#but anyways yea this was... some AUDACITY

[scarletwinterxx]

protective or possessive? call it passive or aggressive - choi seungcheol oneshot

don't ask me what the color of the sky is, might as well be green for all i care. the way i couldn't sleep after he dropped these pics haha yea no chance of peace last night. lord might have some mercy but choi seungcheol did not when he posted THAT pic. anyways enjoy my chaotic brain last night.

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You’re just peacefully minding your business on a Sunday afternoon, curled up on the couch in your ugly-but-beloved pajamas, scrolling through Instagram like a normal person. Brain half-off, mouth slightly open, thumb doing that lazy flick-flick motion

and then you see it.

A post.

His post.

Seungcheol.

You blink. Then you double take. Then you double tap purely on instinct, scrolling through the slides and then immediately curse yourself because right there, in glorious HD, is his back.

Bare. Sun-kissed. Broad as the moral gap between you and patience.

THE photo you took just days ago on a short trip to Hawaii you secretly tagged along all because he said he’ll miss you too much. The photo you admittedly stared at longer than you’ll ever admit. And that tattoo

The tattoo. His olive tree. Intricate, right at the top of his spine where his muscles taper off like a marble sculpture made by a Roman god with emotional intimacy issues.

You were half-sure he only let you snap it because you promised to keep it to yourself and also maybe because you bribed him with watermelon slices.

You jump off the couch like someone lit you on fire and march to the kitchen where he’s just there… innocently cutting apples like the tattooed menace he is.

“What the HELL is this?”

He jumps, literally jumps, like you just caught him cheating. Knife mid-air. Soul halfway out his body.

“Huh? What? What did I do?!”

You shove your phone in his face. “THIS. THIS back. THIS TATTOO. THIS SOFT BOY SUMMER INSTAGRAM CONTENT. EXPLAIN YOURSELF.”

He blinks. Looks at the post. Then back at you.

“Oh. You mean the beach picture?” he says, as if you’re interrogating him over a mildly burned toast. “I just thought it looked cool.”

You squint. “You said you were shy posting stuff like this! and suddenly you’re giving the people spine and emotional symbolism?!”

He rubs the back of his neck, ears already turning red. “I don’t know, you took it so nicely… I kinda liked how it turned out.”

You pause. Your mouth opens. Closes.

Because this man with shoulders like Greek architecture and a face sculpted by the heavens has the audacity to be shy about being hot.

“I literally keep this photo in a locked folder like a dragon guarding treasure,” you mutter, more to yourself. “And you just drop it on the timeline like it’s Tuesday.”

“I thought it was Sunday”

“That’s not the point.”

You lean back against the counter, arms crossed, trying to hold in the dramatic betrayal you feel in your soul.

Seungcheol fidgets under your stare, dimples threatening to appear. “You’re mad I posted it?”

“No. I’m mad you posted it and then didn’t tag me like a grateful man.”

He snorts. “So you are proud of it.”

“Obviously. It’s like watching Michelangelo post a picture of the Sistine Chapel and not mentioning he used a paintbrush.”

He actually laughs, putting the knife down and coming to wrap his stupid strong arms around your waist. “You’re insane.”

“You’re welcome for the free content.”

“I’ll post another one and tag you.”

“Good. But next time I’m watermarking it.”

“You’re gonna watermark a picture of my back?”

“I’m gonna watermark YOU”

He leans in close, lips brushing your ear. “Then maybe I should give you more… material to protect?”

You try to stay mad. You really do. But the dimples. The tattoo. The flirty smirk. The apple slice he now gently offers you like a peace treaty.

You take it. Grudgingly.

But not before muttering, “Still can’t believe you soft-launched your spine to the entire internet.”

And he just winks. “Only because you made it look that good.”

You scowl at him like he just betrayed the nation.

He’s still half-grinning when you shove your phone at him again, this time opened to the comments section. You jab your finger at the screen with righteous fury.

“Look at this!”

He blinks. “‘Body of a god, vibes of a boyfriend’… oh.” He looks up, sheepish. “That’s kinda nice?”

You gasp. “Don’t you dare enjoy this. Look at the next one.”

He reads it out loud. “‘This back cured my chronic sadness.’” A pause. “Well that’s just sweet—”

“And this one!” You scroll down aggressively. “This person wants to know if you’re single because you ‘look like you’d build a bookshelf and cry after making love.’”

He chokes. “What?!”

“Don’t act surprised. You literally cried over that dog in the car commercial last week. You’ve branded yourself.”

“Wait—wait, ‘build a bookshelf and cry’—what does that even mean?”

You glare. “It means they’re thirsting. Over my man. Who now has strangers projecting emotional healing and woodwork onto his stupid hot back.”

He’s biting his lip to keep from laughing. You scroll more.

“‘Respectfully, I’d climb him like a jungle gym.’”

“‘This is the type of man that hugs with both arms and smells like cedarwood and loyalty.’”

 “CEDARWOOD AND LOYALTY, SEUNGCHEOL.”

He gives up. He’s laughing now, leaning against the counter, red in the face. You toss the phone on the table dramatically and huff, 

“This is why you’re banned from posting back pics. I knew this would happen. The internet isn’t ready for respectful, tatted men with emotional depth.”

He shrugs, walking over to trap you in his arms again. “Maybe I just wanted to impress you.”

“I already know you’re hot, Cheol. I live with you.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem,” you grumble into his chest, “is now I have to fight the entire internet in the comments and one in particular who said ‘God took his time.’”

He chuckles, brushing his lips to your temple. “Let them look. You’re the one who gets to touch.”

You roll your eyes. “Gross. Stop being smooth.”

“You love it.”

Unfortunately… you do.

[tinkerbelle05]

Clingy Zoro x reader. You should make the story on Zorro and y/n are laying in bed after a wild night 😏. And y/n has to get up and go make breakfast but Zoro doesn't want to let her leave the bed.

Clingy Bastard

Characters: Zoro x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks luv 💚

Warnings: alluded to past and present sexual experiences also this is my first time writing for Zoro so please excuse any ooc.

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You woke up slowly, the morning sun shining light in the otherwise dark room. Blinking away the sleepiness, you saw the bright red numbers of the clock reading 11:30.

You briefly recalled that it was Saturday so no work for you to do but you still didn't want to rot in bed all day. Slowly you rose from the bed just to be pushed down back to the bed by Zoro’s arm.

He intertwined his legs with yours, trapping you in them and pulled your body closer to his, your back on his chest and his arm around your body. Holding you like you were his human teddy bear or something.

“No moving,” he mumbled tiredly into your neck. His voice was deep and croaky from sleep.

The audacity of this man.

He’s always doing this! Wanting to cuddle and snuggle until both of your bodies are sore due to the immobility and you didn’t know where your legs began and his arm ended so trying to untangle yourselves just made your already aching body hurt more. You two ended up pretzeled together for what seemed like hours (and it probably was) was not how you wanted to spend your Saturday morning.

Don’t get you wrong, you loved cuddling with Zoro. You loved when he held you against his chest, feeling his heartbeat through your back and the soft rising of his chest. It made you feel safe and warm and loved. Protected in a way that was unfamiliar to you for so long.

But you were….sticky. Yea, sticky and sweaty were the best words to describe the state that you were from what happened last night. They were the best words to describe Zoro too. But before showering, you desperately needed some food. And maybe coffee. And to y’know, get out of the bed too.

“Zoro, let go,” you said in your best “I’m not playing around” voice though it failed miserably judging by the way he snorted at you.

He hugged you closer to his body and you felt him slowly relaxing, his body melting into yours becoming one. He wrapped around you, coo-conning you into his body.

“No, let’s just stay here a bit longer. Why mess up a good thing?” He asked, his voice muffled a bit.

You sighed and thought about the best way to deal with the situation. Usually, after some begging and bribing Zoro would let do what you needed to do. But that’s when you need to do work so he would be less willing to comply when there was no work for you to do. And you didn’t wanna beg to just lay in the house all day anyway. And really, you weren’t that sticky.

No, no, no you definitely were.

So you had only one option. Something where you two would both get what you wanted.

“Wanna shower with me?” You offered to him. You saw his eyes slowly opening, cutting you a look with a sly grin.

He chuckled and kissed your neck, “Oh really? And what have I done to deserve such an honor?”

“Being a clingy, stubborn bastard,” you answered dryly and frowned at him but you couldn’t help the smile that was starting to form on your face when he started to laugh at your comment.

He dragged you onto his lap, his fingers digging into your waist, “Oh, I'm being clingy? Stubborn? You act as if you don't like it. Stop pretending.”

