#i read but i cant seem to read like everybody else

[autoqil0t]

If anybody has tips on reading a book and actually absorbing the content and understanding it like you would any other other media isntead of forgetting everything everytime you close the cover and missing all the details and rereading the ame sentence over and over, that would be great thank you.

[sk3l3t0n444]

i wish i wasnt so scared of everything

[ughdontbeboring]

Let Me In

Smoke X Black/WoC Reader X Stack (👀😮‍💨🥵)

A night at the speakeasy that changes y’all lives forever

warnings: uh angst? and twin Mike’s lol (I wish there was smut but maybe once I see the movie idk)

( SONG FROM SOUNDTRACK BY MY FAV MUST LISTEN 😭

so I just had to come back here and update with a song by Tanrélle for the soundtrack!! I just heard it and it soooo the soundtrack for this scene I wrote OMG I CANT DEAL )

side note: not sure if I even wrote that out correctly but the twins share reader there is no incest in the pairing. I thought about this late at night after seeing the trailer that just dropped and yea lol I haven’t been in Mike’s fanfic section in a while and all my Killmonger fics I never post so funny enough without the movie even being out this is my first fic for Mike ever posted.

I may follow up and do more after the movie drops and I see more of their personalities only time will tell. I’m def playing around with something a little prequel just to show their dynamic a bit but again time will tell 🥵

it’s so early on idk what to even tag this 😭 is anyone even reading this now or are we waiting on the movie to drop??

❤️💙

Smoke stood there yelling trying to calm down the group of hysterical night goers who now found themselves in an impossible situation. A situation that shouldn’t be a reality but let the old tales tell it, it was just as true. 

And now your small group of survivors is finding that out. 

The lively party under the moon light quickly taking a turn after unwanted guests arrived odd and full of smiles. 

It started with that Mary woman who had flirted her way in. She was out of place here and maybe that’s why Stack seemed so intrigued. He never could turn down a mystery, your wild boy.

Now there was no way out that any of you could see just yet but you knew Smoke would think of something, he always did.

Pearl wailed in front of everybody, her body shaking uncontrollably as the other women rushed surrounding her, trying to give some comfort.

You seen Delta take that moment to approach Smoke who was deep in thought, closer to the front door than anyone else. That far away look on his face when he was racking his brain for a solution. 

The realization that Stack had become a night creature, a vampire from the folklore of time immortal, from tales stretching across the world in different cultures, different languages was unfathomable. He had become whatever they were and it was settling into the group with dread. 

But none more devastated than Smoke and you. 

Now while Smoke was thinking of this with the rationality of surviving you just couldn’t accept this. 

“Smoke what we gon’ do without Stack?” Delta tried to whisper. He was unsuccessful because you could still hear him even with the group of women between y’all. 

You feel the room spinning again and you just need a moment. Hearing him speaking of Stack in that way had the air rushing from your lungs. No not Stack. You thought. Not like this. 

You know Smoke said for everyone to stay together and away from the walls, the doors, the windows any part of the foundation but you just need a moment because you feel like you can’t fucking breathe. 

Everyone is occupied when you slip away silent in your kitten heels you had choose for the night, your careful to not make noise with your form fitting dress that’s decorated with beadwork at the hem. All night the dress had swayed and shinned in the low lit speakeasy. You had danced all night your dress adding its own sound to the lively music with the heavy beadwork while switching between the strong arms of your boys during every song when the other wasn’t busy. 

Stack danced with you and Smoke would just hold you and kinda sway as you danced on him. Ever the serious one. 

You find yourself in the smaller back room that’s used for storage with a back entrance. Even though you needed a moment the small space was quickly becoming suffocating causing your grief and disbelief to swell within you. It choked you. Now you felt like you were standing out in the fields on a hottest summer Mississippi day. You felt like you were dying.

You quickly realized you were hyperventilating. You needed air. 

Over your deep breathing you hear softly yet unmistakably beyond the door “It’s ok baby”. Your blood goes cold and your body freezes. 

“Stack?” You question softly as your eyes start to water while staring straight ahead of you. 

“Yea, it’s me baby” He says in his familiar thick accent. 

“Ho-how?” You stutter in disbelief. How’d he know you were back here? Out of everyone it could have been how’d he know it was you? Was he alone? So many questions ran through your head without ever making it to your lips.

“Baby I knew it was you. Don’t cry babygirl just open the door fo’ me” He coo’s softly. 

“I-I can’t” you replied sounding even unconvinced to your own ears. It feels wrong to deny him. 

“Why? Baby I don’t wanna be out here no more all alone. let me in so I can get away from these crazy crackers” He mutters a little bit impatiently. That bit wasn’t your Stack. Stack out of the both of them always was patient with you, it was almost sickening how he caved for you. 

His patience’s with you gave people the false hood of a saint when his reality was he could flip in a moment. Just like Smokes quietness and how gentle he was with you gave people a false impression of calm man. They were both ticking time bombs on any given day, at any moment. 

“And it’s really you Stack?” You ask again begging your mind to believe what your heart does. That he’s still in there somewhere. 

It’s quiet for a moment before he's able to muster an almost forced reply. “Of course-“

“The hell you doing?” You hear barked behind you in that deep Mississippi drawl. 

It’s not even seconds later when you feel his presence behind you and his large hand gripping your arm yanking you slightly back.

“It’s Stack! We have to help him! Let him in! Please Smoke!” You beg facing the other half of your heart, staring up into Smokes eyes. You seen the anger and the hurt swirling in the deep brown.  

“It ain’t him!” He yells down at you as he towers above you. His handsome face menacing as always. 

You’re not sure if everyone had come back with Smoke or if they’re just getting there but you feel everyone’s eyes on you. You know they must think you crazy. You seen what everyone else outside the speakeasy did to eachother yet here you are begging for Smoke to find a way to save Stack, bring him back to you.

“Oh come on now no fighting with our babygirl, just open up fo’ me twin” Stack taunts from the other side of the door. 

The sound of his voice has you staring at the door with your conviction growing before Smoke is pulling your attention back to him. 

“Aye. Hey baby look at me that’s not Stack. Not no more” He tries again with concern flickering in his eyes. He’s not sure what will happen if he can’t get you to accept it. His stomach turns with the thoughts of all the possibilities. He can’t loose you too. Not now not never. 

“Please! Please I can’t-I can’t leave him out there!! He’s not safe” You begged staring up at him. Your eyes pleading with him to understand. 

But that flicker of concern is quickly extinguished by the anger that replaces it in his brown eyes. He’s shaking you as he turns you to face him. He needs you to understand.

He yells your name full of anger. “You’re not safe if you let him in! He’ll kill you and everyone else in this fucking place!” He roars at you. 

It’s starting to dawn on Smoke he may have to take more precautions if you don’t show him you’ve accepted what has happened to Stack.

You’re not sure why he allows it or if you’ve just caught him off guard but you yank your arm away and move near the door. 

You can feel the tension in the room at your sudden proximity to the door. There’s a small opening in the door just about your eye level in your short heels. It’s about the length of your middle finger and horizontal. 

“Stack pl-please baby please tell me it’s really you. You’re still my Stack, right?” You beg softly as you stare at Stack’s throat that you can see through the opening. Your fingers inching up to right below the hole.  He’s some how closer and your pointer finger ventures outside just barely to run along his full bottom lip. You shudder at the feel of his skin and how it’s something between hot and cool but not warm. It was odd and unsettling.

There’s a long pause and you can feel Smoke slowly move closer to you. 

