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[gracieheartspedro]

Your Needs, My Needs

THE PRELUDE

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pairing: cowboy!joel x f!reader (no outbreak)

description: you have made it to your new home in taylor, texas. your anxiety of owning your our home and being alone is coming to a head, but you need to be productive. a trip to the local furniture turns into you meeting some locals and your new cowboy neighbor.

word count: 3.7k words

warnings: there is no smut in this part. still MINORS DNI! no use of y/n! vague talk of reader's old life before texas, no real description of the reader, description of small age gap, joel being a sarcastic shithead. sarah is canon, so joel is a dad. distracted driving. talks of consuming food. reader has mental illness, mainly described as anxiety, but could be other illnesses. I make it pretty vague. the reader likes football? lmfao

author's note: this is the prelude to the many parts I have planned for these two. this is sort of just setting up everything. I want a slow burn for these two, so hopefully these first couple parts make you guys sweat with anticipation. I also wanna quickly thank all of you for the love on the preview of this fic. I hope you all enjoy it! let me know what y'all think. YEEHAW!

“Sign here and she’s all yours.”

When you brought the pen to the dotted line, you knew that this was going to be the start of your new life. 

While you were nervous about taking on such a huge project, you were ready to find solace in your alone time and work on yourself along with the beautiful farmhouse. You needed some peace and quiet, anyway. 

She was set on 20 acres of land on the outskirts of a small town called Taylor. The land looked like something out of a movie, it’s rolling hills and sprawling fields. 

The house was about 130 years old and needed a lot of TLC. You found it online after hours of scrolling. It was still liveable, but the older couple who owned it before moved to a retirement community and could not keep up with the maintenance. When the inheritance hit your bank account, you called the local realtor and told them you would be flying out there to check it out. When the car pulled up the long driveway, you knew that it would be yours. 

Texas was a new start for you. And boy, were you ready for it. 

You did not have a lot to move in, just a small UHaul full of boxes of clothes and miscellaneous trinkets. You left your furniture in your shared apartment in New York. You needed to find something that was more your style, anyway. 

You moved everything yourself. You were not sure you were ready to trust anyone to help you move in. You knew no one locally, anyway.

It took about three days to get settled, and by that, you simply put up a shower curtain and finally put sheets on your mattress on the floor. You had also created a laundry list of random things you wanted to get done around the house in the next month. Priority number one was getting the bathrooms working. The toilet downstairs doesn’t stop running and your upstairs one won’t flush at all. 

You decided that today was the day you would go out and buy some furniture for your living room and bedroom. You would also inquire to some locals about a plumber. It would take you days to work up the courage to reach out to someone in the phone book, so here’s to hoping you just run into someone on the street. 

You hop into the sedan that you were renting until you could buy a car. It was nice but it was no match for your long dirt driveway. You already expected to pay extra for all the dings on the exterior. 

The roads that lead into Main Street are long and winding. You loved driving, so when it was nice enough to put the windows down, you did so. 

Since there’s no one on this specific stretch, you decide to switch the CD you had shoved into the disc drive, opting for another mix you had made years ago. The radio never played what you wanted, especially the local stations in Taylor. 

In your distracted scramble for the CD, you don’t take note of the large stallion running next to your car. The CD is wedged between the seat and the main console and your fingers cannot reach the awkward position. 

You’re not speeding. But when a giant horse runs out in front of you, you can not hit the break quickly enough. You stop breathing, bracing for impact. You jerk the wheel slightly, swerving away from the steed.  Before your front end can make an impact, the horse is snatched back towards the divot in the road. 

You are in complete and utter shock over how abruptly it all happened. 

Your eye eventually catches a man on horseback, his cowboy hat shields most of his face, but you are more focused on how built this man looks. His biceps were straining against his button-up shirt as he held the lasso taut against his chest. His legs were locked around the brown stallion he was on, his jeans riddled with mud and dust. He had dark curls that peaked out from under his hat.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” You yell, your car slowly inching forward from its spot in the middle of the road, “Where did that thing even come from?”

The mysterious cowboy just shakes his head and trots away, clicking his tongue to guide the horse back into the field. 

Your heart felt like it may leap out of your chest. A car was chugging down the road ahead of you, so you knew you had to move out of the way. You turn into your lane and slowly start down the road again.

You do not even bother trying to find the CD, again. You would rather sit in complete silence. 

-

When you make it to the small stretch of downtown, your heart rate slows down. You spot a local furniture store that looks a bit dated. It was your best bet plus, you wanted to stand on solid ground and gain your bearings. 

You parallel park rather terribly and hop out of your car. You huff loudly, throwing your purse over your shoulder and slamming the door behind you. 

A hot cowboy saved your life. 

It’s the most Texas thing that’s happened to you since you moved here. 

You head inside the storefront. A smaller white-haired lady sits at the front desk, her head in a gossip magazine. 

“Well, hello there,” You muster in your best cheery voice, trying to act like you did not almost die, “I’m lookin’ for some furniture.”

She chuckles as she places her reading next to the register, “Well, you came to the right place, sweetheart.”

You return the laugh, glancing around the large store. Couches and recliners in rows in the front, wooden bed sets lining the back wall. You were so indecisive, you were not completely sure where to start. 

“I need a bedroom set and a couch or two. I just moved into th-”

“The old Caldwell farmhouse,” She cuts you off, hopping off her stool, “Saw you movin’ in a couple days ago. My boy is your neighbor.”

The joke about small towns is always true, you know that already. Everyone knows everyone else’s business. You could not shit without someone knowing about it. 

You raise your eyebrows, acting like you’re shocked she knows about you already. “Yes, that’s right. Your boy?”

“My oldest son, Joel. He lives across the way from ya,” She starts gesturing towards the couches, “Pop a squat on one and see which one ya like.”

You end up sitting on every couch before landing on a brown leather one with a matching loveseat. The old woman is a great saleswoman on top of being sickly sweet. She told you since you are one of her first customers of the month, she would give you a great discount on a coffee table. You were a sucker for a good deal. 

You knew what bed set you wanted immediately. It was a light-washed wood with tall pillars sticking out of every corner. It came with two matching dressers and one nightstand. It was only you, so you didn’t quite care about another side table anyway. 

When the lady starts tallying up your total, you watch the slow-moving downtown. A couple walking across the street into the small diner. An older gentleman walking his small dog. The rickety old trucks that loudly took up the roads. 

You’re so stuck in your head, you don’t even hear what your total is. All you do is hand over your credit card. She smiles and giggles as she swipes the card. 

“So I’ll have my boy deliver it to you tomorrow. He is busy workin’ today, but I’ll have him get it to you. He’s quite the handyman, always busy doing jobs around town. Will you be home in the morning?”

You would have to have some strange man in your home to set up the heavy wooden furniture. It made the hairs on your arm stand up. You knew you would not be able to haul it all, so you had to take the leap of faith and hope and pray this frail old lady’s son is not a serial killer. Or stalker. Or both. 

You needed your furniture, after all. 

It will be okay, you tell yourself. 

“U-uh, I will,” You swallow, “I don’t work right now, so I’ll be home all day.”

“Oh, goody! I will send him your way in the morning. He may have his brother with him just to get the bed up your stairs, but I promise they are good boys. If they aren’t, you come to me and their mama will deal with them.”

You laugh nervously, “Of course, thank you so much.”

–

You had woken up late, your anxiety creeping up on you last night. Your brain would not stop racing. You didn’t fall asleep until 2 am. You hop out of bed around 10:30 and wrap yourself in a cardigan. You have been leaving all the windows open at night, but you can tell the seasons are shifting because it gets so cold at night. 

The doorbell rings and it’s like your heart falls out of your chest. You know that after you open this door, you’re welcoming in someone completely new and unexpected and it makes your whole body jitter. You make your way to the front door and take a deep breath before opening it. 

Of course. It’s him. The hot cowboy. 

It made sense. The endless green across from your home had to be part of his property. The road you almost died on yesterday was right beside his land. His house was tucked right across from the end of your driveway, with countless barns spread across a couple of acres.

You were secretly hoping he would be some silly-looking hillbilly, but instead, you find out your delivery man is the ridiculously attractive cowboy from the day before. His hair is tidy and dark without the cowboy hat on. It’s peppered with some white hairs, but it only adds to his appearance. His flannel has the top three buttons undone and his jeans are stained with age. You are finally able to get a good look at his face with no shadows covering his permanent scowl. 

He had to be about 10 years older than you. You were not too far off from wrinkles, but you were still young enough to bear children without being considered geriatric. 

He squints at you when you swing the door open. The sun is hitting his eyes, highlighting the warm rich brown color. 

“Howdy neighbor,” He greets, a small smirk plays on his lips, “’m Joel. Nice to meet you officially.”

You introduce yourself, trying not to stutter as you say your name. He made you nervous. You chalk it up to just being nervous around men in general. But it’s the way his eyes trailed you as you moved just slightly.

You feel the need to clear the air because of the way he’s staring through you. 

“And uh, listen, about yesterday,” You try to apologize, but he cuts you off by raising his hand. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time an outsider got themselves hurt bein’ reckless down the backroads. Just glad you didn’t hit my horse.”

The response has a bit of a bite to it. You back up a step, your body also taken aback by his directness. You are used to confrontational people, but you’re not used to Southern folk being that way. 

“No, next time I’ll aim for the ditch and tell my insurance that there was a silly cowboy in the road that I had to miss.”

You can tell by the sheepish smile on his face that he was not expecting you to be feisty.

“Don’t think they’d give ya’ much money for that,” He says in a hushed but matter-of-fact tone.

You relax your shoulders, trying to collect yourself. “Probably not.” 

He turns back to his truck that has your bed frame in the back of it, disregarding the previous statements. “My brother is comin’ by in a few to help me get this stuff in.”

“Well, let’s not let all the air out of the house right now,” You extend the door wider for him. You are giving this man full access to your home now. You try to suppress your obsessive thoughts and instead decide that you know exactly what you can have him do while you wait. You remember his mom told you he was good with his hands, and since he wants to be snarky to you in the comfort of your own home, you would try to pick his mind about some of your home projects. “Come in, let me ask you something.” 

You begin, gesturing him into the entryway. He accepts the offer, kicking his boots off on the porch. You appreciate his thoughtfulness and for a second, you realize you may be the asshole. 

“Mama told you I was a handyman, didn’t she?”

You giggle, finding it funny that he could read the situation you were about to put him in. “She sure did.”

“She needs to stop tellin’ folks that,” His accent is so thick and syrupy, that it makes your insides tingle, “Got too many people askin’ me to fix their stuff.”

You guide him to the bathroom right off the living room and kitchen, “You know much about plumbing?”

“I’m assumin’ you don’t,” He mutters, “What do you have goin’ on?”

You point to the loudly running toilet, “This thing won’t stop running no matter what I do.”

“Well, what have you tried doin’?”

You both stand in the hallway, you looking up at him with furrowed brows, him looking down at you with anticipation. He was quick-witted, and you started to hate how much you liked it. He gave your sassiness a run for it’s money.

“I’ve flushed it a bunch of times. Cursed at it and kicked it,” He stares at you blankly. It makes your stomach roll, “Jesus, Cowboy, can you give a girl a break?”

He enters the narrow bathroom, approaching the toilet like there may be a bomb in it. He reaches towards the handle and jiggles it violently, which makes you giggle a bit. That’s exactly what you did. 

“So, why here?” He questions, squatting in front of the bowl. He continues to mess with the handle while you process his no-context question.

“What Texas or this bathroom?”

He chuckles, his smile spreading across his beautifully tanned skin. 

“You got tons of jokes, huh?” 

You don’t respond, just shrug your shoulders. He stands up, wiggling the top of the tank off the toilet. You watch his hands lock onto the sides of it, ensuring it will not drop off and shatter on the dated tile. 

“Texas,” He strains, freeing his left hand to mess with the handle. You lean against the door frame. 

You are not even sure why Texas. You just needed to get as far as you could away from New York. You did not want your past to catch up with you, and you did not want to get stuck in a city again. But you could not share all this with a random stranger. He may be in your house, looking at your commode, but you can’t completely trust him yet. 

“I just wanted a change of scenery. I always wanted a farmhouse.”

