#im stupid :pensive:

[thesoupisburning]

for example, the sillies themselves. the ultimate divorced not couple. the worsties.

thank you @littleguysdaily for the template i hope you never see this or are instantly charmed by my ocs magnificent rizz

[jumped-for-the-yaoi]

jet fun fact from zams stream rn she did just say that she was supposed to be in wemms last video as theos role to help wemmbu. also as pangis role before that. and that he was gonna also make an unstable video too like a princezam origin story but scrapped it

YOU’RE SHITTING ME

[forevenamoment]

tried 2 draw arata

[limielle]

this is borderline discourse i just gotta get it off my chest

i just find it real interesting that people who actively post stuff about the new male da characters (particularly lucanis, let us b real) such as "i want to get that man pregnant" and adjacent level of feminization will then turn around and start complaining that other fans (who are already imagining a more dominating version of him for the romance) (keep in mind neither of them really know what lucanis romance is like because the game isnt out yet) are "enjoying him wrong already".

Like it's so hypocritical it drives me crazy ehgjehghegh like hello ? sexualising him in a way *you* dont want to see doesn't make people wrong and complaining abt them publicly bc they're girlies who see male characters in a different light than u want to doesn't mean that they're wrong and ur right it's so frustrating to see this type of bs PRIOR to the game's release already.

[skrs-cats]

thinking about the kin of your kin blog

[kenniesf1]

what was that? | OP81

pairing: oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

summary: it's the 2025 monaco grand prix and yn leclerc finds out that oscar piastri is... an avid lorde fan???

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yn.leclerc she's in monaco ladies and gents! arthur can say he's not monegasque, but charlie and i know what's up :)

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user1 GUYS SHE'S GOING TO THE MONACO GRAND PRIX!!!!

user2 omg yn where have you been girl!

lando bro said she wasn't getting here 'til saturday smh

user3 LMAO she lied to lando 💀

yn.leclerc sybau and go kiss carlos or smth

carlossainz55 she's right lando, come home, the kids miss you

lando the meerkat?

charles_leclerc je ne veux pas que tu cries dans ma radio (i don't want you yelling in my radio)

yn.leclerc speak english 🤓

alexandrasaintmleux my favorite leclerc 💞 you look gorgeous

yn.leclerc ok stop talking to the mirror tf? ily

charles_leclerc share the love????

oscarpiastri photo creds???

user4 STOPPPP oscar sounds like a needy girlfriend

user5 have we ever even seen them speak

user1 no, she's taken (by me)

kimi.antonelli no, by me 🙃

yn.leclerc ANDREA KIMI GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK!

emmawatson beatiful!!!! liked by author

jackbenedwards lorde summer liked by author

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charles_leclerc P2 in qualifiers. Not the result we wanted but we'll keep pushing. Forza Ferrari!

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yn.leclerc what was that? well, baby, what was that?

charles_leclerc don't call me baby creepo 😰

user6 i fear yn IS living lorde summer, jack edwards was so rights

oscarpiastri mdma in the back garden, blow our pupils up

yn.leclerc OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!!!! you're not coming to play, sir

user7 no way oscar is a lorde fan

user8 he def looked it up to impress yn 😭

arthur_leclerc i could've gotten p1 🤷

charles_leclerc the things i could say to you right now

pierregasly bro is lucky charles is pr trained

yn.leclerc pr? he hardly knows her

lando that made no sense

yn.leclerc your existence makes no sense kys

maxverstappen1 le curse is back

charles_leclerc BLOCKED ❌

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oscarpiastri Good start to the weekend. Excited for the race tomorrow. Thank you for the support!

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hattiepiastri you win at monaco or you're disowned

oscarpiastri only mum can do that?

nicolepiastri what hattie said

user9 HELPPPPPPPPP

charles_leclerc know your place tomorrow, son

oscarpiastri i can't lose my leo privileges

lando i look stupid

estebanocon tell us something new!!!

yn.leclerc wishing you luck! playing for a lot this weekend!

charles_leclerc 🤨

arthur_leclerc 🤨

user10 🤨

yukitsunoda 🤨

oscarpiastri You being here for Charles helped him last year. Maybe come to my garage and share that luck?

user11 oh he's good

charles_leclerc im boycotting you bitch

maxverstappen1 whole lot of lando...

deuxmoi posted a story!

deuxmoi Yn Leclerc has shown up to the 2025 Monaco Grand Prix wearing a McLaren dress and is currently in Oscar Piastri's garage

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yn.leclerc CONGRATS TO MY BIG BROTHER ON P2 AT MONACO! it's always gonna be your city charlie!!! on a sadder note, i will never be speaking to lando norris again, evil bitch :) and i got this oceanic feeling visiting someone's garage (sorry, i'm still a scuderia ferrari girlie)

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ferrari we missed youuu liked by author

charles_leclerc monaco and my own sister betrayed me today

lewishamilton i'll be a shoulder to cry on mate

yn.leclerc hoes over bros

oscarpiastri excuse me

user12 IM FUCKING CRASHING OUT I CANT BREATH

user13 i can feel the hardlaunch, it's within reach

lando 😔

yn.leclerc pensive face emoji? hon, you should be WEEPING

user14 tell him, yn

oscarpiastri i caught that reference ms leclerc

yn.leclerc didn't throw it mr piastri

mclaren so glad to have you!

ferrari go away, your colors wash her out

francocolapinto um she should be in pink and blue and white and other alpine colors

alexalbon aesthetic!

yn.leclerc can you pay for my dinner as well as george's?

oscarpiastri yn

yn.leclerc RIGHT! never mind alex, take lily

alexalbon was planning on it 🫡

yn.leclerc posted a story!

yn.leclerc can we be boyfrien' girlfrien'?

oscarpiastri please

oscarpiastri i want more than a supercut, yn

[rat6ix]

HEARTS.

Chishiya x reader

Summary: after a hearts game chishiya needs to remind you hes still here

Warnings: smut (yaaaay), intimacy (runs away screaming), cuddlefucking? Idk it’s a weird position I’ll try my best to explain it, slow fucking, tears are shed (by reader and during sex lolz), kissing (yuck), um more soft stuff idk, reader is mentioned to be a nurse at the hospital chishiya works at.

— 🐀

Wc: 1.5k

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It was game night at the beach, one of the days you dreaded. You always hoped for a higher level game as crazy as that sounded, you wanted to stay away from the games for as long as possible. Fortunately for you, your visa didn’t expire for another 5 days so you could sit this game day out. However, unfortunately for you, chishiya’s expired tomorrow meaning he had to leave this time. He kissed you goodbye before he zipped up his jacket and got ready to leave, you stayed in the doorway of your room for a little longer than usual, watching him leave.

You didn’t have much to do while he was gone, kuina left for a game too and it wasnt like you were allowed to leave the beach. You didn’t really know anyone besides the two of them anyways so you decided to go down to the bar to get a drink in the meantime. Nothing interesting happened, you got your drink and left. You had no idea what time it was but you knew it had been longer than an hour when you stopped staring at the ceiling, your drink long gone. A click snapped you out of your thought as the door opened revealing a disheveled and bloodstained chishiya.

Your eyes widened as you immediately slid off the bed, eyes assessing him to make sure that he wasn’t hurt. Your hands found purchase on his forearms before you could stop yourself, his jacket miraculously clean but the same could not be said for his face. The blood had been there so long it started drying and you could only assume it wasn’t his. You could tell he wasnt worried about it, more disgusted at the fact someone else’s blood was on his face than anything.

