#but re. why do u do it and why do u continue she has SUCH a complex about it

[messylustt]

hii since u said you’d do something for stilinski can i request a fic where the alpha twins were just introduced and stiles and reader (best friends) like each other (everyone in the pack knows but them) and reader thinks stiles doesn’t like her so they start hanging out with the twins more and stiles gets jealous and it’s like a angry love confession and maybe smut?

++ thank u so much for taking the time to read & write this!! your writing is actually making me happy as sappy as that sounds💗💗

you’re my friend, not theirs — stiles stilinski + reader ( teen wolf ) : stiles getting jealous over the blooming friendship between you and the twins.

contents : jealous!stiles. kissing. sorry no actual p in v. i need to watch teen wolf again — that shit was gooood, and thank you so much ur actually so sweettt

"I want one." Lydia said, eyes focused behind you and Allison.

You both turn in your chairs to see the two new twins talking by a bookshelf. "Which one?" Allison asked, turning back. You kept your gaze on the twins, mainly for the fact that they were said—by your strange friend group—to be alphas.

Why they chose to go to school you could only guess. Most likely not to actually enjoy classes, but to keep an eye on said strange friend group.

"The straight one." You answered for Lydia. "I'd hope." You turn back in your chair to see Lydia narrowing her eyes.

You smile, just as Stiles slumps in the free chair beside you. Scott taking one beside Lydia. You glance back around at the twins, tilting your head in a slight observation.

Then you feel a poke on your arm. You turn your head to face Stiles, who is eyeing you with furrowed brows. "What are you looking at?"

"Our new classmates." You say, gazing back.

"You know they're alphas, right?" Stiles asks, making you nod. "Like, deadly...scary alphas?" He re-asks narrowing his eyes, as you chuckle.

"I heard they can shift into...like...one big werewolf." You say, in slight awe.

Stiles scoffs. "It's not that impressive."

"It kind of is." You mutter. Then you hear your seat scraping against the floor as Stiles jolts you around to face away from the twins.

"Do you know the distinction between friends and enemies?" Stiles asks, making you scoff. "Scott, did you know that y/n's rather stupid?" He asks Scott, making you elbow his arm.

"Yeah. She thinks the twins are cool." He continues, as you try to shut him up with your hand.

"I'm not the only one." You say defensively, before gesturing to Lydia, who is still eyeing up the straight twin.

"Well that's...Lydia." Stiles grabs your wrist, removing your hand from his mouth.

"Wow, your reasoning is impeccable, Stiles."

Stiles tilts his head at your sarcasm, the edges of his lips curving up a fraction. You get your wrist out of his grip before looking at Lydia—Allison and Scott caught up in conversation. "It's called having taste, Stiles."

Stiles raises his brows. "Taste?" He nearly exclaims. "Did you get hit in the head?"

"Alright...I'm gonna head to science." You say, ignoring stiles, standing, as the others spare you 'goodbyes'.

Stiles calls to your leaving form. "You have zero taste, y/n. Nada!"

You chuckle as you walk out into the hall. Stiles has been your best friend for almost forever. You enjoyed his jokes and even his incessant sarcasm. But you hated the fact that whenever he smiled butterflies would swarm your stomach. Whenever he would look at you a certain way your cheeks would pinken.

You had to brush it all way, knowing he wouldn't feel the same. And ruining such a long friendship would be horrible. Your mind is caught as you nearly collide with someone.

"Shit— sorry." You say looking up, holding a tighter grip on your notes.

One of the alpha twins stares back at you, a small smirk edging his lips. You quickly take in his appearance and the way he holds himself. "And I'd take it your the...straight one?"

He chuckles before beginning to nod. "Aiden." He introduces.

You nod. "Nice to meet you."

He raises his brows awaiting your own introduction. You go to speak, opening your mouth, but pause, seeming to remember exactly who Aiden is. "Will I be in danger if you know my name?" You whisper ask.

Aiden leans down to whisper back. "You might be safe."

"I might?" You ask, raising your brows.

Aiden smirks. "A pretty face usually makes it far."

Your mouth partly opens in slight shock. "Ha. So, you are a flirt." You straighten up. "Lydia's gonna love you."

"Mm, and what about you?" He asks, brushing a strand of hair away from your shoulder.

You chuckle. "Again—Lydia's gonna love you." You then step around him, walking into your class.

Stiles had seen one of the alpha twins follow you out. And of course, with a narrowed gaze—he followed him. He stopped upon seeing the twin speaking to you. Stiles' grip on the doorway was tight as he watched. A scowl formed as he saw the twin brush your hair over your shoulder, you chuckling about something.

What the hell were you talking about?—Stiles wondered, wishing he had scott's hearing. His stomach had tightened the moment he saw you with him. Hating seeing you smile at the enemy. But it wasn't just for the sake that it was the twin you were talking to. Stiles would feel like it no matter what dude it was. He wanted you to smile at him like that. Not someone else.

When you passed the twin for your class Stiles saw the way he eyed your form before leaving for his own class. Stiles scoffed to himself, glaring holes into the back of the alpha's head. No way was that beast getting you.

A few days had passed and through the halls you had caught yourself talking to the twins. It started off brief, just passing nods and a few hello's. But then you started picking up conversations where you'd left off the next time you'd pass eachother.

Stiles saw as you would wave at them or smile, them cracking a joke or a compliment. On the occasion that he would walk with you, Stiles' expression couldn't be more gloomy. You'd bump his shoulder making a comment on the "glare" he'd mastered, but Stiles' couldn't laugh, only hearing Aiden's compliments on your outfit or hair.

At first he didn't want to acknowledge that he was jealous. Because then he'd have to remember his large crush on you. He had had to push it away, knowing you wouldn't feel the same. You were freinds, and Stiles hid behind that concept, forcing himself to reason his glares to him just being a good friend, not wanting you to date someone like Aiden.

But once the days drew out, you and the twins seeming to grow closer, Stiles finally accepted his jealousy. You were his friend not there's. So, when he saw you smile and blush at a compliment Aiden gave you, he couldn't help himself but grab your wrist and pull you somewhere secluded.

You swiftly turned to face Stiles as you stared at him in confusion. You both are in the boys locker room, it being empty—the laccrosse team not practicing today. "What the hell-"

"What the hell is that?" Stiles cuts you off angrily. You stare at him, brows furrowing.

"What?"

"That." Stiles gestured to the now closed door. "Them. The twins."

"Aiden and Ethan?" You ask.

Stiles scoffs at the first name basis. "Yeah, Aiden and Ethan."

"What about them?" You slowly ask, never really having seen Stiles so mad.

Stiles clenches his jaw, all the past days annoyance bubbling up. "What about them? Really, y/n?"

Your still displaying confusion, as Stiles steps closer. "Why the fuck are you talking to them?"

"You're mad at me becasue I've said hi?"

"Oh, you've said more than hi." Stiles scoffs. "You keep talking with them in the halls as if your the closest of friends."

"Look Stiles, I know you don't like them. And I know they aren't particually saints. But if you spoke to them you'd realise how not in control they are. Deucalion—"

"I don't care for their sobstory, y/n. And you shouldn't either. You barely know them." Stiles has progressively gotten closer, before he's backing away, running his hands through his hair in annoyance. "God." He mutters.

"Stiles." You say, making him meet your gaze. "What is this?" Your tone has stayed calm, not wanting to start an arguement with Stiles of all people. "Are you okay?"

"No, y/n. I'm not." He finally says, fully stepping closer. You slightly stumble back at how swift his movement was. "Why do you want to talk to them?"

"Stiles, they...they're nice. They make me feel good, strangely enough."

"They make you feel good?" Stiles asks, eyeing you.

"They make me laugh. They are quite funny." You mutter, seeing how close Stiles is getting.

"Oh." Stiles chuckles, though the humour is lost. "Aren't they just amazing. Making you laugh and smile. You even blush around Aiden."

Your cheeks begin to redden on embarrassment as you cough. "No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do. And it's really annoying." Stiles says. "You know what else is annoying?" You meet his gaze, pressing your lips together. "The fact that you're blushing for him right now."

You scoff. "I'm not."

You can feel Stiles' breath hit your face. "I really hope that's true."

"Stiles, why are you so angry about this?"

And he cracks. "Because I don't want you to like some rabid wolf, I want you to like me!"

Stiles freezes, processing what he just revealed. Fuck. You stare at him, mouth beginning to open.

"What..." You drift off, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"I-" Stiles begins, stepping back, shocked and incredibly nervous at his own words. "I didn't-"

"You...like me?" You slowly ask.

Stiles goes to shake his head for fear of your rejection, but then he thinks of Aiden, and switches to a small nod.

Now your shocked, confirmation that his first confession wasn't a slip up. Silence has engulfed the locker room and Stiles can't bear it. "Say something...please."

"I didn't know...you liked me like that." You mutter, your life long crush's words having taken a toll on you.

He couldn't let you date Aiden and now you knew why. But your moments of silence were crushing his heart. He began to step farther away, thinking he just ruined your friendship, when you quickly grabbed his cheeks, and kissed him.

Stiles eyes widened, before they became hooded, the feel of your soft lips making his stomach do somersaults. But then your pulling away far too soon, eyes wide, your own shock at what you just did easily visible.

But Stiles doesn't waste another moment, smashing his lips back to yours. You slightly stumbled back at the force as Stiles began to lick and eat at your lips. He groaned into your mouth when he was able to finally push himself against you, your back hitting a locker.

"Oh, god." Stiles muttered against your lips. "This means you like me back...right?" He asks as he began to kiss your cheek and jaw, leading all the way to your neck, as his hand slipt around your waist.

"No, Stiles." You sarcastically say, making him chuckle against your skin. You grab his face, bringing him back to your face. "Kissing you doesn't mean I like you." You kiss him, your tongues eagerly meeting.

"I'm glad you've picked up my sacrasm." He says, continusously kissing you. "Otherwise that would hurt."

You smile into the kiss, your head buzzing with this reality. You had begun to unbutton his jeans, making his breath hitch, but he quickly grabs your hand, making you meet his gaze in question. "I didn't like hearing that the twins make you feel good." Stiles says, putting your hands over his shoulders, as he lead one of his hands back down.

He unbuttoned your jeans, slipping his hand inside making you grip his shirt. "I want to make you feel good." Stiles kisses you, as he reaches your panties, pushing them aside as he finds your wetness. You jolt when his fingers find your clit. "Much better than them." He whispered as he began to rub your pussy, circling around.

"Christ." You whispered into his neck, before your head hit back against the locker.

Stiles trailed one finger to your hole, pushing inside, making you whimper. "At first I was hurt, because you were my friend not theirs." Stiles said as he pushed another finger inside you making your hips stutter. "But now that doesn't matter, because you can be their freind all you like." Stiles littered kisses along you collerbone and neck. "As long as I can kiss and touch you like this." He grinned against your skin as you moaned, his pace quickening.

"Oh, god— please." You breathe, finding your hand in his hair. You kiss him, letting your lips bruise as he laps at your tongue. Stiles then kisses your cheeks. "You look so cute when you blush."

Your cheeks had heated due to the actions given by Stiles. "I thought you got annoyed when I b-blushed."