You rolled your eyes at him but was still smiling because despite how absolutely annoying it was, he was right. You did like it.

You’ll never admit it verbally though.

“That a yes or no, Roronoa?” You asked again.

Zoro gave you a toothy smile and carried you to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Something tells you that you wouldn't do much cleaning though.

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{Strokes of Genius} Albedo x Reader

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The sun had just started its lazy descent behind the peaks of Dragonspine, casting long amber streaks over the wooden table where Albedo sat, brush in hand, carefully working on his latest painting.

You sat across from him, legs tucked up on the bench, hands wrapped around a chipped mug of still-warm tea. It was quiet save for the occasional chirp of a bird or the gentle scratch of bristles on canvas.

“And then he had the audacity to say he could outdrink Kaeya,” you said, eyes widening for emphasis. “I mean, sure, he was new in town, but seriously. Kaeya.”

Albedo’s lips curved upward, just a little. “I suppose optimism is a form of bravery.”

You grinned. “Yeah, well, the guy passed out before the bard even started his second song. Rosaria had to carry him out by the collar like a wet cat.”

“That sounds... memorable.” His tone was dry, but fond.

“It was hilarious,” you said, laughing lightly. “Sometimes I think working in the tavern is just free front-row tickets to a circus. Anyway, Klee came in the next morning asking if she could buy ‘two bottles of boom juice,’ which I’m pretty sure is illegal, and I told her no, and she pouted the entire time until Kaeya distracted her with a shiny spoon.”

Albedo hummed thoughtfully, his eyes still fixed on the canvas. “She mentioned wanting to upgrade her bombs last week. I suppose that’s what the boom juice was for.”

“Probably,” you said, chuckling. “Though I kind of don’t want to know what she was planning to do with it. The last time she upgraded something, we almost lost an entire section of the wine cellar.”

Silence settled between you again—comfortable, not awkward. You glanced over the table, curiosity prickling at the edges of your mind.

“So... what are you painting, anyway?” you asked, craning your neck to see. From your angle, all you could catch were soft strokes of cool colors, the familiar swirl of blues and whites, golds and greens blending together.

Albedo didn’t even look up. “Just the environment.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned forward. “Boring.”

He finally glanced up at you, one brow raised, his lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “Is that your professional critique?”

“Absolutely,” you said, sipping your tea with faux seriousness. “From the esteemed Y/n of the Mondstadt Gossiper’s Guild.”

“That explains the tavern stories,” he said, setting down his brush.

“I’m building an empire, Albedo.”

“I’m sure you are.”

You shared a look—something lingering and soft, a thread of something unspoken in the way his eyes held yours for a moment longer than necessary, the way his fingers brushed a bit of stray paint from his knuckles.

But neither of you said anything more.

Until you stood up.

“Well,” you stretched your arms overhead with a yawn, “I should probably get go—whoa—!”

Your foot caught on a small stone jutting out from the path, and everything lurched forward. You barely had time to gasp before Albedo dropped his brush and reached out instinctively. His arms caught you around the waist—but gravity had other plans. You tumbled forward, landing right in his lap with a surprised “oof,” your hands braced against his chest, his eyes wide and startled beneath you.

For a moment, everything was still. His hands were still at your sides, your face inches from his, and both your hearts were very, very loud.

You blinked. “Hi.”

“…Hello,” he replied quietly, voice slightly breathless.

Your cheeks were burning, and you could feel the heat radiating off his face too. Then, as if fate itself wanted to make things worse—or better—the edge of the easel tilted from the sudden movement. The painting slipped, landing with a soft thud beside you.

Your eyes drifted to the canvas.

“Oh,” you said, blinking.

It wasn’t the environment.

It was you.

Mid-laugh, mug in hand, completely caught up in your own story. Your eyes were bright, hair a little messy from the wind, your expression alive and utterly unaware of being watched—captured with such careful, delicate strokes, as if the person painting you saw something worth preserving.

“…Albedo,” you whispered, looking back at him, your voice barely audible.

He looked away, flustered. “I thought… you wouldn’t sit still if I told you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. “You were painting me this whole time?”

“I always paint what I find… interesting,” he said softly, eyes meeting yours again—and this time, he didn’t look away.

You swallowed, suddenly shy.

He was still holding you. You were still in his lap.

And somehow… neither of you moved.

Albedo finally let out a breath, his hands still lightly resting at your waist as if afraid you’d vanish.

“I… think I’ve been showing symptoms,” he said suddenly, eyes flickering to yours with all the seriousness of a man presenting a lab result.

You blinked. “Symptoms?”

He nodded, almost nervously. “A fluttering sensation in my stomach whenever our hands brush. A desire to hold them longer. An increasing preference for your presence. I’ve caught myself prioritizing your laughter over the ambient sounds of my surroundings. I… want to be near you. I want to see you smile. I want to do the things people in relationships do—hand-holding, shared meals, forehead kisses, apparently spontaneous dancing in moonlight is a thing—”

You leaned in and kissed him.

Just like that.

A soft, sudden press of lips that made him freeze—and then melt. His eyes fluttered shut as his hands curled around your waist like he didn’t dare let go, as if he wanted to memorize the feeling of you there, so close and so real.

And then it deepened—tentative touches turning into something hungrier, more sure, like both of you were making up for every unspoken word and stolen glance. One of his hands slid up your back, and yours tangled in his hair—

“KLEE’S HERE!!”

You practically launched off him, your cheeks on fire as you scrambled to your feet. Albedo sat there, stunned and blinking like someone had just yanked him from a dream.

Klee came skipping down the path, her little arms flailing with excitement. “Albedo! Albedo! Guess what I found—oh, hi Y/N!”

You turned to her with a grin, tucking your hair back like you weren’t seconds away from a lap-induced near make-out. “Hi, sunshine! What did you find?”

Klee giggled, launching into a ramble about fish and bombs and something she wasn’t technically allowed to do, while you crouched to listen, casting Albedo a sneaky side glance.

He was still sitting there, a little dazed.

You turned back to him mid-Klee monologue and whispered behind your hand, “What you’re feeling, by the way? Romantic attraction.”

He blinked slowly. “Oh.”

“You wanna go on a date?”

A pause. Then a soft, breathless nod.

“Good,” you said, straightening up and ruffling Klee’s hair. “Now. Tell me everything.”

And just like that, you slipped right back into the rhythm—effortlessly cool, cheerful, like your heart hadn’t just been laid bare under Mondstadt’s sky.

Albedo just watched you with that soft, slow-burning smile of his.

Maybe “symptoms” wasn’t the right word after all.

Maybe he’d just caught feelings. And maybe—just maybe—you had too.

[lianaloverr]

Your safe with me

Paring: Sam Golbach x Fem!reader

Summary: your boyfriend just broke up with you after admitting to cheating on you, and you had to break the news to Sam.

Warnings: fluffy, some cussing, softy sam

Hey y’all!! Told u a fic was coming this weekend and I delivered! I hope u all enjoy this as much as I loved writing it! Not proofread. Just to say, Sam and Kat are NOT dating!!

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“Y/n it’s gonna be okay.” Kat says, as she and Colby try to comfort you. “Yea, don’t cry about him, he was a dick anyways.” Colby says while patting your shoulder.

“But not only did he break up with me, he cheated on me too!” You say while balling your eyes out. “I know, I know” Kat says and Colby nods.

Your boyfriend now ex broke up with you and had the audacity to cheat on you too, you were pissed and sad. You gave that man everything, you let him stay with you, you bought him stuff, you even let him shut out a bunch of your friends because he “didn’t like them and their attitude”.

“Have you told Sam?” Kat asks as you snap out of your thoughts. “No.” You say with your stuffed nose visibly heard. “I think you should tell him, he needs to know.” Colby says.

“Yea, I should huh?” You say to Kat and Colby as you start to grab your keys.

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You pull up to Sam’s house ready to tell him everything that went down, you come up in the driveway and sigh. “Here we go.”

You knock on the door, waiting for him to answer. Suddenly, the door opens and you see your best friend of 12 years standing in your face, probably watching you go through your 100th break up.

“Hey y/n, why are you crying? Are you okay?” Sam says worried. “He broke up with me and cheated too.” You tell him. And you see his face instantly soften up. “Oh my god y/n come in” he says

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“ what happened?” He says. “Well he texted me out for the blue, saying that he cheated on me and that he wanted to break up.” You say as he listens to every word.

“What the fuck dude?” You hear Sam say as he is pasting around the room. “Okay but, are you okay?” He asks. “Yea, now that I’m with you.” You say honestly.