“Im okay, someone’s neck just exploded all over my face.” He said, his voice low as he looked at you.

Your eyes widened for a split second before your eyebrows furrowed, you knew thoes stupid fucking exploding collars were only ever used for hearts games. Your face scrunched up pensively at the thought of him in one, your grip tightening slightly on his arms. Your first game was a hearts game, you and one other person had survived and you spent the rest of the night staring into nothing as the memories kept playing in your head. You’d known chishiya before you both gotten sent to the borderlands, you were a nurse at the hospital he worked at and tried to keep it a secret that you were dating knowing it would cause trouble for your job but you were lucky to find him after you got sent to this place.

You slowly wrapped your arms around chishiya, more of a comfort to yourself than to him. He sighed, wrapping his arms around you in retaliation carefully as to not to put his face on you. You let go of him eventually, ushering him towards to bathroom to shower. He closed the door behind him, clothes in hand that you had given him and it didn’t take long before you heard the shower running. You tried not to stand outside the door like a creep, moving to sit on the hotel room bed as you played with the glass your drink used to be in.

—

After a while chishiya exited the bathroom, a cloud of steam following as he did so. You raised up from your comfortable position before he made his way towards you, your hands finding their way to his now bare hips as he’d decided not to put his jacket back on. You pulled him down making him grunt and fall down onto you, you smiled a little as he raised his upper body to glare at you before smiling himself, albeit a little cocky; you could tell he was glad you weren’t looking at him with that depressing look on your face still. he lowered himself back down but a lot more gentle as he had control of his actions this time.

“I was worried about you.” You mumbled, your lips moving against his neck.

He hummed before speaking, “yeah?”

You rolled your eyes —not that he could tell—before confirming your worry for him. You were always worried when it came to the games, you didnt want to lose him. You squeezed him closer to you, pressing your lips against his neck. He sighed from above before rolling off of you, your face following as you moved over a little to get comfortable when he did so. You moved slightly, pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple before looking up at him.

Chishiya hummed, a low sound in his chest almost akin to a purr as he reached to take your shirt off. You raised your arms up so he could pull it off fully, moving them to the back of his neck to pull his lips towards yours when he was finished. The kiss you shared was softer than usual, a kiss with chishiya was usually suffocating, in a good way. As you continued your hands found their way to his swim shorts, untying the string keeping them taut before pulling them down. He broke the kiss paying attention to getting you undressed as well.

The position you both found yourself in was interesting to say the least. Your leg finding purchase on top of his hip while your hand gripped at his hair; pressing short but sweet kisses to his lips that he reciprocated as he slid his cock into you. His hand rested on your hip to keep you in place, his cock stretching you as he went deeper. A heavy breath left him as he bottomed out, he stilled and pressed kisses to your jaw and neck not wanting to rush. He mumbled something unintelligible against your skin before raising his head up to look at your blissed out face.

Your hand moved down from his neck to his shoulders as he began to move as a slow pace; although it was still fast enough to feel good. Your nails dug into his shoulder before you wrapped your arm around him, pushing your head to bury it his neck where his shoulders and head met. You felt chishiyas lips against your own shoulder, whispering something about how good you felt against it. You were sure chishiya felt the smile against him as much as you knew he had a smug look on his face.

The feeling of his cock hitting the spot inside of you that made your head spin caused you to drop your head down to rest on your arm as well as let a moan leave your lips. You heard chishiya chuckle earning a light slap against his back from you as a small blissed out smile graced your face once more. He thrusted into you a bit harder in retaliation causing you to let out a strangled noise as your fingers dug into him, a quiet curse leaving your mouth.

You could feel chishiya coaxing you from your position, no doubt wanting to press his lips against yours for the nth time that night. You let him, pulling yourself from your previous position to lock your lips with his. His hands eventually found their way to the back of your neck before speeding up his pace. Your kiss was broken as you gasped into his mouth, the sudden change causing you to throw your head back with a loud moan. You didnt have to look back down to know chishiya had a shit eating grin on his face, you could picture it perfectly even in your pleasured state.

You couldn’t even tell tears were fathering in your eyes and falling down your cheeks until you felt chishiya using his thumbs to wipe them away, pressing his lips to your face as he did so. A quiet whisper of a praise falling out of his mouth as he pushed you up and down on his cock you with his hands on your hips. You clenched around him at the feeling of him so deep inside of you, his movements stuttering as he let out a groan. There was no doubt he was close , you could tell by the look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth open slightly. But he also knew you were close too, the way you were clenching around him paired with your nails digging into him gave you away.

“Y’gonna cum, hm?” He teased a bit as he looked at you with lust clouded eyes.

You couldn’t get out a verbal answer, settling on nodding frantically. He nodded back before smashing his lips against yours for the final time as you came, his cock twitching as he came inside of you. He stayed like that for a while as you both came down from your highs before pulling out, careful not to get the sheets dirty, he doubted either of you would want to change the sheets after that. You were both breathing heavy as you calmed down, you reached for chishiya’s farthest hand, holding it before you scooted closer to his to rest your head on his chest.

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Belongs to rat6ix

For: @trishiepo0

A/n: i miss s1 chishiyas eyeliner

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

I never really made a request before so that's my first time wish u like it

So I was thinking about some fluff drunk y/n acting all stupid and flirty to bakugo who doesn't like drinking around her because he knows that they both won't have someone to send them home if they got drunk

[Secretly caring]

*Whispering* he also gets a bit touchy if she let's him

*friends to lovers thing*

Wish my explanation was good enough and can't wait for the next chapter of FBRC <3

can't say no to you . . (not that i want to)

katsuki takes you home after a night out

a/n: OUUU this is such a cute idea ! i’m so happy, this is my first request as well so we both have a milestone LMAOOO ! i tried to honour your request as best i could ! <3 (OU and AAAAA im glad you like FBRC ! i hope you’ll keep reading !)

bakugou katsuki considers himself a mature, mostly rational person.

despite what others, media outlets and even his own damn friends might say, katsuki thinks he’s really not that bad.

sure, he’s flipped off a camera man, cursed out another one…and another one—but who doesn’t have a bad day once in a while ?

he’s changed since he was a kid, he doesn’t get set off as easy anymore most days. he’s learned to be more patient, a little more levelheaded. that’s at least something his shitty friends will tell you.

he’s changed from when he was a kid, he’s grown now. he’s a man.

but right now katsuki feels like smashing your head in with a brick.

"kah-su-kiiiiiiiii... m'sleeppyy" you whine, leaning against his shoulder.

katsuki doesn't regret a lot, but he sure as hell regrets accepting to go out for drinks with you. again. you had said something about 'celebrating getting a day off after a while'.

"never should've accepted goin' out with yer ass." he laments grumpily. despite the fact he says this every single time he goes out to drink with you, he never seems to learn his lesson. he never seems to want to learn his lesson.

truth is, katsuki has grown a lot since his UA days but one thing he hasn't outgrown is his giant rampant crush on you. it's embarrassing how tightly you've got him wrapped around your finger, how easily you can get him to do whatever you want as long as you just asked him to.

he complains and grumbles about it but he'll never, ever, say no to you.

which is how he always, always, ends up in this predicament.

katsuki snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you sniffle.

