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[dorkjail]

stephen mark mcdaniel was born in 1985 in lilburn georgia to parents mark and glenda mcdaniel.

on june 26th 2011 stephen mcdaniel murdered laura teresa giddings, born april 18th 1984, after breaking into her apartment neighboring his in macon georgia.

mcdaniel strangled laura in her bedroom and dismembered her with a hacksaw in her bathroom, disposing of her body parts in trash bags. her torso was disposed of outside of their apartment complex.

mcdaniel pleaded guilty and was convicted of felony murder. he was sentenced to life imprisonment with the possibility of parole after 30 years.

[writella]

Reckless Romantics

Synopsis: Can be read as a stand alone or part two to getting ready for me; a return to innocent, inexperienced!reader and her relationship with Rick Grimes; two weeks after their first time together there has been some distance, but now Rick wants to make up for how hasty he was when he touched her last.

Details: Rick Grimes x fem!reader, smut: oral (f receiving) and teaching reader how to give a handjob, unspecified (of age) age gap, sweetness + kissing + a little mutual pining maybe, probably cliche, and leaning more into Rick as the dutiful leader and gentle lover (I feel this is just as in character as dom!Rick). Reader is a music lover— any kind of music you like— but she also likes a specific band only because I watched a documentary about them at the theater in July so it made its way into the story. Slightly proofread— will be corrected more later. wc: 5-7k (I lost track after finishing it on tumblr).

A/N: I wrote this message before I returned for the summer, but I still want you to read it: Been spending time outside this summer, trying to reach some goals— time got away from me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop saying I miss you, but please know it’s always true.

— with love from writella, my beautiful reader. ♡

Rick Grimes was not a man to give in to temptation.

My mercy prevails over my wrath, he’d say— his secret keepsake phrase. The one he whispers to himself in moments of hardship; the one he uses when he needs to make decisions only a leader would. Rick was a man of discipline; honor. He never boasted about how seriously he took these qualities, but when others did— admired, applauded, stuck by him for it— it would be a lie to say that he didn’t take note and use their pride to keep him going. This is how he knows he is strong-willed, why he wouldn’t fall for foolish, forbidden things. He was better than that. The safety and prosperity he brought to Alexandria proved it, reaffirmed it.

So why couldn’t someone remind him of that two weeks ago before he touched you?

As for you, you believed yourself to be a girl who wouldn’t fall so easily for the first man who showed you any kind of affection.

From an adolescence of peers who never seemed to take notice of you to one filled with walkers and adults who were either dead or seldom your age, you learned how hard love, let alone any connection, is to come by. It has made you quite the perpetual daydreamer because of it. One with a heart and mind filled with fantasy worlds, creating what you lacked externally. It often made you see yourself as much younger than you were despite all you’ve been through. No regular person your age in the old world has probably escaped as many deaths and wannabe cowboy dictators as you have. Still, they probably knew what it was like to have a high school romance, or at least go to the movies with friends, and have graduated from well, anything. You were simply born too late and shoved into this new world too early to experience even half of it.

This upbringing has brought you up to believe yourself precocious, although— maybe you were already too old for that word now. No, you were, so maybe– sensible, realistic despite the overactive imagination; you could decipher between right and wrong, real versus fake. This is why, for as long as you could, you did not entertain any thoughts of Rick Grimes.

Other people would though, women mostly. But you did have your suspicions of others who thought the same— they just weren't as shameless. Those who were, could be found during lunch breaks from work on house porches; or laughing and whispering at community gatherings and at the back of town hall meetings. Basically any time or place they could turn into a gossip session, which was often. And it didn’t always have to do with Rick. It could be about any one of the men in town; or retelling funny moments to their friends or complaining about their co-workers. But anything of true, great interest always had to do with the community leaders. You wish you could say you were the exception to this interest, but hypocritically, you loved a good inside scoop, and luckily for you, you had a trustworthy way about you. Almost everyone who spoke to you or allowed you to sit with them and their friends for meals agreed: you were a intent, quiet listener making you the best kind of person to say things to without judgment; and people assumed you as shy, yet you loved to laugh which was great for boosting egos. They often treated you as a little sister in that way, as if the pleasure was all yours to get to hear their ramblings because they were either older or perceived themselves to be more sociable and experienced than you. You tried not to care too much about what they took you for. It was nice to feel trusted, even if people could be a little too mean or weird for your liking because no matter who it was, they made you feel as if you were watching television, and you missed television. They told you things from period mishaps– (it’s the apocalypse, there are a lot of free bleeding queens okay)— to which people in their workstations annoyed them most with very detailed explanations as to why and, of course, rumors or general talk about the leaders: who they thought each of them has slept with, if there seemed to be any fighting between them and what side they were taking, and obviously, anything that had to do with one of the guys. Some were downright obvious that one or the other was their type, while others might try to be more sly about it, always bringing whichever man it was up more than the others. But unless they were diehard Daryl girls, wanted to dominate Glenn, or had some military man, hot priest, or doctor kink for Abraham, Gabriel, or Siddiq, most of them apparently felt that Rick was the love of their lives. He was like a local celebrity. A band’s frontman.

“So, what about you?” One of your scavenging partners asked on the ride home. “Which one do you like?”

“They’re all attractive guys,” you say, keeping your eyes on the road. “But I don’t really think about them like that.” You feel a flush coming on. Crushes, or anything romantic, is a part of your internal world, not something you discuss aloud.

“Come on,” she prods. “You never join in. You just laugh at us for being delusional.”

“Whose us?” Rosita asks, her voice sharp, humorous, and not without judgment. “I don’t talk about that shit.” But secretly, she loved the drama as much as you and would have many questions for you later tonight about why you have yet to tell her of the town obsession of treating her friends like the cast of a reality show.

“I don’t laugh at you! I like it when you guys talk about that stuff.”

“But what I’m saying is that I didn’t let you ride shotgun this time so you can hold out again,” the girl jokes half-heartedly.

“What do you mean this time? I get to ride shotgun because I’m the one with the CDs.”

And it’s true, the only thing that cancelled out the silence of drive in moments where conversation ceased was your Oasis album playing in the background. Learning about the band was your new obsession. Much like listening to the crazy imaginations of the girls in town, you found the Gallagher brother rivalry riveting even if you only knew pieces of the story from the music, scraps of magazine articles, and by asking whoever in town happened to be a teen in the 90s. Thankfully you had hit the jackpot today though. One of the houses you visited was once occupied by a dad and daughter with an insane music collection in the living room and a smaller, more curated one in the girl’s room. After gathering what new music you wanted to try from downstairs, you also found some old issues of QuizFest in the girl’s room, filled with activities that were themed with shows you remember from when you were a kid, but the most important discovery— the find of all finds— was one of those Ultimate Guide, Complete Life Story magazines of none other than the band Oasis.

You would now probably know all of the drama between the brothers to tell a coherent story about the band’s history to anyone who wanted an escape from walker related events and farming talk. When you weren’t listening, that’s what people would come to you for: to borrow music, get recommendations, or to tell them a story. In all, you were getting the reputation of being the town’s music historian, meaning you usually used your knowledge to avoid talking about yourself. And it mostly worked.

Except for now.

“Well, if I had to guess,” the girl persists despite your silence, “I think it would be Rick.”

“What?” Noticing the incredulity in your tone, you calm your voice. Shrugging you say, “Why Rick? Everyone likes him.”

Rosita sends a look your way. It’s innocent enough, probably just showing that she is still listening on as she drives but you were refusing to look at anyone now to know for sure.

“Exactly,” the girl says. “He’s a classic knight in shining armor type. I feel like he’d talk you through it, which I think would be good for— someone like you.”

Your face is on fire, you can’t even speak properly. “I- first of all, what do you know about my experience?” you ask, the incredulous tone returning. But all you get as an answer is knowing snorts and chortles from the two women. Ouch. Nonetheless, you continue, “Second, you think shooting a guy in the head in front of his wife and the whole town is chivalrous?”

Oh—

That makes car goes quiet.

You know you made a mistake.

You didn’t mean it as crassly as you said it, and you did feel bad for saying it knowing that the situation was more difficult than you summed it up to be, but you didn’t apologize. All this talk about crushes and especially Rick made you embarrassed. It’s not that you didn't see what others saw anyway. Of course you noticed how nice Rick’s curls are, how he doesn’t have to use any product for them to look as they do; or those blue eyes and how when you get closer, they become that much more stark and crisp; or how good he was at talking to people, convincing them of things or simply just reassuring them as a friend; and that southern drawl that still sometimes catches you by surprise by sounding so pronounced at the end of certain words, making his voice that much more intoxicating. Of course you saw the appeal, but that didn’t mean you had a crush on him.

Right?

Maybe it doesn’t matter. You just felt you knew better. He was like a president. You know of them, and you believe in them, but you don’t get close to them. And it didn’t matter that he told Carl to personally deliver you a stereo he and Daryl found while out once. How he remembered how you liked music. How he told Carl to tell you this one was probably better than the old one you had, that it was louder. You only showed him your old stereo that once when he was helping you move. He was just a perceptive guy with a good memory. All leaders are like that.

Right?

Anyway, let’s get back to your crass… joke.

“Hilarious.” Rosita says and you hear the low contempt in her voice at your insensitivity.

“That was ages ago though,” the girl chimes in, saving you just a little, “and he did it to help her. He didn’t care about the mess he made. He save her. I’d say that’s pretty romantic.”

“Let’s not call that romantic,” Rosita scoffs, and despite the slight frustration, there was a quiet sadness in her voice at the memory. “That wasn’t love.”

“That was reckless, not romantic.” You agree. Partly because you truly do, but also in attempt to win back favor from your friend. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

But after that day, it was all you could think about.

The idea of a knight; a romantic; someone that would do anything for you, ruin his reputation for you; find gifts from the outside that he’d send is son to give to you. Maybe you did find it charming, idyllic.

These thoughts soared in your mind so much so that on one night when thinking about boys from books or your favorite artists wasn't enough during moments under your sheets when your back arched and your fingers trailed up your thighs, your mind switched from people you would never meet to him, to Rick. Your eyes scrunched tighter, and you tried to shake it away, telling yourself it was just the women in town and the talk in the car getting to you. But then you thought about how rich and hot pink his lips looked on a bright sun-burning day and how it would feel like flames firing inside of you if he kissed you with them.

Ideas like these went on for nearly a year now. You even started questioned if maybe you had always liked him, maybe you were always just like the other girls even though tried to not be. You had thought it made you respectful, realistic; after all, how could Rick be the love of your life if he was everyone’s? Wonderings like this became even worse and more confusing when Rosita had asked if you’d like to move in with her. Becoming closer with her meant being around the leaders more often, which meant coincidental encounters and conversations with Rick as well. Quickly, he wasn’t just that president or celebrity anymore who talked to you sometimes and got you that stereo that once. He was becoming a peer— at least in some ways. One who was curious about your interests as much as your opinions. But it’s not exactly like you were in the in-crowd now as some people assumed. You didn’t get to go to leader meetings, and as much as you knew Rosita must have been telling you more than others know, she couldn’t have been telling you everything. But you did see him more than other people now, when he and the leaders came over to the house or when Rosita was invited over to theirs and she’s tell you to come too. And now, with these thoughts spiraling, you can’t help but to look back at the at the times where Rick approached you, gave you all his attention no matter how small it was and asked you about what you were listening to or reading that week, letting you ramble. He was an older guy, yes, but he cared, he actually listened, and he didn’t make you feel like the childish little sister others do.

Sadly, you did become the fawn like you had told yourself you wouldn’t be. But you couldn’t stop picturing him when you closed your eyes, and in fact, it was nice to imagine someone to fall asleep with, to wake up to. It was just going be your secret. Part of your fantasy world. But then— it all caught up to you.

Through the sliver of the open door he saw you, fingers between folds, goading yourself on as you chanted his name in whispers.

And to your surprise, he encouraged it. No, he did so much more than that— he helped you, made you come; gave you your first orgasm and made you his like no one has before.

You loved it. You gave into it. Even if it was just one secret moment. It made you give into the idea that this would continue but of course, it didn’t. He hasn’t spoken to you in almost three weeks until—

“Woah-” you gasp, almost crashing into just the person as you exit your room.

“Sorry,” you both say in unison, holding onto each other's forearms before quickly letting go. Your arms cross over into your chest before dropping as you enter your room again, clearing the hallway, and his hands go behind his back. He’s still as unsteady as you are, his mouth is slightly open, thinking of what to say.

“Hi,” you whisper tentatively.

“Good morning,” he politely replies. His eyes now smile slightly as he nods to you. You don’t miss how the light emanating from your bright room makes them shine. And he doesn’t miss how the light shining behind your figure makes you, in your white cotton sundress, look like an absolute angel.

“Good morning,” you repeat, giggling slightly, not knowing what else to say.

“Good morning,” he says again, lost and as giddy as you are.

“Oh wait— is the leader’s meeting here today?” Rick starts to nod and answers yes as you continue to speak, “I totally forgot! I’m sorry. I know I should be gone by now.”

He shakes his head, “It’s fine. I was just going to the bathroom.”

“Here? Was someone in the one downstairs?”

“Just wanted to be away from everyone when they came. Daryl and I came early so we started talking and I just- we didn’t see eye to eye on something. I needed a minute.”

You nod. That seems to be your signature when to talk to him. You hated it honestly. Often over-analyzing your words, worrying you’ll sound immature or stutter in front of him. “I'm sorry,” you tell him sympathetically. For a moment there is only silence which makes you worry he will go away, so without thinking, you ask: “I know you’re busy but, if you need a moment, maybe you would like to come in here instead?”

Rick freezes but then, inevitably agrees. As he enters, you close the door and quickly go to shut off the low playing stereo and rehang some of the dresses on your chair in the closet— you had been getting ready for the day. Rick goes to sit on the chair after you empty it but you stop him. You sit on the vertical side of your bed and guesture Rick to sit in the spot next to you, closer to the headboard. You wanted to sit next to him.

Rick doesn’t question this, maybe he wanted to be as close to you as you had, so as he sits, your thighs touch. You try not to move too much at the first contact. Still, the heat that starts to burn inside you makes you realize how much you’ve craved this. Can two weeks feel like a lifetime? It’s like you haven’t felt him in ages.