“Lots of upkeep,” He jabs, doing one more once over of the tank, “‘M thinking you may need a new float or chain. I can get my tools tomorrow and come over to fix it. May need to order a new part, though.”

You push off the wall, arms still crossed over your front. He puts the top back on and finally makes eye contact with you. 

He would come over again? To fix your toilet? 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, ‘m sure it’s the chain or float.”

“No, I m-mean,” You start to stumble over your words. You swallow, collecting yourself for a moment so you do not look crazy to him. “Are you sure you’re okay coming back over?”

He gives you a thin-lipped smile, “What are neighbors for?”

-

His brother arrives in a rickety old truck at about 15 past 11. He looks a lot like him, but shorter. He has those same eyes though, permanently tired. 

“Nice to meet ya, ma’am. ‘M Tommy.”

You grab his hand to shake it and he lingers a bit longer than you anticipated. Joel stayed on your front porch, putting his boots back on to start unloading the furniture. 

You are thankful the weather was kind today, especially since every evening this week has been stormy. The sun was beating mighty hard on the men as they collaborated on getting your furniture inside.

While they get everything set up, you busy yourself making lunch. You get the bright idea to make them each a sandwich. It’s the least you could do. 

You pile the cold-cut turkey and cheese onto the white bread you had, topping it with some mayo. When you hear their footsteps trailing down the stairs, you race out with the sandwiches on a porcelain plate.

“For your troubles,” You say before standing in their path to the door. Tommy smiles brightly, instantly snatching a sandwich from the plate. 

“Thanks, darlin’,” He takes a big bite, humming in satisfaction. He walks around you, leaving you standing in front of Joel. His eyes are piercing, his lips ajar a bit, but nothing is coming out. 

“Turkey and cheese, I promise.”

He reaches out grabbing the sandwich from you, “No sweet tea to go with it?”

Your heart sinks, instantly becoming self-conscious of your decision to be nice to these hicks. He was so intimidating with his steely expressions and broad shoulders. There was an essence about him that did not speak to his stone-cold exterior. It was more gentle. But you could only see hints of it when he smiled. 

He can tell the wheels in your head are spinning. Before you can speak, takes a bite of the sandwich and shakes his head. 

“‘m kidding, Yankee. Thank you, I ‘preciate it.”

You settle for letting out a long sigh and returning to your kitchen. You spend a couple of minutes, putting back all the ingredients in their proper places. 

You hear Tommy yell for Joel, his voice kind of panicked. You race out the front door and see Tommy balancing your coffee table off the side of the truck. Joel is running to his aid, the dust from your driveway kicking up behind him. You hold your breath watching Joel help him balance the wooden piece of furniture. 

“Can’t have you breakin’ your back before homecoming,” Joel fusses, guiding the legs of the table to the ground, “You know damn well Maria would have me, too.”

“Yeah, what’s a homecoming game without the head coach?”

You perk up, instantly becoming interested in the conversation that you weren’t supposed to be listening in on. The two men lift the table and start heading your way, right on the threshold. 

“You coach football?” You ask Tommy, trying not to show your excitement. You loved football, it reminded you of Sundays with your grandfather. You never got the privilege to go to an actual game, even in high school. 

“Yes, ma’am, for the local high school in Taylor. We are gonna make it to the state championships this year.” 

You glance at Joel when he says it. He rolls his eyes, “Gotta win at least one game to do that, Tommy.”

They place the coffee table right in front of your new leather couch. Tommy grunts, trying not to argue with his brother in front of a strange lady. 

He can’t help himself, though. He instantly snaps back at Joel.

“You know them boys have been practicin’ day in and day out. Why ya gotta be so negative?”

Joel places his hands on his hips, “Cause Sarah told me the guys in her grade are a bunch of dummies. I highly doubt they are ready to kick Georgetown’s asses.”

Tommy starts towards the door, “Just cause Sarah says it, doesn’t mean it’s true.”

“I believe my honor student daughter before I believe my dumbass little brother.”

You are not shocked Joel has a daughter. You are just shocked that she’s in high school. He looked too young to have a teen, but then again, he did have some grays sprouting. You cross your arms over your chest, watching Joel scoot the table across your hardwoods. 

You’re staring at his hands, trying to conjure up a wedding ring on his left finger. But there’s nothing. Maybe he did not wear it when he was working. Maybe he just forgot to put it on this morning. Maybe his passive aggressiveness towards you was simply to ensure there was distance between you and him, giving you subtle hints that he was taken. 

He finally glances up at you, stopping in his tracks when he notes your gaze. 

“Somethin’ wrong?”

You have no clue what to say because you are so trapped in your head about him. He’s a stranger, god damn it.

“N-no, everything is okay.”

“Don’t look it.”

“I just was not expecting the coffee table to look so dark against the hardwood,” you lie, pulling whatever you could think of out of your hat, “Doesn’t it look dark?”

Joel looks between the floor and the table, shifting in his stance, “Don’t know bout that.” 

“O-oh okay.”

“Alright, well we got ya all set up now,” He starts to head towards the entryway. You trail behind him like a lost puppy, “I’ll be by sometime tomorrow with that part for the toilet. I’m expectin’ another sandwich for that one.”

You grab your front door as you wave to Tommy as he heads for his truck. He smiles and gives you a head nod. Joel turns back to you, his ears perked up for a sarcastic jab from you.

  You think back to something he said to you earlier. You crack a smile, “What are neighbors for?”

PART 1 COMING SOON!

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[punkitt-is-here]

LIFE UPDATE!!!! RAGHHH!!!

Okay, so, as some of y'all know, I was fired from my job a couple of months ago. I reapplied, and unfortunately, despite getting an interview, I was turned down. Because of that, I'm going full-time as a self-employed artist. This means I'll be focusing on making fun stuff for my shop, learning better how to ship out items, and doubling down on doing more commissions.

As some of my wonderful commissioners know, I struggle a lot with deadlines and motivation. I have ADHD and even though I'm medicated, it still often gets in my way and kicks my ass often. It's part of why I have such a big struggle when doing commissions; they're hard to motivate myself to do and sometimes require a lot of communication back and forth that I'm just not the best at right now. I would like to say thanks to everyone that's put up with my inability to figure out a decent schedule for commission work, and hopefully everyone who's tried to get art from me will get their stuff very soon!

SO, uh, now that I don't really have a job, what's that mean? Well, I'm going to set a goal to actually make good on my promises for commissionwork. I tend to actually get a lot done in bursts, but they come and go, so I'm going to try and do weekly commissions but with much smaller slots. What I'll be doing is upping the frequency while also limiting the amount I get per-week so I can have a form of consistency with my output. That way, both parties are satisfied and I don't have to keep beating myself up for taking my time because I kept convincing myself I had a big-ass workload I couldn't chip away at.

Part of how I'll be doing this is acting like I still have a job. I'm gonna set aside work hours in the week to specifically work on commissions and shipping and interfacing with clients. I depend on the kindness and goodwill of my incredible followers, so the last thing I really want to do is tarnish that (at least any more than I have; apologies to everyone who's put up with me learning how to run a shop!). I think I'm at a point where I understand a lot of my limitations and abilities, and so I hope going forward I can begin to create a routine for myself and be able to make this something I can do far into the future! If you'd like to support me while I do this wacky lil thing, i've got a ko-fi and now a Patreon! (which I will link in my reblog since I heard Patreon links are weird here on tumblr.) I'm really excited to be launching a patreon. I can't guarantee any specific type of content, but the plan is just to show tiny little previews of stuff early if you're a supporter and stuff like this. I've never had anything of this kind, so I ask for your patience as I work stuff out, but if you feel like supporting me on either platform it'd mean the world to me. Thanks :)

[ravenstargames]

✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #14 | 12.02.24

And November is over! This month has been filled with paperwork, organizing receipts, and so on, which isn't very fun, but it's part of the job!

We are making great progress with everything overall; merch has been ordered and we have received proof and approved it; our voice actors are already delivering the voiced names y'all paid for during our Kickstarter campaign; and more! Let's see it in detail, shall we? :^)

Our dear Raquel has been working hard (I think I say this every devlog, but damn) on reworking the sprites for the extended demo now that the Special postcards for the Kickstarter are done! For this next batch, she'll be working on Ara and Amon, so here's a WIP of how Ara is looking so far! 💜

I think you can see how her design is already more detailed and cohesive in some areas. We'll most likely ask for feedback when Amon is ready too, to test the waters with both characters like we did with Gael and Xal :^)

The street is coming to life! This background is almost ready thanks to Astro. We'll have four new locations in the Extended Demo to help with the pacing and the introduction of our world and story to (hopefully) make it perfect. Or something close to it!

In the writing department, I've so far added 7000 words to the prologue. We have one flavor choice, two personality choices (and several personality reactions), and three "relationship choices". These basically shape your relationship with Evie in this case. For example, you'll be able to choose if you are intimate friends, are warm to each other, or if you prefer something less physical / touchy. And Evie will remember that!

And this is just so far. While River has a kind of "set" personality, I want people to be able to shape some aspects of their life.

In the writing department I should also include the documents I've provided to our VAs, and to our composer, Tomás. More on that below!

We have a proper help screen! Wohoo! 💜

Now you can enjoy Ren'py's default help screen but looking a bit nicer. This is for those who are not familiar with Ren'py's usual keybindings and stuff :^)

Nothing else on the programming side this month. I've focused on writing the script and that's going to be my main job until I can actually start programming something!

As I said before, our beloved voice actors are already working on the voiced names! In fact, Xal's VA (Francfil Pontañeles) and Pride's (Pat Langner) already recorded them! A little surprise is that we have been able to add our default MC's name, River, as a voiced name. For those of you who want to play with that name, you'll also enjoy some voiced lines!

What else—ah! We are already working with Tomás for our OST, and we have settled in 19 tracks total. Those are even more tracks than we expected! This is thanks to you all, and especially thanks to those of you who ordered more merch via Backerkit. You made those four extra tracks possible!

Our merch has been checked and so far only the pins are missing a preview and therefore our approval. We had to edit some files (beginner's mistake!) but being the first time we do this, I'd say things have been rather smoothly! We'd like to be able to start shipping this month, but it may not be possible. Which is a bummer! But well, we settled in December / January, so January it is, if nothing happens!

(Don't mind the colors being too flashy here—they will look more cohesive in game!)

OH, and the last extra bit! I've been working on the personality choices, as you all know, and Kayden has been helping me make the icons that will appear next to those choices for those who are colorblind. An extra thing to make them pop and differentiate them better! I think they are pretty self-explanatory, and if not, well—that means we have to give those icons a twist!

November has been a chaotic month for me due to the aftermath of the floods and my vacation week. The rest of the team has also had their good amount of irl stuff happening around them, but we've made it! The new year is approaching faster than I thought, as per usual, and I hope we can finish 2024 on a good note!

And that's all! As always, please take care, have fun, and enjoy the rest of the week!

[hwanchaesong]

Chatoyant (Soulmate) Preview

pairing: Jay X F!Reader

synopsis: You've never believed in the braided vermillion strings that are supposedly tied in your pinky, where the other end is where you'll find your beloved. Not until you're standing in the middle of a story ridden room.

word count: tba

genre & warnings: angst, smut, fluff, warnings tba

a/n: this is a teaser for the upcoming Enhypen: Tropes & Parallels series that i've been working on. i hope y'all look forward to it. please don't hesitate to tell me if you wanted to be added to the taglist. tysm 🩷

You listened to Jay, your class representative, in boredom as he lists the do's and don'ts for your next destination. Apparently, it's some kind of history museum where millions of stories are etched on the items that are displayed there.

Certainly picked your interest, but not enough to make you excited.

"I want to go to the amusement park instead." your friend Sunghoon, who was sitting next to you muttered, to which you agreed to an extent, but hey, this is your country's archive, might as well enjoy it while you can.

You groaned and stretched your back when you got off the bus, a chuckle caught your attention so you turned with a frown, catching Jay red-handed on his attempt to cover up his amusement.

"You think this is funny? My back aching is worth the lols?" you asked in disbelief, making small talk with the man.

"You acting like an old woman is funny." he corrects, patting your shoulder in a casual manner, "Come on, let's get inside. It's too hot here."

He trudged towards the museum, leaving you there with your thoughts for a moment.

