#but I saw this in the notes and decided to read up

[vettelsvee]

THE MOMENT I KNEW | Max Verstappen

Max Verstappen x Girlfriend!Reader

SUMMARY: After a few races where he didn't get the results he expected, Max decides to go out with some friends to disconnect from everything. Unluckily, one of those days when he arrives home after having some drinks, he finds out that he missed his girlfriend's birthday as soon as he sees the cake she ordered on the trash ↳ REQUESTED BY ANON: Maybe something angsty?? Like maybe bro goes out with his friends and forgets readers bday until he sees the cake in the trash can and realizes bro screwed up

WORD COUNT: 2007

WARNINGS: Curse words, mentions of being drunk, angst

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VEE'S NOTES: I've absolutely loved this one my God. With this fic, we mark a total of 6196 words written this week (not counting my uni essays and other several projects), so I'm quite proud about that! Also, thank you so much for the support all this week, hope you liked all the fics! I'll be uploading this upcoming week's posts tomorrow. Let me know in the comments or on the anon inbox your thoughts on this one! See you next week :) ↳ MAKE YOUR REQUESTS | LET'S TALK! | JANUARY UPDATE CALENDAR

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Max stumbled into your apartment, fumbling with the keys and opening the door with trembling hands, his pounding headache reminding him that it wouldn’t be this bad if he’d listened to the bartender’s advice to stop after the last gin tonic.

As soon as he stepped inside, he froze in the doorway, scanning everything as if it were his first time entering the place, even though he had been living there for nearly five years, the last two with you. He took a few unsteady steps toward the small entryway counter, where he dropped his keys and realized the silence was far heavier than he had anticipated.

His laughter, faint and fueled by the false sense of security that alcohol had provided, quickly dissipated. Taking a cautious step further into the living room, he noticed there were no lights on, no plates or leftover food on the small coffee table in front of the TV, and most strikingly, you were neither sprawled out on the couch watching one of the romantic movies you adored nor curled up asleep with one of your cats.

Despite the glaring signs, Max didn’t panic, at least not as much as he should have, even though something inside him whispered that the situation didn’t sit right.

It wasn’t until he wandered into the kitchen to get a glass of water and rounded the island that his foot stumbled slightly, nearly sending him sprawling to the floor. Puzzled, he looked down to see what had caused him to trip. His heart sank when his eyes landed on a discarded box, its lid broken as if it had been thrown to the floor, angrily, on purpose.

That’s when reality hit him like a freight train.

He turned his gaze to the left, where the trash can stood partially open. Inside, he saw an untouched cake, decorated with intricate floral designs and a message that read, “Happy Birthday, Y/N!” The sight struck him like a blow to the chest, the pressure so intense it made him want to vomit.

“No… No, it wasn’t today…” 

Desperately, and trying to figure out what to do, Max ran his hands through his hair, as if that might somehow help him calm down. His breathing grew more erratic with each passing second, his eyes glued to the cake. It didn’t feel real. He couldn’t understand how he had managed to forget such an important date… you, his girlfriend’s, birthday. Something so obvious had suddenly spiraled into a waking nightmare.

He noticed his phone sitting on the kitchen counter. Grabbing it quickly, he checked for any missed calls or messages from you, only to realize after several failed attempts to turn it on that it was dead. He blamed his drunkenness not only for not noticing he didn’t have his phone with him or that it was out of battery, but for forgetting such a meaningful day and breaking every promise he had made to you.

Deep down, though, he knew all the excuses were hollow. Any justification he tried to offer would be nothing but foolishness.

Setting the phone back on the counter, he decided not to waste any more time. He headed toward your bedroom. The door was ajar, and though the lights were off, he could make out your silhouette lying on the bed, your back turned to him. You gave no sign that you had noticed his arrival. The only sound in the room was your muffled, quiet sobs. As Max stepped closer, he saw you were clutching a pillow tightly, as if it were your only source of comfort.

That was the moment Max realized he couldn’t avoid facing the situation, no matter how impossible it felt to fix things right away.

“Y/N...” he said softly.

You didn’t answer, and your silence hurt more than a thousand words could have. Max knelt beside the bed, close enough to reach out, and gently began stroking your face. You didn’t resist his touch, but your indifference pierced him deeply.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice trembling as he fought to hold himself together. “I swear this wasn’t my intention… I wanted to come home earlier, but Lando insisted we stay a bit longer, and then I didn’t have my phone…”

“You forgot, Max,” you interrupted, your tone sharp but laced with pain, anger, and sadness. You still wouldn’t look at him. “Goddammit, Max, you forgot my fucking birthday ever since the moment the clock struck midnight.”

Max fell silent. Once again, reality hit him square in the face, forcing him to acknowledge that anything he said would likely be inadequate. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to find the words to explain himself calmly, to admit his mistakes while grappling with the weight of his guilt.  

“You know it wasn’t my intention,” he began, his voice low. “It’s just… with the shitty season I’ve been having and everything that comes with it, I’ve been feeling overwhelmed. I just needed to step out of my comfort zone for a bit, to clear my head…”  

“And you thought doing that on my birthday, after promising me a dream day, was the most appropriate choice?” you cut him off, finally raising your head. Your eyes were swollen and red from crying. “I know you’re not in a good place right now, but I also know that until now, every promise you’ve made to me, you’ve kept. You didn’t just forget about me, Max. You left me here, alone, all day, like I didn’t matter at all.”  

Max searched desperately for a way to salvage the situation, to apologize, to do something, anything, to prove how deeply sorry he was. But when you turned on the light and sat up to face him, he realized he was out of options. He didn’t know how to continue without disappointing you further.  

“You know this has been really hard for me…”  

“Hard for you? Seriously?” you interrupted, leaning closer and pointing your finger at him. “And you think this has been easy for me? Watching you shut me out, never telling me what’s going on in that head of yours? Not to mention your fans… They’re fully convinced that your shitty season is all my fault, that our relationship is ruining your career.”  

“Y/N, I know…”  

That was a lie. He didn’t know. Max had ignored the comments and criticism because, deep down, he believed you weren't to blame for his performance, especially when you rarely even went with him to the races anymore.  

“There’s nothing I can say to argue with you,” Max admitted. “You’re absolutely right. I’ve been a complete asshole today, and I’m truly sorry. I love you, Y/N, more than you know…”  

“Are you sure you love me?” you shot back, your voice trembling with anger. “Do you love me, or your damn career? Because lately, it feels like your whole world revolves even more around cars, races, speed, adrenaline, and your constant need to be the best at everything.”  

“Hey…” Max tried, his voice faltering.  

“Every day, you show me more and more that we’re no longer a team… that I’m no longer a part of you. And I know I’m not the only one who sees it.”  

Your words hit him like a dagger, but he knew he deserved them.  

“It’s not just about you forgetting my birthday today, Max. It’s everything. You don’t listen to me… you don’t give me anything, not even a minute of your day, let alone affection or support. Why should I stay in a relationship that, instead of giving me life, is killing me inside?”  

Your words struck him like a bucket of ice water.  

“You don’t get it, do you?” you asked, frustration and sadness mingling in your tone as he stayed silent. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be afraid to show me who you are, flaws and all. But you’ve always done this, Max, keeping me at arm’s length, never letting me into your life.”  

“I don’t do that, Y/N, it’s just that…” he began, summoning his courage to explain, but you cut him off once again.  

“Damn it, Max, yes, of course you do!” you yelled, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. “Do you realize that even though I’ve been with you, I’ve been completely alone? Alone, Max, utterly alone! I’ve tried so many times to talk to you, to make you see that a few bad races aren’t the end of the world for someone like you, but…”  

You stopped yourself abruptly, your throat aching and your head pounding. You felt no remorse for the way you were speaking to him since he deserved every word, but you couldn’t help but feel a deep sadness. Sadness for the Max Verstappen you had once known. A man who had been so proud of himself and his achievements after years of hard work, now emotionally shattered and, worse, so determined to hide it from everyone, including you.  

“I can’t keep giving you everything I have while you keep taking and taking, without giving anything back.”  

“I’m sorry…” Max muttered, but the words felt hollow.  

“A simple ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t fix anything, Max,” you replied, your voice quieter now but no less wounded. “I wish it were just about today, but like I said, I feel like you’re pushing me further out of your life with every passing day. You’re becoming a stranger to me, Max,” you admitted, trying not to let your voice waver. “You’ve been like this for months, and I don’t know what else to do to stop us from falling apart… though it feels like that’s exactly what you want.”  

“That’s not true,” he answered immediately, desperation in his voice. “Y/N, seriously, I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, tears welling up again. “Because I feel like you’re showing me the exact opposite.” Your voice trembled with the weight of her words. “Sometimes it feels like you love your career, the success you’ve achieved and the crowds chanting your name more than you love me.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, his voice barely audible. “You know I want to, but… I don’t know how to fix this anymore…”

You looked at him, your eyes searching his face for some sign, some silent promise that would make you believe things between you could change. But Max’s words only made you realize that you had to stop thinking fantasies and start facing reality.