“What were you playing today?” He asks and you realize you eyes went straight to the area where yours and Rick’s legs touched. You know he noticed but still you try to answer normally.

“Selena. Rosita loves her. It’s one of her most famous songs: Amor Prohibido.”

He nods. “I probably wouldn’t understand a bit of it,” he laughs.

He would probably remember the singer from the news if you gave more context but you don’t. There is a silence that follows until you ask, “So,” starting slowly, “what’s wrong? Is Daryl aright?”

He doesn’t answer. His mouth is open as if he’s deciding what to say, but nothing comes out, so you continue, “You know, nothing is ever right in the world when Rick and Daryl fight. It makes me sad.”

The joke makes those lines at the sides of his eyes appear— a quiet laugh. “Well you know I’d never want to make you sad. Especially not you.” You two exchange a light smile while that heat rises fast to your heart. “We’ll be fine,” he finally says, but then he goes quiet again. Rick seems unsure if he wants to continue. He even looks at the door, wonders if the others have shown up yet, but— he knows he doesn’t want to leave. And even more, he knows he shouldn’t after ignoring you like some teenage boy. He decides to tell you what’s happening: “Daryl wants us to bring new people in. You know how he’s always going out there. But I think it’s way too soon.”

You hum agreeingly, but at the same time, you understand Daryl. “I think he just likes to give people what he never used to have,” you suggest.

“I know,” he nods a bit annoyedly; “and that’s a nice way to put it, but you know him, when he has his mind set on somethin’ he can be so damn stubborn. It’s frustrating. He won’t compromise or listen to anything.”

Endearingly, you try to withhold a laugh, your lisp pursing. Not only because when he says anything, it actually sounds like anythang, but because Rick sounds like he’s describing himself and he doesn’t even realize it.

“And,” he adds, pausing for a moment before he continues, scratching his beard. It looks as if maybe he shouldn’t tell you what he’s about to. His head hangs low to say: This is not information for everyone to know, okay? But the last time he went out there with Glenn, the reason Glenn’s arm is in a sling right now, is because they met a group, tried to bring them back and before they could make it even close to home, the group fought ‘em, tried to steal what they scavenged, and almost kill Glenn.”

You widen your eyes at the statement. You actually already knew this from Rosita, but that will stay between you two. All you feel is humbled that he felt he share it with you, despite it being a dark thing. It was a close call. Rick was right for being very cautious right now. “Wow,” is all you can get in before he speaks again.

“Imagine if we lost him. Fought this war with his wife and unborn baby at the time for nothing? So he couldn’t even meet him?” Rick shakes his head, and you notice his foot tapping lightly, making his knee bounce. This had happened a month ago now but it was obviously affecting him. “It was reckless and I told him that. That right now we need to be focusing on what’s inside these walls. People have only just started getting back to being comfortable now; to feeling like this is a home.”

Your eyes remain wide, “We did so much rebuilding you.”

“We did complete rebuilding.” He corrects, though not rudely. Shaking his head, he goes back to talking about Daryl: “I think I made it seem like what happened to Glenn was his fault. So not only were we arguing but I must’ve hurt him,” Rick realizes, “and now he definitely won’t be back today— maybe not even until next week.”

A silence hangs in the air after this; it seems he finished. Now, you know you should speak, but as the silence continues, you grow more unsure of what to say. Issues like these are things you’ve never dealt with. You didn’t want to say something stereotypical.

“I’m sorry I’m putting all this on you.”

“No, no,” you quickly console, trying to think. “Um, well,” you say, starting unsteadily, “this is probably going to sound stupid and not helpful. I don’t even remember the exact context or what was truly said so it might not make any sense either but, do you remember when I had my Oasis obsession? Earlier this year?”

“I do,” he laughs, turning his head over to your music table. His eyes scan any of the visible album titles to see if he can find it, but the print on most of them are too small. He turns back to you as you continue:

“This is going to sound a little far off but I think you and Daryl are like Liam and Noel.”

His eyebrows furrow, “Didn’t those two hate each other?”

“I mean, yes— but it’s much more complicated than that to me— but no, I don’t mean in that way. It just that there is this quote Noel says that I don’t remember exactly, but I really liked: he said that even though he wrote the music and Liam did the singing that Liam meant the words just as much as Noel did because they’re brothers and he wrote them. I thought that was beautiful, but…” you trail off.

He stays silent, trying to give you space to find your words but you feel like you’ve gone too far. It’s all pretty convoluted and not a true comparison to what’s going on that you’re even confusing yourself a little. “I think what I mean is that even though they have their different roles, they still feel very similar things and believe in the same purpose. I think that’s like you and Daryl. You two are so similar yet so different. But there’s still a binding force that always brings the two of you together. So, like I’m sure you already know and I didn’t even need to tell you, but you two will be okay. You two have different ways of doing things, but the music or the life you’re trying to create in Alexandria still has the same meaning to the both of you.” You laugh small and breathily as you end. “That probably didn’t make sense.”

Rick smiles to himself. “I didn’t get that first bit, with the quote, but no… that made a lot of sense to me.” He nods toward you and you return his smile. “You’re so bright. You know that? Not everyone knows how to stitch things together like that the way you do.”

This makes you feel good. Rick thought you were smart. You know you should say thank you, but instead, something else comes out: “May I, may I kiss you?”

“Yes,” he answers, almost stuttering it out, a hint of hesitation before he did, but he nods so kindly, so reassuringly as he tells you again: “yes.”

Your fingers touch his lower cheeks lightly, feeling the bristles of his beard. You’re slow, and careful, and scared. Your fingers linger on his jaw for a moment until they completely caress his right cheek and then you move in, swiftly— worried you’ll lose your confidence, worried he’ll change his mind. You catch his lower lip and seal the kiss. Your lips are locked for a few seconds until you retreat. It was nice, and exciting, but short. You knew you could have put your tongue in his mouth. You believe he would have let you because you remember when he did it last time, but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by doing it wrong and once again reminding him how much you don’t know. But you’re sure giving him a grade school kiss like this one was enough of a reminder.

Your eyes roll down, chin low. Your cheeks are on fire and your hands do not know where to go so you start fiddling with the hem of your dress and then you laugh. You were trying to be courageous this time, and you were, but you also weren’t.

Rick grabs your left hand, holding it at the end of your thigh, “I liked that,” he says softly.

“You did?” You ask as softly as he, eyes meeting his.

A short, airy snicker comes out, “Mhm,” he hums, giving you a closed-mouth smile. He found you simply adorable.

“Can I… try it again?”

Rick pulls on your forearm, attempting to bring you closer to him. “Yeah,” he nods, voice gentle. “Do you want me to help?”

You nod before you speak, happily accepting, “Yes.”

He puts your hands on his shoulders. One of his grabs onto your waist and the other holds you lightly under your chin, adjusting your head to meet his lips. The first kiss he places holds just for a couple of moments as the one you gave him did, gentle but packed with longing. The next two are slow, pretty pecks that already have you melting at his touch, lips agape waiting for the next one. The fourth is the one where he brings his tongue into your mouth, carefully bringing it in quarter by quarter. He tastes the top of your mouth and tongue and you feel him as he slowly starts to explore how far you may like to go, but truly you become stagnant other than your hands that press into his shoulder. Luckily, Rick either doesn’t notice your hesitation or is already silently helping you as he takes the lead, pulling you closer by the hips and slipping his tongue in and out of your mouth to kiss you more. It makes you smile— the excitement of your first make-out session. You giggle, and then it makes him smile too and your teeth slightly bump into each other. Accidently you nip his lip because of it, making you pull back.

Your fingers hover over your lips as you impart a quiet apology but Rick just shakes his head giving you another quick kiss instead. He starts to move back on your bed, back pressed again the headboard and he tells you quietly, “Come here.”

You get up and sit higher up on the bed as well, calves folded under your thighs. He takes one of your legs and starts to put it over his as he asks, “Is this okay?”

You nod, vigor growing as you do it now, thrilled to sit on his lap. Your dress bunches around your hips and the tops of your thighs. You move closer to press your chest into his and you kiss him first again, another small one but with intent as you look at him afterward, feeling the scratch of his beard on your fingertips as you smile at him, in awe that this is happening.

“You want to try this time?”

“Uh,” he means you put your tongue in his mouth this time, but you’re afraid to do it wrong but you know you want to say yes so you do, “Yes, okay.”

So he brings you in again and you kiss him. He mouth opens a little and you try to bring your tongue in slightly but you teeth clash. “Sorry,” and quickly he responds that it’s okay and rubs your cheek, telling you to just open your mouth a little wider, no teeth, let your tongue go on top of his.

You try it. Your tongues meet again, licking each other tips before you slowing press in more, your chest touching his as you try to close the gap.

Rick starts slowly rocking your hips against his and he takes control of the kiss again. It helps you not think, you like it. And you like the feeling of that incoming tight bulge starting to form under his jeans, but then you let go. “Wait,” you say, “I like this.” You pause for a moment, confusing him more as to why you stopped. “But… there is something I wanted to ask you.”

“Okay,” his hand stay fixed on your hips and waist, rubbing soothily, “What it is?”

Another pause. “I feel nervous,” you whisper.

“You have no reason to be, sweetheart. You can ask me anything.”

You laugh, smiling as you look off to the side. Anythang.

He smiles too, although unknowingly to what you found funny. His head tilts as he tries to find your gaze and turn it towards him again.

“Well, the last time we were together here you taught me how to do something. You taught me how to pleasure myself better so,” you stutter, “I want to pleasure you. If that’s okay. And I was wondering if you’d teach me how- to touch you here.” You remove yourself from straddling him and point in the direction of his cock.

Instantly he feels a stir of his already hardening dick.

This is not how he expected things to go this time. Or truly, he didn’t expect any of this at all, but when you asked to kiss him he decided he would be gentle, more giving. It felt like you wanted him to take again, the exact thing he was trying not to do. “I feel like I took advantage of you last time.”

“Rick…” you shake your head. “I’m the one who didn’t close the door all the way. You asked if it was okay and then you asked if you could go faster. I said yes to everything…” You start to worry— is he second guessing everything now?—“I feel maybe we remember this differently.” You bow your head again now. Feeling ashamed, wondering if he did.

Rick places one hand on your knee to comfort you although he still says, “It’s just that I’ve never done something like this before.” His thumb sways on your skin. “I just don’t want you to end up feeling like you’re wasting your time. Your first times.”

You’re surprised, “It’s so funny how you can be so self-assured in front of a crowd and now you don’t think you’re good enough.” You take his hand and press it towards your chest. Your heart was racing. “I like you. So much.” You swallow as he says your name softly, realizing how fast your heart was going. “No one in town is truly ever mean to me or anything, and Rosita has been so kind with letting me move in with her and we talk and its nice but, you know— she has her flings and her friendships that are separate from mine and everyone just always seems like they have their person and I just don’t. I don’t have my person, or any person.” You remove your hands from your chest but Rick still holds onto it, squeezing your hand as you start speaking again. “You’re kind, Rick, and you make me excited, and you remember things about me… “ If your face could get any hotter, it does, “And, well, you’re very handsome. If you could teach me again, I would like that.”

God… Rick was trying to be a romantic yet you were so adamant on getting him off. He laughed inwardly, shaking his head, deciding that the best way to handle this situation— and make up for some of his guilt as he was trying to— would be to give you the thing you say you want and not what he thinks you want. Suppose that’s one for widower’s wisdom.

Decidedly, Rick gets up from the bed, giving you a once over, still admiring how adorable, and how sexy, you look to him with your feet under your lap, hands on your knees as you look up at him from the bed and your white dress. He starts undoing his shirt buttons. “Remember when I did this the first time?”

A smirk came on, there’s the Rick you remember. Blue eyes intense, and voice getting cocky as he gets ready to give you what you need, what he knows you only want from him.

“Yes,” you say quiet yet with budding excitement. You start going for the hem of your dress, “Should I start taking this off too?”

“Mm, stay like that.” He’s taking off his belt. “Thought you looked beautiful in it right when I saw you.”

Your thighs squeeze together slightly. Rick Grimes was undressing before you, for you, and calling you smart and beautiful all the while.

As Rick lowers his boxers, his cock springs up. He returns to his spot on the bed, back leaning against the headboard. All of a sudden he seems to truly recognize that he is the only one exposed. He would tell you what to do, guide you, but in a small way, in a way you probably didn’t realize, you were in control. It seems that each time this happens— although it’s only been twice— and each time he talks to you— which has been plenty— you steal a little more of Rick’s heart and he just can’t stop it.

“So,” he clears his throat, your eager eyes on his cock making him twitch, “you usually just wrap your hand around, start from the base and keep pumping up.” He shakes his head, “there’s not too much too it but it’s best to keep your hand light at the start, you—”

You nod quickly, “May I?”

As he nods back you, “Yes.” And as he says it you’re already licking your hand.

“Is it okay if I spit? That helps right? Or is that nasty to you?”

He’s caught off guard, “No, no, that helps.”

So you do and you place your hand lightly at the base as he said and you start to pump. Instantly, he lets out a gasp, and the next noises that follow are repressed grunts and groans. You want to ask him to stop doing that but you’re a little scared to speak up that way just yet and you’re too engrossed in how you can see the light veins of green and blue on him and how he’s so red at the tip. It was honestly exciting. Just this, touching him with your hand, staring at his member and watching him twitch as his mouth opens to pant lightly. It still felt unreal but you liked it and you were happy to learn. You start to pump him more towards the top, placing your thumb on his slit- pressing in. His abs clench at that. You push in a little harder and you squeeze your fist around him a little— testing it out to see what happens—and he groans, unadulterated this time, “oh, fuck.”

The heel of your foot that’s under your lap pushes into your center at that.

You start pumping faster. “Am I doing good, Rick?”

Hearing your voice sets him off, “Fuck, sweetheart. Yes.” He’s honestly choking out each of his words, he didn’t expect to get so turned on by all of this. He realizes the last time he had sex was with you that first time, and before that… he can’t even remember. “You’re doing an amazing job.”

As you pump, you start to slow down, only doing it shallowly towards his base. You’re feeling confident and you kiss the side of him, licking a fat stripe up to the top and then you pump him fully again.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he breathes out. He wants to tell you to slow down but it comes out of nowhere, he stutters before he can even speak. An unintelligible groan mixed with a moan comes out abrupt and louder than he intends and white spurts of liquid come out.