The touch felt like a zing, it's always been like that. Conversing with him was easy as a pie, skinship was rare but when it did happen, it's pure electricity. Although, you may put this in the 'I admire you type of crush' instead of overthinking things.

You shrugged, entering the building and occupying yourself with the exhibit.

It was nice, finding some statues or swords cool. Jake triggers your ijbolitis when he starts lecturing you and Sunghoon about the legend of whatever sculpture it was that caught his attention. (you have to admit, he's an adorable nerd)

Sunghoon begged you to stay, but you blew him a kiss and left him with the aussie, opting to enter a room that you haven't explored yet.

When you step foot inside though, a gush of air suddenly hits you. Which was weird, to say the least, since there are no open windows around, surely the place is airconditioned.

You sighed, brushing it off and sauntering towards the small bulletin, there you learned that the room is full of trinkets between two lovers, torned apart by the war.

A story of an empress and her general.

Then, time seemed to stop when you finally set your eyes on the largest painting hanging by the wall.

You felt a pang in your heart, especially when you saw the letters that they had exchanged. The clothes, jewelry, all of their personal belongings felt so... intimate.

It was uncanny and you dumbly stood there, thinking and staring at the art because it looks exactly like-

"It's like I'm looking right into a mirror."

A familiar voice suddenly spoke from behind and you gasped, losing your balance when you accidentally twisted your ankle in surprise, but fear not, your knight in shining armor dramatically caught you.

"Woah there," Jay peered at you with concern, "Are you okay?"

Will it be a bad decision on your part if you say that this is more than okay?

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[caramelcleopatraa]

GIANNA'S ROOM

word count: 1.2k

x: heyyoo. I came up with this idea a few weeks ago, and I didn't know where I wanted this to go, so I'm excited to see if y'all like this one or not. causeeee I can make part 2 "Roman's Room" which is already planned out :p. anyways hope you guys enjoy (excuse any errors you see of course) and please leave comments. I love comments.

content: He’s a wrestler. She’s a pornstar. They were never meant to meet, but Gianna wanted to ride, so he let her. Roman Reigns x Gianna, 18+ MDNI, dirty talk, masturbation, exchange of videos and pictures

“Thank you guys so much for watching. I’ll see you guys next stream,” Gianna says seductively, blowing a kiss at her viewers. Another successful day, and a hefty bag gust from two hours of work. She was so glad that her roommate, Amara, was non judgemental when it came to her occupation. There’s such a negative view on sex workers, and she was worried she’d be stuck with a roommate who wouldn't respect her, but she lucked out big time. She even offered to be in multiple videos with Gianna when money was tight, which led to Amara creating a OnlyFans account of her own. 

1 Notification from: Anonymous

Normally, she shrugged off private messages because they usually lead to personalized requests, which is something she doesn't do. But she gets intrigued once she reads the message preview.

Anonymous Hi pretty, you take requests? I’ll pay you 1000 for….

‘1000?’ She clicks on the notification and reads the full message.

Hi pretty, you take requests? I’ll pay you 1000 for just a quick video.

‘1000 dollars is a lot for a short video.’

EroticMedusa I don't normally take requests, but that offer is too good to deny.

Anonymous I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll go ahead and send the payment through if you want to do the video.

EroticMedusa Sure! Anything in particular you want me to do? I’m here for your pleasure, sir. :)

Anonymous Whatever makes you feel comfortable sweetheart. Need some inspiration?

EroticMedusa If you don't mind. :)

Anonymous Of course sweetheart. [2 Attachments]

She clicks the first picture and her jaw drops to the floor. Saying that he was attractive was an understatement. He’s big. For fucking sure. His wavy hair dangled down from the top of the picture. Pearly white teeth, salt and pepper beard, broad shoulders, big arms and big hands, a large tattoo that covered his right pec and covered his entire right arm, prominent chest, defined torso, thick thighs, and he was hung. She was practically drooling from the picture alone. What didn’t he have? She exited out of the picture and clicked on the video next. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen.

He held his phone in his hand, keeping the phone at the perfect angle to capture his beautiful body. She could hear chuckling as he slowly stroked himself for her. “Look what you do to me baby.” God, his voice. If his body wouldn't do it, his voice definitely would. She was glad that she had free time today to make the video, because she was already turned on from the picture he sent. “Wish you were here with me sweetheart, I’d make you cum all night” He tightens his fist, fucking up into his hand. “Want you to suck this dick so bad, baby. Need to feel those lips around my dick.” She bit her bottom lip, unconsciously grabbing her breasts and bucking her hips. “Damn, I'm finna cum for you. Ahhh shit!” She watched closely as strings of cum leaked from his tip, his head leaned back and his chest heaving from the intense orgasm he had. He stroked himself a few more times, creating squelching from his release dripping over his hands. What she would give to lick him clean.

EroticMedusa Damn daddy, that was so sexy.

Anonymous I’m glad you like it.

EroticMedusa I loved it! Your body looks soo good! And your voice made me so horny daddy.

Anonymous Ever had a stranger make you feel like that?

EroticMedusa No, only you.

Anonymous Good girl.  Making me horny again the way you’re talking to me.

EroticMedusa I wish I could've been there to lick you clean. I’m so wet imagining it. I’m making the video right now! Give me a few minutes.

Anonymous Take your time.

Gianna propped her phone up after sending her last message, making sure she was capturing all of the right angles and pressed record. She grabbed her favorite vibrator from her nightstand drawer and positioned herself in front of the camera. She could see herself glistening from her phone. She waved at the camera and giggled before playing with her breasts. Grabbing and tugging at her nipples, bucking her hips again and moaning softly. She imagines his hands replacing hers. “I’m so horny for you, daddy,” She says, spreading her legs to show him her delectable pussy. She was glistening even more now, if that was possible. The hand that wasn’t focused on her breast, teases her folds, and the hand that was on her breast, reached to grab her vibrator.

“I want that dick daddy,” she says, pressing the button on her vibrator placed on her sensitive clit. The strong vibrations made her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut and enjoying the sensation. She imagined him burying his face between her legs, dragging his tongue along her pussy. How he would lick and suck on her clit. How he would make her come on his tongue, and keep going. All of these fantasies were only making her more excited. “Fuck, I want you so bad daddyy. I wish you were here right now.” Her chest bobbed up and down, her ragged breaths mixed in with whiny and desperate moans. The picture and video that he sent earlier was crystal clear in her mind. His deep moans and dirty talk repeated in her head while the vibrator stayed stationary on her clit. “Shiiit- ugh. Feels so fucking good.” 

Her back arched as her moans got louder. She was for sure making a mess on the bed and disturbing her neighbors. She didn’t care though. God she needed to cum. Between the video he sent her and the conversation they had, there was nothing she was more focused on than undoing herself. Her spare hand grabbed at the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of her head in euphoric pleasure of the orgasm that was fastly building. “aaah- i’m gonna cum f’r you,” she says, her slurred words that accompanied the light buzzing of the vibrator. Her thighs shook violently as she screamed out pleas and exclaims of pleasure. She turned off the vibrator, working quick circles on her clit, overstimulating herself. Her legs stayed open, displaying the beautiful mess she made on herself and her silk sheets. She grabs her phone, bringing it closer to her cunt, giving him a front row seat. “Would you lick it up, daddy?” She giggles softly, pressing the red button to stop the recording. She sends the video to him, taking a deep breath.

EroticMedusa Here you go, big guy 😘 [1 Attatchment]

‘Shit, that was amazing.’ If he was willing to stick around, she could pump out content in no time.

She cleans herself up minutes later, wrapping herself in her silk robe that matched her sheets. Her phone vibrated against the nightstand, and she quickly unlocked her phone, anxious for his response. And she got just that.

Anonymous God damn baby [1 Attatchment]

She could make another video just from the picture alone. His head was leaned back, showing off his adam’s apple. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat with droplets dripping down his chest. Streams of cum drip down his shaft, down to his balls. She would have loved to see what he looked like while he stroked himself to her video.

Anonymous Can I see you?

EroticMedusa See me? What are you trying to do, sir? 😏

Anonymous I’m tryna give you the best dick down you’ll ever have.

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maybe fate | a quick preview

Summary: You meet Harry under interesting circumstances and think you'll never see him again. But as fate would have it, he knows your cousin so when you meet him again you two wind up becoming inseparable for a night.

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Your roommate, K, had some gall. You could hear her and whoever it was she brought home from the bar going at it for what seemed like an exaggerated amount of time. How was it possible that this person could last this long? Why were they still having sex?

As annoying as it was to lose sleep (you had a test in the morning so it was a little more than just annoying) you could admit, it did sound like she was getting it good.

The man, who you’d not yet seen and probably would not be seeing, had a deep voice. And not just any deep voice. He sounded hot. You couldn’t hear everything that was being said but he was vocal and he was definitely talking dirty to her.

Of course, there was also her bed that was wildly bouncing and the frame smacking into the wall which told you he was plowing her in a way that made you a little jealous. You hadn’t been laid in a while. It was your senior year at university and you were busting your ass like the good student you were. You needed a good grade to get the internship you were up for that summer.

So sleep was vital. And here you were listening to K getting the life fucked out of her. She sounded like she was crying but then you’d hear her long drawn-out moans of pleasure…

You stuffed your pillow over your head and groaned. If you failed your test the following day you’d be having a word with her about proper roommate etiquette. They could keep it down. There was no way they weren’t aware you could hear every little thing happening on her bed. You could even hear their bodies colliding every time he thrust into her.

Jesus. You needed sleep. But you also needed to get laid.

. . .

You didn’t fail your test, but you barely passed. But a passing grade was a passing grade you thought to yourself as you ordered your cappuccino. You were exhausted. Memories of what had kept you up had you rolling your eyes.

K was nice. You didn’t know her well, though. You were renting a small two-bedroom apartment and found it through an ad she’d posted. It would have been nice to have a place of your own but who could afford that? So, being stuck with K was more out of necessity than anything. You didn’t have much choice.

And up until the night before you’d really had no major complaints. She was six years older than you and had a regular job. She brought men home from time to time but nothing like her most recent Casanova that shook the whole apartment. And it was funny to you how she was always out partying and drinking while you stayed in on the weekends and studied til your eyes bulged out of your head. It should have been the opposite with you being the college kid and her the more mature adult.

Your plan had been to go home and crawl back into bed to catch up on the sleep you’d missed out on. But when you walked into your apartment you realized that K was still home. Which was odd since it was midday Thursday. Normally she was working.

You tossed your bag in your room and toed off your tennis shoes before making your way to the shared bathroom in the hallway and pushing open the door.

But instead of finding the bathroom unoccupied, you were met with a naked man who looked just as surprised as you were, “Oh shit!”

You turned quickly and put your hands over your eyes, “Sorry! Oh my god!”

The shock of seeing a man’s naked dick when you were not expecting it had you a bit dazed.

“Sorry, I’m covered now. Sorry,” you heard his voice and realized immediately who the offender was. The rowdy Casanova from the night before.

You kept your fingers over your eyes as you turned and slowly parted your digits to make sure it was safe.

He laughed and you verified he was indeed covered. But you did notice all the tattoos on his chest and arms, and his dark curls and soft green eyes… Yeah K was a lucky girl. Damn.

You didn’t stare long, though. But you could tell his body looked like he had a lot of stamina, and after everything you’d heard the night before you understood it all now.

“I’m Harry,” he held a hand out to you in greeting.

You smiled up at him and slid your palm into his, “Y/n. Uh… I’m guessing you’re K’s friend?”

He laughed again. Even his laugh was attractive with a big grin and nice teeth, “Yeah. I guess you could call me her friend.”

“Got it,” you nodded as you backed up out of the bathroom, “Well, I’ll come back when you’re done in here. Honestly didn’t mean to see…” you waved your hand around, “any of that.”

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[tinyarsonist]

Volume: Down (PREVIEW)

"If you don't keep it down, the kids will hear you."

Summary:

Pairing: BC x Reader, FWB -> friends -> lovers

Korean is in italics. Spanish in bold. Rest in English.

Volume Series: Part One | Part Two | ?

You sniffle a bit as he grabbed some tissues on the coffee table and dabbed around your cheeks. Cleaning up any make-up smudge from your tears. His eyes were focused on wiping away any evidence of your fears, but you? You couldn’t keep your eyes off him. 