“Maybe you can’t fix it,” you confessed, the words breaking you from the inside. “I can’t keep going like this, Max… I can’t keep feeling like I’m not enough… like I’m not good enough for you.”

“Seriously, there has to be a solution…” he pleaded, his voice full of regret. “I’ll do better from now on, I promise…”

“You don’t get it, do you?” You turned to look at him, the pain evident in your expression. “Things won’t magically get better if you take me to dinner or buy me a million-dollar necklace to make up for today. That won’t fix anything, Max…”

“Y/N… Y/N, please… I need you…”

No matter how many times Max said those words, he knew that any promise he made now would be meaningless, especially considering how much he had already failed you.

Feeling that there were no more words left to say between them, you slowly got out of bed. You gathered the few belongings you had on the nightstand and, with a sense of finality, began to pack a bag, all the while feeling Max’s powerless gaze on you.

“I can’t keep waiting, Max,” you said, her voice steady despite the anguish inside. “Today, no matter how much I tried to turn a blind eye, let it go, and even put myself in your shoes… This… everything… after many tries… God, Max, all of this… That was the moment I knew.”

[temiizpalace]

★┊"THANK YOU FOR PLAYING WITH ME.”

SUMMARY: you lose the marbles game, lookig at jamil one final time.

CHARACTERS: jamil viper

GENRE: angst, squid game au

WARNINGS: mentions of death, gunshots and cursing. spoilers for squid game season 1. please read at own risk.

NOTES: my friends wanted to watch squid game together and there is material to work with. please enjoy, this idea was fun, despite not being much. (readers player number was selected randomly).

reader is g/n

★˙∘

you watched as your marble rolls across the field, only falling slightly behind jamil’s. staring at the small ball, you smiled to yourself, turning to jamil who couldn’t bear to look at you.

his head was turned, looking toward the wall. he should’ve known. of course they’d pit allies against each other, making them turn against one another all for the sake of cash, it was inevitable, you could see it from miles away.

..and yet, he still fell for the stupid trap. he clenched his fist, cursing himself. why.. why did he feel so strongly? strongly for someone he had met recently? it’s dumb, idiotic, and foolish.

so why?

“jamil.” you call out, making him flinch. failing to respond, you call out once more. “jamil,” you smile, putting the bag of marbles in his hand. “you win, you’re one game closer to traveling the world!” hearing your voice, there was a certain contempt within it, like you’re satisfied with the outcome.

that tone infuriated him, causing him to grit his teeth. “you..��� he mutters, turning abruptly and grabbing your collar. jamil nearly slams you against the wall, eyes holding a certain look of pure fury. “..you tried to lose?” as he raised his voice you flinched, not expecting the outburst.

“you’re fucking serious?! you’re just giving up?!” he shouts, scowling and shaking you back and forth. you hadn’t expected such a reaction from someone as calm and composed as jamil, so seeing him like this was certainly a shock.

during every game, he had kept a straight face. you admired him for this, keeping so collected and straight faced, even in the face of death. yet, here he was.

he shoves the marbles back into your hand, glaring at you with a hardened expression. “..throw it again.” he demands, his hands shaky. you stare at the bag in your hands, void of any look of sadness. “i lost.” you shrug, holding the bag loosely in your hands. “i said throw it again.” he hissed, his grip on your collar tightening.

you chuckle, slipping the marbles into his pockets. “even if i did, id still lose.” he bit his lower lip, trying to bite back his hurl of aggressive pleads. “why..” he grunts, his voice cracking.

“why?” you repeat, moving your hand to hold his. “..you deserve to win. you had ambitions, hopes, dreams, it inspired me.” you state, holding his hand in a tight grip. “i had nothing outside of these games. nothing to win for.”

“don’t say that.. don’t you dare fucking say that,” he quivers, shaking his head. he choked back the tears threatening to spill, shutting his eyes tightly as you pat his back. “..maybe, in another universe, we’ll be able to travel the world together.” you pull him in, feeling his hands move from your collar to wrapping around you.

“we can’t be together in this universe, but perhaps in another, we’ll be able to do so much more.” you eye the guards approaching giving jamil one last squeeze.

they pull him away, his back turned from you. the guards approached you, but before they pulled the trigger, you decide to deliver your final words. “jamil!”

he freezes, as do the guards.

“thank you,” your eyes crinkle, eyes watering as you began.

“thank you, for playing with me.”

taking your final breath, the guards placed the weapon to your head. jamil flinches as he heard the gunshot, wiping his tears as he walked away. he couldn’t turn to face your lifeless body.

ah, he realizes why he liked you so much now.

you were the only person willing to understand him. the only one who saw him, to lookout for him. for once, he actually dreamed. even in these terrible games, you were a beacon of hope he could follow in these dark times.

you taught him how to dream.

PLAYER 298, ELIMINATED.

A/N: guess which death this is based on lol im not coping you are lol (tbh not exactly what i expected but it’s almost 1AM and i am writing this all on memory and caffeine) anyways how do we feel abt the angst fic

date published: 01/11/25

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[marshiewritesfics]

Hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with having a civilian s/o who doesn’t know they’re the bat boys yet and the boys start gushing about their alter ego a lot and s/o’s just like “Hey, do you have a celebrity crush on Nightwing/Robin/redrobin/Redhood?” (It’d just be funny if s/o was smart enough to notice their boyfriend’s odd behaviours, but coming to the wrong conclusion which they’re very chill about).

Civilian! S/O Who Is Clueless About the Batboys Alter Ego’s But Eventually Finds Out

A/N - Thank you so much for the request, @nesting-dreams ! I hope that you enjoy!

DICK GRAYSON-

- Dick subtly drops many hints a day stating that he saw, Nightwing, and you’re just wondering how he sees him so often

- “You’re really infatuated with this Nightwing guy, aren’t you?”

- Dick stammers out, “Uh…no why?” Trying to play it off that he’s not secretly him.

- You’re suspicious but you shrug and go to read some books in the study.

- “Whew that was close.” Dick thinks to himself.

- Later on you kept pestering him with questions about Nightwing seeing if he would slip up and spill his secrets but Dick learned and isn’t telling anything now.

- He offers short answers and dismisses your questions with short explanations.

- Every day after that you kept tabs on whether or not he would mention Nightwing and then take notes on what he said.

- Each time he would slip up a little and mention his signature blue or the suit or even some of the gadgets he had.

- You figured Dick was either a major fanboy or he was hiding something so you decide to do a little research.

- You take notes about when Dick leaves during the day, odd behaviors, and new scars that mysteriously appear on his body.

- You knew something was up but you wouldn’t confront him yet until you had concrete evidence.

- That is until one day you were doing the laundry and you find a blue and black spandex suit buried in the bottom of the laundry basket.

- You whip out your phone, take a few pictures of the suit, in all different angles and stuff the suit back in the bottom of the basket pretending to not have seen it

- You had your evidence now you just had to wait till Dick got home and you would see what’s really going on

JASON TODD-

- You notice that he’s out one night until almost midnight and you’re worried.

- So you decide to stay up all night and wait for him to get home.

- Jason arrives home at around 2am, and, he’s bruised and has quite a few scrapes on his arm.

- He was smart though and removed his Red Hood suit off earlier and hid it in a safe place.

- “Jason! What in the world happened to you? This is what you’ve been doing all night? Getting hurt?” You exclaimed, rushing over to help bandage his arms.

- He stares at you in shock not expecting you to be up so late waiting for him. Normally you were fast asleep by now. He honestly doesn’t know how to respond.

- “This? Oh, that’s nothing. I was just out for a little late night walk.” He said with a shrug but you could see him wince ever so slightly.

- “I just saw you wince! That was no ordinary walk, Jason!” You say, as you get him all bandaged up.

- Jason stares at you in bewilderment that you’re getting so worked up over this. You never acted like this before.

- “Like I said, it was nothing. Now that my arms all taken care of, I’m going to head up to bed. Thank you for taking care of me, y/n.”

- Jason leaves to go upstairs but before he does, you whip out one of his Red Hood jackets that you found one day behind the house.

- “If you were just out for a little walk then what’s this?” You exclaim, holding up his jacket.

- Jason’s eyes grow huge in shock. “Y/N, where did you get that? I don’t know what that is.” He said, quickly trying to cover his tracks before revealing his secret.

- “Uh huh. Well, go get some rest but we’ll talk about this in the morning.” You say, staring at him suspiciously.

- You have never seen Jason move so fast. He grabbed both the jacket and a stray bullet that had fallen from one of the many holes on the jacket before racing upstairs to clean up any other evidence of his escapades.