You go faster for a few moments, then start to slow down, a little unsure of what is best to do, but you notice when you start squeezing him a little more as you continue to pump up and more whiteness fall out from inside of him.

“Did I, make you come?”

“Yeah,” he says, huffing.

“I did?” your cheekbones rise as you ask with awe— it was another first for the books.

Rick’s tries to let his embarrassment fade, he can tell you were just excited about it, but still, he looks down and to the side, avoiding direct eye contact— almost like you typically would. You peer at him, almost nervously because of it. Rick is usually the confident one. “Doesn’t always happen that fast,” he explains.

“Well before a month ago I didn’t know how to make myself come so I wouldn’t know,” you say with self-deprecating assurance. You had heard from the girls in town that it was easier to make men orgasm. You already had it in your head as something not to judge. You wonder how hard he must have been restraining himself the first time he placed himself inside you, or if it just happened to be easier for him that time around. “I didn’t expect I could do it or anything really. I thought it was…” you smile while giggling, “interesting.”

“A good interesting I hope.”

“Very,” you assure. “I liked it.” You kiss his cheek as you take some wipes that are by your night stand and you start cleaning him up. He doesn’t tell you that you don’t have to; he helps along with you.

“You sure you’ve never done any of this before?”

You shake your head. “I just read fiction books.”

He smiles to himself, a quiet snort of laughter leaving his nose. You always surprise him.

When you two are done cleaning, he puts his boxers back on. Quickly, he is on the bed again and starts to kissing you. Rick holds your shoulder and pushes you down. Finally, it’s time for his redemption, he feels. It was your turn to be pleasured. Just like he wanted to do from the beginning.

Rick kisses down your neck to your collarbone, and the parts of your exposed chest and he pushes your dress up past your hips. His lips move back up to yours, kissing you more before saying, “I really wanna show you something sweetheart.” He presses his thumb into your clit over your underwear. “Can I kiss you down there? Have you ever had that before?”

You shake your head slowly, eyes wide. “I-” you start nodding your head, “-I would really like that.” And in such a small voice you add, “Please.”

Rick kisses your cheek. Deep and softly he breathlessly tells you, “I would love to.”

Rick moves his head lower and gives you slow kisses over your underwear from your mound to the end of your lips. He starts to drag your panties over your legs and once they’re gone he kisses up your thighs. Then his nose rubs and sways ever so lightly on your lips. He breathes in and it makes you shutter. Your heart is going crazy again. Finally, he licks upward. One long and languid stripe ending with a kiss to your clit and then he truly begins.

Tongues are wet and sticky and everything you ever dreamed of. Your eyes roll back instantly from that first lick and kiss. You remember a time when you started touching yourself that you used to never think of receiving oral. You thought it was scary, nasty, that you wouldn’t like it until the moment you thought about it as a million kisses on your most sensitive lips, or someone liking you so much that they’d get drenched by your wetness just to touch you, to taste you. After that, you thought about it all the time and now it was finally happening– someone needing you so much they just had to know what you taste like. Here he was: kissing, licking, sucking, not caring about how he looks but only how you feel— you now knew what it was like to be desired.

Rick presses his tongue flat on your clit, rubbing deep circles. His eyes are open, looking up at how your mouth opens wider and wider. You let out little whimpers, enamored by his tongue, still deciding if you like the scratch of his beard, but your eyes stay glued to the ceiling, scared to look at the scene below.

He gives you kitten licks in between speaking, “Look down. Don’t miss your first time.”

Your eyes go down slowly, watching as he gives open mouth kisses to your clit and right lip, tilting his head. He stays there for a moment, hearing your short and breathy pants, kissing and licking your clit and lower lips like they were the ones above your chin. His eye contact sends bursts of sticky wet fluid down your hole and you release a whimpered moan, they’re always sp short and soft and high pitched. He can tell you like it but he can also see you’re nervous. You don’t trust yourself, you know it, and he’s starting to realize it too. You’re scared of completely letting go.

He peppers kisses to your clit before moving upward, his tongue rolling and mouth kissing from your lower stomach to your breasts till his face reaches yours again. “No one’s here,” he tells you. He then kisses your lips allowing you to taste yourself for the first time. “Relax,” he whispers, rolling out each syllable. He holds your chin with one hand while he inserts a finger into your hole with the other, his pointer is instantly drenched and you shudder at the feeling. His single calloused finger reminds you of the time he was last inside you. He pumps slowly, looking into your eyes as he speaks, “Don’t think about who could come downstairs.”

“What if Rosita or Daryl come back?”

“What if?” He says it so simply as if he’s ready for everyone to know. Truly, that would be an issue, but right now it was not about him and it was completely about you; he wanted to give. It was short-sighted, reckless, yes, but… you were just so pretty, so bright, so insightful, and he felt like he needed to make up for all the taking he did last time, of your first time. Rosita had went to run after Daryl, hopefully no one was here anyway. But again, he didn’t care. It didn’t matter. “Lay back,” he gently commands, “forget what I said before- close your eyes. Just give in to it. Like I’m the only one who's here.”

Rick licks zig zag stripes down your slit and then he decides to insert his tongue in your hole. He goes as deep as his tongue allows, collecting your wetness and trying to swallow it in moments when he turns back to kissing. He his nose is brushing and rubbing up against your clit as he sucks wetness from down below and you start letting out stringy moans you can’t control. Soft, pretty, and continuous, “uh, ah, uh, uh” that turn into “sorry, I’m sorry.” You’re still self-conscious about your own noises. This was still only the second time you’ve heard the sounds you make when someone else is fucking you.

But Rick shushes you. Giving small kisses to your clit as he looks up at you, seeing your scrunched eyes and open mouth. “I like knowing you like it, pretty girl. I like all those pretty sounds you’re making.”

Your pussy tightens around nothing at that phrase.

“Keep going. You don’t have to be shy.” He grabs your chin and you look down at him. His beard is wet. “We’ve already made a mess anyway.”

He starts kissing your labias, licking up wetness when you decide to ask, nervously, “Can you make sounds too?”

Instantly, Rick goes again to kiss your clit, humming into it as he sucks. Breathing against you he says, “Want me to tell you I like it, sweetheart?” His tongue slides down again, tongue reaching into your hole and he moans into your pussy.

Your back arches and you mewl, you could almost scream.

That’s it, he thinks. Rick keeps humming and groaning into you now. His voice is so seductive. “I love tasting your pussy, baby.”

You couldn’t breathe.

Rick starts rubbing your clit with his thumb and going fast with his tongue in your hole “My bright, pretty girl gonna come for me? Hm?”

“Oh, Rick, I want to. Please, Rick.”

Rick starts to go faster and your brain turns to mush. Only noises coming out and when he stops his tongue movements to say something more you push his head down. “Sorry,” you say. You’ve never been forceful before but he says nothing, just continues going down on you and taking his free hand to place it over his, gesturing that he wants your hands in his hair. You tug on his curls and he grunts into you. You start chanting his name and then he switches to placing his lips on your clit and putting two fingers in your pussy. It reminded you of the first time but instead of your three fingers they were two of his and it felt so much better than you ever knew before, better than you could ever do it yourself. It sets you off. Your eyes shut tighter if they could. “Rick! Oh my god,” you moan and then again and again and then you come.

Rick laps at your cunt, vigorously trying to wipe you clean. He makes it look like it will be the last and only time. It makes you worry but at the same time he looks so sexy like that; needy for you even after you finished.

He takes your wipes and cleans his lips before cleaning you up as you did for him. He kisses you thighs and your lips and your cheeks as he continues. “You did such a good job,” he says. “You always do.”

You’re filled with pride at that. “Thank you.” Then worry sets in. You realize how public you’ve made everything. “Did I just ruin your life?”

He laughs while caressing your thigh. That anxious expression of yours that he just got rid of returns after all the work he did.

“I’m gonna check downstairs. Okay? If they’re there, they’re there.” You nod. We already made a mess anyway, you remember him saying. “They might want to start the meeting when I go down so, whatever happens, happens alright? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Your eyes are still nervous, but it’s all too late anyway. “Okay,” you respond.

“Okay,” he says back, kissing you once more. As he dresses himself again, he tells you, “I promise I won’t wait two weeks to see you again.”

“I’d like that.”

“Me too,” he says as a send off and goes into the bathroom to clean his face.

When he reaches the living room, there is no one. Rick is thankful but confused.

As he nears the coffee table there is a sheet of yellow lined legal pad with a talkie next to it.

Call when you’re done, it reads.

“Rosita?” He questions into the device. Who else could it have been, right?

He can almost hear the grin on her face. “They should start calling you Reckless Rick for all the agony you put these Alexandria girls through.” She pauses for dramatic effect. “There’s just something about that stupid hair cowboy accent, I guess.”

Before he can respond, telling her that it’s absurd to think of him as a playboy, that he was far from it, she continues:

“So, fucking my roommate? You’re glad Glenn and Maggie called everyone over to theirs instead. Hershel took his first steps while you were teaching someone else how to take theirs.”

She unpressed the button to suppress her laughter. “Just get over here,” she concludes, putting down the walkie and going back to meet the rest of the group with a perfect poker face. She tells everyone Rick will be here shortly.

Oh, Alexandria’s leader and her new little best friend who has been hearing the townswomen’s fantasies of him for years: Reckless Rick and his reckless romantic girl.

Rosita would give you so much shit for this when she gets home.

[thatfrailsoul]

– If you love me, then love me from the heart

tarot pick a pile reading ( → 1, 2, 3 )

pictures from pinterest → one, two, three

Slow down for a moment. Give your conscious mind a moment of rest, allow it to step back. Instead, listen to your subconscious mind, to that inner voice, to the intuition that is guiding you to the pile in which your message hides. A message about the love that your heart is longing for. The one that you are hoping to find…

This is our third reading from our divinatory jukebox, inspired by possibly one of the most beautiful songs that I've ever heard - "Yağmur Yağar Taş Üstüne" by Mustafa Güzel and Batuhan Fırat (feat. Belkıs Güzel). I'm so deeply grateful for the person that suggested this song and gave us the possibility not only to discover it, but also to have such a deep and tender message through this reading. It is difficult to find the correct translation for this song, but I strongly encourage you to listen and read it, as it is simply magical in the softest way. I will leave you the links that were recommended to me here, in case you would like to listen to it. And if you would like to see a pick a pile reading inspired by your favourite song, you can discover more about how to participate here↓♡!

♪♡♪ Divinatory Jukebox ♪♡♪

P.s. This is my first attempt at a longer reading, so if you feel comfortable please let me know in the comments what you think of it! If you prefer the shorter ones, if there is any aspect of the reading that makes it difficult for you to read it, or in case you will take a look at the extended version of this reading, if you would prefer to have something more specific in the additional messages of our readings - I will cherish your opinion and use it to get better with each post!♡

– Pile One,

{ The love that you are longing for }

the magician, the seven of swords, the page of coins

Love… you so often consider it just a feeling. A feeling that after all these years alive you still can really connect only to your own self. To you who seems to be the only one to feel it. To give it. While all that others do is receive it from you. Giving you back some gratitude perhaps, but never something that feels like what you gave them. Nothing that really fills in that part of you that was emptied for them… Making you really wonder if perhaps you got it wrong for all this time, if what you considered love never was it. If you imagined and expected it to be more, made it be more. Giving others much more than any person could ever give you in return, more than you ever should've done…

All that attention, that care, that genuine dedication that you put in, time after time, for every soul that was close, going out of your way to be there, right by their side for whatever might come… But still standing alone when facing your hardships, your difficult moments. Only you on the first line, out there in the cold, just you against this world… You genuinely never thought that this is what love would be. You expected something different from what you always received from others before. A complete opposite of having to do everything on your own, of that fear of what will happen to you if one day things in your life won't work anymore. You thought that it should be different from that because you know for sure that all those years of struggle alone never had even a bit of love in them, not from the people that were all that time around and close to you, but never did anything to help you, apart from telling you that this is how it works and that you should grow and take care of yourself on your own.

You alway imagined it, in those dark and painful nights, a hug, a caressing hand, a soft voice that assures you that everything will be okay, that it won't be forever this way, that you are not alone but you will always have them… So you did your best to be deserving, manifesting those tender and loving ways through your own self. Through the way you looked after others, the way you cared for them. Not only knowing that this is the right way to treat others, the way you genuinely want to be, but that it will be also worth it, that you will one day feel the love you gave, through others that will do the same… But it never came. You never saw your reflection in them, you never saw that part of your heart that you gave away being nourished and taken care of… it was always mostly just appreciated in the moment. And forgotten. Or worst, taken advantage of by expecting or asking more. So after all these tears, all the days dedicated to others instead of yourself, all your prayers for help and support, just a little comfort, that you never received because they are too busy to take a moment to give you back that love that you never declined them…. You started to think that you are in the wrong. That the love you always waited for is just a dream that the real concept of love can’t live up to. No matter how much you can look for it or want it. It is simply not something possible. And you are asking for too much.

{ What this is all for }

the judgement, the ace of swords, the lovers

This world, this life in general… has a really unique way of helping us to learn, of guiding us in or through the right direction and path, of letting us know that everything will be alright… Their language is so different from ours that we really struggle to understand it, those words that come in the form of pure feelings directly from within us. The ones that we should trust the most but never do so. Especially when it comes to love, something that we so much idealise, something that we have so much desire for.

Your heart is so sincerely tired, it went through so many betrayals and wounds inflicted by those that you tried to love. To the point that it simply feels that heaviness, that weight of this experience that you never really wanted to begin with. So you feel like you are ready for something else, for that love that you did all of this for, if it even exists at all. But are you really sure of it..? Of knowing so well the person that you would like to have by your side each day, their character, their behaviour, their values? Are you sure that you really did look for them and not just anyone who seemed to be able to love? Are you sure that you really know your worth and the one of your love, how one must love you in order to really give you all that your heart needs and wants? Or did you think that you knew it before, and now you are settling for much less than you are deserving of, because of the overwhelming loneliness and fear that it will be this way for the rest of your days unless you accept whatever one gives you in return? Are you sure that you are remaining loyal to your own self and your soul, instead of trying to “sell” it to whoever is close and good enough?

