#i think some of you need to kill yourselves ❤

[microscotch]

“I arrived a bit late to this whole thing, but I honestly thought this bimbocast would be chill about it. Clearly I was wrong, literally the first thing this pile of wussies does is complain about the way I fly.”

- “YOU LUNATIC ALMOST HIT US WITH YOUR FUCKING UFO!!!!!”

- “And you’re still alive, get over it.”

“We’re waiting for this last chick to arrive, not knowing this girl was planning on committing murder by almost crashing HER LITERAL UFO into the house!”

“Like, who on earth let that psycho onto the show, she’s a threat to society!”

-”YOU HAVE TWO EYES CONNECTED TO YOUR BRAIN, RIGHT?? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU’RE FLYING??”

-”I see the whole “earthlings are useless wimps” stereotype is true as well.”

-”You’re insane!”

-”Bold words to direct at someone who almost killed you, now get out of my way, Leslie.”

“So we’re all situated at the table waiting for our boss and in comes this dumpster fire on two legs. I was like “Come on, that can’t be the person running this show!” 

-”Alright, I'll give it to you straight: I’m Toni and I’m your boss for the next few weeks. I want you to disgrace yourselves in front of these cameras and make me the wealthiest sim alive. You're gonna fill in my shitty bike courier job in the meantime and you BETTER do your job cause I'm gonna get in major trouble otherwise, so if I - uh - you get fired, you'll leave this rancid house. You'll also be off the show if you have a net negative relationship with all of your housemates. Got it?”

-”Roz, did you know that iguanas are cold-blooded animals, so their body temperature is reliant on the weather??”

-”Um, Toni, were you high when you cast some of these freakshows?”

-”Yes. Anyways, have fun making me rich!”

-”Oh yeah, so while we’re at that, how much are WE gonna get paid for this?”

-”April what are you talking about, nobody here is gonna get any money.”

-”WHAT??”

-”We’re gonna get paid in fame and exposure.”

“What person gets hired for a show WITHOUT getting paid? I’m just feeling so taken advantage of right now.”

-”Okay April it’s been two hours, people actually need to use this bathroom!”

-”THERE ARE THREE BATHROOMS IN THIS HOUSE, PICK A DIFFERENT ONE!!”

-”Hey Angie, I know we’re thinking the same thing, just letting you know that I didn’t get my nickname from nowhere, wink if you understand me. Angie??”

-”I DON’T DESERVE THIS KIND OF TREATMENT!!!! NOBODY WITH HAIR THAT LOOKS LIKE IT’S PERMANENTLY BLOWN BY THE WIND DOES!!!!”

“This bitch really thought she was gonna get paid to be on here, like, get a grip. Fortunately the whining stopped when the welcome wagon arrived ‘cause she became too busy going crazy over that one guy...”

-”Hey cutie, your cardigan is really hot! ❤” 

-“Oh thank you dear, do you know what’s also “hot”?? My fiancee’s ginger sister ❤.”

-”Getting my pride hurt twice today, alright, time to get drunk and blackout so hard I’ll forget this whole day ever happened!”

-”Aww, don’t be upset, April! Your ass is far too detox tea ad material for you to be this sad!”

-”SHOO ANGIE, TAKE YOUR FAKE ASS COMPLIMENTS AND FLIRT WITH NAMZIB IF YOU’RE BORED!”

-”I can’t be the only one thinking it’s completely sociopathic to cast someone nicknamed “The Slaughter” instead of arresting them, especially after nearly killing everyone upon arrival!”

-”You legit climbed into the hot tub to tell me that?”

“I got this weirdo’s signals and look, I’m not at all opposed to hatefucking, but I don’t go below sevens. I don’t care how turned on you get by near-death experiences, Roz.”

“Not to mention because that creep kept ranting to me, ABOUT me I didn’t have a minute left to change when the cab arrived to take us clubbing. Asshole.”

-”Hey Namzib, sorry we didn’t interrupt your makeout session with Roz sooner!”

-”Yeah, yeah, shut up, Tik Tok edition of Edward Cullen.”

-”EXCUSE ME, YOUNG LADY! DON’T YOU THINK YOUR ATTIRE IS -

-“NO!! THE LEGENDS FROM SECTOR 8 ARE TRUE. MRS. CRUMPLEBOTTOM AND HER MAGIC MURDER BAG ARE REAL!!”

-“...”

-”DON’T KILL ME!! UGH OF COURSE THIS HAPPENS WHEN I’M COMPLETELY UNARMED, STUPID BATHING SUIT....”

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One trip to the house and back to the club later..

-“Dude, will you get going? Other people want to use the vending machine too!”

-”Hello there, young folks, it’s a nice day today! :)”

-“Just come back later when you’ve made up your mind, for Watcher’s sake!”

“So while Roz was about to lose his mind I couldn’t help but notice how virtually everyone but him in this house really wants me.”

“The boys...”

“The girls...”

“But I was standing like right next to him and everything he cares about is throwing a fit because some old dude blocked the vending machine! It’s so messed up.”

-”COME ON! COME GET ME!”

-”I love the young people! :)”

-”I’LL KICK YOUR ASS, GOATEE!!!”

-”Roz calm the hell down!!”

“Roz is just being totally aggressive right now, he’s making everyone look terrible. I was just like, calm down. It’s not that big of a deal!”

-“Stawp it, this is literally our first day and you’re making all of us look horrible, we’re gonna get thrown out!”

-”Be real, after what I’ve seen earlier today that guy was clearly your type and now you’re pissed at me!”

