#and this isn't like an 'oh English just isn't his first language' thing btw

[witchcraftingboop]

Boss: I don't know if you know this, but I'm not very good at readi-

Me, who has to be called in to read the check numbers for him because switching from paper to digital irritates his "perfect vision" eyes: Oh I know, I'm very aware actually

[kitchensinksurrealism]

whenever people talk about what they were like 13 and i'm thinking like "wait that was me when i was 15" or someone's describing a stereotypical 18 year old and that was just me when i was 20. etc etc etc etc so like. although there's no way to be one particular age and everyone ages at different speeds. but idk it all adds up that i always seem to act 2 years younger at any age. soooooo tag ramble

[yoyomomiko]

TYSM 4 THE DAISUKE HEADCANON, IT SO CUTE I WAMT TO SQUISH HIS CHEEKS SO BAD OMGGGWGWHAHAH...anyways. HUGGING/CUDDLING/SLEEPING, KISSING, PET NAMES/NICKNAMES HEADCANONS...AS IS WJAT ARE HIS FAVE ONES???? OR OMG LIKE JEALOUSY HC, OR TEXTING, AS IN IS HE A FAST TEXTER OR SOMEONE WHO REPLIES LATER? HOW WOULD HE WRITE AND DOES HE SEMD RANDOM THINGS OR LIKE THOSE SAPPY GOODNIGHT/GOODMORNING TEXTS?...hope it's not annoying🧍, also u dont have 2 write them all!! im just legit tweaking for that man🙏🧎😭

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: slight mention of nsfw on the sleeping part, but in reality it's just what the other crew thinks :)) not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

HC: hugging, cuddling, kissing and sleeping with our favorite boy!!

(A/N): DW I LOVE WRITING FOR DAISUKE!! I mean who ISN'T tweaking about that man😍 This is a bit boring but um yeah😢 I HAVE LIKE SO MANY REQUESTS FOR THIS MAN ALREADY IDK HOW I'M GONNA FINISH WRITING THEM ALL I'M HAVING A VERY BUSY WEEK BUT OH WELL!!

╰┈➤ This is like a part 1 btw since I'm gonna write EVERYTHING you requested because I'm crazy like that😁 -> m.list

-- part 2

★HUGGING

You can't tell me this man doesn't love hugs.

For short hugs, he's gonna quickly put a hand around your shoulder. Or maybe he'll just keep you in a quick embrace before letting go.

For longer hugs, he's going to keep one of his hands on the small of your back and the other on your upper back.

OR he's gonna just hold his arm loosely around your waist, it depends😋

Daisuke loves to hold you, that's a fact. He just likes being with you in general, he feels lucky af

★CUDDLING

Like I mentioned in another post, if you sleep in the same bed, you'll get cuddles every single night, I don't make the rules.

Daisuke doesn't mind if he's the big spoon or the little spoon, just CUDDLE with him

If he's the big spoon, he will keep you close, hold you to his chest, arms loosely wrapped around you, pulling you in.

If he's the little spoon, he's gonna curl up and let you spread out or whatever, you can even throw your leg over him he doesn't mind

He's probably gonna let you lay your head on his arm, but then he'll have that weird, tingly static-like feeling covering his whole arm

But he'd be too embarrassed to just pull his arm away, even if it hurts him, he just kinda lets you stay there since he doesn't wanna ruin your comfort.

He's usually the little spoon, he just likes being held and wrapped in your arms. He feels more comfortable that way.

But at the same time, he LOVES being the big spoon, because he feels like he's keeping you safe and secure from whatever difficulties or 'monsters' there are (jabortion)

I feel like his favourite cuddling position is Sweetheart's Cradle, he just prefers to hold you like that, it's easier for him and it's just 'so romantic' (his words not mine)

If you aren't aware of what that position is, google it because I have NO idea how to explain it mb gang😢

If he wants cuddles he's gonna nudge you and lay his head on your shoulder, and if you don't get the hint he's gonna trust fall on you

Lovely cuddles btw, he lives for them and he loves them so so much!!

★KISSING

Okay so he's whipped

Kiss him on the lips while you're passing by him and he's gonna be at your feet

He loves loves LOVES when you just place a small kiss on his forehead and tell him he did something great

I'm telling you I just KNOW this man would kiss every single inch of your body

He likes to kiss the back of your hand softly while doing something for you, he feels like you're a princess

That's right, you don't feel like you're a princess, he feels like you're a princess

I feel like he enjoys short kisses more than long ones, he prefers them quick idk🤷‍♀️

BUT he doesn't mind making out with you so um GO AHEAD😋

Daisuke probably would risk it and make out with you somewhere other than the bedrooms, but he'd be scared that you two would get caught. It's just the THRILL he feels when he does it that gets him going, yk?

PULL ON HIS HAIR WHILE MAKING OUT

He's gonna ask for reassurance to make sure he's kissing you goof enough

★SLEEPING

CUDDLES EVERY NIGHT

Omg SLEEP WITH HIMMMM

I feel like he loves having you play with his hair while whispering praises to him as he slowly drifts to sleep (who doesn't😢)

Daisuke will also just talk about his day while you're also falling asleep, listening to him rant and babble on and on about what he accomplished

I kinda think that at some point someone caught you two sleeping together and probably had other ideas

SWANSEA: He probably rushed to wake up Daisuke, since Daisuke usually kinda just sleeps in. He opens the door to reveal that the young man isn't in fact alone, but accompanied by another person. Swansea notices it's you and all of the sudden something clicks in his head, realizing why Daisuke would talk so much about you. He doesn't mind it, as long as you two are happy. Of course, Swansea at first thought you two did something, but he quickly reassured you guys that he doesn't mind as long as you two don't wake him up at night.

"It's fine, just stay quiet and don't wake me up at night. Don't make this a habit."

ANYA: She wanted you to help her with something, not bothering to knock on your door as she opened and took a look inside. She scanned the room, only to notice you laying in bed asleep with Daisuke. She thought it was sweet and cracked a smile, but probably also thought you two did something else. She felt guilty for invading your privacy and quickly closed the door. She didn't expect you to do such things, but it wasn't a surprise it was Daisuke who was next to you. She's gonna DENY that she opened the door to your room.

"Did you need something earlier this morning?" "What? No, I don't know what you're talking about..."

Jimbo has no reason to enter either of your rooms, and neither does Curly.

Anyways, Daisuke loves sleeping with you because that just makes time for extra cuddles. He doesn't mind if anybody says anything about that, he simply does not care.

Your room or his room? Good question. Both, both is good.

It's usually his room, it just feels better that way. Plus, he has a Gameboy and you two stay up at night playing or watching him play!!

Stays cuddled up with you beneath the blankets to keep you safe!!

He snores. Loudly. You either have to wake him up so he can shut up or you just get used to it.

Since he sleeps with his mouth open he also sometimes drools, BUT, he never managed to drool on your sheets so I guess that's fine😣

He's fine omg

JUST SLEEP WITH HIM IN ANY WAY HE'S GONNA LOVE IT!!

★yoyomiko ★miko

[gothicfied]

a fic where Dae-Ho (or anyone) comforts a reader to bed because she/he is haunted by seeing people getting shot, blood and etc. Pretty please?🥺 He also is on watch during lights out and comforts them again while noticing them having reoccurring nightmares and mumbling in their sleep. You could also turn this the other way around because my boy Dae-Ho needs some comfort too! 😖

love your fics and past work btw!! ^^

Sleepless Nights - Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 x Reader

Summary: After past trauma from being a marine, Dae-ho isn't handling the circumstances of the games well. Thankfully, you're there when he needed you the most.

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, gunshots, PTSD (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's fluff/comfort, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Word count: 812 Words

A/N: hii and thank you sm! I loved this idea actually🙏🙏

Your eyes hurt from staying up so long, counting down the seconds until it was Dae-ho's turn to be on watch. The night was grueling and long — all you could do was stare ahead and think about all the past decisions that led you here. I shouldn't have done this, I could've done that.. you were just breaking your mind like that. After you almost nodded to sleep *again*, you decided this was the best time to wake your friend up and get some well deserved rest.

Quietly, you shuffled to the mattresses Gi-hun had your group set up, searching for Dae-ho in the dark. When you spotted his jacket from behind, the number '388' still readable with little to no light, you went to tap him on the shoulder. That was before you noticed him jolting and breathing quite heavily in his sleep, his face contorted with something like fear. Oh, he was having a nightmare. What are you supposed to do now? Wake him up to free him from his dream? Or should you just leave him be? Would that be bad?

While you were slightly panicking, Dae-ho woke up himself from feeling someone looming over him. His eyes immediately darted to you and he quickly sat up, like he was ready to fight you. "Hey.. hey, it's okay! It's me." you whispered, backing up a bit to give him some space. Dae-ho blinked a couple of times, his mind still reeling with the thoughts of his nightmare. The one that was reoccurring ever since he got here. The man took a deep breath and dropped his head down for a moment, just staring at his lap. "Are.. you okay? Did you have a nightmare?"

Dae-ho simply nodded and smiled, trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal. "Yeah, don't worry about me. This happens.. all the time." The shakiness of his voice suggested otherwise. "Is it my time to be on watch?" With a confused, and slightly concerned, look you slowly nodded shifting a bit. Dae-ho slowly stood up, as not to disturb Jun-hee who was sleeping right beside him, and took another deep breath. "Are you actually okay? You seem really shaken up. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Dae-ho smiled again, this time genuinely, silently appreciating your concern. "No.. no, I don't want to bother you. You need to sleep, come on." He pointed down at the mattress, signaling for you to just lay down and let him handle his own business. That's how he always did it anyway, he didn't like to feel like his problems were burdening others, especially in here. "No, don't be ridiculous. I'll sit down with you for a second." So, you just took Dae-ho's hand and led him to the designated spot a bit further away from your sleeping space. The blue 'O' and the red 'X' on the floor illuminated the whole area, the light of both reflecting on his face.

"I've had this nightmare since I got here." Dae-ho started the conversation again, his eyes glued to the big metal door, where the pink guards would always emerge from. "This whole thing.. people getting shot, people dying all because they're in debt," his voice was barely above a whisper, "it's so messed up. I'm a marine.. I should be- Oh, I don't know. It reminds me of all the things I had to facd while serving this country." You nodded along, letting out a 'mhm' to show him you were listening. You didn't really think about it that way at all — Of course this would affect him so much, he probably had PTSD.

"I can't say that I know what that feels like, but I definitely understand." you whispered back, slowly turning your head to look at him. You felt really bad, but you also didn't know how to better the situation. All you could do is wish that this nightmare would soon end with everyone finally coming to their senses and voting 'X'. Dae-ho scrunched his nose, now burying his face in his hands. You couldn't tell if he was crying or was still shaken up, but you put your arm around him nonetheless. Like he always did with you when you were scared or stressed.