Because, even though perhaps you are not doing it consciously, but you are changing. Little by little. Not in terms of who you are, but in the ones of who you allow others to consider you. Leaving it up to them to decide how much you deserve, what is the worth of your love and care that you give them after letting them in, where only the most sincere, genuine and trustworthy should belong. You just give them your all. Every single time. Without any limit or hesitation. Not even when all that you receive is another rude phrase, some judgement, coldness and distance once they got up and healed thanks to your love. You just do it. For everyone. Not choosing carefully, but treating every soul as the right one. And not in a good sense. Instead, you are not listening anymore to your own intuition or feelings, not trusting your own mind that recognises the things that are too off. You are just rushing in this hunt for “the one” as the time passes and you feel more and more scared and alone. You are throwing yourself at every possible connection, all in, wandering each time that it goes wrong what you did too little or too much of. And not realising anymore that it is not about how you love, if it is in the right way or the wrong one… But rather who you choose, even force yourself, to love. And how they are simply not the right one, no matter how much you sacrifice of your own values and preferences, just to make them fit in the place that it is not theirs to hold.

All these bad endings, failures, mistakes that you consider yours to be responsible for… Are just a natural consequence of you settling for less than you really desire and need in order to feel loved. All that sadness, that loneliness… are only your subconscious, your own heart that you willingly ignored at first, but that after some time managed to be heard by you, letting you know that the way you are treated, the crumbs that you accept, will never truly be enough.

Those endings, those coincidences that are never in your favour, those interferences in your connections from the outside world… are just its efforts to protect you and communicate with you, trying to show you that refusing your own standards is not what can help you find them, that right person that you can truly feel safe and understood with… Adapting to another person and changing, it is not what will make them love you like you want. It will only keep you stuck in a play pretend. Put you in situations and relationships that you won’t feel appreciated and cherished in. It will consume you from inside out, slowly but surely, just because that one time you believed more others, than your own self that always knew what was best and right for you, what you really wanted to feel and who you wanted to have with you…

The time already passed, you already got through so much. You can’t do anything about it, and it is alright. But you can do yourself a favour and listen again to your own heart, before following that overwhelming fear and anxiety of being left alone in the cold and the dark. Your heart, your love, they are unique. But not at all the only ones. There is a soul, out there, that is your perfect reflection, someone who resonates so much with your ways of feeling love. And you can and will find them. The moment you stop seeing all that happened and you went through as the mistakes you made, ways that you can be better by being more or less… And start to see them as simply were and when the things didn't feel right for your heart, for who you are. Because those things that you felt the lack of, or perhaps as though it is just too much, are the ones that you need to hold onto, to look for in others. Instead of ignoring them, just so you can fit in the perfect version of love of someone and they can accept you, even though you are not theirs to love…

Although it seems so easy to do through words… We know too well that sometimes it is not enough to just choose to listen to our heart more. It is not always enough when we, in a certain way, forget its language, when we are not able anymore to comprehend it and separate it from the voice of our mind that we learned to follow… For this reason, there is an additional message for you, if you want to, in our extended version of this reading. What you need to know and remember as you continue on this journey, in this search of the right person for you, but also of the confidence and trust in your own heart, that will be the things that will change everything about the situation in which you are now.♡���

{ a little message for you }

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– Pile Two,

{ The love that you are longing for }

the wheel of fortune, the sun, the devil

It happened so many times… So often you felt overwhelmed, completely overtaken, by the life of someone you loved… Their problems, their difficulties, their fears that became yours. Yours to resolve, yours to take care of, yours to endure, even though you never could really influence them, not the things that depended on their actions, their decisions. Not when it was something that was purely theirs to create, destroy and live… It happened so many times, truly. You felt so often the urge to be there for someone, just because you knew them, just because you saw their struggle and couldn't help but to try to save them. Because this is what everyone deserves, yes… But with those that had a special place in your heart, those that you felt so close to you, so needed as the air you breathe, there never was a chance for you to say no. Not when your heart so ardently fought for them each day, no matter if it was your battle, your victory to take or not.

One by one they took a part of your life from you, gladly accepting your love, your support and help. And leaving it all to you, to your heart and mind that never were supposed to live so many lives, go through so many situations and emotions, bear so many consequences that were coming from actions that simply weren't yours. And they took it from you. That time and energy, the courage and strength that otherwise would have gone to you, to your own healing, growth and protection. They took it all from you and, worst of all, they were able to do so thanks to you. You who gave it to them, all that you had, in the name of the love that you felt. You that not even once regretted it. Not in the moment at least…

They took so much from you, making you get used to it, to have so little, to give away so much… That now, for once, you want to find someone different. Someone who will not take advantage of your heart. Someone who will understand that, no matter how much you want and try, it is not the right thing to leave it all up to you, to handle their life… Someone who, for once, just knows more, knows better. Someone who can teach you, gently, softly, as they protect you from your own self, from your own urge to disintegrate yourself for the happiness and safety of someone else.

For once… you want to be overwhelmed by someone's joy, their hope, their desire to be here and to live this life. Their strength to choose to see the best aspects of the things. Their strength to be patient, to have faith, to believe that everything will work out in the end. For once you want to receive that strength, not to give it away. For once you want to be protected, guided, as you trust someone who doesn't expect you to lead the way out of the darkness of their days…

It might sound selfish to some, so entitled to look for someone who has it all figured out, who has better and more control of their life… But you are simply tired. And a little lost, if one can say the truth. Tired of figuring everything out constantly, keeping others above the water, as they push you down, never thinking of the air they are taking away from you. It’s not about an easier life, about receiving constant help or guidance, leaving it up to others to make the choice for you… It is about just wanting to have something that is left for your own self too. A little time, a little love, that you can give yourself without being afraid that in the meantime someone would get upset or hurt. You just want to be able to take care of yourself too, not only of those that you love, of your connections, of your situations, that seem to be destroyed each moment you are not looking after them. You just want to have someone that is by your side, living their life, instead of living yours that becomes so scarily about them, their necessities, their dreams, their worry and losses. You just want someone to learn from, or together, how to live this life in the most right and healthy, loving way. Not to teach it. While you yourself don't have any idea of how you are still here, how you made it until now every day.

{ Will you ever find someone like them }

the justice, the eight of wands, the queen of wands

This new and almost desperate desire in your heart now, might feel a lot like frustration, the last realisation of how things should've been when everything already happened, when it is too late to change them… But instead of a tragic end, it is more of a hopeful and promising beginning. The one that you are creating with your each thought, with each moment of understanding of what it is that you really want to feel, when sharing your love. The taste of it, the feeling, the emotions it can give you. With each found answer in your heart you are changing your life, much more than you expect now. Because it really is all about your choices. Your decision of who you will be accepting into your life from now on.

There is a part of you that is growing, getting stronger, preparing to be vigilant and serious about its duty: the one to protect your heart. One little thought created by the tiredness, the sadness of all that you endured… was enough to move the waves of the whole world, of the reality around you. Of who will be brought right to you, and who will be pulled back, not being the right ones. Changing your connections one step, one person at a time. Giving you back the right to decide for yourself, making you remember that you can in fact do it, you can choose the ones dear to your heart.

And it won’t be delusion, entitlement, selfishness, or any sort of limit that you will put on your heart… It will be just you, all grown up, who will now know that it is okay to not take it all on yourself, whatever and whoever comes, because of the fear of what not doing it will cause. It will be your understanding that people can and will make it through on their own, even if they are so afraid or feel incapable of facing their life right now. And it will be also your acceptance that not every story you hear is yours to live, to feel, to make sure it has a good ending. Not everyone is yours to protect and help. Not everyone has the right to come before your own self.

It might be a change that will take its time to settle in, especially in your heart that is just so full of love. Love that you didn't give yourself for so long, pouring it all in the needing hands of those by your side. But it will happen. It will feel safe and right, to allow yourself to choose how much the realities of others influence your life. And as you will go through it, as you will seek that courage and strength… It will be enough to remember that everything will be okay. Even in those moments of uncertainty, it will be enough to hold on tight to the message that we will receive, if you want to, in the extended version of this reading. A message about how you can and will change your life.♡↓

{ a little message for you }

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– Pile Three,

{ The love that you are longing for }

the ten of wands, the star, the death

It is so difficult to need to explain yourself, your actions, your urges, your reactions. It is tiring to open up your mind and your heart sharing them with others, again and again. Just for them to not understand it, to not pay the slightest of attention, to not take it seriously, all those things that are still consuming your soul… It just feels so useless to go through it, to come out of your comfort zone so hopeful that they would be that right person… only to see them walk away, who scared, who uncomfortable, who deluded or bored. Leaving you feeling like a poor seller who is unable to demonstrate the worth of your broken, lived, soul. When you don't even want to do it in the first place. When it is so ridiculous that you need constantly and so fiercely to defend or explain your wounds, as if they didn't already hurt enough.

It just consumes you. Consumes your every desire to go out there, interact and try to connect with people, creating with such dedication a relationship that - you know it too well - will just be destroyed. By your own past, your own frail soul that is too difficult for others to manage, to use or control. Too delicate to do anything with it without hurting it more.

Deep down you know that not every single person you met was truly so evil at their core. But it still hurts you like hell, being rejected, just put aside, simply because of the way you feel so strongly and deeply every detail about this world. Just because you have more depth to your feelings, more power to the emotions that simply overwhelm you, good or bad, every single bit of them that fills you whole. And that you welcome and feel completely, still remembering how cold and dark it was when there weren't any emotions in you at all.

It just would've been much easier, for once, to not have the need to defend yourself, the way you became. If for once the one in front of you focused on who you are now, and not on who you were or who you could become if only you suppress your soul. Because you changed, yes, and it might be sad to not have that spark that others adored so much about you anymore. But the you who survived still and always deserves the same admiration and love, perhaps even more, after all that you were able to endure. This you who is so different is still you. The you who gave you the strength and courage to face it all. The you who shouldn't at all be forced to explain yourself to those that can't even do one thing: just listen to you, hear you truly, at least for once.

Because it is not so difficult, in the end, to just accept someone and love them for the way they are, without any if or but. You know it well, because you always did it and always do with everyone that is close to you. But while they can be themselves, knowing that they will be truly safe with you, their every wound that will be taken care of without any judgement or expectation to receive something in return… You are always asked to be less or more. To hide your pain, to be more joyful. To not react too much to the things that hurt you. To, instead, be more understanding and patient, accepting, of the ways of others. Even though they never tolerate yours.

So you remain here, among so many of them but still feeling so lonely, so trapped, exactly like it used to feel before. You still are being hurt, even though you had so much courage in not hiding yourself, your scars. Even though you learned to have the needed strength to stand your ground when others didn't see that they were stepping on your heart… And you still hope. That one day, somewhere and someone, for once will just feel drawn to you. Not a memory of you or your potential change. Just someone who, for once, is gentle and kind in their ways. Not because you asked them to, not because they were forced by your tears… But just because they are connected enough to their own heart. Enough to recognise the painfully familiar stories behind your tired and scared eyes. Just one person, just one single time would be enough. Just one single moment in which you would feel loved and cherished the way you are, even with all those fears and doubts that everyone has always something to say about. Just one true and genuine connection. One single chance for your heart to find again the hope that you, exactly the way you are now after all your battles, not less not more, will be enough.

{ You are not in the wrong }

the page of coins, the strength, the six of cups

Finally standing up for yourself, taking your defence, pushing back those that don't make you anymore feel safe… it took a lot of courage, especially when every decision that was already hard enough was also met with judgement, with pure rage, just because for once you weren't ready to be there for someone else. But while you thought that the worst part will be this, finding the strength to prioritise yourself, the most difficult part revealed itself to be resisting the urge to take all your words back, bowing your head, surrendering to discourses of others about how you shouldn't ever do that again, and coming back to your old and consumed self, asking it to endure it once again. But this time with the full awareness of how it is wrong, to give away so much of you, remaining with so little that it is never enough to take care of your own heart and mind…

You are resisting it now with all your strength, but the single thought that they might be right, that you are indeed acting too selfishly, is already enough to shake you to your core, to fill you with the pure terror that you might be becoming one of those that hurt you, coming down to their level without realising what you've done.

But you are not. I promise you. There is nothing wrong in putting yourself first for once. There are no mistakes when you are acting from your heart, from the pure desire to protect yourself now that you are realising that it all just has been too much. You are not the villain here, even if perhaps there isn't one among them either. There is no evil in knowing what you deserve and want, and not accepting nothing less from others, even if they so perfectly mask it with words like “It is the way I love”, “This is the best for you, the best you can ever find or hope for”...

You’ve endured a lot, so much that it is truly non conceivable and admissible that someone belittles it. That someone doesn't give it the importance and incredibly powerful and heart wrenching meaning that you surviving all of that holds. Don't stop for them, for their fears that you will change. Because it has already happened, in the good and in the bad. And if someone can't accept and respect the new you, if they, even in the name of their love, can't accept you… then it is okay. There will be someone else. Someone else who will meet you, get to know you, and learn to appreciate and cherish you for the way you are now, not a memory of who you were.

It might be sad to let go of some people, to lose some connections. It might be frustrating to see their absolute conviction that you are the one in the wrong… But you are tired now, you feel weak after needing to fight against them again and again just to protect yourself… so don't waste your last remaining energy on them, on proving them wrong when they already ended this story as it is more convenient for them in their head. Let them go. Let them be. Not to allow them to think that they are right. But for your own self and to give you that space and time to rest and recover, to take care of yourself.

This world is vast, there are so many of us. Remaining now for a moment alone… doesn't at all condemn you to have all the days of your life lonely and cold. It is just a phase, just a precious moment that will sign a new step in your growth, in how much you consider your own worth and protect yourself at all costs. People come and go. Some are good and some are not. But you are unique, you are the only one you have, the most important person that you need to love and take care of. Even if it means to not accept the love of others, simply because it is so different from what you are longing for. Even if it means to reject the company that you so much want, because they never offer it genuinely but only when it is so convenient and needed for them.

Times will change, you'll start new journeys, go through different paths that will align with others, new and completely different persons. And you'll create new connections, better ones. Better because of the ways and motives of those that will come closer. Better because you will be much more rested, healed and confident after this focus on yourself and this pause. Better because there won't be any play pretend, endurance or feelings that will be ignored. It will be better. Simply because you will learn from your mistakes, you will grow. And so will those that you will let go of, but not at your own expense and endurance of the way your heart hurts for them. Because they might not realise it now, they might be so convinced that you are the one hurting them… but you are making the best decision not only for your own self, but even for them. You are giving all of you a new chance. A chance that you for sure will take and use it to nourish a new beginning in your life, new connections that will love you, cherish you, protect you at all costs. Exactly like it should be between truly loving souls.