TIM DRAKE-

- You had a feeling that Tim was hiding something from you but you didn’t know what it was.

- Tim spends countless tireless hours in his workshop making things but you didn’t know what they were for.

- So one day you make your way down to his workshop while he was out running errands.

- You sneak inside (you already had the password written down and hidden for safe keeping) and explore his workspace

- Various sharp objects and things that looked vaguely like weapons were strewn about onto various tables or mounted on the walls

- A high tech monitor was installed on one of the far walls complete with vocal recognition and retina scans

- You weren’t going to mess with that so you made your way over to a tall, case that was located next to some scraps of fabric

- Curious, you reach up to open the door to see what was inside, but before you could Tim burst through the door of the shop.

- With a squeak, you turn to hide but before you could, Tim spots you and he is visibly unnerved and surprised.

- “Y/N! How did you get down here? What did you see? This is nothing! Don’t worry about any of this stuff.” Tim exclaims, hurriedly trying to hide any evidence of his alter ego but you’ve already seen too much.

- “I’ll just be going now…” you say, your voice trailing off as you make your way back towards the door.

- “Wait! Y/N, I can explain everything just give me some time.” Tim calls after you.

- “Ok! Just don’t be doing anything that I wouldn’t do while you’re out. We’ll talk about this later.” You say, rushing upstairs to document everything that you saw before he tries to deny any of this (or tries to get rid of any evidence)

- You were not going to forget this any time soon no matter what Tim tries to deny.

[haikyu-mp4]

January

word count; 953 – f!reader

Bokuto Kotaro learned his lesson last semester; he could not leave studying until the last minute. Thus, he begrudgingly put on an extra layer of clothes and walked through the snow to the library. He took a seat by a table in the back after smiling at the woman who occupied the other end. Outside the window, snow was falling slowly, and Bokuto wished he had enjoyed it more on his walk there before shaking his head and opening his books. Then he picked up a pen, which is where the struggles started rolling in. He could never figure out how to learn, which is why he ended up writing out words he didn't understand with no purpose for hours (minutes) on end.

You quickly had to look up again at the man who joined you at the table, and not just because of his handsome face. He was making a lot of noises and pressed his pencil down so hard that the paper moved and rattled along with the table. How were you supposed to focus like this? It wasn't long until you picked up your books and stood from your seat.

Bokuto looked up with an apologetic expression on his face, thinking you wanted to leave, but it quickly turned to surprise when you sat down across from him instead. "Hey, I'm y/n." His body got stuck in a seemingly shaken state. You looked at him expectantly until you decided to keep talking and picked up his notebook. "Wow, I don't know what any of this means." A chuckle left your mouth, and he finally gathered his thoughts.

"Me neither. I'm Bokuto." You happily shook hands and kept talking for the rest of the hour. An hour might have been a bit too long for a study break, but it was only January after all. "-I also like drawing, but there won't be any time for that this semester if I can't figure out how to learn stuff and actually remember it later."

"Why don't you draw it, then? Two birds, one stone," you said, pitch going up in the excitement of helping your new friend. "I draw all my notes. Writing is so boring and does nothing for me." Bokuto looked at your notes when you showed him the pages covered in different drawings and colours. He couldn't help but think that even though he couldn't tell what you studied, he kind of understood what the page tried to teach him. Are you some sort of guardian angel?

"That's brilliant."

You and Bokuto met at the library a few more times, and you watched him become more confident with his studying. You peeked at the pages sometimes, and he even inspired you with his little arrows and other additions to help remember. One day when you sat across from each other, you noticed that his hair kept falling in his eyes. He hadn’t had the time to gel it, nor cut it lately, and it had grown quite fast. Rummaging through your bag, you found a small scrunchie and placed it on the table between you. "Here, take this." He looked up wide-eyed, glancing at it and then back to you before shaking his head.

"Thanks, but I don't think so. I'll look stupid," he whispered while leaning slightly over the table.

You shrugged your shoulders and went back to your notes. "Suit yourself." After a couple of minutes passed, you saw a hand reach out and grab the scrunchie. Amused eyes stayed on him with a fond smile as Bokuto gathered some hair on top of his head and secured it with your hair tie. Because the sun had gone down outside, Bokuto could turn to the window and easily see his reflection, a burst of childish laughter bubbling in his throat at the sight of his hair. You could only watch him from your side of the table, shaking your head and sighing affectionately.

"I don't think I can read another word," Bokuto admitted hours later and closed his book. "I've had enough for today." You chuckled and nodded in agreement. You both began packing up your stuff, standing up to get the last books into your bags. When that was successful, you looked at each other and frowned. Bokuto seemed frozen with a blank expression.

"Bokuto? You okay there, bud?"

"Huh? Yes." He still looked like he was thinking about something, contemplating. Instead of keeping you waiting anymore, he just asked. "Want to hang out sometime?"

You smiled at him, taken off guard but happy he asked. "Sure, what do you want to do?" Bokuto had not thought about that part. What do you ask a woman to do? What's normal? He said "Hang out", where do men and women just hang out? His mind quickly tried to figure out an answer, and the first thing that came to mind was-

"Maybe a morning run? Would be nice to have some company." He grinned at you, satisfied that he didn't say anything too weird. You squinted at him, confused about the unexpected suggestion. I'm not exactly a runner.

"That sounds fun. When?"

"7 a.m.? I have a class at 10." You pushed away any negative thoughts when he smiled so innocently.

“That works. Meet you outside the main entrance at 7 a.m. tomorrow,” you repeated to check that you had all the facts, also realising how early 7 a.m. was for running.

"Cool." Bokuto bounced on the balls of his feet, looking like he was re-energised by the agreed hang-out. "See you, y/n!" He quickly turned around and walked out of the library, roses on his cheeks before he even got outside.

The Schoolyear Series ║ masterlist

[mads-hemmo]

It’s Nice to Have a Friend- Jschlatt

Part 6

Masterlist

Reader has been lonely their whole life. They have never been in a relationship. They don’t understand why no one will love them but their best friend, Schlatt has always been in love with them.

Schlatt wakes up with the worst pounding headache he has ever had. He can’t remember most of last night, but he feels like something happened. He looks over at his nightstand and sees a glass of water, two pills, his phone and a note. The note reads, “Here’s some advil, you’re going to need it. Call me when you are less hungover!”

He can tell by the curly handwriting that you wrote the note. Part of him wished you would have stayed with him. He wanted to cuddle with you again or at least have you cuddle with the cats. He’s worried that he fucked something up, but he’s not sure what he did.

Before he calls you, he calls Mika. “Hey man! How are you feeling?” Mika answers, a little too loud for Schlatt’s liking.

“Shitty. What happened last night?” Schlatt asks, rubbing his forehead.

“You don’t remember do you? You sang Creep for (Y/N), but I don’t think they got the message. Then when you guys left, I think they were crying. You were so drunk, they were dragging you around.”

Schlatt remembers singing Creep and it not exactly going as he planned. That is why he took so many shots. He wanted to forget your confusion and the way you were talking to a random guy. “Why were they crying?”

“I’m not sure. They tried to tell us they weren’t. Maybe you should ask them.”

“Alright, thanks. Have a great show tonight,” Schlatt hangs up.

He knows he needs to call you, but he wants to delay the inevitable of whatever happened. He takes the advil you laid out and goes to check on the cats. Schlatt feeds them, hoping his hangover will go away soon.

After a few hours of laying around, Schlatt starts feeling better. He picks up his phone and sees his Lock Screen of the two of you. It was a photo taken when he moved back to New York. The two of you had decided to go out to stay inside and play Mario Kart like most days. You made him take a selfie with you as a bet. You told him if you won the next two games, he had to take a selfie with you. He reluctantly smiled when you took the picture. However, when he saw the picture, he made you send it to him then it immediately became his Lock Screen.

Looking at the two of you happy, made his heart swell. He longed for moments like this where you two were just happy. He wished that he could spend every moment with you. He didn’t care if you two were together or not. He just wanted to be near you always.

Schlatt bites the bullet and calls your number. “Hi,” you let out when he answers. He doesn’t know why but you sound tired and sad. He hopes you’re okay.

“Hey you wanted me to call you when I was less hungover and I’m less hungover,” he tells you.

“Okay. Can I come over? This may be a better conversation in person.”

“Of course. My door is always open for you.”

He hears you hang up and waits for your arrival. He is curious as to what the conversation is and why it needed to be in person. His anxiety is filling his brain with all the worst possibilities.

As he is worrying, the doorbell rings. He rushes to get the door. He sees you staring there with your hair pulled up and wearing his hoodie. You look even more tired than you sounded on the phone. the sight made him want to pull you into a hug. “Come in,” he tells you, leading you to sit on the couch.