The way he took his time in caring for you made you feel something you hadn’t felt with Chan before. Warm. A weird bubbly sensation in your gut that made everything twist and turn. It was different from all the times spent with Chan during your rendezvous nights. It was a deeper connection. One that scared you, but you didn’t want to lose the feeling either.

“I have to go,” Chan put the tissues aside and stared up at you. He cupped your cheek, his thumb running softly against your skin. He didn’t want to go. It’s been so long since he’s last seen you, not counting the supply closet, and seeing you so down like this made his heart hurt. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and chase those fears away. Chan wasn’t a stranger to those inner thoughts, that self-doubt that clouded every fiber of your being. But his time slot was coming up soon. “You’ll be okay?”

“Yea…” 

Chan stood up and made his way back to the door. “Chan?” You called out. When the two of you locked eyes, you bit your lower lip. It almost broke you to show him, or anyone, your most vulnerable state. It was different than when the two of you were in the sheets. This was somehow more personal. More intimate.

“Thank you.”

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Malice's Stain (Imprisoning War)

I set out to write one thing, stumbled onto something I had written weeks ago, and was inspired, so have some post-war PLOT for y'all! >:D I feel like this can be read even if you have no idea what's going on, but whatevs, read as you please. <3

X

The smell of autumn was in the air.

Crickets chirped, a symphony of oncoming coolness and stillness, a song of farewell to the warm, moist summer nights filled with twinkling fireflies that replaced the stars. The sky sparkled, gracing the land with a preview of the splendors a cold winter night sky could provide. Flames burned quietly from torches, casting shadows taller than the castle’s turrets.

Link stared blankly out at the courtyard from the balcony.

He knew this feeling. Or lack of it, really. It took every ounce of energy to just breathe. Here he stood, permanently planted in this spot, not tolerating moving but not wanting to stay still. His mind was filled with cotton, half-thoughts trying to formulate sentences and failing to even convey anything beyond a dull ache, a shadow of what should have been an emotion.

This was becoming a problem, but he was far beyond the point of caring at the moment.

There were a million stressors on his mind, yet none truly seemed to stress him out. It was just another thing to be done, another item to obtain, another person to look out for. Day in and out, watch the children, watch the military’s progress in training new recruits, watch the Sheikah scientists continue to come up with new creations and make new breakthroughs.

Smile, say a few words, rinse, repeat. Go to bed, never fall asleep, get up, do it again.

He gave up even trying to go to bed tonight. He’d tolerated his son’s presence today. Tolerated it. What sort of father tolerates his children?

Link felt a twinge of something pull at his chest. His lips trembled. He leaned heavily on the balcony railing, sagging as if the weight of all the stars in the sky were bearing down on him.

There was a low rumble, a voice that practically growled as it chuckled. “So this is the fate of the Hero of Hyrule, then. You’re just as pathetic as I figured you to be.”

Link stiffened a moment at the voice, at the way his body physically reacted and wanted to scream and claw at the man. But no. He wasn’t there. He couldn’t be real. He’d sealed Ganondorf away years ago. Besides, last night Link had seen the Gerudo general he’d murdered when he was sixteen; he’d figured, after a week without sleep, he’d probably start seeing things. He’d gotten close to this level of exhaustion during the war, and he remembered he and Hemisi had nearly lost their minds.

It didn’t make it any more tolerable, though.

Link didn’t dignify the hallucination with a response.

“I’m grateful you didn’t marry my daughter,” Ganondorf continued, pacing the length of the balcony behind Link like a predator stalking its prey. “You would have ruined her.”

It stung, for a moment. Then Link almost laughed. “The only one who ruined her was you.”

“Imagine if I had won,” Ganondorf continued, either oblivious to his words or ignoring him. Could a hallucination ignore its creator? “Imagine the different state of things.”

“Hyrule would have burned,” Link snapped, glaring at him.

“Would it?” Ganondorf questioned. “Is it not burning slowly now, withering away as its nobles poison it from the inside out?”

“Zelda is working to fix that,” Link argued.

“Ah, yes. Zelda.” Ganondorf spat out the name like it was a curse. “How Nayru ever favored such a dim-witted child is beyond me.”

Link reached for a weapon before remembering he wasn’t armed. “You are the only fool I had the displeasure of knowing. Thinking you could control everything and in the end all you did was destroy it. Tell me, when you first came up with the plan to steal the Triforce, was murdering your entire family part of it or just a side quest for fun? You stood tall and proud like some king but you were nothing more than a clown, lapping at power like the pathetic boar that you were!”

“And yet here you stand,” Ganondorf hissed, motioning towards him. “The man with all the power in the world, and you are completely helpless.”

The fight drained out of Link, and he felt his face grow cold and pale. Rage filled him and exited just as quickly as he had no rebuttal.

Pathetic.

…He wasn’t wrong. Link was pathetic. He was weak and he knew it.

Years ago, he’d tried to end it in an act of desperation and fear, wanting to escape his imprisonment and avoid becoming a monster that he thought he was turning into.

Had he succeeded in avoiding such a fate? Was he not a monster?

He supposed he wasn’t. He was no Ganondorf. But… he was pathetic. Despite all his attempts to be otherwise, here he stood, arguing with thin air and unable to win.

“You were supposed to be the pride of the Sheikah,” he heard beside him, and he turned to see Lady Impa looking at him disappointedly. “Yet all you do is wallow in self-pity. Our duty is to the royal family, and you can’t even do that.”

“You’re no Hero,” Ganondorf sneered. “Heroes are powerful.”

“Heroes are selfless,” Impa added, walking up to stand beside the ghostly Gerudo man.

“How could anyone love such a wretch?” Ganondorf finally said.

“I don’t need your love or approval,” Link spat, though the fire had mostly drained out of him. It was less of a rebuke and more of a plea, a petition to himself to believe it.

He was over this conversation. He turned sharply, growing dizzy, staring down at the ground so, so far below.

Softer footsteps came next, lighter feet than the thundering steps of the monster he’d faced years ago but not as purposefully quiet as his chief. He caught sight of red hair in his periphery, and he saw Hemisi watching him, bubble ponytail over her shoulder, amber eyes reflecting the firelight.

Link bit back an exhausted sigh, squeezing his eyes shut. He should’ve known she’d inevitably appear in this insanity. He really should try to get some sleep. Would Zelda appear next? Or would his mind turn images of his own children against him?

Honestly, he probably deserved that more than anything.

“You look like shit,” Hemisi commented, an echo of her remark when they’d seen each other for the first time since Sonia’s baby shower. He recalled the incident fondly and forlornly, an event that probably should have never happened. But that had been years ago.

He wasn’t sure it was worth indulging this hallucination as well, and had very little energy to do so, but if he ignored it things would probably just get more out of control. “I haven’t slept in a week.”

“Why?”

Hell if he knew. He’d tried. He used to sleep too much. Now, suddenly, his body decided he just shouldn’t sleep at all. He’d had sleepless nights before, but never for such a long stretch. He felt like he was about to burst out of his own skin. He wasn’t entirely sure why any of this was happening.

“What’s wrong, Link?”

Her voice was so gentle. It made him want to scream.

But what was wrong? He had episodes where he felt down or unmotivated, but he hadn’t felt this insane since Sonia’s birth. His daughter was eight years old now!

“I don’t know,” he admitted quietly. “Maybe I’m just tired.”

Hemisi snorted. “I’d say so. You haven’t slept in a week.”

He supposed that was a silly remark to make, given the circumstances. But he really couldn’t fathom what was causing this.

Link smelled lavender all of a sudden, and he turned, noticing that Hemisi had vanished, and only saw a silhouette in the entrance to the balcony. The curls that haloed their head, as well as the mildly heavier build from childbearing gave away the person’s identity, her lavender soap carried in the chilly breeze.

“Zelda?” he asked hesitantly, wondering if this was somehow a more vivid hallucination or if the queen really was there.

The silhouette stepped out of the castle entirely and into the open air, and the torches cast their light on her. Zelda watched him, hands rising to hug her bare arms as she shivered a little.

She was responding to the environment. She had to be real.

“Link,” she said softly, green eyes roaming the area. “Who were you talking to?”

Great. The queen overhearing her husband steadily losing his sanity was the last thing he needed right now. He felt irritation sting, pulsing angrily behind his eyes with his ever-growing headache.

“Myself,” he answered truthfully. “Long night. Do you need something, Your Majesty?”

Zelda hesitated, noting, “Are you not cold? It’s getting chilly out here.”

Link glanced down at his attire. He was still wearing his summer clothes, the bright red tunic laced with golden embroidery overlayed by the dark forest green cloth that draped over his left shoulder and across his chest, cinched at the waist with a brown decorative belt made of leather and beads. There was no need to wear trousers in the summer for nobles in formalwear, something Link had never really enjoyed, but he’d adopted the dress as he was expected, wearing sandals with it. At least the tunic went to his knees. Nevertheless, Zelda was right – he was underdressed for the weather, but… he’d chosen to wear his summer attire as it had been warmer in the day and he’d wanted the nighttime cold to slap some semblance of clarity into his foggy mind.

The hallucinations did not seem to be indicating that it was working. The way he only just noticed he was shivering didn’t help, either.

Deflecting, he jutted his chin towards her briefly, his earrings jingling in the breeze with the movement. “And you?”

She was, after all, in her own warmer weather clothes, a sleeveless ocean blue knee-length simple dress overlapped with a milky white overdress that crossed over her chest, shoulder to opposite hip, before encircling her legs, more in the back than the front. She had a thicker belt with cloth bearing the symbol of the Triforce resting over the area the overdress left exposed. Her curly brown hair was pulled out of her face, though styled in its usual half-up/half-down manner, so at least her neck was likely somewhat warm. He could vaguely make out goosebumps over her light skin, despite her hands covering her upper arms and the bright blue skin paint that decorated her from upper arms to wrists.

“I’m freezing,” she admitted. “Come inside, Link.”

Did she actually need something? It was strange for her to seek him out this late. They certainly weren’t on as bad terms as they used to be at the start of their rocky marriage, but given her actions over Sonia’s training, Link had distanced himself and their son from her. He hadn’t wanted Orik dragged into her scheming like his sister had been. It had left their relationship… cool, to say the least.

Sighing, he complied. There was nothing left to do at this point, and he didn’t have the energy to argue further. His eye roamed the balcony, scanning for any more hallucinations, but his mind seemed to be having some mercy on him; the demon king, Link’s chief, and his former love were all gone.

His fingers stopped stinging from the cold as he followed the queen indoors, though the air was still fairly chilly. Zelda didn’t speak, instead wrapping an arm around him and guiding him along. He glanced at her, almost wanting to ask what this was about, but not caring enough to do so. With the minor alarm of haunting images of his past disappearing, he’d grown numb to the world once more.

Goddess, he just wanted to sleep.

The couple eventually wound up at the door leading to Zelda’s chambers. Link glanced at her again, wondering if she wanted what he thought she did. They hadn’t been physically intimate in years—early in their marriage it had been a push between the two, Zelda needing an heir and Link needing a release from everything, but as they had matured and had two children and steadily avoided each other, neither really wanted to instigate anything all that often.

So why did she want it now?

Zelda opened the door, guiding Link inside, and then sighed, releasing him and heading towards the roaring fire. Link looked around, feeling out of place, and honestly just wanted to leave. He watched the queen a moment longer, watched as she took off her belt and outer dress before grabbing a robe and bundling herself up.

“Come to bed,” she said. It wasn’t quite an order—he was very familiar with what those sounded like—but it still seemed firmer than a request.

Link sighed again. Debated the matter for a moment, growing annoyed at being stuck here, but quickly acquiesced, giving up on the matter. The bed was unbelievably soft and warm, yet simultaneously too hard and cold, his back hurting, hair on his body rising in anxiety, muscles aching, mind still unable to focus.

He… wasn’t sure he’d ever felt this awful. Had he felt this bad during the war, perhaps?

Maybe the night before Hemisi and I fought Ganondorf, he mused. But back then, he and Hemisi, despite how nervous they’d been, had also had each other. There had been a little comfort in that, in the promise of a future after everything, in the hope that the world wouldn’t end the next day as Ganondorf held Zelda and the capital hostage.