"y-ya don't like.." you sniffle again " ya don't like hangin' out wif me ?"

fuck.

immediatly it's like a switch had been flipped. he moves his arm so he can wrap it around you and have you lean against his chest. you always got emotional when you were a little too drunk, that usually meant it was time to go.

"no—no, s'not that. i—" he sucks in a breath, cheeks heating up despite the fact he knows there's barely any chance you'll remember this. usually he'd remind you of your embarrassing drunk moments as revenge for making him take you home and taking care of your ass because you were too drunk to, but he'll refrain from mentioning this part.

"i do like hangin' out with you, dummy. quit talkin' stupid." he shushes you softly, unconsciously rubbing your arm comfortingly.

"b-but you said, you regretted goin' out wit me" you pout. fuck, you're cute. katsuki has to fight off the urge to lean down and kiss it away.

"i say a lot of stuff i don't always mean, sweets. you know that." he replies " 'f i didn't wanna hang out with ya, i wouldn't."

you hum pensively, leaning against his shoulder as you think. you smell like something sweet, he can't quite track down what it is, but it's making him dizzy. you've always had the ability to make him lose focus. you're so close and you smell so good and katsuki feels like he's drunk.

"mmyeah...guess that's true" you hiccup. you raise your hand up to trace his jaw line with your finger and he refuses to look at you but he can hear the cheeky little smile in your voice "you like hanging out with me, right ? that's why you always say yes when i ask !

he scoffs "i only say yes 'cuz i know you'd just end up goin' out anyway, you'd get yourself in trouble." he's stiff as a fucking board, he feels like if he moves a little too much he'll say something he shouldn't.

"no i wouldn't" you argue, then you reach your whole hand up to squeeze his cheeks "but even if i did, i know you'd come to save me, mr. dynamight" you giggle

he's so sick of you. katsuki's been in plenty of situations where he was this close to death, but he's certain you're gonna be the death of him.

"time for bed" he grumbles. he lifts you by your shoulders slightly until you can properly stand on your feet "m'getting you home, yer too drunk to be up right now" he asserts, chuckling when you pout at him when he flicks your forehead

"you're not the boss o' me ! 'm completely—oops" you trip forward but katsuki catches you with ease, he's always there to.

you look up at him innocently and he looks down at you with one eyebrow raised "you were sayin' ?" he sassed.

you roll your eyes at him and push off him slightly to stand more comfortably, you stick your tongue out at him. " i said—i'm fine..but if you wanna take me home that badly, i guess i'll allow it" you shrug. katsuki squints then shakes his head, smiling to himself. you catch him and giggle, he can't cover up his chuckle fast enough. you must look stupid to the other people in the bar just sitting there giggling at each other, he realizes. then he remembers he could honestly not give enough of a shit about what these other drunk losers thought, the only drunk loser he cared about was right here in his arms.

right where you belonged.

you're out like a light by the time katsuki's brought you back to your apartment, but he doesn't mind, he'd expected it anyway. he carries you like a sack of potatoes to your floor. he's glad he'd managed to grab your keys before you fell asleep, having to wrestle the keys from you and risk you getting cranky at him doesn't sound all that nice right now.

he helps you take off your shoes and he's extremely grateful you're just lucid enough to change by yourself. he helps you clean up and brush your teeth, then carries you to bed even though he knows damn well you could walk just fine. not before getting you to down a glass of water.

you're annoying when you're drunk and sleepy, you're whiny and everything is too much work for you. katsuki grumbles right along with you, calling you a pain in the ass, then promptly taking it back when he sees you tearing up again. he grumbles and complains but he knows he wouldn't let anyone else do it for him. not only because he's sure whoever it is wouldn't even be able to do this half as well as he does, but also because despite his better judgement, despite the fact you piss him off to no bounds, you're his to take care of. and he'd be damned if he let anyone else take care of what's his.

so you whine, and he complains, but he truly wouldn't have it any other way.

you insist on wanting him to stay with you and he knows he probably shouldn't. he likes you too much to just casually stay here with you, he knows he won't be able to sleep and he's just going to keep staring at your lashes fluttering as you dream. but you pout at him and plead him so sweetly, he really can't say no to you.

he likes you too much.

he steals one of your hoodies and a pair of sweatpants (he technically isn't stealing—since they're both his to begin with) and climbs into bed with you. you immediatly latch onto him, nuzzling into his shoulder before thanking him.

"for what ?" he mutters sleepily, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

"for.." you interrupt yourself with a yawn, he chuckles "for always takin' care of me..you're the best."

if you were more sober, he'd simply answer with a cocky "tell me something i don't know." but you're not and katsuki's already too far gone, so he squeezes your waist in appreciation then responds " i'm always gonna take care of you."

he's suprised by how soft and sappy he sounds but you suprise him even more when you lean up slightly to press a feather light kiss to the underside of his jaw and whisper a sweet little "love you."

he lays there for a good long while without response, you don't mind because you chose that exact moment to fall asleep. he lays there and he's sure he won't be able to fall asleep now. fuck you for knocking out and leaving him like this, he thinks. he's trying not to give himself false hope, maybe you meant it platonically. he keeps trying and he keeps thinking all night but he's still impossibly giddy.

he was contemplating not telling you anything about last night, but he can't help himself. he's nervous—god, he's so fucking nervous when you wake up while he's getting comfy in your kitchen like it was his, making breakfast. you look groggy and sleepy and hungover, but to him, you still look adorable.

when you're awake enough, munching away at the breakfast he's made, he tells you about last night and his heart slams against his chest when he mentions what you had told him.

though, when he sees how you choke on a piece of your toast, and how flustered you look, like a deer in headlights, his heart beats hard against his ribcage for a completely different reason.

the next time you go out for drinks, it's to celebrate the start of your relationship.

AAA first request done ! hope you liked this anon <3 if you guys have any request pleassseee lemme know !

[lotties-ashwagandha]

BODY & SPIRIT

valeria garza x fem!reader, 1.4k words

kinktober day ten: hate sex (NSFW). this probs doesn’t even count as “hate sex” tbh it ends fluffy and is more exes who fuck and get back together but I went with it bc kinktober is a struggle fr and at heart im a fluff fic writer

Valeria leans back against the wall, her arms crossed as she studies you. Her gaze is harsh, unwelcoming as you stand in her home. 

It’s been almost a year since you last saw her. You parted on awful terms after an argument, and the day you left was the last time you laid eyes on her — you had stayed far from Las Almas ever since. 

Now, you don’t have a choice but to come to her. You have the Task Force after you, viewing you as a suspect for your previous association with El Sin Nombre, and you know that without her you won’t be able to evade them. 

Valeria has been uncharacteristically reserved since you appeared. You suspected she might try to flaunt your reliance on her, that even away from her you are still seen as hers — or that immediately she would turn you away and leave you to get out of this on your own. Yet she’s been pensive, addressing you in short, stinging quips and judgemental silences. 

“You never should have left,” she says finally, shaking her head. You see it, now, her fury toward you. She steps away from the wall – for a moment you expect a resignation, a sudden declaration that you never should have left because she loved you. But when she speaks next, her tone is dull. “I could have kept a fucking eye on you, and nothing like this would have happened.” 