And if it feels still a little too overwhelming, a little too scary and unsure, the decision to put yourself first… There is a little message about the future, at what it holds, in our extended version of this reading, right here, if you want or feel the need to hear more.♡↓

{ a little message for you }

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[mimikittysblog]

The Princess - Bonus Ending

Full story! ♡

Pairing: Mafia! Husbands! Poly! Ateez x Fem! Wife! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst if you squint really hard.

Synopsis: You found the traitor.

Warnings: Death, Violence, very slight MxM, some descriptions of gore. ⚠️MNDI⚠️ If I missed anything then please let me know!

Word Count: 1.8k Words

A/N: Hehe surprise! An extra ending 🤭 I wanted to add this on in the actual fic, but I liked where it ended off too much. So I decided to make this into a bonus ending where you could read it if you want, or just ignore it if you don’t. Hope you enjoy this too!

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

It has been a little over a week since your kidnapping. Things also have finally gone back to normal.

Except…

“Joooooooonggiiiieee!!!!!”

The yell for the captain of ATZ can be heard throughout the entire mansion, along with the sound of stomping pretty pink high heels.

“Oh my.”

“Well aren’t you in trouble”

Soon the door to Hongjoongs office was bursted open revealing the little fireball of which they call ‘Their Princess.’

“Oh princess.. whats the matter??”

That question only made your frown grow and eyebrows furrow even more.

“You promised we’d finally go shopping today! You said you wanted to dress me up! I’ve been waiting in the living room for over an hour!”

“Oooohh good luck with that!”

“See ya later our troubled husband! Hope she goes easy on you!”

The boys in the room quickly scatter, but of course not before giving you a sweet kiss and a compliment to your pretty outfit.

“Oh darling.. I’m so sorry!! I got caught up with work! Things have gotten so hectic princess.. there are these idiots that are always giving us trouble! And just….” As he kept going trying to give you reasons he notices your expression hasn’t changed at all, which makes him sigh.

Ever since your kidnapping, your husbands have become too anxious. So now they can’t even put their trust into any new body guards. Especially since the one that has ratted out your existence is still unknown.

So they took it upon themselves to always be your chaperone when you go out. As much of a hassle you thought it would be, it honestly just gives them an excuse to be around you even more. So in the end you just let them do it.

“I’m sorry our princess.. I mean it I’m very sorry…” he says as he gets up and makes his way over to you, pulling you close.

“Do you still want to go now..?”

“Can you go?”

“I have to make it up to you, don’t I?”

“And those idiots??”

“Hmmm well.. why don’t you tell me what I should do to them sweetheart?”

“Hmmmph. Well if they’re giving you guys so much trouble and they’re idiots, I don’t see why you can’t just kill them off and take what you need. We have the resources and manpower, plus you’ve done it before! You did it literally a week ago. You’re ATZ for goodness sake. No one is above you!” You say like it was nothing.

And you were right.

Hongjoong chuckles as he sits down and brings you into his lap.

“While you are correct my love, unfortunately what we need from them, requires them to still be alive. For now.” He explains.

“Ughh fineee…” You groan.

As you opened your mouth to speak again. That’s when a loud shrill screech disturbed the peacefulness of the moment.

“What now?!” Hongjoong barked.

“Oh! That must be my doing!” You said with what can only be described as a maniacal glint in your eyes.

“Oh?”

“Come Joongie! I’ll show you! Then we’ll go shopping!”

“Whatever you desire Princess.” He says with a kiss to your new diamond ring.

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“LET GO OF ME!! LET GO!! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG?! UNHAND ME AT ONCE!!”

“Then why did you run?”

“H-huh..?”

Here in the middle of your grand foyer, was a girl being held down by two men on her knees. Behind her, every single one of your maids stood their sights straight down.

While in front of her is where you stood. Tall and proud. Wearing a stoic expression however the glint from earlier still in your eyes.

“Princess?? What do we have here?” Seonghwa asks.

Your husbands have all now gathered around you on top of the staircase. Simply enjoying the show.

You spin on your heels to look up at them with a wide cheshire grin. “You’ll see my loves!”

“Sirs..! Sirs please!! Please help me! She’s mistaken!”

SMACK

“Don’t you dare speak to my husbands.” You growl. “Ugh look at what you’ve done! You’ve gotten blood on my new ring!” Your finger now slightly dripping blood from where the diamond cut her cheek.

“Oh no.. No worries sweetheart, we’ll make you a new one.” San tells you.

“Oooh! Alright Sannie Thank you!”

“Please.. why are you doing this?? What did I do wrong?”

Your laugh then rings out throughout the foyer. Echoing beautifully off the walls.

“Stop your pathetic little act.” You say as you crouch down to her eye level.

“I know you were the one that snitched about me.”

At this revelation your husbands became even more interested than before. They all perked up and blood boiling again now that they finally have the culprit.

“What?! Who even are you??!”

They’re so angry they want to just run down and tear her limb from limb. However they know you have something plan. So they just let you have your fun.

You smirk widens at Wooyoungs question. As you know how reality shattering it is to her.

“W-what..? You don’t.. recognize me?? Sir Wooyoung! I’ve worked here for years!! ..None.. of you recognize me?” She asks pitifully.

As she looks up at all of them, she sees nothing but fury and confusion. Not a single one of them having any knowledge on who she is.

SMACK

“I told you. Do not. EVER. Speak. To MY. Husbands.”

You then got up and turn back to your loves above you.

“My darlings. This here. Used to be one of our maids. And she thought that by getting rid of me. She could have all of you.”

“What?!”

“How absurd!”

“How stupid is what that is!”

“No! Its not true! It’s not! It wasn’t me!!! I-I would never betray any of you!” She continues to plea.

“Then why. Did. You. Run?”

“I-I didn’t..”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your absence ever since I was returned home? Hah! It’s what gave you away! And you actually thought they would? and what?! go searching for you?!” You laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

“The day after I returned home from my kidnapping. I realized we were short staffed. It didn’t take me long to realize it was you. When I asked, Kim said you resigned due to health. I didn’t believe it for a second. So I had them search your room. And look what I found!”

At your signal, The head maid Kim stepped forward and gave you a pile of letters.

Love letters.

“Hmm. I’m sure you can guess what these are. You wrote them. Each and every one of them. You didn’t hide them very well. Not sure why you didn’t even just burn or take them with you.” You scoff.

“They’re quite romantic actually… If. They weren’t addressed to my beloveds.”

Her blood has gone cold. She doesn’t know what to do. She can only kneel there looking up at you as she fears her fate.

Unfortunately her fate was sealed the second she began writing these letters.

“I-it’s not.. no… I-I never even gave it to them! Please!! It’s not what it looks like.”

“You thought once you got rid of me. You could swoop in and take my place. However once I came back alive, you decided to run. Thinking I would never suspect you. You then also believed that any of my husbands would realize you stopped being around and come looking for you! Because somehow you have convinced yourself that they’re in love with you! They don’t even know you!!”

“THEY LOVE ME!!!”

SMACK

“Oh. That was the hardest one yet.” Mingi whispers to Yunho. Who nods in agreement.

While on the other side of the staircase Yeosang whispers to Jongho about how this maid is insane to ever think that.

“100%.”

“They don’t. Why would they?” You start then throwing her letters in her face.

“Why would distinguished men like them ever waste space in their brains for a lowly pathetic slut like you? Let alone space in their hearts.”

“…I just..”

“Enough talking. You’ve said far more than you deserve. And frankly I’m bored already.”

You then extend your hand out. One of the henchmen that was holding her down then hands you a syringe.

The girl then panics at the sight of an unknown syringe.

“Wait no please! Whats in that?! What are you gonna do to me?!”

“You could’ve had anything you wanted in this mansion. Anything. And I promise you. I would’ve happily given them to you. My clothes. My shoes. My jewels. My gold. Anything. I’m just that generous.”

You open the syringe cap.

“However the thing you decided to covet? Were the only things that were forbidden. My. Prized possessions. My husbands. And for that. You must suffer the consequence.”

Before she can even let out another sound of protest you injected her straight in the neck.

You and the men holding her down then stepped back as her screams quickly filled the foyer. Her skin and flesh melting straight off of her bones.

“So thats what she ordered acid for.” Hongjoong then mumbles.

“You knew she ordered acid?” Wooyoung asks

“She used my card.” Hongjoong shrugs.

It was a ghastly sight but none of them were even slightly bothered.

Well.

Of course the other maids were.

Once her screams come to a halt. And she was nothing but a pile of goop on the once spotless marbled floor.

You laughed.

Your husbands then descended the stairs.

Once your laughing fit was over you addressed the other maids who were still standing there. Mortified of what has become of their once friend.

“Now all of you. Remember my words. You are free to ask anything you want from me. I have more than enough for multiple lifetimes so I’ll be happy to give it to you. However. If you ever even for a nanosecond think. You could replace me or take any of my husbands away from me. Well. Ask her how that turned out for her.” Fire resonating deep in your voice.

“Thats all. Now all of you clean this up please!” You then say with a bright smile as if the past 20 minutes or so didn’t just happen.

“Come now darling. I believe I owe you a shopping trip.” Hongjoong then says as he puts his hand on your lower back.

“Ah yes!! Lets go! May all my beloveds come with?? Then we can have dinner?”

“Why not?” Yunho says with a bright smile.

Your husband then all lead you out to the car.

“You know no one could ever take us from you. Right Princess?” San says softly to you.

“Of course! I would never let them.”

“Of course you wouldn’t. We wouldn’t either.” Yeosang says.

“They literally can’t our love. You have us all wrapped around your pretty delicate fingers.” Wooyoung adds as he kisses your ring finger.

“I know.”

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[luveline]

Can I request an Eddie and Roan, where she goes to Wayne's house and Eddie and Reader are there talking with Wayne but also planning what to get Roan for Christmas?

eddie and roan ♡ fem!reader

“Got it?” 

Roan nods and hops up the last step to Uncle Wayne's while you and Eddie follow behind her. You're carrying a big Christmas cake held tight to your chest while Roan's father insists on carrying the drinks, an eighteen pack of glass cokes, enough to keep Wayne going for the next two weeks at least, less with help. 

“Uncle Wayne!” Roan calls as she opens the door. It swings wide and hits the wall. She doesn't care. She's about to see Wayne for the first time in almost two weeks, and she missed him like crazy. Eddie almost got sick of hearing her ask when he'd be feeling better. “Uncle Wayne!” 

The second shout is much more desperate.

Wayne appears in the curve behind the kitchen doorway to smile at her. “Hello, my chicken.” 

Eddie snorts and slams the cokes down on the sideboard with a jumble of clinks. Wayne is a great dad, but he never called Eddie anything so saccharine. Bud and babe was about as good as it got. Roan gets all the sweet stuff, chicken and gorgeous and baby girl. It doesn't quite make Eddie jealous —nothing feels as secure in parenthood as knowing someone else loves your kid just as much as you do. Wayne would die for Roan without question. He can call her chicken if he likes. 

Roan barrels across the carpet in her Mary Jane's and slams into his legs. He pulls her up into his chest, giving her hair a smattering of quick kisses, her dress bunched by his hugging arm. “It's so nice to see you, honey, I missed you!” 

She grins and makes a pleased, almost feral sort of sound as she kisses his cheek. “I missed you too! We missed our sleepover!” 

“Yes, we did. So I get you for two days, yes?” 

“Yes!” she shouts, looking over her shoulder at you and Eddie to confirm. 

Eddie holds up his now empty hands, though they don't stay that way for long as he takes the cake from you. “No arguments here.” 

Roan laughs and squeezes herself under Wayne's chin. He wraps her up and keeps her, assessing you and Eddie with suspicious eyes. “How are you both doing?” 

Eddie brushes past Wayne to put the cake on the table. Wayne isn't really asking Eddie; they know too much about one another having spent the last decade together, first by sharing a wall and now working side by side at the shop. Eddie's sure Wayne's sick to death of his complaining by now, but you're deserving of some sympathy for sure. 

“She's getting better. Aren't you, sweet thing?” Eddie asks you. 

“I'm fine,” you say, shooting Wayne a smile. “It was probably the same thing you had.” 

“Yeah? He take care of you?” 

“Always does. He's never let me down.” You cross your arms over your front. “But how are you doing?” 

“I know you missed her,” Eddie interjects, “but if you're not feeling up to it, she doesn't have to stay all weekend.” 

Wayne raises his eyebrows to protest. Roan beats him to it, yanking herself away from his cuddling to glare at the suggestion. “Dad, you said!” 

“Said I'd see if he was up to it, yeah,” Eddie placates. 

“I'm up to it.” Wayne gives Roan a soft smile. “We'll be good, right? Watch TV, eat hot dogs for breakfast, lunch, ‘n’ dinner. Dad's just being silly.” 

Roan leans back into the hug, relieved, and Wayne pulls her head to his chest, covering her ear subtly. “Thought you needed to get some things? You know, from Santa?” he whispers, ‘Santa’ mouthed without sound. 

“Yeah, if we knew what to get her,” Eddie says, brushing his hair behind his ears. “Kid's impossible. Asked Santa for a baby sister and a pet turtle.” 

“What's wrong with that?” 

“Wayne–” 

“The turtle, I mean.” He nods at you apologetically. 

You aren't offended at the idea of a baby sister being an easy gift, and you laugh at his correction. “We don't have room for the tank, I already checked.” 

“She got the measuring tape out and everything.” 

“What?” Wayne asks. “Put it outside.” 

“It's not that easy,” Eddie sighs morosely. “They're very particular creatures.” 

“It’ll suit you nicely, then.” 

You laugh again. Roan wriggles to be put down, curious at the sound, though she wasn't as deafened as it seemed. “Santa will bring the tank, guys, that's how Santa works, and the turtle. We just need to move the couch,” she says simply. 

“Where will we watch TV?” you ask. 

“Here?” Roan suggests. 

Eddie nudges Wayne in the side. “Looks like I'm moving back in after all.” 