He was far over the bitterness of how everything had unraveled between him and the new chief of the Gerudo, but his heart still hurt thinking about the war, about a time when he knew what hope felt like. And he wanted to smack himself for it. His children brought him hope and joy.

Well. They had. Until whatever the hell this funk was had started poisoning him.

He had episodes like these, but they’d never been this awful. Nor this agonizing. He’d be exhausted, paralyzed, but it would last maybe a day or two, a brief spell before Lady Impa would track him down and help him, or his children would find a way to fetch him (he still was too scared to let them know where his room was, terrified of what he’d do if they startled him awake—his reactions weren’t as severe as they’d been, but he still worried).

Zelda slowly got in bed as well, watching him a moment. She no longer hid her expression, worry clear on her face, and it made Link feel like he was under scrutiny.

She was trying to be nice. That’s what this was. Perhaps she did need something, but not now. But he knew she could be kind as well, and that seemed to be her only motivation. He knew that. So why did he feel like a caged animal?

Link waited. Time passed. The fire died. Zelda fell asleep. He was still wide awake.

A whisper behind him made him turn sharply, though he tried to be quiet for his wife’s sake. He caught sight of a silhouette, and alarm made his eyes widen as he slinked out of bed, looking desperately for a weapon.

The person vanished.

Link wanted to scream. He couldn’t stay in here. If these hallucinations got worse, he could hurt Zelda. So he made his way back outside, hoping the cold would slap some sense into him.

He never made it to the balcony, though. Something else caught his eye. It sparkled in the night, like an ember from a torch, but it was darker.

The crispness of the early spring air froze over as if winter had come anew, and Link felt like the wind itself punched the air right out of his lungs. It was unnatural, like he was being squeezed, like something was crawling inside his skin and tearing him apart. His head pounded, and the world darkened, surrounded in purplish burgundy energy, like blood and poison mixing together in a sickening magic that could only be produced by someone who had let evil stain them to their very soul.

Ganondorf disappeared as he screamed, encased in the dark essence, and Link clutched Hemisi more firmly. She was still limp in his arms, having taken the brunt of the lightning attack he’d sent their way, able to redirect it before it could kill all three of them.

When the vicious tornado of malice dispersed from the center of the dark storm, a massive beast stood before them, and Link felt as if his heart stopped. It roared ferociously, and he rose to its threatening call, drawing his blade once more, surprised to see it glowing bright blue. Behind him, Zelda cast a spell of some sort, and Link could see the borders of the dark storm held in place by a golden light, the same barrier she’d used to protect herself in the castle.

The real fight had begun.

Link felt his blood freeze.

No. No.

It was a single spark, and he’d been hallucinating. Nothing was wrong. Ganondorf had been dead for years now, soul split viciously into four to prevent the demon he’d sold himself to, the demon he’d become, from ever returning. The cycle was broken. It was over.

Paranoia overrode reason in his mind. There was no way everything they’d done, everything he’d sacrificed, had been in vain.

Link moved quickly, foggy head gone, filled instead with frantic thoughts, one overlaying the other, choking him as he hyperventilated, barely able to make it to the stairs as his vision started to blur, as his fingers tingled and grew numb. He pulled a torch off the wall, nearly falling down the next flight, and tried to slow himself down, tried to tell himself this was just another hallucination.

“Is it, though, boy?”

Link whirled, seeing nothing, but that voice had been clear, as if he—

He shook his head. You just saw him on the balcony. It’s not real. You know that.

Yes, yes. Yes. It… it wasn’t real. None of this was real.

Yet there it was again. A dark spark, a piece of that awful, hellish storm that had eaten away at Ganondorf’s flesh, that had tried to consume all of them. The reveal of the true evil, the physical manifestation of how far the former Gerudo king had fallen, the…

The day Hemisi’s father had died. The day the man Link had viewed as a father had…

Link bit his tongue. Focus! You haven’t viewed him as a father since he captured you during the war!

It was beyond infuriating that such thoughts still lingered, but he blamed it on being sleep deprived. He had to think!

Link took a steadying breath, and he continued descending into the depths.

Hyrule Castle was a large and formidable fortress. It had been rebuilt and fortified after the damage from the war, after that final fight when Ganondorf had taken the capital. During the reconstruction, they’d created an inner sanctum in the lower levels, accessible only by the most trusted Sheikah and the royal family themselves.

Zelda had been trying for years to learn how to access the Sacred Realm so they could properly hide and protect the Triforce. Link knew little of her research, but he did know it existed. He was no sage, and his magic was practical, not fantastical. He had no way of knowing how to access such a world, and had left such sacred matters to her. In the meantime, though, it was heavily guarded in a vault near the Temple of Time, returned to its holy resting place from which it had been stolen years prior. But the inner sanctum…

Ganondorf’s soul had been split into four pieces. Three had disappeared into the sky, vanishing beyond anything they could find, no matter how many scouts they’d sent, no matter how the Sheikah had torn Hyrule apart to find it. Zelda had theorized they’d moved into a different realm entirely, as the Triforce could of course do such a thing. But one piece…

One piece had remained.

The Master Sword, a sacred blade constructed by the goddess, refined by her divine Hero, was specifically designed to seal away evil. And it held a piece of what Link had killed that day.

After what felt like an eternity, the king consort finally reached his destination. Two Sheikah flanked the entrance, noticing his approach, and knelt. He passed through the door without delay, walking through a room with false entrances to misguide anyone who might get this far.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

Link jumped, startled, turning to see Hemisi watching him.

Goddesses, not now, he grumbled, returning his attention to the doors.

“Link, you really do look awful,” Hemisi noted. “You need to sleep.”

“I know,” he snapped, still trying to focus on finding the right door. He knew which one it was, dammit, he just couldn’t think straight!

He heard a young man’s voice next, still somewhat tenor in youth, almost unfamiliar as it had been so long, but it made him freeze up.

“Stop trying to convince him, Hemisi, he’s too stubborn,” Merovar, Hemisi’s long dead brother, grumbled from Link’s other side. The hero turned, looking at the teenager, but despite how alive Merovar looked, all Link could see was the broken body on the battlefield, the bleeding stab wound, all he could hear was Hemisi screaming—

Link squeezed his eyes closed, putting his hands over his face, pushing on his temples, begging Hylia for help.

He heard a whisper, the same one from the queen’s bedroom, so, so distant but somehow so much more visceral than either hallucination. It was deep, rumbling, but too far away to be discernible. The Gerudo royal twins grew silent, disappearing from the room, and Link thanked the goddesses over and over as he finally found the door he needed, rushing to it and opening it.

The air froze, stealing Link’s breath away. His left arm lowered, torch nearly falling out of his numb grip.

The inner sanctum was a large, stone room, four corners posted with guardians affixed in place, large heads swiveling constantly to seek out threats. Their usually blue and amber lighting was flashing purplish red as they all focused on the center of the room, though there was no true target to fire at yet.

Yet.

Malice swam in the air, peeling off the Master Sword like smoke from a flame. The blade sat on an altar in the center, surrounded by a light blue barrier of Sheikah technology and magic, the eye of his people still glowing brightly to ensure the seal.

“Link.”

The torch dropped entirely, and Link scrambled back towards the door, terrified, breath coming out in rasps. No, no, NO!

The fear at hearing Ganondorf’s whisper faded though, morphing into rage. That monster would not return, would never return, and he would die before he let him hurt his children, his queen, or his kingdom!

The seal was still holding, but he wasn’t sure if it would continue to do so. He had to find a way to figure out why the sword wasn’t enough, why that piece of Ganondorf’s soul was seeping out like blood from a wound. Had the sword weakened?

He needed Ze—

“Link!”

Gasping, Link turned sharply, finally losing his balance entirely in his exhausted state. Zelda leapt forward to try and catch him, hands scrabbling for his tunic to help ease him to the ground. He reached for her desperately, gripping her shoulders, breathless, speechless—

He refused to be helpless. He refused.

“The seal,” he rasped. “We have to repair the seal!”

Zelda’s expression grew frantic as she looked up, examining every inch of the room. Link couldn’t fathom why she didn’t just look at the sword itself, but—

The world spun and then grew unnervingly, disturbingly still. Link held his breath until his vision grew hazy around the edges. The queen’s green eyes examined everything at least five times before she slowly looked back at her husband. When Link saw the concern, the anxiety, but a lack of overwhelming dread, he slowly glanced around the room as well.

The sword was dormant. The guardians were swiveling their heads as usual, a reassuring scrape of metal, blue eyes passive.

Had… had it all been…?

“I’d been having strange dreams,” Zelda said quietly, kneeling down to be at eye level with him. “A strange, impending dread. I thought… perhaps one of the nobles were going to try something. But… Link, I think my dreams are about you.”

Link swallowed, but he could only scrape the back of his throat, dry as it was. “M-me…? You… you think I’m the threat?”

The queen slowly moved her hands from his tunic to his face. “No, Link. No. I… I think you need to rest.”

You’re becoming a threat.

But he… he could’ve sworn—!

What if you’d broken the seal in your panic?

Oh, goddess. Oh, goddess.

He heard footsteps behind the queen, and Impa came into view. The look on her face mirrored the nervous energy she’d had as she’d taken care of him all those years ago, when he’d tried to take his life.

“I—I swear, I—” Link tried to argue, but found his voice failing him, and suddenly, just like that, he was helpless again.

Weak. Pathetic. The words spat in his mind through Ganondorf’s own voice, and he whirled to look at the sword once more.

Nothing.

“Link,” Impa called gently, hand warm on his tense, shivering back. “Come on. We’ll get you something to drink to help you sleep.”

Was he… really…?

Link shivered, curling in on himself, feeling more humiliated and useless than he had in a very long time. The two women flanked him, gently holding him.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out brokenly.

“It’s okay,” Impa assured gently, oh so gently, that same soft tone she’d used so many years ago.

“We’re going to help you,” Zelda affirmed, her own tone softer than he was used to.

Slowly, Link let them help him stand. He took one last look at the room, at how peaceful it was, and felt like he was going to be sick.

Why did something still feel wrong? Was it just him?

The three made their way back up the countless stairs. The queen let out a small sigh – despite the worry she had for her husband, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat reassured that there wasn’t something else going on. She’d never had visions that pertained to Link, though, and it was frankly a little terrifying that he’d gotten this bad. The chief of the Sheikah watched her boy worriedly, wondering if he’d been on the brink of something far worse, remembering how bad he’d gotten when he was eighteen, terrified that he could’ve almost broken the seal himself without even realizing it. The king consort felt miserable and petrified in his own right, wondering if he should even be allowed anywhere, ignoring how his cheek stung over his old scar he’d gotten from Ganondorf.

But it didn’t matter what the three thought. Plans were in motion. A former ruler sat in the dungeons, awaiting his triumphant return. And farther in the depths than the former King of Hyrule, the inner sanctum remained spotless.

Except for one little spark.

[erehwontownies]

🎉 Big Announcement

I have some important changes coming to way the townies will be shared. Here's what to expect! It's a lot, but don't worry: we're not stopping any time soon.

What's New

✨ Version 2 Townies — The main announcement! New, expanded makeovers for existing townies in order to incorporate new CAS features, such as romance options and eyelashes. There will be new and familiar faces in the households. Most sims will get new appearances, wardrobes, and additional traits.

✨ Moving To the Main Blog — After much thought, I've decided to move the townie posts to my main blog @m0ckest which I'll encourage you now to follow if you want to keep up with the townies. Feel free to unfollow the original blog @erehwontownies, as new Version 2 Townies will be posted directly on @m0ckest. @erehwontownies will be deleted when I've caught up with all the existing makeovers. A download archive to the old makeovers will be available.

Post Format — Sims in preview pictures will now be shown with the CC skin details I use. Downloads will remain CC-free and available on the gallery, simfileshare, & patreon. Most household descriptions will be re-written and sims will now have short individual biographies in the post. (My picture-editing skills have also improved lol.)

Bulk Downloads — Been meaning to do this for a long time! They'll be available by world.

Future Plans

Save File — There's a long way to go before we arrive here and I haven't worked out exactly how I want to execute it, but the townies will eventually be incorporated into their own save file with relationships and clubs for easy use.