The silence is deafening to you as your heart starts to pick back up. 

You see him shift a bit and when you crane you neck your able to see his eyes. You couldn’t see Stacks eyes before, not this close anyway since he changed.

They’re grey almost sliver and mostly lifeless, the brown warmth from them missing. But the guilt that flickers across them fans the embers of your hope. 

What is said next is so soft you almost don’t hear it if it wasn’t for the view you also had of his lips with the way he’s tilted his eyes to look down at you. 

But the rasp of his voice is unmistakable when he whispers “I love you” 

Your heart can’t take it and even if his eyes are different your Stack is still in there somewhere. Your hand rushes the door handle. 

It’s not Smokes booming voice behind you yelling “NO!” that startles you, it’s the earth shaking bang on the door in-front of you when you can do longer see Stack’s eyes that freezes your movements. Your hand inches from the handle.

The bang comes again as Stack yells “Let me in!”. Your body feels like you were just dumped into the Mississippi during winter. The cold realization settles over you. No he’s not your Stack, not fully at least.

Had he not banged on the door startling you, you would have surly opened it and thrown yourself into his arms. This was his way of showing you, your Stack that was still in there was trying to get through to you over the force that was consuming his body. He was trying to scare you.

The next bang is just as loud and aggressive and it causes you to stumble, falling back, your hands breaking the fall and scraping against the wooden floor as your bottom takes most of the impact. 

Your heart is racing faster than you thought possible as you stare up wide eyed at the door Stack continues to bang against 

“LET ME IN!” 

You feel Smokes rough hands wrap around your waist pulling you up. His arms wrap around you as you snob in your hands. His full soft lips at your neck shhing and comforting you.

“It’s ok baby, gonna be ok, you safe with me” Smoke whispers softly against you. 

They always had their different ways of dealing with you and it just worked having both of them. It wasn’t unusual for Smoke to be so soft with you but it didn’t happen as often as it did with Stack. Smoke was definitely your grumpy one, hardly if ever smiling if it wasn’t for you. 

They both came in your life at the same time sweeping you off your feet without even trying, They both pulled you in in their own way true to their own personalities. When you realize that you couldn’t choose you decided you would walk away, and they refused to let you go. They decided it was only right to share you with boundaries in place over loosing you. It was by far nothing any of you had experienced before or would have been willing with anyone else. But here the three of you were years later. You never looked back. 

“You and your man could be together and even better if you come out or let us in little lady” It’s another voice the room full of people hear, his voice, the white man who brought this hell to their little speakeasy paradise.

“Such a pretty pretty thing, we’d make you a queen” he continues with a groan almost like he was thinking of how your blood would taste or maybe even more sexual thoughts. Either way it caused you to shudder in Smokes arms pressing more into him. 

You know you aren’t mistaken when you hear a familiar growl. It’s not him it’s Stack. The sound causes your stomach to turn a bit knowing that’s the part of him that’s still Stack. He was always so jealous it was a wonder he was able to handle the relationship of 3. Even turning didn’t seem to change that in him. It was a sound you heard many many times before. A man any man would be beat within an inch of his life for disrespecting Stack or Smoke by gazing upon you for a moment too long. 

You’re not sure if you should be happy or devastated by the realization. Apart of you wants to be with him, be whatever he is now. Stay by his side like he had always been by hers. 

But then you feel the warm squeeze of Smoke’s arms behind you and his hands turning you into his chest as the tears you didn’t notice start again keep falling. 

Smoke’s large hands grab your face softly and his thumbs wipes the tears away. You couldn’t give up, not when you still had your Smoke. You had to fight for him even if that meant letting go of Stack or whatever Stack had become. 

His face is close to yours making you hold eye contact. 

“Shh baby m’ here, you safe. Just stay here with me” He says watching you, you nod finally giving him some relief you’re starting to accept this night and the twisted turn of fate. “If that was still Stack he’d want you safe baby. We both know that. He’d want you safe and with me.”

You shake your head in understanding but it doesn’t stop the tears. He leans in to softly kiss them away. 

“We gon’ be good. Ight baby? I got you.” He promises holding your eyes in place with the conviction in his. 

And you believe him. Not matter how impossible the situation seemed you believed him to always come through for you. 

“Did y’all hear that? Where’s that coming from” Delta panics leaving the room to search for the source. 

You steal a glance back and notice that Stack is still staring through the opening as Smoke pulls you away. 

“I love you” you whisper back with a finale look before turing into Smoke’s embrace as he leads you safely away from the temptation of his twin. 

Smoke knows that Stack is still in there somewhere but his bloodlust seems to be his main controller and  he can’t let you hold out on hope and get yourself killed or worse turned trying to prove your love. Trying to prove Stack is still in there. 

So he keeps you close as possible as they enter the main room following the rest of the group. 

“I love you Smoke” you say softly as you stop and look up at him. 

Smoke knows you do just as much as you love Stack, you’ve never shown favorites. He loves you more than he’ll ever be able to say, you both know that. After tonight though he might have to work on being able to tell you just how much he does. 

Smoke doesn’t care what happens tonight as long as he gets you safely away from this. Not only for himself but for Stack too. 

❤️💙

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 16

i don’t think i’ve ever been this fucking tired.

sometimes people act like one thing, even though they’re something else.

that little bit of hope, that’s the part i couldn’t bear.

i would give anything to feel like a good person again.

best way to make us suffer is to give us hope.

piecing this together is like trying to grab hold of water.

so far, i’m underwhelmed. 

i don’t want a relationship. i just want to be with you all the time.

i just wanna know why everyone always abandons me.

i can’t be around you anymore. it’s confusing, and it makes me feel insane.

you didn’t take me out of love, you took me out of spite. 

don’t let love make you out to be a fool. leave before you’re left.

you are a lonely, selfish, narcissistic asshole. 

every time i look at you, i feel so completely dismantled. 

i have people who mean more to me than you would ever understand. 

always surprised to see you so tenderhearted. 

that’s more like salvation than a simple favor.

when i think about the specifics too much, i just get sad.

i let my ego get in the way of a lot of good shit in my life.

it’s easier to lose interest than to work through things. 

it’s my life. it’s already over in the first place. 

i only wanted to leave because i’ve never felt seen here.

do you wanna be right, or do you wanna have your family?

you’re exactly like me. that’s the problem.

i just wanna feel normal. please help me feel normal.

it felt like we were changing the world.

i am so sorry i freaked out. it will not happen again.

i thought that work would distract me.

you challenged me, and in return, i made you feel small. i’m sorry.

you said that we were bad for each other.

why is my fucking point of view the one everyone’s assuming is wrong?

sometimes it feels like i’m watching other people experience things.

you know, sometimes i think you just lie for the fun of it.

i fucking love that. i love when you stoop to my level.

sometimes i just wanna feel so normal that i’m almost boring.

that’s the thing about liars. they look just like everybody else.

i don’t hate you. what good is that gonna do?

i feel angry, sad, betrayed. i don’t hate you, i feel bad for you.

i feel bad for you because you aren’t the good person you thought you were. that’s gotta hurt, knowing that.

i'm either all in or all out. i need to find a way forward.

when you are ready, this will make you stronger. better.

you either adapt, or you lose your mind.

don’t tell me you’re pretty, privileged, and humorless.

you know, at some point, we’re gonna have to start trusting each other. 

i used to be a happier person.

thank you for not being full of shit.

she was a nuisance as a child and a horror show as a teen. 

i’m so sick of hearing everybody’s opinions about me.

i don’t think you’re pathetic. i just want you to be careful.

i’m done looking like a fucking idiot, so i’m asking you to treat me with some respect from now on.

i just got you back. i’m not losing you again.

everyone was so scared, there was no time to be angry.

i believed in you. don’t you get that?

would you rather i just pick you apart and make you feel like shit?

what you want is for me to read your mind so i can say whatever you want to hear at any given time.

i was already on my fucking own.

whatever this is, it’s you and i.

i couldn’t kill you. i’d probably just cry.

if we’re gonna do this, we’re doing it together.

this seems like a really good plan to piss off my parents, so i’m in.

do things around here feel different to you?

scared people do scary things. even the good ones.

i know we don’t right now. but could we make sense again?

we keep playing with fire, and we need to stop before we burn our lives down.

i am the one who keeps people alive.

which fucking nightmare am i supposed to be afraid of?

i cant help if i’m in the dark.

every time something good happens, something bad comes to ruin it.

whatever this is, we are stronger than this.

will i ever feel normal again?

i think this is your normal now. and everyday, you’ll get a little more comfortable with it.