You sit down beside him but put a bit of space between you two. You sigh before asking, “Do you remember anything from last night?”

“Not really. The last thing I remember is singing, but that’s about it.”

You nod. “You told me something last night. Something that sober Schlatt might not have told me.” You look up at him.

Oh shit. He didn't, did he? “What did drunk Schlatt tell you?”

“You told me you loved me and not like a friendly love. You told me you were in love with me,” you tell him.

He looks at you horrified trying to read your face. He wonders what you thought about it. Probably bad based upon your appearance. “I’m sorry (Y/N). I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I couldn’t. I knew you wouldn’t feel the same and I didn’t want to lose you,” Schlatt rambles.

You grab his hand. “I never said I didn’t feel the same. That's the problem. I don’t know how I feel. I love you so so much, but I never thought about loving you like that. I’m not saying it’s impossible. I’m just saying I never thought about it. I’ve never been in love, so I don’t know what it feels like.”

He nods. “Is there anything I could do to help you? This is why I didn’t want to tell you.”

“No, I’m glad you told me. I think you would have hurt yourself more if you kept it to yourself,” you tell him. “This might be crazy, but maybe you should kiss me.”

His eyes widen at that. “What?”

“Kiss me. Maybe if you kiss me, it will all make sense. That’s what happens in movies. I know this is real life, but maybe it’s worth a shot.”

Before you can say anything else, his lips are on yours. He feels you immediately kiss him back. He has been waiting for this moment forever and actually experiencing it doesn’t feel real. He pulls you closer to him, needing you as close as possible.

You pull away slightly to catch your breath. “Woah. That was,” you start, not finding the right words.

Schlatt nods, reading your mind. “Did that help you at all?” He asks, lightly brushing a piece of hair that had fallen behind your ear.

“Maybe. Maybe you need to kiss me again to really be sure,” you tease.

“Don’t tempt me Toots. I’ll kiss you all damn day if I have to.” He could kiss you forever, it seems. He would quit making videos if I meant spending the day making out with you.

“I liked it a lot. I haven’t kissed many people, but it never felt like that. Is it supposed to feel electric? I feel like if I touch my lips, I’m going to shock myself.”

“I think that’s what they call sparks, Darling,” he smirks at you. “Don’t worry I felt them too.”

You smile at him. “What does this mean for us?”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything but I want it too. We will still be best friends no matter what happens. Honestly, nothing would be different other than we kiss and maybe do more if you’re up for it,” he assures you. Schlatt would love to do more with you, but he doesn’t want to push you in any way.

You nod. “What does that make us though? Friends who make out with each other? Partners?”

“We can be whatever you want us to be. I would like to be partners personally, but if you aren’t ready for that, that’s okay. I just want to do whatever makes you happy.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” He questions.

“For being you and being so understanding. I would like to be partners too, but can we keep it between us? I want it to be our thing,” you ask him.

Schlatt wishes he could shout that you feel the same from the rooftops, but he wants what makes you happy. “Of course. Whatever you want, Bub.”

“Can you kiss me again?”

“You don’t have to ask,” he laughs, kissing you again. He grabs you by your hips to place you on his lap. Schlatt deepens the kiss by pulling you somehow closer to him. His tongue swipes your bottom lip, causing your mouth to open slightly. As soon as you open up, his tongue is immediately in your mouth.

Schlatt pulls away and his mouth immediately goes to your neck. Being with you like this is better than he would have ever thought. The way you are putty in his hands makes him want you more. He starts kissing your neck, enjoying the sounds escaping your lips. “Jay,” you breathe out.

He starts lightly sucking just below your ear. He presses a soft kiss on the spot he left before kissing your lips again. The kiss gets heated rather quickly.

After what feels like hours, Schlatt finally pulls away from you. Your forehead falls on his as you both work to catch your breath. You both smile at each other. “Why are we only doing this now?” You ask.

Schlatt lets out a small laugh. “Well I’ve been thinking about it for years,” he tells you, kissing your nose.

“How long have you known?” You ask him.

“I think I’ve always been in love with you, but I really felt it when I moved away. I remember doing an episode of Love or Host and thinking it was all bullshit. My love was in New York. I didn’t need some stupid twitch streamer. I know it was all for content, but all I could think about was you. After a bit of suffering in Austin, I knew I had to come back home to you,” Schlatt admits. It feels good to fully get it off of his chest.

Tears start welling in your eyes. “I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been. I have been so oblivious about your feelings. I’m happy I know now though.”

Schlatt wipes a few of your stray tears. “We have plenty of time to be together. Don’t worry your pretty little head about that.”

You smile at him. “Just so you know, you’re never getting this hoodie back. It’s too comfortable,” you tell him.

He puts the hood on your head. “You keep it. It looks way better on you anyways.”

“You’re gonna regret saying that. Just be warned if all your hoodies and sweatshirts go missing,” you tell him.

He laughs a bit at you. “Want to watch a movie? You can pick,” he asks.

“Mamma Mia,” you suggest.

Schlatt knows better than to say no to you, so he immediately turns the movie on. As soon as the movie starts, he pulls you into him. You lay your head on his chest and he kisses the top of your head. He feels so content in this moment like everything in his life had finally fallen into place. He holds you close, never wanting to let you go. “I love you,” he finally says out loud.

“I love you too, Jay,” you tell him. Schlatt smiles to himself, knowing there were going to be many nights like this from now on

A/N: Ahh this series has finally come to a close! I do plan to write a one off smut and I’ll write maybe some one shot stuff. Thank you so much for enjoying this story! I’m grateful for all of you! My asks are open for other reqs!

[zaahvi]

slowly starting to work on my own evanuris designs, first up are dirthamen and falon'din! (i did the busts a month ago now and hadn't decided on the outfits yet so that's why the colours don't match lmao)

some more design notes under the cut :)

in my headcanon, dirthamen was their original spirit (of guidance) and split while making his body because his soul was conflicted about whether he wanted to, or remain as a spirit. when he split, "dirthamen" was content with his new form, while the other half - falon'din - was not, and was twisted into despair. specifically, i imagine it as the sort of despair where you try to cling onto anything to try to make yourself happy, but to no avail.

i thought it'd be neat for them to have a mark symbolising their spirit shattering, like a birthmark. then making it look like their (eventual) vallaslin design made a lot of sense.

i had an idea for dirthamen to have one eye a long time ago, because he has a LOT of similarities to our odinn - god of knowledge and wisdom, often depicted as a hooded figure, and has two ravens (interestingly, while fear and deceit sound like demon names, huginn ("thought") and muninn (anything from: memory, will, remembrance, intention) sound like spirit names). and while elgar'nan holds odinn's title of all-father, he's more like tyr imo.

dirthy's outfit was loosely based off the robed evanuris in the black codex concept art where they're doing the ritual at the blight box lol. i saw that person and was like yeah that's my special god with his dark robes and his little dagger. ofc i had to give him more style though, and dropped in some colour (as falon'din has canonically claimed the colour black) i decided on green because of his eye colour, and turquoise because sometimes when light hits ravens' feathers they kinda look blue. his mosaic has him covering his mouth, so i covered his mouth here too. also, i know his symbol has a little mohawk thing going on in the ingame statues, i couldn't draw it at that angle guys i'm sorry, shapes are hard.

since falon'din mirrors dirthamen in appearance, he got the single eye too. his colours are also more muted because of the whole despair thing. i also found it really interesting that his symbol is the sun, i 100% thought that was sylaise, but it makes sense as sometimes the setting sun is seen as a symbol of death. also the crook he has on his mosaic was really interesting to me and i included it after i read an 18 page paper on them while researching. it's a shepherd's tool - but can also be seen as a symbol of power/status, and there's quite a few of our irl gods depicted holding one. it's honestly really fascinating. that little magic spark doesn't mean anything though it's just for flair :)

i put fally in an ancient elven armour with minimal design changes as he doesn't strike me as sentimental and is rather more like someone who wants to show off and be the cuntiest person in the room at all times. although black is his colour, again i muted it a little, same with the gold. i may edit his design a little in the future to include his owls but for now i'm just kinda trying to figure out how they'd fit in

[seokminfilm]

nangs | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, very short, kissing, pet names (seokmin uses 'baby', reader uses seokmin's nicknames), touchy-feely reader, flirty seokmin, wholesome

🪄 summary, your boyfriend can tell the new shorts he bought have a massive effect on you.

🪄 author's note, saw that picture on my interest feed and automatically thought of seokmin (i'm ill ugh he's so fine)........anw currently in a writing slump & period cramps decided to hit me so i'm sorry for the lack of fics ☹ if you have any seokmin aus/fics/tropes you'd like to see me try, let me know! enjoy me and my hormones going insane

🪄 now playing, happy alone, bss (seventeen)

Your boyfriend lies sprawled out on the bed, brown hair still slightly tousled from waking up from his nap. His eyes are tired, half-lidded and handsome as his eyes scan what must be a long-winded text, based on how his lips move as he reads it.