Feeling your arm around him, Dae-ho took this as an invitation and immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. "Thank you for being here with me." he mumbled into your shoulder, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Your expression softened, hugging him back after a few moments. His skin felt hot against yours and it kind of felt like he was suffocating you with his arms, but you couldn't be happier when Dae-ho expressed his gratitude.

"Of course. I'll stay up with you for a little bit longer, okay?"

[lnracer]

oscar meets a new girl at hotel, and the reason why she got his attention was because she didn't watch F1 so she didn't knew him, which made him feel interested since she definitely knows 0 about him (sorry for any typo😭 English isn't my first language and it's like 4am here but I hope you understood what I said)

➵ Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Female Reader.

➵ Warnings: None.

➵ Word Count: 1.555k.

➵ a/n: Ahh, tysm for your request! Also, don't worry, I was able to understand your vision (and loved it btw!) I hope you like it and that I was able to write what you imagined! ☺️🧡

Oscar stepped through the revolving glass doors of the grand hotel in Barcelona, the energy that only a Grand-Prix weekend could provide already in the air. Cameras flashed from a distance, teams hurried by, and somewhere nearby, the pulse of the city mixed with the hum of engines and anticipation.

As he adjusted his backpack, moving through the lobby, a sudden soft collision made him stumble slightly.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” a sweet voice said, warm and apologetic.

Oscar looked down to see a girl, probably early twenties, with effortless elegance — polished but approachable. She smiled politely, cheeks faintly flushed.

“It’s alright.” Oscar said smoothly, steadying himself. He glanced at her again and noticed something strange — she didn’t have that spark of recognition in her eyes, no hint that she knew who he was.

Curious, but not wanting to seem rude, he said nothing about it. Instead, he offered a small smile and moved on, the question quietly lingering behind his gaze.

“I’m really sorry,” she said again, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear with a sheepish smile. “It’s just— this weekend is insane. Formula One’s in the building, so everyone’s walking around like they’ve had three espressos and a panic attack.”

Oscar huffed a quiet laugh, shifting his weight. “Yeah, I’ve heard it tends to have that effect.”

She smiled at him again, kind and genuine, then glanced around as if remembering she was supposed to be somewhere else. But something made her stay a beat longer.

“You don’t look like you’re here for it either,” Oscar said, tone casual as he slung the strap of his backpack higher on his shoulder.

Her brows lifted slightly. “F1? No, I mean— I do know it’s the reason most people are here, but I wouldn’t recognize anyone if I tripped over them.” She gave a tiny laugh.

Oscar quirked an eyebrow, amused — Oh, the irony. “So what brings you here then? Just visiting?”

She blinked once, then tilted her head. “Oh. No, I actually live here.” She said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He blinked. “In the hotel?”

“Top floor,” she said with a proud little grin. “My dad owns the place. So… yeah, I’m kind of the live-in plant whisperer-slash-chaos manager.”

Oscar let out a soft, surprised laugh. “Right. That’s… not what I was expecting.”

“Most people think I’m lost,” she said, eyes twinkling as she rocked slightly on her heels. “But I’m usually just hiding from someone asking about towels or logistics.”

Oscar found himself lingering, even as staff passed by with walkie-talkies and guests bustled in behind him.

She didn’t recognize him. Not even a flicker of familiarity. And somehow, that made her stand out more than anyone else had all week.

𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃

The next morning, the buffet hall buzzed with quiet luxury — clinking cutlery, the soft hum of conversation, and the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and buttery pastries. Oscar had managed to get up early enough to beat the rush, but not early enough to avoid it completely.

He was pouring himself orange juice when a familiar voice drifted in from behind.

“Hey, it's you! The guy I nearly tripped over yesterday.”

Oscar turned, a half-smile tugging at his lips as he found her standing beside him, this time in a soft cream cardigan and satin lounge pants that somehow still looked expensive. Her hair was loosely tied, and there was a barely-there sleepiness in her eyes that made her look even sweeter.

“Guilty,” he said. “You back at it again, terrorizing hotel guests?”

She let out a chuckle. “Only the ones who don’t watch where they’re going.”

They both reached for the same slice of chocolate cake, and she let him take it, lifting her hands in mock surrender. “Please, go ahead. Guests first.”

He arched a brow, amused. “That sounds oddly official.”

“Well,” she teased, “I do live here.”

Oscar laughed under his breath and offered his hand, finally. “I’m Oscar.”

“Y/N,” she said, slipping her hand into his. Warm. Light. “Nice to meet you, officially.”

They walked together toward the fruit section, plates in hand.

“So,” she said, glancing sideways, “have you had a chance to explore the city, or are you here for...?”

Oscar hesitated, eyes flicking down for a split second. “Kind of here for work.”

“Oh?” she asked, genuinely interested. “What do you do?”

He scratched the back of his neck, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. “I, uh… drive. Professionally.”

Her brows furrowed for a second, then softened again. “Oh! Like a chauffeur?”

He chuckled. “Not exactly.”

She tilted her head, eyes curious but still gentle. “Then what kind of driving?”

Oscar paused, then gave a shrug. “It’s complicated.”

Her laugh bubbled up again, not pressing him any further. “Alright, mystery man. Keep your secrets.”

He glanced at her, slightly stunned by her lack of insistence. No asking for selfies, no sudden realization. Just... her.

And for some reason, that made breakfast taste better.

𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃

Oscar had barely made it through the revolving door before he tugged at the collar of his McLaren team shirt, exhaustion clinging to his limbs like humidity. Free Practice had been long, the media duties even longer, and all he wanted was a shower and something that didn’t involve the word “sector.”

The hotel’s lobby was quieter now — low golden lighting, soft piano music in the background, staff moving at half-speed as the day began to wind down.

And yet, just as he rounded the corner toward the guest elevators—

Thud. A soft bump into a familiar shoulder.

Again.

She gasped softly, stumbling back a step. “Oh my god— you again?”

Oscar let out a tired chuckle. “At this point, I think the universe is doing it on purpose.”

Y/N stood there in a silky slip dress layered with a cardigan, barefoot in fluffy slippers. She looked like midnight comfort and candlelight — like warmth.

Her eyes fell to his shirt, and her gaze lingered.

McLaren.

The logo. The colors. The sponsors.

Something clicked.

Her lips curved into the most knowing, gentle smile. “So... you are part of the buzz this weekend.”

Oscar rubbed the back of his neck, lips twitching upward. “Busted.”

“I knew that ‘I drive professionally’ line was suspiciously vague,” she teased, a soft giggle slipping out. “Let me guess… you’re not the guy who parks the Aston Martins out front?”

“Not unless I really mess up my race on Sunday,” he said dryly, and she laughed, full and free.

“Well, Mr. Mystery Driver,” she said, looking up at him with sparkling eyes, “I hope Barcelona’s treating you well.”

He tilted his head, something softer passing over his expression. “It is now.”

There was a beat of silence between them, light and open. Then she gave him a small, playful nudge with her elbow.

“Good. Just try not to run me over next time, yeah?”

He smiled, stepping into the elevator as the doors opened behind him. “No promises.”

As they closed, she gave a little wave with the tips of her fingers — and he found himself already wondering when they’d bump into each other again.

𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃

The elevator doors had just started to close when Oscar’s hand darted out, stopping them with a soft ding. Y/N had already turned to head back towards the lobby when she heard it.

“Wait— Y/N.”

She paused, glancing over her shoulder.

He looked suddenly less composed than usual — one hand on the edge of the door, hair slightly messy from the long day, voice just a little rougher from hours of talking. But his eyes? Still warm. Still soft.

“If you’re ever curious about the whole Formula One thing,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I wouldn’t mind showing you a bit of it. Y’know. Explaining the chaos. Only if you’re interested, of course.”

Y/N blinked, the offer catching her off-guard for half a second before a smile broke across her lips, wide and genuine. “I think I could be convinced.”

Oscar’s shoulders relaxed, his own smile curling quietly at the corners.

She took a small step closer, tilting her head thoughtfully. “And I’m pretty sure I could sneak us a plate of leftover pastries from the kitchen. Just in case the lesson needs snacks.”

He laughed under his breath, something easy and unguarded. “Now that sounds like a good deal.”

“Then it’s a date,” she said breezily, but her eyes lingered with a softness that suggested something more than casual.

Oscar watched as she walked off through the hallway, her slippers making no sound on the polished marble. He stayed there for a second, the elevator forgotten behind him, a quiet smile tugging at his lips.

Funny, he thought. He came to Barcelona for speed, engines, and lap times.

And yet, the best part of his weekend so far had just offered him stolen pastries and her time.

And he couldn’t wait for both.

[leonsgfpost]

note: Hi! this is my third official post, crazy stuff. Thanks so much for all the support, I didn't think my trash was any good 😭 Btw, I hope you enjoy this too. English isn't my first language, so sorry if there's a mistake. 💕

tags: smut, comfort, insecurities, Leon is so cute, Leon x fem! reader, doggy style, orgasms and more!

Leon loves you madly. He really does. So every time you ask that question, "Do you love me?" he answers honestly, just because he can't tear his heart out and give it to you.

This man is capable of lowering the moon if you ask him to, he would do anything for you. He is honest, he doesn't lie. He wakes you up with soft kisses, on his days off he hugs you as if you were the only thing that keeps him grounded. You are everything to him.

And it's not that you doubt him, but different situations in your past led you to be insecure, to a sour whirlpool forming inside you about it. About him. Even now, when he's balls-deep inside you.

"Leon, Leon-" You murmured between ragged gasps, feeling his chest pressing hard against your back holding you in place. Taking every thrust he gave you. "Do you love me-?" And that feeling inside you came again. You felt like crying. Maybe from the pleasure, or maybe from the overwhelming sensations.

For a moment you think he doesn't hear you because of his current state. Heavy breathing, eyes tightly closed, body sweaty and his mind blank every time he sinks down to touch that spongy spot inside you.

But he wouldn't miss a hair of yours.

"I love you, I do, dear.... More than anything." He affirmed again, because he would repeat it to you every time you want. And the question sounds unreal in his fucked up head, of course he loves you. You're the only person he can open up to, show that young man who died inside him in 1998. He even took the audacity to have hopes, dreams again. Because next to you nothing seemed impossible.

"I love you, I love you." He murmured in your ear along with the low moans he couldn't contain, not when your walls were sucking him in so good. And I'd be lying if I said not now he's the one who wants to cry. He'd kiss every part of your body, kiss you all over until he could make you forget everything. Just like he does when he's with you.

His hips try to keep his deep rhythm, while his arms search for a way to embrace you to keep him grounded. Your ass is smacked by his pelvis every time he plunges in, over and over again with ambition. The wet sound of your wet pussy is the complete opposite of the cute words coming from Leon's lips.

"You're the only one for me, you're everything to me...Oh, G-God-" Now he started to ramble, trying to get his whole cock inside you until he can fuck your brains out and make you forget.