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

December 12 - Bad Omen | Jegulus | word count: 493 | @taylorswiftmicrofic

“You are going to suffer a great tragedy. You will find a great love, one that imprints itself upon your very soul. But it will not last. Eventually all stars reach their limit, some faster than others. The sun will keep burning longer than the rest, and mourn the absence of stars nobody else notices. Everybody needs the sun, James. Far more imperative to the narrative than a single star, don’t you think?” Rosier cants her head; her piercing blue eyes seem to see straight into his soul. It’s unnerving, but James can’t seem to look away.

The whole school knows there is something… different about Pandora Rosier. Both her and her twin brother. They both have this off-putting aura around them, but James has done his best to ignore it for the sake of Regulus. They are his friends, and no matter how much Pandora talks about things that have not happened as though they have, and Evan talks about the intimate ways the human body works, they are still close. James doesn’t understand it, but he doesn’t have to. Most people don’t understand the way Padfoot and he are close. But it doesn’t matter. As long as those involved understand, that’s all that matters.

At some point while James was stuck in his head, Rosier has completely changed. While her eyes are still off-putting, they have an oddly comforting edge to them rather than haunting. Her body is no longer tense, but rather moving freely like constantly moving water. It’s like she was under some kind of trance—James heard about that from Regulus, almost like a possession, she would ‘leave her body’ and have a ‘vision’.

Sometimes, those visions come true, other times, they are complete nonsense. Like the time she saw Sirius in the ministry dying. Or the time Peter and Snape were hanging out and laughing. Or the time James’ supposed child grew up in a loveless house.

So, while he has every reason to discredit this declaration, there is something… different about this one. Impossibly vague, and yet incredibly specific. He is going to suffer a tragedy—there is a war going on. He will find a great love that imprints itself upon his soul—James already knows he will never love another as he loves Regulus. Then the bit about the stars and the sun… the meaning is on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t quite hear it yet.

“Um… sorry, have I read your leaves yet? Sometimes things don’t turn out in the right order for me.” Rosier asks, voice similar to the way the wind whistles through the branches of the whomping willow. Haunting, yet lulling.

“…Uh… yeah.”

“Cool!” She beams.

While everybody else moves forward, James is stuck, the same two sentences looping in his head.

“All stars reach their limit… absence that nobody notices”

And.

“I chose a name in the stars, because their memories stay with us forever.”

[lorillee]

3jima + kiryu mahjong hcs

i saw a piece of fanart of them playing mahjong once and its haunted my waking thoughts ever since because i cannot find it again for the life of me. So heres 1.5k about 3jima + kiryu mahjong nights

see i was originally going to think about strategy and whatnot and then i was like wait nevermind half of the people at this table cant read other people for the life of them

majima however is more situational in the sense that when he puts some effort into he goes pretty far but in the context of mahjong really i dont think he thinks its worth the effort when he can just brute force win instead. but kiryu and saejima just straight up are terrible

i think majima would be the sort of mahjong player to go for wins regardless of the value - like in theory he’d like to go for larger hands but in practice if he got into tenpai with a terrible wait he’d riichi immediately regardless of whether or not if he waited a few rounds and got a lucky draw he’d have more options for a winning tile/additional yaku/whatever. he also def calls tiles all the time

also i think he would be one of those people that cannot resist calling a kan if he had the chance even if somebody else at the table already called riichi. Just because of the allure.

and of course it goes without saying he barely spares a glance at anybody else’s discard pond

so in short majima usually leads the table for a while but generally takes pretty low value hands, so its not uncommon for someone else (usually daigo) to swoop in with a haneman or something and shoot straight to the top.

daigo i think would be an incredibly defensive player. given everybody else at his table has approximately 0 interest and/or skill in strategy that involves anybody else he’s gotten pretty good at accurately reading their hands

focuses a lot on not dealing in and usually tries to go for mid-range hands 

doesnt call riichi very often cuz he dislikes the lack of control over what hes discarding, and its pretty rare for him to call tiles as well. he likes keeping his options open

additionally i think he pretends to not care all that much about winning but in actuality i think he kind of really does. hes kind of perpetually felt in the shadow of everyone else at this table in everything hes ever done so even if its something as stupid and insignificant as mahjong it feels really really good to rank first <- not that he would ever admit this to either himself or anyone else

additionally (and this is the reasoning he uses to justify to himself why he wants to be first so bad) since majima is like profoundly annoying when he gets competitive and approximately 50x more than that when he wins daigo kind of really wants to kick him down a peg or like maybe 10. someone needs to humble that man

so while its not like he’d ignore a win off of kiryu or saejima hes always lowkey trying to aim for direct hits off majima

honestly kiryu is kind of Well not the greatest strategist i think actually he would kind of suck at mahjong

i feel like he would have terrible luck too like he gets a completely garbage starting hand with a bunch of isolated honor tiles and so he starts chucking them only to keep getting more in his hand later and if he had only kept the first ones for just a few more rounds he would have had a monster hand

or like when you keep discarding useless random tiles and then getting the same ones like 2 draws later and youre like i literally shouldve gone for 7 pairs im going to shoot myself i hate my life

^this would be kiryu. hes always at war with the tiles like truly they seem hand picked to piss him off no matter what he does

additionally i think he’d be the sort of person to get caught up in the yakuman allure and just try to go for it because hes already like 13000 points down and its 2nd south round literally why not. the temptation of all green or 13 orphans i think have been his downfall in several a game…

so i think hed be the sort of person to go for big hands even if it has a single wait with 1 tile left somewhere in the wall when hes lost a fair amount of points, but naturally this very rarely ever works out

^additionally i think majima gets a lot of hits off of him like when majima is dealer its just cheap ron after cheap ron and it never seems to end. kind of kiryus personal mahjong hell

saejima… i think honestly he would be interested in trying to learn basic mahjong strategy like i think if kiryu tried he would attempt it for like half a game and then get frustrated cuz theres too much to keep track of and everythings moving too fast and he like just does not care. but saejima i could see asking daigo to teach him like suji

^with this in mind actually i think saejima takes a while to decide what tile he wants to discard and it drives majima CRAAAAAZYYY like he’ll be sitting there for like a solid minute trying to decide what tile to discard and majima is banging his head on the table cuz hes in tenpai and he just wants to draw his tile.