You scoff. Again with this, how she always gets when she’s upset, scorn delivered through casual remarks. Jabs taken at you in a way that makes it hard to accuse her of being explicitly insulting – the implication that you are incompetent in keeping a low profile without her managing it for you. She looks at you in the same way she does at her most useless men, the men she disposes of. 

It feels unnatural that she would despise you, but fitting in your reciprocation of her resentment. If there were any other options, you never would have come back to her. 

“Are they tracking you?” Valeria asks suddenly. She notes your silence – you don’t know – and she nods solemnly. “If they are, you’re leading them right to me. Is that what you want? I get them out of your way, and they come for me instead?” 

No, you want to answer, but you’re too proud to give her that. You need her alive, safe in her own way. It’s nothing to do with the time you spent with her, you tell yourself. It has nothing to do with the love you once held for her, it has nothing to do with how deep and potent your fury runs towards her. Valeria is an asset to you even as you travel endlessly away. 

“Answer me,” she orders and takes another step closer to you. You gravitate closer to the wall. You feel like you’re shrinking under her gaze, sinking through the floorboards and down into hell. 

“I’m not trying to get you killed,” you say, and though what you say is true it comes out sounding like a lie.

Valeria hums in response, quiet as she looks you over – for a wire, for a weapon not yet confiscated, for anything. 

“What?” you ask impatiently. “Do you think I’m stupid enough to try to murder you on a whim? Do you think I care that much?” 

“No,” she confirms, and when you step back as she takes another forward you feel your back brush up against the wall. She’s close to you now, so close you feel every bit of confidence you held before her wither away. The handle of the pistol concealed at her side brushes against you, and to avoid it you stand a little straighter. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Valeria explains, meeting your eyes. “I’m sending you to a safe house so you’ll be out of my fucking way while I deal with this. If anyone finds us, amor, if you’ve led the government to my door…” 

She doesn’t have to finish explaining for you to understand — if anyone finds out about her operations, you’re dead. You’re dead even if she dies herself before she can get to you.  You’re hanging onto her good will by a very thin thread. 

You nod in understanding. The look of accusation she gives you never falters. She makes no effort to move away, only stays so close to you, watching as you’re bent to her will. 

You remember how it felt when she looked at you in love instead of this. When you felt nothing but comfort in her proximity, and you went to her in pain out of a craving for comfort instead of out of obligation. A new anger rises in you, and in a horrible, cruel moment of reckoning you realize it’s not only because you hate her but because you love her. You need her for safety not just of body but of spirit. 

You want her, you want to kiss her, feel her hands roam over your body and claim it so immediately as hers in the way she always used to. 

It’s sinful in every sense of your prior reservations regarding Valeria to act on it, but when you look back into her eyes you see the same longing compelling you in her gaze. In a rush of impulsivity you kiss her, a heady adrenaline barreling into you in a sudden impact. 

Returning your kiss, Valeria pushes you back against the wall. Her hands travel down your body, her touch rough as she handles you — nails digging into you, hands squeezing a bit too hard, a burning kiss of tongue and teeth. 

She pulls back for a moment, and with a firm grip on you she leads you into the familiar space of her office at the end of the hall. Part of you wonders how it’s changed — if she still has a picture of you in her desk drawer, if the one of you framed together still sits above the fireplace, but there’s no time or room for you to check when you’re shoved forcefully onto her desk. 

“You never should have fucking left,” she repeats when she backs up a bit to pull your shirt off. This time the words ring of something different — of longing, a desperation that is sour on the tongue to admit but so satisfying to act on. “I needed you.” 

Valeria undoes the clasp of your bra, pulling it off of you, her hands grabbing at your chest. She kisses you again before you can respond – she wants the final say, to shame you, and the way she touches you feels too good for you to deny her the satisfaction of doing so. 

You undo the button of her pants, and she frees you of them. You sit bare on her desk as she stands fully dressed in front of you. The power affects her, it’s visible in the way her kiss deepens – her hands trail down to your thighs when she steps between your spread legs, running her hands up them and grasping at them like she’s starving for any piece of you she can get her hands on. 

One of her hands inches dangerously close to you, hand brushing your clit and making you gasp. Valeria’s eyes scan over your form, and then find yours when she addresses you. “You’re mine. You always have been.” 

It doesn’t take much for her to slide two fingers into you, her gaze firmly set on you as she takes in your reaction to it – you’ve missed her, as hesitant as you are to admit it, and the way your body responds to her reveals every bit of craving you’ve tried to hide. A moan escapes you as she works her hand in a steady rhythm, gentle praises meeting your ears that are hard to completely take in when you’re so enveloped in the sensation of her. 

“My good girl,” she coos, free hand coming up to rest softly at the base of your neck. It draws your attention back to her. 

You whine when she pulls her touch from you, and you’re confused when she guides you off her desk onto your shaky legs – but when she helps you into her desk chair and lowers down onto her knees, your desire for her is renewed. 

Valeria pulls you to the edge of the seat, giving biting kisses to your thighs and looking up at you with reverence – in her gaze you see your desire mirrored, in body and in spirit, and in the end you will look on her with love again. 

[mejaemin]

best gift ever - lee taeyong

wc: 2.2k

summary: bsf!taeyong gives you the best gift you could ever ask for ‎♡

warnings: fluff, i definitely did not proofread this, doyoung cameo, f2l, taeyong is so cutie so biteable, fem!reader (as always), i tried keeping the holiday vague so if u see any mention of christmas lmk so it can be changed!

an: I LOVE BUBU !!! also as a hispanic person i celebrate early so im posting this on my christmas eve :333 happy holidays everyone !!!

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bsf!taeyong who is absolutely smitten.

every time he goes to the store, you get a million notifications of him sending photos of something he finds, asking if you’d like it.

in the cold weather, he’s taken you out for more holiday activities and hot coffee/cocoa trips than he can count on all fingers and toes

he’s always sharing and giving up his warm winter clothes for you when you “forget”

when the snow starts falling in heavy, fluffy flakes and you ask for him to take pictures of you, he can’t help but let you know that you’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen.

is it the cold that’s making his cheeks so pink, or is it something else?

“yongie, look how pretty the park is! can we go take pictures please?” you turn to him, bouncing on your feet excitedly. in the distance, you’re pointing to the park that’s blanketed in so much snow it’s like a winter wonderland.

he follows your finger and nods, allowing you to lead the way. you skip all the way to your photo spot of choice, being a tall pine tree covered in fluffy snowflakes. you hand taeyong your phone before bending down to pick up the snow in your bare hands, posing for the camera. immediately upon hearing the shutter, you switch poses, putting a bit of snow on your head before giving him a heart pose.

taeyong snaps another photo, his cheeks and nose pink as his mouth hangs open slightly. his breath fills the air with soft white clouds, yet he doesn’t feel a thing due to the warmth of his cheeks. pocketing your phone, he puts his gloves over your own hands all while avoiding eye contact.