You feel a sudden warmth of your best friend hugging you like the world was ending. “Listen, I will never let anyone hurt you. If you want me to beat someone’s ass, I’ll do it. I just want you to know, I love you so so much.” Sam tells you. “I love you too.” You say. “How about we get some ice cream and watch a movie huh?” Sam says and you nod.

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As you and Sam are watching a movie, you can’t help but to think back to when he said he loves you. You and him always said you loved each other, but this time felt different.

You had always had feelings for Sam, but since you guys were best friends you never tried to get with him and tried to distract yourself with boyfriends and one night-stands.

“Sam, I’m tired do you mind if I crash here?” You ask. “Yes of course, you know I’m not gonna say no.” He says with a chuckle. “Okay, thank you..” you say as you drift of to sleep.

As you close your eyes, you hear Sam say one more thing.

“Don’t worry y/n, you’re safe with me.”

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[milkdudsss]

Hiii!! I saw you were taking requests and really like what you post 🫶🏻🫶🏻. If you can, could your write the jjk boys getting jealous (sukuna, toji, gojo). Thankssss

Hey! Thank you so much for the request! I know I got to it kind of late, so I’ll split it up into three parts for now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!! ❤️

Jealousy: Sukunas Version

(pt. 1 of 3)

(Modern) Sukuna has absolutely NO chill when it comes to you. You are his and there’s absolutely no doubt about it. So when some greasy finance bro with a receding hairline has the audacity to squeeze up behind you and whisper some cringy pickup line in your ear while you’re ordering yourself a drink, he doesn’t hesitate to abandon his friends to come and get you.

Wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you behind him, he gives the guy a look that immediately has him regretting even stepping foot into the bar tonight.

“Making friends are we?” He asks, an evil smirk making its way onto his face.

Instantly intimidated, the guy makes his way back and stammers “I- Well- I didn’t know that you two were uh… I was just getting a drink I swear!”

Sukuna lifts a brow and continues to step towards him. “Yea? So what’s the deal with you rubbing up against her then? Last I checked that’s not part of ordering a drink.”

Sweating even harder now he responds, “L-Listen man It’s just really uh- crowded! Yeah, it’s really crowded in here so I had to! You get it don’t ya?”

Sukuna places his hands on the guys shoulders and nods his head in mock understanding. “Yeah, Yeah I totally understand-“

“Ryooo just forget about him I wanna go home” you whine, pulling on his arm.

He turns towards you and pulls a set of car keys from his pocket.

“Take these and go warm up the car for me, ok pretty?” He turns back towards the guy who was previously hitting on you “I’ll be there in just a second.”

After getting to the car you see Sukuna making his way towards you with clothes slightly more disheveled than when you last saw him, and blood lightly coating his knuckles.

“Took you long enough, I was starting to think you lost in there” you tease.

He rolls his eyes at you and grabs your jaw to pull your face inches away from his. “Maybe I need to take you home and remind you how mean I can be then.”

(Heian Era) Sukuna

No words needed. He literally just kills anyone who exists in your general vicinity.

[phoward89]

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WARNING ⚠️: Coryo is his own warning in and of himself. Delusional!Coryo, Soft!Dark!Coryo, Soft!Dom!Coryo, Reader has some survival instincts, Reader knows keeping Coryo happy keeps her alive and well, cussing, possession, obsession, slight manipulation, threats of harm, threats of rape, threats of violation, choking, murder threats

Chapter 7:

Coriolanus has been on Peacekeeper duty for the last 3 days. It sucks because Sejanus isn't with him. Instead he's doing his medic training at the infirmary with the Matron, leaving Coriolanus to do street patrols on his own.

But today he's on watch duty at the Peacekeeper Uniform Factory. His partner’s some grunt he’s barely even talked to. Honestly, he doesn't care to get to know the grunt since he's not sticking around much longer.

Coriolanus is taking his Elite Officer's Exam tomorrow; he knows he'll pass with flying colors. He can't wait to get you out of 8, to be able to claim you as his wife on legal documents and paperwork. Coriolanus sent a letter to Pluribus Bell about your father and one to Strabo Plinth as well, so he's hoping to receive some responses with some advice on how to move forward with inquiring about the asset law of Colonel Javanis Halvir for you.

Coriolanus grappled with the idea of writing to Dr. Gaul, but then decided against it. The woman, after all, was a bit crazy and had planned on killing all of the leftover tributes in the arena with her rainbow snakes; if he didn't cheat then there wouldn't have been a victor for the 10th Hunger Games. So, he decided not to contact Dr. Gaul. God forbid the woman wants you to return to the Capitol, to be rescued from your abandonment in the Districts for so long.

Yea…

Coriolanus isn't giving you up for anything. You're his wife; that makes you his responsibility. He's your protector since you're now Mrs. Snow. That gives him power; no one's going to take that away from him.

Coriolanus is dressed in his denim fatigues, his lanky frame leaning against the concrete wall as he keeps an eye on the women and teenagers that're working the loom machines. His icy blue eyes have been staring a hole into your once sister-in-law’s head, but that's mostly because she keeps giving him nasty looks. But that's fine with him; not like he cares what she thinks about him anyways.

In fact he hates Ashlie for abandoning you in a strange place; for being the cause of you to stoop down so low to stealing- to getting punished by the lash.

Yes!

Coryo has the audacity to shoulder the entire blame of your whipping onto your once sister-in-law. He refuses to take responsibility for it. He ‘loves’ you (more like he's head over heels obsessed with you) and refuses to believe that his greed and overwhelming need to impress his superiors hurt you in any way.

Plus you love him and married him. If he hurt you why would you have done that?

Yea…

Private Snow’s thick skull doesn't grasp that you latched onto him for pure survival- got somewhat of a Stockholm syndrome going on with him. Can't bite the hand that feeds you, eh?

Eh…Coriolanus feels like he's in for a long day. It's not even noon yet and he's already ready to take a break. And he can't help, but to wonder how your day’s going so far.

Ah, to be young, in love, and a newlywed.

You're making yourself a simple sandwich for lunch whenever a knock sounds at your door. You're not expecting anybody, so you're a little taken aback. Your husband's at work until the evening and you don't really have any friends in 8.

So, tentatively, you approach the door and open it. Standing before you is a postal worker, but not just any postal worker- one with a Peacekeeper postal uniform on. On the ground by their feet’s a large wooden crate.

What the?...

“I have a delivery for a Coriolanus Snow and a Y/N Snow? Are one of them present to sign for the package?” The postal worker asks, holding a clipboard with an attached pen.

You simply answer the postal worker with, “I'm Y/N Snow.”

Without a word, the Peacekeeper postal worker hands you the clipboard; which you take and sign your name on in the required spot before handing it back.

“Have a nice day, Ma’am.” The postal worker tips their hat at you before walking down the hall; leaving you alone with the crate.

You picked up the crate, which wasn't too heavy, and brought it into the house. Once you set it down, you read the return label. The name on it was The Plinths. You quickly realized that Sejanus' family sent Coriolanus something. You knew that they're friends from the Academy in the Capitol that joined the Peacekeepers together.

Well, it's nice that they sent your husband something.

But then you remember that the postal worker had said the package was for Coriolanus and Y/N Snow. Oh boy, so did they send you something in the crate too? And how did they know that Coriolanus got married? You've only been married for 3 days. Did they just assume or did Sejanus get a hold of his parents and tell them. How fast does Peacekeeper mail travel?

They say curiosity killed the cat, but it didn't kill you.

You opened the crate, with the help of a bottle opener that you used to pry the wooden lid off, and saw that inside of the crate was a few wrapped packages and a tin. Oh, so the Plinths sent Christmas presents. That's very nice of them.

You take the packages and the tin out, only to place them on them on the kitchen table. Then you realize that you don't have a Christmas tree to place the presents under. You'll have to talk to Your husband about it when Coryo gets home.

During the factory’s lunch break Coriolanus is stuck watching the workers gather in a breakroom while waiting for his relief to come. His partner's relief showed up, but not Private Snow's. Talk about shit luck.

So, Coriolanus stands up straight in the break room, watching over the factory workers with some scurvy looking Peacekeeper a few yards away from him.

Coriolanus narrows his icy eyes as he watches Ashlie shake her head at her co-worker and stand up from her lunch table. What's she up to?

“Why's she heading over here?” The scurvy Peacekeeper asked Coriolanus.

“She knows my wife.” Was Coriolanus’ curt answer.

“You got a wife?” The Peacekeeper by the platinum um blonde asked, his brow skewed up curiously.

“By District 8 rituals, yea.” Coriolanus nodded. “I got a wife.”

“You know that ain't allowed. Better keep it a secret.”

