#seeing their titles side to side feels so stupid Help😭

[voldheart]

they Are twins but theyre not IDENTICAL so i wanted to share my take on big knight :-)

+ my headcanon on how it would work. kind of. it is post embrace the void ending

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

This doesn’t get a title because I’m confused

Disclaimers: The only character I own is the reader insert!

Author’s Notes: I think I got possessed, I don’t even like Sam 😭 like in the slightest 😭

But pretend season 8ish Sam has season 2-3’s hair for the sake of that’s the season I’m on lol.

Icons by @gosling-girlx !! She’s a genius!

Anyway, all notes are appreciated!

Content/Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors do not interact, this is NOT for you.

This fic is extremely spicy, sort of can’t-stand-each-other sex. Reader’s AFAB & uses she/her pronouns, only physical description is of her being shorter than Sam. There’s oral (both m and f receiving) and unprotected piv which frankly only exists in the books- wrap it before you tap it!! Oh also they’re both pretty mean to each other… you’ll see.

Again, I think I got possessed when I made it-I sincerely can’t stand him- but hope you enjoy it!

**************************************************** Working with the Winchester Brothers is a gig like no other. Cas and I are more tagalongs in the operation these days, Cas demoted to resident healer and I to stay at home mom, apparently.

One accident (authors note: one possession & a year long recovery for a spinal injury retained from said possession) had apparently rendered me useless to the boys. It’s not all bad- I’m relatively close with the older one, Dean, since we’re both hoes for a good time and good movies/music. And before the accident, I was happy to kill evil sons-of-bitches with Dean any day of the week.

And of course, Castiel is a right sweetheart- showing him new human things is the sweetest experience in the whole wide world.

But you know what ruins the laughs and the nice moments? The younger brother. Sam “Little Shit” Winchester.

I don’t know how he found himself upon the moral pedestal he crafted for himself, but lord I want to remove his kneecaps and slap him with them. Little baby giraffe looking shit.

I don’t like the way he acts, plain and simple. Between the way that he treats Dean and the way that he talks so condescendingly to me- I’m about two seconds from starting a fight every time we’re in a room together for too long. He seems to feel the same way. It’s helpful in a hunt- both of us are smart enough to concentrate that anger towards our monster of the week instead of each other in the field- but now, when there’s no field to take the anger out on? Dean’s had to break up at least 3 almost-fights, and I’ve only been back on my feet for a couple months.

***

The boys looked especially pissy coming home today- they’d grumbled something about a “stupid fucking vampire bitch,” and went their separate ways, Sam to the med bay and Cas trailing Dean like a golden retriever.

Great. Looks like I’m on Douchebag Duty.

***

“What’s your problem?” Sam snaps as I tug the thread on his stitches a little too roughly.

“My problem, you dick? I’m the one that’s stitching you up right now, why don’t I just let you bleed out?” I retort, yanking on the surgical needle with the string attached to a particularly nasty cut on his upper arm. Cut’s an understatement- it’s really a bullet wound. I’m just too proud to have pity for the jackass.

“Yeah, your problem!”

I set down the needle at that, my fists clenched at my sides. “You’re a whiny little bitch who can’t sit still and shut the fuck up for two minutes! That’s my problem.”

“I think you’re a little too high and mighty there, princess,” he scowls, standing up to full height, presumably so that he can use his stature to literally look down at me.

“Yeah? Look who’s talking, Mr Morals,” I seethe, staring up at him. I snatch the needle, on my tiptoes, and hastily finish the stitching on his scar, while standing up.

“Out,” I spit as I cut the thread.

“No,” he retorts, glancing down at me through long lashes and stupidly overgrown bangs.

“What? Is five minutes away from your big head too much to ask?” my hands are on my hips. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of staring up at him, so I stare at whatever’s eye level. He’s wearing a bloodied white tank top, which is not doing much for the whole vibe we’ve got going on right now.

He bites his lower lip, still looking down through his annoyingly long lashes. And my dumb ass is attracted to it, apparently.

