathing. "Is she in here?"

  "You are her husband?" The corsair confirmed. "You can not enter currently."

  "Why the hell not?" He was so scared, he could have screamed at her- but he stopped himself, and instead forced himself to calmly ask, "Why can't I go to her?"

  "She has birthed the child, but she has lost too much blood. She is being treated for the best she can, and the child is being revived. I understand your worry, but the queen and her people need to focus, and you will merely distract them."

  "But they're alive?" He asked.

  "Yes. Both are alive currently."

  The Drifter let out a shaky breath of relief, and lowered down to the floor to sit.

  *  *  *

  Eris's eyes fluttered open, the glowing green slits growing wider. She blinked rapidly, tilting her head, trying to make out her surroundings.

  "Eris?" Came a nearby voice. That voice was so familiar... who was that?

   Her eyes searched the room until they found a loving face, a face that melted her heart. The Drifter smiled warmly, walking up to her with gentle steps, holding a bundled up figure with a little face peeking out in his arms.

  "How're you feelin'?" He asked softly, stepping closer.

  Eris gave a weak smile. "Better. She... she survived?"

  "Yep, our little Luna made it," he lowered their daughter into her waiting arms. "She's a fighter, just like you."

  "Luna?" Eris questioned, looking up at the Drifter.

  "Oh, yeah. The name just kinda came to me, when I saw her." He explained.

  Eris smiled down at the baby. "It is a wonderful name. Little Luna..."

  "I am quiet happy to see both you and your child alive." Came Mara's voice as she approached the table.

  "Mara. I thank you dearly for you assistance. I am not sure I could have survived this birthing without the aid of you and your people. Thank you."

  Mara smiled. "It is my pleasure to help you, Eris. I am just glad to see you and your child well."

  She looked to Drifter, and gave a curt nod. He inclined his head to her in gratitude.

  "I will leave you two for now," Mara continued. "Should you require anything at all, merely call for one of my corsairs."

  "Yes my queen, thank you." Eris said as Mara left. Then she looked down at Luna, smiling. She was so tired... but also quiet overjoyed.

  "I'm glad your both okay," the Drifter whispered in her ear before kissing the side of her head. Then he pulled away.

  The little baby slept peacefully as Eris Morn and the Drifter looked down on her with loving affection.

[translations-dark-matter]

Living as an Extra in an Omegaverse novel

Side story Chapter 5

“Wouldn’t it be a disadvantage to have just the two of us on a team?”

Se-hyeon caressed the bracelet around his wrist and looked at the others. Each team went around leisurely, and only those who were confident stepped up and participated in the game.

The same was true for two or more people participating at the same time, not just alone. However, Se-hyeon and Shin Tae-oh had to do it alone, so their options were limited. I was wondering if it would be a good idea to bring in just one more person from the secretary's office and form a team together.

For example, someone like Chief Lee Jin-ho, or Chief Lee Jin-ho.

[TL note: Ye, he said it twice. No one is more dependable than the Chief Secretary.]

“I am confident in everything.”

Shin Tae-oh never considered recruiting additional members. As he showed confidence that I would succeed in everything, Se-hyeon could no longer express his regrets toward Lee Jin-ho.

"Is that so? Let’s do well.”

In order to obtain company benefits through prizes.

"Good. Then shall we go from there?”

Shin Tae-oh pointed to the game board he was eyeing.

The people from Planning Team 2 who were there first saw Shin Tae-oh and Se-hyeon approaching and bowed their heads in greeting. I saw the two of them together a lot so I wasn't surprised, but I did check to see if there were any other secretaries there.

“Do you want to play basketball?”

“Yes. It’s the most basic way to warm up.”

“...”

Shin Tae-oh rolled his shoulders and turned his head back and forth to relax his muscles. His arms were swivelling forward and back, so he was in quite the position to play the game. I don't know how good he is at basketball, but I had faith in him because his physical condition was no different from that of a basketball player.

'And Shin Tae-oh is good at everything.'

This is a human made like that from head to toe. Since you are born with all kinds of talents, you can take basketball lightly.

“Fighting.”

Shin Tae-oh, who confirmed the simple rule that all you have to do is get a certain number of points within the time limit, shouted strongly to the staff as if he was trying to respond to Se-hyeon's support.

“Ahn Se-hyeon takes on the challenge!”

“...”

Se-hyeon, who was clenching both fists, suddenly accepted the basketball handed to him by Shin Tae-oh, but could not react otherwise.

What? Why am I doing this?

“What are you doing when you’re so tired, boss?”

“It wouldn’t be fun if I showed you everything from the beginning.”

“Is what I do fun?”

“Everything Se-hyeon does is fun.”

The people from the 2nd Planning Team, who happened to be together, overheard the two's conversation without any hesitation. Se-hyeon responded with calm words, and Shin Tae-oh smiled slyly. Perhaps because Secretary Ahn was the person who had been with the company the longest after Chief Lee Jin-ho, they thought that the tiki-taka between the two would work well together.

[TL note: The slang Tiki-Taka means having a quick and short conversation with someone.]

“I knew it would be like this.”

I was beaten by Shin Tae-oh. Se-hyeon shook his head and stood in front of the basket as if he had no choice.

"Start."

At Se-hyeon's signal, the host pressed the button and at the same time, the only basketball ball came down the slope. Se-hyeon threw the basketball without showing much surprise at the loud rolling sound.

The ball drew a gentle parabola and fell into the basket.

"As expected!!"

Shin Tae-oh was excited and clapped his hands. In contrast to him, who said he knew that would happen, Se-hyeon looked calm, as if he was not very impressed. Instead, as if he got the hang of it, he quickly grabbed another ball.

With a stable stance, he immediately fired the second shot. This time, it gently fell into the basket.

Shin Tae-oh liked the scene where Se-hyeon throws and lands with his arms crossed. Planning Team 2, who had already finished the game, also stood there and expressed their admiration.

I recognized the true value of Se-hyeon, whom I had not noticed because he was usually quiet and didn't make any big movements.

“Secretary Ahn, you’re really good at it.”

“Did you play basketball?”

“What can’t you do?”

“Secretary Ahn’s popularity will increase further.”

Some people were amazed by Se-hyeon's talent, while others said they fell in love with Se-hyeon all over again. As their words continued, Shin Tae-oh's expression worsened. When other people said my lover was good, I shrugged my shoulders and was happy, but becoming popular was a different matter.

“Full score. Get your stamp here.”

Meanwhile, Se-hyeon, who had finished the game, received a stamp from the host and approached Shin Tae-oh.

“Why are you doing this? If the boss wants to do it, then do it.”

"That's okay. Let’s go do something else.”

When Shin Tae-oh expressed his desire to get out of here quickly, Se-hyeon tilted his head and obediently followed.

A bit... I think the next one could be done this way as well.

***

Next was an easy game where you had to press buttons according to the colours. All you have to do is overcome the confusing trap because the language referring to other colours is written within that colour.

Se-hyeon showed interest first and approached him, and coincidentally the secretarial team was also there. And the person who went on the mission was Chief Lee Jin-ho. He stared at the screen and pressed the button as if possessed.

“Chief, you came forward very confidently, but you didn’t do it well.”

People in the secretariat filmed the video because they thought it was funny that Lee Jin-ho was working so hard and not getting any results. Se-hyeon was also intrigued by the sight of him piling up something to make fun of later.

There's no law that says you just have to collect stamps, right?

Se-hyeon looked back at Shin Tae-oh.

“Is this something the boss will do?”

“Hmm...”

While Shin Tae-oh was stroking his chin and thinking, the mission ended and Lee Jin-ho's score came out.

“You are eliminated.”

In response to the host's clear answer, Lee Jin-ho slyly ignored the team members' jeers and spoke to Shin Tae-oh.

“Are you confident you can do better than me?”

It was a provocation.

“This may seem very easy, but it is secretly difficult. People are so intelligent that they can read everything, whether it's in Korean or English. It’s a very tiring game.”