“You gonna tell on me?” Private Snow asked, his face stony, as he looked the scurvy guy next to him in the eye.

“No.” The Peacekeeper next to Coriolanus shook his head. “I don't care what you do, but there's some people that would sell that kind of information to further themselves.”

Little did the scurvy Peacekeeper know that Coriolanus is one of those people who'll sell out somebody for the upper hand; to get ahead.

“I need to talk to you.” Ashlie told Coriolanus as she came to a stop right in front of him. Looking between your husband and his fellow peacekeeper, she added in, “Privately.”

“Fine.” Coriolanus told her. “I'll be in the hall with her; I won't be long.” He told the peacekeeper before turning and leading your once sister-in-law out into the hallway.

Once in the hallway, he sneered, “What's so important that a whore like you had to seek me out for?”

“One of the girls says that she saw you in the market the other day buying supplies for a handfasting.” Ashlie's eyes welled up with sorrow as she begged, “Please, tell me you didn't marry my sister.”

“Y/N’s not your sister. Her dead brother was your meal ticket, but that doesn't make her your sister.” Coriolanus coldly told the factory worker. “In fact, she's shit to you since you abandoned her shortly after dragging her here.” Towering over Ashlie, like a predator tower's over their prey before they strike, he condescendingly said, “You're such a good ‘sister’ that my darling rose has to stoop so low to resort to stealing to feed herself. If I wasn't there to witness her whipping; to carry her home and tens to her then who knows what shape she'd be in right now.”

Ashlie’s eyes blazed hatefully as she looked up at Coriolanus. “I’m going to do anything I have to get Y/N to see the light and leave you. You filthy Capitol blooded peacekeeper.”

Shoving the thin brunette girl against the wall, Coriolanus wraps his large, calloused hand around her throat. Pressing his thumb, hard, into her windpipe he hatefully threatens in a snake like hiss, “You stay the fuck away from my wife, you ratty lil whore, or else I'll fuck that pussy of yours up and pass you around the barracks to let my squad take turns with you before snapping your neck and tossing you into that sludge filled river.” A managing look crossed over his face as he toyed with the girl who's life he literally had in his hand. “What's it called again? That's right, the Cuyahoga River.”

Ashlie couldn't breath, all she could do was let out high pitched wheezes. She frantically clawed at your husband's hand, desperate to breath since he was choking her.

“Stop your dramatics, you stupid whore.” Coriolanus commanded harshly before letting Ashlie's neck go.

She gasped desperately for air, her lungs aching for oxygen to give them their substance, as he knees buckled. Ashlie slid against the wall, watching as Private Snow- your cold and cruel husband- walked back into the factory's break room as if nothing has happened. As if he just didn't nearly kill her; threaten violent things against her.

Ashlie's off tomorrow and, even tho sh was threaten by Coriolanus, she's determined to get you to leave him. So, she's going to be paying you a visit.

A visit that'll prove to be her last once your husband hears about it.

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[toppamplemousse]

hello I would like to say it was me who sent the boss/employee sebchal but I was shy so 👉🏼👈🏼 BUT I HAVE SEBCHAL THOUGHTS BUT NEVER ENOUGH TIME so I thought I'd drop the lil thought in your inbox bc I saw rancid sebchal and was like “mhm yep yea”

delighted to hear you liked my idea though <3 always free to yap

HELLO ik i messaged but. this makes so much sense. "who wrote this its so good" -> DUH it was you. my god. well anyway this obviously inspired me greatly so heres 1000 words of rancid boss sebchal:

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Seb doesn’t really know how he ended up here. Here, in this hotel room, in this bed, in this body. Wedding ring on finger; finger down someone’s throat. He can’t let himself think about it too long. 

He does, he does. 

He didn't even want to hire Charles. His interview went great, this eager, smart, curious kid who answered questions so well, provided extra insight into his thought process that impressed Seb. It reminded him of himself, selfishly. And then his eyes, the brightest green Seb had ever seen, blinking up at him, doe-eyed. like a little mouse, or a small deer, on wobbly legs, desperate to get on the ground running. 

Sinful, Seb remembers thinking. A temptation, a dangerous delicacy dangling in front of him. Seb went to tell his boss no, Charles wasn’t a good fit, was ready to shake those eyes and those lips and those dimples from his memory once and for all.

But no, his boss disagreed. No, his boss thought Charles was a great fit. Through gritted teeth and clenched fists, Seb agreed. Assigned as his fucking mentor. 

And it’s been cruel, horrible, the largest lesson in self restraint. Young and hopeful, thirsty for anything Seb could give him. Did tasks efficiently, exceeding expectations, and asked for more. This warm body, alive and breathing and under Seb’s direction, begging to be discovered in the pleasures of flesh. Charles must know he’s doing it, he must be aware of the way Seb has to hide his arousal, squirming in his seat, as Charles’ melodic giggle rings and pounds through Seb’s ears. He has a wife at home, for fuck’s sake. 

Yet here he is, pushing Charles down onto the plush king bed, the fur throw sliding off the sheets in a heap on the ground. 

Sebastian goes to remove his ring and the guilt flares inside of him once more, but the heat of Charles at his side wins over. The same way his thoughts tend to do when he's alone with a hand around himself. His wife set on the back burner in lieu of some young piece of ass. Yet, Charles is slightly more than that. He is so much more than that.

"Leave it on."

His eyes go wide and he tilts his head in Charles' direction. Charles' hand rests on top of his, his finger tracing the rim of the cold metal.

"Leave it on. I want you to remember it is me you are fucking if you insist on still wearing it and pretending you are in a happy marriage. I want you to fuck her and look at that ring and remember the way it felt to be inside of me."

Anger roars in his chest, appalled at Charles' audacity. However, he lets his hands drop and captures Charles' lips in a kiss instead.

It’s everything Seb has dreamt of, from start to finish. Charles is like nothing he has ever witnessed, nothing he has held in his two hands before, this moving writhing whimpering body, golden skin and sharp bones and pink-splotched blush. 

When he pushes in, his cock enveloped by the hot, tight heat of Charles’ hole, Seb knows he can never go back. He doesn’t know how to look at his wife again, to hold her delicate, beautiful hand, feel her wedding ring against his skin, knowing that his is currently surrounded by Charles’ mouth. 

And fucking hell. Charles’ mouth. His perfect pink lips suck on Seb’s fingers, swallowing them down. Seb watches how he grazes his teeth against his ring finger, letting the cold metal clink against his teeth. 

When he looks up at Seb, green eyes blown wide, hazy, the final ounce of resolve crumbles. 

Charles’ quick, sharp tongue seems to have been silenced, finally, at the moment he pushed in. 

He fucks Charles hard, fast, pounding him into the mattress, letting his wanton moans echo off the walls. Seb needs more, needs to chase it, wants to see Charles come apart again and again and again on his cock. 

He's so young, so flexible, his thigh being pinned in place by Seb, folded in half. Seb grinds down deep, wanting to feel all of Charles, as much as he can. 

Charles jolts in the bed, a high whine escaping his throat. 

“fuck, Seb, right there, right there, right there,” he gasps out. Seb wraps his hand around Charles’s throat, squeezing, and fucks in again, slow and deep, watching Charles light up from the inside. 

He’s a wreck, barely able to hold himself up or do anything except react so beautifully to whatever Seb does. 

“Nothing’s ever enough for you, hm?” Seb growls, watching Charles’ cheeks flush an impossible red. “So fucking greedy, getting everything you want. You want my cock? Want to come on my cock?”

Charles makes a garbled sound, gasping for air around the firm hold of Seb’s hand. He nods, desperate for anything, begging for release. His cock has been flushed and hard from the moment they stumbled into the hotel room. 

“Want to see you come like this, baby, want you to make a mess,” Seb says. He doesn’t know where this is coming from, this deep-seated desire to push Charles to the edge over and over until he’s nothing more than a pile of sated skin and bones, spent and satiated. 

“Want to keep you like this all day, sitting in my cock,” he thrusts in hard, letting go of Charles’ throat to take his leaking cock in hand. Charles sucks in a deep breath, and whines at the touch. “Are you going to come for me? Are you going to be a good boy and come all over yourself, make a big mess? God, you’re fucking insatiable, want to push my cock into you for hours all day, fuck.”

Seb knows he’s rambling, saying whatever thoughts are bouncing around his mind, lost completely at the sight in front of him. 

He twists his hand, and Charles comes with a cry, ropes of come painting his stomach. The sight seems too criminal to witness, too delicious to be privy to, and Seb feels the tight coil of arousal in his loins snap. He comes inside Charles, mind whiting out, feeling himself spill into his ass. Their skin is sweaty, damp whenever they touch, and Charles is only just managing to regain his breath. 