Something was different about him─your boyfriend was always attractive, drawing your attention from everything you were doing even when he wasn't trying to, but he was doing it easier and more often today.

His hair was the same, that rich brown hair fluffy and calling out to you to card your fingers through it. His face was the same too, features more sharp since he just woke up from what must have been a good nap.

It wasn't his smell either─he smelled of faint cologne and men's deodorant (the good, sweet kind), which he always smelled like. Maybe it was the expression he had on his face─still sleep-ridden, but slowly warming up, a lazy smirk on his face as he chuckled at something on his phone's screen. It was attractive, you wouldn't lie, and you loved it when Seokmin was like this.

But, no; that wasn't it either. What was it that kept drawing you to your boyfriend so easily?

...It was those, wasn't it?

Seokmin had bought a new pair of shorts yesterday, as he came in ranting about how he had found all these good sales at the stores he went to. You didn't really get a good look at them until now, and good god, was he hot in them.

The outfit he was wearing now was simple, a snug-fitting, white tank top, paired on top of the pretty shorts. You could see the dip of his body from your vantage point, and you had to hold yourself back from sighing dreamily, biting your fingernail to distract yourself.

Of course he'd wear that while taking a nap so you could walk in on him. He probably knew the effect his tank tops had on you, laughing silently even now at your blushed face.

"You have so many pictures of me on your phone, baby. Why do you need to stare at me? Do you want another one?" Seokmin's voice is rich, and teasing, and you finally meet his eyes, blushing as Seokmin smirks at you.

"I do want another picture, actually." You play along, walking over to your side of the bed as you slide in beside Seokmin. The scent of his fading cologne draws you in faster than you can think, and you're already tracing the veins in his muscles, giggling as Seokmin laughs at you.

"Photo ops are closed at the moment. Give me an hour when I look presentable." Seokmin jeers lightly, and you shake your head, kissing him slowly as he hums.

"You look presentable just like this." You whisper, hands ghosting over the white tank top and shorts. Seokmin smiles up at you, eyes filled with mirth and sparkles as he chuckles lowly.

"I'd knew you'd like these. I remember when we went shopping the last time, you said I'd look good in this specific style of shorts. See? I took your advice. I listen well." Seokmin's sentence is muffled by the sound of your lips on his again, and his hands fly to your hips, not stopping your ministrations.

"So well." You add, and Seokmin's face gets a splash of red, cheeks blaring up as he scoffs, looking away. Giggling lightly, your fingertips tease the end of Seokmin's tank top, and he giggles, breath picking up as he shakes his head.

"You're such a tease, baby. Stop���get your fingertips away from there. That tickles." Seokmin has a light pout on his lips, and you kiss the pout, smiling.

"I love you." You say out of the blue, and Seokmin smiles, lips flush against your neck as he nods. "I love you too."

"No, like─" You pause, finger tracing Seokmin's strong collarbone. He sighs lightly, leaning into his pillow as his eyes flutter shut for just a second.

He looks heavenly like this─silent as he lets you do your thing. He mumbles something under his breath, and although you can't hear it, you can tell it's a curse word. You giggle even more at the thought of flustering him to the point of cursing.

"What are you laughing at?" Seokmin opens his eyes, so in tune with you that he knows you're hiding a laugh.

"Nothing, Seok." You smile, kissing his neck again as he sighs. "Now let me finish my thought." Seokmin laughs lightly, smile growing wider as you tug at his ears, tracing them softly.

"I love you so much. You're so kind, and funny, and sweet, and understanding, and warm, and loving, and caring, and cheerful, and all mine. All mine." You finish, now just inches away from Seokmin's lips as you look down at them, glossy from your earlier kisses.

"And you're all mine, baby." Seokmin's voice is so low it's a rumble now, and you smile, closing the gap as you close the deal that came with it: you are Seokmin's, and he is yours.

[skzplayera]

i saw this photo and i was like WOW, i love men with big hearts, and i obviously know something else is big!!

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pairing : minho x reader warnings : degradation (?) , smut , fluff , rough / messy sex , mentions of big dick ( bc he obviously has one ) notes : aftercare at the end because minho wouldnt fuck you for the first time and not give you aftercare !!

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you were sitting on the couch in the living room, scrolling on your phone. you open twitter, randomly scrolling and liking some posts until one of them catches your eye. It was a video of your boyfriend, minho, dancing. you’ve seen videos of him dancing before, but this video in particular was different. he was wearing an all white outfit, but the shirt wasnt any ordinary shirt. it had a low v cut collar, making his big chest show. you and minho had only been dating for four months, so you two haven’t done anything intimate. The farthest you two have gone was a messy makeout session before bed, but never anything more than that. gosh you two haven’t even seen each other naked yet, but i mean its only been eight months so maybe thats why. you keep looking at your phone, liking and commenting a filthy comment on the video with shaky hands, watching it over and over again, staring at his chest before turning off your phone and getting up to get something to eat. you head into the kitchen, pulling out some ingredients to make ramen. you decided to make some for you and minho since he was coming home from practice in a bit anyways. As the ramen was cooking, you could hear the front door unlocking.

“jagiya, im home!” he says as he walks into the kitchen, seeing you there. He walks up to you and gives you a back hug, then turns you around to kiss you on the lips. you smile and ruffle his sweaty hair before asking, “how was practice?” he just sighs tiredly, giving you a kiss on your forehead, “tiring as always..but today was my last day before i got a week off, so it was worth it!” he replies, seeing your shocked face and giggling. “you’re finally off?! they haven’t given you a break in ages, im so happy for you!” you say, kissing his cheek. “yeah surprisingly..im gonna go shower okay? then we can eat and watch a movie, how does that sound?” he asks you. you just nod, giving him a soft smile. he then just giggles at you and turns around, heading towards your shared restroom that was in the bedroom.

about 30 minutes pass by, and you hear the water to the shower stop. luckily the food was finished by then, still fresh and hot. you get out two bowls from the kitchen cabinets, pouring the ramen into both of the bowls, then setting them down at the table with a spoon and chopsticks. minho comes out of the restroom in a loose shirt and sweatpants, his wet hair being messy. he walks towards the table, hugging you then whispering something sweet in your ear, “you’re the best girlfriend ever, you know.” you just smile and blush at his comment, “and you’re the best boyfriend ever, now hurry up and eat before it gets cold.” you say, patting his head playfully. he giggles and sits down, and you sit down after him. you two have a small conversation, finishing your food and putting your plates up. before you know it, you’re cuddled on the bed like couch with him, a big blanket covering you two while you guys find a movie to watch. after endless scrolling and not being able to find anything, he decides to pick up your phone to lookup a movie or show to watch. you let him, but then realize that you never closed out twitter. he unlocks the phone and sees himself on the screen, making him giggle.

“watching videos about me while im gone?” he says, then opens the comments to see yours posted a few hours ago. he doesn’t say anything, he just reads it, smiling in shock. “it just popped up on my feed..i didn’t search it up or anything..!” you say nervously, trying to reach out for your phone but just as you do, he slaps your hand, swatting it away. “do you really want me jagi?” he asks, putting down your phone, and making eye contact with you. you slowly nod, keeping eye contact with him. “you want me to fuck you rough? fill you up and make you whine?” you nod again, not being able to speak. “if you really want me to break you then you’re gonna have to speak baby.” he says, sitting up and moving on top of you to pin you down onto the couch, “yes sir..” you respond before being attacked on the neck by him. he bites and sucks wherever he can, making sure you have enough hickeys to show off to everyone. he removes the blanket off you two, then slowly zips down his hoodie that you were wearing, and to his surprise, you weren’t wearing anything underneath other than a cute lacy bra, and luckily, it was his favorite color. he smirks and sits up to move his hands behind your back, quickly unclipping your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He leaned his face into your chest, biting and licking everywhere, sucking on your hard nipples. you whined underneath him, grabbing his hair and slightly tugging. he continued until your chest was full of marks made by him, making him smile at the sight.