-‘You’re being ridiculous!”

-“Look! Over there is another old guy you can pester, now leave me alone!”

-“Would you degenerate move it already?!”

[dsm7]

[a-wolfs-bad-moon-rising]

It's been a while since I updated I'm sorry 😢 I miss writing so much I'm trying to come back. I hope you enjoy 😁 lemme know if you want a part 2 about the mortal life ❤

Buddha x Reader

(As always cover art not mine: I also used dialog from the actual Manga Chapter is is not mine)

The fear in your body was evident no matter how hard you tried to hide it. Your muscles were tense and rigid watching the scene before you. Gods and humans were being killed. There was no fear greater than when you were to see your beloved husband go against the humans. You knew he loved them so. Both of you being past humans yourselves. Like the long haired God, you also rose to enlightenment. 

You knew each other in the same lifetime, though you were younger than he was. There was no love in that lifetime. No love for you that is. For your immature mind and heart was swept up by the man. You loved him. Long after he had his followers, long after he cast away all pleasures. You loved the soul he had. The care he had for people deeply rooted into his personality. He passed long before you. The heartache you felt made you drop the one thing that kept you human. Your unbreakable connection to moral love. When you let go, all of you was dedicated to those around you. Which is why you were reunited with the now God years later after your passing on the same level. He welcomed you and showed you some of the ways of the Gods. He stole your heart in this world from the way he remembered you. Though your mortal body changed little, he remembered everything that was different. He remembered your human names, and still referred to you that way. It made you happy you were still a part of your human self. He made you feel nostalgic. Before long you were wed. He was not one to marry a Goddess, but being a former human, one he knew no less, he easily made an exception. The first time you were together as husband and wife, you felt at peace. The man you waited for in your human life was now your mind, body, and soul. It was well worth the wait. He was now yours.

Buddha.

The love of your life. He was taken from you once you couldn’t bear him to be taken from you again. You watched below as Shiva successfully killed his opponent. You gripped the banister your hands were resting on so hard even you thought the wood would splinter. You knew Buddha was in trouble. You knew he was going to have to fight. The worst part was he was such a cocky bastard there was something he was bound to pull. What panicked you the most was that you knew all hell would break loose if the other Gods knew of Buddha’s Volund philosophy. Well you were sure they knew it, they were just so self centered they didn’t think about it. The way Loki looked at you with that creepy smile, even creepier that it usually was, made you deeply unsettled. 

You were walking down a corridor into a beautiful garden. You needed a break from all the bloodshed. Though the Gods were insufferable, you felt a tug at your heart when they did die. You knew them well and they were still familiar to you. Some were even your friends. 

“I’ve been waiting for you (Y/N)” The way he said your name so darkly gave you anxiety. You felt like you were like Ares. Seemingly tough, but secretly skittish. You looked up at the mischievous God. The dark smile and narrowed eyes made you swallow uneasily. 

“That damned husband of yours never seems to listen or get to the point. So….I thought I’d ask you.” You were frozen. Shit this made guilty appear all over your face. And let the God know you were hiding something. 

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“What is it Loki?” You snapped.

“Oh (Y/N), (Y/N), usually so sweet, now so worked up tsk tsk.” You didn’t say anything. You didn't want to keep digging yourself in a hole. 

“Annnyway, the tournament was the first time I ever saw a Valkyrie turn into a Volund. And that’s because …I shouldn’t have gotten myself so hyped for this. I ended up getting utterly disappointed. I actually had a strange feeling about this whole thing since the very beginning and that’s because those humans took the power of the Gods’ and use it to corner us. And thus, they killed two Gods. The Valkyries’ Volunds…is Buddha the reason they have that ability? Hmm?”

Your fear was too evident on your face to hide. Hell you were sure Gods within a 100 foot radius would be able to tell. You were just hoping none of the other Gods weren’t going to confront you. 

“I don’t know what you mean Loki”

“No matter how you think about it, a God can’t forgive a half God half human cheater. Or a wife of the same class that covers for him. Tsk tsk tsk.”

“Just spit it ou…”

“Hey I just remembered, the only thing that could make Volunds possible is Buddha’s ‘method’.”

“Didn’t he say there was such a thing in the world of Buddism if two people forfeit each other’s lives and put them on the same lotus, it brings out the full potential in one’s being? This power they call it, Common Destiny.”

“That is what Volunds are. It’s what made it possible to even counter the Gods. By betting on the life of a Valkyrie.”

“That’s the only logical explanation for the Volund’s existence.”

The fact he got it spot on kept making you uneasy. If he of all people caught on this early in the fighting, who else has and would figure it out too?

You were lost in thought so he continued. “Ah sorry I rambled on for a little while, what do you think of that (Y/N)?”

You were beyond angry at this point. And if he knew you knew Zeus was also aware as well as some of the other Gods. 

‘So you figured it out. What are you going to do about it.” He sauntered up to you and got  uncomfortably close. 

‘I’ll kill you.’ His words made your blood run cold. Though you were a decent fighter yourself, stronger than any human, your husband was stronger than you. And even you would be worried if Loki was fighting him.

“Loki.” You heard behind you.

“Don’t you know better than to even think about threatening my wife” Your husband was angry, his calm voice still had an edge to it. 

‘B-Buddha.” You said feeling guilty for letting the God get to you. He pulled you behind him, his grip was rather strong on you. You looked up at the tall man’s back. He still looked like he had a relaxed posture, but his muscles were tense. 

“If you have a problem with me you should bring it up with me.”