They have another four days on this work trip. He's going straight to Hell. At least Charles will be meeting him there as well.

[haveihitanerve]

please write a commentary on bald guy has massive energy

I beg of thee

Ohohohohohoho! 😈

Yes.

You know what's gonna happen... Just. Be aware.

“We’re gonna play a beautiful game now- called ‘Genre’” Yes tom, amazing

Meanwhile: AJ, Luke, and Sam are trading grins (for some reason idk) and then Sam tells Aj to move???? Idk but he shuffles his seat so he’s directly behind Tom for some reason???😭

“Liz Truss and the Chancellor? Again- again I said: two people!” The boys cheering him on in the background(I’m assuming because she was Chancellor atp- i don't keep up with british politics I apologize)

I don't know at all what AJ is doing, but I am loving his facial expressions so thats all that matters

(ALSO- side not Luke pats Tom on the back proudly and he does like a “yeah :)?” smile and its cute as hell)

Sam also doesn't know what Aj’s doing lol

“Thrilling so far-” The shadeeeee lmaooo (aj giggles at it)

“Sam doesn't understand romance-” direct shade now ok 

“The economy.” Luke is slowly finding amusement- idk how to describe his slow laugh but like… he builds to it and spirals??? Idk

“2-5-1-9.” They’re such fucking nerds omfg- ofc Sam immediately registers that hes naming a planet 🙄(affectionate)

Aj’s head explodes???? 

Aaaaaand theres the Dick. It’s Luke’s time to shine. Oh yea. 😏(😼)

Sam’s genuine surprise and concern and Tom just watching like :D 

Luke’s smile of pride and then regret as AJ tries not to laugh- Luke retracts and AJ goes “Nope! Come back!’ “where did my dick go?” 

“Horror!” “Im gonna go horror!” “*immediate shriek because genuinely wtf* 

Aj: *weirdly begins dancing/hobbling towards sam(having flashbacks, or flashfronts? Of the Raining Men thing- anyway)* Luke: *awkwardly crawling forward like a fucking gremlin on hands and knees*

“NO! PLEASE!” Sam sounds genuinely distressed- poor man

Also they've just abandoned the plot atp lol

“FREEZE!!!!!” Tom is done lmaoo. “*gesticulates above his hand wildly because he too is scared to move too close* sss-stop!” 

Aj doing his classic hand over mouth laugh as Sam smacks Luke’s hand and- somehow Luke manages to make the Dick look cowed😭

Aj swiveling his hips to make Luke’s hand move again because he’s amusing himself XD

“ESA UNA GRANDE COCKO!!!” Yes Aj get that duolingo work in! (this was before ai its ok)

Sam does the classic chest hair move- and Tom’s amused but disappointed head hang

The delayed slap helpppp

“SCOTTISH!” Thats not a language sweety- but then again I was once asked for a Northern US state and I said “canada” so…. I cant judge. (I don't want it to be a state this was before things went… yknow)

“Porn!” Oh she’s been waiting for the right moment to say that

“PORRRRN!” Tom also has been waiting for this LMAOO

Sam dropping to his knees in defeat😭 And Aj bippity boppitying his Dick????

Sam regretful and also begging Tom to come in and stop it

“FREEeeeEEEZE!” Tom pretending like Sam was moving too fast LMAOOO the audacity

“Lets- lets see if we can bring this back with theater.” Right. Right Tom. Because theater is known for making things less weird. Ofc. How could I forget. 

This next part- I’m just gonna focus on facial expressions and not the words- ahem- 

Luke contemplating his life choices and why he’s here doing the classic Thinker pose, Aj posing, hands on his hips and showing off his massive Dick, and Sam just… grabbing that member and letting his inner musical come free. (oooh poor choice of words😬)

“The two of us- the THREE of us!” AJ looked so proud of that line😔🥲

Luke consistently breaking both Aj and Sam by singing😭

NOT LUKE CUMMING AT THE END WTF-

Ahem. And Scene. Um. That was lovely. Hope you all enjoyed. :) 

@Dawn-speckled @Snek-of-eden @bewilderednobody @scattered-stardust 

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Gold nails

I’m probably gonna write second part but anyway.

Anthony hesitates for just a moment before raising his hand and knocking at the door of the room his oldest cousins share.

Dulcia, Deborah and Danique – though Deborah tends to stay at her new place quite often, these days.

It is Deborah, though, who answers: „Yea– Yes, come in.“

And so he does.

He glances around the room quickly and chooses to ignore the book that Deborah just put down, cover-up. Really, they’re lucky grandmother hadn’t actually read the summary of any of these books.

„What did you want?“

He clicks his tongue at his cousin.

„Ah, I wanted my nails done,“ he flashes his hand at her, „But first, where are Dulcia and Danique?“

Deborah sits up.

„Dulcia owes me ten bucks,“ she notes.

Anthony chooses to ignore that comment also.

„Where is she?“ 

„Saw her outside. Smoking with de Vil.“

„Which one?“

„Ivy,“ Deborah answers, „She dropped us new books,“ she adds with a small gesture towards the book, which is probably about two times more obscene than Anthony had thought originally, and anyway:

„Well, fuck,“ he complains, as Dulcia and Ivy de Vil hanging out is never good news for him. Or for Diego.

And Deborah, damn her, has the fucking audacity to laugh at him.

He glares at her and asks, where is Danique, anyway?

„Oh, babysitting, I’d assume. That’s what I was supposed to do before I traded her one of my new bracelets.“

Right. „Right.“ Anthony pinches the bridge of his nose momentarily – well, as long as no one dies.

„Can you do my nails, then?“

„For what, cousin dear?“ Deborah smirks at him with gleeful shine in her eyes.

„For me not telling grandmother you’re skipping on your duties and reading <i>that</i>, I’d assume.“

„Ugh, you are no fun,“ sighs Deborah dramatically, though she is rising up already, „I hate you.“

„And for some of the good rum Harriet gave me,“ he adds, almost as an afterthought. Deborah shouldn’t drink, but she might do poor job at his nails just to spite him, and he can’t have that.

„I hate you slightly less,“ she decides, walking around him and towards the salon, „My husband has such a terrible taste in alcohol.“

Well, go figure: She did marry Gaston’s son. Second son for second (grand)daughter, that was the deal.

Anthony doesn’t know what she expected. 

„He’s treating you well, I presume,“ he says as they walk into the salon, which is empty at this hour of the day. Good – he didn’t particularly fancy throwing people out for this. 

„He’s not dead yet, is he,“ sniffs Deborah hauntingly, „Now mind your fucking business.“

Anthony will have you know that his cousin’s wellbeing <i>is</i>, in fact, his concern, and that if she was treated poorly, death would be the last of Trois’ concerns. He had told him so, and he knows that Deborah knows.

„Like, for example, your nails? Whose attention are you hoping to get?“

He sneers at her.

„No one’s.“ It is none of her concerns if he wants his nails done to get Harriet to pay attention to him – it is no one’s concern, if he’d go much further.

„I just want my nails done.“

Deborah sits down at the station and carelessly pushes aside the assorted (fake) rhinestones Dizzy had left there.

„Ginny’s?“ she guesses as the supplies clatter at the floor.

Anthony sits down in front of her as if he didn’t care, and pretends he inspect his nails.

„Please,“ he tells her eventually, „Ginny’s easy. She’d be transfixed by whatever unholy creation Dizzy and Dolly conjured up.“

It’d be shiny, and that’d be enough to get Ginny’s attention – she’d hold his hand for hours, after she saw Maddy, and play with his nails. Ginny was easy to entertain, those days.

Harriet? 

Now, Harriet could be a stubborn bitch when she wanted to.

„Harriet, then.“ It is no longer a question.

Anthony doesn’t bother to answer.

„Do you think she will care?“ Deborah’s mouth is upturned in a little smirk that he hates. He <i>knows</i> what he is doing, and who is she to question him?

He quits lounging and sits up a bit straighter; he reaches into the pocket of his coat.

„Of course she will,“ he answers as he places two small vials on the table, „It’s gold.“

Flaked gold and gold dust, to be exact. And she <i>will</i> notice, he knows her.

„Is it real?“ answers Deborah, reaching for one of the vials.

„It’s not for you.“

She sends him a nasty glare.

„Of course it’s real, what do you think I am?“

„A complete and utter madman.“

Yeah, well, he didn’t want her to actually answer.

„That was a rhetorical question.“

She continues regardless: „There is something <i>so</i> wrong with you. All three of you.“

Actually, Anthony is done with this conversation.

„One more word from your mouth, and I am withholding the alcohol,“ he informs her.