Stiles chuckles, curling his fingers inside you. You pant, sweat forming across your forehead. "That's only because you were blushing for Aiden. But now your blushing for me." Stiles smiles. “All for me."

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[miidnighters]

Ah yes - the hard part, now, of actually telling the story, now that she's offered it.

"It's not a happy event," She warns, aiming for another smile (though it doesn't meet her eyes), and moving her other hand like she might reach for him (might feel settled by the contact) but aborting the motion. Still, there's no hesitation as she seems to gather herself to tell him.

"It was a few months shy of my eighteenth birthday. My mother and I were on the trail of a wolf that had gone feral - only it turned out to be a shape-changer, that we were woefully underprepared for. He caught me across the ribs, and while I was down - because she was worried about me - he caught my mother." There's a slight pause, here - a light hitch, but Hartley swallows it down to press on. "I managed to take him down, by the skin of my teeth,-" pouring blood the while, muscles and tendons in her side screaming. "but there was no saving her. My father was never quite the same. And I was not afforded the privilege of going to the doctor associated with the order since I'd let my mother die." A mocking tone, there - time has truly taught her what a cruel man she'd been raised by. "So the scar remains. Uglier, now, twisted by time."

(is that bravery? Is that accomplishment?)

This story is punctuated with a shrug, as if she can make out that she hasn't just laid her softest underbelly out between them, as if she's not petrified of what he'll think of all the parts of herself she's just revealed.

And then, of course, the truths she must struggle through are not over.

"Gale, darling, are you really asking what are we, like we're a pair of lovesick teenagers?" Deflection, maybe, just for a moment, because she needs to build that steel back up, didn't she? Still, the question has been asked and Hartley won't leave him languishing without response.

Another swipe of thumb over his chest - almost casual enough to play at being an idle movement. "I hold you in very high regard as well." Exactly what shape that takes yet, she's not sure. "I would even go so far as to say you're dear to me. I would have you as a constant in my life, for as long as you're willing to stay, which is not something I - well." She breaks off, another not-quite-all-there smile. "A friend, first and foremost."

Being but a moment of mindless ecstasy? Evidently, they are far too similar.

And it's funny, isn't it, as Gale looks to her now in the gentling light. None would truly believe it, not with his penchant for oxfords and her __ for life, but as a scholar and a wizard of considerable repute, it is never one's cover that one must judge. She bears smiles and praises. She boasts honey and silk. And it's easier to hide when one can dazzle with one's looks, but how many such fissures does her skin wear now? Thousands. About his chest, the memory of that glass prickles all too real.

Still, her scars speak of bravery. Her accomplishments. Her grit. (Gale can hardly say the same, a man whose great love he can never quite tame.)

With his throat warm with whiskey, his leather chair groans. (And he couldn't. He unlike Hartley is all a fool.)

"Of course," he broaches, "but be it dog bite or not, you've yet to offer me the truth. Those men were eager, certainly, to offer you their lead and to all but guide them. Unfortunately, I've taken a meaningful habit of walking myself, and I can't say I'm willing to be led down segues." No. "I haven't the heart for distractions." But rather truth and vulnerability. 

Her touch prickles at his skin, a thousand flurrying asks surging sharp in the dark. She's a labyrinthed creature, a maze and puzzle to the bright of her eyes. Gale can never be sure that he'll understand get her, but there: she is offering a moment to dare but a step. He takes it. Trying for calm, he manages some semblance of steady. "So, while I am relieved to hear that — truly, I am — that leaves the matter as to what I am to you unaddressed entirely. To be perfectly honest, it's not exactly a mystery I find myself enjoying. It leaves a wizard's imagination to fill in the blanks as it were, and he's likely to fill them in with his own...generous perceptions."

"It's a dangerous option to offer me. You must know that I regard you highly." And if he views him as a plaything? Heavens. No, he has suffered that enough.

[iheartcake123]

yeong-hu x f!reader

⚠️CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM SEASON 3⚠️

warnings:none

a/n: you all knew this was coming😭 yeong-hu is my man fr lool. anyways, what did you all think of season 3?? i enjoyed it but the ending felt so rushed for some reason!! ive got some more fics on the way hehe so if you want anything specific or a specific character let me know <33

Masterlist

“is that the last of them?” you asked jin-ho as a couple more people trickled into the church.

“it seems” he told you before briefly looking around and noticing a women in her early twenties, wearing a mustard yellow jacket while carrying a bag on her back.

“follow us in silence” jin-ho told her and she did as he said.

she wasn’t someone you’d seen around before but with how many people were living at the stadium you knew, you wouldn’t know everyone.

suddenly, her eyes widened as sergeant tak approached you. she hurriedly pushed past jin-ho and looked between you and the seargent.

“it’s you two! you’re a scary looking man and you’re a pretty lady wearing military uniform” she exclaimed excitedly “is your name master sergeant tak? and is yours y/n l/n?”

you raised an eyebrow in confusion. sergeant tak looked towards jin-ho, just as confused.

“you both know park chan-young and kim yeong-hu, don’t you?” she suddenly asked and your heart dropped to your stomach.

why was she mentioning them?

“i need to tell you something important” she then said and she took you and sergeant tak aside and briefed both of you on the details.

when she said yeong-hu was still alive, you were overwhelmed with emotions. you had thought he was gone and you had just accepted it, thinking it would be easier to move on.

as sergeant tak went to go and distract sang-wook, you waited in a room for yeong-hu. your palms were sweaty and you paced back and forth in anticipation to see yeong-hu again.

after several minutes, the door to the room swung open and you saw yeong-hu stood there. he looked rough, he had blood and cuts covering him and you were in complete disbelief when you saw him.

“yeong-hu..” you breathed out, tears now forming in your eyes as a rush of emotions filled you.

“y/n” he said and you rushed to wrap your arms around him.

you couldn’t believe he was in front of you.

as soon as you held onto him, yeong-hu enveloped you and returned the hug. holding you close to him and his grip tight around you.

the hug lasted for a long while, neither one of you wanting to let go.

“it’s all my fault” yeong-hu said lowly into the hug and you slowly pulled away.

however, you took his hands into yours.

“it’s all my fault y/n. yeong-seok, seo-jin, u-seok, jong-hyun and seok-chan. sergeant choi, as well as the other they members of the search party have all died” yeong-hu continued, his breath shaking as he choked back emotions “i have failed everyone”

you looked up at yeong-hu and frowned as your heart broke at the expression on his face. he couldn’t look directly at you and you swallowed hard.

you let go of one of his hands and brought it up to cup the one side of his face. turning his head to look at you.

“you’re not a failure. your men, they followed you because you’re such a good leader and they respect you so much to the point they’d do anything for you. their deaths are not on you. you’re an amazing strong person and you did what you thought was right. you stand by your men everyday regardless and that’s something to be proud of and you should never blame yourself for what has happened” you firmly told him.

yeong-hu was always hard on himself and whenever someone got hurt or died, he held the weight of it on his shoulders. even when he shouldn’t have.

a tear slipped from his eye and you wrapped your arms around him another time, this time consoling him.

yeong-hu then pulled away and you sent him a small smile.

“i can’t believe you’re actually here” you smiled and leaned forward to press your lips onto his.

he returned the kiss and after you pulled away, he rested his forehead onto yours and rested his hands on your waist.

“i love you” yeong-hu exhaled out.

“i love you too” you told him.

both of you stayed as your were, enjoying each others presence.

suddenly, the door opened and in came sergeant tak. he hadn’t expected you to be there and apologised in an instance.

“sorry, i didn’t realise you were here” he looked at you and you shook your head.

“it’s okay sergeant” you smiled “i’ll let the two of you talk”

you began to make your way towards the door but yeong-hu kept his hold on you, his body slightly tensing up.

“stay, please?” he said and you looked between sergeant tak and yeong-hu.

“thats fine with me” sergeant tak let out a genuine smile and you nodded your head.

“of course” you moved to be close to yeong-hu again, he loosened his hold on you, relaxing slightly.

you couldn’t help the grin that escaped from you as he continued to hold onto you even when talking to sergeant tak.

he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.

[reccyls]

The Grim Reaper Awaits Only One Person Beyond the Bad Ending

My translation of Victor's bonus 95k love point story for Part 2 of the Fractured Fairy Tale event

I've also translated the letter that comes from one of the event sets here

Note that this is very bittersweet.

--

Tonight, I must guide another soul who has wandered into the world of fractured fairy tales.

Victor: Welcome to the world of fractured fairy tales... Victor: We have one new guest, ya~~y!!

Kate: T-this is... I... Just now, I was in the bookstore, and now...

To calm down the postal worker who had gone astray as she was in the middle of a delivery, I explained this world to her. As soon as she finished listening, her expression changed, her lips pressed together with determination.

(She's a sharp one.)

As soon as the signal bell tolled out, I made my usual declaration.

Victor: May you find your happiest ending, Miss Kate. Victor: ...Now, welcome to the world of fractured fairy tales.

In place of the woman who had been drawn into the story world, a single book fell to the ground.

Victor: It seems you've chosen 'Alice in Wonderland' first. Victor: Will you be able to reach your happily ever after?

...

Kate: Huh...? What- what was I doing...? Kate: I feel like I've been asleep for a long time...

And from there, Kate continued to search for the "missing piece" in every world, meeting bad end after bad end. Even though her memories of the fairy tale worlds were erased each time, she never let it discourage her, and always chose to open the next book to search for that "missing piece".

Victor: Ah, back again.

I followed along with her story. The stories of the world of fractured fairy tales were not like normal books. When someone entered that world, the text would begin to unfurl and a new story would be written.

Victor: At any rate, this is the first time I've seen someone return so many times.

Kate never gave up despite the number of bad endings she met, always drawn into the book to try again.

Victor: I've spoken with Harrison, and I think that you may really be the key.

In this story, Kate was being tormented by her wicked stepmother, and while she was walking in the woods, she slipped and tumbled off a cliff. And that was the end of that story.

Victor: ...How many times is this now?

And then she re-entered the fairy tale world.

Victor: Next is... Little Red Riding Hood, is it? The last time this happened, you met your end at the hands of the Big Bad Wolf before you made it to your grandmother's house.

Once again, I took the book she had entered into my hand. The world of fractured fairy tales will never end until the "missing piece" is found.

Victor: If you truly are the key... Victor: Then you must realize yourself that you are in fact that "missing piece".

What was missing from every fractured fairy tale was this: the protagonist.

Victor: A Wonderland without an Alice, a story with no Snow White, a tale where Sleeping Beauty disappeared without a trace. Victor: Without a protagonist, of course a story would end up fractured and twisted.

Once again the story stopped. I realized that Kate had met another bad ending, and put the book back. And then I prepared to meet her once again, to repeat the declaration I had made countless times already...

Victor: Welcome to the world of fractured fairy tales... Victor: We have one new guest, ya~~y!!

Kate: T-this is... I... Just now, I was in the bookstore, and now...

(I do wonder, why you keep coming back.)

I wasn't like Harrison, but my heart ached just a little upon seeing her back here again. I once again explained about this world to her, but--

(Huh?)

Just as I realized that there was something different than usual about this meeting, she began to speak.

Kate: U-um.

Victor: What is it?