“(Y/N) would you mind going back to the arena?” He wasn’t even really asking you so you slinked away without a word avoiding the death stare the God of Mischief was giving you. You could feel the deadly aura behind you and pray your husband wasn’t going to get hurt before his match whenever that was. 

For the 6th round your heartbeat picked up. You had an uneasy feeling why. Your husband walked out onto the platform. His wonderful build. His eyes, his unique sense of fashion for a God, his heart…’No’ you told yourself. You need to stop trying to remember every detail about him like it’s the last time. But you knew it could be the last time. And this time there was no getting him back. You saw the heartbreak in Eve’s face after the fall of Adam. She lost the one and only man she could ever love. Though you hated to be selfish. You didn’t want to know the same feeling. Your heart dropped. Now you only wondered what human would use his own Volund method against him.

“I’m fighting for humanity so uh, thx”

Oh how you wanted to jump into that arena and fight him yourself! Could he HAVE NOT thrown himself under the bus like that. The target on his back was far more evident. (The Gods always had troubles with him before)

You wanted to kill the man yourself. Ugh how can he be so stupid? That must only mean there was a God that was going to fight him. The uproar around you was unbearable. You caught it again. That gaze. Though it wasn’t as creepy as before. Still angry though. You chose to ignore him. 

Your husband was strong, he was good and he was strong. You relaxed and meditated for a bit. You prayed for his good health and good fortune. It wasn’t until you heard the first clang of the weapons that you opened your eyes. You watched your husband defend himself. Gods he was a wonderful man.

Zerofuku’s main problem was he was letting his anger get to him. It was for you to pick up on his weak points you knew wouldn't make your husband break a sweat. How gracefully he dodged his advances. Your husband had this. He wasn’t going to lose. You just hoped he could save the angry God before him. Though you couldn’t hear their dialogue, you knew from watching your husband's outstretched hand, he was trying to do the right thing. And then something bad was happening. 

It happened so fast you could barely register. Wind whipping turned into a tornado swallowing up the old God your husband was trying to save him. The God that appeared in place of the now murdered God, was horrific. You felt cold. Your fear was blinding. Each blow to your husband was killing him. You panicked. You wish you could jump in the way and protect your husband. You wanted to let him live. Going on without him would be worse than your own death. 

His eyes and stomach were injured. His hair came down, you knew he was giving it everything he had. 

Then you saw it. There was an apparition behind your husband. A God with the most radiant smile you have ever seen. Zerofuku also took hold of your husbands weapon. The now deceased God was your husband’s Volund. You cried for him. The poor God was angry for millenia. Such a beautiful heart turned black with hatred and when he is finally happy again, he is met with death. You owe everything to him for protecting your husband. 