Even though he couldn't do anything, Lee Jin-ho's boastfulness pierced the sky. It was all done to attract Shin Tae-oh, but the reaction came from somewhere else.

"I will do it."

"Huh? Se-hyeon?"

“Yes. I will try to do better than the manager.”

Lee Jin-ho didn’t understand right away. Why are you trying to do well and not Shin Tae-oh?

“The provocation directed at the boss is no different from being directed at me.”

Lee Jin-ho was speechless as if he had been hit in the back by Se-hyeon's heavy words, and cheers rang out from the other teams except the secretary's office.

“This is social life.”

“Wow, now that I see Secretary Ahn, you speak well.”

They were intrigued and took what Se-hyeon said as a flattery to impress the boss. No matter what everyone was thinking, Se-hyun started his mission.

Yellow text appeared in English inside a red disc. Se-hyeon saw that and pressed the red button without hesitation. The reflexes were unbelievable to say that he saw it with his eyes, passed it through his brain, and then pressed the button.

"And… ”

Lee Jin-ho's mouth dropped open as Se-hyeon, who started flying from the beginning, made no mistake. What is this?

“Secretary Ahn, are you flying around here too?”

Someone from the 2nd Planning Team who came strolling over after finishing basketball said. That's how Se-hyeon got the correct answer at that moment.

“I passed.”

Shin Tae-oh, who was receiving the stamp on his behalf, twitched his lips when he added that it was the highest score among those who have attempted the challenge so far.

“What’s the secret?”

Although they knew that Se-hyeon would do well, the people who were planning to challenge him next quietly listened to the question of Shin Tae-oh, who they liked, thinking that he had done really well.

“Isn’t there a time when you have to pretend not to see something? At times like that, I lose focus and don’t look.”

"Ah… ”

Then, you can only see the colours without learning the letters. While people were nodding their heads as if Se-hyeon's method sounded good, only Lee Jin-ho asked something else.

"Even though I pretend not to see... I think I know what it is, right?"

Lee Jin-ho's eyes turned to Shin Tae-oh. Shin Tae-oh completely ignored the look in his eyes that said, “I missed this.”

“Let’s move on.”

Before he knew it, Se-hyeon looked around like a hyena to see where he could get more stamps. I did not want Shin Tae-oh to participate. So, while I was looking at what I could do well, Shin Tae-oh put his arm around Se-hyeon's shoulder and leaned in.

“How about darts?”

"Great."

Se-hyeon confidently walked over there. Even though Shin Tae-oh had to follow along, the massive build clung to him like a feather and wouldn't be shaken off.

In a fairly difficult mission where you had to calculate a short calculation on the screen and throw a dart at that number, Shin Tae-oh put his arm out in front of Se-hyeon, who was trying to take the lead this time, blocking him.

“This is mine.”

After just watching Se-hyeon do it, he seemed to want to do it himself this time. Shin Tae-oh's confident-looking eyes also played a role.

Se-hyeon took a step back.

Shin Tae-oh stood in front of the line holding a small dart.

“It’s been a really long time since I did this.”

Shin Tae-oh's voice became slightly excited.

I guess I'm finally going to show my cool side.

"Start."

Se-hyeon pressed the start button.

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[clumsyenby]

How about a Roxy/Reader where the reader is usually very sick (often having to go for a lot of medical tests) but still makes time just to go to see Roxy because it makes her happy?

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ooh! i like this prompt, hopefully this is what you were looking for :^) let me know if you liked this! i'd love to make a part 2 for this x DISCLAIMER: i understand everyone's experience of being immunocompromised is different. this is based on my experience of being immunocompromised in the past.

TW: none adult, gender-neutral reader! *(Y/N) - Your Name 1847 words

Taking A Day Off

- being immunocompromised is not exactly the best thing in the world, especially when it can pull you away from your animatronic lover at times. though, that does not stop them from trying to keep you by their side for as long as they can.

You stared at the lavender door with worried eyes. It was the early in the morning and you knew you were not supposed to be here, especially at 7:30AM. The only people that were in the same building as you, were workers. You doubted that there were any parents or children around at this time. Your girlfriend had no idea that you were even in the Pizzaplex, for that matter.

How could you not resist coming back? Despite the weird feeling you got from being in the Pizzaplex, it also housed your girlfriend; who also had no possible way of leaving the building. If you pushed the greasy pizza and the unhealthy carbonated drinks to the back of your mind, it was quite the gorgeous place. You knew that had you been in your early teens, you would gladly spend all of your savings at this place.

Just as you raised a hand to knock on the lavender door, it slid open. Bright yellow eyes gazed into yours. "Babe!" She exclaimed, grabbing onto your arm as gently as she could, to guide you into her room. You smiled from her contagious excitement. She engulfed you into a hug, her white mane acting as a soft cushion for your face as you leaned into her touch.

She was the reason for you to repeatedly come back to the Pizzaplex. She had always been one to prefer physical contact, as her love language was spending quality time with her loved ones. The way her eyes lit up in joy whenever she saw you, the way her demeanor changed, down to the way she purred just from touching you, was what made it worth it. She was what made the tiring trips to the Pizzaplex worth it.

She purred delightedly, content for having you in her arms. You leaned up to press a soft kiss on her nose, giggling from her purrs growing in volume. You reached up to twirl her green fringe around your finger. The shade of green seemed brighter, more lively, than the last time you saw it. "I see that you got it dyed again," You said softly. She grinned, showing off her rather intimidating, yet dazzling set of teeth. "A girl needs her touch-ups every now and then, you know." She teases before nuzzling your cheek.

"I missed you, Roxy." You whispered quietly. A smile creeps onto her face, causing her to fake a cough and look away. "Why wouldn't you? I'm the best, after all.." She responded.

Real smooth, Roxy.

The wolf leads you to her couch, settling down onto it first before having you lean on her, using her as a form of cushion. It was an odd, somewhat hard cushion, but you appreciated the thought nonetheless. Her hands find yours, intertwining yours and her fingers seamlessly. "I haven't seen you for four days, you know! FOUR DAYS.." She complained, dragging out the duration for further emphasis. You laughed, rubbing your cheek against hers. "Sorry, Roxy. The hospital wanted me to stay for further testing." You had stayed in the hospital for two days, spending the following two days to rest at home. It was the longest you had stayed away from her this year.

She groans, the hot breath escaping from her mouth hitting you square on the face. "I hate the hospital! All they want to do is take you away from me.." She pouted. Roxy knew your trips to the hospital could not be missed, as much as she wished it was. You were quite the fragile thing to begin with; you could get sick easily compared to the average person. To add on, if you were sick and battling an infection, it had a high chance of it being a life-or-death situation.

Besides, it was probably not very advisable to hang out in the Pizzaplex as often as you already did, since it was a place often filled with children, who brought germs wherever they went. You adored your girlfriend too much to resist.

You had always called your condition of being immunocompromised a two-sided coin - It can suck at times, such as needing to spend time in the hospital for tests, which lessened your time with Roxy. But, it was also what brought you and your girlfriend closer together.

When your girlfriend first learnt of your medical condition(s), it was actually on accident. Roxy had stumbled upon you taking your medication. She was not unfamiliar to the concept, but was rather curious to know the reason why you had to take such a number of pills at one go. After learning about your condition(s), she had began to see you in a new light. She once saw you as her loveable partner, but now saw you as her loveable, strong and gorgeous mate. She admired your strength for returning to the hospital to perform tests upon tests, trying new medications every few months or so. She knew it took a toll on you and your body, and chose to be your safe haven whenever you spent time with her.

When she first learnt of your condition(s), she worried over everything. Whether this certain temperature could affect you, if you could eat certain foods, and so on. She treated you like a fragile piece of glass, afraid that the slightest touch would cause you to shatter. She did learn quickly that you were not as fragile as she originally thought, and managed to relax a little. Though, that did not stop her fussing over you. It was endearing in a way, to watch her care for you.