"Fuck, I love you, baby-!" His voice was already shaking, but I didn't know if it was from the effort of pushing you or the effort not to cry over you like a fucking baby.

"C-Come on, say you love me too." His voice tried to sound demanding, but it sounded like a plea. A desperate plea to know that you loved him too, because he wanted to be loved. He needed it.

"I love you, Leon. I-I love you, I love you so much." You said obediently, your voice coming out choked from having your face buried in the sheets. Your hair was disheveled, little beads of sweat trickling down your back and trembling thighs trying to support your weight. And little tears began to fill the corners of your eyes.

Maybe he had already fucked your brains out.

And Leon's chest tightened, pushing his lips carelessly into your hot cheeks. He was always so sweet even when he was fucking you like you were a slut. His cock bullying your bruised pussy again and again, because he couldn't catch a break. You were the air he needed to feel alive.

You made him feel alive.

As alive as he was now, as his hips began to quiver and his thrusts became sloppy, feeling his cock contracting tightly inside your walls. He could lose his mind right now for you.

His fingers moved down to play with your painfully throbbing clit, you let out a high pitched moan and your walls tightened feeling the familiar euphoria explode inside you, your orgasm coming in a sloppy way. Your body immediately relaxed into the sheets, trying to recover, but Leon wouldn't slow down, not when he was so close too.

He released your clit to run a sticky hand up to one of your tits, kneading it as if it were his own anti-stress toy. He carelessly kissed your wet cheeks and his hips pushed all the way in, releasing all his seed inside you. His cock contracted and discounted with spasms, giving you all of him.

"I love you." He whispered weakly, hugging you and trying not to fall on top of you. His heart beating fast in his chest, beating for you.

Because Leon Scott Kennedy loves you more than anyone. And he would devote every day of the rest of his life to prove it to you, if you let him.

were there too many "I love you"s? haha, sorry! But I can't help but think that Leon really needs a lot of love.

Let me know if u liked this, thanks!! 🎀💗

bye, bye (💌)

[lorcalush]

A Night at the Club

Pairing: Yelena belova(Thunderbolts*) x f!reader

Summary: After a long day at work, you head to a lively club with friends, hoping to shake off stress and maybe meet someone new. Amid the music and dancing, you lock eyes with a mysterious, rugged, blonde woman with a Russian accent who instantly captivates you.

Word Count: 2537

AN: This is literally the first fanfic I have ever written (and out of all the things it had to be a reader insert ofc). I kinda wrote this sort of as a experiment, since I've been reading fanfics for some time, but I've never written, so I'm open to constructive criticism and I hope you enjoy!

btw. english isn't my first language, so there might be some errors!

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It was a late night at the club at 75th street. You had gotten back from your 9 to 5, to your apartment and changed into that pretty red dress you had bought a few weeks ago, it was a special dress since all your other club clothes were more conservative than you would like to admit. You had grown up in a household in which you couldn’t even go to school in a tank top, even if it was over 100. But now that you were young and out of your parent’s house, all off on your own, saving up and spending on a few night trips here, you had no one telling you what to wear. And tonight felt special, so little red dress it was. 

You had arrived at the club with some of your friends. You had wanted to go to this club for quite some time, hearing that it was a perfect place to find a hot new partner. After being dumped right before the night of your University graduation party, you had needed some space and time to heal, but after a few months out of school and into your new life, you knew it was time to get back in the game. 

Reggaeton and Pop blasted on the speakers as you danced and ordered drinks with your friends. Sweat running down your brow from all the dancing, your face glistening with a smile as your friends hyped you up on the dance floor. You definitely weren't the best dancer but that gave you all something to laugh about as you tried. You left the dance floor momentarily, going to go get a drink from the bar near the entrance. As you waited for your drink to be poured, you noticed the doors of the entrance opening, letting a group of people in and oh my God. 

In came three dirty and beaten individuals, all dressed rather awkward for a club and more like they had been running all night fighting for their lives, covered in sweat and dirt. A dark brown haired woman that had a bandage around her arm. A long black haired guy was holding a rag to his temple and the tall blond man with a beard next to him waddled in with a limp. You didn’t think too much of it, I mean it was New York after all there was weirdness at every corner, so you started to turn in your chair back to the bartender who handed you your drink. Then as they began to move, a fourth person emerged. In came a short messy blond haired girl with a small cut on her lip, looking rather fed up with her life and tired. Just one look was all it took for you to have your eyes glued on her, she walked to the other side of the bar, where the group of people she entered with had sat down, ordering drinks. The way she walked to the bar and downed the nearest shot, liquor running down her chin and onto her neck, made you feel something flutter deep down in your stomach. You had never seen someone so hot and gorgeous before and you knew that if you could muster up the courage to ask for her number, you would have won the lottery cause she looked like a dream. You could only hope she was as charming as she was attractive. You took your shot from the bar counter and downed it in one go, running over to your friends to tell them about this mysterious stranger you had seen.

“There she is!!!” you squealed to your friends who were on the side of the dance floor. 

“Wait, the short blond one that is all beaten up and sweaty???” 

“Yess! Isn’t she so breathtaking!”

One of your friends said teasingly “well if she’s so mesmerizing, why don’t you go and talk to her?”

You hid your face in your hands, “no, she’s way too fine to just go and talk to!”

One of your friends smiled mischievously. “Well then if you don’t feel confident enough to talk, how about you dance to get her attention.”

“What? You all know how terrible I am at dancing! And plus who does that?!”

“Um, everyone hot does that and you girl are looking like a show with that red dress of yours, so go get on that dance floor before she leaves!”

Your friends all moved your blushing self, to the dance floor. Even if the spot you were on was across from the otherside of the bar where the girl was chatting, your friends kept on slowly ushering you to cross the dance floor little by little. Honestly, you were still too shy to really dance and most of the songs were mid, so you shimmied awkwardly for a while in your spot, before scooting a bit towards the other side and over again. 

Once you were a little more than halfway through the dance floor, you could get a better look at her. She was still turned around facing the bartender and trying to balance a toothpick on the bar counter, while her friend holding what seemed like a piece of bent junk metal, that kinda looked like a taco, tried to win an arm wrestling contest with the darked hair and buff version of Kurt Cobain. You started to be relieved since she hadn’t seen you awkwardly moving through the dance floor, when all of a sudden, your favorite song came on. You quickly turned to your friends behind you and squealed in excitement with them. In the group chat, you guys had bet that they weren't gonna play this song since it was too obscure. You forgot about the attractive blond women sitting on a stool on the bar for a second and let yourself be consumed by the music. Jumping and singing with your friends to the beat of the song, holding your drinks in one hand and the other holding your friend’s hand as you all enthusiastically danced and sang to the music. Your friend holding your hand, stops for a second to spin you on the dance floor, your friends cheering you on. 

You spun, nearly spilling your drink, arms above your head, hair whipping in the air

And then you saw her.

Her eyes and yours meet through the haze of colored lights and crowded bodies.

Leaning back against the bar, one hand wrapped around her glass, the girl tilted her head ever so slightly, mid-sip. The overhead lights kissed her cheekbones, catching in her eyes, hazel, but not just hazel. They were smoldering gold and forest fire, warm and dangerous all at once. Eyes that didn’t just look at you, they studied you. 

You finished being spun by your friend and tried to regain your balance. Had she really looked at you? You turned around to the bar, once again making eye contact with her. Her eyes seemed to be undressing you slowly. 

She crossed her legs and lowered her drink, her lips curved into the ghost of a smile, subtle and knowing.

Heat runs up your face and you turn around immediately to your friends, who had noticed the little moment between you two. They’re all grinning like they already know how this night ends, and it’s not with you sleeping alone.

“Oh my god, she looked right at you,” one of your friends gasps, grabbing your arm like you might float away if they don’t anchor you.

“I can’t,” you whisper, shaking your head as you try to cool the fire blooming across your cheeks. “She’s too much, I can't!” you say. 

“Omg! The way she was looking at you? Like you were a dessert.”

You glance over your shoulder, just once, and instantly regret it. She’s still there. Still stupidly gorgeous. Her lips brushing the rim of her glass and you swear her eyes flick up again. Or maybe you're imagining it. You're panicking too much to know. 

“I’m not going over there, I’ll combust!”

“Then good thing you’ve got us,” your friend says, suddenly grabbing your hand.

Before you can protest, your friend’s hands are on your shoulders, gently guiding you through the crowd. You're half laughing and half panicking, nervous as hell. 

Each step makes your heartbeat louder. Every second closer, your thoughts scramble: What do I say? What if I stutter? What if she’s not into me? What if she is?

And then, you’re there. Right in front of her.

And she looks up, eyes gleaming with that same, unreadable warmth. Slow. Curious. Dangerous.

She sets her glass down and leans back just slightly, “Hey.” Her voice is smooth, low, wrapped in a thick Russian accent that hits you like gravity suddenly doubled. It rolls through you, unexpected and ridiculously attractive, sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your knees. For a split second, your brain short-circuits, like you forgot how language works.

After panicking for the millionth time this night, you turn back to look at your friends for help, they are already scrambling away, saying something about needing to get a fresh breath of air. You are for sure gonna beat them up later. 

Defeated and nervous, you turn and look at the woman in front of you, she is wearing a black leather jacket with padding on the elbows and shoulders. Why would anyone wear something like that to the club? Not that you were complaining, cause she looked absolutely lethal and divine. 

She notices your confused expression and says “ah, don’t mind my outfit and” she points at her face, “this, I just came back from umm work, what’s your name?”

Her tone seemed to hint that “work” was something secretive, so you didn’t ask any further. “Um it’s fine, I’m y/n, what’s yours?” You took a seat next to her at the bar, putting down your drink. Her friends hadn’t even realized you had taken a seat, they were too busy arguing, something about the cost of a coffee machine. 

She turned to you, looking up for a second, hesitating, before replying “it’s Yelena. Quite the show you were putting on out there on the dance floor, huh?”

You smiled “yeah, my friends threw me in there for the most part.”

“Really? And what was the other part that got you to dance so hot I started wondering who you were trying to impress?”

You sat there stunned, caught somewhere between laughing and forgetting how to breathe. Her voice wrapped around you like velvet, that damn accent making every word hit harder. You tried to think of something clever to say, but your heart was running at one hundred miles per hour. So instead, you glanced down at your drink, smiled shyly, and said, “Would it be too much if I said... maybe you?”

You looked towards her, her smile deepened, slow and electric. She must have known what she was doing to you. 

“How about I offer you a drink?” She asked. “What would you like?”

“How about I get a shot of what you're drinking?”

“Are you sure sweetheart? It’s vodka…” she raises her eyebrow at you. You smile back and nod, “it’s fine I haven’t had vodka in a while, might be good to have another try at it.” While it was true that you hadn’t drank vodka in a while, you felt like you needed a shot of something strong for confidence if you were gonna be talking with this woman for sometime.  

Yelena turned towards the bartender and ordered two shots of vodka. While the bartender served them up, she asked you “so, what brings you here to this club y/n?”