“Get. Out,” I say, anger laced in my words.

“No,” he says through clenched teeth. I start to turn away, as if giving up, before pulling a Dean Winchester and turning back around on my heel, punching him in the abdomen. He grunts, keeling over. “Ow!”

“You should’ve listened, you ass,” I say, looking down at him. He looks pathetic, his eyes gone wide and pretty in pain. I shouldn’t be into this, not one bit.

Keeled over, Sam is at eye level. Our gazes lock, his hazel eyes boring holes into mine, searching for something. I don’t dare waver, looking back at him with just as much intensity until he surprises me, leaning in and crashing his lips to mine. He roughly grabs my face, holding me close as he forces his tongue into my mouth, exploring. I hate how easily I give him access, I hate the way I let out a gasp against my will. By the time he pulls away I’m already leaning back in. He smirks, humoring me for one more kiss.

“How do you like me now?” he says cockily, lips plush and pink from the kisses, hazel eyes blown out by lust.

“I don’t,” I mutter, pushing him back so that he’s forced to sit on the med bay bed. His legs are spread wide, and of course I fit perfectly between them, much to my distaste. I kiss his jawline, using mostly my teeth so that it scratches as I go, especially once I start on his neck, biting and sucking dark marks everywhere I see fit. He’s into it, little breathy whimpers further fueling my unfortunate attraction to him.

“Take off your shirt,” I tell him, stepping back and smirking at how this time he leans into my touch instead of the other way around. He thoughtlessly pulls the hem of the ruined fabric over his head, throwing it to the side, exposing an obnoxiously fit physique and an anti possession tattoo. There’s little scars everywhere, and something deep down urges me to kiss every single one of them, but that can be later.

“Take off yours,” he tells me.

“Why?” I ask, trying to play smart.

“Cause if I have to be shirtless you do too,” he says.

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Better think of a better retort next time, Winchester,” I say as I take off the oversized concert tee I had been wearing.

“Bra too,” he orders, cocking his head to the side as he looks me over.

“Who made you the boss?” I ask, already unclasping my bra.

“I did,” he says, far too cocksure.

“We’ll see about that,” I grin, letting the lacy fabric fall to the ground as I lean in to kiss his damnable hot mouth. This time I take control, taking pride in the little noises he makes.

“I’m gonna suck your dick,” I say crudely, not bothering with pleasantries.

“Go right on ahead,” and I can tell there was meant to be spite behind those words, but it quickly fades away into sighs as I start kissing down his pecs, his abs, lightly scratching anywhere I can find with my nails. I hate how hot the heat between my thighs is, but at this point, I can’t help it, especially as I sink to my knees, nose perfectly level with his crotch.

I take his belt into my hands, grazing over the obvious tent that lies underneath it. He throws his head back at that, biting back a curse.

“What’s the matter Sammy?” I tease.

“Shut up,” he grumble, words morphing into a proper moan as I graze over the tent again.

“Uh huh,” I agree, tugging off his leather belt and yanking down the zipper of his jeans.

“Boxers? I had taken you for a ‘Tighty Whities’ girl, Sammy,” I mused, doing my best to work him up even more.

“Sto-,” he starts, immediately losing his words as I free his cock from his confines, pulling his boxers down to his knees.

You know, just cause a guy’s a big guy doesn’t always mean that everything’s proportionate. Sam’s six foot five-ish, long and lanky with lean muscle. And naturally, because everything about him is meant to spite me, his dick also fits the physical bill. My mouth waters, and the only prospect that excites my overly-horny self more than having it in my mouth is having it in my slick soaked pussy. And I will, if I have anything to say about it.

“Oh Sammy, you’re a big boy, huh,” I taunt, running a hand up and down his shaft slowly. He moans in agreement, no more fight left in him. It’s too easy.