On days where you did not want to go to the hospital and would rather be bundled under a blanket with her, she provided support. She sent you encouraging messages to your Fazwatch (she insisted you took the design of her and to set it to her voice, of course) in her free time, sometimes accompanied with pictures of her and the other Glamrocks. On nights where you had to stay overnight or for a few days, Roxy always made time to call you. She would let you talk about your day first, then talk about hers, telling you all about the children she has met and what she did to prank Monty for the day.

You and Roxy shared the same insecurities. You often worried that she would one day, grow tired of you or leave you because you were unable to spend as much time with her as she liked. Roxy often worried if she was enough for you, whether you would meet someone new; someone who could be there with you for your hospital visits because she could not. At times like these where the insecurities happen to be too much to hold, you reassured each other. You never hesitated to tell her that you loved her, that she would always be enough. She never failed to reaffirm that she would never leave you, and that she loved you, despite the distance.

"When do you have to go back?" Her voice brought you out of your thoughts. You pursed your lips, checking your mental calendar. "Tomorrow, I think." You responded. She huffed, pressing her snout into your shoulder. "That's too soon!" She complained again.

Her head snaps up, almost slamming your chin. You laughed as she fussed over you, her pressing quick pecks all over your face in apology. Once satisfied, she turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eye. You narrowed your eyes, "What are you up to, Rox?" She giggled, "Nothing, my mate. I just had the brilliant idea of taking a day off!"

You blinked.

You facepalmed. "Baby, as much as I support your idea, you literally cannot take a day off. You live in your workplace." You retorted back. Roxy howled with laughter. "My mate, you surely underestimate me," You raised an eyebrow at her reply. She put a finger to her lips, pointing at the speaker attached to the wall behind you.

"Roxy? Is something the matter?" You heard Freddy's voice come through the speaker. Roxy let out some rather convincing coughs. "Freddy, I think I might be sick.. Perhaps I should not be interacting with children today.." She groans out, drawling her words.

You facepalmed once more. You adored her for her efforts to spend more time with you, but you swore that sometimes, she forgot she was a robot. You heard Freddy sigh on the other end. "Roxy, us animatronics cannot get sick like humans. Perhaps it is a glitch? Parts and Services is open at the moment-" He begun.

"No!" Roxy cut him off. She never liked going under maintenance, especially an unnecessary one that she may potentially cause for trying to fake a cough. Freddy chuckled on the other end. "I'm guessing (Y/N) is with you?" He asked amusedly. How did he know? Nothing seemed to get past him.

"Yup. Hey Fred," You greeted him. Freddy laughs and you could practically envision his ears wiggling. "Hello, dear friend! I might be able to convince management to let Roxy off for today, but I will need a story to tell them." He said. Roxy rolled her eyes with a small smile. "You mean to lie?" She quipped. The bear hummed, "It is only lying if you put it that way."

"I'll figure out the story, if you could graciously look after Gregory for me during lunchtime? The other Glamrocks and I each have a party scheduled then and I would not be able to keep him within my sights," He proposes. Just as Roxy was to shoot him down, you covered her mouth and responded for her. "Sure, Fred! I'd love to see the little bugger." You laughed at the distant "Hey!" in the background from Freddy's side. The call beeps, signaling its end.

Your girlfriend rolled her eyes again, "Why did you agree? I do adore the kid, but I wanted to keep you all to myself.." You laughed and placed a soft kiss on her nose. "No need to over-react, baby. You'll still have me, we'll just have to babysit Greg for an hour or two," You said sweetly, trying to convince her. She licked your nose in return. "Fine, but only for two hours. Nothing more."

You yawned, checking your Fazwatch for the time. 8:30AM. Roxy wrapped her arms around your waist, placing a kiss on your lips. "Is my mate sleepy?" She teased lightly. You nodded, leaning into her and closing your eyes. You felt her shift to the side, returning not a second later, and threw a blanket over both you and her. She radiated warmth, causing you to press yourself closer to her. You sighed contentedly at the comfort as you drifted to sleep.

Roxy only watched you with a smile, pecking your forehead once she was assured that you were asleep. She had a lovesick grin on her face, already planning out her day with you.

"I'll make sure that this will be the best day that you've spent with me."

[hawks-supremacy]

False Soulmates

summary: you fantasized about meeting your soulmate all the time when you were a kid, but when you finally meet him you begin to think having a soulmate isn't all that it's cut out to be

pairing: oikawa x reader

warnings: swearing, angst

genre: angst to fluff

word count: 3.7k

a/n: It's my birthday! I turned 21 which means I can now legally do basically anything. It also mans this is the last fic for the seven days up until my birthday.

Everyone in the world is born with a soulmate, their other half. When you speak your first words the first words your soulmate says to you appear on you. Some people can go their whole lives without meeting theirs. They don’t search or they’re on the other side of the world. For some people this is okay and they simply marry someone else. You don’t need your soulmate to live a happy life. However, life is better with your soulmate. It’s the person who was made to understand and accept everything about you. Life wasn’t picture perfect, soulmates still fought. It was just better.

Ever since your parents explained to you what the words on your ribs meant you couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate. You fantasized about it everyday, what they would look like or act like. You were constantly daydreaming about the day you’d meet the person who said those words that were permanently etched into your skin. Of course you hoped you’d have easier words than “hey cutie” but at least you knew he thought you were cute. Now you were just hoping you didn’t say something stupid in return.

It was your first year at Aoba Johsai when you unfortunately met your soulmate. Where you learned he greeted nearly everyone with “hey cutie” and before you could respond he was whisked away by his best friend. It was your first year when you learned your soulmate was Oikawa Toru and it was your first year when you learned some people will do anything to be with whoever they want.

You overheard girls constantly going up to Oikawa claiming to be his soulmate and you constantly heard him tell them that they weren’t. You hated having the locker across from his. He got notes from girls who said that he was their soulmate but they were too shy to tell him in person. He got people trying to guess what his soulmate's first words were. You hated having a locker across from him because you overheard him tell Iwaizumi that he was tired of people pretending they were his soulmate.

It was your second year when you finally worked up the courage to talk to Oikawa and it was your second year when you learned you hated your soulmate. You walked up to the locker ready to explain that you were his soulmate and you were too scared to tell him when he yelled at you. Before you could get a word out he was telling you to go away.

It was after school and you stayed late in the library to tutor someone in your class. You went to your locker and saw Oikawa at this locker with his friends. You figured now would be the best time since it was just the five of you and the school was empty. You took a deep breath and took the three steps across the hallway to Oikawa’s locker. You were about to speak when he beat you to it. “Could you stop? God I am so tired of all of you pretending to be my soulmate when you’re not. Do you know how hard that makes it for me? You’re all so annoying just leave me alone.” You stood there as he yelled at you for trying to talk to him. You stood there as you felt your heart breaking when you barely even knew Oikawa. When he was done speaking you just turned and walked away as you felt tears streaming down your face.

It was the next day at school when Oikawa apologized to you for yelling at you. You just nodded and walked away, still too embarrassed to talk to him. It was a few weeks later when he started dating the volleyball team manager. That was when you had to listen to your soulmate talk about how he finally found his “soulmate”. You listened as he talked about his “soulmate” to his friends and about how amazing she was. You watched as she went up to Oikawa and pretended to be someone she wasn’t. You thought your soulmate yelling at you was the worst thing that could happen to you, but you were wrong.

It was a month after Oikawa had started dating her when you rounded the corner to the exit of the school and heard his girlfriend talking to her friends. You felt bad as you eavesdropped but the guilt you felt was quickly overtaken with anger. “We know he’s not your soulmate, so how’d you get him to believe you were?” One of her friends asked. “Well at practice one day I saw his soulmate mark. So I just went up to him and said it. Easy as that, he didn’t really question it since we’ve never spoken prior to that.”

“So you lied to him? How considerate of you. How long do you think you can keep that up?” You asked, turning the corner. “However long I want. It’s not like you’re going to tell him.” She scoffed and walked away leaving you in the hallway. You thought about as you walked home, you may not be on the best terms with Oikawa due to the fact he unknowingly ripped out your heart and stomped on it; but you also couldn’t let this girl pretend to be his soulmate. So you decided you would tell him.