Deborah, clearly insulted, shuts up, and Anthony can only pray it will hold her long enough to get his nails done without any more questioning at her part, because what is here to question, really? 

[xxnomadsxx]

Nomads AU! That what if before timeline I mentioned a while back on a poll! Part 1

The story goes the same in band together (John comes in they get Bruce then get Clay) just without branch being there. There was a lot of worry and concern going on about Branch’s whereabouts, but eh they’ll deal with it later. Anyways they just got Clay and now THEY HAD TO FIND BITTY B!…wherever he might be. So they try and find anyway to locate Branch, but after searching through old memorabilia they do find his old glasses and basically try the same method they did with Clay (look it worked so might as well keep using it) so Rhonda got a faint trail of Branch (almost nonexistent) and after some hustling they end up in some very overgrown woods. They sorta just wander around looking and shouting for Bitty B/Branch. The hunt goes on for a while till…

THEY WERE CAUGHT!!! Rhonda basically got led into a trap with some tasty berries and immediately got caught. Soon the brothers and Poppy plus Tiny left Rhonda to figure out what happened, when all of a sudden…they were surrounded by cloaked figures that circled them. All of them were different shapes and sizes but yet troll sized (weird right?) the gang was startled John and Clay got ready to fight (Clay definitely learned how to fight while living with the putt putt trolls) Bruce was making sure tiny was safe, while Poppy was….scrapbook a friendship card (she doesn’t take danger that serious…but she’ll learn, probably)

Soon the cloaked figures stopped once they realized… those were trolls?! Actual colorful trolls (they don’t see many colorful trolls anymore) soon some of the cloaked figures revealed themselves to the gang and….. they were grey trolls?! (When I tell you Poppy had a mini heart attack in that moment) I mean how could this be, a grey troll? Those are hard to come by, not to mention there were tons! Plus some really weird feral looking things were sorta eyeing the gang (the feral(trolls?) were totally going to eat them) then the grey trolls decided they should bring them to the leader. Yea at this point the gang was to flabbergasted by the fact there were grey trolls here! that they just kinda were too shocked to think right and just followed them. Poppy soon got out of her funk asking a bazillion questions and trying to “cheer” up the trolls (she was kinda insulting them but similar to how she was with 1st movie Branch) all the grey trolls ignored her.

So once they got to there leader’s bunker (yes Branch still has a bunker) they started trying to get him to come out to see the guests they had. But once Branch came out and saw HIS brothers just there standing in front of him he freaked out. At first he was shocked just frozen but once his brothers asked who HE WAS! That was when he freaked out, he screamed and shouted at them how they left him to fend for himself that he was alone and they had the audacity to FORGET HIM!! This was the moment every built up emotion hit the brothers. Standing in front of them was there baby brother, as a disheveled mess, leaves in a natty messed up puffball of a haircut, a face littered with scars and stress lines, not to mention he looked like he was going blind in an eye (they didn’t see much of his body but it would just make them feel worse with how many scars the poor troll had) none of them were even able to handle the fact that their baby brother was…. Grey.

All the brothers were ready to break down they saw this troll who was nothing like the happy baby they left instead a sad grey troll. The brothers were going to be kicked out until John told Branch Floyd was in danger. Floyd may have still abandoned Branch, but Branch didn’t want his brother to die. So he agreed to go then a lot of time gets spent with him struggling to actually leave the village without the tribe with him (he’s very paranoid about what could happen) during this Poppy tries to “cheer” up the grey troll (which gives her a bad impression on branch as she acts very similar to 1st movie poppy) she then tries to throw a huge party to bring up the mood it does not go well (the scene is very similar to world tour with the country trolls) after Branch is ready to leave and officially annoyed by his brothers trying to cheer him up as they try to either have a very sad awkward conversation, or they treat him like a baby similar to how they treat him in the movie but it’s more awkward cause he is a complete stranger to the brothers and veeerrrrryyyy aggressive (he growls and hisses at them)

He struggled actually leaving the village but once he was assured by his brothers it was for Floyd he put his second in in command in charge and left it was sorta similar to the Poppy and Viva scene where she wouldn’t leave but if it worked.

(Poppy was very excited BITTY B was found and was getting on every one of branch’s nerves the brothers were conflicted to say the least)

I’m really sorry I’m making a part 2 because I have a lot to say but the next part will be about the bus ride to mount rageouse and saving Floyd.

[sheawritesstuff]

Summertime Sleepover

[Teen!David and Asher]

[Fluff - 778 words]

“David,” Asher cracked his best friend's door open and whispered. “David, are you still awake?”

“Mhmm,” David replied, not even looking up from his book. “What's up?”

“I can't sleep. Can I come hang out with you?”

“What's wrong with the guest room? You sleep in there more than your own house these days.”

“Nothing's wrong with it, I just don't wanna be by myself right now.”

“Come on, then.” David patted the space next to him expectantly. He finally glanced up as his visitor crawled into bed with him. “Dude, are you still wearing skinny jeans?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Who the hell wears jeans to bed? Go change.”

“But I didn't bring any night clothes…”

“I see that, dumbass. Go grab a pair of my sweatpants or something.” He pointed toward the dresser against the wall. It was wholly unnecessary, seeing as Ash had been stealing his clothes since they were old enough to dress themselves, but he wanted to emphasize his point.

“But-”

“No buts! I'm not sleeping next to someone in denim.”

Asher groaned and climbed right back out of bed. He shuffled through the drawer, searching for a good pair to wear. After thoroughly studying all his options, he picked a thin pair of dark blue pajama pants. He aggressively tugged the pants off, desperately trying to escape the denim prison he trapped his lower half in. Slipping into the new pair was significantly easier.

Once dressed, he turned his back to David and glanced over his shoulder. “You like what you see, big boy?” He bent forward and ran his hands up his thighs slowly. He bit his lip dramatically and raised his eyebrows.

David stared at him blankly. “Are you done yet?”

“You're no fun.” Ash returned to the bed and climbed under the blanket. “Whatcha readin’ anyway?”

“This,” David motioned dramatically to the object in his hand. “Is what most people call a book. You should pick one up sometime, they're pretty cool.”

Ash glared at him and groaned. “That's not what I meant and you know it.”

“Yeah, but it was funny.”

“Daveyy,” Asher whined. “Just tell me! I'm nosy. ”

“David,” he corrected sternly. “Say my name right and maybe I'll think about it.”

“Fine! David.” He made a point of over annunciating the last syllable. “Now will you please tell me what book is keeping you up this late?”

“A Separate Peace. It's one of my favorites.” David closed the book around his finger, showing off the cover but keeping his spot. “It's also a classic.”

“You're so boring,” he sighed.

“Sorry I have taste.” David reopened the book and continued reading.

“You sound like Milo,” Ash giggled.

David ignored him, letting the quiet laughter fade out on its own. There was a long silence, broken only by the occasional page turn. Asher fidgeted with the drawstrings of his borrowed pants and looked around the bedroom that might as well be his own with feigned interest.

“It's getting really late. You should at least try to get some sleep,” he said finally.

“I'm not tired.”

“That's bull. You look exhausted, man.”

“I'll fall asleep when I'm ready. ‘Til then, I'm just fine where I am.”

“You need sleep, David. It's important so you can be the best possible alpha when you're older.”

“You're not my dad,” he retorted.

“Well, yea, but he'd say the same thing if I went and got him.”

“You wouldn't dare.” David shifted his attention to the other boy in his bed, almost offended by the audacity of his threat.

“Oh yes I would.”

David stared him dead in the eyes, challenging him to back down. Ash stared right back, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips.

“God, fine, I'll lay down.” David slid his bookmark between the pages and set the novel on his nightstand. “But I’m still not tired.”

“Come on, buddy. Once you get all comfy and cozy you'll be asleep in no time.” Asher cuddled up to his side and peered up at him with his signature puppy dog eyes. “Don't you wanna snuggle with me?”

David sneered. “No.” He flicked his bedside lamp off and turned back to his late night visitor. “This is purely for your benefit.”

David laid flat on his back, arms folded across his chest. Asher laid on his side, legs wrapped around one of David's and arm flung haphazardly across his middle. He squeezed gently and settled comfortably into his side of the bed.

“I love you, Davey,” Asher mumbled, barely conscious. He nestled his head against his best friend's shoulder and hummed contentedly.

David rolled his eyes and smiled. “Love you too, Ash. Good night.”

[scarletwinterxx]

fight my way - choi seungcheol imagine

hellloooo, so for like the entrance part of this fic just imagine that scene of hyungsik in strong girl namsoon when he walks in the police station😅🤣 yea just imagine cheol doing that. that's where i got the inspiration for this imagine

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"WHERE IS SHE?!"