Kate: I feel like I've met you somewhere before.

Victor: What?

This was something that had never occurred in the endless number of loops I have gone through. I couldn't stop myself from voicing my surprise.

Kate: A-ah, that probably sounded really weird-

Victor: Don't worry, it's quite all right.

Kate shook her head as if panicking, so I urged her to take a deep breath to calm down. As she did so...

(Every last memory of everything she experienced in the fractured fairy tale world should have been erased from her mind.) (Is it because she's returned to this point so many times that an impression of me has somehow remained?) (But that's never happened before...)

Bashfully, Kate smiled, just a little awkwardly.

Kate: Your hair is so beautiful, I guess I thought it might have left a deep impression on me.

The sight was radiant, something I could never find in a story: her beautiful smile.

Kate: I hope I'll be able to find that "missing piece".

Opening the book, she once more departed for the world of the fairy tale. Left behind, I turned and headed for the library full of fairy tales, so I could check on how she was doing.

...

(She's going to return again.)

I didn't follow along with the story she had been drawn towards.

Victor: If you can return the story to its original path, and find your happiness in that world... Victor: Nothing would make me happier.

But it wasn't because of all the past experiences that made me think she would meet another bad ending this time.

Victor: Perhaps you are the one I've been waiting for all this time.

From the depths of a bookshelf I retrieved a book with a faded cover. That untitled book was the one Kate had picked up first on the day at the bookstore, where she was whisked away to the world of fairy tales.

Victor: So many people have stumbled into stories just like you. Victor: But different people chose different books.

For some people it was Cinderella. For others it was the Little Mermaid.

Victor: The only person who ever took this untitled story in their hand was you.

For all that I wished that she would find her happily ever after as soon as possible, a single flicker of hope flared in my heart.

Victor: Kate, did you know?

A story of hope that I had given up on.

Victor: That book that you first held that day, it was mine.

Stroking the spine of the book that Kate had entered, I sat down.

Victor: It was my fairytale that drew you into this world. Victor: There has never been a single person like you before. Victor: But I didn't believe it. That you could be the key.

Opening that ancient cover, the book's title appeared, illuminated by the light of the candles.

Victor: I had thought that you would be the protagonist of some other fairy tale, setting it right. Victor: I never thought that that you could be the key to mine.

That fairytale contained an anomaly that was impossible to fix, one that no one had entered since it first fractured. Or rather, one that no one could enter.

Victor: But it appears as though this story doesn't need you, not yet. Victor: Even if I want you.

How many more bad endings will you go through, before my story finds its way to you? That old, faded story that began with a cliche line:

Victor: "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away..." "Over and over again, the wounded girl took Death's hand." "But that path led only to destruction. There was no hope for anything approaching a happy ending." "This is a story that leads to death. A story of beautiful ruin."

Letting out a breath, I closed the book. With my eyes closed, I imagined Kate and her slight, shy smile. I reached out for her light, far removed from destruction, but my hand met only air.

Victor: May you find your happily ever after soon. And may you not notice me, waiting here.

But, I wish--

Victor: ...that you would take my hand...

The words that left my lips, and the movement of my hand through empty air, extinguished the light of the candles. In the silence, I took the faded fairy tale in my hand, and pressed my lips to its cover.

Victor: Show me a happily ever after, Kate.

[recklesssturniolo]

could u write a matt imagine where how in the “OVER OR UNDER” video chris says “matt has a titanium rod” y/n is also there and she says “proof?” and later after they get done filming the video y/n stays at their house (she stays in nicks room) then later y/n gets a snap from matt asking what shes doing and she snaps back and says “nothing” (or that she’s watching tiktok i don’t rlly mind) and then matt sends a snap of his dick and says something like “here’s your proof” so then y/n is shocked and doesn’t say anything and matt says like “speechless now?” and then she says like “i’ll be down in a sec” and he says “that’s my good girl” and then she goes down to his room and they fuck (nick is asleep when matt snapped her and when she went to matt’s room btw) if u write this i will be so happy !! i love ur writing btw 💗💗

Proof? - M.S

Based on this req ^ , soft!dom Matt

A/N: I’m not doing collages anymore bc finding photos for them drives me insane

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

“Matt has a titanium rod” Chris laughs.

Nick and I begin laughing as Matt just looks at Chris with a shocked expression.

“Proof Matt?” I ask, still laughing.

“Y/N” Nick yells smacking my arm.

“Hey you can’t blame a girl for being curious” I smile back, looking forward and my eyes meeting with Matt, his face displaying an unreadable expression.

Sighing as I flop down onto Nick’s bed, both of us already in pjs and getting under the blankets. A comfortable quiet takes over us as we both mindlessly scroll on our phones. Getting a notification, my eyes look and I notice it’s a Snapchat from Matt. Obviously him and I were good friends, however he rarely ever used the app. Opening his snap I furrow my eyebrows as I read ‘What are you doing?’. Usually once we all said goodnight and went to our rooms it was only Nick and I who’d continue talking.

I snapchat back ‘Nothing, why?’. Watching as it shows me he opened it but a snapchat not being sent back from him. Confused I click off the app and open TikTok and go back to scrolling. A few minutes passed and I got another snapchat from Matt, clicking on it my jaw drops and a gasp leaves my mouth. My head immediately turning to make sure Nick was asleep still. Returning my eyes back to my phone, re-reading ‘Here’s your proof’ with the photo being his dick. Being fully unaware of how I was supposed to respond to that, I leave him on ooened trying to come up with something.

I glance down and notice that he’s now typing in our chat.

Matt: Speechless are we?

Y/N: I’ll be down in a second

Matt: That’s my good girl

Sitting up and taking the blankets off of me while trying to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn’t wake Nick up, I remember under my shirt that I’m not wearing a bra, and the shorts I was wearing could barely even qualify as shorts. Beyond nervous but knowing I’d hate myself if I let this opportunity slide, I tiptoe out of Nick’s room and before I could figure out what I was going to say I was in front of Matt’s bedroom door.

“Is your plan to just stand outside my door all night?” Matt asks, my eyes widening as he opens his door.

“I - uh no sorry” I stutter as my nerves continue to grow.

Matt nods his head in the direction of his bed and I make my way to it and sit down. Unsure of what I was supposed to do next, still shocked at how forward Matt is being.

“Not covering much with that outfit eh?” He smirks.

“Guess not” I shrug.

Matt now was standing in between my legs, his hand moving to tilt my head up so I was looking up at him.

“So pretty” He mumbles, his thumb stroking my cheek. “I think you’d look prettier with my dick in your mouth though”

“Yeah?” I reply, heat rising to my cheeks.

He nods in response, “Only if you’re comfortable”

Going to get on my knees, he stops me and connects our lips, his tongue against mine before he pulls away.

Now on my knees, he slides his sweats and boxers down. His dick smacking against his stomach as he did. My pussy now dripping just from the sight. Spitting onto my hand I begin stroking him slowly, a quiet groan coming from him as I did.

“Mouth” He demands.

Following his instructions I swirl my tongue around his tip, before slowly taking as much of him as I could into my mouth.

“Fuck there you go” He groans, as he pulls on my hair.

I continue bobbing my head up and down, using my hand for what couldn’t fit into my mouth. Already gagging from how big he was.

“Take it all in your mouth, I know you can pretty girl” Matt says.

Slightly doubting I’d actually be able to, I pushed my head further down on his dick, a low groan leaving his mouth as I did, his hand pushing a bit on the back of my head.

“Fuck yeah, there you go just like that” He groans.

Tears fall from my eyes as I continue sucking him off. His dick hitting the back of my throat each time I went back down. Before I could process it, Matt had taken his dick out of my mouth and pulled me up and laid me down on the bed.

“As much as I would’ve loved to watch you swallow my come, I’d rather fill you up with it” He smirks, his hand trailing down to the bottom of my shorts, “Can I take them off?”

“Yes Matt just touch me please” I beg, my pussy aching for any form of touch from him.

I watch as he removes my shorts, smirking before looking up to me, “You’re soaked”

“Matt” I whine, my hips thrusting upwards, my patience running thin.

He plays with the band of my panties, pulling them away from my skin before letting them snap back, a yelp escaping from my mouth as he did. Looping his fingers underneath the band, in one swift motions he has then pulled off. His mouth immediately connecting to my core. A moan effortlessly falls from my mouth as licked a single stripe up to my clit, his tongue flattening to cover as much of my pussy as possible.

Matt continues his motions, humming against me and mumbling how sweet I taste.

“I need you” I whimper, my hands pulling on his hair, my back still arched from his actions.

“Yeah? Want me deep inside of you” He asks.

“Please Matt” I reply.

Lifting himself up and aligning himself up with my entrance, he begins pushing himself into me, a quiet whimper leaving my mouth as he did as my walls stretched.

“You can take all of it baby, just breathe” He replies, his grip tightening on my waist the further he went inside of me, “There ya go, good girl”

“Fuck” I moan, the slight pain disappearing and my body taken over by ecstasy.

“So fucking tight” Matt groans out, his head tilted back slightly, his jaw agape.

“Matt - fuck harder” I whimper.

“You sure pretty girl?” He questions.

“Yes god please” I beg, desperate to feel him deeper inside of me.

I feel his grip tighten on my waist before he picks up his pace, now slamming into me. My hands wrapped around his wrists and squeezing in an attempt to keep myself quiet. Matt removes one of his hands from my waist, bringing it so his thumb was now circling my clit.

“Take me so well” He says.

“Holy fuck don’t stop oh my god” I moan, him deep inside of me paired with his motions on my clit causing the knot in my stomach to grow tighter, “Matt I’m gonna come”

“Come on then, show me how much of a good girl you are and come all over my dick” He groans.

As my climax hits my eyes clench shut, my head tossed back as pleasure radiating through my body, Matt’s name effortlessly falling from my mouth.

“There you go, breathe through it yeah? Fuck you look so good” Matt says, his pace not slowing.

“I - holy fuck” I say, my pleasure still lingering as he slammed into me.

“You gonna let me fill you up pretty girl?” He asks.

I nod in response before he shakes his head and speaks again, “I need to hear you say it”

“Yes fuck fill me up please Matt” I whine out, my sensitivity growing the longer he continued.

I feel his dick twitch inside of me before his breathing becomes heavier, his jaw clenching and his head being thrown back.

“God you feel so good” He mumbles, struggling to speak through his high.

I watch as Matt slows his pace, him letting out small groan as he pulled himself out of me, before letting himself lay on top of me.

“That was -“ I begin.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” He says.

“What? Really?” I ask.

“Mhm” He mumbles, “Feels like I waited a life time”

“Should have made a move sooner” I say laughing slightly.

“Yeah yeah I know - wait fuck who’s that?” He says, his eyes widening as we both listen to the footsteps that continue to get closer to his room.

Without warning the door busts open, revealing Nick on the other side, him immediately covering his eyes.