The next day at school you went to tell Oikawa about what you heard yesterday, however, when you went to go talk to him he walked away from you. You thought he just didn’t see you so you figured you’d try again later, but he walked away from you again and again, and again. Every time you tried to talk to him he avoided you. You eventually found Iwaizumi and decided to tell him in hopes he would pass the message onto Oikawa.

“Iwaizumi, can I talk to you for a second?” He turned around as you approached him with the question. “Oikawa’s girlfriend isn’t his soulmate.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, mumbling whatever and turned around. You ran in front of him preventing him from moving , “I’m being serious. I don’t know how or when but at some point she saw his soulmate words and used them to make it seem like she was his soulmate. I heard her tell her friends yesterday.”

“Look Y/n,” he started off with a sigh, “She told us you were going to try to split them up. We didn’t really believe her at first, but you just proved her point. I don’t know what motive you have for doing this but you should really stop. First you tried to pretend like you were his soulmate and now you’re claiming his actual soulmate is lying about it? Just leave him alone.” He finished walking around you.

You turned around as frustrated tears started welling up in your eyes, “I am his soulmate asshole! You both are jerks, I don’t want him as my soulmate anyway. Wish him luck for me.” He turned around looking shocked at how genuine you sounded and how hurt you looked. He started saying your name before you cut him off, “Forget it Iwaizumi, he clearly doesn’t want me as his either.” You walked away leaving Iwaizumi with more doubts than what he started with.

Iwaizumi and Oikawa were hanging out at Iwaizumi’s house studying when Iwaizumi brought you up, “Y/n stopped me at school today.” He said testing the waters. “Oh yeah? What’d they say?” Oikawa responded, bored with the conversation already. “They said that they overheard Himari say she wasn’t your soulmate. That she saw your soulmate words and that’s how she knew what to say.” Iwaizumi stopped studying and looked up at Oikawa who paused what he was writing before rolling his eyes and continuing his homework.

“That doesn’t make any sense, besides Himi said they would try and break us up. What would she gain out of pretending to be my soulmate anyway?” Oikawa mumbled. Iwaizumi thought for a second before remembering the hurt look on your face and the sound of your voice. “Y/n also said that they were your soulmate, and before you say anything you didn’t hear their voice or the look on their face. They were really hurt.

Oikawa sighed, setting his pencil down and looking at Iwaizumi annoyed, “I don’t know why we’re still talking about this. Himi said this was going to happen and it did. This also isn’t the first time Y/n tried to claim to be my soulmate. Now drop it, please.” Iwaizumi shut up for the remainder of the time.

It was your third year and Oikawa was still dating Himari, Iwaizumi never brought you up again but ever since you talked to him something about her never sat right with him. Iwaizumi had a few conversations with you since then but never brought it up to you either. You were sitting behind the school eating lunch when Iwaizumi sat down next to you, “Show me your soulmate mark.” You whipped your head towards him in confusion mumbling “what?” with a mouthful of food. “Show me your soulmate mark.” He repeated and you slowly finished the bite you were chewing, still confused. “What? Why?”

“Ever since you talked to me last year about Oikawa and Himari something never sat right with me. So show me your soulmate’s first words said to you and I’ll try and help you.” He sighed while rubbing his face. The past year had been tiring for him, he brought you up one other time to Oikawa and Himari both, but as soon as Himari started crying Oikawa snapped. “Uhm no thanks, I can tell you what it says but I’m not lifting up my shirt to show you it.” You weren’t about to lift up your shirt just to maybe prove a point. Nothing is solidified unless you actually say something to Oikawa and you doubt that’s happening anytime soon.

Iwaizumi nodded, agreeing to your terms. “It says “hey cutie” but Oikawa says that to everyone. We won’t know if it is Oikawa unless I say something to him first anyway. For all we know someone else might say that to me. I don’t even know if I want your help anyway. They seem happy just let them be, they clearly deserve each other. Maybe the universe made a mistake.” You said and returned to eating your food.

Iwaizumi leaned back against the building thinking. He’s never seen Himari’s soulmate mark but he’s seen Oikawa’s. It was in the same place as yours so he’s not sure when Himari would’ve seen it. All he knows is Himari started being the volleyball team manager as one of Oikawa’s fangirls and never spoke to Oikawa, then she just randomly walked up and talked to him. It didn’t sit right with Iwaizumi and no matter how many times Oikawa said he was happy he finally found his soulmate he never actually seemed happy.

He was about to say something when someone beat him to it. “Seriously? Are you still trying to convince Iwa that you’re my soulmate Y/n? This is starting to get pathetic and you Iwa? Are you actually entertaining this? Come on Iwa-chan, let's go.” Oikawa said, hands crossed scowling at the both of you. “How do you know they’re lying? Have you seen Himari’s soulmate mark?” Iwaizumi asked, not moving from his spot next to you on the ground. Oikawa thought for a second furrowing his eyebrows and unfurrowing them, “No but what does that have to do with anything? Are you accusing my girlfriend of lying to me? I believe Himi, she said the words that have been on me for years. It's not like it’s a coincidence.”

“How do you know Y/n’s lying? You’ve never let them say a word to you. You’ve only ever yelled at them.” Iwaizumi got up from his place on the ground defending you. You aren’t the closest or anything but after the few conversations he’s had with you, he would still consider you a friend. He liked you a whole hell of a lot more than he liked Himari that’s for sure. You got up from your place on the ground and tugged on Iwaizumi’s sleeve. “Just let it go, I don’t care anymore.” You said as he turned his head to look at you.

“No you wanna prove you’re my soulmate so bad, go ahead prove it. Say your first words to me and we can move along and I can go find Himari and continue my life. You can finally leave me alone.” Oikawa said, walking closer to you and Iwaizumi. You shook your head fed up with it already. Even if he found out you weren’t sure you wanted him to be your soulmate anyway with all that he’s put you through. Every time Oikawa opened his mouth you seemed to get more angry with him. He was still talking when you cut him off, “Fine, I’m your soulmate you asshole! Are you happy now?!”

You didn’t give anyone a chance to say anything as you stormed off. After three years of knowing Oikawa was your soulmate he finally wanted to hear you out. You couldn’t believe the nerve of him or Himari. You still don’t know why she faked being his soulmate, his fangirls are just desperate you guessed. As you walked into classes now significantly more pissed off than you were before lunch, Oikawa and Iwaizumi were talking behind the school.

“Did you tell them?” Oikawa asked, narrowing his eyes. “You’re ridiculous of course I didn’t tell them, you really think I’d do that? Besides, they sounded a lot more believable saying that then Himari did last year.” Oikawa sat on the ground leaning against the school with his head in his hands. “I’m still having a hard time believing it, I mean why would Himari do that? Oh god I was a jerk to my soulmate for two years. And they didn’t say anything. I didn’t let them say anything. I don’t think I can make this up to them. I really fucked up.”

“Yeah you did. You’re gonna spend the rest of your life digging your way out of this one. That is if Y/n gives you the chance. Even if they do, I doubt they’ll let you forget about it. First things first though, you need to break up with Himari.” Oikawa nodded as Iwaizumi patted him on the back, helping him up from the ground. They got back to class and the first thing Oikawa did once school ended was find Himari and break up with her.

A few minutes after breaking up with her he went to his locker and found Himari yelling at you. “What are you doing Himari? It’s over, they had nothing to do with it. This was all your own fault, did you honestly expect us to stay together forever? Even if they hadn’t finally gotten it through my thick skull I would’ve found out eventually.” He said standing in between you and Himari. She huffed and walked away yelling various profanities at the two of you. Oikawa turned to you to apologize but you were facing your locker, ignoring him.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I know it doesn’t help at all but I am. I was too caught up in the fact that I might’ve finally found my soulmate that I didn’t want to be told I was wrong. It still doesn’t make up for the fact that I was a jerk to you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Please let me try.” Oikawa leaned against the locker next to yours as he practically begged.