You looked down and fixed your dress, which was starting to ride low, pulling up the neckline and fidgeting with the hem, pulling it down. “Well, I haven’t gone out in some time to the club and tonight seemed like a special night, so now I’m here.”

She looked down at your dress, seeming to notice how you adjusted it “You look beautiful,” she said, her gaze flicking back to your eyes. “But it’s that spark in your step that made it impossible not to look twice at you on that dance floor.”

You couldn’t believe it. Was she really hitting on you??? ”Oh um thank you, I just really liked the song that came on”

She handed you your shot, “oooh yeah, that song is pretty good, I have no idea why clubs never play it”

“I know right! I mean, if they hadn’t played it, you probably wouldn’t have noticed me singing and dancing so hard, you know.” You took the small glass and eyed it for a second. 

“Well then, good thing they finally got the playlist right tonight, ’cause if they hadn’t, I might’ve missed the girl stealing the spotlight without even trying.” She clinked her glass gently against yours, her smile just a little crooked, a little dangerous. “And that would’ve been a damn shame.” 

She downs the shot and you do too. Please God, let this give me the confidence I need right now to just even look at her in the eyes you think. 

“Okay then, so why are you here?” you point to her friends ranting behind her, and “I’m guessing those are your colleagues?” 

She fidgets with her drink looking down, “oh well, we just finished a job and we needed something to relax before going home,” she turns around glancing rather disgusted at her friends who were chanting “one more, one more!” while the dark haired guy with a pissed off look on his face pulled out his wallet and told the bartender to get another round.

She turned back to you and signed, “and yeah, unfortunately those are my colleagues.”

You laughed, “Alright, I was worried one of them might be your boyfriend or something”

She burst out laughing, “My boyfriend? Please, if I had that bad of taste, I’d have bigger problems than my stupid coworkers.” She smirked, taking a slow sip of her drink. “No, I’m very much available… in case that’s what you were hoping for...”

“Maybe I was…”

“What about you?” she asked, looking up at you inquisitively.

“I’m open too” you say leaning a bit closer to her, that vodka must have been doing something to you, because you leaned a bit closer and with half lidded eyes that moved down her face from her eyes to her full lips. 

She licked her lips slowly, her tongue just grazing the corner of her mouth, before running her hand through her tousled blonde hair. Her fingers moved with lazy purpose, combing back the strands and letting them fall in a deliberately messy cascade behind her ear. The motion was effortless, sensual, like she knew exactly what it was doing to you. Her gaze never left yours as she leaned in just a touch closer, her voice low and thick with implication.

“Perfect, cause I wasn’t thinking of going home alone tonight.”

You swallowed hard, heart hammering. “Neither was I.”

[orphicswanart]

Madatobi week day 2 - Hanahaki disease

story under the cut ^^ ( btw English is not my first language)

Labored coughing was heard throughout the halls of the Senju main house, agonizingly dry and heavy. Choking on the flowers that symbolized romance and passion now just reminds him of what he could never have. Something that will bring him to his grave sooner than anyone wanted.

Thorns made him vomit more blood than any other, making his voice hoarse and pitiful, as pitiful as he felt. Lying on the cushions, of the bed that Hashirama insisted he'd lay on, books scattered on the floor, some pages have drops of blood on them, and a now cold tea at his bedside table in an easy reach so he doesn't have to strain his body further than his brother wanted.

Tobirama couldn't stand it, he didn't cry often but looking at his brother's face made him tear up...it made him feel hollow, how grim everyone had been around him, however, he couldn't do a thing. He didn't want to lose his feelings and his memories of the ones he loved.

He remembered his father how unfeeling he was, how he never felt an inkling of love for anyone. Later he learned that his father sacrificed his happiness, his memories, and his emotions for the good of the clan. He loved another who didn't love him back ...Tobirama wondered if their father hadn't had the surgery would he be gentler, would he laugh with them, would he love their mother the way she deserved, would they be happy. The questions were interrupted by another suffocating cough that made him tear up. A red rose forced its way out.

Oh, how he wished this could stop, he could have gotten the surgery, and now it's too late, he was in pain and it did him little good to think about what he could do, if only he had taken one of the options, his only one was to confess but he also couldn't confess either as his love was vile, he fell for a man, something that was looked down upon. He was sure he would die on the spot as the man he loved hated him. How could somebody love a thing like him. How...

"Tobirama..." A deep rich voice caught his attention. Oh the man he loved, the man for whom the roses bloomed in his chest was looking at him with pity. "I came to check on you per your brother's request..."

Madara sat down and gently wiped some blood away from his mouth. "I wish I could help you cure this flower sickness..." he rasped. He lightly coughed and placed his bare hand to his mouth pushing a few sky-blue flowers into his palm, forget-me-nots. "I wish to..." He paused before deciding to stick the pretty flowers behind Tobirama's ear"... I want you to know that I caught feeling for you, even if it doesn't help you...I...Tobirama?"

Tears went down the pale cheeks as a smile curled on the albino's face. "I..." He lifts a rose to Madara's ear "I love you too..."

Madara's eyes widen in shock for a moment before they soften as a brilliant smile spreads on his lips. Before Tobirama can say or do anything Madara leans in for a kiss, and Tobirama gladly accepts.

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ★ ─── ★ ─── ★ ─── ★ ─── ★ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚.

They both had hanahaki for each other isn't that rather tragic and romantic, eeee!!!

I decided on the flowers because they fit them both so well, in some fanfics the flowers somebody coughs symbolize the person they love and tho me these two are perfect:

Roses; romance and passion

Forget-me-nots; remembering the ones that passed, true love and devotion

but yeah hope you enjoy bc I am enjoying this so so much!!!!

[luriwoo]

꒱ pretty u - woonhak

pairing. woonhak x f!reader

genre. soft, fluff

warnings. friends to lovers, loser!woonhak, mention of curses and some bad words, cliche, mayybe cringy, mention of myungjae, song prompt, the narrative times may be a bit odd wanna kms

wc. 5k+

"When I see you, I feel like I'm out of breath, I don't usually act like this, gathering all the nice words I want to give you, but when I'm in front of you I always run out of words" (예쁘다) SEVENTEEN

nt. soo, this is the first fic i'm posting here. i was actually just thinking about reading, but while i was watching a translation of pretty u, this idea came to my head with woon and i NEEDED to write it down and publish it. hope you like it! btw english isn't my first language, so there may be some grammatical errors... i tried my best, guys. i accept feedback!

It was finally the day. The day when the coolest Kim Woonhak would ask out his biggest and only crush, one of his best friends and the prettiest girl in the world according to his own words, you.

He had been preparing all night for this moment, they say that "nothing ventured, nothing gained" and Woonhak will confirm it, even if fear ate him up completely.

According to Woonhak, you're the love of his life. He had never experienced the same feelings he felt when he met you and when he's with you, although it's true that he had liked some girls in the past, this time wasn't the same. The first time you two met was the most cliche thing in the world, leaving him completely captivated, just like love at first sight.

Remembering the past, Woonhak wasn't in a good moment, suddenly his whole environment had changed to pursue his dream, and you were like his salvation, his light at the end of the tunnel, falling madly in love with your smile and your cute big-doe eyes, reaching out to him at his worst and most unexpected moment.

That's why, after almost a year of friendship, he finally decided it was time to ask you out, something simple, but he already had a whole future in mind if everything went well...

 ༘ . ⋆

Nothing went well, he didn't even had the chance to ask you out.

To start with, when he woke up he didn't hear his alarm, arriving late to school. He hadn't even been able to take a shower and he barely managed to brush his teeth and have breakfast moments before arriving at school, mentally cursing having slept late nigth because of his nerves. Second, the teacher punished him outside the classroom for being late, and his friends making fun of him didn't help at all. And third, he didn't even had the chance to approach to you. But despite everything, Woonhak didn't gave up and decided to wait until the next day.

 ༘ . ⋆

Why weren't words coming out of his mouth? He was finally in front of you, in the perfect place, there was no one around and you were under a tree in the school yard. So why didn't he talk? His hands were sweating and his heart was beating like crazy, keeping his gaze fixed on your beautiful curious eyes, that looked at him with interest.

"I-I… y/n… w-would you like…" he stammered nervously, with a big lump in his throat, wiping the palms of his hands on the sides of his uniform pants, feeling his throat slowly dry out 'I should have drank a glass of water…' cursing mentally.

"Are you okay Woonhak?" you asked amused.

But damn, he wasn't okay, he was too nervous, his words were stuck on the tip of his tongue. Licking his lips he barely answered "oh, yeah! don't worry, I just…" scratching the back of his neck nervously.

'Please, I never ask for anything, I'll promise to believe in youㅠ' and said and done, the school bell rang, announcing the end of classes and finally breaking the awkward moment for him.

 ༘ . ⋆

"…and then she had to leave" Woonhak finished telling, letting out a frustrated groan, burying his face in his hands with great embarrassment, listening his friends laughing at the background, mocking him "affectionately"

"Gosh, Woonhak, you really don't know anything" wiping away his tears from laughter, Jaehyun leaned playfully on his shoulder "Our baby is growing up!" and with some embarrassment, Woonhak tried to get away from them with a pout on his face, before being pulled back onto the table.

"Ah, Woonhak, we'll help you, don't worry" of course he should be worried, and he accepted with some distrust, not wanting to notice the mischievous smiles of his friends.

 ༘ . ⋆

'Dating class' was the first thing Woonhak noticed when he entered his shared dorm and approached the living room, noticing a small blackboard resting on an easel and his friends around it, with glasses and notebooks in their hands, looking at it attentively and sitting him on an armchair, sitting around him while Jaehyun was still standing next to the blackboard, before clearing his throat.

"Okay Woonhak, today we'll teach you everything you need to know and do before and after a date" noticing how the rest nodded in unison "pay attention Woonhak!"

Should he be worried or happy…?

"I can't take it anymore, I have a lot to say, I can't take it anymore, I'd rather tell you in a letter"

It had been a few days since everything started, he didn't even remember the exact number of days, and still nothing went as planned, it seemed like fate was against him. When he was finally about to ask you out something unexpected always happened, and Woonhak was nothing but worried, he just had to say "Do you want to go on a date with me?" It wasn't even complicated, but he didn't had the courage to do it. Woonhak felt like his nerves were slowly eating away at him and for some reason he couldn't stop thinking if this was the right thing to do or not, like, what if he breaks your friendship because of his stupid feelings?

He had already done everything, he filled an entire notebook with nice and romantic words and phrases, he followed his friends' advices, he drank glasses of water every morning to avoid the lump in his throat, he practiced in front of the mirror, he even dressed up and made a fool of himself in front of you, and all the flowers in the small garden outside his apartment had disappeared, maybe he counted too many petals?