“you looked so pretty in those pictures.. i think i might have to put them up somewhere!” he tries to sound fully invested in the moment, but as you lead him to another photo spot he’s feeling incredibly pensive, your beauty among the glittering landscape too much to handle.

bsf!yong who finally realizes his feelings might not be normal..

for the longest time, he thought it was just admiration, and was fairly casual about his emotions towards you.

however, after mentioning you for the thousandth time while you weren’t around, the idea of a crush was brought up.

with some serious pondering and a little bit of denial, taeyong realizes that it might be true

thankfully, he’s got a loving friend who will help him come out of such stupidity

“yes, and then after we went to-“

“taeyong.” doyoung cuts him off, holding his hand out to signal him to stop.

immediately he flushes, rubbing his neck. “what..? i wasn’t talking for too long, was i?”

the younger sighs heavily, mouth shaped into a flat line. “you were. you’re seriously embarrassing yourself, yong. you talk more about her than anything else.”

taeyong sinks back into his seat, feeling almost like a child caught in the cookie jar. so what he likes talking about his best friend all the time? he’s proud of their relationship, and thus of course will brag about it often. he thinks about you all day? well, you’re the person he hangs out with and sees the most, of course you’re going to be on his mind a lot. his positive and extremely affectionate attitude towards you is totally normal. very casual.

“so, what? she’s my best friend. anyone who’s a good friend will talk about them with pride.” he mumbles, looking anywhere but at his friend.

“that’s really what you think this is taeyong? you’re sure that this is all platonic admiration? you’re not in love or anything?” doyoung sounds like he’s truly scolding the other, but they both know it’s coming from a place of good nature where he’s really just teasing.

like in the movies, taeyong hears the words ‘in love’ and all of a sudden they’re repeatedly echoing in his mind. visions of him admiring you and hanging out with you wobble and rotate through his mind, and pictures of you smiling at him come into rotation. if he wasn’t already spiraling due to these thoughts, he sure was now.

“if i am in love with her.. how do i know? are you sure this isn’t just normal friend feelings?”

bsf!taeyong who starts plotting the minute he’s sure of his feelings.

it’s literally the day after his conversation with doyoung that he sees you once again

now that the idea of a crush is in his mind, the feeling in his chest upon seeing your face might actually not be normal

after he drops you back home, he heads right out to the store, going gift shopping for you another time, this time for gifts a little more romantic

your day of celebration is in two days, so he’s got some time but his plan needs lots of time to be thought through.

gifts and a heartfelt letter in tow, he heads back home to think of the big thing: how to do it.

with doyoung on speakerphone, he leaves his phone on the coffee table while he sits on the floor next to it wrapping your gifts. admittedly he went a little overboard, but if his confession goes well he has to show his gratitude somehow, right?

“i don’t know, doie, i’m scared. i don’t think i should do this..” taeyong whines, pouting heavily as he re-folds the corner of your wrapping paper for the fifth time. it keeps wrinkling, and he won’t settle for anything less than a crispy fold in your favorite color wrapping.

the other sighs, and it can’t be seen but he’s running his fingers through his hair in annoyance. “taeyong, you’re starting to aggravate all of us.” he’s referring to the rest of their friend group, who have all said the same thing. “you’ll never know how she feels if you don’t try.”

he curls into himself, squirming as anxiety courses through his veins. “but still.. if this goes bad i think i’ll die.”

“it won’t trust me. even if she says no, which i have a feeling she won’t, it’s not like she’s gonna cut you out. your friendship is too strong for that.”

even if doyoung is lying for the sake of comforting the other, it really does provide some reassurance. the worst that will happen is you saying no, so it’s worth a shot. even if the fear of rejection is strong, your relationship is strong enough to not break even with something like this happening. or, at least he hopes so.

bsf!taeyong who finally starts organizing your holiday date, the same one you have every year, however with more of a romantic intent behind it.

every year, you and taeyong go on a “friend date” for your day of celebration. rather than spending it with family or friends, you reserve it for each other.

last year, you went on a simple date to see your city’s holiday tree and shop around, and this year may be similar, but it’s a little more fancy.

you’ll be visiting the tree once again, however there’s something a little more special coming beforehand; dinner!

it was quite a struggle to find somewhere open on the day of, however it worked out and he spent quite a pretty penny on reserving the best place he could find.

since reserving a table at the nicest restaurant in the area, taeyong’s on around night three of feeding on whatever random snacks are laying around and cup ramen. he always spends his money on you, but the holiday season gets impossibly worse. of course, he’ll always make sure to have the funds and will never go without, but one day he might seriously go into debt if this keeps on.

sitting on his floor (it’s becoming a theme to sit right in front of the couch rather than on it), he stares at the wall while thinking of a plan on how to make his confession. ‘step one,’ he thinks, ‘take her to dinner. that won’t be anything new, so there’s no reason to freak out.. yet. step two.. visit the tree. should i give her a compliment while we’re there? ugh, no, too cheesy… just be regular. step three, hopefully it’s dark outside so we can take some pictures together. then, once they’re done, just say it. i’m madly in love with you and have been basically since we’ve met. no, scratch that! running away and crying is the only option !!!’

of course, these thoughts are very far fetched, but if the almost painful furrow of his brow isn’t evidence of his hard thinking, nothing else is. he’s even written a letter that’s safely tucked into one of your gift boxes in case he chickens out. he’s thought of every possible outcome, even the highly unrealistic one where you start sobbing while chicken dancing. he’s really so nervous, so much so that his heart pounds every time he thinks about it. every possible effort he can make to make sure everything will go right has been made. even if you reject his advances, only the best will be given to you.

bf!taeyong who gives you the best set of gifts you could ever ask for.

your day starts out with him coming over to your house, where he brings you breakfast and watches as you get ready.

next, he hands you your gifts, all wrapped in paper of your favorite color and characters.

when you try to open them in front of him, he immediately flushes, putting his hands out and begging you to wait until you part.

after that, he takes you out to dinner. it’s very cozy, jazz music filling the restaurant as you eat together. his hand brushes yours multiple times, but you pay it no mind.

finally, you visit the tree together and… see for yourself :)

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night has fallen, and you and taeyong stand in front of the large holiday tree, sparkling with lights and glittering ornaments. it’s always your favorite sight that comes with the holiday season, and it’s even better now that you’re sharing it with your best friend. he’s given you the best day you could ask for, and as you pose in front of the tree for him to take pictures for you, you’re wondering what could’ve warranted this treatment.

taeyong lowers the phone, taking a deep breath before stepping closer to you. your name leaves his lips with a heavy breath as if he’d been holding it. “can i tell you something?”

you smile, nodding your head as he takes your hands. “of course! what is it?”

your eyes are sparkling with all the festive lights around you, and he’s losing his breath. “there’s something that i’ve been thinking about for a while, and i think i’m ready to tell you… is that okay?”

you’re face immediately turns to a look of concern as you place a hand on his shoulder. “always, bubu. you don’t have to ask, is everything okay?”

he looks away, fidgeting with the seam of your gloved hand. “well, i, uh.. i really like you, a lot. romantically… and of course, if you’re uncomfortable with that we can pretend i didn’t say it, but i really needed to tell you.” he rambles.

immediately your smile grows bigger as you wrap yourself around taeyong in a hug. “oh, really? thank goodness, because me too! i like you so much too, bubu, and i was planning on telling you soon too.”

immediately he’s releasing his breath once again, reciprocating the hug so tightly that you’ll never be able to get out. “really? then, can i give you one last gift?” his eyes are so big, glossy and glimmering with so much hope and love that your heart flutters.

when you nod he pulls a card out of his pocket with a small box taped to the front. when you take it from him, you open the box to reveal a necklace with a dainty rose charm hanging from it. a soft gasp leaves your lips and you immediately take your gloves off to put it on. taeyong would’ve helped but his hands were so preoccupied with fidgeting out of anxiety that he didn’t even think of it. opening the card, it’s got a gift card to your favorite store and a message on the other side. it reads, ‘to my favorite person in the whole world, will you be my girlfriend?’

you pocket the gift and with a glowing smile you nod your head, wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile. “yes, yes of course taeyong! i’d love to be your girlfriend.” you back up, your face a short distance from his as you admire his smile that mirrors your own.