^you would not believe the amount of times they have gotten into physical altercations over this. at some point a 20s play clock is implemented

also really important to note that even though he takes forever to decide what tile he wants to discard he still kind of sucks at mahjong. he just takes longer to be bad at it

theres like a part of daigo that profoundly regrets teaching him about discard analysis because it makes his turns take forever but the larger part of him is like insanely happy to be asked by saejima to teach him something daigo is kind of good at so in the end it balances out

^majima gives daigo a ton of shit for it though because he gets so mad every time. to be honest with you 50% of it is that saejima is genuinely trying to be smart about his discards and the other 50% is that its really funny to make majima really mad over something stupid, particularly given how obnoxious is when he wins

^which is of course the other reason daigo puts up with this. because like a 20s play clock for mahjong is lowkey crazy but its enough time to make majima mad without making everyone else too annoyed to continue playing so majima loses and everyone else wins until they get sick of him being annoying about it at which point realistically they stop playing and start beating the snot out of each other

^kiryu i think is less of a fan though i think hes definitely much more above being petty towards majima than saejima and daigo are and would rather the game just keep moving… but this is entirely because he doesnt have to live with the man

anyways back to saejimas play style i feel like he’d have a really adaptable one - what kind of hand he goes for is mostly dependent on his starting one, so he doesnt really prioritize high scoring/low scoring/open/closed consistently over each other

if his hand looks like it could become high scoring he’ll go for it at the cost of a cheaper hand, but like if out the gate hes already got two dragons and someone drops the third he’ll call it even though it opens his hand. 

so basically how well he’s doing is pretty much entirely luck dependent. however given he is now trying to learn how to incorporate strategy into his play style and the fact that its kind of a learning curve cuz you have to keep track of a fair amount (not only looking at the discards on the table but also keeping track of whether the tile was discarded upon drawing or discarded later in the game and which tiles were what and indicators of certain hands in peoples discard piles and checking for suji and so on and so forth) its been a bit of a struggle 

so he either takes apart his hand trying not to deal into majima who is permanently in tenpai apparently or misreads what somebodys going for and deals in and so on and so forth. But hes determined to figure it out. <- guy who would probably be better off going back to pure luck

winning stats goes majima >= daigo >> saejima >>> kiryu

^i like to think there was like one game where kiryu got like 3 yakuman and he has been riding that high ever since. Mostly because nothing of the sort has ever happened again ever

[for-a-longlongtime]

FIC REC: Pretend Alleyways - Marcus Moreno x Dieter Bravo 🔞🔥 🏳‍🌈

This was originally supposed to be a Summer Series Spotlight... aaand then a whole lot of life got in between after I posted the first rec. So, let me try this again, with restyled graphics, while it's still winter.

The WINTER SERIES SPOTLIGHT is a selection of absolutely excellent fics out there that may not yet have gotten the attention they deserved, but are perfect longer reads to enjoy on a stormy evening or a cold weekend. Each post will feature a fic series with an excerpt from one of my favorite scenes, so you can immediately get a taste of what a delicious read it is. Note: all the fics are for 18 years and older, MDNI, and the bulk of them are Explicit (or at least M rated). I've picked a selection of different Pedro Characters so I'll be mixing it up!

Pretend Alleyways is not just one of my favorite fics by @radiowallet, but one of my absolute favorite fics ever, for so many reasons. When I first saw the pairing I was like "Hmmm... this should be interesting" and oh boy, it is. A+++ and by far one of the most impactful yet stunningly simple first encounters that I've read in a fic. It's only a short series but the characters are so beautifully presented, showing so much of their personalities in little things, and the connection between them is absolutely beautiful. Dieter and Marcus are such stark contrasts in many ways, but because of both of their less-than-ordinary lifestyles and careers there's a lot of common ground and understanding there.

If you have never read slash fic (m/m pairings, or mlm) before, or perhaps you've never read a story with two Pedro Boys as a pair because it seems like a bit of an odd concept to you (it's not, by the way, because the guys are so different from each other) -- this is definitely the story you'll want to read. I've recommended it to a lot of people who were new to queer fic and so far it has never failed; everybody always absolutely loves it. Make this your weekend or weeknight read!

Excerpt:

“Been too long since someone made you feel this good,” he hums, twisting his wrist lightly each time he strokes up the length of Marcus’s cock, the velvet heat of his skin catching on the other man’s palm. The friction is almost too much, a staggering sort of gasp breaking past his lips as Dieter’s voice continues to coach him through each and every stroke of his hand.  “You look so good like this, baby. So good. You can fuck my hand if you want. Go on, use your hips.”  The prompt is all Marcus needs, his hips canting up to meet Dieter’s touch. His fingers dig in hard, one hand finding purchase on Dieter’s forearm, the other wrapped around the curve of his shoulder. He anchors himself to the other man, fucking up into his fist faster and faster and faster still.  “Feel good? Hmm?” Dieter asks, the hook of his nose pressed into Marcus’s temple, lips teasing the swell of his cheek. “Fucking someone else’s hand instead of your own?”  Marcus stutters out a ‘yes’ the word lost between his cries of pleasure. Dieter continues to indulge in the noises, each one helping to shift the weight of his touch, the grip around Marcus’s cock soft then hard, the pressure building faster than he can take in breaths. He tilts his head, eyes searching frantically, a desperate plea tumbling from his lips and hanging thick in the air between them. “Kiss me.” And Dieter does, lips molding to Marcus’s, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam until finally, he parts beneath, another moan for him to swallow. All the while, his pace is consistent, up and down, faster then slower then faster again. It’s indulgent, the way Dieter touches him, relishing in each pulse, every sound, and Marcus loses track of how long it’s really been. The pleasure is blinding, keeping him tethered to the edge of the cliff, release blissfully out of reach. “Bet you look so pretty, all cock dumb, hmm? I’d love to see that,” Dieter teases and Marcus agrees, can only agree, something ragged taking over his sensibilities.  He continues to move with the other man, rising up into the open air, hips awkwardly meeting each and every caress of his hand. Dieter moves with the same freedom he had in the hotel lobby, his own hips grinding up and down, the length of his cock hard and pulsating where it presses into Marcus’s side. Their kisses only grow more wild, just a sloppy press of lips, off-centered and well-intentioned, as they both work closer and closer to the crest of arousal. 

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Like A River - Frankie Morales x reader x Marcus Moreno

Meant To Be - Oberyn Martell x OFC, Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand

Home - Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos

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[blackdollette]

"if i cant have you baby, no one else in this world can." | charlie walker

jealous girl - lana del rey

summary: you get a new boyfriend, and charlie decides to take matters into his own hands.

reader x possesive!charlie

contents: murder, stalking

it was official. you and your new boyfriend had tied the knot after his grand gesture at the front of the school, confessing his love for you. everyone was in awe. you were congratulated for your new relationship as you walked through the halls, a giant smile on your face.

you hadnt noticed charlie looking at the two of you, green with envy. especially since he was planning on making a move on you today. you just had to say yes to the stereotypical jock, and it filled him with rage. he was going to make you his. no matter what it took.

ever since freshman year, he made it his mission to learn everything about you. from simple things like your favourite movie, to more personal things, like your fears and desires. he knew he was the only one who could read your little signs and gestures like a book.

at your lunch break, you and your boyfriend snuck out of the school building to sit on the little bench near the school. his arms were wrapped around you as he went straight for your neck, biting it.

you werent enjoying it, but your boyfriend wasnt exactly the kind of guy you could say "no" to. charlie had been keeping a close eye on you all day, watching your every move. he had come up with a plan to kill your boyfriend so that he could support you and show you that he's the true love of your life.