All heads turned when Choi Seungcheol walked in, slamming the double doors open strolling in with hurried steps. You noticed the guy beside you jump from his seat while some of the police officers looked alarmed when the doors loudly banged against the wall.

He quickly zeros in on you, running towards where you sat then he crouched beside you immediately taking your hand in his

"JAGI! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see your hand"

"I'm fine" you assured him, he still checks though. Once he's done he stands up and faces the officer Infront of you.

"What seems to be the problem here, officer? Why is my fiancé being held here?"

"Well she-" "SHE ATTACKED ME!" the man seating a few seats from beside you shouts, all heads turn towards his direction

"Yah, do you want to be punched again?" you asked him, you feel Seungcheol's hand on your shoulder as if he's telling to you calm down and he's got it.

"SHE DID! LOOK AT THIS!" the guy points at his swollen left eye, it's not that bad but you bet it'll be worse in a couple of hours. You did get him good.

You were having dinner out with your workmates when one of them got harassed by this dude. When your workmate disappeared from your table, you saw her by the restaurant bar and a man being touchy with her. Noticing the uncomfortable expression on her face, you decided to intervene.

A few hours later, you're here at the police station.

"She got you good" you hear your fiancé mumble under his breath

"I'm going to press charges against you!" he shouts again

"You?! You're going to press charges when you were the one who harassed my friend?! Wah the audacity. What makes you think you can just put your hands on a woman just like that huh? and when I do the same and land my fist on your face you're complaining?? Tell me. Make it make sense" you challenge him.

It seems like the punch wasn't enough to knock some sense into him and you're never one to back down whenever you see something wrong.

Meanwhile the officer in front of you just looks back and forth, letting you rip at the man. Seungcheol bites back the proud smile for now, he lets you teach the man the lesson he needed to hear.

"I- well- Still! You're wrong for attacking me!"

"I attacked you?! You attacked my friend! Getting your grubby hands on her, saying she was asking for it. You deserved that punch and more"

"YAH YOU BIT-"

"I'd watch what you'll say next Sir, I'm being respectful here because we're Infront of my fiancé and we might both end up behind bars so if I were you I'd choose my next words wisely" Seungcheol cuts him off before he finishes his sentence, his expression quickly changing to a scary one. The look that can quiet down the whole place.

You snicker at the guy, seeing the intimidated look on his face before facing front. "My friend is just waiting for her boyfriend to come, she will be pressing charges. Is there anything else you need from me?" you ask

"We have the security footage now, we did see him approach your friend first and started being touchy with her. It happened for a while, the video also showed she did try to get away a few times but he kept on touching her then you came over. That's when all of that happened" the officer points at the guy, pertaining to his swollen eyes

"Is she getting charged for anything?"

"It showed in the video too that he shoved you first before you defended yourself"

"He pushed you?" Seungcheol looks down at you, brows furrowed

"Yeah he did, he still won't let go of my friend so I went up to him. He pushed me when I tried to tell him off, that's when I punched him"

"YOU CAME AT ME!"

"Can I press charges against him?" Seungcheol asks

"CHEOL! It's fine, I'm fine. I'm not the one attacked here, we'll deal with it later" you looked up at him, speaking through your eyes.

Seungcheol might give of alpha vibes but one look from you and he'd heel.

"Is there anything else?" you ask the officer "That's it, we got your testimony. You may go now" you thank the officer before standing up from your seat and lacing your hands with your fiancé's.

You hear the other man's protests but you don't look back, going out the same door Seungcheol walked in a few minutes ago.

Before you go, you talked to your workmate and made sure she's okay. Her boyfriend arrived shortly then you bid goodbye.

The two of you walk out the station hand in hand, Seungcheol helps you get inside the car before jogging over the driver's side. He waits until you're buckled in before driving away.

You didn't like the silence. No music, just the low hum of the engine and your own heartbeat.

"Cheol, are you mad at me?"

"Of course not, baby. Pissed at that man for putting his hands on you? Pushing you? Absolutely. I don't even let mosquitos bite you, and he thinks he can just do that? Some men really aren't shit. Sorry" he mumbles an apology after swearing, always careful and respectful when he's around you.

To Seungcheol, you're the most precious, most important person in his life. He would do anything and everything to make sure you're always safe. He also knows you're a protector, you protect those who are close to you. You always do right, ready to defend. Hence why he swore to be your defender too. Be your number one protector.

You smile upon hearing your fiancé’s words, reaching out to squeeze his thigh. He takes your hand and laces it with his own, feeling the metal band on your finger against his skin.

"You sure you're okay? You aren't hurt anywhere?" his voice suddenly turning more gentle, the Cheol only you get to witness

"I'm good, baby. I promise" you pull your intertwined hands, kissing the back of his hand before resting it on your lap.

"Give me that man's name"

"Why?"

"If he's doing it to random women, then about those in his workplace or other women he knows? I'll take care of it, don't you worry"

You look at him, watching him closely. He feels your stare on him so he squeezes your hand to assure you, "I'm not going to get in any trouble I promise"

"Okay. No punching alright?"

When he don't say anything you say his name

"Fine, I promise no punching, I'll just ask Mingyu to do it for me"

"Gyu wouldn't hurt a fly, he's all height no fight" you chuckle

"Oh by the way, Han has something to give to you. It's at the back"

When you stop at a red light, Seungcheol lets go of your hand to reach behind your seat to get a black plastic bag then gives it to you

"What's this?" you look inside to see it's content

"Tofu? Really?"

"Han said to give it to you" he laughs, taking your hand again before resuming the drive

"You tell your other wife I'll punch him next time I see him"

[berylshores]

Beryl Shores HCs - Sandborn Moores

// why do i call these headcanons when it’s my canon? hmm

// anyways a little more on the sirens and their relationships with the actual town itself!

- Moondrop and Sunrise know the towns residents by heart. Their names, their families, their personalities, etc. Anyone deemed too “nasty” make for easy pickings and have plucked the island population to a very small few they deem tolerable, mostly attacking sailors and travelers these days

- they gossip like they don’t already know what’s happening as it happens and also haven’t already predicted it 3 days before it happens

- The majority of the townsfolk have kind of just accepted “yea there’s something in the water,” they don’t know what but they don’t really care atp . just don’t investigate anything weird, don’t litter, and it’s fine

- Some of the residents even talk to the sea, telling stories, venting and asking for advice. They’ll never get a response, but Sunrise enjoys it and Moondrop secretly treasures it . Who knows, maybe the person that’s been bothering you may suddenly “disappear”?

- Moon likes to fuck with people with voice mimicry, even when not intending to kill. You’re just walking around and randomly hear your mom scream .

- Sun and Moon both enjoy sometimes swimming along secretly with people taking walks and under them in the sea

- fishing trips often go well on full moons (coughs at Moons moodswings) and new moons almost always are disastrous, so the fishers of the island have formed little routines, routes and traditions surrounding the tide and moon phase

- surfers are literally the funniest things in the world to them . look at what those humans have to do to mimic a fraction of our power . yank the board right out from under their feet for the audacity /j

- It took them both way too long to comprehend cooking. why are you putting that meat on a fire what the fuck are you DOING ITS BURNING and then they managed to snag a cooked scrap and were just like “oh”

[watasstuffblog]

Silly Reimu Hakurei Drawing i made in roblox free draw. The guy next to me was drawing fuckin N4zi shit. Man i hate this game!

Forgot to mention another very funny this about this drawing. Roblox never chills out yea? Its always the minor issues people will try to blackmail ya bout there even if they aint ur fault. Haha. Anyway some weirdo there 1st. W his friend they scribbled on this wonderfull peace, 2nd. Called me a p3do for drawing Reimu Hakurei. The audacity!