You knew the tide and turned again. It wasn’t long before the pair won. You knew your husband could die just from his grave injuries. He wasn’t out of the woods yet so you wanted to make your way down to see him.

~~~A few nights later~~~

Your front door open and your injured husband walked through the door. His bandages were clean and he was healed enough to come home. You walked up to him, (you struggled not to run he had collapsed before you got to him so you haven’t seen him since your interaction with Loki)

You carefully wrapped your arms around him not wanting to hurt him at all. He cast his weapon to the side and picked you up squeezing you hard and spinning you around slightly. 

‘Buddha! Set me down you oaf.” You said laughing. “You’ll reopen your wounds.”

“I missed you my love.” He kissed your forehead. 

He passionately kissed you when he set you down and the two of you lingered for a bit. You led him to your bedroom and he went to lay down. You saw the fatigue in his body as he eased down. You laid down next to him and carefully laid your head on his chest. He rubbed your side.

“I thought I lost you.” You said.

“Me too.” He sighed. “But I’m a lot harder to get rid of than that.” You could hear the smug smile on his face. You settled down for the first time in days.

He hand came up and stroked your face. Carefully he turned your head up and kissed your lips.

“I love you (Y/N). My wonderful wife.”

“I love you too Buddha.” You smiled and closed your eyes. There was no more that needed to be said. Your comfortable silence was enough to end the night as you both drifted off. 

[thefanficmonster]

Holy Crap!

Corpse Husband & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Minor SPOILERS for Resident Evil 8: Village, Swearing

Genre: Humor, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Y/N and Corpse bite off more than they can chew with the new Resident Evil game, mesmerized by the tall vampire lady ;)

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for the lovely request - as someone who is still obsessed with Resident Evil (especially Village), I can’t thank you enough for putting that in a mashup with one of my favorite people of all time! I’m so sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it but here it finally is! Hope the fic makes up for the wait! Love, Vy ❤

“Hello everyone!“ Corpse greets his audience.

“Hi!“ You squeal excitedly, unable to contain yourself as you impatience rises, close to breaking through the goddamn roof.

“Welcome back to Resident Evil Village, last time when we left off we were about to enter what I think is the castle where the tall beautiful lady lives.“ Corpse explains, as his mouse moves to the CONTINUE button on the main menu of the game, “Ready when you are, Y/N.”

“Have never been more ready in all my life.“ You reply, cracking your knuckles as your gaze fixates on the desk, scanning to make sure you’ve got all you need for throughout the stream. Since you’re not playing yourself, you’ve got some snacks handy to gnaw on during the intense moments when Corpse is the bigger entertainment, shadowing the game itself with his panicking and fear.

“Alright...“ He chuckles, amused but not surprised. “Let’s continue then.“

He comes across a gate with a lever switch that needs to be pulled down for it to open. Just as Ethan’s about to complete the action, a cut-scene plays.

“Oh fuck.“ You mumble under your breath, knowing this is probably not gonna be pretty.

“Well, well, well...“ A voice of a man catches Ethan’s attention, turning our first person point of view to look at its owner.

You’re left quite amazed by the sight of him, and you’d be glad to admit it. He looks disheveled and unclean, but his confident stance holds enough power to make up for his lack of self-care in terms of appearance and hygiene.

When you snap back from the momentary daydream, you find that Ethan’s now getting dragged by the fella, his body bound by chains as he powerlessly slides through the darkness, hearing faint taunting remarks from the man.

“Hasn’t this man had enough already?! His wife was killed, his baby was taken, he’s already lost a couple fingers! Let him breath, for fuck’s sake!“ Complains Corpse, all righteous and whatnot.

You, as gone as you are, just mindlessly and a bit too casually slur out, “He’s kinda hot.”

Far too casually, since it flabbergasts Corpse, contrasting your calmness, “The hobo?!?!”

“Hey, don’t call him that!“ You argue back, “It’s just my taste in men, I can’t do anything about it!“

He sighs, exasperated, “If that’s your taste in men I’m so fucking screwed.“

You open your mouth to throw some sass his way but find yourself slack-jawed at the sight on your computer screen before you. You’re eyes have reached the size of plates as you take it all in. Take her in with all her glory.

“Holy crap...“ You mutter in unison with Corpse who seems just as mesmerized as you, neither of you listening to the dialog being exchanged.

Lady Dimitrescu then gets up from the chair she’s sitting in, towering over the ‘hobo’ who’s been introduced as Heisenberg but he’s not even on the back-burner of your mind at this point. Your brain has been invaded and colonized by this vampire lady, leaving you speechless.

“Holy crap!“ This time you both exclaim. You have never seen anything or anyone who holds so much power. You would be laughing at yourself for that strong comment you made about Heisenberg just minutes ago. That is if your entire body didn’t just shut down.

A couple minutes pass before you two come back to your senses, reminding yourselves that you’re streaming and that you’ve worried your audiences with the silence that has lasted far too long at this point.

“What’re we doing?“ Corpse asks, disoriented as all hell as he looks around, realizing he’s in a whole different area and Ethan’s hands are now cuffed.

That’s when you glimpse at the chat telling you both that you need to run Ethan for his life, something Corpse clearly hasn’t noticed.

“Corpse, you’re in control! Run!“ You exclaim, suddenly hearing the howling and growling of the werewolf creatures.

He hears it too and takes off running in an instant, very much not sure of where he’s going.

“HOLY SHIT!“

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[mischi3f-manag3d]

Let's Pretend

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: George and Reader offer up to be apart of a mission for the order. Info is needed, but they can't get it as easy as they think. They have to go outside of they're boundaries to be able to retrieve what they need, even if it means pretending to be a couple.

Words: 3.5k+

Warnings: no real warnings, just some super fluffy pining. It gets a little steamy at the end but no actual smut.

A/N: I've had a little writers block from my series In and Out of Love. Work has been killing my motivation. However, I got this idea/inspiration from @thoseofgreatambition and I needed to write it!! I'm hoping to have part 3 out by Sunday! So much love for you guys ❤❤ (also sorry for the lack of read more cut. Still on mobile, so I'm stuck without it!)

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"I'll do it" you offer up to the group in front of you. Their eyes looked at you with hope and fear, your willingness to help at whatever cost bewildering to them.

They needed information from Lucius. He was the only one they knew that could still be stringing information to Voldemort. That was what worried them. Lucius was dangerous, but they knew that any info from him would be dire. He was supposed to be attending a large party with a bunch of other well known witches and wizards tomorrow night.