“Jesus Christ the second I noticed you weren’t in my room I knew exactly where you were” He almost yelled, “God you guys are disgusting, Y/N you’re still my cuddle buddy so get your ass up and back to my room - wait clean yourself first I don’t want any of that shit in my bed”

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[maximiliangf]

HIII, I js came across ur blog and I RLLY RLLY LOVE ur acc's theme<333 (if u can't tell I'm also a Max girlie🤭🤭)

I wanna send a req with this as inspo: https://youtube.com/shorts/LeGBgzwJZ6Y?si=-NpYUeC6p3xQsYpx CUS LIKE AHDJSIHSWWO

I was thinking of Lewis, but I don't think he'd act that way(???)😓, so how abt Max??🫣 (please disregard this if u don't feel like writing this btw, but if u do feel like it, thank you sm🫶🏻)

୨୧ ﹒𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

⟢﹐pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader, brief lewis hamilton x fem!reader.

⟢﹐warnings: none. lmk if there is tho!

⟢﹐word count: 440.

⟢﹐author's note: hii, thank you for being my first request!! i did take it as a max req but i also included lewis bc well, why not!! it is so him i feel😭 but i hope i did it justice and you enjoy reading it😭🫶🏼 i would love feedback or more requests!💓

One would surely think all the experience you've been building in sports journalism would prepare you for the moment you stand in front of three-time world champion, Max Verstappen—today's race winner—with podium sitters Lando Norris and Lewis Hamilton.

You look down at your notepad, re-reading your questions one more time just to be sure. First-time nervousness aside, it did not help that you were instructed to stand when speaking so now you tug at the end of the mic in your hand, waiting for Lando Norris to return to the conference room after his little run-off.

You hear distant chatter from the two drivers left on the couch, apparently they were gossiping about their friend running away in such a boyish matter. You smile a little and wet your lips again, your heartbeat slowly begins quieting down so it's no longer ringing in your ear.

You look at Max and he's already looking at you. Your eyes shy away between him, the door, Lewis, and the floor. The next time you sneak a look at him you can see a smile forming on his face which makes you heart flutter. His head is tilted and he's waving around his microphone without a care in the world.

"Wow, she looks so beautiful.." the words simply slip out of his mouth, loud and clear through the mic, the room fell into silence and all eyes are on you or him. Heat warming cheeks, no words or thoughts coming up just a flustered expression that has Lewis chuckling.

"She is, isn't she?" Lewis breaks the silence and adoring laughs follow from other journalists and staff in the room. You can't help but smile a little and feeling very shy.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry you heard that," Max is clearly panicking on the inside and outside, also a little flushed at the fact he very loudly announced to the many journalists present what he'd been thinking of for the past fifteen minutes. "I just, I mean you look divine truly, I.. I'm sorry, I'll stop talking now," He sets the microphone to his right shutting his mouth for now.

Lando comes back running to the front of the room, "I'm sorry for the wait everyone," He stops in his tracks looking at Max sitting in the middle head down yet cheeks clearly red, his brows now furrowed, "What's wrong with him? What'd I miss?"

"Oh, nothing. Alright let's take it from the beautiful lady in the second row," Lewis is proud of himself for that comment.

"Thank you both," You smile and continue onward with your planned questions to the three drivers.

[xokohaneazusawa]

hello i have a bllk request!

can i request isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, kuni, the itoshi brothers and barou with a socially awkward gf/crush who (kinda) hates kids?

like reader doesn’t HATE hate kids, but is like scared of them. kids are actually scary especially gen alpha 💀. how tf are these little gremlins watching skibidi toilet with a straight face just a short clip of it literally made me and my friends so uncomfortable we couldn’t continue 💀.

so more like she can watch kids from afar, and if she saw one in public, she wouldn’t throw a rock at it or call animal control. but talking to them? interacting with them?? HELL NO SHE CANT DO THAT.

it’s kinda like how we see zoo animals. best admired from afar, and if she ever gets stuck in an empty room with them, she’s screwed. as if talking to adults and teenagers wasn’t scary enough, their school just had to pick an orphanage/children’s hospital to volunteer at. she’s hiding in the corner watching her bf/crush deal with the like 7-year olds (maybe younger, who btw, were most likely bullying her just now.) wondering why and how people could stand those little gremlins.

(better still, if they go back to his place after the school volunteering activity and his parent(s)/sister jokingly mention grandkids/nieces/nephews and she’s like “ew i hate kids” or smth like that, but maybe more discreet idk how to tell even my own parents i hate children, let alone my (nonexistent) bf’s parents 💀)

once again it’s not that she actually hates kids, but sees them as a different species and can’t deal with them because they scare her, and sometimes bully her. 💀

ik you probably have a lot of requests but i kinda need SOME way to overcome my crippling fear of children.

i hope you like this idea tho and i really love your writing 🫶🫶🫶

Ngl this is actually so me, I love this idea so much- But the best part is the fact that I actually worked with kids for almost 2 years, and my friends club has us interacting with kids too... (I tried to do most of the characters but I had no ideas for some of them, but you can always re-request with the ones that I missed and the second I think of some ideas I'll def write it!!)

Isagi Yoichi -> Do we not remember when that one kid stopped him after the u-20 match.. Bro is good with kids, so luckily he can save you

-> He will slightly chuckle at you when you show up to this place where the children (gremlins) are at you slightly freak out, and he will laugh at you even more when your awkwardly standing in the corner because your way to freaked out to actually go talk to any of these kids

-> Has to keep reminding the kids not to laugh at you, and that your just not the best socially

-> Eventually tries to find you one of those kids who are also standing away from everybody else for you to interact with, both of y’all have something in common, you hate the other kids!

-> He will very much get confused on this skibidi toilet bullshit (who isn’t, tbh-) but he’ll sit through it so they can be entertained while he tries to make sure that your still alive in the corner

-> If you actually started talking to the kid that he sent your way he’ll be kinda proud, I mean obviously it’s not the other 10 kids he has with him, but it’s a step in the right direction!

-> If not he gets it, I mean what he’s watching with them right now is downright terrifying, so why wouldn’t the minds who consume it also be terrifying

-> Later on when you two finally end up heading back to his house he tells his parents about how you two were volunteering with children and when they offhandedly mention that it would be nice to have grandchildren in the future he can only laugh.

“Yeah.. Unless I can get (Name) to stop hiding in a corner when they see a child then maybe..”

Reo Mikage

-> He grew up as an only child and I’m assuming he didn’t have a bunch of friends when he was growing up so I don’t think he would be the absolute best with kids, but still better than others

-> The kids will be a little confused when he starts trying to teach them about business and economics saying that this was the age he started learning about running a business

-> They might end up gravitating towards you since you’re just kinda confused along with them, trying to explain to him not every kid grew up with their future of running a family company.

-> Will totally laugh when he sees how freaked out you are with these little (gremlins) kids trying to get your attention and asking if your any more fun than Mr.Business (Which they had nicknamed Reo) -> Will eventually learn and get them to leave you alone, after almost 10 minutes of you trying to hide behind him or anywhere else in this room so they can’t talk to you

-> Ends up helping them instead with other things like reading and math stuff, not the brain rot of skibidi toilet (thank god)

-> That night you two had ended up going out to dinner with his parents as they wanted to have a nice sit down meal while they talked about what was possibly coming up in the future, including your future with Reo, and kids. He smiled and took your hand in his.

“After today, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about an heir to the Mikage Corp for quite a while of time”

Kunigami Rensuke

-> BRO HAS TWO SISTERS, One older and one younger, Man knows his way around kids, for sure. I take no criticism on this.

-> Is actually so good with kids, you now are speculating that he’s actually a single teen dad with like 2 kids or something that he just hasn’t told you about. He’s that good (it’s actually scary)

-> He will not let them watch skibidi toilet, another man who is respectable and makes sure they are doing educational stuff

-> Also makes sure they stay away from you for the most part, just because he knows that you don’t like having all those kids near you, but he may or may not send one over your way that he thinks that you’ll actually get along with

-> He wants to see what you would be like if you actually interacted with a kid, it’s his future brain thinking

-> That also brings up to the day that his parents (and his sisters) have asked you both about having children in the future, he would just chuckle and ruffle your hair a little

“Unless I would be the only one communicating with the little one then I don’t see us having kids for quite a bit of time.”

Sae Itoshi

-> Worst person to have around kids. I mean did you see how he treated his own little brother, smh. (DROP WHAT HAPPENED IN SPAIN, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS)

-> Does not know how to act around kids, just basically lets them do whatever as long as they aren’t bothering the two of you

-> To bad kids don’t listen all that well and he basically has to keep glaring at them from where he is sat at the only bigger table in the room with you, because these kids keep trying to get your attention since they know Sae isn’t gonna give them anything, which sucks for you

-> Attempts to try something once he realizes that you're actually pretty horrible with kids, let's just say the soccer he tried to play with them didn’t go all that well.. And you may or may not have had to get over your fear a little since a bunch of crying kids kept coming over to you

-> To which he figured that this wasn’t the way to go about it so he just put on some random movie he remembers from when he was a kid, too bad it was one of the ones from his flight to Spain when he was younger and it was all in Spanish. (It’s okay, they had fun trying to figure out what the hell it said, and it kept them entertained for quite a bit of time.)

-> Once the whole future and children conversation came up with his parents, he could only roll his eyes.

“Yeah, no thanks. (Name) and I couldn’t handle one of those gremlins, even if it looked or acted like us.”

[anzulvr]

hiiii!!! do u think i can request a karma x reader or just Class E in general with a bit of a princess complex, i think itd be a bit funny to imagine how they humble reader or just treat them in general ^‿^

thankk uu and take ur time soz if this request doesnt make sense 😭

‧₊˚ ♡ Princess Complex ♡ ‧₊˚

Karma x Reader with a princess complex

+ general E class / Reader This is so cute, ur kaomoji is so cute! ur so cute! now think I have a princess complex... Trying out a new format ✧ fluff ✧ no warnings hdr by yeonkittiz on Pinterest divider by cafekitsune on here.

Princess complex meaning someone with a “pretty” outlook on life, high expectations, and wanting to be treated like a princess!

Ever since you joined E-class there’s always been one thing that stuck out to your classmates, and that was your “princess mentality.”

It’s not a problem when you’re dating Karma because he’s the type to feed into it. It’s not like you’re actually stuck up or look down on people. You might joke about it the same way he acts overly confident about himself but that’s as far as it goes, so he doesn’t see the harm in giving in to you, just a bit!

The negative aspect to having a “princess complex” is your inability to pitch when hard labor is involved. It doesn’t mix well with assassination attempts. This is probably the one thing that bothers the class as a whole.

“[Name], we need you to set the wire trap at the other side of the mountain!”

“That’s so much walking in this heat… and I’m gonna get my shoes all ruined!”

Kataoka has been trying to get you to pitch in a little more, as class rep she feels it’s her job. Whenever she asks you such and say you’ll do it later…and proceed to completely forget about it.

She thought getting Karma to ask would solve things but no you just feel more comfortable straight up rejecting his requests.

“Karma, tell [Name] she has to do something.”

“[Name], do something.”

“No.”

“I tried.”

Terasaka has to drag you all the way there, you’re helping whether you want to or not.

Karma’s usually the one having to push you into stuff you can’t bring yourself to.

Nagisa sent you both out to grab some essential items for the next attempt.

“Why can’t you carry it, this is heavyyyy.”

“[Name] I’ve been carrying your bag for the last 20 minutes, it feels like you drag bricks around.”