“oh thank goodness, i was afraid you’d say no..” his eyes flicker to your lips, “well.. i have one more present to give you, if that’s okay?”

your eyes trail down to his lips as well, and before you can even fully nod his lips are on yours. his kiss is gentle, lips soft yet cold as they connect with your own. it’s so sweet, the way he kisses you so softly yet long enough to know he’s not dreaming. under the festive lights and light snowfall, he shares his first kiss with you. it’s safe to say that it’s one for the books, and something you’ll never forget as you do this for years to come, your favorite holiday now becoming your anniversary with your best friend.

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[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

I Wish You Knew…

Player 001 x reader✂️

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You sat on the dull bed. Awaiting nightfall to come. You hadn’t eaten, the games made you so distraught you couldn’t bother to work up an appetite.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” Young il asks you. Breaking you from your dead stare.

“I hate this place. I wanna go home” you look up at him with big, teary eyes.

“Baby girl” he said sweetly, sitting at your side. “It’s gonna be okay” he wrapped you in a hug.

“It’s not okay!” You cried loudly. “I’m stuck here. I hate it, there’s nothing here for me. I don’t even want the stupid money”

“Im here.” He says calmly. His heart took a hit, you said there was ‘nothing’ here, what was he then? Nothing? Or was he the exception? He ruled it as you were just emotionally distressed.

“Well, yeah. You. But nothing else. I miss my bed, I miss home”

“(Y/n)…” he sat pensively, what do I say? He thought. Do I tell her? What if she hates me, I’ll lose her forever… how the fuck do I make this better? Think, In Ho, THINK. He argued with his thought for too long. He sensed your emotions shift.

“Whatever” you say. “I don’t expect you to understand, you’re home anyways” his eyes widened. Did you know my secret? What do you mean “I’m home anyways” ? (Y/n) what the fuck do you know.

“(Y/n), I feel the same as you. I just don’t know what to say to make you feel better.” Young il replied. “I just don’t know -“

“You don’t know what to say. Yeah, I know. Same as every boyfriend I’ve had before” you roll your eyes gingerly as you lay back. Your stomach growling loudly.

“Pretty girl, have you eaten at all?”

“No. I’m not hungry” you turn away from him. “I just want to go home” he sighs, standing up and walking into the food line. He awaited his turn, peeking over his shoulder to check on you. He felt miserable… maybe getting you out was a good idea… you’re not eating, who knows if you’re really sleeping.

“Hey, can I get two of each, please? One of the other players… she isn’t strong enough to stand on her own and she needs to eat.” Young il spoke in a low voice. The masked men bowed quickly and handed him 2 of each item.

When Young il returned you were still in the same position he left you in. Your eyes puffy and red. He looked sadly upon you. Oh (y/n), I wish you knew… he thought to himself. I wish you knew the things I really did.

“Here baby” he passed you water. “You need to drink something, you need strength for the next game” you pushed his hand away.

“I don’t want it.” His shoulders tensed in annoyance.

“If you don’t sit up and drink something water, right this minute, I swear I’m gonna IV your ass and MAKE you drink water” he said sternly. You sat up. Your eyes bloodshot. You took the bottle from his hand, squinting your eyes at him as you did so.

God definitely sent you down as punishment. You were his girl, but you were a pain in his ass since he took you in. A lonely girl, who didn’t have a team. The 6 legged race was stressful, though you saved them time with your amazing gong gi skills as Dae Ho took on Ddajki.

“Now take a bite” he held out a spoon for you. You turned your head. “(Y/n), stop acting like a decrepit child and eat. You will die if you have no strength” he said pressingly.

“Fine.” You snatched the contain out of his hand. Scarfing down your food like you were never going to see it again. You glared at him as you handed the empty tin back to him. “I’m laying down now”

“(Y/n)” Young il said gently. He laid down next to you, his food forgotten on the floor. He held you in his arms. Stroking your hair gently. “I love you” he said.

“I love you too” you sighed gingerly.

Time skip: the middle of the night

“(Y/n)” young il shook you. “(Y/n), wake up”

“Hm- what?” You say tiredly rubbing your eyes.

“Come on, you’re going home.” He said. You stood up and followed as he led you out of the door. “Listen, you’re gonna go home and you’re gonna wait for me” Young il told you.

“How will you find me?” You ask as a pink man grabbed you.

“I will, I promise” young il said as you were being taken away.

“Wait! Young il!” You shouted frantically. “I said “fucking wait”” you punched the guard, forcing him to let you go. You ran to Young il. Jumping into his arms. You kissed him passionately, a tear falling from your eye. “You better get out of here alive.”

“I will. I promise you, I’ll meet you on the outside.” He said, kissing you back. Laying kisses all over your face.

“Meet me at 111 Dokseodang-ro Yongsan-gu, Seoul 04419.” You tell him. “Apartment 206”

“111 Dokseodang-ro Yongsan-gu Seoul 04419. Apartment 206” he repeated. “Got it. I’ll see you in a week at most” he kissed you one final time before letting you go. He smacked your ass as you turned to walk away.

“I love you” you shouted to him from down the hall.

“I love you more (y/n)” he shouted back. “I love you more than anything” he said quietly watching you turn the corner.

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[kiyomitakada]

Mello for the character ask?

oh silly mello where would we be without your silliness

favorite thing about them: god i don't reread the mello parts of arc 2 enough to pick. uhhhh. i like that he's legitimately brilliant and that he figured out kira can kill without heart attacks on his own just by studying the death rates in the months before higuchi was caught. he's a wildcard but he's also a strategic genius. i also like that he is insufferably extra WHY does he have a christian cross on his GUN

least favorite thing about them: called misa stupid. fuck off

favorite line: "i don't underestimate revenge as a motive." that OR "then i guess i'm going to have to do it"

brOTP: the actual answer is halle and mello but i've talked about them so i am going to say him and matt <3 i am constantly undecided on whether this is platonic or romantic to me but i love that mello is like "okay im going to japan now. follow me" and matt is like "what the hell, sure." what is wrong with them. matt do you not have anything better to do. also matt trying to get mello to take over his job monitoring misa is so funny to me it's such a weird injection of frat bro culture into death note of all media