charlie waited until the school day ended. in the evening, your boyfriend had taken you to his favourite restaurant without consulting you. you ate something, causing an allergic reaction. you quickly stood up from the table, saying goodbye to him before dashing out of the diner and walking home. at this point, you just wanted someone who cared about you.

charlie had seen the whole thing go down, his hatred for your boyfriend only growing stronger. he watched as he ordered you a meal that had red meat in it, which triggered your allergy. he was certain that this was not the man for you.

he waited until 11pm, until your boyfriend finally stood up and walked out of the diner. as he walked to his car, he noticed some liquid underneath his tire. brake fluid.

he cursed under his breath, kicking the car door. charlie got into position. dressed in his ghostface attire, he grabbed your boyfriend's neck from behind, holding him in a tight chokehold. as he struggled to get out of his firm grip, charlie grabbed his knife and slashed his throat, killing him instantly before leaving the scene.

that was all everybody was talking about the next day at school. you got many condolences as you walked through the halls, though you weren't grieving his death the way everyone thought you would.

you got to your locker as everyone else made their way to class. you felt a light tap on your shoulder. you turned to see charlie walker. a cute-ish movie geek who had been in your class for the past 4 years. youd always thought he was a little creepy, but he seemed completely harmless at this moment.

he smiled shyly as he spoke. "i-im really sorry about your boyfriend. cuts to the throat are really fatal." he held out a blood red rose to you.

you smiled at his gesture, accepting the rose. "thanks, i appreciate it."

charlie beamed. "anytime. can i walk to class with you?" you nod with a smile.

as you and charlie start walking together hand in hand, you cant help but wonder how he knew how your boyfriend was killed.

author's note: here is the charlie fic that yall voted for. next one i will be working on is euronymous from lords of chaos. hope you enjoyed!

[eruditetyro]

sweetmetals.//art, artist, process//created, creator, creation.

RAINER MARIA RILKE/MAGGIE STIEFVATER/BREAD & PUPPET/STIEFVATER/JOHN SINGER SARGENT/STIEFVATER/B&P/STIEFVATER/B&P/STIEFVATER/EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY/STIEFVATER/RILKE. further description under the cut.

text reads:

"we cannot know his legendary head/with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso/is still suffused with brilliance from inside,/like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,/gleams in all its power. Otherwise/the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could-" - Archaic Torso of Apollo, Rainer Maria Rilke trans. Stephen Mitchell

"-them. If one didn't know any better, one might mistake this for an eccentric art sale for discerning buyers.

But the pieces themselves soon corrected that impression. Jordan could feel their collective power radiating toward her. Her body felt awake, alert, ready for action. It was like caffeine. Speed.

No, it was like being real." - Mister Impossible, Maggie Stiefvater

[letterpress print] "art soothes pain! Art wakes up sleepers! Art fights against war & stupidity!" - Cheap Art Manifesto, Bread & Puppet Press

"-White only drove this home. They weren't great because they were technically perfect. There was something else. Something more. Whether that something could be named--sweetmetal?--she wasn't sure. What she was sure of was that pieces like that all had a way of seeing the world that no one else had noticed before." - Mister Impossible, Maggie Stiefvater

[picture of El Jaleo by John Singer Sargent]

"-would last his entire life. Was this what it had in common with Madame X? Was it it that the painting changed his life, or was it that he knew that it was going to change his life? What was soul? Declan didn't know, but he liked trying to find out." - Mister Impossible, Maggie Stiefvater

"Art sings halleluja! Art is for kitchens! Art is like good bread! Art is like green trees! Art is like white clouds in blue sky!" Cheap Art Manifesto, Bread & Puppet Press

"As her eyes burned, Hennessy swiped a thin, bleeding splash of red on one of the index cards, and then, with the marker, suggested the lines needed to show that it was an anatomical heart, bleeding paint. Beneath it, she just had time to jot angrily: OF FUCKING COURSE.

Her heart was broken, that was why she was really upset, her heart was broken, broken, broken because Hennessy wanted so badly to be as good at living as Jordan was and she never even got close. She flicked the index card across the table at Farooq-Lane.

The mouse woke up." Greywaren, Maggie Stievater

"ART IS FOOD. You cant EAT it BUT it FEEDS you. ART has to be CHEAP & available to EVERYBODY. It needs to be EVERYWHERE because it is the INSIDE of the WORLD." Cheap Art Manifesto, Bread & Puppet Press

"Jordan was beginning to understand how it might be possible for ley energy to be tangled into the art-marking process, too." Mister Impossible, Maggie Stiefvater

"And she could see in her mind's vision plain/The magic World, where cities stood on end.../Remote from where she lay--and yet-- between" - Collected Sonnets, Edna St. Vincent Millay

"-when they make the art. I thought when I first saw one that it was because the art was special to the world in some way. A real original, you know? But it was explained to me later and this makes more sense. They are special to the artist in some way. They are an original for the artist, something new for them, something personal for them. The subject matter, sometimes, how they felt when they were painting it, others. That is what seems to make some of them into sweetmetals. I do not thing it is the artist who does it. It is, like, the spirit of the time. There is a French term-" Mister Impossible, Maggie Stiefvater

"Otherwise this stone would seem defaced/beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders/and would not glisten like a wild beast's fur:/would not, from all the borders of itself,/burst like a star: for here there is no place/that does not see you. You must change your life." Archaic Torso of Apollo, Rainer Maria Rilke trans. Stephen Mitchell

[v-i-r-i-d-i-a-n]

OHHH ITS GOOD TO BE BACK ON MY BULLSHIT

Jrwi riptide, episode 94 “back to zero” quotes and funny moments!

WTF IS THIS INTRO EARL LMAO

I love clicking on jrwi videos and never knowing what I’ll open up too. One of my favorite intros BY FAR

Sleep deprived Gillion is my favorite Gillion

I love Gillion SO MUCH I cannot express it popularly. Him just going around yelling at everyone to help with a book

Chip *reading Gillion’s story to Jay*;And the massive sausages all attacked Gillion and he killed them and it was awesome, he beat everybody, and then they had pancakes”

Gillion;”That’s Book 2 you fucking idiot”

Chip;”that arm cost…three hundred thousand gold…?”

Griffin;”Around there”

Bizly;”We “yes and’ed” our way too fucking deep WE CANT GET OUT”

Gillion;”hey grand peepaw!!”

Finn;”EEEEEEGHHH”

Charlie;”😧”

Gillion;”If you don’t want that I’ll burn it 😄”

“IF YOU GIVE A FISH A FAMILY”??? DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE CHARLIE SLIMECICLE???

Oh the book is a trauma dumping story /j

THIS WNTIRE BOOK SEGMENT IS MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARX HELP ME

“There’s a very violent drawing of Gillion stabbing Jay’s dad in the chest”

I need this book to be real so badly

I’ve decided Goobleck haunts Gillion and is just constantly talking to him with how much they’re cutting between voices the last few episodes

Goobleck;”I LIKE IT!! GOOD!”

Gillion;”whatthefuck 😟”

Chip;”He said “you’re a dumb baby loser, and you’ve let this family down” IM LITERALLY CAKCLING HELP ME

I love this stupid book in this stupid campaign :((

I NEED THIS BOOK

Chip;”Peepaws first words!! :00 half of them were bad words…”

Grizzly;”That was fun!”

Charlie;”That was fun??? You mother fucker”

Ollie;”Oh my god it looks so different!! Oh my god!! I don’t even know where I am-“

Gillion;”I don’t know where I am either…somebody help.”