[inchidentally]

seeing some headloss on twt over oscar cropping out lando from his post-qualifying instagram post 💀

we haven’t gone through the trenches with this season and bounced back from it for people to discredit their partnership based off of a cropped photo.

anyway here’s a video from twt of where you can see osc clapping for lando as he goes for his f1tv interview, people should touch some grass honestly 🫵🏻😧

https://x.com/ln4norris/status/1865414347817693444?s=46

this is why I don't personally use twt at all - I feel like there's a whole alternate reality going on there that doesn't exist in any other part of fandom lasfgajlfglaf I feel for the decent ppl who use it bc damn, y'all are gods strongest soldiers! just today I've been told that ppl decided Lando was "distracted" by Carlos when he said he couldn't hear what Hinch was saying when it's clear he was referring to how loud the crowd was and the god awful reverb from the PA system. then apparently people said Lando looked "serious" with Oscar and "happy" with Carlos but when I watched it back he's smiling with Oscar but also clearly strategizing bc… teammates ?? fighting for a championship ?? and like, he shook Carlos' hand and they had a giggle ?? like yea if I wanted to go rpf and be stupid I could pretend that meant smth other than them being very good friends but in real life that's genuinely all it is ! and Lando does that with fully half the grid bc he just makes men love him like that!

and like, this is so so cute ;__; watching the guy he's fanboyed over for years and that little clap he's doing bc he just wants to and not bc he thinks anyone will even notice by zooming way in on it like we have <3

so how does it play out in the rpf competition !! when Lando wants to make Oscar laugh just the day before?? what about Lando’s maybe a lil bit pointed speech about team loyalty even when tempted with better offers while Carlos is sat right there ? ooh and Lola grabbed Lando and Oscar giggling and talking together while Carlos was answering questions - does that mean Lando betray Carlos oh jail for Lando for a hundred years ??!! like I need people to get a grip and realize that if rpf is stressing you out then a)you're taking it too seriously and b)you're stressed over an invented narrative that doesn't exist and will always be ruined by reality. it's why these people end up in fresh rages over Carlos so annoyingly proving that he not only loves Rebecca, he actively wants her with him even when he's doing normally Boys Only stuff. that even when Lando is around or available, Carlos has the audacity to for example, choose to spend a quiet dinner with her and Hulk and his wife rather than go out for Lando's win. that Carlos asks her to come to the Netflix Cup and keeps checking in on her while Lando third wheels a bit while they talk before leaving early to go hang out with his own friends. that Carlos ends up wrapped around Rebecca at a club after Singapore last year and Mexico and Melbourne this year even tho Lando is sometimes right there or didn't go out with them. how can carland0 be special and secretly gay if Rebecca not beard who Carlos hates and Ferrari/insert superpower here is paying and forcing to be with ????????? and don't even get started on the rages over Carlos daring to treat Charles special and express deep emotions over their relationship and all the time he says they spend together off of work talking about "every subject you can imagine" and doing things together with no PR or Ferrari benefit. that considering how often their own families are openly warring and taking sides unchecked by anyone, Carlos and Charles have defiantly chosen to truly like each other and stand by each other. but they'll never be carland0!!! they just caaaan't be !!

ITS SO WILD like I wanna shake these fans and remind them you rly can indulge in rpf and still maintain a full grasp and appreciation for real life friendships where no one is stuck in middle school and "competing" for which friend they like best lsafhglsafgjafg

and omg this whole social media stuff - yes, McLaren's socmed admins prefer Carlos and Daniel over Oscar and it's very clear even if it's for no deeper reason than Oscar doesn't do PR at all well and won't schmaltz up his friendship with Lando for fan service. which is fine bc honestly I don't mind being pandered to sometimes with certain ships (obviously) but I also do kinda wish they "got" Oscar better bc so many of us rly do adore his humor and his natural, unpolished personality. and they're clearly stumped when people enjoy landoscar content despite no queerbaiting and no memeable jokes. we just like watching them be cute and smile all crinkly eyed at each other :3

but yea, this whole season has been a PR festival of Emotions About Carlos for McLaren and Lando (and Netflix, if you've been watching how the boom follows these moments around) and when combined w their not unkind but definite ambivalence toward Oscar means there's times social media kind of forgets that Oscar's also there with just as much reason to celebrate him too. like I'm not at all moved by these millionaires moving team to team in itself but yes in certain cases it's very emotional for different reasons and therefore ofc going to fill up sm feeds! they were also like that about Lewis when it was carland0 at McLaren. we just wanna see more of Oscar even if he doesn't lend himself as well to popular narratives!

BUT reminder that Oscar outed himself twice in just the last two months as usually not being the one in charge of his social media content and that he isn't even for a second measuring his own personal presence or impact on social media ! Lily takes all their holiday pictures, Kim or one of the PR ladies takes the pictures at races and his new PR manager Sarah grabs any other content and uploads pretty much everything you see to Oscar's accs. if a post has a sarcastic caption like the driver's group dinner or is unusual like when he filled the top row of his instagram with photos/videos of him and Lando at Silverstone (for poignancy) then you know it's him. but that's probably about six to eight times in a year ngl. the rest of the time he's personally using social media to look at benign memes and sports updates while other people maintain his presence on his own accs.

also, as a charlos girlie I've got to say that ppl need to start calming down the emotional rollercoasters bc even when Lando and Oscar inevitably start to have issues that can be seen publicly, they'll blow over just as fast! the teammates who end up truly hating each other always have an existing past that makes them incapable of separating on track from off track in a healthy way. it's why Carlos immediately brought up the fact that he and Lando have never had their friendship tested by the kind of competition he has with Charles and to not compare the two relationships. and as I always say every time some idiot wants to banish Oscar and jam Carlos into his spot for the power of frandship or delusional rpf, Carlos and Lando's friendship is exactly the kind of foundation that leads to bitter rages and fall-outs that last years (sometimes longer). those gifs, bro - they weren't even teammates when that happened so do we rly want to watch that unfold every weekend by making them teammates locked in intense WDC battles??

whereas both Oscar and Lando and Carlos and Charles have formed their respective friendships alongside intense direct competition with each other. they negotiated how to cope with each other's temperaments and reactions at the same time as learning who they were as people. time and again that's proven to be the best way to preserve friendship with the guy you're battling with for wins and a WDC.

so there's no point flipping a table over the occasional fight in situations like Lando and Oscar battling each other sometimes. unlike like the cases of hideous erosion of affection into hatred that happens when long time besties suddenly fight for the same prize for almost the entire calendar year. that literally never ends well.

/rant

[gaslysainz]

Lost (PG10) pt.2

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! So a few days back I posted the first chapter of my first ever fanfic! And I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. It's just the beginning of the journey, there's a lot to come. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

Journal Entry -2

A new episode and a new day of my life. Never in my 24 years of life have I ever thought that I would have to come across this day. This awful day when i would have to sit through a whole day in my room crying my eyes out and coming out of my room only when i'm called for causes like "Julia needs a glass of water, you need to clean Julia's dress, Julia accidentally dropped food on the floor, clean up the mess" so on and so forth. Today was the day when I had to look at the most heart wrenching thing ever...

So here's what happened 

*FLASHBACK*

I was reading a book in my room and suddenly someone knocked at my door. I opened the door and came across Pierre!

"H-hey! you need something?"

I noticed him looking inside my room at our wedding picture hanging on the wall right above my head. Obviously he'd be curious about my room cause he's never been inside my room before. I actually felt a little awkward so i cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Uh! yea actually Julia was having a headache, go and make some soup or something and bring it up to my room  along with some medicine!" There was that tone! Full of despise for me.

"Sure" By saying that i went down to the kitchen to make some soup for her.

That's what my job in this house is after all, looking after the house and the people in it. Oh! Did I mention? We do not have any maids. Cause apparently according to my husband's mistress, I'm not any different than a maid so why waste money on hiring one? Anyways, after making the soup and being satisfied with it I went towards Pierre's room and stopped once I saw something that no married or committed person should ever see. My husband was on top of my sister thrusting deep inside her and them moaning out each other's name. 

You must be thinking that what am i so shaken up about? I should've been used to this by now, Well this is the first time i'm seeing them doing it in front of my eyes. Yes i admit it that i've heard them before but seeing it live, right in front of me is a whiplash of a whole lot of negative thoughts. And what did I do in that situation? Nothing! I just closed the door silently, kept the soup and the medicine outside the room and came back to my room and cried my eyes out! Why did they have to keep the door opened? Did my husband really become so heartless? Did he really want me to see that I can never get his love? Did he really have literally shove it in my face that he belongs completely and soulfully to his mistress and I can never take her place?

Oh! and the agony! My Step sister saw me standing outside the room and smirked!

Yes she had the audacity to smirk at me....

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

I know i'm young and naive. My sister is 27 and i'm 24 years old. She's more mature than I am, sexier, prettier, and more perfect , with an hourglass figure, amazing style. But all that, with a nasty heart it seems. She can easily go out wearing anything and everything that she wants whereas I tend to gravitate towards PJ's, hoodies and oversized clothes. The only time I wear dresses are at the parties that I attend with my husband. But still, he never looks at me the same way he looks at her. She is definitely Pierre's s absolute match in all spheres. And here I am, stupid little girl crying my eyes out inside my room cause my husband is making love to my step sister. 

I, Mrs. Y/n Gasly is once again LOST!

LOST in my sister's PERFECTION!

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