You closed your locker looking at Oikawa with a blank look. “No.” Oikawa looked confused as he mimicked the word in a questioning tone. “Yeah, no. Look Oikawa, you’re my soulmate but it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. You’re right, you treated me like shit for the past year and a half. I’m not about to just forgive and forget, because while you were off playing soulmates with Himari your actual soulmate was hurt and heartbroken because you couldn’t give them the time of day. So no Oikawa I won’t let you.” You walked off for the second time today, leaving Oikawa standing in the middle of the hallway.

“You kinda deserved that one sorry dude.” Matsukawa said, clapping Oikawa on the back. “I know I just don’t know how I’m going to make it up to them. I really hurt Y/n and I don’t know how to fix it. I’m scared I’m not going to have a soulmate for very long.” Oikawa tried following you out of the school but Iwaizumi stopped him telling him to let it go for today. Oikawa listened and begrudgingly went to practice. For the first time in his life he didn’t want to go to Volleyball practice. Instead he wished he was with you desperately trying to make everything up to you Trying to patch things up.

For the next few months Oikawa spent his time constantly trying to make things up to you. He told you he was sorry at least once a week and bought your favorite snacks as gifts to you. It started off with him leaving some chocolates you didn’t much care for in your locker. When you told him you didn’t really like them his response was, “Well why don’t you tell me what you like so I can get you the proper gifts.” You just shook your head and walked away after telling him thanks. You may have been mad at him but you weren’t rude.

The second time he tried doing something to apologize he did it publicly. Iwaizumi tried to talk him out of it knowing you weren’t going to like having all of the attention but Oikawa refused to listen. So he made this big grand gesture in the middle of the cafeteria at school. You didn’t say anything as your face grew red and you walked out of the cafeteria, leaving Oikawa walking back to his friends while Iwaizumi told him, “I told you so.”

He didn’t really try to do anything big after that, just small things to let you know he was there. Eventually he started walking you to and from school after learning you didn’t live that far from each other. Slowly you started to forgive him, but you weren’t about to jump right into dating. So you stayed friends. You let him walk you to school and sat with him at lunch. You went to all of his games that you could easily travel to. You were beginning to forgive him and that’s all Oikawa could ask for.

“I’m thinking about leaving Japan after we graduate.” He said one day while you were hanging out at his house. His parents knew you guys were soulmates and gave him an earful after hearing about what he had done, his sister still teases him about it whenever she visits with Takeru. You were hanging off of his bed when he made that statement and you sat up. “Where are you gonna go?” You asked, moving to the edge of the bed. “I’m not sure yet. I have a few offers but I think I’m going to go with Brazil.” He moved from his desk to the spot next to you on the bed. “Unless you think I should stay here.”

“You think I want to be the reason you don’t follow your dreams? Hell no, Oikawa. Go to where you think is best for you and your future goals. Not where I’m gonna be. We can still facetime and call. Besides, you should be able to visit for the holidays. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a school in Brazil to go to.” Oikawa looked at you surprised, he knew you were starting to forgive him but he didn’t think you’d be willing to go with him.

“You don’t have to do that, you know. I couldn’t ask you to come with me. Of course I would love it if you would, but only if you think you’d be happy there. I’ve put you through enough Y/n I can’t ask you to do this as well.” You rolled your eyes covering his mouth with your hand. “Shut up for once. I’m not mad at you anymore, I’m never gonna let you forget it, but I’m not mad. I’m not saying I’m going to for sure go with you wherever you go and follow you blindly. I’m saying if I find a school I like and get accepted then I’ll move with you. I just got you to realize I’m your soulmate, I’m not quite ready to give that up just yet, Toru.” You finished your mini speech removing your hand from his mouth. You expected him to immediately start talking but he just stared at you for a while. “Toru? You’re freaking me out. Blink or something at least.” He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into a hug thanking you.

A few months later and you were helping pack boxes at Toru’s house, “I told you not to wait until the last minute to pack Toru. Now we’re rushing so you’re ready to leave on time.” You scolded sorting like things into boxes. “Maybe if my beautiful s/o hadn’t distracted me when I was supposed to be packing we’d be fine.” He said coming up and wrapping his arms around your waist pecking you on the cheek. You laughed as you lightly shoved him away, “Toru I’m serious we’re going to miss our flight if you don’t hurry up. I have orientation next week and you start practice soon. We need to get there early to settle into the apartment and look around the city so we’re not lost right away.”

He shook his head, laughing as he finally helped you pack his bags. Before you know it you’re in Brazil moving into an apartment with your boyfriend. Sure your relationship was rocky, but you couldn’t imagine spending your time with anyone else.

[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part Five)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Mild Sexual References

Words: 1,848

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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YOUR POV

Two weeks had passed since you visited your friend Denise in Dublin and it was time for the annual Galway Arts Festival.

Denise had been working on a photography project for the past year and had been nominated for a student award in Galway as part of which ten of her photographs were being displayed during the Arts Festival.

Whilst, as you had expected, Cillian didn’t contact you, you knew that he would be there to support his daughter. Being an artist himself, he was very proud of her and her work and he supported her projects not only mentally but also financially with the caveat that she would finish her degree at Trinity College.

Unlike him, he didn’t want her to drop out of university even though she hated it and you certainly understood his reasoning.

Contrary to Denise, you had no creative bone in your body. You enjoyed art and theatre, but weren’t an artist or performer yourself. Instead, you were an A Grade Law Student who had become rather bored in Galway and had recently applied for a scholarship to Oxford University.

Reading was your passion and you had always been known as a geek. In school, you were the girl that no one liked, nerdy, not interested in fashion or social media and wearing braces, which, luckily, had been removed three years ago.

You were shy and it was only for Denise that you came out of your shell. She was popular in school, mostly due to her name, but also because she was generally confident and, over the years, she helped you gain confidence especially after you had left high school.

But, today, you knew you would be questioning your gained confidence once again since, first of all, you would be seeing Cillian again and the truth was that you couldn’t stop thinking about him in an intimate way and, secondly, you were featured completely naked on some of Denise’s photographs.

Whilst the photographs were artistic and not sexual in any way and your most intimate part wasn’t visible on them, it bothered you knowing that people you disliked would see you so vulnerable and you couldn’t remember why you had agreed to being photographed like that.

The other woman who Denise chose to photograph was Amalie. She was 23 and had been Denise’s friend for a while as well but, unlike you, she began modelling professionally when she was just 16. You all went to the same private school together and, clearly, her lifestyle had been largely financed by her parents. She always wore expensive clothes and had no interest in pursuing a career other than modelling, which barely sustained her lifestyle considering the few small jobs she got.

***

Just as you served your last cup of coffee to an elderly lady sitting in the corner of the café you were working at, you saw Denise, Amalie and two other friends of Denise walk in.

‘Hey guys, take a seat. I will be right with you. I am just about to finish my shift’ you said as you hung up your apron.

‘Please tell me you will get changed before the Gallery opening tonight?’ Amalie asked somewhat weirdly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you sat down at the table with her, Denise and the others before ordering some coffees for yourselves.

‘No, I thought I would go like this’ you said sarcastically, looking down at your coffee-stained clothes.

‘I bought a dress for tonight’ you then said, after Amalie didn’t seem to sense your sarcasm.

‘Right’ she then said as she flicked through Instagram and you simply looked at Denise who shrug her shoulders.

‘What are you looking for?’ you asked curiously as her eyes seemed to be glued to her phone.

‘She is looking to find more photos of my dad and Laura Jennings’ Denise said, rolling her eyes.

‘Laura Jennings, as in the actress?’ you asked, causing Amalie to nod.

‘Yes, apparently they have been dating’ Amalie then confirmed, causing you to swallow harshly. You knew that you shouldn’t care but you couldn’t help it. Knowing that Cillian was seeing someone made you feel ill.  

‘And you care about that why?’ you then asked Amalie after an uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine.

‘Apparently, just like you, Amalie thinks my dad is a DILF’ Denise huffed out before telling you how disgusting you all were.