Molly had been against the idea the minute it was brought up. She thought it was a bad idea, a horrible idea at that. It seemed too risky. Someone would have to disguise themselves to get into the party and start a conversation with Lucius. One that would hopefully get some information out of him.

Everyone else was hopeful that this was the best idea that they had thought of so far. But now, with you being the only one to offer themselves up, things became sullen in the dark room.

"You can't just go alone, darling! What if you get hurt?" Molly quipped instantly after your offer. You had quickly become another child to her, befriending the Weasley twins in your first year, them being one year older. It was easy to befriend the younger Weasleys as well, being like an older sister to Ginny and Ron.

Silence filled the room after that. No one dared to glance too long at you or Molly.

George cleared his throat, bringing everyone's attention to him.

"I- I'll go with her." He spoke quietly, aware of the look his mother gave him. Fear was all she could think of. Two of her own going into something so dangerous? It seemed ridiculous! But, she knew it could be no other way.

You quickly looked over to George, thinking that he wouldn't have offered himself so fast. You were shocked to say the least that he would want to join you on this, knowing how dangerous it could be.

Molly watched as you looked at George. She knew you and George were brave. She knew out of anyone, the pair of you could do it. She saw the way you two looked at each other, unbeknowst to you two of course. To you and George, your relationship had only ever been platonic. Friends. But everyone else had silently watched the interactions between you two. Wondering when the dam would break and you would finally realize the feelings.

"Well, you can't just go in there looking like that." Moody suggests, looking over the two of you.

You scoff, "What do you mean?"

He sighs, realizing his word choice hadn't been the most thought out.

"I mean, how are you to talk to Lucius if you look like yourselves? You're going to have to take polyjuice potions or use some transfiguration to make yourselves look different."

"Oh, I guess you're right." You replied, now realizing how much tougher this task had become.

"I guess we can just use transfiguration? Make our faces slightly different. Different hair color and such?" George offers, not really wanting to go through the arduous task of making a polyjuice potion.

"Alright, so be it. The party is tomorrow so get some rest, you'll need it." Moody speaks, geusturing to the two of you.

You glance at George who had already been looking at you. You gulp slightly, wondering what the next day would have in store for you.

//

The next day comes quicker than you expected. George and you were sat in a room with Molly as she helped you to change your appearances. The first thing to go was Georges fiery red hair. It now becoming a dark brown almost black. He looked so different without his red hair. She changed a few more things about him to make him less noticeable.

"How do I look, love?" He asked, turning to you with a bright smile on his face.

"Wow, it's like you're a whole new person. I guess you can't be George anymore, so you'll need a new name!" You say, laughing a little as he pried his mind for a new name.

"Alright, darling. You're turn" Molly spoke, turning to you.

You took a deep breath as she got to work. She changed your hair color and length. She changed your eye color and a few facial features.

"All done!" She said, turning you to face George.

"You look so different! You'll need yourself a name too, love. I think Sam would be fine for a name right?" He says smiling, as you match the name to his face.

"Sam it is, George." You laugh, trying to think of a name for yourself as you looked in the mirror.

"Alice?" You offer, looking back at George with a smile.

"I like Alice. Suits the new you." He said with a small laugh.

"Blimey, you look awful" Fred quips as he enters the room. "Except for you, love. George is the ugly one." He adds, receiving a glare from George.

"Kidding, brother! I'm just pulling your leg! Now, you two best get going. I've got your trunks all packed and ready to go!" He grins as he looks over your now shocked expression.

"What do you mean you have our trunks ready? I thought we were coming right back?" You ask looking back and forth between Fred and Molly, trying to find some answers in their expressions.

"Oh no dear. I'm afraid you two will have to spend the night at the hotel where the party is being held. It's a two night event and we can't risk it if you don't get enough info from Lucius the first night. That way you two can recoop and plan for tomorrow. Don't worry though, Fred was nice enough to book you two a room already so you won't have to fret about it tonight! Now come you two, you mustn't be late!" Molly beams as she ushers you two out of the room. You and George send Fred death glares as you leave the room and head to the front door to depart.

"Now tonight when you get back to your room, you can use a simple spell to remove the transfiguration temporarily until the party. And then when you get back I'll reverse it completely. Please be safe you two, and if you need anything at all do not be afraid to send us an owl!" Molly spoke quickly, trying to tell you everything you'd need before ushering you out the doors.

You looked up at George and he looked down at you with a small smile. He was afraid too, but he wanted to reassure you that it was okay, that he would be there for you.

"Oh by the way!" Fred shouted as he opened the door behind you. "The room is booked under Mr and Mrs Bell, so I hope you don't mind pretending to be a couple for two days! There's a check in list, so make sure the act is good you two!" He snickered and shut the door before you could get a word in.

This was going to be interesting.

//

You cleared your throat as you made your way to the entrance of the party, George right behind you.

"I'm sorry Fred did that. He's such a git sometimes." George shook his head, ready for you to hate the idea of having to fake a relationship with him.

"It's okay, Georgie. It's safer for us to put on seperate personalities than what we're used to. Lucius won't suspect anything then if we're a couple. Now are you ready?" You smile brightly up at him, extending your hand for him to hold.

Butterflies filled his stomach, and he wanted to shoo them away, he shouldn't feel this way about you. He shoved his thoughts away as he took your hand, a smile beaming back down at you as you made your way into the party, eyes peeled for Lucius Malfoy.

//

The night had seemed to trudge on forever. George and you had played the role perfectly, flirting here and there. Subtle touches that you may have wanted to last longer than they did. Your mind was foggy. Filled with nothing but George. The way his hands felt on your hips as you swayed to music at the party. You had to make it believable. His hands were only ghosting over your hips until you brought him down closer by his neck. His hands quickly tightened on your waist as his breath hitched in his throat. Neither of you wanted to do anything about the growing tension between you two. The minute you did something, it would be no going back and you both feared for what would be the loss of your friendship. Your hands entangled into his hair as your breath fanned over his lips. What looked like a cute moment between a couple was actually the most dangerous game you two had ever played. It was like dancing on thin ice. He wanted to kiss you so badly. But he had thought you wouldn't feel the same.