“Sorry…”

“Don’t sweat it this is light work, but you have to carry something yourself.” (His arms hurt but he’ll never admit that.)

“Alright- I guess I can do it… only because you asked.”

(For once!)

There are classmates who will call you out of the princess fantasy; Terasaka, Maehara (depends on the day tbh), Kataoka.

The teachers, for sure call you out!! Korosensei’s will dote on you but push you to make some effort. You don’t want to spar? He bargains.

“[Name] I know you don’t want to ruin your nails but please participate, if they break, I’ll re do them!!”

Mr. Karasuma just straight out lectures you about how assassination takes getting your hands dirty and takes sacrifice, he eventually gives up and does things your way- he noticed Karma is really good at pissing you off and partnering you up is the perfect way to bring out your potential.

“Scared to mess up your hair? Sounds like a lame excuse, just admit you suck at sparring.”

“YOU’LL EAT YOUR WORDS.” (You ended up losing, but hey at least you swung this time!)

Ms. Vitch is a bit different, encouraging you to continue to have the mindset you do. she adores you because you remind her of herself, she’s got a soft spot! Your #1 supporter. You helped design the assassination uniforms with her.

In contrast there’s classmates who’ll let you live out your princess dreams, Hinano, Isogai (he will encourage you to help out so sweetly it won't feel like he’s trying to humble you when he is.) , Nagisa lets you do your thing, Okajima who’s to big of a simp to complain, Ritsu whose the cutest ever.

With Princess syndrome comes high standards, so Karma’s kind of flattered he fits yours. He’s a bit unsure of himself underneath the front he puts on, having your approval means a lot to him but he won’t admit that out loud.

— sorry I took such a break from posting, please correct my mistakes if you catch any :)

[leanxooo]

L O S T P U P P Y — rick grimes x black!fem reader x daryl dixon

“is it so bad i just wanna be around you two?”

✷ : One day a unknown named girl shows up to the atlanta camp, when she gets settled; she takes a liking to daryl and rick, following them around like a lost puppy and they dont know why.

✷ : chapter one: lost puppy interlude [ see other chapters ]

cw: mentions of daddy issues, walkers, pet names ( pretty, darling, sweet girl, princess ) , rude!daryl at first, a little sexual content ( dry humping, dirty talk, kissing ), age gap ( reader is 19 - 20 and Rick and Daryl are 30 - 40 ).

xoxo note: in this apocalypse the haves phones and anything modern, don't like it? keep it pushing honey, also ntm on me! I haven't written in a while.

Silence. That was the only thing heard around the camp as the group watched the young girl walk up in a baby pink skims set with pink Asics and a black book bag with a purse on her side.

"Who the fuck-" Daryl started to say out of his mouth as the girl walked up breathing heavy, "holy shit bro" she said as everyone looked at her.

She looked behind her, wondering what everyone was looking at "what we looking at?" she asked confused "who are you" Rick asked as he put his hand on his gun.

"oop- lets chill... okay?" she said giggling nervously, "my name is y/n and I was just walking and I saw the camp." she shifted from side to side as everyone just stared at her.

"Well welcome to our camp, your more than welcome to stay pretty girl," Carol walked up and smiled at her "I'm Carol."

The young girl smiled at the older lady, "thank you Carol!"

Rick and Daryl silently watched the scene unfold, Daryl was looking the girl up almost drooling at the sight of her, her pretty brown legs, her slicked back ponytail, the way the skims fit her body.

"Daryl wipe ya mouth for me real quick!" t-dog and Glenn laughed together as Daryl muttered profanities under his breath and walked off.

The conversation between Carol and the girl continued, not even paying attention to the boys. "Well as of right now.. we don't have any tents and there's like three to a tent and there is only one tent that only has two people.." Carol rambled.

Y/n nodded her head and followed Carol to the tent, "you're going to have to share this with Rick and Daryl.. at least for right now till we go on another run" Carol said and motioned for y/n to follow her to a table where two boys were sitting.

"Y/n, this is Rick and Daryl your temporary roommates! their very sweet and respectful guys," carol spoke but y/n wasn't listening she was just staring at the two man before her.

She was already having unholy thoughts about Rick's beard tickling her legs as he-

Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by Carol when she whispered in y/n's ear, "you don't wanna get on Daryl's bad side so I suggest you stay out of his way and rick is going through something with his wife so don't be surprised if he's cold towards you." Y/n nodded her head and waved at the two.

"Its nice to meet you guys, Im y/n, I promise not to be your way" she smiled at the two, only Rick returned the smile.

Carol walked y/n back to the tent she would be staying in and left her alone, they ended up putting a cot in the tent next to two other cots.

Y/n sat up her side of the tent with pink and sparkly things, the blanket on her cot was pink and so was her pillow. She re-organized her bookbag and sat it in the corner.

She pulled out her phone and portable charger turning her phone on to watch TikTok, it was currently 10:40 and Carol called everyone out to eat.

Y/n walked out the tent with her same skims on but changed her Asics to her pink Kurt slides, she walked up to everyone sitting in a circle and sat next to a young boy.

"Hi I'm carl" the boy put his hand out to the girl, y/n reached her hand out and shook it. "I like your nails!" Carl smiled and held her hand for a bit as her admired her pink duck nails.

"Thank you! I do them myself" she smiled "foreal?" he asked, letting her hand go in the process.

She nodded her head and looked at everyone that was staring at her, "so y/n.." Andrea started "what's your story?"

Y/n looked around, "well I'm from Las Vegas.. I came to Atlanta to visit when the apocalypse started," Rick looked her up and down "how did you survive alone out there?" he asked.

"My dad is a cop, he taught me a few survival things" she giggled "he also had alot of guns." she stopped real quick, got up and ran to her tent.

Everyone was confused but she came back with her bookbag, she pulled out a pink hand gun.

"Why the fuck is it pink?' Daryl spoke "well first off.. I like pink and secondly I hate the color black so.."

"Your so interesting.." Andrea said "yea I get that alot" y/n said admiring the gun.

"How old are you y/n" t-dog asked as he ate the stew Carol made, "I'm 21, my birthday just passed." She smiled at him and he nodded his head.

AFTER AWHILE OF SITTING BY THE FIRE AND GETTING TO KNOW Y/N EVERYONE HEADED TO BED, dale let y/n use the bathroom in the RV to get ready for bed.

Y/n walked out the RV in hellokitty pants and a white cropped tee, she walked to where carols tent was and saw Carol was with her husband and daughter.

"Good night Carol, thank you for everything" y/n smiled and Carol smiled back but her smile quickly dropped after her husband gave her a stern look.

Y/n looked at him with a stank look, "the fuck be wrong" y/n thought. Before y/n left the tent she blew a small kiss at Carol and her daughter.

While y/n was walking to her tent she saw Rick's wife, who she learned was Lori and Rick's friend, shane sneaking into the woods.

"This is a weird ass place," she thought as she shook her head. Y/n walked to her tent saying her good nights to everyone.

She got into the tent and saw Daryl and Rick staring straight at her, "well shit, I got something on my face?" she giggled, Rick slowly shook his head.

"Oh-" she was going to say something but was interrupted, "what the fuck is your deal?" Daryl asked rudely but y/n only laughed.

"Fuck is you talking about?" she asked in the same tone. "You popped up outta' nowhere with ya' lil expensive clothes and ya bags."

Y/n rolled her eyes, Rick only watched the interaction from his cot, "you sure nobody sent you?" Daryl asked "nigga- who the fuck would have sent me?" y/n pulled her phone out of one of her purses and set it up, taking a scarf out of her black bag.

She pulled up her camera and tied the scarf around her fresh edges, "I mean I don't know-" Daryl stated sarcastically as he moved his hands in the air.

Y/n just laughed at him and turned her phone off to charge, "no one sent me dummy."

She layed in her cot and got under her cover, "goodnight boys." She smiled and rolled over.

"Oh and Daryl next time you wanna drool over me-" she turned around "dont do it when I'm around love."

[zuhaism]

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you and the members were in hybe’s lobby. you were sitting between chaewon and jaejae for the interview. many laughs were exchanged here and there as jaejae interviewed each members.

“when do you use it?” asked jae jae when the topic came to slangs. “for example ‘what are we going to eat for dinner?’ IDC. with a shoulder tilt” everyone did it together. then yunjin spoke up. “y/n is the only one who never uses slangs.”

“why why why” jae jae was bewildered. “arent you american too?” she had a shocked look on her face. “what ! no i am!” you paused because you were laughing too hard “it’s just that my mom said i shouldn’t talk like that. she says it sounds rude.” you answered with a sheepish smile.

the members nodded in agreement. “y/n’s actually very polite and has great manners, she just doesn’t talk.“ chaewon intervened and gave a thumbs up to the camera. jaejae continued interviewing yunjin.

“y/n! the other american. an all star basketball player! our nations little math nerd” and it showed a picture of 16 year old you about to do a three pointer and you after winning the mathematical olympiad. the interview finally got to you. you closed your eyes in embarrassment. everyone laughed in unison. “wah our y/n looks so cute.” eunchae spoke up.

“i heard you got recruited when you were playing basketball?” jaejae looked at you for confirmation. you chuckled before answering. “yeah actually i got scouted when i was on a school trip…” everyone was silent expecting you to continue but instead you stopped there. “ah” jaejae spoke amongst the silence “ah i guess thats all okay! its alright if you dont want to continue!” everyone bursts out laughing “no no no i can explain! sorry, sorry i thought you wanted to add something.” you tried explaining yourself. after the laughter died down and them teasing you, you started talking again.

you went all the way back to when you were 17. you and your other matheletes teammates won first place in a competition and got to go to Seoul as the winning prize. one night during the trip u got bored and sneaked out the hotel to a basketball court you saw nearby.

while you were shooting three pointers by yourself you noticed someone from the corner of your eye watching you. you got scared and ignored it hoping it wasn’t an entity from another dimension. the person stayed there for far too long and you started getting creeped out even though you were a whole feet taller than them.

you started packing your things up. putting everything in faster when you heard footsteps close behind. you were ready to book it when someone tapped your shoulder. you turned around and was met with a card in your face. the person said nothing as you took it and walked away.

it was a business card. as you examined it you noticed ‘you’re perfect for us. please come and audition tomorrow’

“and then i had a free day the next day so i went.” you ended your story with a small smile as everyone stared at you in awe. “you rapped to corso by tyler the creator am i right.” jaejae spoke up. you looked at her in shock “how’d you know.” she looked to the camera with a smug face and shrugged.

“y/n ! you once went live and answered all the fans math questions.” jaejae suddenly changed the subject as you sat up straighter. the members burst out laughing while you turned red from embarrassment. “wah y/n you’re really good at math aren’t you!” jaejae praised you.

“what. no no” you declined. “no! you’re really good. you just lack confidence.” jaejae ended her sentence and signalled for you all to look at the screen. it was showing a clip of one of your lives where you answered fearnot’s math questions.

“i think the x is 4 but i dont know” you said with your eyebrows furrowed moving closer to the camera to read the comments. “i dont know guys dont listen to me i might be wrong.” you said looking back at your paper, checking your answer again while scratching your head.

“you’re really cute.” said jaejae.