“do you want me? you think you can take me?” you nod eagerly, tugging on his collared shirt. he giggles at your actions as you pull him close to your face, making him give you a peck on your lips, then unbuttoning his shirt to reveal whats hiding under. he had a BEAUTIFUL chest, he was buff everywhere. he had big beautiful veiny arms & hands, it made you go feral. you didn’t realize how long you were staring for until he pointed it out, chuckling at you. “you dont know how long ive been wanting this baby..” he tells you, then before you know it, hes taking off his sweatpants as well, revealing his huge bulge in his boxers. he discards the pants somewhere with his shirt, then focuses back on you, playing with the hem of your shorts before giving you small kisses on your legs, leading all the way before stopping to where your shorts got in the way. he softly growls and tugs down your shorts in a fast motion, making you gasp at how quickly the cold air hits your bare thighs. he looks at your cute lacy underwear which matched your bra that was thrown on the floor moments ago.“fuck baby a matching set? you know how to kill me, hm?” you smile at him before responding, “I bought it months ago and didn’t decide to wear it until now..so its your lucky day i guess.” you say giggling, he just jokingly rolls his eyes before kissing you passionately. you wrap your arms around his neck while he kisses you, then gasp, feeling a hand touch your thigh, then your clothed pussy. he makes soft circles with his thumb on your clothed clit, making you moan in his mouth. he pulls away and leans down to get in between your legs, using his hands to spread your legs wide open, placing soft kisses and licking your clit. he can feel how wet you are, soaking your underwear with your juices. “so wet..just for me, all for me..” he says, then sneaks a finger through your underwear, softly playing with your pussy before pulling down your underwear, fully taking them off and throwing them on the floor. he plays with your clit for a bit before sticking a finger in your cunt, making you gasp and tighten around his finger. he slowly fucks you with his one finger before adding another one out of nowhere, making you moan at the feeling of being stretched out just by his fingers.

“how does that feel baby?” before you get any time to respond, he fucks you even faster and deeper, making you whine and moan like a pornstar. “f-feels so good min..” he smiles and continues to finger fuck you until you finally explode, coating his fingers with your juices. he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, giving you some time to relax before you feel his hands on your body, flipping you around so that your laying on your stomach. it happened so fast you almost couldn’t comprehend what he said before he repeats it again. “what? are you that fucked out that you cant hear me? oh baby, im going to fuck your brains even more, so put your ass up for me.” you dont say anything and you do what he orders, putting your ass up. he smirks and gives your ass a slap before taking off his boxers and teasing you with his cock, rubbing his tip against your slit. you whine, pushing your ass against him, hoping he would just shove it in and fuck you silly. after a few more seconds, he slowly puts it in, stretching you out to your max. he was HUGE. he kept pushing it in, making you realize how long his cock actually was. whenever he was done, you felt like you could feel him in your stomach, making you moan. he lets you adjust to the feeling for a few seconds before slowly pulling in and out, making you grip the bed sheets below you. he keeps going harder and faster with each thrust, making you practically scream to the point where the neighbors could probably hear. “m-min..fuck, s-so big..” you mumble, drool pooling out of your mouth. he fucks you like a wild rabbit in heat, going so fast, not letting you think. he moans as you tighten around him, knowing that you’re probably close to cumming. with a few more thrusts, you moan and orgasm around his cock, making him close to cumming aswell. “where do you want me baby, tell me now please..” he moans out, still fucking into you roughly. “inside..please, fuck min, fill me up..” you answer without hesitation, so that’s exactly what he does. he cums deeply inside of you, making you whine at the feeling of being filled with his hot cum. he gives a few more thrusts before fully coming to a stop. he falls on top of you, and you two sit there in silence, just hearing the sound of eachother panting.

“im gonna go start a bath for us, and then we can order takeout okay?” you just nod, too tired to respond. he moves a few strands out of your face before softly kissing you on the lips and pulling out, making you slightly whine at the lost of being filled. he giggles and gives you another kiss on your forehead before gently getting up, and heading towards the bathroom to start the warm bath. making sure it was the right temperature before heading back towards the bedroom again, picking you up and taking you to the bathroom, placing you in the bath with him. he gently laid you on top of him, caressing your body and cleaning you off properly with your loofa, making sure you were taken care of first before he focused on himself. you were trying not to drift to sleep while he cleaned himself, but he knew you were tired, so he quickly did what he had to do. once he was done, he picked you up and held you close to him while he drained the water out the tub. he then wrapped a towel around you two, mainly making sure it covered you. he dries you and himself up, then puts one of his clean hoodies on you with a pair of your shorts, not bothering to put any underwear on you. he then takes you to bed and lays you down comfortably, covering you with the sheets before heading back to the bathroom to get himself dressed as well. he comes back to see you asleep, and he couldn’t help but smile. “jagiya..” he says, gently waking you up. “im gonna order some food okay? just rest for now and ill wake you up once its here.” you just look up at him and nod, then grab his wrist to softly pull him to bed, which he complies and falls into the bed with you, quickly pressing the order button on his device and putting his phone down to pull you closer to him, holding you close to him as you fall asleep safely in his arms.

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HI , this is my first fanfic so wow..if there is any spelling mistakes or anyone who would love to be like an editor or help me write fanfics then let me know !!

also please request ideas, i need to post more ! love yall!

[lovelypastelsweets]

♡{Onychinus' Kitten:}♡[Part #4:]

Sylus Qin X female!Cat-Hybrid!Reader

{Notes:}

This is my first fan-fiction, if you have any tip/suggestions please let me know!In this story, the 'reader' is NOT the MC, and is female(I don't have an issue with males reading, but I don't know anything about guys, and I want to be authentic. If you'd like a male-reader fan-fic please collaborate with me to deepen my understanding of the male-mind)

{Trigger-warnings:}

This story will contain minor death(of random side characters), mention human-trafficking(not in-detail), the experimentation of humans-subjects, mentions past-trauma that includes sexual-abuse(Non-descriptive. Shouldn't cause PTSD, but may likely cause that odd 'cold, dark, heavy-yet-hollow feeling' you get when something reminds you of your trauma) ALSO; The reader is described as having all limbs, having the ability to use all senses, and as having hair. I'm sorry if this is an issue, I'm trying to be as universal as possible, but if you'd like a specialized part, please message me.

Inside a small room; Sea-foam green tiles lining the walls- a camera on the corner of the left wall-, and a white tiled floor. Metal-enclosures with three solid-walls, and a doorway lined with thick bars that intercept both vertically and horizontally, are lined up in front of the right wall. Within each enclosure lies the blood-coverd bodies of humans with a verity of animal features; Crimson staining the white mattress and bedding each of them had, as the color spills onto the floor, and drips from the splattered walls.

Sylus look down at the unconscious girl in his arms; She was wearing a white T-shirt and baby-blue pants that look like those of a American-style nurse's outfit. On both of her wrist there were metal bracelet-like devices that he knew as EVOL-canceling mechanisms. She had messy bed-ridden hair, with fluffy cat-ears and a tail that matched the color of it.

Luke: "Boss! We've finished up!"

Kiren: "Yeah. How do we go about getting the money?"

Sylus looked up at the twins as they casually walked into the room. For a second, maybe two, the twins felt a sting in their hearts at the scene before them; The death of innocent people that were treated as lab-rats, whose wouldn't be morned over- the scene brought back memories.. Too many memories.

Sylus: "The money isn't a concern. The fools of this place and their "Clients" have been causing trouble for me recently. I decided that it was time to correct the issues."

The twins look at each other, sharing the same thought; "Is that really the reason he came here?"

Sylus: "Did either of you see a control-room on your way here? There are cameras. There must be a room where they can be monitored."

Luke: "Yeah, we saw one.."

Kiren: "What's up with the girl, boss?"

Luke: "I don't think she's dead."

Sylus "Go to the control-room and download any files stored there."

Sylus had no desire to answer the twins questions. And the boys were satisfied with being unanswered. After all, Sylus usually knew what he was doing- and if he didn't, his death would surely be entertaining to watch.

[Later that night:]

The hybrid-girl was still unconscious. Sylus had brought her to his mansion, placing her in a guest-room, then sent the twins out to buy her some more appropriate clothing. He sat on a back, velvet, sofa, holding and sipping from a glass of red wine, as he read the downloaded-files on the tablet that was in his other hand.

「Subject name: Y/N.

Hybrid Type: Feline.

Gender: Female.

Age: Y/A.

Height: Y/H.

Weight: Y/W.

EVOL Type: Matter-manipulation.」

「EVOL Explanation: This subject's EVOL allows her to dissolve physical matter, and recreate the object in any location.

Limitations: The subject can only manipulate matter that is known and can be visualize by the subject. The subject can only recreate matter into locations that are known and can be visualizd by the subject. Within 15-minutes of consistent use of EVOL, the subject will experience nausea. Within 30-minutes of consistent use of EVOL, the subject will begin to expell blood from mouth. Within 80-minutes of consistent use of EVOL, the subject will lose conousness.」

「Intake Information: This subject was obtained at the age of 5 from their mother. Further information is classified. Discharge Information: This subject is expected to be discharged within the next 6 months. Many clients have shown interest. A buyer has not been chosen as of the current time.」

「Information Regarding Combat Skills: Subject often preforms poorly during battle-simulations.

Strengths: Defensive position, Ambush-techniques.