And finally, he began to slowly get fed up, even if he continually promised that the next time would be the charm, he couldn't stop thinking if he should just confess his feelings, even though the fear continued to eat away at his head. Maybe he's not even the right person for you, would confessing really be the right thing to do? Maybe he should look for one last flower.

And so the day had come, this time he wouldn't ask you for a simple date, this time Woonhak planned to confess his feelings to you, the person who completely stole his breath.

Where after thinking and reflecting a lot, he decided to be completely sincere and do it his way. Although it seemed cliche for others, for Woonhak it was simply perfect. If he wasn't able to talk to her face to face, what better than a love letter that spoke for him?

It had been approximately three and a half days, 11 romantic movies, three playlists of 3 hours each, approximately 29 sketches of letters with the most cheesy phrases, searches in the dictionary and finally he had finished writing the letter, delicately wrapped in an envelope.

He was standing face to face with you and with his arms outstretched, with the letter in one hand and in the other a small teddy bear. Giving you his heart completely. Where after a big breath and closing his eyes tightly, he finally let go of all his feelings, remembering the many tips and thousands of practices with himself, releasing from time to time light nervous breaths and some cute stutters.

And when he finished, he felt your soft and warm lips on his cheek, slowly opening his eyes, he lost his gaze in your deep and warm eyes in front of him, noticing the big and cute smile plastered on your face. And as the soft breeze enveloped both of you, attracted by each other, your lips finally met softly, fitting perfectly, just like a puzzle.

"You´re pretty"

[ghosty-dsmp]

Btw might edit this intro a lot, so check it out for some changemnents incase

Btw lately I've been posting a lot of vent and shitposting and idc ehat you belive in or what pro or anti something that you are, i really don't care, as long as your happy, be yourself, i also block freely , also, Most of the time i put a tw in the vents but sometime i forget

Hi!! Welcome to my intro!! Im a proshipper and whateverother terms for that are, im also pro paraphilia and maybe am one but anti contact ofc! I mostly do dsmp and dandy's world, but only the characters (c!), i do this for fun, my name is ghosty, im trans (ftm) and im aroace, i am a kemonomimi, a racoon pretty sure or some kind insect, not fully sure (i am not a furry or a therian but i respect them), i am also a sadist which i hid this for year but i just said it out loud and also a masochist, and think of very fucked up disgusting things to do to people which i really don'twant to condon irl, i have dyslexia and autism, schizophrenia, i am hypersexual, depression, ocd, hpd, and other stuff, most of those are diagnosed (except hpd but i did lots and lots and lots of research on it for almost 2 years), i am a chronic ill person with heart disease that i will not name, lots of chances that i have pots, i will post random shit or reblogs or answer anonymous message or vent about my life, oh and im also 15 so please be 13+ if you interact!! Oh, im also canadian, so i might use terms that americans people won't understand, english is not my first language, Oh and im a selfshipper (c!tommy my beloved)

Yay little edit!! I might flirt ir tease you but don't take it romantically cause it will only be plantonic, don't think that everything i say is romantically like one of my mutuals did, people thinking that when i tease or flirt with as romantically way is weird, i am going to say this again, i am aroace and do not feel any attraction to anyone and anything, when do flirt or tease you i mean it in a plantonic way/a joke.

ignore if i say something that isn't about dsmp, i use my tumblr like a journal since i can't afford it irl and can't find one, so yea and btw this is my sign off -> 💿👽

My fav creators on here -> @/sweetashe @/pro-at-licking-cheese @/frozenjuiceboxx @/justpoppystuff @/huh-collective please go follow them, they are awesome

@/laromi-immoral (mood board made by them)

[memoirofasparklemuff1n]

no body, no crime- r.c. x reader

chapter 1- back from the dead

summary: three years after your disappearance you return to the outer banks, only with no recollection of your time away. now that you're back, weird things start happening and everyone seems to be hiding secrets. the nightmare is far from over.

warnings: 18+ MDNI because of dark themes like mentions of murder, violence, possibly drugs, etc. swearing and possible sexual themes. guys, i'm gonna mark this as mature because there are still things from the story that i have no idea whether or not i'll include them. just know that if you aren't ok with topics related to crime then don't read it <3 take care of yourself first!! BTW rafe is the love interest so for obvious reasons he's included as a warning lmaooo

a/n: it's the first chapter so it's kind of boring but the next one i think will be better. alsooo my first language isn't english so bear with me, ok? i think i can handle myself pretty well but just in case. eeee i'm so excited for this story, it's been in my head for a while ever since i saw the announcement for gone girl (her other works are included as well) by @sematarygirls, like it's amazing. GO READ IT. I'M SO INTRIGUED. yes, i'm a groupie, sue me.

masterlist

okkk here we goooo.

Beep, beep, beep.

God, my back is killing me. Why is it so cold? Ugh, and what is that smell?

Beep, beep, beep.

I open my eyes and am greeted with a Styrofoam ceiling. What the fuck? I turn my head and see a heart monitor at my side.

Beep, beep, beep.

I lift my right arm, only to be held back by an IV.

Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep.

My heartbeat started to rise, the monitor starting to shriek. Why am I in the hospital? I try to sit up only to be met with dizziness and a headache.

Beep beep beep beep beep.

Oh my god, oh my god. Tears sprung to my eyes and I started to hyperventilate, but right when I was about to scream a nurse came rushing inside of the room.

“Honey, honey. Its ok. You’re ok.” She tried to soothe me, but I wasn’t having it. Why couldn’t I remember anything?

The beeping sound was beginning to drive me insane.

“Why am I here? What happened?” I asked.

“Honey, everything is fine. You’re just recovering, ok?” She looked at me with kind eyes, sort of like a motherly stare. “Take deep breaths, alright? I will explain everything, but I need you to remain calm. Can you do that for me?”

I did as she asked and nodded. She searched my face to see if I was better and when she seemed satisfied, she sat down.

“first of all, how are you feeling?” I’m freaking out here, that’s what.

“I feel dizzy and my head and back hurt a lot.” I closed my eyes because I was starting to get nauseous.

I heard her stand up, “I'll be right back, honey.”

I nodded but when I opened my eyes she was gone. As I waited, I looked around my hospital room. I saw a vase full of dying red and white roses with a “Get well soon!” Balloon attached on top of a desk and a small refrigerator under it. There was a windowsill with a recliner chair to its side with a brown woman’s bag sitting on it and a grey hoodie, like someone had stepped outside for a minute. The walls were light blue, almost white with generic paintings and a flatscreen tv, with a clock above it, perched on the one opposite of my bed. The room smelled of alcohol and medicine, with something else mixed that seemed to be characteristic of hospitals. I hated it.

I heard the door click open and a middle-aged doctor with greying hair stepped inside, alongside the nurse from earlier. She looked at me sympathetically while the doctor came to my side. His voice was deep when he spoke, “Hello, I’m Dr. Geller and I oversee your medical treatment. Can you tell me how you are feeling?”

I frowned, “Hi. Um, my head hurts and my entire body.”

He nodded, “That is to be expected of your condition.” I waited for him to elaborate but he began writing on a file I hadn’t noticed he’d brought in with him. “Ms. Clark, can you please give Ms. Gilbert her medication? The effects are wearing off.”

The nurse nodded and left only to return a minute later. She approached my IV silently, before injecting whatever it was into it. I assumed it was morphine or something. She smiled at me kindly, “you’ll be feeling better soon, dear.” I smiled and thanked her while she stepped aside to leave the doctor some space. I looked at her while the doctor kept writing and saw that she had a tattoo that I couldn’t quite distinguish on the inside of her wrist. Her hair was dark brown, falling on soft waves down to her shoulders. She couldn’t be more than 30, but there was a mature air to her that intrigued me.

Finally, Dr. Geller turned to me only to tell me that we should wait until my mother returned from wherever she had gone. That must’ve been her things on the recliner, then. I was beginning to feel drowsy from the medication, so I simply agreed and closed my eyes. I heard the doctor tell the nurse that they should leave me to rest and then the door close. Then it all went black.

I heard faint voices near me. My lids were heavy, so I just lay there listening.

“Mrs. Gilbert. You cannot take her home just yet. Her condition is very fragile still. She’s just been awoken from the induced coma; her body needs time to recover,” I realized it was Dr. Geller from earlier and he sounded frustrated.

A woman’s voice replied, “My daughter can continue her treatment from our home. You don’t understand, she’s still in danger and there’s not much I can do to protect her here.” Protect me? From what?

“Elaine, I understand your fears, but she needs to stay. If her condition were to complicate, we can help her here right away, whereas if she leaves, she won’t have the necessary resources at her disposal. It would not be right on my part nor recommended to allow her to go home. It puts her health at risk, her brain and body are still very fragile.”

“I can pay you anything to continue her treatment from our home, but I cannot allow her to disappear again,” the woman, my mother, started sobbing. Disappear? What the fuck is going on?

I was finally able to open my eyes, and I managed to speak, “Mom?”

“Oh honey!” She ran to my side and hugged me softly, careful not to pull the IV. Her tears spilled and wet my hospital robe. She pulled back to brush my hair out of my face, “how are you? I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’m tired and I have this horrible back pain. I feel like I’m 80,” I chuckled awkwardly. She laughed as well and kissed my forehead, “I missed your stupid jokes during serious times.”

“Ms. Gilbert. I have a few questions for you,” the doctor interrupted something else my mother was going to say. She stepped back to allow him to come into my view.  He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes and what seemed like a permanent sour expression on his face, aggravated by my mom’s nagging.

“Can you tell me your first and last name?”

I nodded, “Y/n gilbert.”

“Your date of birth?”

“Your birthday, 2003.”

“Can you tell me what year it is?”

“Um, 2022?” He frowned and I saw my mother and him share a glance.

“Do you have any recollection of the events that led to your current state?” His eyes scanned my face in search of something, though I couldn’t think of what.

“I don’t, but it must’ve been tough for how recked I feel,” I chuckle but they don’t reciprocate my attempt at lightening the mood. Gosh, why are they so sullen?

“Do you remember anything prior to your waking up?” I racked my brain for a quick answer.

“Well, the last thing I remember was going to the beach with my friends.” I really don’t know, it’s just the first thing that popped into my head and all this questioning was beginning to bother me.

“Do you remember what day it was?” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. God, dude lay off.

“Um, no?”

“Do you remember which friends?”

I sighed and said the first names that popped into my head, “Sarah and Kiara?”

“Anybody else?” Dude.

“No, sir.” He seemed like he wanted to ask more so I just said my head was starting to feel foggy.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to rest.” He turned to my mom and said, “Could you accompany me outside?”

She glanced at me to see if I was good with that and I nodded, “I’m ok, go.”

She smiled softly and leaned down to kiss my forehead, “I’ll be right back.”

“Ok.”

As soon as they left, I relaxed. I tried to come up with more memories but their voices outside distracted me.

My mom spoke first, “She said it was 2022. She doesn’t remember anything from the past three years. Is that possible?” Three years? It was 2025?