‘Well, he is though…he is super hot’ Amalie then joked before carrying on. ‘And I don’t understand how you don’t know about Laura Jennings and whether this is true or not. You need to find out’ Amalie then said but Denise simply shook her head.

‘My father doesn’t share this sort of stuff with me and I certainly don’t want to know about his sex life, thank you very much. In so far as I am concerned, he doesn’t have sex, ever…yuck! Also, I would appreciate if you could not talk about my dad anymore, please. It grosses me out’ Denise said and you knew that, all of this had become a common occurrence ever since the day the first episode of Peaky Blinders aired on BBC, a show which Denise refuses to watch herself because of the heavy sexual content and a show which you, only a week ago, had begun to binge watch.

Cillian’s POV

When Cillian walked into the basement after you had left, he immediately saw the small folded up note you had left him but, reading it, made him somewhat uncomfortable.

He was torn about what to do with it and certainly knew that he should ignore it. He couldn’t see you again even if he wanted to.

The fact that you were 23 years younger than him and that you were his daughter’s best friend made it all wrong and highly inappropriate and he didn’t know what had gotten into him in the first place when he gave into you.

He had never felt attracted towards you in any sort of way until that last visit which was the first time had seen you since you and your family had moved away.

You changed in many ways and he wasn’t sure what it was that he liked about you. But what he knew was that it was more than just sexual attraction, which was usually something he knew how to supress.

With that in mind, he placed your note into his wallet and decided to ignore it for now. But he couldn’t quite bring himself to throw it out.

***

With his bags packed it was time for him to return to Manchester and resume filming of the final season of Peaky Blinders.

The first week of filming went well and Cillian decided to spend the weekend with his friend, fellow actress Laura Jennings. Cillian and her had developed a friend with benefits sort of relationship. No strings attached and no feelings involved. After his divorce from Denise’s mother, he wasn’t ready for anything else and Laura would certainly not have been the type of woman he would have wanted a relationship with in the first place.

Unlike him, she wasn’t press shy and, whilst they kept their arrangement a secret as best as they could, she was otherwise quite active on social media.

Cillian, on the other hand, only maintained a private Instagram account with the sole purpose of being able to check on his children. Whilst they were adults, he was still worried about them, especially Denise who had recently gotten herself in a lot of trouble after distancing herself from this Jeremy boy.

***

‘Another wine?’ Laura asked as Cillian was relaxing on top of the doonas, wearing nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs, after they had spent the last hour doing exactly what friends with benefits would do after not having seen each other for over two weeks due to busy filming schedules.

‘Yes please…thanks’ he responded as he reached for his phone after a notification had popped up.

It was his daughter Denise who had posted on Instagram and, since she hadn’t posted for a while, he decided to check it out, hoping that she wasn’t with Jeremy again.

To his surprise, three new pictures of Denise and her friends showed up when he opened the APP and, one of them, there was you.

In the picture, you were wearing accompanied by a man in his late twenties, wearing a suit while you were wearing a dark blue dress and he couldn’t help but wonder who the man by your side was.

You looked simply stunning, with your hair long and open and your shoulders exposed. You were wearing only a little bit of make up and showed your beautiful smile.  

‘There you go Mr Murphy’ Laura then said as she returned to the bedroom with another glass of wine, pulling Cillian’s phone out of his hand and climbing on top of him.

‘Round Two?’ she then asked eagerly as she reached for another condom, but Cillian’s thoughts were elsewhere entirely.

‘Maybe tomorrow, I am tired. It has been a long week, sorry’ he explained, causing Laura to pout with disappointment.

But the second round never eventuated as Cillian left Laura’s house the following morning to drive back to Manchester to resume filming.

On his way back to Manchester, he called his daughter Denise to check on her and while he did, he enquired about your companion on the Instagram posts.

‘Why do you want to know?’ Denise asked somewhat confused but Cillian played it cool.

‘He looks familiar, that’s all. Didn’t he go to your school?’ he then asked, playing dumb.

‘Oh god no, he is 29. His name is Connor and he is an accountant. Y/N wouldn’t date anyone our age. You know she isn’t a normal 21-year-old’ Denise joked, referring to your nerdiness and intellect.

‘Apparently not’ Cillian chuckled before asking another question about the stranger on the picture. ‘So, they are dating?’ he asked.

‘I think they went on two or three dates or something. Why do you care?’ Denise asked.

‘No reason. I was just wondering’ Cillian confirmed before changing the topic.

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[its-me-im-coraline]

Little Puppet // Ethan Torchio, Damiano David

words // 4261, i have never written this much in one go my whole life, holy shit

warnings // smut, degradation, sub!reader, name calling (ya know, slut and stuff like that), threesome, oral, no explicit mention of protection, but obvi that's not how it should go in real life, anyways.... thats all i can think right now. has not been proofread

pairing // Ethan Torchio x F!Reader x Damiano David (leaning more to Ethan)

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. im going with female reader cause that's how it was requested. here's the smut playlist, def listen to it when you get to the smut part, or the whole time, whatever you want. thanks to anyone who adds songs to the playlist 💘

i feel like i cpupve made it kinkier but at 1 am and with over 4000 words i was a little tired to do that.

request // yes, here

summary // Ethan can not stop thinking of sharing his fwb with his bandmate, Damiano. A thought sparked from a random drunk conversation he had with his best friend will end up with them both pleasing Reader to tears

Experimenting in the bedroom was nothing unusual for Ethan and Y/N. The two had known each other for quite a while, overtaken by attraction but neither was ready for a relationship. Instead the pair opted for a slightly different compromise, one that had no name, no label, for now. While neither had the intention of an actual romantic partnership, it never stopped them from being loving and affectionate towards each other. Neither would ever have to leave before the morning comes.

Thus, as the light shone through his bedroom window, Ethan opened up his eyes, looking at the person laying by his side. Such a beauty, the shy rays of sun laying over the features Ethan so many times observed. It was common to do this in the morning, it would calm him down, especially on the very busy days.

“Anything particular you are thinking of while staring at me, Ethan?” There was no hesitation, no grogginess coming from Y/N’s voice, Ethan realised how he was not the only one awake previously.

“Well, I am, but I am not sure you could handle it,” he responded, smirking down at the laying figure, leaving a few kisses before finishing his reply, “plus, it is too early in the morning for such sinful thoughts.”

“Mhm, as if our endeavours last night were holy,” Y/N laughed, kissing Ethan back, as his lips crushed into hers.

“Well, you were certainly calling god if I recall correctly, cucciola, no?”

Maybe what made this situation not be awkward was exactly the fact that the two were friends. They thrived from the friendly banter, never missed an opportunity to mess with each other. It was just how they were and it worked perfectly to their benefit.

“I can tell it is troubling you, Edgar. You want to tell me what’s going on?”

"It's nothing amore let's just get ready. I'm quite hungry if you must know," he mumbled on her neck, trailing kisses all the way to her lips before abandoning the bed.

“Come on,” he called, ushering the girl to follow him.

Their feet were bare, no clothing no nothing -at least until Y/N pulled a few pieces of clothing for them both to wear- as they walked into the bathroom to start their day. They stood right next to each other as they washed their teeth, washed their faces, fixed their hair and so on and so forth.

“Isn’t that shirt too small for you, dolcezza,” commented Ethan, laughing at his own joke and poking Y/N’s side.

“Eh, well, I can take it off,” she suggested, pulling at the hem of his shirt that she was wearing. That only resulted in a laugh from the tall man, him shuffling her hair and walking out of the bathroom, putting distance between him and Y/N’s complaining about messing up her hair.

After that everything moved quite quickly. Y/N left the cosy home and went to her own house, leaving Ethan with his bandmates to work on their upcoming stuff. She knew how much it meant to him, but she also knew how stressful this career was to him. She always had something small to do to make his days even a little bit more relaxing, of course one of them being their nocturnal activities.