Weaknesses: Lack of stamina, Unwillingness to harm the opponent, lacking the ability to adapt and react to offensive positions.

Notes: This subject commonly experiences lightheadeness, dizzyness, and lack of breath.」

「Incident Reports:

Date: Varying, Time: Varying. Age: 6-8:

Subject was a victim of "The Game Incident.

Date: (Date), Time: 13:03. Age: 10:

Subject caused the death of another subject during an attempt to use EVOL during battle-stimulation.」

There were quite a few issues with the information he just read,but he felt alarms in his head about a particular part; "The Game Incident"? He left her file, and searched the name; A new fileappears.

「The Game Incident is a series of accounts where a verity of staff members had conducted sexual activities with the subjects in their care. Security footage of these activities were being cut and edited, and furthermore being sold online.

All subjects stated the same claim of the belief that the activities were a game. All acting parties were removed from HYBE-CO and collectively agreed to stay anonymous.」

At this point Sylus wasn't sure what pissed him off more-

Luke: "Boss! We're back!"

"Flamboyant. As always." Sylus thought as he rose from his seat to meet the twins in the living room. Sylus was momentarily stunned the amount of things the twins bought. On the floor lied shopping bags full of girls' clothing, plushies, hair accessories, shoes, and some hygiene products. Perhaps giving them his card was a bad idea. Sylus grabbed a dress from one of the bags, holding in the air in query.

Luke: "What do you think, boss? Nice, right?"

Kiren nodded in agreement with his twin, both of them were dripping with confidence and pride.

Sylus: "You two are aware that she isn't a dress-up doll, correct?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke.

Kiren: "Well, we weren't really sure what to get, so we got a verity of stuff."

Luke: "Yeah! Plus, it'll be nice having a cute girl around here!"

Kiren: "Buying for a girl, is a lot like buying for a doll, isn't it?"

Sylus lets out an exasperated sigh. This is surely going to be interesting..

[eowynsowl]

A Quiet Night

Notes: Here it is, I am finally doing it- sitting down and writing my first story! This came to mind when I was feeling pretty down a bit ago. Homesick, if you will. I recently moved to Hawaii from Alabama and it has been a huge change for me for a while and after a good cry, I decided to channel my feelings into this. I hope you guys enjoy :) Any feedback is appreciated!��

Summary:  Reader is struggling with feelings of homesickness. She joined this quest eagerly, not realizing just how much she would miss her home. The stoic leader of the company offers some comfort to her. 

Warning(s): None.

The campfire crackled softly, casting warm light over the company as they sat in their usual clusters. Laughter and the murmur of low voices filled the air, but she remained apart, perched on a rock at the edge of the clearing. The stars above were bright, scattered like shards of silver in the vast darkness, but her gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, where the mountains loomed faintly against the night sky. 

She wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to find comfort in the chill of the night. Her thoughts were far from the company, far from the adventure she had agreed to join eagerly. The fire reminded her of home–of nights spent sitting near her hearth, her mother’s soft singing, and the comforting smell of warm bread. The ache in her chest felt heavier than her pack. 

“You’ve been quiet tonight.” 

The low, measured voice startled her, and she looked up to see Thorin standing a few paces away. His silhouette was dark against the firelight, his sharp features softened by the glow. He studied her with an expression that wasn’t quite unkind, but wary. 

“I did not mean to disturb you,” he added, his voice gruff but quieter now, as though he’d sensed her unease. 

She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Thorin Oakenshield wasn’t exactly the type to invite small talk, and he had barely spoken to her since she joined the company. His mistrust had been clear—he had questioned Gandalf more than once about why she had been brought along. And now, here he was, watching her with those piercing eyes, like he was trying to read her soul. 

“It’s nothing,” she said, forcing a faint smile. “Just…thinking.” 

Thorin took a step closer, his arms crossed. “You’ve been ‘just thinking’ since we made camp. That doesn’t strike me as nothing.” 

She let out a soft sigh, looking back at the horizon. “I suppose I’m just homesick.” 

There. She’d said it aloud, and the words felt heavy in the air. She didn’t know what she expected—dismissal, perhaps, or one of his sharp remarks about weakness. But Thorin remained silent, his gaze steady. After a moment, he sat down on a nearby log, his movements deliberate but not unkind. 

“It is no easy thing, to leave home,” he said finally. His voice was softer now, almost reflective. “Even for a noble purpose.” 

She looked at him, surprised by the admission. Thorin rarely spoke of his feelings, and she had never expected him to offer anything resembling sympathy.

“Do you miss it?” she asked before she could stop herself. “Your home?”

Thorin’s jaw tightened, and he looked into the fire. For a long moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he nodded, his expression distant. 

“Every day,” he said quietly. “I’ve carried the memory of Erebor for so long, it feels more like a dream than a place. But I’ve never forgotten the warmth of its halls, the sound of my kin’s laughter. That longing—it does not fade.”

She swallowed hard, her own emotions threatening to rise to the surface. “How do you bear it?” 

Thorin turned his gaze to her, and for the first time, she thought she saw something other than mistrust in his eyes. Perhaps it was understanding. Or maybe a hint of respect.

“You find strength in those who travel beside you,” he said. “In their loyalty, their courage. It is not the same as home, but it is enough to keep moving forward.” 

His words settled over her like a blanket, warm and grounding. For the first time since she’d joined the company, she felt a flicker of hope—a sense that maybe, just maybe, she could belong here. Belong among them. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. 

Thorin gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod. Then he stood, the gruffness returning to his posture as he adjusted his coat. “Get some rest,” he said. “We leave early.” 

She watched him go, her heart a little lighter than before. Maybe Thorin Oakenshield wasn’t as unapproachable as he seemed. And maybe, in this strange and dangerous journey, she could find a new sense of home—not in a place, but in the people around her.

[x--sinner--x]

Another sleepless night, but what a blessing that I came across your blog.

Reading about your fantasies excites me and I would love to know more about them. 💚🦇

A bedtime story for you. 🤭

It's a quiet night. I'm sitting on the windowsill of the open window and looking out at the empty street. Feeling the cold night breeze on my skin while I enjoy the silence calms me down.

As I gradually get tired, I get ready for bed and it doesn't take too long before I drift off to dreamland.

A cracking sound tears me out of my sleep and I look around the room, but I can't see anything because of the darkness. When I realize that I may not have closed the window properly, panic rises in me and I want to get up.

But before I manage to get out of my bed, someone pushes me back onto the bed. I'm lying on my back as the person positions himself between my legs and fixes me with his body weight beneath him.

You press your hand on my mouth and you move closer to my ear.

"How careless not to close the window. Now be a good girl and be quiet." The sound of your deep voice makes me shudder and when I nod my head you remove your hand from my mouth.

You sit up a little and grab my shirt. I reach for your hands reflexively, but you don't let that deter you and pull my shirt up. When you grab my breasts and massage them roughly, a pained groan escapes me.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

"I'm s-sorry..." Before I could finish my sentence, I already felt pain on my cheek as you slapped me. Tears gather in my eyes and run silently down my cheek. Satisfied that I'm not making a sound, you continue.

When I notice you unbuckling your pants, I start to breathe harder, but I remain motionless.

You now pull my underwear aside and reach into your pants with your hand. Your penis appears and your hand moves up and down.

Then you spit between my legs and use your saliva as lubricant to rub your cock against my pussy.

It feels good when your tip repeatedly hits my clitoris, and ashamed, I look away and close my eyes.

When your cock is completely hard, you penetrate me with a powerful thrust.

I whimper in pain and bite my lip. You let your cock slide out, only to push it back into me again, its full length. You repeat this once more.

While you fuck me uninhibitedly, you press your upper body onto mine and the fabric of your top brushes against my bare breast.

Your hip movement speeds up and with one last thrust you squirt your hot semen into me. You leave your cock in me, stay lying on top of me and we stay in this position for a moment.

As soon as you pull out of me, your semen runs out of me and you put your hand to my entrance to wet your fingers with your semen. Then you put your fingers to my lips and without further instructions I open my mouth. While I lick your semen off your fingers, you tell me not to close the window next night and then you disappear into the night.

This is quite the bedtime story and it's really well written. I might have jerked off to it a few times. And I love getting these kinds of stories sent to me. These are lovely.

I want to bring things that happened here from my perspective:

I had been meticulously planning this for ages. I saw you on the street randomly and decided I wanted you. I followed you wherever you want, keeping a safe distance to make sure you have no idea someone is even following you.

I followed you for months, taking notes of your routine, your hobbies, the layout of your house and the surroundings. I found a unique pattern in your routine - every night you used to see the empty street from your bedroom window. You would just gaze into the vehicles going from and to, and somehow it made you feel peaceful. I was across the street that way, watching you as usual and getting sidetracked for a second from how beautiful you looked. I also caught a glimpse of your sleep outfit and that was enough to get so many filthy ideas into my head.