“stop flattering me”

the topic moved on to you being heartless but caring. you never knew you had this title. you never even knew you were caring you just did what you felt right. now that the topic changed everyone was giving examples on how you speak louder through your actions rather than words.

“one time, after coming home from a schedule. i went to my room and slept in the mess i made in the morning because i was too exhausted. the next morning i woke up to a clean room.” sakura started she said after that, she asked who cleaned her room and y/n only shrugged while zuha confirmed it wasn’t her. “it really warmed my heart because we had the same schedule.” sakura ended.

“no unnie it’s because you’re getting older.” eunchae teased the oldest. sakura gave eunchae the stink eye.

“oh! when we arrived at japan it was pouring and y/n unnie was beside me. she took off her jacket and wrapped me in it, holding an umbrella and then we walked together to the car.” eunchae expressed. “and in the car i noticed her shirt was half wet and i was like ‘so this is love’” eunchae announced softly with a dreamy look on her face as she looked at your red face.

“wow y/n you seem like you’d be a good boyfriend” said jaejae while you protested. “you’re right. you’re right sometimes even i want to date her.” chaewon voiced. chaewon started telling about the time after a schedule, when she got out the car her feet was hurting so bad. she was at the back struggling to walk through the pain. she saw you stopping and waiting for her at the parking lot entrance.

when you noticed she was hurting you immediately crouched infront of her. “what?” chaewon asked. you signalled her to piggyback you. “i am not doing that. we’re wearing the same shoes! you’re going to-“ she got cut off when you moved back and carried her anyways. she held onto you tight when you lifted her and she stayed that way until you guys went up to the dorm.

“wah y/n noticing the small things. we need more people like that.” jaejae added. yunjin and kazuha started talking about their loving experiences with you. yunjin stated that she’d only watch a horror movie only if you’re there. yunjin said when you’re with her, she feels safe. probably because whenever there’s a gory scene you’d mutter ‘that’s so fake’ under your breathe. but that’s besides the point. you’d rub circles on her hand and make her feel reassured.

for kazuha, you’re her debate mate. you talk the most when you’re with her. you don’t know how her mind works but you sure know how to handle it. like the other day, she asked which is the strongest : rock, paper, or scissors. you had to explain to her how its neither and rock, paper scissors is just a game of luck.

she also mentioned how you’re always helping her in korean and you’d go for convenience store runs whenever she gets a question right. you treat her so well.

“in conclusion! y/n is a great person to date.” jaejae ended

“not the dating part” chaewon muttered.

[maxlarens]

ok ok ok this is insane but bear with me !! do you remember the landoscar x driver!reader drabble/ficlet I did for your birthday? of course you do but do you remember me yapping in the gc about that soulmate enemies to lovers with max???

well here's a concept for you: friends to lovers landoscar with enemies to lovers oscar x driver!reader and friends to lovers lando x driver! reader (that was a lot to type out holy shit) maybe with the soulmate element thrown in too because I can never do anything simple

VIV!! enemies to lovers oscar mixed with friends to lovers lando OH WOWOW YES!!! yes i yapped thats why this took so long

i think the obvious thing is to do that in reverse but i really quite like it this way. ugh ok so lando who you've been friends with through karting. and then you get into F1 at around the same time as him. and you end up leaning on each other through your rookie years and become super close. would be fun if she had a short stint in mclaren with him too and people obvs loved their dynamic together🥺 and i think reader very much feels like its her and lando against the world people who say they're untalented if u know what i'm saying there.

and then 2023 hits and a certain someone joins mclaren. and idk maybe slightly AU driver!reader is in a midfield team that year (aston martin? ...unfortunately i think a landoscar specific driver!reader is forming here. why do i do this.) and maybe feels a little threatened by oscar. maybe she was trying to get that seat. and then lando and osc start to get closer and closer and reader feels like she's not landos like only Main Friend anymore. and okay maybe a bit of jealousy thrown in there too but she's not about to admit that.

and she develops a bit of a track rivalry with oscar. doesn't like to give anything up to him. would rather see them crash and burn before she lets him overtake. (carcar?😅) and maybe she's not so overt about it off track, but probably isn't super friendly to him maybe tries to exclude him😭 and oscar is oscar and just brushes it off. and thinks okay if she doesn't like me so what, it doesn't change anything. even though lando is probably whingey about it and tells osc and reader to be nicer to each other. i think that continues for the 2023 season.

maybe 2024 she gets a better seat. merc? ferrari even? which eliminates her jealousy around oscar having a better car than her (which idk was mclaren doing better than aston martin in 2023? lets say they were in this world😭). which makes it easier for her to be around him and not be pissed LMAO. which opens her up to his personality and general cuteness. and he starts to grow on her and she eventually starts inviting him/including him in readerlando shenanigans. which soon turn into readerlandoscar shenanigans🥺 love oscar needling his way in there with no effort of his own, literally just his charm and patience has her swooning eventually.

i imagine lando and reader are more extroverted personalities. they're club rats, they're chaotic, they're messy and oscar balances them both out. someone to come home to, someone to coax out of their shell🥺

and re: soulmate au which i didn't touch on. i love like. a soulmate au where ur soulmate isn't necessarily romantic, like maybe the baseline in society is to assume its platonic? anyway. so she finds out so early on that her and lando are soulmates. when they're kids so it never occurs to either of them that it might be romantic (even though it eventually IS). and then the situation develops as above lol, resenting/disliking oscar and all. and in the THICK OF IT, she must find out that oscar is also her soulmate. and must hate him more because of it. ugh idk all of them being soulmates is so cute and finding out at different stages, or not telling each other, or being confused when they all have two soulmates because while it happens, it's not super common or talked about.

[gojocp]

"now playing:.."

cw: fluff, angst(??) in itadori's part featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, yuuji itadori

a/n: the way i literally deleted all of the fic and had to redo it. also has anyone read the webtoon 'weak hero' cuz im re-reading it and there are literally ZERO fics abt it. also pls lmk if u find any apocalypse-type jjk or aot fics. lmk how this is!! (i think i turned geto in another version of gojo, i literally cannot write for anyone but him its so sad. also i feel like megumi's made no sense LMAO)

GOJO SATORU: 'always forever' by cults. "you and me.. always, forever!! we could stay.. alone, together!!" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"hey, stop! get away suguru!" utahime shouts, running away from the 16 year old. "nope, sorry utahime! no tag-backs!!" he responds, slapping her back and running away.

"fine! screw you!" she shouts, running to haibara and tagging him quickly.

"haibara! get me!" yells suguru, waving his arms. "okay! if you say so!" haibara responds, doing as the upperclassmen says.

"thanks!" he smiles, making a bee-line towards utahime. "stop it! (y/n) help me, please! why aren't you two playing?" she yells.

"we're tired man.." satoru says, resting his head on yours as you lean against his shoulder, eating a popsicle.

"you were sitting there the whole time!" shoko exclaims. "you didn't even do anything." nanami agrees, having yet to be caught.

"if you need some shade you're free to join us." you say. "no thanks, we're actually getting excercise, unlike you guys. so lazy.." suguru responds.

"hey! stop ganging up on us! we'll sit if we want to! get lost!!" satoru shouts.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after 10 minutes of running around some more, the others decide to call it a day and take a seat in the shade of a seperate tree, not wanting to disturb the two of you. and not wanting to deal with satoru complaining.

"hey, this is nice y'know.." satoru starts, "just being alone together, while the others do their own thing. we should do this more often, just the two of us." he continues. "yeah, it's nice." you agree, looking up and placing a kiss on his jaw.

"hey! look at the sunset!" utahime exclaims, directing your attention away from your boyfriend for a moment. "oo, it's so pretty!" you gush.

"yeah," satoru agrees, looking at you. "it is pretty."

0:40 ——|———————— -3:20

GETO SUGURU: 'lovers rock' by tv girl. "and if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right. she might let you stay, but just for the night" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

just like any teenager, suguru believes he can hold alcohol pretty well. he can't.

when shoko sneaks alcohol into the dorms, she convinces the 4 of you to try some. of course, satoru boasts about how well he can tolerate alcohol and challenges suguru to a 'drink off', as he says. after taking a few drinks from his glass, satoru is out cold. shoko decides to put the bottle away and take satoru to his room, leaving you with your drunk boyfriend to take care of.

"please get up, sugu. let me take you back to your room." you say, trying to convince him to get off your lap. "nahh, i'm good." he responds, slurring his words.

"okay fine, stay there then." you say, standing up and leaving him to lay on the floor. "wait-! where are you going? don't leave!" he exclaims, standing up too quickly. you move to catch him, swinging one of his arms over your shoulder to support his weight.

"back to your room, suguru," you respond, "that's where we're going."

"no! i don't wanna." he says stubbornly, wrapping his other arm around you. "wait- stop! we're gonna fall!" you shout. "then we can fall..!" he giggles.

"oh my god, you're so stubborn. i'm taking you to my room." you say, slightly agitated. "ooo, didn't know you were like that." he says, wriggling his eyebrows. 'kill me now.' you think, realizing your mistake, knowing he won't leave you alone about it.

"let's hurry to your room then." he says, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

you drag him to your room and drop him on the bed and head to the bathroom to do your skincare. when you come back, you find him staring at you, love prominent in his eyes.

"hey, cutie." he flirts with a grin on his lips. "shut up and go to bed." you respond.

"ow, so rude." he says, making himself comfortable under the covers.

"i love you.." he says, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek. "i love you too, go to sleep." you say, facing away from him. he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, kissing your nape a few times and snuggling into your neck.

"goodnight.." he mumbles, falling asleep soon after. "goodnight, sugu."

1:20 ————|—————— -3:20

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: 'see you again' by tyler, the creator. "can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever..." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's not often you and your friends get to hang out, often too busy with school work.

"wooo! i love the beach!" yuuji exclaims, chasing nobara as you all make your way to the sand. upon arriving, itadori quickly takes off his shoes and clothes, leaving him in his swimwear and runs into the water.

"guys!! (y/n)!! nobara!! megumi!! come swim!!" he exclaims, waving his arms. "coming!! wait up!" nobara says, running into the water.

after placing the towels and bags on the sand, you and megumi make your way to the water. "ugh! stop splashing me itadori!" nobara yells, splashing water back at itadori.

stepping into the water, megumi holds his hand out for you. "here." he says, offering you his hand. "thank you." you say, smiling at him. "eww! you guys are gross!" nobara says, splashing you with water as itadori joins in, splashing megumi.

"hey!" megumi scolds, throwing a beachball at itadori. "ow! what the hell?" itadori exclaims, as nobara laughs at him. "don't laugh, nobara!!"

"whatever.." she responds, splashing him again and swimming off. "get back here!" says itadori. "never!!" she retorts, getting splashed seconds later.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"oh god.. i'm so tired.." you say, heading back to the dorms. "i need a massage so bad." you continue. "i could give you one when we're back?" megumi offers, the others not being able to hear over their yells and shouts at each other. "i'd like that, thank you!" you beam, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

after changing your clothes, you lay down and megumi begins massaging the knots out of your back. letting out a sigh of pleasure, you say, "thank you, megumi.." you say, smiling softly. "anytime." he responds fondly.

after a bit of silence, megumi decides to break it. "you know, sometimes i wonder.." if you look both ways when you cross my mind. "yeah?" you urge him to continue. "no, nevermind.." he replies. "you sure?" you ask. "yeah." he says smiling. "okay.." you say, deciding not to push him.