Questions?

Feel free to send me an ask/message on my main blog @m0ckest!

I've had so much fun sharing my townie makeovers and it brings me joy to see other people interested in them. Thank you, as always, for hanging out with me and I'm excited for the new chapter of Erehwon Townies! Love y'all! 🥰

[marsattaxk]

「Swan Song」 / KATSUKI BAKUGO EXTRA

MY HERO ACADEMIA  ✦  KATSUKI BAKUGO × BALLERINA!GN!READER  ✦ ©marsattaxk 2024

AUTHORS NOTE: hawaiian cocktail from spongebob starts playing. me when i lie and say i'd try to be consistent but ended up disappearing for two months. my bad y'all. i promise i didn't forget about you all and this fanfic, however university ended up grabbing me by the jugular and not letting go until just earlier this month. i, unfortunately, don't have the next chapter for y'all, i weep as well, but i do have something to give y'all as an early Christmas present. at some point this week y'all will get a BONUS ENCOUNTER and today you are getting head canons, twitter profiles, relationship moments, and some random ass facts about SWAN, aka you, the reader, they needed a name so I wasn't going crazy writing [Y/N] all the time. As well as a small preview to the BONUS ENCOUNTER that shall come later out this week. So please forgive me for the wait, i'll start working on chapter two this month so hopefully you'll have a new year's blessing. so for now, peace and love, stay freaky and angsty. - mars

FACTS ABOUT SWAN ( AKA [Y/N] ):

Swan from now on shall be the name we use when talking specifically about ballerina! [y/n], since a: it’s shorter, b: goes with their quirk, and c: since this story is part of a universe of fics, it helps differentiate them from the other [y/n]’s that at some point will appear

Just to quickly get it out of the way, there shall be no physical descriptions of Swan, just that they are tall, and there will be minor tidbits here and there about random things, but never something that talks about their appearance, birthday, ethnic background, etc. The only thing about their nationality is that they are not from Japan, that's it. 

They are at least bilingual. I mean, they moved from their home country to go do ballet in a complete different one with a whole new language they at least known two languages. Maybe three if we count the English classes students take in school.

While there is no specified birthday for Swan, since y’all’s birthdays are their birthday, they are older than Katsuki. It could be by a year or by a few months they are just older than Katsuki.

Anyway moving on, I stated in the fic and in the notes that they are tall. How tall? In the current, present set of the fanfic, they are 5’11. They are on the way taller side of the spectrum for ballerina height, but hey a little height never hurt anyone. And just to give a bit more insight on this story’s epilogue (yes there will be an epilogue) they shall remain taller than Bakugou. So, tall partner for the win. 

They are left-handed. It’ll probably show up in future chapters but when it came to writing down basic plot points for each, I described them as using their left hand for a lot of basic tasks such as writing, and using scissors. 

It’s mentioned in the story, but they come from a pro-hero family. Their parents are pro-heroes, as well as their grandparents, and great-grandparents. They are the first in three generations to not become a pro hero.

I guess you can kinda infer it but they are closer with their dad than they are with their mom. They have a good relationship with both, don't get me wrong, however there's been moments where they feel like their mom wants them to follow the pro-hero lifestyle more than what they want. While their dad just wants them to do what they are happy doing.

They aren’t really close with their extended family. Not due to problems or arguments, just due to the fact they never see them, and how they now live on the complete other side of the planet. Plus being a ballerina in a pro-hero family doesn’t give you much to talk about. 

Which is even more highlighted by the fact they are an only child. Having no siblings to continue the family tradition of being pro-heroes for their parents. Sometimes they feel as if their extended family pities their parent’s for having a child who wanted to follow what they love more than a tradition.

It’s mentioned in chapter 1 that their whole life is just ballet. This unfortunately led them to not have much to talk about with people in school as once everyone else has their short lived interest and they were trying to achieve their life long dream.

They practically always wear black. The only time they wear color is when they are at practice, during performances, and rehearsals. Any other time they are always wearing black. 

I don't wanna just throw a style at y'all in case you have a completely different way of thinking Swan dresses in, but in my head I see Swan as having a very casual style. Wearing zip up jackets, loose jeans, sneakers. That type of wear since every other day they are wearing leotards and point shoes to dance in.

The ballet performance that they were watching on TV that made them want to be a prima ballerina was Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake (I’m so funny chat). 

It’s mentioned in the first chapter and in the notes, Swan’s quirk is called Swan Song. Their families quirk’s are all, if not most, bird related. 

Swan Song is a quirk that allows Swan to be able to dance with supernatural precision and elegance. As well as create graceful and artistic effects out of air currents. However, their quirk requires them to be at an emotional state, and since they are constantly at practice, they are always over emotional and prone to outburst. As well as be exhausted from the constant use of it for performances.

While ballet may be Swan's ultimate passion, I like to think they have other hobbies outside of just ballet (I mean that’d just be sad). They like to listen to music, as well as have some knowledge of playing the piano (I mean Tchaikovsky was a composer and he composed Swan Lake). They are also very much an avid reader because I said so and because I like to imagine that their favorite book is The Perks of Being a Wallflower. 

Oh, going back to dance. Ballet isn't the only type of dance style that Swan does or did. They used to do contemporary, and did some modern dance. But, ballet is what they focus on more. Swan also isn't opposed to learning other styles of dance, even if ballet is their main one, they are still a dancer and they'd like to learn more.

They also did gymnastics for a year. It was to help them become more flexible for certain moves in ballet. They enjoyed it, but it's not for them.

Their favorite game of all time is Persona 4, which includes Golden.

In general their favorite games are story-based rpg’s. They like the way the stories flow and how everything connects in the end.

Some of Swan’s favorite artists include, but are not limited to: The Marias, Laufey, Imogen Heap, Tommy february6/ heavenly6, Tory Lanez, etc. 

I will drop a playlist if y'all ask me too. 

Contrary to popular belief, Swan doesn’t have a favorite hero, even after growing up in a hero household. From a young age they used to say their parents. Now? They don’t have one. They really have no care for the hero world.

When texting they always type in lowercase. It may be due to the fact that their handwriting is so small, that to imitate that through text they always type in lowercase. And in short text as well, which unfortunately pisses off Katuski in some instances. Example:

Katsuki <3: Did you see the post about that movie you wanted to go see? (clearly trying to take his partner out)

Swan: yeah

Swan: what about it?

Katsuki <3: Didn’t you want to go see it?

Swan: yeah

Swan: i’ll probably go see it my friends 

Katsuki <3: …

Katsuki <3: Dumbass, I’m trying to invite you to go watch it.

Swan: oh 

Swan: why didn’t you just ask?

Katsuki <3 : … I should have expected you to not pick up what I was putting down. 

Swan: hey >:(

Swan is me, and I am Swan. We both don’t understand social cues.

Talking about social cues.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS: 

There won’t be spoilers for the chapters but mostly just post story/ they are dating headcanons. And maybe, just maybe, some small epilogue stuff. 

I’m sorry to disappoint chat, but neither of them have relationship experience. If you thought, well maybe Swan does, nope. They are two teens who for a great majority of their lives focused on one thing, they are idiots when it comes to romance. 

Unlike Katsukie who practically never had a crush in his life, Swan fortunately did, so they get some brownie points. 

I’ll get it out of the way, both of them are queer. Have you seen those Izuku and Katsuki moments? Yeah, explosion murder god Dyamight is bisexual in this universe you can’t tell me otherwise. But, yeah dude knew he was bisexual from an early age. I’m going off those head canons of Katsuki seeing nothing wrong about thinking of marrying Izuku when they were kids, and not caring about it, but that’s just me chat. 

Swan? Queer. They are just queer, I envision them always knowing they didn’t care about gender from a young age and that just stuck until they found the label of queer. They’ve had crushes on guys, girls, they’s, trans, and everything in between since middle school, but Katsuki is their first boyfriend. 

They are each other's firsts. First relationship, first kiss, first date, first hand holding, idk just firsts in general. 

Their official first date, happens right after the last chapter (yeah, y’all wont get to see it lmao (you’ll get a BONUS ENCOUNTER of it though)), Katsuki takes them on a late picnic by the river date (all while still in ballet gear (mans couldn’t wait))

While they will briefly interact in one of the chapters, Swan didn’t meet the bakusquad until later on in their relationship (the bonus encounter y’all are getting is about this).

The first ever bonus encounter isn’t just about meeting bakusquad but also meeting Katsuki’s parents, so I won’t go too much into them here. But for Swan's parents, Katsuki meets them after a performance. He thought they wouldn’t be there and then he ended up at dinner with Swan, and their parents at a fancy restaurant while he was wearing the most casual iteration and definition of formal attire. 

His mother did end up yelling at him after finding this out.

Speaking of Mitsuki. She loves Swan. She genuinely believes they are a good influence on Katsuki and enjoys seeing his son happy with someone.

Also this is just me, but I’m a big enjoyer of the concept of Katsuki and his partner basically just being Mitsuki and Masaru when they were younger. And so that’s what Swan and Katsuki are.

It’s probably no secret but you could infer that Swan's physical therapy sessions will come to an end first than Katsuki’s, meaning the entire time Katsuki is still going through his rehabilitation he is complaining to Swan about how he left him all alone in the therapy center. 

Katsuki’s love language is acts of service, while Swans is quality time.

Yapper x Listener. You can guess who’s who. 

They are also: angry, aggressive orange cat and calm, elegant black cat.

They have a blend on spotify together. It took Swan literally begging Katsuki to actually even agree to do so.

He literally out of the blue texted them that their music taste wasn’t that bad making them freak out over the fact he had in fact joined the blend.

Continuing with the spotify talk, since you can see what your friends are listening on spotify, sometimes Katsuki wonders if something is wrong when he sees Swan listening to some sad, heartbreak song, and sits there and wondering if he no longer has a partner. (he still does (Swan just likes sad songs)). 

Katsuki is a romance manga reader, while Swan reads shonen manga as well as thriller/ horror. 

Going back to the hero thing. Katsuki took it upon himself to teach Swan about heroes, especially All Might. So, now Swan has some idea of who these people on TV are.

They both don't use pet names at all. They mostly just stick to each others names. However, Katsuki does pull out the 'baby' whenever he notices that Swan is getting nervous. In turn, whenever Katsuki starts to get agitated, Swan pulls out either 'Suki', 'baby', or the deadly combo 'Suki, baby'. It works wonders on the blonde.

Whenever Katsuki texts Swan, and they can’t type out a response, they send him a picture of whatever it is they are doing.  

Example: Katsuki could asked them what they are doing and they’d respond with a picture, sometimes video, of them just at the dance studio.

This also connects with the fact that at random, Swan sometimes will send Katsuki pictures of two random things together and just caption it with the words ‘us’. And no, Katsuki still doesn’t understand how a creeper and an enderman from minecraft are the two of them. 

This leads to the fact of Swan calling them Badtz-maru and Kuromi. Katsuki did not see it at first but he’s come around to it.

Quickly circling back to bakusquad, they absolutely adore Swan. Most wonder how Katsuki was able to pull them but hey mans got a partner and that’s all Kirishima can ask of his best bro. 

Katsuki has to deal with Swan sending him those random couple trend videos tiktok. He greatly disapproves of most of them and actively judges a lot of tiktok couples. The only trend he actually liked was the ‘I wanna turn the whole world upside down’ one. 

While the two of them don’t get into arguments and fights often, they do happen and they mostly resolve it in the end because communication is something they do. No we will never have a miscommunication trope here chat, I can’t stand them. 

A small sneak peak into their future, and epilogue. They are still together, and they are married. It took a while, some heartbreak, tears, multiple connecting flights, but they are married. 

They are the definition of Pro-Hero and his Talented, Beautiful, Out of This World Spouse that he can’t stop bragging about. 

Yes, Katsuki does have a 5+ hour compilation on youtube of him just referencing, talking about, mentioning his spouse, and girlfriend at the time, he is very much proud of it. This started when he graduated from UA. 

That's all I’ll give. I wanna save the rest for the actual epilogue. 

I think this is obvious but he attends all of their performances. 