Coats are taken off, shoes stacked in a corner. Wayne makes everyone a cup of coffee and a sandwich, even Roan, though her coffee is milk with just a splash of coffee that she begs for but doesn't touch after the initial sip. Theories for where they might house and care for a pet turtle are shared through crumbs and foam moustaches, Wayne with a lap full of grandchild, and you with an armful of Eddie. He keeps turning to you to scan your face for signs of fatigue or sickness, eyes lingering, his hand resting and rubbing at the top of your thigh. 

“We'll have to give up our room,” he suggests to you with an air of defeat. Despite his sombre tone, love lines his gaze. “When the turtle gets huge and wants to go back to the ocean, we'll have to fill our bedroom up with a swimming pool.” 

Roan sits back guiltily. “Well, maybe not like that. Can the turtle sleep with me?” 

“That could be fun. We'll get you a water bed,” you say, to Eddie's delight. He chokes on a handful of chips and needs to be whacked on the back lest he asphyxiate, and while you're still laughing at your own joke and his reaction, you pat him more gently on the back before passing him your full coke. “Here, handsome.” 

Wayne's pretty sure his nephew's found his soulmate. “What about a tortoise instead?” he asks Roan, attempting to spare you both. 

Roan pouts at her Uncle, confusion furrowing her thin brows. “What's the difference?” 

“Couple hundred dollars?” Eddie asks. 

Wayne kicks him under the table, but never hard enough to hurt. “Nothing much, chick. I'm sure Santa will figure it out.” 

[duckieflix]

♡ ୨`hitoshi shinsou`୧

☆ ⸝⸝ “you know those aren’t the lyrics, right?” “duh i know that, i did it on purpose”

no warnings, a bit of swearing tho :)

author note: i’m actually so sorry for dropping one fic and disappearing i actually forgot that i wrote stories. i also apologise, this story is very poorly written and rushed :<

hitoshi shinsou x reader

the room was buzzing with excitement as your classmates flicked through the various song choices on the bright screen. mina and kirishima fighting over who would get to sing first, you chuckled at the sight. bakugo screaming how they were “fucking nerds”

you sat between your boyfriend, hitoshi, and hagekure. looking up at your boyfriend's usually stoic face, you noticed that it had softened into a more relaxed expression.chuckling, you nudged his arm.

"so do you plan on singing or are you gonna continue to sit there pretending you're too cool for this?", you giggled, watching as his features hardened when he noticed you looking at his face.

"psh, i don't kneed to pretend", he mumbled, "i'm already cool"

you shoved his shoulder slightly, "as if”. you both watched as your classmates fussed over the machine before a lightbulb went off in your head. “wanna sing with me?”

the question caught hitoshi off guard. you wanted him to sing? out of all the people you could have asked.

“never” he mumbled, briefly glancing at you then quickly back towards the chaos in front of him.

you pouted at the purple haired boy “please, babe!” your pleading eyes were something hitoshi was never able to say no to. so he sighed, standing up with your fingers intertwined.

“let’s get this over with”

- - - -

everyone cheered as you and hitoshi stood side by side in front of the screen, microphones i hand. you flicked through the songs before landing on ‘since u been gone’ by kelly clarkson. you smirked at your boyfriend who looked mildly uncomfortable.

switching on the song, you stood by hitoshi with a wide smile. as it began, you began singing. albeit your voice was off-key, it was still fun. you could faintly hear hitoshi’s expressionless voice read off the screen as if it was a class presentation.

you pondered ways to get him to actually sing when you got the idea to sing the wrong lyrics. knowing your boyfriend he would correct you and show you how to do it properly.

“since i’ve been gone!! hitoshi can’t read for the first time!” (author: this is so stupid omds)

hitoshi’s tired eyes widened a fraction at your strange lyrics. “you know those aren’t the lyrics, right?”

you grinned “duh i know that, i did it on purpose”

“sure you did, let me show you how a real pro sings kelly clarkson”

soon, hitoshi began to belt the song, taking the entire class by surprise. hitoshi…SINGING LOUDLY?!?

as the song finished the room was quiet. hitoshi had a faint blush on his cheeks as he scowled at the ground. without warning, everyone erupted into cheers.

“yeah shinsou! you rock!” kirishima yelped.

you hugged your boyfriend and smiled “that was amazing, babe”

scratching the back of his neck, he nuzzled into your neck “i’m never letting you talk me into anything again”

[wisterialwhymsy]

whispers like a song

part 2 of raindrops like a melody!!!

bang chan x gn! reader wc: 1137 warnings: v fluffy and cute, food, tenebrous papilla (evil.), chan called chris, mostly proofread a/n: so there will be 3 parts because i got ideas...

Chris was standing at the stove, wearing black sweatpants and a singlet that perfectly showed off his arms. You smile at him lovingly upon hearing him softly humming a song you hadn’t heard before.

“What’cha singing?” You murmur, pressing yourself against his back, wrapping your arms around his stomach, careful to avoid the hot pan, and resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Hi sweets. Just a new song I came up with the other day.” He giggles as you press soft kisses to his shoulder. “Pancakes are almost ready!” He murmurs as you hum, turning to go set the table. A few minutes later the two of you are sitting next to each other. 

“Dude! How are your pancakes so good?” You ask in between bites.

He laughs, making that cute squeaking sound. “You need to stop calling me that! And I don’t know, they’re just a packet mix.”

“Sorry babe.” You lean over to press a syrupy kiss to his cheek.

“Babe!” He groans, failing to suppress a giggle as he wipes the syrup off.

“Wanna play Genshin?” You ask, stacking the plates to bring to the sink, laughing as he jumps excitedly and runs towards your study.

⁺ 𓈒 ♡

Later, the two of you are in your study. You’re curled up at your PC, tapping away at your keyboard with one ear covered by your headphones, the other left off so you can hear Chris.

“Whyyyyy” your boyfriend dramatically groans as you turn towards him. He was sprawled out on the couch next to your desk, clearly in the middle of a crisis.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, resting your hand on his knee.

“I don’t wanna find more stupid robot bugs.” He whines.

“What.” You ask, baffled.

“The subdetection unit thingys, I need them for Wriothesley. I need like 60 more…” He protests, almost falling off the couch in sorrow.

You turn back to your PC, quickly booting up Genshin before turning back to the still whining man. “Do you want help?” You offered, voice gentle.

Suddenly he bolted upright, almost knocking his head on yours. “Really?” His eyes were wide, making you laugh.

“Sure! It can be a date.” You softly smile at him as he cheers.

“But!” You exclaim, making him pause. “You have to help me fight the stupid Abyss tree for Chasca.” You giggle as he whines.

“Fineeee. Only because I love you!” He stands up, exaggeratedly groaning as he stretches before hugging you from behind.

“I’m gonna get snacks! D’you want anything?” He asks, pressing soft kisses to your hair.

“Ooo could I have a monster please?” You giggle, mourning the loss of his warmth as he pulls away with an affirmative hum.

₊✩ˎˊ˗

“I just need to fight the thing one more time! I swear.” You whine, trying to convince your boyfriend.

“Fine… But only because you helped me with the subdetection units... I'm never doing it again.” He reluctantly caves.

“Understandable, it is the absolute worst boss in the game.” You mutter, making Chris giggle.

“Correct. Okay this one and…” He pauses, taking out his phone. “Babe it’s 5 o’clock.”

You spin towards him. “What? I thought it was like… 2. Maybe 3…” You murmur, genuinely confused as to how time flew so fast.

“You should start getting ready now. We have dinner, remember!” He says, laughing as your confused face. “Cutie” he squishes your face.

You whine dramatically, hoping that accurately conveys your emotions.

“Fine, I’ll help you do it one more time tomorrow.” He smiles, somehow understanding you on such a deep level.

“Yayy!” You smile, jumping up and kissing his cheek before rushing to go and get ready.

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“You look breathtaking, baby.” Chris murmurs against the side of your hair as he pulls you closer to him by the waist.

“So do you, my love.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him close to you.

He leans in, pressing a soft but firm kiss to your lips, “My gorgeous soulmate.” 

You giggle, gently grabbing his wrist to lead him out the door, “Come on! I bags not driving!”

He laughs, trailing after you “You don’t even have a licence!”

₊✩ˎˊ˗

“We need to go there more often!” You exclaim, grabbing his hands as you jump along. 

You suddenly turn to him, face serious. “Can we get ice cream now?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

He giggles, “Of course lovely.” You cheer before skipping in front of him happily. 

“Wait, wait.” You spin towards him dramatically. “Yes?” 

“I was wondering…” He pauses and avoids eye contact, your heart rate speeds up as you notice his seriousness.

“Wondering what, love?” You inquire, gently holding his hands as your silliness disappears. “Do you wanna go away? Like down to the beach house. Like I was just thinking we both have a week off and it might be nice.” You cut off his rambling with a soft kiss to his hands, pulling him out of his thoughts. “I would absolutely love that!” You murmur, placing your hands on his waist and pulling him close to you.

“Really?” He looks up, surprised for a moment before wrapping his arms around you.

“Yes!” You peck his cheek, “I’d absolutely love that.” You look deeply into his deep brown eyes. “I don’t care where we are, as long as I’m with you.”

Despite the dim light of the streetlamps being the only thing highlighting his beautiful features, you’re sure you see a flush of pink along his cheeks before he nuzzles his face in your neck, making you giggle.

“Do you wanna head down tonight?” He asks from his place in your neck.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay driving?” You ask and he hums, the vibrations making you giggle. 

“By the time we get home and pack it’ll be like...” You pause to check your watch. “11:30.”

He leans back, looking you in the eyes, “I’ll be fine bub I promise.” He gently sways the two of you side to side. “I’d rather drive tonight than tomorrow anyways.” You hum in agreement, thinking of the last time he tried to drive in the early morning.

“Okay.” You gently intertwine your fingers with his. “Lets go pack!” You pull away, dragging him with you by the hand.

“What about ice cream?” He asks as you pull him with you.

“We can get it on the way down there!” You exclaim, still skipping along with joy as he laughs at your antics.

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

[picklebunbun]

Helloooo !!! If you don't mind, can you make a Flippy/Fliqpy x reader who as a DID (dissociative identity disorder) and the other alter hurts people who get a little too close to them without asking them first and they absolutely hate insects, like , they would literally try to kill them with a knife (and surprise ! They success) but only if you agree of course !

⌗. ➞ྀིྀི⚛️! : cw; I tried to research about DID, but since it's rare to get it, I have very limited information about it so I sincerely apologize if it's not accurate. Descriptions about insects getting squashed counts as gore, correct? Insanely violent reader, this is a bit more angsty than crack, reader needs a hug and so does Flippy ,

➵ Flippy / Fliqpy x gn ! reader this is supposed to be read as romantic

{ angel's notes 🪽; new style, kind of, anyways, if anyone has DID, please tell me if I got it right }

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now playing [girl with one eye]

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—.𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗; hc's

before you realized you had DID, you couldn't remember what happened in your life. It was just like your life was birth and then adulthood, blanking on the memories in between .

when Flippy asked you about your childhood, you couldn't say anything. It was kind of awkward after that, you just both stayed silent .

large portions of your memory were gone by a snap of a finger, nothing made sense, it was like you took a long nap for hours and all your former friends cut off all contact with you with no explanation .

ever since then, you had trouble dealing with how you acted, you thought that everything was wrong with your body, your face, every individual cell in your skin, it didn't even felt like it was your OWN skin, so what gave you the right to judge it anyways ?

sometimes you felt like anything could set you off, suddenly getting angry at every sound, fire running up your nerves and getting major headaches from anger, a volcano waiting to destroy everything .

first of all, these systems or rather, system, not plural, was used as a defense mechanism against anything related to your trauma, even minor things like color or a specific sound. In a way, it was protecting you, maybe that's why a gigantic part of your life was missing .

when Flippy opened up to you about his disorder, it was such a relief for you, which also led you to admit that you had the same problem, which also led to you two talking about it. It was such a relief to have this conversation with someone who doesn’t think you’re crazy, even better, someone who could actually relate to what you were feeling .

the thing about your system, however, it’s defense mechanism was similar to Flipqy. It made it harder for you guys to fully trust each other. If your system took over but not Flippy’s he ended up getting hurt, but, this was a way to keep you safe, after all .

although, you did find that you calmed down from how you were before. You switched almost every time, 24/7, always being reminded on what happened to you, but since meeting Flippy, it was like all your once, dark, unlit, lightbulb just suddenly beamed with energy .

the thing is, even if Flippy fully gained your system's trust, it'd be really hard to convince everyone that you weren't dangerous, and you really didn't switch that much, it made you even more upset because everyone in the town trusted the green bear more. You thiught everything was out of place, that you didn't belong here, why live in a world that thinis it'd be better if you died anyways ?

it struck up a lot of identity issues ,,,

you and Flippy had a talk about it, it's refreshing when he comforts you, treating you delicately like an injured bird .

even if everyone hates you, as long as Flippy was next you, you'll be fine, his company is all you'll need .

it's so weird you have such an irrational fear about bugs but barely any reaction to guts and bloodshed, seeing you freak out about an insect while making sure that the soilders of WW1 eradicated the creature was definitely a sight .

bringing out a whole bazooka ಠ_ಠ ,, ?

even worse when you switch . 😭

COMES HOME WITH THE WHOLE HOUSE DESTROYED .

,,,

" hey [system / name] I ,, - WHAT HAPPENED ,, "

" ,, there was a bug "

stressing the man out oml . 😭

at least he doesn't get any bugs in his house anymore,,, BECAUSE THERE IS NO HOUSE .

chasing around a silverfish with a knife around the house

" you'll hurt yourself like that ?! "

" NOT BEFORE I HURT THIS SON OF A B TCH FIRST "

" CHRIST ALMIGHTY , [system / name] "

thank gyatt he can calm you down because everyone in the town would've been on fire .

it doesn't matter, he always loves you either way ! ❦

[ruhorih4ra]

Hi (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡

This chapter contains a little bit of smut but not really, I mean it's suggestive but nothing more than that.

I hope you remember chapter one because that's exactly where we are now hehe.

Get out of my way 🌈

“No, my Lord, you’re not.” Mephistopheles was quick to put distance in between, urging you to Diavolo’s side. You didn’t miss the subtle hint to watch the folder in your hands. “Hey, Mephisto wait!” You offered resistance to the demon’s strength to no avail, he pushed Lord Diavolo and you out of his office. That was so unusually bold that you couldn’t give faith to your own eyes, even the prince lost his stern expression.