'This is all an act. She doesn't actually like you and she's only pretending. You don't want to ruin your friendship you idiot.' he thought to himself as you sway to the music, faces still so close to each other. He dipped you slowly, faces ever closer, lips almost ghosting over each other. You smiled at him before placing a kiss right next to his lips.

'See she doesn't want to kiss you' he thought as he lifted you back up, smiling back at you. His heart felt like it was going to burst being like this with you. But, it was all an act and it would be over soon enough.

"There he is." You whispered to George as you slowly made your way over to where Lucius was with George hot on your tail.

You and George had somehow managed to get Lucius alone, and he was more than willing to share information once you had spoke of your fake fathers past as a death eater. He gave you everything you needed. It was brilliant. You figure it was because of the gorgeous looks Molly had given you with the transfiguration, but thats besides the point.

You and George had made your way to the hotel room you were supposed to share. You had removed the transfiguration temporarily. It was nice to see George's signature red hair again. Trunks in tow, smiles on your faces from the accomplishment you had made tonight. Nothing could stop the overwhelming pride you both shared at the victory. That was until you opened the door to the room. It was small, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen area... and one bed.

You stomach seemed to drop, making you want hurl all over the carpet in the room. Of course Fred would do this! You rubbed a hand down your face as you sighed. The idea of sharing a bed with George seemed like it was entirely crossing a line that neither of you dared cross. Tonight seemed like a dream, you had almost kissed him! You had wanted to, but you didn't want to push George and make him do something he didn't want to.

"Oh, um, this is great?" George spoke trying to lighten the mood.

You stopped yourself from shooting daggers at him with your glare. Deciding to laugh lightly as you cursed Fred.

"Look, I can just sleep on the floor if you'd like, love." He offered gently, looking at you with such kind eyes.

Your stomach erupted in butterflies at the nickname and the look. Years of this friendly relationship with George was finally starting to make you realize that maybe it wasn't just friendship. Maybe it had always been somewhat flirty, but you brushed it off because you knew he wouldn't like you back. He had always had a thing for Angelina it seemed and you didn't want to ruin that, or your friendship.

But the look he was innocently giving you right now made you want to rip his clothes off. You mentally smacked yourself for that thought.

'He doesn't like you that way' you told yourself.

"No, you don't have to do that Georgie. You can take the bed if you'd like. Or- or we can just share? It wouldn't be a big deal." you offered back, giving him a small smile.

Little did you know he had also been hiding or pretending that his feelings for you weren't real. He didn't want to ruin what you had. He knew what his mother wished for. He could see how she'd look at you and him when you were at the Burrow together. It was like she was mentally planning the wedding already. But, he wouldn't dare act on his feelings ever. Tonight, when you almost kissed him he felt like he was going to explode, but the thoughts of you actually wanting to kiss him were pushed aside. He knew it was all an act.

But in this moment, he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest at your offer. You'd shared a bed before as friends at the burrow. Many nights curled up with each other because of how cold it was. However, tonight the air was different. Everything felt different and you both knew it was.

You had both quickly decided that sharing a bed would be fine, pushing the fear, the awkwardness, the tension aside so that you could have a peaceful night. You needed rest for your second night at the party. There was still more you could get from Lucius and possibly others at the party.

You both changed into your pajamas, giving each other awkward smiles that made you both laugh. The bed was definitely bigger than you were used to. You were used to George's small twin bed at the Burrow, having to cuddle up tightly to him in order to not slip off. But this was easily a queen bed, if not a king. You weren't sure as you'd never seen one before.

The both of you slipped under the covers, shy at first, feeling the tension you shared as the memories from tonight flashed through your mind. You both laid away from each other, having the room to do so. But, having George there, it felt weird to not be stuck next to him for once when sharing a bed. You tossed and turned for what seemed like forever before you realized you weren't going to be able to sleep.

"Georgie" you turned over to whisper to him, hoping he was still awake.

"Mmm?" He mumbled an answer. Barely awake to hear you.

"Can i- uh- can we..." you weren't sure how to word it without it sounding weird or pushy.

He turned over towards you, eyes barely open, hair disheleveled and in his face. He looked so handsome even in his sleepy state. He smiled lightly, putting together what you were trying to say without you even mentioning it.

"C'mere" he said softly, opening his arms for you to fit in. You slowly scooted your way over to him, head resting on his chest as he held you tightly to him. You could hear his heartbeat settle, making you aware that he was now asleep again. It was calming, being in his embrace. Being this close to him. It was nice. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep, held safely in his arms.

//

The next night went just as smoothly as the last. It seemed like you had gotten more information than before, ready to share the information with the group.

You slowly trudged down the hallway to your shared room with George, him following behind you. You had to pack up your trunks so that you would be ready to leave the next morning. It was already so late, so you both decided it was best to stay the night again. Fred had booked it for two nights anyways, but you had thought about heading out right after the party. However, the minute you left the party, you felt exhausted.

You entered the room, letting out a sigh as you began to unzip your dress. Stopping yourself suddenly, realizing George was right behind you, staring you down with his mouth hung open. He was not ready to be met with you almost undressing right in front of him. Again, you two had dressed in front of each other before. You were best friends. But, this was different. You had looked so gorgeous in your dress tonight that seeing you undress made his heart skip a beat and his stomach do flips.

The looks he was giving you now were making you go insane. It was like we was undressing you with his eyes. He really had never met someone more beautiful than you. You were gorgeous to him, the epitome of beauty.

A surge of confidence hit you full force as you walked towards the ginger boy. You placed a hand lightly on his cheek, looking up into his eyes that were now swirling with curiosity. He leaned into your touch involuntary, loving the feel of your soft hands. He was losing it. Were you about to kiss him? This wasn't real right? You two had almost kissed yesterday, but you hesitated. That means you didn't actually want to kiss him? Right?