We love a supportive boyfriend who supports your borderline obsessive lifelong career

The first time the rest of class 1-A, or 2-A in this case, met Swan was during the sport festival since Katsuki invited them to watch him compete in it. Just like bakusquad, they were all shocked Katsuki was the first one in their class to get a significant other. (eyes shift to the side as if I’m hiding something up my sleeve).

It won’t be mentioned in the BONUS ENCOUNTER because it’s mostly focusing on bakusquad and Katsuki’s parents meeting Swan, but he actually introduced them to All Might and Izuku to before anyone else because that’s his favorite hero and mentor as well as his best friend. 

All Might was proud of young Bakugo for finding a connection with someone else that wasn’t young Midoriya. 

Meanwhile, Izuku ‘I know everything about Kacchan’ Midoriya was freaking out about the fact Katsuki didn’t tell him that he had gotten a partner sooner. 

The two of them yelled at each other while Swan and All Might had a pleasant conversation between themselves while drinking tea. 

Katsuki mostly just has social media because of the fact he’s going to become a famous pro-hero and needs to somehow interact with fans (even though we all know he won't) but he instead mostly uses it to see what his friends are retweeting, posting, and reposting. And to see all the stuff Swan sends him on tiktok. 

He only ever posts about band practice, UA hero work related stuff, or just of him and Swan. That's it. We love a chronically offline king. 

Speaking of social media.

SMAU ( FAKE TWITTERS AND TEXTS):

A quick thing, any of the pictures used do not depict how you, the reader, look like. They are just used to show what or how Katsuki’s and Swan’s (you) relationship looks like. 

SWAN'S TWITTER:

KATSUKI'S TWITTER:

THE TWO OF THEM:

TEXTS:

Damn. I sure as hell gave you all a lot of content to enjoy and maybe come up with more head canons, ideas, scenarios in your heads. I hope this keeps y'all fed for a little while. But, just like i promised. Here is a sneak peak into the BONUS ENCONTER. Recount the night that I first met your mother, that shall drop at some point this week.

SYNOPSIS: Two months into their relationship, KATSUKI BAKUGO finally has the realization that his parents would have to meet his partner, [Y/N]. He struggled to rationalize prolonging the inevitable while also handling his group of friends hounding him to finally and properly introduce them to each other. What he doesn’t know is that while he is trying to find a way to introduce [Y/N] to his parents, is that they have already met.

TAGLIST (open): @oddball08

[sarahowritesostucky]

Just a little preview of what I'm obsessing over today. Can't write any more right now 'cause I have to go to work. Let me know what y'all think!

Lee Bodecker x OFC : Sweet as Pie

The bell above the door ‘dings’ as Lee pushes inside that evening. His mouth thins as he glances around the length of the diner and thinks, Jesus, pink. It’s an old double railcar joint that’d gone to shit over the years, but somebody bought it last year and fixed it up, and it’s been open since the spring.

Lee squints at the teenagers that are there in a couple of weeknight gaggles, sipping their milkshakes on double dates. He's still in uniform from work, so he gets the usual avoidant glances as he ambles all the way to the back to a two-seater booth in the corner. He sits with his back to the wall and waits until the girl waiting tables pops out from the kitchen and notices him. She’s the whole reason he’s even there. 

“Margaret Laferty,” he drawls, grinning and eyeing her up as she walks over with a plastic menu in hand. “Christ, Miss Maggie, you look just the same.” She blushes and smiles, and Lee amends, “Naw, prettier. You grew up some since I saw you last.” He accepts the menu that she hands him and opens it to take a look, even though he’s not really there for the food. He lets his eyes drag over her body, admiring the way the cute waitress dress hugs her body. She’s a petite little thing, but a few years have given her some curves in all the right places. She’s developing a woman’s body now, no longer the stick-skinny schoolgirl Lee used to see in the front pew each Sunday. “How long’s it been, Darlin’? I thought you’d gone off to college?” 

Her smile wavers and she averts her eyes. “Oh. Yeah. Well, you know … That didn’t, uh, didn’t exactly pan out.”

“No?” 

She shrugs. “I’m back here for now. To help my mom.”

Lee sobers and nods in understanding. Roy Laferty’s locked up right now, serving two to ten out in Watoosa. Lee should know: he’s the one who was on-scene that night, slapped the cuffs on the sorry sonofabitch himself.

Still, it ain’t Maggie’s fault that her father’s a no-good town drunk whose number’s finally come up. “That’s real good of you, Mags,” he says solemnly. “You’re a good girl. Your momma’s lucky to have you.”

She nods politely, but it’s only manners. “Thanks, Sheriff.” 

Lee feigns displeasure. “Now how many times I gotta tell you to call me Lee?” he teases, pleased when it gets a little smile out of her. He grins and points at her warningly. “Don’t make me have to tell you again. That’s a ticketable offense.”

She titters shyly and fumbles to get out her notepad and pen. “Right. I’ll try to remember. … Lee.”

Boy, his name sure does sound good coming from her pretty mouth. Lee can’t help but imagine what it’d sound like riding the coattails of a sweet little moan. “Good girl,” he murmurs, well-aware of how she squirms in response to the praise. He sucks his teeth and takes another look down at the menu. “This is my first time in here. What’s good?”

“Oh! Um, well the milkshakes are popular,” Maggie says. “And the cheeseburger.”

“Hm. I guess that’s what I’ll have to get, then,” he decides, closing the menu and setting it down. “But say … You got any pie ‘round here?”

She nods brightly. “Oh sure! Peach and cherry pie. Just fresh today.”

Lee grins and leans forward with playfully narrowed eyes. “Did you make ‘em, by any chance?” She bites her lip and nods, and Lee slaps the Formica tabletop cheerfully. “Well there you have it. Gimme a slice of pie instead of the milkshake. I’ve had your pie at the county fair, young lady. I know you make ‘em better than any I ever had before.” She blushes beautifully and smiles, and Lee slides the menu over to her from across the table. “Cheeseburger and fries, sweet tea, and a slice of pie.”

“What kind do you want?” she asks.

“Hmm, if you made it? How about I try that peach pie?” He shoots her a wink. “Slice ‘a peach, from a peach.”

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Nonnie! - I've named her Margaret as requested, but will be heavily using the nicknames Mags, Maggie, and Magpie. Hope that still hits the spot!

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tged webtoon ep 156 spoilers and thoughts below the cut yeah yeah yeah

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I DONT KNOW WHY BUT I THINK THE WAY HE SITS BACK HERE IS REALLY SILLY HEEHEE

also if the panels are slightly blurry uuuuuh no they're not dont worry abt it

ok back to the top bc holy shit this chapter made me crazy again

OF ALL THE CHARACTERS I COULD HAVE EXPECTED A RETURN OF. IT WAS NOT LUPELLAN

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I REALLY THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH THAT GUY CAUSE YKNOW. DEAD. BUT HERE WE ARE AHHHH ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER

and ohhh god the restoration of fate kicking in alongside all of this is insane ,, , god it might even happen sooner depending on how quickly they kick their plans into gear ,,, also this guy (forgot his name LMFAO) looks downright terrifying

i wonder how they'll go about it actually,,, especially since alicia has already had a dose of that like, dark magic paranoia poison back when she raided targa's castle. will she be able to combat what their planning,,, do they know she had been poisoned before? probably not, right? ooohhh im so curious to know,,,,,,,

ANYWAY AHH LLOYD AND JAVIER AHHHHHH AAAHHHH

LLOYD GETTING. EMOTIONAL OVER FINALLY BEING CLOSE TO GETTING THE ANSWERS HE NEEDS BUT THEN IMMEDIATELY PUSHING PAST IT GGGHHHRRRRR GGGG IM BITING MY HAND IM BITING MY HAND

he's finally so close . he's so close to being able to permanently protect this place that he loves so dearly . ooohhhghhh hhhhh . he's gotta pursue and continue to the end god im shaking him

AND THEN JAVIER BEING FOND OF HIM

im so sorry i dont have a lot of brilliant things to say im just. KICKING MY FEET ROLLING ON THE FLOOR IM. AAAHHHH my singular Analysis braincell hasn't kicked in yet sorry

sorry okay if i just post panels and scream i wont actually get anywhere but i REALLY liked the oneliners/jokes in this episode specifically got me giggling my ass off

AND LLOYD BEING A FUCKING SCHEMER TOO YOU ASSHOLE /AFF

TOP TIER ACTOR WHAT THE HELLL HAHAHAHA HIS SMUG ASS FACE

i remember seeing a post on twt about the episode preview and it was this left frame of lloyd crying and i was like "WTF FULLY EMOTIONAL MOMENT WITH LLOYD??" BUT NO ITS JUST HIM BEING CONNIVING AS USUAL LMAO

and javier's reaction HAHAHAHAHAHAA

OH ANDNDD AND AND MY FAV PART OF THIS EP

shaking crying at the way they look at each other oh my god . javier fully understanding lloyd . that the outcome lloyd wants isnt just one that benefits himself or the estate, but one that satisfies everyone,,, theyre on the same page they want the same thing a good ending for everyone they love im gonna lose my fucking MARBLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PROTAGONISTS EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

AND AND ANDD THE CALLUSES ON LLOYDS HANDS. IM. SHAKING CRYING AND JAVIER'S EXPRESSION AT HIS HANDS AAHHH AAA

lloyd saying this n that about being pragmatic and yet there's this blatant fucking evidence that he's been working so hard and so long for the most idealistic, best results for the people he cares about and the people he comes across no matter what . "pragmatic" and he's going about things in a long, constructive and taxing process all so that he can fight fate while also saving people instead of realistically accepting the permanence of it . this is so poorly worded but i hope u understand HOW INSANE THIS MAKES MEEE and javier catches this for sure the fucker im shaking him

AND THEIR GOD DAMN HIGH FIVE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"business relationship" I THINK NOT! Y'ALL HIGH FIVE'D!!! AAHHAFDLKJSDFHAHHAHAHAHAHA IM GONNA THROW UP /POS

THIS MADE ME SO FUCKING EMOTIONAL FOR SOME REASON I. GHGHGHHGHGHGHGHH the first high five they share im gonna fall apart into ten billion pieces

i said this on twt but like. if anyone suggests a high five irl i think i'm actually gonna just bawl in front of them i'm so serious llovier is a fucking plague

and their second one about the hellgate was really cute/funny LMFAOOO

this ep had me giggling and wiggling around like a fucking millipede i loved this so much HEHEHEHE

i think this is just abt the beginning of the end of the truth jewel arcs,,, god i wonder what the jewel will say!!! PRAYING that it says fate can be fought bc if it says "lol nah u cant" the devastation and anguish that would follow would be INSANE i wouldnt be able to take it. id stop reading right then and there /j

AND LUPELLAN AND THAT OTHER GUY WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO TO ALICIA OH GODDDD

anyway that's all for now ,,,, i will see u next week, ,,,, or whenever i make my next shitpost,,,,!!!! end post!!!!!!!!!!

[hwasshvur]

Shadowed Obsession ( Chapter two )

summary: when Y/N a normal girl who worked at a library or bookstore and tried to get through college helped a male get a 'gift' turned into her nightmare.

Nasia's Note: OKAY! thank you for all the likes on chapter one and the preview of this chapter. I have the biggest writer's block so I apologize for the terrible chapter but this chapter is DARK!

TW/: Yandere, threats, death mentions, angst, stalking, kidnapping, death threats, drugging, torture (carving his name on you with a pocket knife)

pairing: Wooyoung x female reader

WARNING: This story does NOT portray Wooyoung or any other idol mentioned in any way this is strictly for the plot.

You looked around and made sure everything was still in place before you walked to your car when you got a message from your brother.

sung <3: are you home yet?

You: no sadly, I'm just ensuring everything is in place for Cara tomorrow.

sung <3: Ah okay I'm going to a party with Jay tonight so I'll be home late. I'll bring some food home!

You: okay! Have fun! and don't drink too much.

sung <3: okay and I won't Mom.