Mephistopheles was flustered, he felt completely embarrassed without fully knowing why, you two weren’t doing anything wrong, in fact, you were just talking. Was it the possibility that Diavolo had heard his pathetic confession? It must be. He refused to believe that all this shame was because he had seen your soul, and for a moment he had wanted to keep it, not to own it but to protect it.

Did he push Lord Diavolo out of his office? The poor demon sank into his chair and covered his face with his hands. At least you had agreed to help him.

You never said you’d help him. Mephistopheles vile demon who took advantage of the special bonding moment you were having. Now, walking hand in hand with the next ruler of the Devildom, you wondered why demons had to be so bossy. “Lord Diavolo.”

“Call me Diavolo, please. I won’t acknowledge you otherwise.” The prince spoke, his voice hadn’t returned to his usual playful tone. “Where are we going?” The curious glances of the other students were nothing discreet and it was starting to get annoying but Diavolo couldn’t care less. “To my office, of course. You want to talk to me about that proposal, right? Mephisto told me you would meet me but I got impatient.”

As soon as you entered his office, he offered you a chair, the one in front of his desk. Just an hour ago you’d been sleeping and now you were facing a very passive-aggressive lord of the Devildom. You took a seat and discreetly tried to look inside the folder. “Very well, Mc. What is it that you desire?” That choice of words made you laugh, same laugh that died when you saw Diavolo’s seriousness. “I- uhm. I uh, I want something… something very fair and… necessary.” Diavolo’s hand approached you with an open palm. “Let me see it, please.”

You handed him the folder, hoping that whatever was inside was something reasonable. “Here, lord Diavolo.” A quick glance into the prince’s cold eyes made you swallow and correct yourself. “I mean my lor- No! My Diav- uh no, ah here, Diavolo.”

Diavolo had to suppress the laughter and warmth that arose inside of him. He didn’t want to act as if he was angry, but if he needs to use his status to have a chance for forgiveness, well, he will. He opened the folder and this time his emotions couldn’t be suppressed.

A face of pure surprise blossomed. “You want to nominate Mephisto to be president of the Newspaper Club again?” Lord Diavolo asked with a mix of amusement and disbelief, he wasn’t naive, he knew his friend was taking advantage of the poor human who was too kind to refuse. What he didn’t expect was for you to be completely unaware of the former president’s intentions.

“Fuck you Mephisto, you pedantic demon better watch out because I will hunt you down.” A series of similar threats swam in your mind. A remarkable contrast to the smile you showed on the outside. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”

“You don’t have to do this, Mc. Mephisto won’t harm you, I wouldn’t let him. You can always count on-” Diavolo had to stop mid-sentence, you were looking at him as if he had betrayed you, he hadn’t forgotten that first time your eyes called him a “liar” and now they were practically screaming at him to shut up. “First of all, Mephisto would never harm me and that’s not because of you but because he is an amazingly kind demon.” You remembered how he offered his help even though he didn’t know what was going on, how worried he was when you burned your hands, and how thoughtful he had been to ask Simeon for an ointment beforehand, sure, that could certainly be normal and decent behavior but what about those times you woke up on his sofa covered with a blanket while he worked. “Secondly, I’m doing this because I want to.” That was a lie, but now that Diavolo had somehow offended Mephisto, you were angry.

“Because I have been working with him and he has been nothing but efficient, kind and diligent.” You stood up, saying all the good qualities you had observed, using exaggerated theatrics. “Would it be so impossible? You always do what you want! Why can’t you just accept this?” Lord Diavolo could feel an unpleasant feeling in his stomach, the seed of jealousy blooming quickly under the light of your affection towards yet another demon that wasn’t him.

“He made those disrespectful stickers of Lucifer and I.” He tried to sound severe even though he couldn’t get mad at Mephisto for such a harmless prank. “You love them! You always use them!” you replied. Diavolo really like those stickers, he enjoys Lucifer’s reaction every time he uses them. His face must have betrayed him because the eyes of the human in front of him shone triumphantly.

He was losing his tough guy facade, once that you saw the first cracks it was over for him. “Please Diavolo, please! I won’t ask anything else!” You walked towards him but before you could move any further he was already standing, fixing his coat. “I should talk with Lucifer first.”

“I’m sure he won’t be angry if you take this decision on your own, Diavolo.” You took his arm with an innocent, pleading face that even the most naive demon could recognize. Diavolo recognized it for sure but found it too adorable to get mad. “Well, we may have different perceptions of our dear, prideful friend.” Diavolo smiled.

You looked at Diavolo, and a single question appeared in your mind “Why was he so impatient to see me?” There was a time when you thought that the prince holds you dear, but that was before Sc. Why did Mephisto think sending you was a good idea when Diavolo clearly only think of you as a responsibility. Maybe what he wanted was for you to persuade the brothers and show their support until neither Lucifer nor the prince could reject it.

That was the only explanation because how could the prince ever see you with different eyes? A ruler and his subject, the one subject he had to protect to ensure the future of his dream.

“Come on, Mc. Don’t put that face.” Diavolo cupped your face, his hand softly caressed your cheek. “Is this really so important to you?” The room was silent, nothing but the soft creaking of the fireplace. You nodded and started pouting unintentionally. “But if you don’t want to, I understand. I’ll tell Mephisto that you’ll reconsider it later.” You said, removing the demon’s hand from your face. “You should discuss this with him.”

“Of course, I understand.” Diavolo felt his heart clenching, you looked so devastated that he was making a real effort to maintain his negative. “Please, don’t leave yet, can I offer you one of Barbato’s desserts?”

“I must decline your invitation, it wouldn’t be considerate of me to keep Mephistopheles waiting.” You turned around, leaving the prince speechless with your sudden harsh tone. “Wait, Mc. If you’re busy now, would you accompany me tomorrow?” Diavolo’s facade was completely gone, his voice adopted a desperate tone.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I have time.” You opened the door but it was immediately closed again by Diavolo’s hand. “Not even for the prince of the Devildom himself?” You heard him too close to your ear, but you didn’t turn around. “The prince of the Devildom should take care of his kingdom instead of wasting time drinking tea with me.”

A few moments of uncertainty passed before he murmured. “You are in the devildom, you’re part of it and it’s my responsibil-” you turned around and pushed him away. “Stop! Would you please stop calling me a responsibility? I don’t want to be one!” you pushed him away again, this time born out of anger. “Do I bother you!? You don’t need to call me, you don’t need to endure my talks. I’m certainly not asking for it! I can be the exchange student you want without these tedious meetings!” To Diavolo, you had always been a mystery, unpredictable above all the things he could use to describe you. This reaction of yours is unusual but he could see where your anger is coming from and he felt like a fool for not seeing it sooner.

“You know that is my role as the future king but I could never find you unpleasant, I would never consider you a nuisance.” His voice was tender. “Do you find me tedious, Mc?” he asked, closing the distance between the two again. “Because if you do, and don’t tell Barbatos I said this, I wouldn’t mind if you take me as a responsibility, as long as you take me.” The prince caged you against the door, his eyes never leaving yours. “Will you, Mc?”

Was it you or the room was hotter than before? And what was that? Was it music? A soft ballad played in the background. “Diavolo?” You stuttered, avoiding his eyes and finding that his office had suddenly become darker, slightly illuminated by a few candles. “Yes, Mc?” He was getting dangerously close, his sweet scent seemed to fill the room.

“Is this your doing?” The question never left your mouth because it wasn’t important, you had to get out of that place as soon as possible before things got out of control.

“Reject this document so I can leave.” You answered but your voice faltered, the closeness with the demon was inviting. Diavolo smiled, softly tracing circles on your neck with his fingertips. “Is that what you want?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice anymore. He took the folder and walked towards the desk. “Will you leave if I reject it?” He took off his coat and loosened his tie before searching for the seal. “I will.” You said. He found the wooden seal, it shone with the little flame of the nearest candle. You moved closer, immediately winning the attention of Diavolo, who seemed mesmerized. “But if you accept it, I could stay.”

Diavolo stopped with the seal millimeters away from the paper, how the tables have turned, now demons are tempted by humans. The music was low compared to the beating of your heart, in that dark office Diavolo’s eyes looked like another pair of candles and how alluring they were. Your heart skipped a beat when he sealed the paper, disappointment quickly covered you completely when you understood what that meant.

You turned around with more anger than disappointment ready to leave. However, he caught up with you instantly and you felt the pressure of his chest on your back and an arm holding your hips while he showed you the paper, speaking in your right ear. “I can excuse almost anything from you, Mc. I can accept your continuous rejection of my invitations. I can overlook your abuse of power and shameless bribery.” He laughed, his breath gave you goosebumps. “I can even ignore my own butler hiding things from me in favor of you.” You tensed, knowing what those words meant. “But to think you would run away from me to comfort another demon? I don’t know if I can allow that.” He held in his hand the proposition sealed with a big, colorful “APPROVED”.

“So, you’ll stay here, right?” He forced you to turn around, caging you against the wall and leaning closer until your forehead touched his. Who does he think he is? Being the prince of the devildom doesn’t give him the right to do as he pleases. Oh, he started kissing you. His eyes were closed and his hair was messy, but he looked charming. But let’s not forget that he called you a responsibility! One of his hands traveled to your back, making a path from the first to the last vertebra. Well, everyone makes mistakes. Besides, he IS the next ruler of the Devildom, he needs to be responsible, it’s just his work really. But he made Mephisto feel replaced and Mephisto is your friend! Diavolo lifted you with both arms, squeezing your thighs. He didn’t break the kiss, sighs slipping between kisses as he put you on his desk. Well, maybe Mephisto wasn’t that much of a friend. Let’s be real, you had been talking for what? A month? BUT! HE’S HELPING YOU!

Diavolo started kissing your neck, standing between your legs and keeping your hands glued to the wooden surface as he pressed your bodies together. Yes, Mephisto was helping you, but he also wanted something in exchange, and you had been working really hard, so a little treat won’t do you any harm. Yo can give in, just a little.

“You called me a liar.” Diavolo’s voice was desperate as he kissed every inch of your body. “Your eyes were so cold.” As desperate as he sounded, his words contained pain too, the kind of grief you can’t hide. You kissed him on the lips, one hand in his hair while the other clung to his back. “Mc, tell me that you didn’t mean it.”

*Munch munch* “I didn’t mea...” *Nom, nom, nom.* “Shhhh!! This is getting good, shut up!!”

“I didn’t mean…”

What?

You broke the kiss, trying to regain clarity, looking first at Diavolo, who looked at you with so much adoration that you almost got caught up again. Almost. “What did you say?”

“Tell me you didn’t mean it?” “No, not that, after that.” He shook his head and kissed your chin. “I didn’t say anything, dearest.” “AwWw! How romantic!” You moved so fast that Lord Diavolo found himself kissing empty space. “Mc?”

For a few minutes, the only sound in the room came from the Little D. of Gluttony, who was eating popcorn out of a carnival vase. “What’s wrong dear? Don’t keep the prince waiting!” Sticking out of the hat, two pointed horns shone with neon pink light that reminded you of Asmodeus. Slowly, you connected the dots until realization came like a bucket of cold water.

The Little. D of Lust appeared because you… “NO! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” you pushed Diavolo aside, he didn’t put up any resistance but his face changed from curious to worried in no time. “This is unfair! You shouldn’t be here!” you screamed to the Little D.’s

The Little D. of Lust snapped his fingers and the office turned back to normal. The light was on instead of the darkness and candles from before. The place smelled like books, paper and leather, nothing close to the perfume of flowers and music that filled the room just few moments ago. “What are you talking about, Mc?” Diavolo grabbed your arm, squeezing harder when you didn’t respond.

His eyes looked at the place where you had been screaming, even so, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “Diavolo, stop!” Your hand pushed his face, breaking his concentration and also his grip. “This was a mistake.” You said before leaving.

And that’s the beginning of the end, that’s how everything happened and the reason why you are here now, sitting at a table surrounded by 6 little demons.

“Ah! How nostalgic, we were so little then!” The Little D. of Envy sighed, wiping a non-existent tear. “Yes, you were little.” You looked at Sc again, something about her seemed different, she looked nervous. “I’m tired, do you think I should take a little nap?” If anyone had listened to you, they would have said you sounded defeated. Shameless laughter of the demons around you reached your ears, one by one changed their forms to resemble the brothers. “Sure, human. We will take good care of you.” You just nodded, slowly laying your head on the table. “Close your eyes, Mc.” You heard Lucifer’s voice. “Of course.” You obeyed.

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[raonwashere]

HELLO THERE‼️‼️

Tis me, friend 🚶🏻‍♀️actually you can call me Huhu

As promised, I am here to give out some ideas for kaitou joker x reader ideas PLEASE I miss it when people used to write them. Anyway I was thinking a kaitou joker x detective female reader?

Like reader is a detective like kudo shinichi from DC and she is a new person on the police force. Its her first time attending a heist and she’s smart yk yk and explains to the inspector how joker stole the treasure. Joker and hachi hears all about this while disguised as one of the police, even though they already stole the treausure they were both curious of the new person. Hachi is like “ooh this girl is smart! WAIT too smart! She might catch us!” Joker on the other hand stays silent while observing her, its not like this isnt the first detective he’s seen but something about her….makes him feel something OO LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.

Anyway thats all I got for that idea *roller skates away* 🛹🛹🛹

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HELLO HUHU!1!!1!1 THABK YOU FOR GIVING ME IDEAS !!!

that idea is so cute esmsmsm, enjoy 😋

( sorry if my English is bad I suck 💔💔 )

Love at first sight -?!

— kaitou joker x detective ! reader , she / her pronounce

A new detective was recently hired by Inspector Oniyama.

Today ( or rather night ) was rather special considering that it will be the new detective's first heist ! Although the expectations were not that high , she hopes that she can perform well, or maybe even better than her boss and the rest of her coworkers.

The inspectors plan was simple , a bit too simple. Non the less , she didn't say much and got to work. She was quick , and smart, able to pick up anything out of the ordinary.

She had notice quickly how one of the police were acting quite suspicious . So ,she kept her suspicions , finding an whichever opportunity to question that spesific police.