His thoughts were quickly silenced when you leaned up, kissing him gently, but there was a fire behind the kiss. Years of love you two had shared for each other that you never had noticed was love until now. The constant idea of only being friends pushed away your thoughts. Until now. Until tonight. Pretending to be in a relationship with George made you realize that this was all you had ever wanted.

He quickly kissed you back, unafraid of what would happen anymore. The line had been crossed, so might as well go head on with it. You were shocked that he responded so quickly. This was confirmation for you both that this is what you both wanted, what you needed.

He pushed you back lightly, a hand tight on your hip and a hand holding your neck. Your back hit the wall softly, his body pushing ever closer to yours as the kiss continued, becoming more passionate. Your hand entagled itself in his hair as you tried to pull him impossibly closer, another hand slowly making its way under his dress shirt that he had donned for the night. His breath hitched at the action, chills running up his spine. Your hands were like fire on his skin, it was making him go wild.

Soon enough, even though you didn't want to, you had to pull away to breathe. You looked up to see his disheveled hair. His lips swollen from kissing you so fiercely. A smile crept on his lips as he looked at you who shared the same dishelveled appearance.

"Wow, I'm sorry if that was too much, you just looked really beautiful and-"

"Just shut up and kiss me again, Weasley." You interrupted him, pulling him back down to meet you in another heated kiss. Small moans left both of your lips as you continued to get impossibly closer. He tapped your leg lightly, before whispering "Jump." You obliged jumping up as he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing you back against the wall. Being level with his face made it so much nicer and easier to kiss him. You have to admit, your neck was getting a little sore from leaning up to kiss him. He just had to be so tall!

Your hands were wrapped around his neck as his hand skirted beneath your dress just enough to rest on your thigh. You pulled away to leave a few kisses down his neck, his hot breath fanned over your ear as he let out a low moan. You could feel his arousal and it only turned you on more. You let one hand slip from his neck and slowly down his chest to the top of his trousers. Fingers barely ghosting below the band. His breath was uneven, trying to hold his composure and you made him come undone. You were so encapsulating and he couldn't get enough of you. He only hoped you wanted this as badly as him. Your fingers played with the band as you continued to leave kisses down his neck, finding a sweet spot to suck on, pulling another moan from his lips.

"Darling.." he spoke threateningly. "Don't- don't start something that you don't want to finish. Because if you keep going, I'm going to want to rip this dress off of you." He spoke lowly, making you want to squirm with excitement.

"Georgie.. who said I wasn't going to finish?" You smirked, feeling his grip on you tighten. There would probably be bruises in the morning, but you didn't care. His eyes darkened, lust blown, wanting nothing more than to completely ravish you right now.

"And Georgie.. I have another dress.. so please, feel free to rip this one off of me."

[innately-pretentious]

hi!! can i please get a bungou stray dogs matchup? im a seventeen year old bisexual girl, & i use she/her pronouns :). im an infp & a cancer!

im a really bubbly and energetic person, and i can be pretty clingy sometimes, especially with the people im close to. im an optimist, and i always try to make the people i love (my friends) feel better. i spend a lot of my time looking after other people, so sometimes i sorta neglect my own needs, but im working on it!! i love yoga, going for walks, baking, writing, and shopping. i no love makeup and anything girly, and I love dressing up even if im not going anywhere, it’s just fun! my love languages are physical touch & gifts. i tend to sorta latch onto people absentmindedly— especially when im worried or scared, but it’s just such a weirdly ground and calming thing?? i love anything cute or soft, and whenever i see animals when im out with my friends i always try to pet them, or if it’s someone walking a dog i ask to. i have a weird fear of bugs, but i still don’t want to kill them, so every time i take them outside it’s at arm length and im like crying the whole time lol. sweet and soft things are absolutely wonderful, and i love little plants that you can keep at a desk or in your room!! i have two and they all have names :)

for my appearance, im 5’2 & i have long light brown hair that i usually curl. i have almond brown eyes, perpetually rosy cheeks, a few stray moles across my face, and im fairly pale. i have a baby face, and people often think im a lot younger than i actually am when i don’t wear makeup. my style is very soft and girly, and almost all of my shoes have some kind of platform because i feel really cool whenever im tall!! i like to think they make me look tough but alas, i know better than that by now… a girl can still hope though!

please & thank you!! i hope you have a nice day and remember to drink some water!! ❤︎

I ship you with Atsushi! 

Both being INFPs you care deeply about the emotions of those around you, he is constantly looking for cues from you as to tell how you are feeling or what your needs might be. He is extremely attentive. He could never even imagine hurting the feelings of his friends, let alone you. He simply wants you to feel happy and at ease in his company. That being said, this was most likely the reason he was hesitant to open up to you at first, his past is not exactly pretty, that tied with his ability was more than enough to make him scared of loosing you. He tries to keep his emotions to himself initially, however as time passes he finds himself coming to you more and more for advice or even comfort. There is no lack of challenging days at the agency and sometimes he just needs to feel you in his arms after a particularly gruelling one. Burying his head into your shoulder, snaking his arms around your waist as your familiar scent calms him down. Sometimes he feels as though you are the only one who can ground him.

You do not have to worry about your clinginess around him at all, he actively encourages it, even if it is subconscious. He has such a fear of abandonment due to his rough past growing up in the orphanage, so the fact that you depend on him so much is incredibly reassuring. I imagine you would share the same love language, which is physical touch, although I do believe it would take a little while for him to be completely at ease in your company. Not wanting to be a burden or let his guard down again in the fear you would leave him, you notice his hesitancy and would like nothing more than to allow him to relax fully in you company. One of the first moments he truly let his guard down would most likely be a few weeks into seeing you. You often find yourselves spending multiple evening together throughout the week, due to his busy work schedule. It became later and later into the night and he was fighting the urge to sleep, determined to spend as much time in your company as he could before he is back in the office again. His eyes becoming heavy as he lies down with his head in your lap, attempting to get closer to you and more comfortable, the sound of the TV working as white noise, with you being distracted at the sweet boy on you legs. Hesitantly running your hands through his hair, brushing it out of the way of his peaceful face, smiling as he subconsciously leans into your touch. You could have stayed like this forever. 