By the time night got around the drummer was sitting at the side of the pool, next to a small table, a beer in his hand as music played in the background. Everyone was doing their own thing: Victoria was swimming, Thomas was preoccupied with a cigarette and his phone and Damiano was sitting on the other side of the previously mentioned table having a conversation with Ethan. It started with speaking about small things before the subject turned more serious.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Damiano had, very early on, caught on his friend’s emotion, he was not very sure that Ethan was aware of his own feelings. It had become a little stupid in the frontman’s mind.

“I am not sure, Dami. She’s great, she is, and we are really close friends but… I don’t know…” Clueless as ever, thought the older man.

“Well, if anything at least you guys have a fucking amazing sex life, everyone can hear,” he laughed out, semi teasing his friend but kind of revaling a piece of information no one had had the heart to tell the tall man.

It caught him by surprise. He was never shy about his sex life, and truth be told he and Y/N never hid their predicament… He simply never thought they were being that loud; maybe that’s exactly the reason he had not understood the others could hear, the reason as to why they were so loud. “Mhm, didn't think you could,” he responded and took a drag of his cigarette.

Damiano copied his action, inhaling his own smoke and releasing it before he decided to say exactly what he was thinking. “Don’t worry about it. I personally don’t mind it, it’s kind of… entertaining.”

If Ethan was surprised before then now he was shocked and blushing. Of course, it was not in his nature to show it, and make this feeling obvious, but he surely had thoughts running through his head now. “So, what? You jack off to us having sex, though about a threesome? What is it?”

“Maybe a bit of both,” said Damiano, looking down at his beer. He was a bit ashamed but at the same time he could not keep his mouth shut, the alcohol overtaking his proper ability to keep some thoughts to himself. “I have to be honest, the noises she makes, they kill me, man.”

Everyone could see the gears in Ethan’s mind turn. On the one hand contemplating his friend’s confession and on the other thinking of all the ways he could punish Y/N for being as loud as she was.“So, if I asked you to join, you’d be in?”

Now it was the frontman’s turn to get shocked and blush, but he certainly could not lie. He would be more than into it, considering the many times he has thought of that, each and every one of them leading to him either taking a cold shower or taking care of himself hoping that it’d be Y/N instead. “Yes, I suppose I would…”

The conversation stayed at that, neither of the two men knowing exactly what to say or do at the time being. Instead they opted to wait it out, see when the proper time comes to bring it up again before deciding on what to do. And that day came soon, sooner than either anticipated.

Y/N had been especially bratty -just maybe two days after the conversation occurred- pushing Ethan to his limit with the teasing, the innuendos and the clothes she was wearing. It was the perfect occasion. A little punishment was in store and the tall man knew exactly how to execute it.

“What the fuck was that?” Ethan’s voice was stern, not nearly close to a yell but authoritative nonetheless, the stoic expression on his face never failing to let Y/N know exactly what he was thinking of: she was going to be fucked, both literally and figuratively, but she was surely into that.

“Such a little slut,” he voiced, pulling the girl to his body, their faces almost touching and their breaths mixing together. A whine left her lips but Ethan was quick to shut it with his words, “you were not complaining when you acted like one, cucciola. In front of everybody as well. Did you see how Dami was looking at you? I’m sure you flashed him at least once all night.”

The girl shivered at what her friend was suggesting, a tingling feeling was taking over her pussy, legs already ready to fail her.

“Maybe he could help me punish you.” These words almost send Y/N in a frenzy. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, an obvious gasp escaping her lips, causing a deep laugh from Ethan.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” She simply nodded her head, mind racing to all the possible outcomes of tonight.

“I need your words, dolcezza. I need your explicit consent to this,” he whispered, holding Y/N’s face in his hands, leaving a kiss just next to her lips.

She softly responded with a yes, voice trembling and low, unable to come out properly. She had gotten probably a little too excited.

“Be a doll and just sit there, yeah. I’m going to go call Damiano. I’m sure he is dying to see how desperate you are to have both of us.” With that the man left the room, presumably going to call his friend over.

When Damiano walked into the room Y/N was violently taken out of her thoughts, the man’s energy overtaking the whole room, his temperament easing any possible worry the girl could have for this situation.

“I’m here dolcezza,” called Damiano, sitting next to her on the bed with the biggest shit eating grin he could possibly have.

“Don’t be so eager, Dami. She’ll be cocky within minutes, we don’t want that.” Always the stern dom he is, Ethan asserted himself over both people in the people. He did not need many words or strong actions to show them who is in charge, a look and his tone were enough to let that be known.

Damiano looked down, in a similar fashion from a few days prior, only this time he was not really shy, more like a puppy that just got yelled at.

“Why don’t you get undressed Damiano, our little puppet over here can not wait to see what you have to offer.” The man mentioned smirked, his confidence reappearing in a second before obliging to his friend’s request.

He decided to play it dirty, going slow, surely attempting to give the little puppet a show. His hands moved slowly, pulling his shirt up and over his head before traveling from his chest to his waist in a seductive way, stopping for just a moment, making sure Y/N’s eyes were right on his own before removing his belt and opening up his pants. In the meanwhile, Ethan had moved Y/N to be sitting on her knees on the floor, in front of the undressing man, eye level with his pants’ zipper.

“Help Damiano, amore. It seems he’s struggling with his pants and you are right where you need to.” She shivered at his words but followed the orders, slowly unbuttoning his pants, her face having moved a little too close -not that it was not welcome- pulling them down and simply gawking at the view in front of her.

She went to move, to please, but her dominating best friend seemed to have other plans.”Not yet, puppet. Come on. This is supposed to be a punishment for you, but we all know how much a cock shucking slut you are. You’ll get his dick but you have more work to do.”

Damiano opposed his friend, already feeling desperate to get whatever he could from the girl below him, dying to feel her lips around his cock, oh and her tongue, oh that tongue he had seen plenty of times devouring ice cream cones in the most pornographic way possible. Sometimes he wished she was in one.

“I think it’s a good start to a punishment, Ethan. She can suck my cocka and then just simply not get it fucking her, yet.” His plan had some practicality to it, knowing very well how much she’d be dying to have a dick buried deep inside her after getting a feel in her mouth.

“I’ll allow it,” said Ethan, starting the process of undressing himself, and looking around the room for anything that could bring more pleasure to everyone involved.

“Well, what are you waiting for, cucciola. Go on, show him how well you blow whistles.” With that the girl wasted no time, pulling Damiano’s boxers down, taking them off him with his help and getting to work. It started off simple, a few pumps at first to get him even harder than he already was (he’d really bet that any man could get hard in seconds seeing her on her knees in front of him, it was a divine view). Her hand was going slowly, her focus on the man’s face, looking up at him all innocently, making sure that his own eyes were on her.

“I am looking at you, dolcezza, don’t worry,” confirmed the man, as if reading her mind.

So, she continued, entirely encouraged to show her best self, to be a good girl for the two men in front of her. Moving on, her hand stayed pumping the man’s cock for a second before her tongue came onto the mix, licking all the way up the curve, a very thick vein getting special attention and then the head. It was already leaking pre-cum, the girl’s antiques driving Damiano insane by the second -and she had not even started blowing him yet. With a push to her head by the singer Y/N really took his cock into her mouth, starting with the head, sucking and bobbing her head a bit, still moving her skilled fingers up and down, with every bob taking more and more of the length reaching a point where she had taken it all. She paused in that place for a second, relaxing her throat, Damiano’s cock resting deep inside her mouth, before she moved in need of breath. The same pattern repeated itself a few more times before the pace got quicker, following the music that was now playing from Ethan’s speaker.

It did not take long for the older man to cum, unexpectedly, in Y/N’s mouth, some delicious sounds leaving her lips and sending vibrations all through his cock, intensifying his orgasm.

“I could have never thought she’s that good, Ethan. Why have you been hoarding her this whole time?” He laughed, all in one breath and blown completely out of his mind.

“Exactly because I know how good she is. But tonight she has been plenty bad, although she’s trying to act all innocent now.”

“I’m a good girl daddy, see?” She questioned, tongue out, showing evidence of her swallowing predicaments, “I took all of it.”