Chip carrying Gillion to town square my beloved

EARL AND FINNNNN PLAYING CHESSSS

THEY MADE THEM A STATUEEEE THATS SO SWEET

Gillion;”What that word you said?? He’s a child and we ugh…nabbed him”

Chip;”do you- do you just LIKE making things harder for us?”

Chip;”Oh? Héroes…”

Gillion;”Heroes sounds way better than pirates chip, maybe we should rebrand.”

Gillion;”And maybe they’d like some cake…but if that’s too hard, they could settle for something else…like…icecream, or cupcakes.”

Gillion and Chip signing babies LMAO

ISTG. IF GRIZZLY KILLS OLLIES MOM RIGHT WHEN THEY GET HIM BACK IM GONNA KILL HIM

All this art is feeding me sm

OLLIES MOMMM DAMN GIMME A CHANCE PLS

Ollie’s mom being so depressed she falls ill :((

Gillion;”Hey Jay…it’s…starting to feel…like we should’ve brought Ollie home.. right away-“

Jay;”Like faster? Yeah- that was probably the best play.”

Gillion;”Who knew there were moms- and they got so sad.”

Jay;”Yeah…who knew”

JAY AND GILLION MOMLESS MOMENTS🙏🙏

AGHHH WHO TF IS THIS FUCK

Jay;”We can maybe…talk to him, straighten him out.”

Chip;”we can kick his ass, you want us to kick his ass??”

Gillion;”is he evil??? He evil?? Does he have an evil stank on him?? Let me smell him.”

Gillion;”Seems like we’re all sick, sick of this guys BULLSHIT.”

Chip;”I’m with you dude.”

Chip;”I feel like we’ve been on the boat too long we’re like ITCHING to kill this guy”

Gillion;”YEAH YEAH I’LL DO I’LL DO IT!!”

NEW FNC MOMENT JUST DROPPED

Chip;”but not yet but not yet- nooo nooo Gillion baby girl”

Gillion:”Yes- yes babyboy?”

Jay;”WHAT??”

Gillion;”we all have codenames”

Chip;”Yeah and yours is hagfish- right Gillion?”

Gillion;”Righhtt.”

Gillion has a whoopee cushion that makes a human scream sound

Chip;”I mean- I don’t wanna introduce myself as a riptide hero”

Gillion;���I do.”

Gillion;”I am deeply sorry…that we stole your son for four months.”

Jay;”nononononono Gillion you’re not allowed to say any more words.”

Chip;”not even ten words, and you ruined it.”

Ollie;”and at one point- 😭😭 I stretched really long, and I- 😔😔I didn’t wanna come home like that cus I thought you wouldn’t recognize me 😭😭”

Ollies mother;”…w-what??”

Jay;”What are we supposed to do?? Say no to a twelve year old boy??”

Bizly;”sniff sniff SMELLS LIKE GANG SHIT”

OMG MARSHALL JOHNS DIARY

John;”Dear Diary, my heart wilts like a rose.”

Jay;”We burn it we burn it.”

John;”Dear Diary, why?”

John;”Dear Diary, these weights on my shoulders I lift, surprising…why am I not dummy thicc?”

CALLBACK TO EPISODE ONE CALLBACK TO EPISODE ONE EHHEHEBE I LOVE TJESE STUPID PIRATES

Gillion;”I am…as they say, hubid”

Chip;”…hubid?”

[spruzu]

What i love about this specific moment in sonic prime s3 epi4 is that it shows sonic really does know what hes done and is fully aware that half of the things that have happened are HIS fault. In this part he thinks that this is also his fault all because he couldnt run fast enough to save them and this leads to him thinking about everything hes done for all of this to happen.

Then Knucks tries to change his mind, knucks knows full well that sonic has done somethings that caused all of this to happen but he wants sonic to be ok, to be able to fight. But he also wants sonic to believe that just because he couldnt run fast enough doesnt meant that its his fault tails and mangey are 'dead' and thats something he believes himself.

Then sonic goes on to disagree with knucks. He knows that knucks and rebel think that all of this was his fault but he also genuinely thinks that tails and mangey being gone is all his fault, no matter what someone says even if they have a good point. He doesnt see that knucks and rebel believe that tails and mangey is his fault because in the moment all he can think about his everything he's done to get himself and everybody else in this situation.

And then this part he knows that if he had NEVER touched the prism in the first place knucks, rebel, nine and everybody else wouldnt even be alive. He knows it's his fault they had such horrible lives and he's the fault of that and it really does hit him hard. Sonic's normally the kind of guy (well hedgehog) to shrug this kind of stuff of but all of the things that have happened in the past few days for him must have been sitting on top of him like a pile of boulders and must have finally squashed him.

But when Dr. Deep comes in he doesnt even care about the condition Sonic's in. All he wants to do is fight Nine and the reason for that is because he wants what i guess you could call revenge on Nine because it's 'All Sonic's fault'. He wants to fight because of Sonic and he wants Sonic to know that. Pretty much, Dr. Deep isn't a good comforter despite his yoga and blah blah blah. (I had more to say here but i cant put it into words)

AND HERE, IT BREAKS MY HEART. Sonics face SHOWS the realisation of everything hitting him at once. The prism fight in the cave at the start, his first experience with New Yoke and remembering what happened when he was about to touch the shard but then completely pushing it down as he went into Boscage Maze. He goes onto himself and flicks through everything that has happened and fully realises that even if he had help fix the problems, they all started because of HIM. And the three arguing in the back but then Sonic blocking them out also shows that he really is thinking about everything and that it really affects his mood in a negative way.

Then it all comes crashing down on his even more as he tries not to cry and wipes away the tears, not wanting to seem weak and just wanting to show that he's strong. Sonic wants everyone to think that he's this big strong hedgehog and that he doesn't cry or get overwhelmed by the things that happen in his life and this shows that. He cracks but he doesn't want the other to see. As he stands up after wiping away his tears he goes to immediate masking and trying to show that he's 'angry' and has an idea to defeat Nine. The others never saw sonics sadness and breaking so they never know that this really hits him hard but this really does show his character development and how we all actually thought he was this strong character that didn't get affected by anything but he clearly does here and in most of all of season 3.

Also if u read all of this thank you <3 im a rambler and i probably kept repeating myself but i wanted to post all of this because i was re-watching sonic prime and it came across me so yeah. imma stop yapping now :)

[dandelion-springs]

Sometimes, in the quietest, most unexpected moments of the day, I find myself holding my breath—frozen in place—just because something about your fic, deja vu (amidst the ruins), crosses my mind. My heart aches in a way that takes me right back to the first time I read it, which shattered me in the most beautiful, painful way.

It’s how Beomgyu loved, loves, and will love the MC, every lifetime, no matter how and what. His love is unchanging, bound to repeat through time, and it’s that love that haunts me—lives in my chest, reminding me that nothing, absolutely nothing, can ever compare.

(It really hits differently when I imagine these two as the same characters in your other Beomgyu fics.)

I swear, I’m so grateful I found you, because in all the stories I’ve read, this one, your story, will always hold a place.

P.S. Whenever I hear the song deja vu, it's them. It's yours. And nothing will ever come close.

TLDR at bottom:

Before I say anything else, I have to say that the fact anyone even clicks on anything I've done is an honor. I don't care if they hate it or what-the fact that someone was like, alright, I'll give this a go, means so much to me. It doesn't matter if after the first paragraph, they're like, nah, this aint it.