OTP: meronia forever. love story of all time in, again, death note of all media. truly fucking insane how it's basically confirmed that mello didn't plan the kidnapping to beat near but to save him. mello is the only character! in the entire series! to actually experience positive development! puts aside his inferiority complex because there is no race without near, because near needs him, because he needs near, because they are two halves of one whole and mello has always known something is missing in him and only figures out who it is five years later. what the fuck man. extremely sad that this realization is exactly what gets him killed

nOTP: i have not yet figured out the appeal of mello/light although i am sure i could be convinced. mello deserves the older yagami

random headcanon: i talked about this a little while pondering fem!mello but i like the idea that he got a lot of passive aggression for his haircut in wammy's which made him absolutely determined to keep said haircut forever even when he starts not liking it anymore. and after the explosion he's like [lying face down on concrete, waves of pain racking his twink frame] i……… have an excuse to change my hair now……………

also the blue lipstick is because he heard from somewhere that blue was L's favorite color

unpopular opinion: i don't think of him as catholic :pensive: it's possible that he used to be and is lapsed? or left the faith? but i usually see his extremely aggressive use of catholic stuff as decoration as more of a fuck you to the idea of god than anything. the one thing that contradicts this is the rosary (mihael whyyy do you wear the rosary around your neck in plain view whyyyyy) but i wonder if it's more of a, like… comfort object than anything? if that makes sense?? i don't knowww i don't really see mello as someone riddled with the catholic guilt that most catholic-mello interpretations give him. however i am not a mello understander so perhaps i should read more meta to figure out his Deal first

on a higher thematic level i like this interpretation of the christian imagery for both misa and mello as symbolism of them worshipping a false god (light and L respectively)

and OH WAIT I REMEMBERED MY ACTUAL UNPOPULAR OPINION: i pronounce his real name mee-hyle kale. the way soichiro (english dub) does it. sorry.

song i associate with them: i found this song just last week (i'm late i know) but oh my god

I'm gonna get myself in fighting trim Scope out every angle of unfair advantage I'm gonna bribe the officals, I'm gonna kill all the judges It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage Our mother has been absent Ever since we founded Rome But there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home, oh

god it's just so. it just sounds like him. it's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage!

favorite picture of them:

im obsessed with the shading on this. it doesn't make any goddamn sense. how did livor mortis set in that fast???? he's drawn with pale skin everywhere else in the manga! he should be turning paler in the first few minutes after death! i know they probably did this to be dramatic but what is going on here!

(also i have feelings about mello dying with eyes open and L dying with eyes closed. nothing coherent but. gestures)

[princessbrunette]

read the older brother jj blurb and can’t help but imagine jj as the type of guy to have his little siblings hanging off his arms when he flexes his muscles: (

standing in front of the mirror with them clutching either arm :(

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“you ready kiddos?” he smirks, glancing between their excited faces as they nod. “aaaand takeoff. kaboom, check out these guuuuns.” he lifts his arms and they squeal, their feet lifting off the ground as he flexes, using a silly voice to further make them cackle.

“you’re so strong i bet you could beat up everyone!” his little brother hollers excitedly when he places them down, rubbing at the muscle.

“well, nearly everyone.” jj points a finger with a chuckle.

“not dad.” the little girl speaks casually, busying herself with picking up the doll she’d dropped on the floor during the chaos. he glances to you where you’re sat on the bed watching, his smile only faltering for a second as he anxiously fixes his hat before replacing his jolly smile.

“ah, i got a few good licks in. how’d you know anyway, too young to remember that stuff.” he ruffles her hair and she seems disinterested, at the least slightly pensive.

“i remember jay! you were like this, bang-bang-bang-bang!” he punctuates each bang with the swing of his tiny fists at the blonde stomach, who instantly launches into a soft tackle and tickles his younger brother in combat.

“whaaaat? you got pretty good technique there lil dude, should ask you to back me up next time im in trouble!” he grins and you tsk at the encouragement of this, scooching up on the bed as the little girl wanders over to climb on next to you, not interested in hanging with the boys anymore.

the boy excitedly agrees, despite his older brother only joking around. jj’s hand juts out suddenly and he knocks the boys backwards cap off his head, catching it before tossing it across the room. “oop, gotcha slick. go fetch.”

“heeeey! stupid head!”

“watch it, sassy butt.”

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[nereidof40k]

The second chapter of Days of Ultramar is here. Mostly written by me, but Gadriel’s response to how it felt to see Ellie again is 100% @justanothermemestrider , who let me borrow Gadriel’s dear Ellie. Thanks so much for that!

Chairon knocks on Gadriel’s door, feeling a twinge of nerves as he is let in. Oddly enough.

Gadriel is not letting go of Ellie, but that’s the norm. At his friend’s raised eyebrow, Chairon starts speaking. “Gadriel…what was it like when you recognized Ellie?” He sighs. “It’s nagging me that it feels like I might have known Lady Mirian. Impossible as it sounds that a member of House Valerius would have had anything to do with me.”

The couple exchange curious glances. A smile plays on Ellie's lips. "I don't think you've even told me that, darling. Go on, then. What was it like when you recognised me?"

Gadriel acknowledges her playful tone with a smirk, but when he turns back to Chairon, his expression is serious. "I... Im not really sure how to describe it, really. I suppose it was like..." He chews his cheek in thought. "It was like a shock. Not just in my mind, but my entire being. Like... like someone had thrown a gallon of ice water in my face. I felt like I was waking up. That a haze I hadn't even realised was clogging my mind had finally been lifted, and suddenly, I... I remembered. Not just her, but I remembered me. I remembered who I was- who I really was..."

Gadriel trails off, gaze turning to the ground. His expression is thoughtful, almost pensive. Ellie, meanwhile, looks like she's about to burst onto tears. She opens her mouth like she might be about to speak, but no words come out. Instead, she simply sidles closer to Gadriel and wraps her arms around his waist, squeezing him as tight as she can. Gadriel looks up. Wordlessly, he returns her embrace, resting a hand on the back of her head, letting her bury her face in his chest. From over her shoulder, he glanced up at Chairon. "I... I don't know if that's what you were looking for," he says. "But I hope that helped."

“It does help. But why can’t I quite remember? I’ve tried and tried, but it remains just out of reach.” Chairon huffs, irritated with his failure. Admittedly he had dismissed it out of hand at first, believing it to be impossible. But it does feel like a thin haze. Like he can almost see through it.

Gadriel shakes his head, stroking Ellie’s back. “Maybe you’re trying too hard?” Followed by “It is Lady Mirian’s story to tell, but I will say it’s not impossible.”

Chairon pales at this, his dark eyes widening. “Truly?” The thought is dizzying. He finds himself picturing the redheaded woman he met here, on Calth that was. As he turns the picture over in his mind, he finds a memory unfolding in a way that makes his breath catch. Like coming through a bank of fog to find a grand vista laid out before you all the way to the horizon.

The redhead, looking just the same. Facing him with a stubborn set to her jaw. At first he had ignored her, thinking she was some noble brat slumming. Especially when she asked stupid questions, but she kept coming back day after day, watching him. And he found himself looking forward to her showing up.

That day he’d caught her trying to imitate his moves as he trained, very well actually. He’d scowled at her, and then she had given him that look. And kept going. Even as she got both sweaty and dirty.

So he’d given her a chance. She turned out to be not just impressively stubborn, but surprisingly good company, despite being a sheltered noble. He couldn’t call her a brat anymore. He was surprised to realize she was a Valerius, but then again, they had a very good, giving, helpful reputation.

The more they talked, he found her to be very beautiful. And it seemed, lonely. Crushed under a wealth of expectations and demands.

That morning he had woken up from a very interesting dream that had him admitting what had been staring him in the face. He was in love with Mirian Valerius.

He had been dreaming about telling her, hoping she felt the same, but as the day wore on, he grew worried. He had actually tried exploring the hive towards where the nobles lived, to see if she had gotten injured on the way. Worrying that she might have been stopped from sneaking out. That she could be in trouble.

But the next day the Word Bearers had attacked. He never saw her again.

He comes to his senses with Gadriel standing over him looking worried.

“Do you know where I can find Mirian? I owe her an apology.” Chairon gasps out, shivering. “After so long I thought it impossible. But I remember. It is her.”