The doctor sighed, “Temporary memory loss and mental fogginess are possible when a patient has a third-degree concussion. It is important to remember that the events of these past three years have been very traumatic. Therefore, her brain might have blocked said memories to protect itself. We must give her time to recover, which is why I recommend she stays until her condition is stable enough to return home.”

I heard my mother sigh, “alright, but I should call the police now that she is awake. They can send someone to guard her.” The police? Alright, maybe this is just a fever dream because nothing makes sense.

“Yes, you should let them know, but I wouldn’t suggest they question her yet. It might make her anxious and affect her progress. Patients in these circumstances need to be in a peaceful environment to heal.” His tone left no space for discussion.

My mom sighed and agreed. I heard her thank him and she came back inside. I closed my eyes quickly and pretended to be asleep. I really didn’t want to face scrutiny right now, much less her hovering. I felt her looking at me and then heard her sit down on what must’ve been the recliner chair. I opened my eyes slightly and I see that she is typing rapidly on her phone, only to be followed by a buzz. That continues for a while until she looks at the clock on top of the tv and mutters something to herself. She then got up and went to what I could only assume was the bathroom. I heard the faint noise of the faucet and slowly started drifting to sleep.

“How do you like it?” I turn and see my mom standing behind me at the door of my bedroom. I figured she’d changed something while I was gone so I said, “its really nice, mom. Thanks.”

I could tell she didn’t quite believe me but ignored it. She set my bags on the ground with a small smile, “I’m so happy you’re back. We’ve all missed you so much.” I assumed she meant my dad and my sister. She is 18 now. She’d been 15 when I left disappeared.

“I missed you guys too.” She hugged me, careful not to hurt me as I was still a bit injured from the accident.

She stepped back and rested her hands on my shoulders, “I just want you to know that I am here for you. All of us, ok?”

I nodded and smiled softly, “I know, Mom. It’s going to be ok, don’t worry.” My words felt hollow because everything about this place wasn’t ok. I felt weird, like I didn’t belong.

“Alright, honey. I’ll leave you to settle in, I’m sure this is all very overwhelming. Your father will be home tomorrow from his business trip and Eleanor is out with Wheezie. She’ll be home later I assume.” I was a bit relieved at being practically alone in the house. My mother was more than enough to manage and at least I’d be able to craft possible answers that would get me the least number of questions.

“That’s ok, thanks mom.” She took that as her cue to leave so she nodded and closed the door behind her.

I sighed, “finally.” I was now able to get a clear view of my new living situation. The bedroom was huge, like everything in figure 8 seemed. The walls were white, which added to the expansiveness of the room. The golden bed frame with dark green sheets was pushed against the far-left corner of the room, leaving a clear view of the door, while opposite it was a wall with a built-in dark wooden bookshelf. It had a moving stair and all. Christ, talk about over the top.

Next to the bed was a window seat with frilly white curtains and dark red cushions on the seat that I normally wouldn’t prefer with the green from the bed, yet somehow managed to look cohesive. The dresser was beside me, next to the door and next to it was a small vanity with perfumes, makeup and jewelry. It was all very tasteful, and I surprisingly liked it. Next to the wall with the bookshelf was an entryway and when I stepped through, I saw it was a walk-in closet to my right and to the left a bathroom. I really wanted to check out the closet, but I really wanted to shower so I undressed and walked into the bathroom. It wasn’t very big, but it wasn’t small either. The walls had a beautiful forest mural, and the golden framed mirror faced the door. The faucet was a bird with clear knobs that matched with the mirror and candle sticks attached to the wall. The basin was set on dark green marble top and the cabinet underneath the same dark wood that was in the rest of the bedroom. I saw that inside the shower was a small shelf with shampoo and soap, so I opened the glass door and read the labels. Vanilla scented, huh. Whatever, I guess. I then turned on the water and let my muscles relax. It felt so good and when I started washing my hair, I realized the smell wasn’t overpowering. It was like a mix of caramel and chocolate underlying the vanilla scent. It made me hungry, fuck. I really didn’t want to go back downstairs under my mother’s hovering. After finishing, I went to the closet and turned on the light. Holy shit. It was every girl’s dream. Boots, sneakers, heels, sandals, you name it, lined the opposite wall of me. And to my left, well, dresses and bags of all different shapes and sizes. Jeans were next, with hoodies, and fancy shirts and pants, though they weren’t what I wanted to wear right now so I figured the comfortable clothes were in the dresser. I was proved right and settled for grey sweats and a matching top. I went back to the closet and found a pair of slippers, so I put them on and went outside, with my hair wrapped in a towel.

The smell of food immediately invaded my nostrils, and I felt like one of those cartoons that float when they smell something good. In the kitchen was my mother steering something on the stove and sitting on the seats by the island were two girls. They were all in deep conversation, so they didn’t notice me standing there awkwardly. I contemplated turning around and heading back upstairs but my stomach growled as if in protest. Traitor.

They turned and fell silent when they saw me. One of them had a face that was like my mom’s with her same-colored hair and skin tone and the other had dark hair and glasses with pale skin. Eleanor and Wheezie.

Eleanor stood up and ran towards me, engulfing me in a hug that caught me by surprise. After a second, I hugged her back and smelled the same scent in which I had bathed. She must have picked them out then. She then started shaking and I realized she was crying. My eyes welled up and I held her tighter to me.

“Hey, its ok.” I ran my fingers through her hair.

“I missed you so much, I thought I’d lost you,” her voice was muffled by my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I honestly did not know what else to say and I realized it was the best I could come up with to explain how I felt. I somehow could not shake that this was all my fault.

As if she read my thoughts, she lifted her head and frowned, “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.”

My mother interrupted before I could respond, “Honey, are you hungry? I made your favorite.” Which was?

“Yeah, I could eat,” I laughed when my stomach growled again. Eleanor let me go but took my hand as if afraid I might disappear again. I sat down next to her as my mom served us. I thanked her and started eating. God, it was so good. I could see why it was my favorite.

“Oh, this is Wheezie. Sarah’s little sister.” I looked up and smiled at her.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Now that I was closer, I could see the similarities with her sister, specifically her eyes.

She smiled at me shyly, “I’m good. How are you?” No fucking clue.

“I’m alright, tired mostly. How’s school?” I attempted to shift the conversation away from me and I could tell she noticed.

“Meh. At least its our final year and then we’re off to college.”

“College? Already?” I looked at my mom and she lowered her gaze, avoiding mine.

Eleanor spoke softly, “Yeah, you were gone awhile.” Right.

I stared at my plate in silence, feeling sick. The kitchen suddenly felt too hot, and my clothes were too close to my skin and my heart started beating rapidly, overcoming any other sound. My mom noticed and hurried to my side, lifting me up and catching me when my legs gave out.

And then everything went black.

dividers by: @yeossemble tyyyy

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also why is tumblr low-key a pain in the ass to write in? holy shit man.

[randomrory69]

LORE ABOUT MY DANDYS WORLD AU!!1 BE PREPARED IF U WANT TO READ A LOTTA TEXT CUZ IT'S ABOUT A LOST UNAIRED EPISODE!!1! I made a small fanfic thingy idk and forgive me if it's cringe english isn't even my first language BTW :3 I also wanted to practice on drawing lighting. Also, in this AU Rodger is Teagan's husband, and toodles is their adopted child. Glisten is their biological child though- aND THEY'RE ALLLL HUMANS!!1!1 Rodger is the main character in this AU!

Chapter - 1

BLACKOUT PANIC.

*Rodger was inside his apartment with his family, while Glisten had went out to party at a random club as usual. He was sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper while Teagan was in the bedroom with Toodles. Rodger flipped through the articles. Looking for anything interesting.*

*he continued reading various headlines, most of them were about the more popular toons and the next shows that would be airing soon.. and some drama about them too. One specific headline caught his eyes though..*

"The dissapearance of the popular main toon Astro Novalite...?"

However, out of nowhere, the lights suddenly went out-

"What the.."

*He muttered under his breath before folding the newspaper and putting it onto the table. He had filled the electricity bills and it had been years since the generators in their complex had went off-*

*This wasn't supposed to happen.. But as a detective, he had to cure his own curiousity and find out what was going on.*

*He slowly went to his own bedroom, and put on his usual outside blazer, brochure and pants. changing out of his pajamas. He then went ahead to Teagan's room, knocking on it gently.*

"Sweetie? Can you open the door?..."

*He asked, before Teagan opened it slowly. Toodles was right behind her.*

"Come in Rodger, I was just about to ask you about this...thing..-"

*She mumbled her voice holding a bit of... Panic?.. Either was, Rodger stepped in, looking around the room- good thing they had purchased candles earlier, toodles was quite afraid of the dark.*

"Rodger Rodger!! Do you think someone is messing with the generators of our building?? Maybe- maybe a ghost?!! We gotta go investigate it!!...-"

*she interrupted excitedly, holding her dog plushie in one hand as she tugged down onto rodgers sleeve and grinned.*

*Rodger sighed quietly and ruffled her hair.*

"No toodles, there's no such things as ghosts... calm down. Maybe it's just because of the weather or equipment failure.."

"Although it is a bit strange. It's been... Years. Since a blackout. And the weather isn't even that bad lately, I mean it's just snowing.."

*She stepped closer to Rodger, now whispering silently to make sure toodles doesn't hear it-*

"you might want to check this out, honey- I'll keep toodles here, and make sure glisten is alright too... I called him a few minutes ago but he didn't answer."

*Rodger's eyes immedietally widened into slight panic and concern- oh right. Glisten. He almost forgot he was outside partying with those dumb stoner teenage friends of his- crap...-*

"Right- I uhh.. I was just gonna say that, I'll be leaving th-"

"RODGER I SAW SOMEONE OUTSIDE THE WINDOW!!!-"

*Rodger immedietally snapped his head towards the window, his heart beating a bit faster, toodles saw.. What-?*

"what is it toodles?.."

"I dunno!! It was.. tall-.. I don't even know if ot was a person it was VOID black-.. It left a trail too! Look!!"

"Toodles, maybe you're just overthinking. let's continue playing tea party, don't worry. Daddy is gonna go see who it was."

*Rodger immedietally looked outside at the direction toodles was pointing at-*

*Tonight.. Even the moon wasn't visible. It was pitch black in the sky. it felt eery and dark, and it was awfully quiet. He looked over at the fences and saw... Something.. Black- it was a slimy ink like trail of... something. He had to investigate this, ASAP. And also message and call Glisten.*

*though first he decided to call glisten, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed the number, pressing it against his ear..*

*he impatiently tapped his foot against the floor, waiting for a reply-..*

"He- he isn't answering. Teagan, do you know where he went?"

*Teagan shook her head, her expression a bit ashamed and dissapointed in herself- she was just as worried..*

"N-No... He only mentioned going out to a party with his friends... I'll try calling him, you go outside-"

*toodles looked back and forth between them in confusion and fear..*

"I saw that he went out with boxten.. We can try calling him as well!!"