There is so much fic-idol fic, fandom fic, whatever out there. If I can have a single person give me a shot, I consider it a success. ESPECIALLY when I know that my style isn't for everybody. I know that. I've gotten "I like the idea, but the way you write distracts me." I'll never forget that. That was a decade ago on FF.NET of all horrendous places, lmao. (Do you like Harry/Hermione? Well, no one else does)

But when you love the people you write about, you just...do it.

And this is how I felt about this story. It's my least read story for TXT, but that makes absolutely no difference to me, because this one story, I put my heart into. I'm not even joking. I have a soundtrack for it. This one is one I've held so close to my heart, it's borderline stupid.

Sorry, anon. I am...with every comment and kudos, I'm always taken aback. It may seem cliche but I'm literally always shocked. I literally flinch.

I rejoined tumblr after a while. I ACTUALLY REMEMBER POSTING ABOUT 'CANT YOU SEE ME ' MV WHEN IT DROPPED-I was like, Heuning is TOO YOUNG for leather pants, lol.

TLDR:

But sorry...Beomgyu, to me, is a romantic. He's an analog guy in a digital world. He's sentimental in the best way. He said once that his parent's relationship is what he strives for and I believe that to be true.

I think there is a lot of truth to the 'Beomgyu' he shows us, and I think that when he loves, it's truly and deeply. And yes, this is you from all the other fics I've written. There's something really raw in the way he presents himself sometimes (the 3am/3pm comparison)

I'm so serious when I say thank you. To you, anon. It means so much to me. Not only for you reading what I write, but to write me here. I take your words to heart. I really, really do.

I don't know if you know how much this really makes me want to do better.

Thank you.

I'll be better about checking this place

[bagelsenjoyer14]

You mention that aziraphale gives crowley a tartan thermos and and gives him reasons to live in the 1967 scene for fear the crowley might off himself but then why would he say "you go to fast for me" knowing it would hurt crowley and potentially damage their relationship?

Okay so first off thanks for the ask anon! I had to read this several to think about how I would go about explaining (theorizing?) this. This might be a long one so buckle up everybody! (we wil also be discussing season 2 so if you don't want to read potential theories/spoilers, then please dont read)

First I feel we need to try to understand what Aziraphale meant when he said the infamous line:

When I first read the book, I didn't quite understand what Azi meant by this, and when I first watched the show in 2020 I didn't understand why he decided to talk about their relationship at that moment. It only took me a couple more rewatches and understanding of their characters to realize it's about their relationship but it isn't.

I feel like to uderstand this we need to look at both their characters: Crowley likes to move fast, not only while driving (which Aziraphale is pretending to discus here) but in his day to day life and decisions. We see this time and time again throughout their 6,000 years. Crowley changes his hair and his clothes all the time, he's with the times of humanity and adapts to their new ways and technology that we see no other celestial character can quite acomplish like him. And I think fundementally that boils down to the fact that Crowley gets bored! He gets bored of a hairstyle or style and so he just gets a new one, he gets tired of things and goes and creates mischief. I also think both his innate curiosity and boredom is part of the reason for his fall (he got bored and curious and started hanging out with the wrong people.) I've also noticed unlike Aziraphale who likes "calming" hobbies (which I'll touch on in a bit) Crowley doesnt. He doesn't sit and savor food, he usually only consumes liquids, which can usually be consumed quickly. The only slow hobby he does is sleep, but it seems he's very black and white about it; either sleeping for several years in a row or seemingly not sleeping or sleeping very little.

Aziraphale on the other hand is very old fashioned and likes to take things slow and 'smell the flowers'. He has had the same haircut SINCE THE BEGINNING OF LITERAL TIME! And rarley changes his outfits. He isn't very intune with humanities inventions and latest discoveries. And his hobbies consist of him sitting and enjoying his food bite by bite or sitting down to read a book. I also think Aziraphale is somewhat old fashioned in his thinking. In season one, one of his biggest faults was that he stil inherently wanted to belive that Heaven was fundementally good. We see this show in some of his conversations/arguements with Crowley in the early days where he puts what crowley does down to him just being a demon, and in the argument scene Azi stil cant get over the fact that they are angel and demon.

So what am I getting at? I'm trying to say that I think Azi has realzied their differences, and more specifically, he has figured out how easily Crowley gets bored, and I think at sometime between the 1940s church bombing and the 1967 scene, that he has started to worry that Crowley will eventually get bored of him, or more specifcally, if he was to want and try for a non platonic relationsip with Crowley, that he would get tired of it and move on to something else, leaving Azi who doesn't like change, absoloutely crushed. And I think the reason he's alluding to it when he's handing Crowley the holy water is because he's afraid Crowley has finally grew bored of life itself, and that's the reason he's asking for the holy water.

I also want to point out that the new 1940's scene could change this depending on what happens after the church bombing, but unless one of them tries to make a move (specifically Crowley) I don't understand why Azi would say Crowley is going to fast with their relationship in any other way ONLY.

I also don't think Azi was trying to hurt Crowley, I think it was just weighing heavily on his mind, and when Crowley offered him a ride, he just couldn't really hold the thought in any longer? You know what I mean? It has had at least 20 odd years to marinate in his mind.

Finally, I want to touch on Neil's "Aziraphale has started picking up the pace" line, and I believe this is refering to him coming to the realization that neither side is good, and what side their on should not limit them and their relatioship (like Crowley has discovered for ages now) and is starting to get bored of the way they've been treated and had to keep their friendship secret. Thus his sudden "I thought we carved this out for ourselves"

I hope this wasn't too long, and helped you understand in some way what I was trying to say!

[kasagiggles]

Hiii!! I don't know if I've said this or not... but your fics are seriously amazing! Super heartwarming to read and super neat hehehe! If you have time and have played the Fontaine's archon Quest... please consider writing a lee! Wriothesley... with ler either Childe or Lyney hehehe... since either Childe or Lyney has definitely made direct contact/conversation with Wriothesley! Thanks a lot!! P.S. please no foot tickles hehehe...

HELLOOO :3

i am so so sorry for how long this took, i have had no motivation lately 😅

anyways this is such a cute idea and it was so fun to write!! enjoy <3

lee - wriothesley ☆

ler - childe ☆

“so, i hope you can get used to your new life here in the fortress of meropide.” wriothesley said unphased, as if there wasn’t a fatui harbinger right in front of him. he daintily sipped his piping hot cup of tea, deeply enjoying the aroma.

“you expect me to live in this shithole? it smells like sewage everywhere and everybody treats me like i’m weak.” the ginger boy complained, banging his fist on the table, causing tea to splash out of wriothesleys cup.

“well, nothing i can say but get used to it.” wriothesley chuckled under his breath, wiping some of the spilled tea droplets with his finger.

childe huffed, “that’s it! this is unacceptable!” he stood up menacingly, hands on the table. before leaning over and attempting to throw a hard punch at wriothesley. childes angry fist was met with wriothesleys palm.