But you didn't realise you made a mistake. You let your window open and it was my lucky day. You had never missed to close it once in my astute observation of you for this long. But tonight you didn't. So, I had to be quick before you realized the window was open.

I quickly climbed into your building and rode the pipes all the way to your window. I saw you peacefully sleeping from outside the window and proceeded to jump in. But when I landed, the floor creaked a bit, causing you to wake up and I had to get the situation under control.

I hopped on your bed, pinning you in position with me on top of you. I immediately put my hand on your mouth to stop you from screaming, considering the open window. I advise you to stay quiet after mocking you for keeping your window open.

"I had been seeing you for months, and not once have you forgotten to close that window. What changed now? You wanted a big man like myself to break in that badly? You must be one naughty, naughty girl."

I took off gloves to touch you with my own fingers and I felt your hand move towards me in defiance, but I quickly pushed it away, regaining control of your body and pushed your shirt up. Your body squirming beneath me and those heavenly breasts was the sight of my dreams. I order you to stay quiet as my hands roam your pale body, feeling every piece of your skin with my fingers until they land on your breasts. I rub my fingers on them, gently squeezing them between my palms and rotating them. You couldn't help but moan - which ended in me giving a warning to stay quiet one more time. I slapped you hard in the face to reiterate myself.

You pretty much know what happened after that. I hope you remember what happened that night - because even if you think I'm gone, I'm still watching you from afar. Keep your windows open and I might give you another visit.

[iffeelscouldkill]

Mincéir // An Luch Siúil // The Walking People

my controversial opinion is that real progress in the north won't be achieved until the world decides to consider the native irish people a white indigenous population like the sámi

[incomplete-ruler]

Posting this meme as courtesy for the personal posts I've made over the past week (most of them are privated/deleted now):

[the-name-is-loser]

Finding out odd things in the Splatoon fandom

[nezuscribe]

imagine a two or three years before the marriage with arranged!gojo, when you’re in your late teens and the gojo family invited some of the noble families to their summer estate near the ocean to relax there for a while.

obviously you and your family were invited (despite how much it angered your fathers wife that you too were included in the invitation), so you, along with four other prominent families, made your ways up north for the summer.

you were excited to be away for a while, even more excited that you were going to have an actual room and access to more things. you knew the kids there weren’t going to hang around you, so you tried making yourself comfortable in some of the more secluded places of the gojo estate.

it's one reason why gojo didn't really remember you a whole lot when you two were first married. sure, he knew he knew you from your family and all of those gatherings, but you were usually always in the background.

the north was truly beautiful in the summer, especially by the sea, so you couldn’t be too butthurt over their rejection when you had such views to remedy your pain.

most days you’d hide away in a corner of the library or walk around the grounds, steering clear of your sisters and all the other kids your age. you could hear their faint laughter near the lake or the way they stayed up all night around a fire near the gardens.

one of the nights when you were out on the beach, watching the waves as you read a book, you heard a hoard of voices getting closer and closer to you.

your head whipped around in confusion, heart sinking when you realized the other kids were coming here too. you could’ve sworn they said they were going to be out at town till midnight.

you quickly packed up all your things, ditching your little blanket as you scurried up the hill, trying to stay hidden in the line of trees as you watched them come nearer.

you could see your sisters laughing as some of the other girls and guys stumbled out on the sand, their heads thrown back in laughter as they all started to strip out of their usual garments and into the swim ones they had underneath.

you were about to leave when you heard somebody ask loudly about your blanket, wondering if it was any of theirs.

while still staying hidden you saw how the tallest one of the group, gojo, picked it up, surveying it and then the foot tracks in the sand that led away from it.

his eyes looks up the hill, into the trees, and to your horror, watched as he decided to follow it.

he told the rest of his group to stay there and start swimming without him, he’d just been looking for a little bit and coming back.

you had heard of his excellent tracking skills, how he’d lead the north to a steady victory when up against some other neighboring lands, which unfortunately meant he was freakishly good at tracking a girl who was awful at hiding.

you stopped breathing, crouching behind a bush as you watched him enter the forest.

he looked around, blue eyes on the ground as they looked for the footsteps, taking note of the deserted basket of cheeses and the book you had taken with yourself.

before you knew it he was near your bush, looking through they leaves when he caught your frantic eyes.

gojo stands up, confusion laced on his face as he towers over your still kneeling body.

“what...what are you doing here?” he asks bluntly, his voice cold.

you grimace, standing up as well as you scratch the back of your neck.

“well, i was reading over there,” you point out behind his back to the shore, where all the other kids had swarmed into the water, “i thought you all had left to go to the town.”

gojo’s eyes rake over you. the two of you had barely spoke a word to each other since your arrival, and this was the first time he’s really taken a good look at you.

his focused on the downward turn of your eyes, his you evaded his look. he skimmed over the slope of your nose, the slight press of your lips. there was a sort of sad look about you that he's always noticed when staring at you.

his arms cross over his chest, white brows furrowed. you felt heat rise to your cheeks, feeling meek under his heavy stare.

“we came here instead,” gojo simply says, his tone clipped.

you nod, your lips pulling into an awkward smile as you bend down to pick up your book, flicking off some of the dirt on its cover with your hands.

“i’ll head back” you murmur, picking up your basket, noticing your blanket that was still in his hands.

you decide not to care, you’ll just find another one.

“alone?” he asks incredulously, voice slightly raised as you give him a skeptical look.

this is the first time the two of you had really acknowledged each other, aside from the polite head nods and the two-word sentences. why was he questioning you so much?

"that was the plan," you tell him, your eyes squinting a little bit in confusion.

gojo knows the grounds like the back of his hand. he and his family have been coming here ever since he was a young boy. the estate is close to the shore, yes, but it's getting dark and you've only been here once. he almost wants to applaud your confidence.

"i'll go tell one of your sisters so they can accompany you back. they know the way better." he finally says, looking like he is about to turn to leave, but you scramble, tugging him back by the fabric of his loose tunic.

he looks at you in shock.

"no!" you almost hiss, a pleading look on your face, "i know the way back. don't tell them," you put your hands up as if you were surrendering, packing up all your things in a hurry as you shoot him a hasty smile, "just pretend i was never here."

gojo's apprehension isn't warded off. if anything, he's even more confused by your frenzied state.

you're finding the trail to the estate, leaving him as you keep poking around, not noticing the way he was still following you.

"your sisters wouldn't mind," he tells you, and you look over your shoulder with a raised brow.

"maybe if it was you who was asking to be led back," you say with a scoff, shoving some stray twigs and leaves from nearby trees out the way, "but they'd rather haul a sheep carcass than accompany me."

gojo blinks slowly.

when he doesn't say anything, you shoot him another confused look. what was he not getting?

"you do realize who i am...right?"

gojo rolls his eyes, pursing his lips together.

"yes...but," he kicks some pebbles away, "they don't care about...that, right?" he's hesitant to acknowledge the truth. the fact that you're only related to them by father. the reason why they don't even speak about your mother is because she's probably in a brothel somewhere far away.

you give it a second to sink in before you laugh, your head tilting back as your arms fall helplessly to the sides. gods he was daft.

"that's all my family cares about," you tell him, your voice dripping with something else, a buried emotion that you've been hauling around for years, "i think they'd rather me be eaten by a bear on my way back," you admit with a smile, but he doesn't reciprocate it. he doesn't really seem to be one for jokes.

gojo's arms cross over his chest, thinking. this entire time he just thought you liked being by yourself. were you alone because you had to be? is that why you've been avoiding the group?

before he can say something the shouts from the other kids reel you back to looking at the shore. they're calling for him to come back, asking what's taking him so long.

he looks back at you, conflicted.

"the water's nice," you say, your voice a little quieter as you give him a small smile, pushing him to leave.

he rakes his fingers through his white hair, staring at you longer.

that smile, he thinks, is the most melancholic thing he's ever seen

"there aren't any bears here," he says, as if that would do anything to help.

but your smile turns into something easier, a laugh, a genuine one, falling from your lips. gojo decides he likes that sound. better than all the other laughs he's heard.

"i'll trust you on that," you say, ducking your head down in a final nod as you turn around a final time and disappear behind the shrubbery.

gojo stands there for another minute, thinking.

and then he heads back to the beach, where all the other kids have already gone into the water. he goes to take off his tunic before he realizes he's still holding your blanket, the fabric searing into his skin.

he brings it closer to his face, his nose scrunching at a distinct smell, a small smile forming on his face when he can still remember the lingering smell on you too from when you were speaking to him.

lavender.

[dirt-str1der]

WHY DID YOU FEEL THE NEED TO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR AROACE SENKU HEADCANON ON MY GAY SENKU AND TRANS REI POST

Just finished Dr Stone Reboot