*she paused before looking out the window again. She really wanted to go out with Rodger on his mission, but she was more afraid and worried about her older brother... She had to choose-*

"I'm gonna stay here with Toodles and try contacting Glisten. If we don't find him, then we will go outside to do something.."

*she paused, looking outside at the trail of the black substance outside their backyard..- speaking of looking outside, their home wasn't the only one with no electricity.. They could see that other toons rooms were dark too now, no light source whatever- except brightney and rudie's room...- then speaking of the devil, there was a knock on their door-*

"Helloooo??? Mr. Rodger??.. Are you there?? Open the door."

"you gotta help us Rodger you're a detective!! Also, merry Christmas!!!!!"

"Rudie how many times have I told you that it's n-"

":'(..."

"Okay, whatever. Just because you're obsessed with it doesn't mean others are as well rudie-"

*And by the time they had finished their bickering, Rodger quickly went outside and opened the door..*

"ah, brightney and .. Rudie. I thought i'd see you two here, perfect."

*he crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the two. Toodles and teagan peeking over his shoulder-*

"And I was just going out to investigate what happened. I was leaving."

*Brightney looked at rudie with an annoyed glare then spoke again, her voice relieved.*

"Thank goodness!! We were here to ask you that. In the meantime, your family can come with us in the community hall next to the lobby- it seems there is still some electricity there, the elevators are working- and most toons are waiting there. Flutter, Poppy, Tisha, Gigi, Shrimpo and Cosmo are already waiting there while we- Ginger, Connie, Looey and Goob are looking for the others and the main toons..."

"AND ALSO, uhh- quick question. Have you seen Astro??.. I know that guy barely ever socializes or tells about himself to others- except sprout, dandy and cosmo- the point is-..."

*he took a deep breath, his voice sounding a bit shaky and guilty..*

"Hes-.. He's gone. Me and brightney tried to search for him in his apartment or dandys place- the kitchen, EVERYWHERE... it's been 2 days.. We need your help, Rodger.."

*Rodger looked a bit stunned and even more concerned by the sudden info dump, but he took a deep breath and nodded, taking a small glance at toodles and glisten-...*

"Alright alright-... I was going to investigate the blackout source anyways. I'll look for him on my way. Don't expect much because this isn't a paid mission alri-"

"ACTUALLYYY, it is a paid mission. Dandy said he'll be providing you with a handsome amount of 6K Ichor if you find Astro. And about the blackout... Dandy is going out to investigate that too. He's already at the generator's warehouse building."

*Teagan almost choked on her own spit, toodles eyes lightning up with excitement and Rodger being too stunned to even speak properly-*

"wait, wait. 6K ICHOR?!? That's.. Isn't that a bit-"

"Less?..."

*Rudie cut her off with a devilish smirk.*

"Dandy said he was willing to extend the pay up to 12 K ichor. Only if Rodger is able to find him within 3 days though."

"........"

"DAD YOU SHOULD DO THE MISSION!!! YOU CAN BUY ME MORE VBUCKS AND ROBUX IF YOU SAY YESSS!!!!"

"What the hell are vbu-"

"Deal."

*The room fell silent. Teagan had a uncanny feeling about this, since she never trusted dandy a lot but... 12 K ichor.. They could use that. Plus it was just a simple detective mission, nothing could go wrong-*

"Perfect. Teagan and toodles can head with us over to the community hall, oh- and also bring your pillows, blankets- food and candles there."

*Rudie smirked, crossing his hands behind his head and looking down at brightney with a "see? I told you hed agree" Looking grin.*

"Alright.. Well start getting our things... Rodger. Are you gonna leave already?..."

"Yes. Don't worry about me, just try to find glisten, honey. I'm gonna be gone and would be coming home late, perhaps."

*he added.*

"bye bye rodger... I wish I could come with you too.."

*toodles said in a sulky and sad tone.*

*Rodger leaned down and patted her head with a small smile.*

"It's okay Toodles, next time. You'll come with me next time. This mission is seemingly a pretty difficult one, but I'm sure you need to focus on your very own mission right now.."

*he smiled, but toodles looked a bit shocked-*

"M-my own mission??..."

"Yes sweetie, your own mission. For now your mission is to keep your mumma safe and find Glisten."

*Teagan smiled warmly at that and looked back at Rodger before he went out the door.*

"Don't come too late, darling."

*She said softly, before stepping closer to him- grabbing him by his collar gently and giving him a small smooch on the cheek.*

*Rodger's face immedietally burned a crimson red and he smiled back- before-*

"Ahem ahem."

*oh... Right.*

"Goodbye, dear. Take care, sweetie-"

*he said, his voice shaking a bit as he went outside into the cold, dark night in a rather quick and embarrassed pace-*

"Now that hes gone...-"

"I'll help you get your stuff, Teagan."

*she cut in between before stepping in. Teagan nodded in response and gratitude and lead them towards the insides. Toodles followed them both.*

Now it was time for Rodger to investigate that black sludge.. And also... Astro's dissapearance.

End of Chapter 1.

IF THIS POST REACHES 20+ NOTES I'M GONNA MAKE A PART 2.. MAN I'M TIRED-! THANK YOU FOR READING! THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN THIS APP! :3

[bloodyymaryyy]

Bumped into you

Max verstappen x reader

Request : yes

Warnings : English isn't my first language other than that none

Masterlist

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The sun came up, the birds are chirping and singing happily, people on the street having fun, laughing, shouting at each other and talking, others are smiling and other are grumpy or having a bad day, not being in the mood for anything.

Nobody knows what is going on in people's lives or minds but they choose to go out today.

Y/n was a semi morning person that depends on the day and the weather as most people are.

Having being waken up by the alarm clock that she forgot to deseable the night before. She curses herself for not turning it off, she tried to go back to sleep but to no avail, grunting she got out of bed and she decided to be productive she did the household chores like vacuuming the floors and mopping them, washing the piles of dirty dishes

Planning to make something extravagant she got freshen up and dressed into something comfortable but presentable she headed to the nearby supermarket which she knew that would have the things that she wanted to make the dish.

Strolling from aisle to aisle looking for what she needed, she was suddenly hit by something losing a bit her footing she stumbled back a few steps.

Looking up at her "attacker" there was a man with short blonde hair, icy blue eyes, tall, she liked tall men...her daydreams.

His face showed concern and in his cheeks were rosy pink from the embarrassment of this whole situation.

Oh my god I wasn't looking at where I was going! Didn't meen to bump into you! * he said taking a few steps ahead where y/n was* are you okay miss?

Oh yeah I am okay, just watch where you are going next time please...

I am so sorry again! I hope you are okay again...miss....?

Oh y/n nice to meet you..?

Oh yeah I am Max btw

I don't want to sound like a stalker... But have we met before? You look familiar... I can't point me finger on it tho * her eyebrows knitted together tilting her head a bit to the side.

Max panicked said *oh I don't think so...?

Oh can I get a picture though? I want to show my family their future son in law... * y/n said biting her bottom lip softly looking up to his blue eyes

Uhm sure! * max replied his cheeks red suddenly getting shy

Y/n pulled out her phone and put on the camera app getting closer to him and taking a few selfie photos.

After seeing the photos if they are good then it dawned on her, from his perspective you could hit the wheel of her mind working, flinching a bit and widen her eyes.

Oh shit! Now I remember!... * she paused looked around and leaning near his face and whisper shout * Are you Max Verstappen?

You noticed that he was taken a back for being recognised by her and she acted quickly

Sorry I won't say anything! But my sister is a big fan of f1, that's why you seem familiar! * she said hitting her forehead * Sorry I will leave you to it!

She went to take her cart to search for the rest of the things she wanted but she was stopped by him saying her name.

Y/n could I get your number by any chance? You are lovely... * max said scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Sure! Give me your phone I will put it on, how is that?

They exchanged number and went home after a bit, while going home y/n texted her sister

The best sister

You won't believe who I just met!

Lil b

Omg! Who?

The best sister

Max mother fucking Verstappen!

Lil b

Really?!? Did you take any pictures?!

The best sister

Yeah

*picture attachment *

Lil b

Omg! You are so lucky dude, I wish that was me fr!

After that y/n and Max were texting back and forth, going to low-key dates for 3 almost 4 months y/n became his gf and him wanting to take her to his home race in the Netherlands giving her a paddock pace his second card of his hotel room having fun in the paddock and meeting all of his friends, laughing and joking around at their hotel rooms playing games and everything.

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I hope you liked it and hope its what you requested!

-🦈 anon

[yandereunsolved]

hi!! first time writing you and english is not my mother language🥹 but i really like reading all your writings!

i would like to hear your thoughts about venom with scientist s/o whom he saved! i think it might be an interesting dynamic - soldier and someone who spent their live in lab and has no idea how to protect themselves properly, but now has to work for DD's.

wouldn't mind if things will take spicy turn🤭

btw thank you so much for feeding mgs fandom🫶

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ⌞You're incredibly sweet, anon. Even my cat thinks so. He came over to rub all over my phone as soon as I started to answer this. ⌝ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

ִֶָ𐀔 suggestive/light nsfw content labeled at start and end ᡣ𐭩 feel free to skip it .ᐟ ִֶָ𐀔

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠/ 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

I'm sure he wouldn't give them much thought at first. He saves (kidnaps) people every day. You're just another asset they collected. A cute asset, but it should be nothing more than that.

He most likely gains feelings for his darling while they are working under his command. You listen well. You're effective. You're kind. You're just- different. You can't protect yourself like others he has under his command and you're bad at interacting with people.

This difference is incredibly attractive to him. It's an escape in a way. You're the one person that isn't as jaded as the rest of them. And even if you were, he'd be interested in softening your edges.

Something of it feels so reminiscent of a time now long gone. Perhaps a part of him sees you as the prevailer where Huey failed. This makes him incredibly paranoid. It's yet another reason why he latches onto you. He can't lose someone else! What if someone XOF gets their hands on you? Oh, that's his worst nightmare. The both of you are lucky that he's the one that saved (kidnapped) you from that lab and not someone from one of XOF's units.

They may have forced you to work on the parasite. They may have wanted to force the parasite upon you just out of sadistic pleasure. He wouldn't put it past Skull Face. That man will do anything to tarnish a pretty face―to make his victims like him, but weaker and more pathetic, at least in Skull Face's eyes.

He has to push those thoughts away everytime he sees you. He has to suppress them anytime he thinks about it. It nearly drives him to madness.

He's so tired of losing more soldiers. He can't lose you.

He'll do anything to make sure you are under his authority. He checks on you more than he does with Ocelot or Kaz. This doesn't go unnoticed by them. He brings you small tokens of his appreciation. As your relationship progresses further he'll even vent to you.