"i'm done.." he says, moving away and tucking you in. "can i get a kiss?" you ask, as he starts to leave. and can you make it last forever? smiling, he walks over and places a soft kiss on your lips. "goodnight.." he says. "goodnight... i love you." you say, smiling up at him. "i love you too." he says, placing another kiss on your cheek and shutting the door behind him.

2:00 ——————|———— -3:20

NANAMI KENTO: 'for the first time' by mac de marco. "it's just like seeing her.. for the first time..again.." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

two weeks. it had been two weeks since kento had seen you face-to-face. having to go on a mission out of the country, he wasn't very fond of leaving you alone for a long time. and even though you reassured him over and over, saying "oh, i'll be fine!! don't worry," and "it's only two weeks.. you'll be back in no time." he still worried.

and after two dreadful and godawful (according to him) weeks, he was finally back in japan, handing in his report.

"alright, that's everything. you're free to leave." upon hearing those words, he rushed out and quickly headed home.

"kento?" you asked, when you heard the front door open. "i'm home." he said warmly, with a fond smile etched on his face. 'they're so beautiful, just like when we first met.' running up to him, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a warm hug, asking "how are you?".

"i'm okay, how have you been?" he asks. "ehh, it's been the same." you respond. squeezes his arms around your waist tighter and places soft kisses on your face.

"what's gotten into you, kento?" you question, laughing softly. "i missed you." he states, placing a final kiss on your forehead. "i missed you too, dear. how about you shower and we can eat? i made your favourite." you say, smiling up at him. "okay.. wait for me, my love." he responds, leaving to go shower.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after eating, you both head to bed and lie down. wrapping your arms around kento, you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him.

"i missed you kento.." you say sleepily. "i missed you too." he responds. "i love you.." you add, letting sleep engulf you. "i love you too." he whispers, while softly sleeping.

'it's just like seeing her for the first time.. again..'

2:40 ————————|—— -3:20

YUJI ITADORI: "i'll never smile again" by tommy dorsey. 'i'll never smile again...untill i smile at you' ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'how did this happen?' he thinks to himself. 'this was supposed to be a grade one curse, where the hell did the special grade come from?'

you and yuuji were paired up to travel to shibuya to excorsise a grade one curse. easy enough, right? WRONG!! like all missions in shibuya, something had to go wrong, and in this case, a special grade appeared. you both tried your best to excorsise it, but all your efforts were futile as you were knocked out, and the curse remained in the city.

it had been two hours since then, another sorceror was sent to excorsise the curse. but yuji didn't care, his partner was unconsious and greatly injured, for heavens sake! you had been impaled in the arm and legs and cursed buds were planted inside you, growing deeper and deeper the more you used cursed energy.

i mean, it was already bad enough that an s grade curse appeared, but know you can't even use cursed techniques? the 15 year old couldn't recall what he had done to deserve this, but that's because he didn't do anything. the world is just cruel.

he couldn't ever imagine smiling or being truly happy in a world without you. you were the love of his life. you were his everything. he couldn't lose you too.

'i'll never smile again, until i smile at you.' he thinks to himself. 'please.. whatever god is up there, please save my partner.. i'm begging you..'

love really is the most twisted curse of all.

3:20 ——————————| -3:20

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Talks with Brothers

Author's note: More of Petras in Husbandry, Divergence AU. Thank you to @kit-williams, for letting me borrow Arnault. :)

Summary: Arnault finds out about the suspiciously accurate Serf’s outfit and gets the details out of Petras on who/how/where he got it. Petras takes his first tailoring commission, among other things.

Warning: Let me know if I need to add anything

Past =-= Next

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Petras scowls at Arnault, who’s leaning in the entryway of the home he shares with his Bonded, and Arnault drawls out leadingly, “So…”

“Was?” He growls out scowling at Arnault. 

Petras had been forced to stop making another lovely gift for his Bonded because Arnault had randomly sent him a message saying that he was going to be stopping by. He’d sworn at his vox device before responding and not-stomping his way out to the living room begrudgingly let Arnault in.

“My Angela and Roland’s Backerin  were speaking with your Bonded recently,” Arnault says lightly, “She was wearing a Concubina Serf’s outfit.”

“... And what if it?” Petras asks.

“Where’d you get such an accurate re-creation of it?” Arnault asks, almost vibrating with how intense his curiosity and need to know.

“Why do you want to know?” Petras grumbles squinting suspiciously at Arnault. 

“Because, I want to commission and buy und outfit like that for my darling Angela.” Arnault replies, “I’m willing to pay a lot for the work. The materials are good quality und the outfit is durable, comfortable and could be used more than once.”

“I see,” Petras says, feeling a bit flattered and still suspicious.

“Please give me the address of the tailor- likey a brother or cousin from either mine or your Era, or somewhere inbetween to get it so period accurate,” Arnault continues speaking.

“... If I tell you who was the tailor,” Petras says, “You will keep your mouth shut about it, Ja?”

“Of course,” Arnault replies.

Petras squints at Arnault for a few moments before taking in a deep breath through his nose, “I was the one to make that outfit for my beloved.”

He crosses his arms and almost glares at Arnault, daring him to say something about it. Arnault pauses, and seems to be calculating something and The Emperor’s Champion asks, “Can I commission you for a Concubina Serf’s outfit?”

“I will need her exact measurements,” Petras says, “Und- if it doesn’t quite fit, I will have to have her come here to adjust the fitting of it. I am not going to bandy about this- this type of commission lightly to others.”

“Ja, ja,” Arnault says as he grabs a blank piece of paper and a pencil and writes his beloved Angela’s exact measurements from memory.

“Also a couple of follow up questions, before I go and make this outfit,” Petras says, “Are there kinds of clothes that she doesn’t like the feel of? What about you?”

“Nien, she can wear any kind of cloth and be content with it,” Arnault says with a shake of his head after thinking for a few moments to recall if she did or not. “I will pay you $6,000 for the outfit, half now, and half later.”

“Und you carry that amount of cash with you?” Petras says incredulously.

“Of course not!” Arnault says, “There is an… it’s called und ‘App’ for banking, I can wire you the money if we follow the process for it.”

“Fine,” Petras says with a grunt, he was also running low on money. While he worked semi-frequently at the Loyalist base as a Chaplain, his hours were odd, as he was not allowed to work certain shifts, likely due to those damned Primaris Marines. He got a small commission from the base. 

Another issue he had at that base is he is only earning a pittance of what he should earn as an Honorable Chaplain Captain, because of that damned near snake-like Ultramarine Apothecary Zariel.

Who had trapped him in his office and revealed the fact that the Apothecary had noticed and had video proof of Petras stealing from the medical store rooms, among other easily carriable valuables when ever he passed through the area (and needed some extra stuff to pay for The Excessive Delights). 

Not that the Damned Zariel knew about his deal with Zaarius. He was having half of his pay go to the ‘back taxes’ he owes for the theft of supplies. Also- in exchange for agreeing to certain terms and conditions, Zariel is willing to not Report this to higher command.

If Petras didn’t know better, he’d think that the damned Ultramarine Apothecary was actually a fuckign Hydra hiding as a damned Ultramarine. But- he hadn’t

But if he can do this tailoring commission well, perhaps he can get Arnault to buy more perverted clothing gifts for his Bonded. But that would be a later thing. Also- with that kind of cash he can pay for the Excessive Delights.

He hasn’t stolen from the Loyalist Bases nearby since he had more or less been forced to stay near Gannet Point because his beloved Bonded Whore did not want to travel around Ancient Terra.

Arnault flounces off and he heads back to the room and looks over the cloth that he’s got and how much he’ll need for the Commission and sighs to himself. He gets a chime on his phone- the money has gone through and he’s three thousand dollars richer.

Petras heads to the local shops for cloth and ribbon and what not, and notices Zaarius nearby. The Chaos Whore notices him and frowns at him, and heads over to where he is, “Hello Slaneshi Whore.”

“Petras- charming as ever,” Zaarius says mildly sarcastically, “I have noticed that you’ve remained near Gannet Point a lot longer than normal, any reasons why?”

“... I have an Intense Bond,” Petras grunts, “Just snap bonded, tried to leave, and nearly died, my Crusade dragged me back here and I… have been getting to know my Bonded.”

“Oh- congrats on getting Bonded!” Zaarius says blinking rapidly, but giving him a genuine smile at the news, also looking slightly relieved, for some reason.

Petras grunts a little as the Slanneshi whore flounces off to do, whatever the fuck it is he was doing before. He has grown to care for his Bonded Very Much- but if he had a way where he could have his Bonded and Zaarius service his cock.

Hrm. He thinks of cold showers and other displeasing things as he notices that his little sword was perking up at the thoughts that he’d had. Fucking Slanneshi Whore- how dare that Zaarius make him think of such lurid things in public.

Petras buys what he needs and heads back to his home with Beloved Bonded Whore and starts the commission. Carefully measuring, cutting and sewing Since he didn’t have work on The Base, he’s able to get the commission done surprisingly quickly.

He double checks that it’s fully completed and that it’s ready. He wraps it up in some of the left over tissue paper and a brown paper bag that he’d used to drag the cloth from the store into the home.

Petras sends a vox message to Arnault, [The commission is done. Pick it up before my Beloved comes off work. She finishes work and comes home in two hours.]

[I will be over at your place in half an hour.] Is Arnault’s prompt response.

[Excellent.] Petras retorts.

Almost half an hour later he hears a knock on the front door and he opens it and nods to Arnault and hands over the brown paper bag. “It’s done. Have her test fit it- and let me know if adjustments need to be made.”

“Danke bruder,” Arnault says, and taps on his Astarte’s sized device and Petras gets a ping on it-  the other half of the payment has gone through. “I’ll let you know if any adjustments are needed after I have her take it for a test run.”

“You’re welcome, bruder.” Petras says. “You came earlier than I thought you would.”

“Why does that bother you?” Arnault asks.

“I have a meeting with someone else soon.” Petras says casually as he waves a hand off, “no one that you know, at least I don’t think that you do.”

“Oh?” Arnault asks, suddenly curious, despite not wanting to be near Petras all that much.

“Ja- some of my Crusade are visiting,” Petras says as he locks the door behind him as he heads off- not quite realizing that Arnault is following after him.

“You hypocrite,” Arnault says.

“Was?” Petras says with a scowl, “do you mean by that?”

“You excommunicated me und Roland for accepting our Bonds!” Arnault flares, “And yet- you are not from your Crusade.”

“There are more reasons as to why you were Excommunicated,” Petras reminds the other, “Those books are another part of it.”

“Roland refused to abandon me or his Bond,” Arnault says hotly, “And -”

He cuts himself off as he sees a pair of Black Templars wander over towards them, one a Scout, another one an Apothecary, but they aren’t Black Templar’s he recognizes.

“Kestorn, Alexried,” Petras says warmly, “How have the two of you been doing?”