The police was of course non other than Joker and Hachi themselves. Hachi was nervous , starting to panic inside but Joker kept his cool..

She found it weird on how these two spesific police would walk of at the most random times... Unless , they are the thieves , but it was a thought. She decided to follow the two.

She had caught the two in the act of coming out of their disguises.

— " Aha! My suspicions were correct after all ! "

Joker , impressed by the detective's quick discovery. He was shocked , considering how during his past heist , he's never gotten caught in the act of transformation unless he reveals it upfront.

Not to long after that , Inspector Oniyama caught up to it too, but failed once again to catch the Mysterious Joker along with his partner !

Inspector Oniyama was impressed by her , and how she explained to him how Joker escaped and how they pulled it of.

But did joker actually leave yet ? Nope. The two eves dropped on her explanation , hachi was shocked and started to panic ( again ) on how smart she is. And with that , they left to the sky joker

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— " hm , the newbie's good. I can't wait help but look forward to seeing her on our next heist. " He chuckles.

After that? He wanted to see her very often. Even started getting slightly disappointed if he didn't manage to see her.

Hachi can only sigh at how his master has fallen in love ... ♡

sorry if it seems short :v , I forgot what the gum was called he uses for transformation 😭

I'm not rly proud w this bcuz it seems so messy , I tried staying to ur idea, I hope u like it !!!

Please correct me if anything was wrong eueieiei ;-;

[sunflawyer]

HI MAYO!!! I dunno why ppl have been sending you negative messages lately you have literally done nothing wrong 😭 you’re literally so nice and caring like what 💀. PLEASE DO NOT LET THOSE PPL GET TO YOUR HEAD. I dunno why these ppl feel to let you know that when they could just block and move on it just feels like they’re being dramatic or trying to stir up drama 😭 trust me Mayo you literally didn’t do anything wrong pook

thank you •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ 🧡

i use these anon messages as a way to reflect and to correct my wrongs so even though it hurts, it doesn't get to me anymore. i just hope we all can move past this and make this community a better place once again. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

also - im so so sorry for posting these lately. i dont want to make people feel unwelcomed/feel like they should avoid me because i get hate like this. i only posted 2 of them because it was necessary to explain, but truthfully i got lots of unnecessary ones, but i ignored them all because like i said - theyre not worth it.

but im so grateful for everyone who supported me and reassured me!🥹🧡🫶 thank you so much for being there for me! i love you all to bits. 💛

[lilflowerpot]

Hey there Flower! I hope all is well with you and that you’re having a wonderful day💜 I wanted to send in an ask because I recently had this realization and did some research and found out that the act of crying is a “uniquely human trait”. This got me thinking if the galra cry too? Let me explain a bit, so as far as I know other animals are capable of shedding tears but it’s not an emotional response so much as there might be something wrong/in their eyes.

We’ve seen that alteans can cry! But I wonder about the galra because I don’t believe we’ve seen any of them cry (not even Krolia).

I wasn’t sure if you’ve been asked this before or not and I tried my best looking to see if you have but the only post I saw relating was about the differences in galra/human anatomy and it did mention their eyes!

So with this information…can galra cry as an emotional response? If they can’t, what’s their reaction to humans doing it?

(Also please correct me if I’m wrong for any of the statements I made! I’m also aware that you’ve mentioned before that we will be seeing “Lotor tears” in the future of LB but we could say that he’s able to cry because of his altean half?)

Okay so first of all I love you for diligently scouring my blog to see if I'd already answered this question (I have not) your consideration is greatly appreciated ♡

Secondly, while I was aware than humans are the only known organism that cry from emotion, and we do indeed know that Alteans can cry as proven by s1ep09, I hadn't really considered whether or not the galra are a species were in the same boat,,, only that Lotor himself has to be because not only did I have him become teary-eyed in the most recent chapter—

“Is that enough?” the question scrapes ragged and ruinous against the silence that surrounds them. “Truthfully,” the prince admits, “I do not know.” and, with a start, Keith realises that summer-sky eyes are near as glassy as his own, “Though, if anything is to be your downfall, would you not rather it be love?” - Little Blade, chapter 24

—but I have Plans™ for his future that demand it.

That being said, when I think about it, it really doesn't make an awful lot of sense for the galra to cry from emotion due to Daibazaal having been such an arid planet that any unnecessary loss of fluid would have been a distinct evolutionary weakness for them, and so would likely have been evolved out (if ever it was something they were capable of in the first place). This, of course, begs the question: what displays of sorrow/emotional distress do the galra have?

As a direct result of this ask, I've once again expanded upon my galra body language post, adding to the "bad noises" bullet point:

Though they cannot cry tears as humans do, the galra expression of grief is—according to those who've heard it—one of the most harrowing sounds in the known universe; the drehvi is a distinctly mournful vocalisation unique to the galra people, taking the form of a raw, guttural, bellowing wail that stems from deep within the chest cavity and can be heard from up to half a league away.

If you can imagine the noise a bear might make upon suffering a sudden but mortal wound, and that sound echoing across an otherwise silent valley devoid of all life,,, that would be the drehvi.

So........... on that not-at-all-heartbreaking note, you also asked for the galra reaction to humans crying, which I am going to keep much lighter (because I am internally weeping now goddammit) so I'd have to say it's likely a mixture of confused and alarmed, because the human is,,, leaking?? Are humans supposed to do that?? Their breathing has also become remarkably erratic and hiccupy which is almost certainly Not Good if they do not regulate their oxygen intake they will DIE because humans are SMALL and FRAGILE, but they are also not currently in a state to explain themselves nor how to help??

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Okay so I haven’t watched rottmnt at all or any tmnt for that matter but I can feel in my soul that Mikey is an adorable lee. So, can we see some lee!Mikey and ler!turtles? Thanks!

I definitely recommend giving it a watch it's so great but I can absolutely do this for you my friend! I hope you enjoy! :]

People in this: Lee!Mikey, Ler!Leo, Ler!Donnie, Ler!Raph

Tw: group tickles, Adhd acting up, honestly none other than that it's so cute!

I am just going based off of my own experience I have not been diagnosed yet and I am not a professional, I do not wish to take away from anyone else's experience this is just me, so if I did anything wrong in this fic please tell me and I will take it down immediately /gen /pos

With all of that being said Enjoyy! :]

-K

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Don't you dare say it!

It's been happening all day. Normally, the bouncing just starts and stops with Mikeys legs, but now it's reached his hands, too. He sat at his desk trying to work when his legs bounced up and down like usual with his fingers that would have otherwise been holding a pen tapped gently at his desk as they joined the party. He couldn't stop moving, his brain told him that if he stopped moving, something was going to happen. He didn't know what, but he just couldn't stop. His mind was blank other than that as he just bounced and tapped away.

His brothers, who had witnessed this behavior all day and were rightfully concerned about their youngest sibling, walked into his room as they saw that it still hadn't stopped yet. "Mikey? You okay, big man?" Raph was the first one to speak up.

Mikey nodded as he faced them in his swivel chair, his legs still bouncing "Yeah im good! I just don't know why I can't stop"

"A bad Adhd day, I suppose," Donnie spoke up as he examined him with his mystic goggles as the three decided to put on funny personas for their brother to make him less stressed out about the bouncing.

"I do say gentlemen this calls for the big guns don't you agree" Leo spoke in a fake british accent as Mikey giggled. They all three shared the same smirk as the slowly turned their heads to face the youngest turtle.

"Oh no,,,guys! Don't you dare say it!" He giggled nervously as his tapping came to a stop and the bouncing decreased justtt a bit. "Don't you dare say the T-word!" He smiled brightly at them as they shared a giggle

"TICKLESSSS!" They all shouted in unison as Donnies robot arms gently held Mikeys hands above his head, Leo crouched down in front of him, Raph sat to the side of him and Donnie stood behind the chair, all with massive smug grins on their faces and wiggling fingers

"You need a visit from the tickle monsters!" Raph said with a smirk before Donnie chimed in

"Mhm, he is correct. The doctors ordered you one dose of tickling and a whole bunch of laughter"

Leo giggled as he nodded. "Lucky for you, Mikester! Your favorite big brothers are here to help you out, GET HIM BOYS!" their leader commanded as he scribbled gently across mikeys' sides as Raph pinched his knees and Donnie scribbled under his arms.

"Wait wait wAHaHaIT GUHhuUYS! HAHA!" Mikey giggled and gently squirmed in his chair out of instinct

"Awwww who's my ticklwish wittle browtherrrr I'm gonna getcha'! Tickletickletickletickle~" Leo was the first to tease, being the king of teases it was clear that he should start the fun train! Mikey was on a one way ticket to tease ville population him.

"LEHEHeheHEO!" His face got a little pink from embarrassment before he squealed when Donnie moved to his neck. "DEEheHEHe!"

"Awww, I'm sorry. Did that tickle? I hadn't noticed~" he spoke in his regular monotoned voice with a smirk as he continued

Mikey closed his eyes to take in the moment as all his mind could think about now was the feeling 'It tickles, it tickles' the words circled hid brain with joy before Raph scribbled under his knee

"RAHAHAPHIEHEHE!-"

"Woahah! You hit the jackpot Raph! Good one!" Leo smiled as he looked back at the oldest with pride

"I could have told you that," Donnie commented as they continued

"D"

"Sorry right, not the time" he giggled as he smirked at raph

"Are you having fun wittle Mikeyyy~" Raph giggled in his baby voice as he continued

"IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! RAHAHAPH! IHIHIT REHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLES!" His face turned a crimson red as they all smiled at him in awe.

"One more thing!" Raph blew a big raspberry under his knees as he watched Mikey throw his head back laughing with a loud chirp

"HAHAHA!"

"Okahay okay" they rubbed away the ghost tickles to let him breathe

"How are you feeling, Angelo?" Donnie asked with a smile as he patted his head gently

"Behetter thahanks to you guys." Mikey smiled at them, rubbing the back of his neck after Donnie released him.

"We've got your back anytime Mikey!" They all hugged him tightly with bright, genuine, smiles on their faces

"How did you know that would work?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Very simple actually, for two reasons, one we know you love it and two your brain needed something else to focus on, so as a result we concluded that a group tickle attack would be best suited for you today"

"You guys are the best!"

"We love you Mikey"

"And I love you!!!"

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This was so much fun to write! I hope you all enjoyedd! More coming as soon as I can! I promise! :]

You are loved, Valid, and incredible always and I could not be more proud of you! /p /gen /pos

-K <3

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I m a new Death note blog, I plan on writing Dn stuff and drawing fan art! I really hope I can get to your expectations!

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Keep in mind I m not that good at english as it s not my first language! My art skills aren t that good either but I will try my best! You have to start somewhere, right?

If anybody has any ideas and want s to set up a challenge for me, I m up for anything!

This is going to be chaotic

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Heyo, i'm your secret santa for the exo-l project! I look forward to getting to know you.

I'm kinda assuming you're Chanyeol biased from looking at your tumblr but please correct me if i'm wrong/let me know your bias! I'd love to know what you love about your bias too!

I'll likely be either writing fanfiction (either x reader or x another member) for a gift or making gifs so please let me know what you'd prefer! i'm happy to do whatever

I hope you're having a lovely day

from: 🎁

Hey there!! So happy to hear from you :D i love this little event a lot so i'm really looking forward to the next couple of months, hehe ^-^

(i tend to write really long answers at times so sorry in advance xD)

You are assuming correctly, the Chanyeol love is, umm, well, all over the place here xD i love tons of things about him really. first is probably all the love he carries himself: for everything concerning music, for his pets, for his friends, for life. he strikes me as a caring person who knows his own emotions very well and can process them into art, which is something i admire a lot in people. so yeah, when ever he is creating, that is him in "my favourite state". playing instruments, singing/rapping, being involved in some kind of creative process. all that. for example, i go absolutely batshit crazy over the "recording behind the scenes" videos we got for cream soda and hear me out. i love these glimpses we get of all of them really while they are doing such an part of their work.

i've also mentioned the pets already. nothing cuter than when he talks in baby language to his little puppy princess xDD i am melting away with a smile on my face just thinking about it xD

another thing i love is, let's say the bits of his personality that we as fans get to see. (not implying their are all just stage personas. i believe very much that what we see of them is true but you know, we see only the parts they want us to see. as it's only normal. anyway-) he is so effortlessly funny, he cheers me up a lot with the silly things he does because they are funny or bring him joy. it's the fact he can do both, you know? do the silliest shit with the members on stage one minute and hold a deeply emotional ment the next. which leads me to another thing i really love anout him (tho that's more about exo in general, really): all the chemistry they have with each other. they've known each other forever and i love that for them being around each other is as easy as breathing. there is a lot of sibling energy there, in both the funny and the deep sense, and it moves me to tears many times, for both the funny and the deep reasons. and i love chanyeol's place in this constellation a lot, a person who makes the mood, can joke around, can also take jokes easily and then again is a trusted friend who supports the ones close to him fiercely and in any way he can.

yeah, these are the main things i think that i love about him. i think last year i ended my little chanyeol speech with a phrase like "he carries so much warmth inside him and pours in into everything he does. also, he is pretty ♡" and i think that sums it up quite well xD

bonus (bc it came to mind just now): i absolutely adore the faces he makes while dancing. not in a mocking way or anything, i have the biggest respect for them pulling off these choreos while singing too. it's so hard! i just think he looks hella cute when he is focused on dancing and ... kinda loses control over his features xDD i also think he looks like a ... very tall fairy ... in some choreo moments (like in Thunder for example xD)

for my gift...ok, i'll try not to give the unsatisfactory answer of "i don't mind, i'll be happy with anything, just do whatever you feel like/have the time and inspiration for" (tho that point always stands, so it you find yourself in a creative slump for one thing, i wouldn't mind it at all if you "switched" to something that comes more easily to you, creatively speaking) - and i think i have never received gifs or a gifset for this event before. so i'll go with that ^-^

if you need some more info or details for that, always feel free to ask ^-^

nowwww, i also want to know a little more about you (if it doesn't give away the secret part of secret santa too much ofc xD). who is/are your bias(es)? what's your favourite thing about them? do you like other kpop groups besides exo? and what are some of your favorite songs (exo, kpop, or any other genres - your pick ^-^)

i hope you have/had a great day and you're doing alright :D

xoxo, selma 💫