You rolled your eyes at his smart remark and proceeded to turn off the lights grab your tote bag and walk to the parking lot where you spotted your car and another car you assumed it was a college couple making out and walked to your vehicle. unlocking it and driving home. You made it home safe ( shocker ) got in the shower and decided to watch Netflix to kill a little bit of time when you swore up and down you heard someone call your name in the distance. You weren't stupid enough to walk out and investigate instead you turned your TV off laid down in your bed and tried to go to sleep, you closed your eyes and heard faint footsteps walking in the hallway of Heesungs and your shared apartment. You knew it wasn't Heesung he would've called stating he was on his way home and that he brought your food. Someone had to be in your apartment but who? and why? Your bedroom door slowly opened. Your heart was beating out of your chest but you pretended to be asleep maybe whoever it was would leave instead of murdering you. What did this person want you and your older brother were literal college students living in a crappy apartment that y'all college provided for students who didn't want to live on campus, Y'all worked at the community library nothing is exciting about that unless you really loved books. "My angel... I know you're awake" Wait... That voice sounds so familiar but you heard so many voices today that it's hard to decipher who it was. A cold hand came and caressed the side of your face. "Come on Y/N open your eyes. I'm not stupid" You gave in and opened your eyes looking straight at ... "Wooyoung?" your customer from earlier why is he here? "Why are you in my home? How did you get in? How did you even get here?" you asked him obviously scared shitless as you slowly sat up and slowly reached for your phone behind your back. "You ask too many questions. Move your hand." Wooyoung replied grabbing your arm. "You're not calling the cops on me I waited too long and worked too hard for this," Wooyoung said forcing you to stand clearly getting upset, and dragging you out of your room. "NO! STOP!" You screamed trying to throw yourself around. "It hurts me I have to do this" Wooyoung said as calmly as he could as he pulled out a tranquilizer stabbed your neck and injected it. Your squirming came to a halt as you collapsed in his arms. "It's okay baby... I'm taking you home now."

Wooyoung took you back to his house and gently placed you on the bed he built for you. he tied a rope around your wrist, proceeded to walk upstairs, grabbed your phone, and texted your brother.

You ( well wooyoung): sung, I'm going to one of my male friend's houses!

Sung <3: Who? And this late why?

You: His name is Yeosang and he asked if I wanted to play games and hang out since he wasn't going out tonight.

Sung <3: Oh ok. Be safe <3

You: Thanks love you <3

Wooyoung smirked to himself and turned off your phone he thanked yeosang for becoming your close friend and also letting wooyoung use his name as an excuse. Sometime later you woke up to a dim yellow light and a comfortable bed the walls were black and a quiet humming was heard. You tried to rub your eyes but your hands were tied up there was a sting in your neck from where wooyoung injected the tranquilizer. You started screaming for help praying that someone from outside would hear you and call the cops but you know that chances are slim. You heard heavy footsteps walking towards the basement and that's when Wooyoung came into sight. "You're up angel," Wooyoung said tilting his head to the side with a smirk. "You're going to kill me aren't you?" You asked looking down at your legs. Wooyoung swore his heart almost broke completely in half. "Kill you? NO. I want your heart Y/N. I want to actually love you and show you that all men aren't as shitty as your ex-boyfriends, I want to cherish you and show you that I'm the only one you need." He says walking towards you and caressing the side of your face. "Cherish me? you want to cherish me but you kidnapped me..." You moved your face away from his hand. "And I would never date you. even if we were the last two people on earth and we needed to repopulate I would never ever EVER be with you. So get out of your head and ignore this stupid fantasy that you got going on in your head." Wooyoung's jaw dropped. Did you really mean the words that came out of your mouth or were you just trying to make him upset. His jaw clenched and he gripped your chin. "Fine if you want to act this way then I'll show you where it gets you" Wooyoung let go of your chin walked upstairs grabbed his pocket knife that was on the living room table and walked back downstairs to the basement. "You see this?" He said opening the pocket knife "Don't worry about apologizing because I'll make sure you know. You are mine and I will treat you better." He grabbed your leg and held it down. "What are you doing?!" You start trying to kick your legs. "Marking you," Wooyoung said before he started to carve his name into your thigh. You started screaming and crying trying to throw yourself around but Wooyoung had you in a tight hold making sure you didn't move. "There!" Wooyoung said with a smile. You looked down to see 'Wooyoung' on your thigh. Tears streamed down your face and you started screaming about how much you hated him. Wooyoung just smirked and walked upstairs leaving you there to tire yourself out. Soon you did laying there with puffy eyes and his name with dried-up blood around it. Wooyoung came back down to the basement and started to clean up the wound.

[bloodlinesceo]

Stress Alt. Ending (Preview)

A/N: Just a few snippets for the alternate ending of Stress. I do plan on starting right away as I'm finally free from finals & this semester 🥳

Pairings: Tama Tonga x Fem! Reader

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ Arguing, swearing, mentions of rehab & break up.

"Tama, please. I want to talk to you" you said stepping in front of him. "Oh, now you want to talk?! When I wanted to talk to you at Waffle House, you tried to bite. Get out of my way Y/N" he spat turning around to leave. "Listen, I was in a rush & had to leave. We could've talked about this another time" you said. He turned around to face you, "you said, you didn't want to even go anywhere with me, and I'm not gonna forget. I was locked up for months in that center, because of you, your fiancé & his Bloodline" he said pointing at you. Why don't you go back to them? Why ain't lover boy here backing you up?" questioned Tama.

Your face flushed red in embarrassment as you looked down, "we're not together anymore, we called off the engagement" you confessed softly. Tama cocked his brow at you, he felt a pinch on his heart, was it sympathy? No he can't, he's not gonna put the pain he had for months aside & start caring for you again.

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Loa: So are you thinking of getting back with her?

Tama: Idk man, it's complicated.

Hikuleo:

Loa: Hikuleo ???

Tama: Can y'all stop having a meme party & help me out?

Loa: Okay, do you still like her?

Tama: ...

Loa: I'm not playing connect the dots toko, what does that mean?

Tama: I still felt bad when she mentioned about her & Roman. Maybe there's some feelings left. I'm still mad about the situation I was kept in.

Loa: Well to be honest, you hurt a few people too to get there. It worried me about you.

Tama: I know...and they worked on that with me while I was at the center. Along with ways to cope with the issues I come across.

Loa: And I know you've changed, just talk to her & see where it goes. Hopefully you both come to an agreement & you figure out where your feelings stand.

Tama: Damn, you sound like my therapist

Loa: I'm just wise as they come 😁

Hikuleo: I disagree

Loa: @ Hikuleo you've never had a break-up in your life have you?

Hikuleo: Nah

ELP: HE'S LYING! YOU LEFT ME IN JAPAN 😭

Tama: @ELP WTF?! When did you get added into this chat?

Hikuleo: I added him last year when we were all in Japan & that was supposed to be between us only 😒 @ELP

ELP: 🤐

Loa: Betraying your wifey here & your ass still hasn't debuted yet 🤣

Hikuleo: And when I do, I'm running to Smackdown & coming for your ass first 🙄

Tama: Anyway, I'll speak to Y/N tomorrow about this.

Hikuleo: Seriously?

Tama: Trust me, bro

Hikuleo: #ThankYouCMPunk

Tama: Get tf out, I'm telling them to delay your debut 😑

Hikuleo: @Loa Are you sure he changed??? 👀

Tama:

[hwanchaesong]

Sanctuary (Love Epiphany) Preview

pairing: Heeseung X F!Reader

synopsis: Cupid's arrow was thought to be amiss, but as the world slows down and the gravity of reality pushes the feelings out just for the arrow to pierce through it, causing flowers to start blooming even during winter.

word count: tba

genre & warnings: angst, smut, fluff, warnings tba

a/n: this is a teaser for the upcoming Enhypen: Tropes & Parallels series that i've been working on. i hope y'all look forward to it. please don't hesitate to tell me if you wanted to be added to the taglist. tysm 🩷

Heeseung felt his lungs burn, desperate for air. He felt his knees buckle, begging for a few minutes of rest. He felt his heart beat faster, tired of pumping blood to keep him oxygenated. He felt his brain go numb, shutting down from how much thinking he's done for the past hour.

But he couldn't stop yet, no, he's not gonna pause his mission on finding you.

He needs to see you, to talk to you, to hold you, to hear your angelic voice once more or else he'll go insane from how much his entire being is longing for your presence.

"Heeseung? What are you doing here?"

Heaven sent, he must have done something good in his past life if he's being rewarded like this despite being a fool who couldn't play his cards right.

He turns to where your voice came from, and my god, you were as gorgeous as the day he first saw you in your backyard, wearing your soiled red overalls and ugly crying about some toy that you accidentally destroyed.

Except right now, you stand in front of him, wearing an ivory colored polyester coat, strands of your hair falling perfectly to frame your endearing face, the tip of your nose slightly red from the cold due to the winter season.

You are spectacular, more so when he saw a glimpse of the silver bracelet that he gave you before you left his side. The bracelet with his initials on it.

"Heeseung? Are you okay?" you asked him once more, worry etched on your features when he didn't answer the first time.

You were astonished to see him here, not once in your wildest dreams did you think that you'll meet the man whom you swore to bury in the back of your mind.

But then again, buried treasures are meant to be dug, to be appreciated. They are meant to be seen by the world, one that Heeseung was holding in the palm of his hands as he approached you and cupped your face.

"I'm here to look for my home." he mumbles, and you had half a mind to ask him to repeat what he said because your fuzzy senses might be playing tricks on you.

You might have heard him wrong, only to be slapped by the fact that you heard him right.

"I followed my walking diary here. My safe place, my comfort zone." He lowered his head, nuzzling his nose with yours.

"I'm here to be with my sanctuary."

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Master Playlist Post

Here is a gift I would like to give the whole Ikemen Vampire fandom. I made playlists from all the suitors currently available in the English release of Ikemen Vampire. In each playlist, I took in account their route, backstory, personality, and the overall atmosphere the suitor has. I did my best to include a wide range of genres; however, most of the bands in them are labeled as rock or indie music. I will continue to update the playlists as I find more songs. Please let me know what you think! I hope y'all enjoy these playlists as much as I did making them!

(Tumblr won't let me show more than ten of the Spotify previews, so I did hyperlinks.)

Arthur's Playlist: A combination of punk rock and rock swing music to capture his inner turmoil and how he hides his pain behind alcohol and women.

Shakespeare's Playlist: A wild mixture of music across different genres to capture how Shakespeare wears many masks and his conflicted feelings about working for Vlad. (Ranges from Heavy Metal to Indie)

Dazai's Playlist: A whiplash clash of joyful music with sad undertones along with sad music with happy undertones. Dazai tries to play the role of the clown, but he knows more than he lets on. (Genre: They Might Be Giants is the best way to describe it)

Faust's Playlist: He questions his belief in God and the loyalty he has towards science while he tortures MC for the sake of love and pleasure (Rock with subcategories like Soft Rock and Sound Rock)

Charles' Playlist: He wants to know what love is, and he is willing to do anything for you despite all the pain of his self sacrifices. (Majority Rock)

Isaac's Playlist: He wants to be close to you, but he fears what would happen if he lets himself go. (Soft Rock with Indie)

Vlad's Playlist: He admires humanity, but his flawed love leads him to taking the moral high ground. (Metal & Rock)

Comte's Playlist: An immoral vampire who plays all as a noble, but who is he outside of the social gatherings? (Rock and Indie - There is a special easter egg in this playlist :3)

Jean's Playlist: Fighting with his vampiric self, he struggles to push for the next day. (Majority Indie)

Theo's Playlist: Passion for protecting the arts and rage blends to form the man before you; however, he has a soft spot for sweets and his brother. (Majority Rock)

Leonardo's Playlist: He likes to nap and keep an eye on the mansion, but just who is he? (Indie)

Vincent's Playlist: The happy angel finds himself unable to cry despite all the horrors he has witnessed. (Indie) Sebastian's Playlist: The only other human in the mansion is obsessed with the historical figures surrounding him. but he refuses to admit that he can more than just a mere background character. (Rock and Indie)

Mozart's Playlist: You disgust him at first, but the cold musician will warm up to you eventually. (Rock, Indie with some classical)

Napoleon's Playlist: He isn't sure why he came back as a vampire; however, as the first person you met as the mansion, he will keep you safe as he battles his inner demons. (Rock) Whew, thank you so much for looking at all these playlist. Please let me know what you think and how well they fit the suitors! Tagging those who seemed interested: @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @koco-coko @eyebagtree @olivermorningstar @yanderepuck @namine-somebodies-nobody