I also believe that his love language would include acts of service, this is extremely noticeable when he notices you love to bake. At fist he is hesitant to help you, casually walking in the kitchen and observing you, apron covered in flour, your eyebrows furrowed as you focus on the task in front of you. Usually he would like to just observe you bake, partly because he would be scared of messing it up but also he just loves the way you skilfully glide around the kitchen. He would be the type of guy to keep a few ingredients on hand around the kitchen, just in case you suddenly got bored whilst he was out at work and wanted to make something tasty. He has never had the opportunity to bake before, although with your reassurance he will come around to helping you out. Even with your careful guidance, he does often leave the kitchen is a state! You can’t get mad though, loving the way he hangs onto every word that comes from your mouth, expelling what to do as he tries to follow you exact instructions. He always manages to get flour somewhere on his face, making you laugh as you are constantly wiping it of his cheek. Whenever this happens he can’t help but blush, feeling you fuss over him at such close proximity is incredibly endearing. 

He is such a caring boyfriend and will always try and support him no matter what. He is your number one cheerleader in everything you do, especially when you come home from you most recent shopping trip. Announcing that he is home and greeting you with a tight hug as always, asking you what you got up to that day. If you did end up going shopping, which he most likely deduced from the multiple bags sat on the kitchen counter he of course would like to see them. By this he does not mean taking them out of the bag and holding them up, oh no. He will expect you to try on act out fit you got. Giving you a boyish grin and asking you to spin around in your new dress, he can’t help the way his lips slowly turn up. He always compliments your fashion taste and can’t get enough of your girly style. And after the lengthy fashion show you often put on for him, he always offers to help you put it away. Neatly folding your clothes and letting his hands linger on the fabric, recalling the way the fabric perfectly moulded to your body. And if you ever decide to dress up for him? He could literally melt. This most likely happens when he has some free time at lunch, asking you to meet him in the local coffee shop near the agency. The first few time he asked you there he was super nervous about you meeting his coworkers, in fear they might scare you off. But as always he had nothing to worry about. When you turned up in such an adorable outfit, looking effortlessly beautiful, he was completely at a loss for words. Holding the door open for you and admiring you from behind, he questions how did he manage to find such a sweet girl. After talking and laughing for well over an hour he finally decides that he needs to get back to work. Offering to walk back with him he of course accepts, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible, you walk him right up to the doors. Pulling you in for a quick hug, placing a small kiss on your forehead as he disappears back into the agency, smiling to yourself as you begin to walk home. As soon as Atsushi returns he is greeted by to an unusual silence, with most of the members staring at him before quickly boarding him with questions about you. Honestly they are all pretty surprised at how he managed to get a girlfriend, let alone someone as lovely looking as yourself. The blush doesn’t go unnoticed by his coworkers as he can’t stop himself from gushing about you. Receiving a pat on the back from Dazai, he couldn’t have been prouder of him. 

The song I associate with you guys would be ‘Dive’ by Tim Atlas!

You sound so sweet! I hope you’re having a lovely day/night and a better tomorrow 💖 💖 

[wanderbreadsworld]

Ok; dvd commentary:

"“Please. I need more. I want to cum so badly. Is this what’ll make you stop killing innocents? Toying with me?” You felt a nod against you at your inquiry. “Then please let me help you too. I want to wrap my lips around your cock and make you feel so-,” But before you could finish your plea, Michael shot up from between your legs, one hand firmly on your throat while the other remained inside of you. He squeezed gently, slowly applying more pressure to remind you who was in charge. That he was the one playing with you. This is what he wants, not the other way around."

I've never read about a deal like this, and their dynamic is so telling and cool and fun to read.

"“Goodnight Michael.” Your tone held the same fondness towards him that it always did. Michael didn’t understand how you did it, but he was so grateful that he may never be able to put it into words.

Instead of a verbal response, Michael gave you a nod as he buried his face in your neck, quickly holding you possessively like a favorite toy, a content hum followed by steady breathing. Such a strong man already asleep.

Following his lead, you slipped into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks. All because of Michael." From the longer fic on your wattpad.

This part gets me bc of his fascination with reader (and the possesiveness who am i kidding)

I dont have any specific questions, but i'd love to hear your thought process in general about this fic if you have the time :))). You're a very skilled writer and some of the scenes/phrases have stayed in my head since reading it <3 Have a great day!!

For the reader pleading with Michael, only for him to remind them who's in charge. I wanted to mostly just show that Michael is, well, in charge. He's a big, strong man who's never been with someone before, and while he cares about you, he's going to take the lead the first few times until he feels more comfortable. But I definitely don't see RZ Michael as a hard dom, and wanted to show him being more caring and sweet in the moment too.

As for the deal? It was something I've never really seen before either that I can think of. Part of it was just to have an excuse to get this whole thing started, another part was because I still want Michael to be able to kill, because I don't think he could live without killing people. So I wanted to "rationalize" it by asking of him to only kill "bad people" (I.e. people who kill innocents for fun, assault, things of that nature).

For Michael's fascination with the reader. He's Michael Myers. No matter how you paint it, any iteration, that man is possessive and obsessive over what he deems "his". Like his obsession with killing Laurie just for escaping him one time? That man is not going to let you go once he has his sights set on you. I wanted to include how he felt about the reader being his (I love the possessiveness too, dw 😉)

Stop, you're too sweet 😭❤. Your writing is amazing too, I love reading everything you put out (especially since we're both hoes specifically for RZ Michael). If you don't mind me asking, I would love to know what parts you can't get out of your head! Then I can add more similar things in future works ;)

(again, y'all are too fucking sweet, I hope y'all have a good night yourselves 💖)