Ellie watches him with sympathy, her mind racing. There is definitely something odd going on. Why would it be impossible for Chairon to have met someone he knew back in the day?

Chairon dashes out without saying goodbye, like he had the Black Legion on his heels.

As he passes the library he hears Mirian scream. That makes him pivot so quickly he leaves divots in the floor, sprinting with Primaris speed towards Mirian.

He arrives at the restricted section just in time to catch the man attempting to assassinate his Mirian before he can fatally skewer her. Furious, he breaks the man’s arm, almost crushing his skull before he realizes he would be killing a man in front of his love. Suddenly ashamed he drops the defeated would be assassin in a heap on the floor.

He hardly dares to look at her. He can hear a scraping sound, and then, impossibly, a pair of soft lips on his cheek. Opening his eyes he sees Mirian. Standing on the back of the nearest couch to reach. Beautiful eyes sparkling with happiness and something else “Chairon. You came for me.” He can’t resist picking her up and returning the kiss. As passionately as his greater size allows. “Mirian. I remember you now. I’m so sorry. I should have remembered sooner.”

“Why?” She asks softly. “I asked a few people, apparently most Astartes don’t remember the time before. It’s something they do to you, right?” He nods. Typical Mirian.

He shifts her to sit on his arm. It’s then he spots his fingers. The tips are red. They shouldn’t be. Nor should Mirian’s side have a red stain.

“Calm. It looks worse than it is. Nothing that can’t be fixed.” Mirian tries to calm him.

He barely remembers to vox his brothers about the assassination attempt while sprinting towards the Apotecharion. Ignoring the fact that he bowls over another Marine on the way there.

Entering the Apotecharion, he immediately demands they help her. While she insists it’s not that bad.

She does get a raised eyebrow when asked about allergies. Apparently “Not sure how relevant it is, but the only one I know is Sodium Thiopental” and giggling is not a normal response. Well, mild hysterics is understandable with the kind of day she’s had. He leans over and whispers into her ear. “Love you.” Which he is certain she whispers back.

Then they start working to fix her up. He stays, not even noticing that Sicarius is brought back in right after leaving because he got run over on the way to the armory.

Watching Mirian the whole time. Holding her hand.

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Chapter 32, Tom Bombadil was a mistake! His parents said so!

AN: I sed stup fflaming I no his nam iznt tom bodil dat wuz a mistak!1111 if u dnot lik de story den u kan go skrew urself!11111 U SUK!111111

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“Hi.” I said flirtily. “Im Paul Landers da new student.” I shok my pale handz wif their blak noil polish wif him.

“Da name’s Tom.” he said. “But u kan call me Satan. Datz ma middle nam”

We shok hands. “Well come on we have 2 go upstairs.” Satan said. I followed him. “Hey Satan……..do u happen to be a fan of Gren Day?” (sinz mcr and evinezenz dont exist yet den) I asked.

“Oh my fuking god, how did u know?” Satan gasped. “actually I like gc a lot too.”(geddit coz gc did that song I just wanna live that’s ounded really 80s)

“omg me too!” I replied happily.

“guess what they have a concert in hogsment.” satan whispered.

“hogsment?” I asked.

“yeah that’s what they used to call it in these time before it became Hogsmeade in 2000.” he told me all sekrtivly. “and theres a really cool shop called Hot-“

‘topic!” I finshed, happy again.

He froned confusedly. “noo its called Hot Ishoo.” He smiled skrtvli again. “then in 1998 dey changd it to hot topic.” he moaned.

“ohh.” now everything was making sense for me. “so is Daddy Till your princepill?” I shouted.

“uh-huh.” he looked at his black nails. “im in slitherin’”

“OMfG SHME TOO!” I SHRIEDKED.

“u go to this skull?”(geddit cos im goffik) he asked.

“yah that’s why im here im NEW.” I SMELLED HAPPili.

Suddenly Daddy Till flew in on his broomstuck and started shredding at us angrily. “NO TALKING IN THE HALLS!” he had short blonde hair and was wearing a polo shirt from Amrikan ogle outfters. “STUPID GOFFS!”

satan rolled his eyes. “his so mean to us goffs and punks just becose we’re in slytherine and we’re not preps.”

I turned around angrily. “actually I fink mebe its becos ur da barke lord.”

“wtf?” he asked angrily.

“oh nuffin.” I said sweetly.

then suddenlyn………………. the floor opened. “OMFG NO I SCEAMED AS I FEEL DOWN. everyone looked At ME weirdly.”

“hey where r u goin?” satan asked as I fell.

I got out of the hole n it was bak in the pensive in professor trevolry’s classroom. Daddy Till wuz dere. “Daddy I think I just met u.” I said.

“oh yeah I rememba that.” Daddy Till said, trying to be all goffik.

sinister came in. “hey dis is my classroom wait wtf Paul Darkness Alzheimer Birdflu Landers what da hell r u doing?” ”um.” I looked at her.

“oh yeaH I forgot bout that.”

“wth how?” I screamed forgetting she was a teacher for a second. but shes a goff so its ok.

professor sinster looked sad. “um I was drinking voldemortserum.” she started to cry black tears of depression. Daddy Till didn’t know about them.

“hey r u crying tears of blood?” he asked curiously, tuching a tear.

“fuck off!” we both said and Daddy Till took his hand away.

professor sinster started crying again in her chair, sobbing limpid tears. “omfg Paul Darkness Omnipotential Great Mal Landers…I think im addicted to Voldemortserum.”

AN: SEE U FOKKING PREPZ GO FOK URSELXXZ DATZ SERUS ISSUZ 2O GO 2 HELL!1111112 

[temporalreverie]

helpppp im too affirmed my posters disease i was a notes app girlie to get my ass off X posting porn on Twitter lol not rlly but like the stupid name um. But then i started posting in tingles <- tumblr. And getting friends and active followers and being way more comfortable talking to people using this site and being friendly and enjoying now I'm soooo affirmed by being qgle to post my stupid random thoughts online again. This would be a notes app for realsies but it's here instead ok

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Ayyyyy tehre we go. It's colors BTW like a discord emoji no underscores (I'm on mobile). Okay I saw a bigger quarter sized spider and im sorry i alerted the guards and she was slain u_u (btw I'm using pensive emoticons over emojis recently and loving it) to be fair I.m not in a state to physically content with it if I gets scared and starts running even if I wanted to take it outside. But nobody was responding I literally thought I was trapped in the spider dimension for a second.

I just made whole caff coffee instead of half or decqff and it's like 9pm.tje responsible me would have poured some of it out or wouldn't finish it but mmmm coffee. It's not too late to do that but 👀 Plus can everyone tell. Hi I told everyone and they're all made at you

I need to find my draft

I told everyone

Im already prone to sudden bouts of euphoria and rambling so i srsly don't think they can tell. It would be fine if i did get brought up but I'm getting off on having harmless secrets bc i've been conditioned to be like this for decades :( but this one is funny and it'll only get funnier the longer it goes in when i finally drop the ball casually in conversation B)

Pikmin tunes go hard i almost perfected the treasure board. Holy shit earlier I was so confused bc i kept getting surprised fucked up be the second floors of the second to last row then picking a different one and not being able to remember.

For anyone not in the loop I will be okag and I am okay :D im just praying to pinkie pie real quick