[ ִֶָ𐀔 suggestive/light nsfw content ahead ִֶָ𐀔 ]

It evolves into a "a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell" situation. Where if he's bold enough he'll try to initiate a make-out session while venting to you. It's a way of "sealing his secrets into you." It's cheesy and symbolic. It's really just a way for him to get his pent up energy out.

V is totally the type to dry hump his darling. He doesn't realize he's doing it at first. He almost feels ashamed. He's no better than a dog. He should be an example. He shouldn't be unraveling like this. But if his darling is into it then perhaps his composure slips a little more. When he comes to see you he'll be wearing lighter and more breathable clothing. He'll be more willing to grunt and get rougher with his darling. Not too rough, but he does enjoy fondling his darling.

He doesn't want to talk about it after it happens. He likes to pretend that he isn't rock hard and that you aren't wet or leaking either. He just―something holds him back. If you try to acknowledge it he shuts it down. If you're so bold as to bring it up to other people he'll make sure you'll be incentivized to never do that again.

That entails Ocelot getting playtime with you. It isn't as if you can fight back so you're (almost-) completely at Ocelot's mercy. (Venom has standards and doesn't want you too traumatized. He knows Ocelot can go what he considers too far.) Finally! He can figure out what V sees in you and make sure that you fear him enough to not want to make moves on V. Jealous kitty.

He'll go all the way with his darling after a particularly rough mission. That hesitant snaps as he realizes how close he was to dying. The realization sinks in and he's like "what if it isn't them that leaves but me who leaves them?" By leaving you he means dying or being captured and getting tortured beyond comprehension.

He's quiet, as always, but will still ask for consent. He really isn't for opening up about how and why he wants to now. It won't be greedy. He'll be slow and savor every moment.

And if someone interrupts? An urgent knock at his quarters about some unforseen problem popping up. He'll just make his darling wait until he's taken care of the problem. He doesn't want them leaving his room or even the bed. He wants them to stay wrapped up in the sheets, as if he is freezing that moment in time so it doesn't slip through his fingers.

Chances are he won't return until after you've fallen asleep. He'll scoop you into his arms and press your forehead against his (being careful not to scratch you with his horn). He probably won't fall asleep. He'll lie there until you wake up.

This time he doesn't pull away, he pulls you in.

He still doesn't really want to talk about it. It does mark an everlasting change in your relationship. If there was a sign of no return it would be placed right on his first time penetrating you. By this time he's fully accepted his feelings for his darling. You won't know he has, but you can tell. There's a greater unrestrained intensity to him when it comes to you that wasn't there before.

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After Venom fully accepts his feelings for his darling he's willing to do just about anything to keep them at his side. He'll move you from your space in your lab to a room adjacent to his. He's still paranoid about making his feelings public, so some space is needed. He can still brush it off as you just needing extra security.

When he's gone he'll have the rest of his polycule look after you. He'll specifically instruct Quiet that her mission is to make sure you are safe, productive, and aren't trying to leave. It may feel suffocating. To a certain extent you're supposed to feel that way. It's a constant reminder that this is your home now and any struggle is futile.

Don't be mad at him. He just needs to tame his own insecurities and make sure that you can be unquestionably trusted.

He loves listening to you and watching you work. It's his favorite thing to do. He'll gently inquire about what you're working on. Yes, it is his duty as the commander of the base to know, but he's also genuinely interested. There is no judgement in his eyes. There's an innocent curiosity.

He also likes to scribble notes down and hide them around your lab. He'll do this a bunch before he has to leave for a mission so there's no chance for you to forget about him. If you reciprocate then he keeps every note―no matter how short or damaged the paper is.

He's so whipped.

[anon-imuz]

Yandere Blackmore X Ex girlfriend reader. Smut. Angst

sure btw tysm for all the support you always like my works ur super kind💕

Pairing:Yandere! Blackmore x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings:Yandere behavior, dubcon

Type:Smut and angst

Notes:i DONT condone any of the things listed In the warnings, this is fiction. English isn't my first language so you might encounter some grammatical mistakes, hope you still enjoy:))

You were almost a year out of that toxic relationship you had with your ex, he was always absent and when he was there you two were always fighting.

Now, you were talking to a guy online and he seemed pretty cool and he met your standards. He was kind, pretty, smart, but most importantly, he was there when you needed someone. Unlike your ex.

Tonight was about to be you two's first date together, and you chose to wear a long dress that fitted you perfectly, a dark red wine color, that you only wore on special occasions.

As you were walking to the restaurant, you feel some eyes hunting you down, but you just shrug it off, thinking it might be the butterflies or the anxiety of your first encounter with someone new.

When you enter the restaurant, the guy you were supposed to have a date with waves at you as a sign to come sit at the table but, little did you know that those eyes that you felt like they were eating your soul, were actually your ex boyfriend's eyes. He followed you the whole time. He knew about the guy. He watched you prepare for your stupid date and was ready to make his come back and make sure that you don't ever do something like this ever again.

You two start talking and as soon as the waiter arrives, you two order some food and drinks. You choose your favorite plate, while the guy chose something that he had never tried before.

When the food arrived, you two stopped the chatter and began eating. While he was eating some spaghetti you were eating your favorite dish, you two exchanged some silly looks that made eachother giggle...all while your ex was watching. But you were totally unaware and just enjoying your evening. Only he knows how much his blood was boiling at that moment, but he knew he had to wait for the right time to teach you a lesson.

"Oh hey, not to interrupt but...I really need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back." The guy said as you nodded, watching him go up a waiter to ask indications for where the bathroom was.

When you finished your plate, he still didn't come back and his spaghetti were still there in his plate, left cold and unfinished. You sighed, trying not to cry already knowing that he wasn't gonna come back and that you had to pay for the both of you.

You walked out the restaurant with a frown, hoping that he was different but I guess he was like everyone else.

And now, it was your ex's time to shine. He would've pretended to be a random passerby and offer you a ride on your way back home.

"Oh, thank you. It began to rain now and i didn't bring an umbrella with me." You say to the man you didn't recognize, and he told you to not worry and that at this hour it was dangerous for ladies to walk alone at night.

"Hey, sorry but... this isn't the way to my house." You interrupt the man.

"I know." He replies.

Your blood went cold. What did he mean he knew?

You side-eyed him and said,

"Sorry? What'd you say?"

"I said I know this isn't the way to your house. Indeed, it's the way to mine. I thought you remembered..." He responded, a little disappointed.

No way. It was your ex? Ans you didn't even notice? How stupid could you be?

"Before you damage my car,i already locked everything. So you can't run, and you never will, darling. We're meant to be. Don't you understand how perfect we are for each other?" He said.

You remained still, knowing that if you were to attack him you'd probably end up in a car incident.

"Now now, let's remove this stupid guy's scent from your divine body." He says while parking his car in a parking space in the nowhere.

"Oh baby, you let a man treat you this way? You let such a rat leave you and your perfect self alone and even let him have the ability to make you sad and ruin your evening? Oh come now sweetheart, we don't do that." He reassured you, as you cried in his chest while he placed you on his lap.

"It's okay honey. It's just you and me now, you're safe." He tells you, while caressing your back.

As much as you hated him you really needed some comfort and a shoulder to cry on, so you just let yourself go and melt yourself into him.

"Shhh..." He orders, while traveling his hands down your lower back to your ass, moving your panties to the side while teasing your pussy.

You can't help but fall to his touch. You'd really like to punch him but you know how well he knows how to turn you on.

He starts slipping two fingers in, slowly and delicately leaving and entering your pussy, while you try to keep your mouth shut by biting his shoulder, but kind of fail.

He then adds another finger... and another one. 4 fingers. you're rocking your hips on his hand, begging for more as you moan out his name.

"Yes baby, good girl, you're doing so good~" He praises you while making his movements faster inside you. You're about to cum but, will he let you?

"Come on, cum for me baby." He orders, and you do so. You're so tired and really just need to go to bed after this bizzare night.

"Look at the mess you made. I'll forgive you this time... but you won't run away this time." He whispers, kissing your cheek.

[kafus]

okay i just talked to every NPC in veilstone because it's been a long time and man sinnoh's NPCs are peak, at least out of the 2D games i feel like they provide the most humor and the most random lore tidbits and stuff. i love this region. i'm going to talk about it

first off sinnoh is full of little things like this. random dialogue/flavor text that ties back to the mythos of the region. i love how widespread the sinnoh myths are

i'm also obsessed with when there's two NPCs that link together like this. you talk to one and you move on and then you talk to another and you're like oh! lmao. by the way the rage candy bars being here is cool because sinnoh is canonically connected to johto through the sinjoh ruins and the rage candy bars are from johto, which means they're imported and sold here. in general i'm obsessed with the locations in pokemon that have special treats associated with them, like the pewter crunchies of pewter city in kanto, or the lava cookies from lavaridge in hoenn. iconic

btw don't worry lady literally everyone sucks at making poffins. unless you have four players it's pretty much impossible to make poffins that are better than the storebought ones. good luck getting four people with rare berries who are good at the minigame to play with you, ESPECIALLY in 2023 jesus christ. the basement poffins are OPTIMAL

anyway in speaking of linking NPCs, these two - i wonder if the dialogue in the french version of this game is turned into english? they did that for lt. surge's french pikachu trade, the french versions of HGSS make the pikachu english instead lol. but anyway as usual it's very fascinating to me how much pokemon loves to drop foreign language in its titles, and fittingly i know a lot of people with english as their second language got interested in learning english from a young age due to wanting to play pokemon. how many kids do you think got interested in french because of dialogue like this. the girl even implies what the meaning of his words is

veilstone isn't short on game hints either, useless to me now as an adult longterm pokemon player who knows all this stuff already but still really cool to see. if sinnoh is your first time playing pokemon, those hints on trade evos and stuff are always appreciated.

of course, funny dialogue too that got a wheeze out of my nose, not uncommon for pokemon NPC dialogue SDKFSFDK some of this shit takes me so offguard it's like extra funny

like GIRL ISN'T THAT WHAT A PARASOL IS FOR????

edit: my DUMB ASS (lighthearted) has been reminded that parasols are for the sun and are NOT an umbrella equivalent. okay she makes more sense now LOOL

also LOOKER JUSTIFYING HIS GAMBLING :skull emoji: this shit is taking me out. see this is useful because it's like oh galactic is really all over this city huh. not only their massive building but they have their logo in the fucking slot machines, they probably have some amount of ownership over this place like team rocket did over the celadon game corner. but also it's funny because SDFSDFK

OH AND MAYLENE'S DAD IS JUST... HERE? generic NPC. generic sprite. no name. he's just here. maylene's dad. you know, one of the gym leaders. help girl

anyways i'm aware i basically just posted most of the dialogue in veilstone city verbatim but I JUST THINK IT'S INTERESTING! I MISS WHEN POKEMON GAMES WERE FULL OF DIALOGUE LIKE THIS AHHHH i have more to say about the galactic lore but i'm running out of image space and i need to use the bathroom and get some food so i'll post about that a little later