“We have been doing well,” Kestorn says, “Who’s this, brother?”

“This is Arnault- yes that one.” Petras says, cutting off Alexried from asking a question.

“Oh,” The younger Space Marine says quietly.

“Alexi has been doing better since he has started talking to his Bonded,” Kestorn says, watching Petras, “Even though his bond isn’t Intense, he’s doing a lot better.”

“... That is good to know.” Petras replies, ignoring the whole that Arnault is staring into the side of his head.  “I think you should be careful with the witch-bond Alexried.”

“I have been, sir, “Alexried says with a dutiful bow of his head, “They… don’t seem to be a Chaos Abomination.”

“That is good to know,” Petras says, “Perhaps one day, I could meet them.”

“... Perhaps once they are more settled,” Kestorn interjects.

“Very well,” Petras says with a shrug as he continues to walk with Kestorn and Alexried, Arnault has headed off to go find his beloved Angela and shower her with affection, attention and this wonderfully hand made gift.

Arnault really doesn’t like Petras, he’s a right shitty asshole, but it is nice getting to meet someone else who understands in ways that most do not. 

She feels the cum ooze down her front and all she does is button the blouse back up before getting pulled into his lap as he kisses the back of her head.

As he coos his tender affections to her in high gothic as her tongue feels so imperfect for him to tell her how he feels... he will have to rectify her not being able to understand his devotionals but until then he just holds her close.

You smile up at him, you can tell by the tone of his voice, which is subtly warmer and softer, that he's saying nice things about you, or something. You have been trying to learn Gothic- but languages have never been something you were good at learning.

[seafearing]

this is probably embarrassing but whatever. written in a fervor of music obsession 6 months ago. @gromky pretty sure i've shared most of these with u tbh but here we go here's ur treat

10 songs i've discovered via cillian murphy's radio shows

that i've become absurdly obsessed with (playing them continuously for days):

1. Dry Cleaning - Scratchyard Lanyard

"it'll be okay, i just need to be weird and hide for a bit and eat an old sandwich from my bag. i've come here to make a ceramic shoe and i've come to smash what you made." i feel this entire thing with my entire soul. and then "do everything / feel nothing." in dead november i listened to this song on repeat for like 2 weeks. (i'm fine.)

2. I Was Gonna Fight Fascism - Soccer96, Alabaster DePlume

everything in this song is fucking gold. it came on while i was deep cleaning under the kitchen sink and i had to stop to fucking SCREAM. memorable listening on repeat while getting ready to go to the ukraine peace march. "does it make any difference, does it make any difference, does it make any differenceeeee"

3. Forest Trails - Windy & Carl

this forest ambient song could kill me in my sleep and i would thank it. 5 days of continuous listening to this made me nearly astral project into the ether. i don't know, i try to not have this on repeat too often. i was unable to stop listening to it and needed intervention. (note from the future: laid my first curse to this song)

4. Tom's Diner - Suzanne Vega

i remember when this one came on so well. i was attaching the mosquito net into my window. my cat died in the winter, and despite being utterly bug-phobic, i wouldn't net my window so she could play with the bugs. but now, there was no cat, and there were only bugs which nobody was eating and that i had to kill without looking at them while having a panic attack. so i was aggravatedly sweating and attaching this mosquito net that had a grief-weight attached to it, and this song came on that somehow encapsulated the entirety of that moment for me

5. The Meetings of the Waters - Fionn Regan

this is my most listened to song on spotify, i think my spotify wrapped told me i'd listened to this around 800 times in 3 months, which is a normal amount. this has somehow merged into the song i listen to to calm down at night before i go to bed, often for hours on end. it's mellow but not too slow, there's a good pace to it.

6. Pictures on a Screen - Kae Tempest

Kae Tempest is definitely one of the big finds for me in these radio shows. took me a while to get it but Cillian was very persistent with sharing their music and having them do segments on the shows. their spoken word art massages my brain in the best way possible. this is the one i've had on repeat for days while i've been dissociating. "i know it's happening, but who is it happening to? has this happened to you?" a very good question. i don't know why, but it makes me sad etc

3. Peanuts - Yard Act

absolutely relatable content. here i am also, at this appointment i made seven months ago, fucking sitting here. i don't know, this hit something within me and so i listened to it for 89 hours in consequence. "you've got to bite the bullet and get it fixed." did i get it fixed though? uuh. next song.

8. Hold Me Down - Villagers

i was in the middle of re-arranging and cleaning my bathroom cabinet, and this was the song that Cillian introduced Conor O'Brien with. the first fucking word hit and i thought, fuck me, well here we go again, that kind of soul-level of recognition, like this song just Fucks. Conor then came on to be interviewed, and his first words were something like, "Cillian, why would you choose that obscure song out of all songs, you fucking weirdo" and you know what? fucking Rude. "hold me down til i can't understand who i am, pull me out of this hole. hold me down til your body spills into my soul. the sun is out, and i need it like i need a hole in the head." like guy, you wrote this. "so count me in, take me on, kill all my memory. i can't believe, i can't go on, never be care free" it's your fucking fault. also discovered Villagers this way. i thought it was country music all this time. i was. wrong.

9. Travel Size - Rachael Lavelle

instant obsession within the first five seconds. i thought, a fucking angel is singing, and then it switched, and fuck. i'm still absolutely obsessed with this song. "i really want to go, but i really have to stay" yes fucking know what that feels like.

10. Captain of None - Colleen

this came right after an opening segment for a radio show that had 4 songs back to back with no talking in between, and i listened to that opening for several weeks while taking care of the chronic blepharitis in my eyes. the sequence is so well done, flowing dream-like, just waves into each other, and then followed by this song, i'm rightfully obsessed. i've saved it all on my spotify, like this.

[desceros]

Y'kno. Leo could have taken that little secret to the grave. Woulda sucked to live with it and he'd have deserved some inner turmoil for treating some random chick like dirt. Yet V was naive, trusting and loving enough to let it go if he'd never had brought it up.

But no, he had to clear his guilt. Unburden himself. Dump that shit on her.

And fuck, he's so used to her giving he was probably half-expecting forgiveness for it.

Gotamn, V can't catch a break. One one hand you got a guy you thought you were BFFs with who

a) hated you

b) used you as an emotional crutch for his whole family

and

c) couldn't even shut up about it to spare you the extra heartbreak after literally EVERYTHING ELSE.

And another guy who you thought was as into you as you were into him because he apparently can't communicate about feelings since he's shut himself out from that part of life and you gotta use hyperspecific, robotic wording to not get your heart broken again like you're signing a contract with some fucked up version of the fae.

None of them are putting in the work to mend any of their personal shit and you're the giving type that gets easily taken advantage of, even unintentionally.

Honestly, neither of them are shitting rainbows to be worth all the effort you gotta put in their asses for any semblance of a functional friendship/situationship.

Also

"You weren't part of the family."

U kno what, he can keep it. They're the only people who'll be able to stand him at this rate.

so i addressed the first part of this in another ask re: ableism here but i'll briefly summarize things here.

leo didn't tell viola-chan what was bothering him because he wanted to "clear his guilt" or "unburden himself. dump that shit on her." he told her because she has made it repeatedly clear that she values honesty. i imagine he would have never told her... but keeping a secret felt like a betrayal. so when she asked, he told her. even though he knew it would hurt and change everything.

With a sigh, you fold your arms, then look at him. “What does this have to do with what you wanted to talk about, anyway?” “Everything,” Leo says, looking at you with a heavy stare. “Because… I have a confession to make. One that’s… that’s going to change how we are. One I really don’t want to make, but it’s—it’s eating me alive. And I don’t think I can continue being friends without telling you.”

that said. i'm not defending his actions. this is abominable behavior. but it's not selfish. not this time.

as for donnie. i'm going to take some righteous issue with how you're saying this. i've spoken before about ableism that's cropping up around this fic, but so far it's been pretty. hm. things i can brush off. but this, i feel, really crosses a line for me.

your framing of an autistic person needing someone to "use hyperspecific, robotic wording to not get your heart broken again like you're signing a contract with some fucked up version of the fae" is ringing quite poorly in my ears.

as an autistic person myself who has specifically made requests to my own loved ones that this is the exact kind of language i need to have smooth relationships, i don't appreciate your wording.

in symphony, donnie doesn't use the label 'autistic'. but he is. and he doesn't come up to you and say 'hey can i please have his kind of language used with me.' because he hasn't had to do that before. everyone around him has had his entire life to adapt to his needs. but viola-chan hasn't, hence why they have friction and misunderstandings. a large part of this story is the two of them learning to communicate. and part of that, i am sorry to tell you, is that autistic people often need language that can come across as "robotic" and "hyperspecific". so i'm going to ask you to deal with it, or perhaps look for a different fic. i'm not going to change that interpretation of things, because it comes from my own experiences as an autistic person.

lastly, you say "none of them are putting in the work to mend any of their personal shit" and that just?? isn't true??? this is literally just poor reading comprehension. an inability to look past the limited point of view of the protagonist. the entire first arc of this fic (ch. 1-11) is donnie stretching out of his comfort zone to tackle this serious problem he has. the second arc (12-20) is him pushing past things he's never done before so he can heal and touch his brothers again. leo comes to you and tells you about his issues with his sleep, where they come from, and lets you help him. not to mention mikey and raph, whom i assume you're leaving out of this ask since you haven't mentioned them. draxum even mentions, specifically, that viola-chan's presence is making them change. and the way he says it is very specific.

“Blue has been much more lively since you came around, and Donatello is much less crabby. Michael was also telling me you gave him some good exercises for his wrist. I was impressed. I’ve been meaning to ask you to work with Red as well on his trauma response since you seem to have a knack for it.”

work with. not on. i know i'm subtle, but come on.

anyway. this got quite long, but i'm not going to put it under a cut because i want these things to be open and visible. i've had a couple people say some somewhat similar things about donnie's part in this and i'm. getting kind of tired of it lmao. but thank you for reading, and i do appreciate you taking the time to send in your thoughts!!

[finn-writes-stuff]

Hi Finn I know it’s been forever since I requested anything from u but are you still writing for re8? If so could I request how alcina would comfort her fem gf if she cries? Maybe like emotions just catch up to her and she just cries over some shit and Alcina comes to comfort her?

~Angsty

😛😛😛

Oh dear, Emotions

Your lady is a woman of many strengths. Emotions are perhaps not one of them.

Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

Fandom: Resident Evil 8

Format: Headcanons

Fem Reader

Masterlist

I know it's been ages since any RE content, but I'm gonna try and look into the RE4 remake to see if I get some new inspiration! -Finn

Alcina wants to comfort you, there is nothing she wants more than to ensure your happiness.

She just is not fantastic at dealing with people's emotions. Yes, she has three daughters, no, she does not know the correct way to comfort them either.

You can see the hesitation in everything she does when she comforts you. Her main strategy is holding you and letting you explain why you're upset.

If the source of the problem is killable, her second step is offering to kill it. She does know how to do that.

If it's solely emotional? She continues to be lost but doing her best.

If any of the girls catch wind of this, they will try to help. Bela brings food, Cassandra offers (very violent and likely unhelpful) solutions, and Daniela will hug you if you let her.

"You'll be alright, darling. We have you."