“i’m afraid that’s against the rules, you can’t physically assault the duke of meropide. kindly humble yourself.” he gently pushed away childes palm. at this point, childe would have smoke coming out of his ears, the frustration in his eyes was enough to make anybody feel unsettled.

how could he teach this brat a lesson without getting into further trouble? his mind raced with all sorts of ideas, both violent and not.

until something hit him, a form of torture that is close to harmless but still could make anybody lose their mind. sure, it was silly, but childe would do anything to see this ass begging for his mercy. nothing is more satisfying to childe as a harbinger.

he sighed, closing his eyes as he remained standing. wriothesley noticed his electro delusion, it slowly began to glow in a mesmerizing way. while he got lost in the glowing purple orb, he felt his hands get pulled above his head, as if some invisible force was tampering with him.

out of instinct, he attempted to pull his arms down, but they felt strictly binded. oddly enough, as he looked up, he saw what appeared to be some purple cloud ensnaring his hands entirely.

as an important figure, he had to remain calm and unbothered. “can i atleast drink my tea?” he sighed. slouching back into the chair. “you’re just increasing your time spent here, little man.”

childe snarled, making his way over to the annoyed wriothesley. the black haired duke felt some sort of nervousness as childe approached. he made his way around and stood behind the duke. a few seconds of silence passed. until wriothesley felt a tingly feeling along his ribs.

this caught him very off guard, in fact, he actually flinched. it wasn’t that it hurt, but it strangely itched. he quietly grunted under the gentle touch. it felt very humiliating to be in such a situation.

“you said i cant hurt you so… i’ll have to resort to something else.” childe said cockily. wriothesley muffled a laugh as he felt the gentle fingers explore his exposed torso.

“eh…enough.. this is… rihidiculous.. unhand mehehe…” he stuttered, gently squirming.

“you’re quite ticklish indeed! seems not everyone is as tough as they look.” that snarky remark just made wriothesley want to sink into himself out of embarrassment.

as much as he hated to admit it, it was true. wriothesley was indeed very ticklish. tickling was never really something he thought about much. although sometime sigewinne would tease him about it.

he lost his train of thought as the feeling of wriggling fingers sped up. “hey, come on. enough with the tough guy act.”

wriothesley had one goal right now, to not laugh. he would rather die than be at the mercy of this bratty redhead. plus, it’s embarrassing to lose composure.

“you… arehehnt getting anywhere with thihis..” he choked out, trying to escape the feeling. he was slowly beginning to panic.

he thrashed against the chair, trying to wriggle out of his situation.

“kichikichicoo…” childe giggled, clearly he was having a blast.

“st-stohhop!! this is foolihihish!!” wriothesley squirmed and laughed under the wiggling fingers.

minutes passed, and wriothesley was beginning to grow weaker, no matter how much he squirmed he couldn’t escape the itchy feeling.

childe waited until wriothesley was panting with tears of laughter streaming down his face. until he could officially say that he had bested the duke.

“don’t even think about doing anything to me, duke.” he stepped away from him, very satisfied with what had come.

wriothesley was too humiliated to respond, he simply lowered his face, clenching his eyes shut with a frustrated frown.

“i’ll be on my way then.” childe said friendly, as if nothing had happened at all.

“h-hey wait.. my hands are still stuck, come back here at once!! i order you!”

[iz0p0dz]

im in a skills class and have no work so its time 4 a random yap sesh

b4 i get into serious stuff here's sum fun stuff!!!!! i got a faux australian shepherd tail from hot topic aaaand i might be able 2 make masks of my theriotypes if my dad ends up buying the mask bases 4 me :3 ((currently im pretty sure my theriotypes are: german shepherd,, sable,, and snow leopard))

time 4 a vent tho bcuz ig i cant keep shit positive

yes i added a read more ik im just scared 2 talk abt stuff related 2 irls

being so obsessed with a certain form of media while nobody seems to actually want to have a conversation with u abt it is so horrible and i HATE it bcuz it feels like it happens so often :((( ive become hyperfixated w/ mob psycho 100 and ive been trying 2 talk 2 people abt it but its always one or two word answers :\ ive recently been trying so hard 2 respond 2 people with responses related 2 what the other person is talking abt but like it never goes the other way around. i was talking 2 a friend today abt the episode i was on ((season 2 episode 6 i think)) and i was yapping abt reigens mom and how much of a BITCH SHE IS OMFG and like i got no response :| not even a "wow" or a "damn" WHICH YES I HATE WHEN THATS ALL I GET AS A RESPONSE ITS BETTER THAN NOTHING

i feel like the "oh but i do it 4 everybody else" argument isn't even gonna work bcuz im losing the motivation 2 try and think of new responses. literally like yesterday i responded with just a WHAT THE FREAK and yeah not bad but usually id like 2 try and say anything actually related 2 what they're saying

im prob repeating shit but idk i want people 2 actually respond 2 me and have a convo when i talk abt my fixations

prob made sum typos or shit 2 so if i did SHUT UP NO I DIDNT

((i spent like 20 minutes on this oh fuck))

[malewifesband]

trying to go back and actually write this scene w kabru and rin. my stupid illness is worse again so im struggling but id like thoughts if anyone has them. on like any aspect

to establish: i feel like kabru takes rin for granted like by far the person he seems to treat worst is her. hes not a terrible person for this no way but like the way he teases her about liking him despite having no feelings for her ... idk i feel like he counts on rin always being there. like nothing could push her away so he feels he can be a bit cruel and hell be forgiven--not like she doesnt rag on him all time, right?

but i think things change when he falls in love. like it finally hits rin that man, its never going to be her. shes watched him date around for years, and never truly fall for someone, so there was always that hope that one day hed just realize how he really felt about her. and now she cant delude herself thats true, she can just fuckin tell how bad he has it for laios after spending two years living between the castle and her apothecary. she starts trying to breakaway from him, because every time she talks to him theres a reminder that he loves someone who isnt her.

feeling especially pathetic one night, she sees marcille, who is also feeling especially pathetic bc falin is still over a year away from her and enjoying their open relationship, but marcille doesnt. she cant bring herself to want anyone but falin. rins like ok bet. we are the same kind of pathetic and i dont like you but youve also been nothing but nice to me and im not reconciling these feelings. lets have sex

the scene im struggling with comes after

like rin is in the garden again, hoping that marcille will come. she didnt feel lonely when she was with marcille. she felt... special. more seen. she didnt think about how she misses kabru even when hes with her.

but ofc kabru is seeking her out bc he just really fucked up with laios.

she tells him, yeah man, super your fault for pressing the bruise after fuckin kissing him and then refusing to talk about it. everybody knows the dude does not want to get married and have heirs why did u like agree with his dads letter that he has a duty to sire children

she really doesnt want to talk to him about this. she wants him to need her like she needs him--she doesnt want to need him like she does. and she doesnt want to help him fall in love with someone else, but its like he doesnt even realize whats happening.

kabru insists the kiss was nothing, and he shouldnt talk about it with laios bc he was just drunk its just... he wants laios' full trust. and its weird, but sometimes he pictures laios as girl and something about that works. but its a weird wishful thinking bc kabru wants to get thru this barrier they have where (kabru feels) laios feels like he cant trust him bc kabru is good liar and laios cant read ppl. like maybe if they shared something that intimate, them both being trans, theyd understand each other completely

rin doesnt really know what to make of any of that. it feels like further rejection. like it just feels obvious to her that no matter what, he loves laios. and that thorny feeling of jealousy is spiraling around her heart. maybe she says something cruel, gives terrible advice bc she feels so hurt that he cant see how sincere her jealousy is, that he cant see how it hurts her to hear him in love with someone else?

im not super sure where to take the scene from there. i know i want it to end with kabru feeling worse about laios and deciding to avoid him, but without him realizing that rin is purposefully pulling away yet. (he'll realize that later, when laios is the one to tell him she and marcille and seeing each other and he didnt even know. and he'll have to address then that hes taken her friendship for granted)

any thoughts on the kinds of things she might say? or might tell him? i feel like theres an obvious solution im just missing