Ethan smiled, looking down to his friend, his big hand holding her jaw and spitting in her mouth as it stayed open. Swallowing that down as well Y/N showed it to the two men, waiting impatiently for the next orders.

No orders came for the time being, Ethan sitting himself on the bed, back resting on the bed frame, opening his legs and motioning for her to sit between them. She clearly obliged, knowing very well that her punishment was already going to be overwhelming but oh so pleasurable and she wanted nothing more.

In all honesty the drummer was played to her needs every time, the punishments being always the outcome she hoped for (except few occasions when she had gotten Ethan so much she ended up edged on for over a week as a punishment, and although the orgasm was spectacular, the wait was torture). Ethan knew it and he was not opposed to it, instead working with the girl’s deviousness.

As she sat between his thighs, back on his chest and palms resting right on his thighs, Ethan used his calves and feet to keep Y/N’s legs spread open, thankful she was wearing a dress and panties that he could easily replace any time he wanted. He prompted Damiano to move between both their legs, face aligned with her pussy, the frontman practically salivating at the sight in front of him.

She had anticipated this night, having bought a cheap but utterly sexy lingerie set online, wearing said lingerie in an attempt to drive Ethan crazy. It was black, with little orange flowers here and there, some lace with mesh material surrounding her pussy, back piece doing little to cover her ass cheeks. Damiano was currently dying at the, almost, disappearance of the fabric due to the wetness leaving absolutely nothing hidden -not that the material could hide much anyway. He moved up, face just a hair’s distance from the wetness, just about to leave a kiss but the other man had different plans.

“Don’t be so eager, Dami, you’ll get what you want in a bit,” he said, palms massaging the girl’s boobs, kisses being left on her neck. “I think she’s overdressed.”

Damiano agreed to the statement, sharing just one simple look with Ethan, reaping the panties apart, her pussy now fully exposed. The singer looked up to his friend once again, a nod of approval being more than enough to shoot the man into action.

His lips swiftly found her clit, not much effort for the skilled man, sucking and kissing the sensitive bud, tongue lapping the juices of her pussy taking advantage of the wetness to stimulate her clit. Y/N’s head fell back, on the drummer’s shoulder, the man taking advantage of the angle and leaving kisses and marks on her neck, one hand always on her chest, the other currently choking her. She moaned so beautifully in his ear, making him harder than he thought he could get, surprised at how well he held himself together.

Damiano kept eating the girl out, fingers starting to dive into her pussy one at a time. He got up to four, said pussy taking them in wonderfully, practically swallowing them within the velvety confines. “I’ve experienced nothing hotter in my life, dolcezza. This pussy is scrumptious, could eat it for days,” he, himself thrusting on the bed, already having gotten hard again, craving some friction. His mouth was leaving wet kisses to her thigh and his fingers were deep inside her, going in and out, Ethan adding his own fingers, playing with her clit edging her closer and closer to the edge.

All the telltales were there: the shaking, the loudness, the closed eyes… She was ready to cum, but it was not something Ethan could allow yet. He stopped his actions, placing a hand on his band mate’s head, said man getting the memo and pausing as well. “You really thought you’d come this easy, amore? Oh no! You have been acting like a desperate slut all day, flashing Damiano and now letting him taste you, knowing it drives me crazy. You have been very naughty,” he explained before shuffling her off his body, moving to stand up.

Y/N could not help but whine, the sound only enabling the two men. “I think she’s been naughty again. Didn’t you say you’d be a good girl, puppet?” She simply nodded head looking down, but not before seeing the look on Damiano’s face. “I think some spanking would put our puppet in place.”

Ethan nodded in agreement, already moving Y/N to bend over the bed, her legs wobbly from her previously denied orgasm. “Count for Damiano, dolcezza,” said the man, leaving a kiss on her back and then starting his actions.

“One.”

Although her words were what was asked of her Damiano was not satisfied, giving her one of his own and speaking up. “Say thank you, puppy, don’t be rude.”

Another spank, “three, thank you,” she followed the orders, jumping forward with every slap on her skin.

As she reached ten it got harder to count. Damiano had started fingering her again, opting to pause his actions after every few thrusts, slamming his palms on her ass cheeks or pussy. It’d be a lie if Y/N said this wasn’t enjoyable-after all she could not stop moaning loudly, but the redness of her ass would disagree.

“Why don’t you keep quiet, puppy? These noises of yours are what got you here. You can’t hide how much you like this, can you, slut?”

For the second time that night, Y/N was on the verge of cumming all over Damiano’s fingers, unable to speak yet again.

“Use,” spank, “your,” spank, “words,” spank.

“I can’t hide, daddy,” she responded, this time leaving an almost screaming moan, eyes rolling all the way to the back of her head, once again almost falling apart.

Before she had the chance Damiano stopped, hands retracting from the girl and into his mouth, tasting her on his lips.

“I think you can take at least one more, puppet. Can you?” Ethan, had been quite distanced this whole time, deciding to let his friend get a taste of his sex partner, but deciding this was the best moment to do his thing.

Y/N nodded in confirmation, letting out a simple “green,” to let Ethan know she was not stopping just yet.

“Beautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.” A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.

It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. “I think you can take a few more spanks,” said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.

“Damiano, count,” ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.

“I think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,” he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.

The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.

“You are doing so well, dolcezza,” praised Damiano, thinking of what to do next.

“Why don’t you get up, puppet. I think it’s time you get what you want.”

At that, her head perked up, already jumping from Ethan’s lap (almost falling while doing so) eager to be fucked and to finally orgasm. “I want you on all fours. You suck me off, Dami can fuck your pussy. I’m sure you’d love that.” She nodded, moving to be in all fours as Ethan stood on his knees on top of the bed, Damiano following suit and placing himself behind Y/N.

“Agh,” he groaned, “sei così bagnata, bambina,” he commented, collecting all the wetness on his cock before pushing inside her.

The action and the moans it emitted caused vibrations to Ethan, making him groan in pleasure, Y/N’s talent to shuck not wavering now. “You like this a lot, puppet, don’t you? Being fucked by my best friend while sucking my cock, huh? You like that?”

She could only hum in response, holes being filled to the brim so pleasurably. It was all better than she expected, more overwhelming, so she could not keep it anymore. She released Ethan’s cock, screaming loudly as her release finally overtook her, Damiano groaning in contentment. He pulled out of her afterwards, jacking himself off a bit before coating her back in his own cum.

Now the only one left unsatisfied was Ethan. His pleasure was cut short for the girl’s release, and although he was not mad, he certainly wanted to feel her.

“Can you handle one more for me, cucciola? You did such a good job so far but I need to feel you.” Y/N nodded and changed her position, this time her legs were in the air, soon to be wrapped around the drummer, eyes half closed in bliss.

“Such a good girl for me,” Ethan praised one more time before he started his rhythm slamming into her. This time it did not take long for both of them to reach their highs, the man riding out both of them and after taking a second to breathe he pulled out, falling right next to her.

“Are you ok?” This time the concerned man was Damiano, a bottle of water already in his hands and ready to give it to the girl.

“Mhm… Thank you,” she mumbled, voice almost a whisper but the smile was hard to miss.

“I think I should leave,” said the front man and he went to get dressed, abandoning the room, leaving only Ethan and Y/N in it.

Ethan got up quickly, looking around for a cloth as he got to the bathroom and wet it with some warm water. Coming back, he used it to clean Y/N up; her back from Damiano’s cum, her face from the cum and her dried up juices and her pussy from the left over wetness, a pair of underwear and a t-shirt in his other hand.

“Come one, dolcezza, you did so good. You’ll go to sleep in just a second. Come one, help me get you dressed,” he voiced and started leaving kisses on her face.

“You took both of us wonderfully, thank you.” Another hum as a response.

Ethan realized how at this point she had fallen asleep, fucked out and exhausted, he did not expect her to stay awake.

“I only wish I could tell you this when you’re awake… I think I’m in love with you."

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