I let go of it, ignoring the bead of pre cum leaking down as I move to kiss his thighs, grazing my teeth on them like I did on his neck. He seems to like it, legs moving in towards my mouth. Finally I move my mouth towards where he obviously wants me most, rubbing the bead over his tip with my thumb. I’m a little wary about taking the whole thing, but I’m sure as hell going to try.

I start simple, kitten lips around the base, licking a long stripe up the underside before wrapping my lips around the head, and he moans, a little too loudly. I brace my hands on his thighs before taking a deep breath through my nose and forcing myself down far enough that my nose is touching neatly trimmed hair. Thankfully my gag reflex is still gone-it’s been a minute- as I hold him there for a moment, before starting to bob my head up and down, testing the waters. He whimpers and whines, and it’s pathetic, and I’m far too into it, unable to do much else than keep up my ministrations.

One of his big hands find the back of my head, fingers weaving into my hair. I don’t think he does so with intent of forcing me to move, but the idea is so hot that I lock eyes with him with my mouth on his cock.

“What? You want me to fuck your mouth?” he asks, panting. And once he says it out loud I get impossibly wetter, and I moan yes, unable to nod at all with him buried as far as he’ll go.

“Damn, you’re a slut,” he grins, and I moan in agreement before he starts moving my head slowly. Forward and back, forward and back, before I lock eyes with him and he gets the hint to take it harder, hips starting to thrust meeting my throat as his hands push. I just keep sucking, doing my best not to choke as involuntary tears leak out. But it doesn’t hurt, not at all. If anything I’m just doing all I can to not start rubbing on my own sensitive spots.

Before I know it his whimpers get louder and his whines get needier, and he grits out “I- I’m going to-“

So I release him with a pop, taking a hand and rubbing up and down his length furiously before he bursts. Once he does, with the most pathetic whimper yet, I get my mouth right back on him, taking every drop of his hot release down my throat. When he’s done I stay there, opening his mouth so he can see that there’s nothing there.

“God, you’re such a slut,” he mutters, echoing what he said before as he catches his breath and pulls me up by the hair- gently.

I shrug cockily, moving back as he stands up.

“Strip and have a seat,” he lazily demands as he puts his perfect cock away.

I roll my eyes but comply, taking off my remaining clothes so that I’m left in all my glory.

“You’re gorgeous, y’know that?” he compliments, a moment of tenderness as he crowds me against the bed so that I’ll take a seat. I blush, letting him hoist me up so that my ass is on the edge of the dinghy bed. “My turn,” he grumbles, voice low and hot against the column of my neck. He’s even rougher than I was, nipping at every square inch of skin that he meets, sucking dark marks down the side of my neck and over the tops of my breasts. I’m like a bitch in heat, responding to every touch in ways I can’t control- pornographic moans, leaning into his touch. He’s pulling on my hair to give himself more access, and I’m starting to worry that I’m soaking the bed. His mouth continues to work wonders, especially as he travels southwards, playing with my breasts.

He’s mean, outright biting the one and pinching the other, and it’s just what I need. I tangle my hands into his annoyingly long hair and tugging, not missing the way he moans into my chest.

Finally, finally, he gets down on his knees. He rests his chin on the bed, breath heavy on my heat. The sight of his head pillowed on my thighs as he looks up at me with those puppy dog, blown out eyes is enough to get me to come on the spot.

“This all f’me, princess?” he asks roughly, collecting some of the gratuitous wetness on two long, thick fingers.

“N-no,” I stammer, clutching his hair tighter. He bites back his moan in favor of a smug grin.

“N-no,” he mocks, turning to the side to bite the inside of my thigh, and I whine. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought.” His nose is eye level with my clit, and the only warning I get before he dives into my pussy is a small smirk that meets his hazel eyes.

“Fuck!”

He moans in between my thighs, setting my entire body on fire. I try to wiggle away from him, but it only takes one big, strong hand to hold my hips in place as he fucks his tongue into me, his nose rubbing on my puffy clit. It’s wet and it’s gross, but so, so hot.

He’s a little too good, knowing all the buttons to press that leave me tracking wetness all over his face, before taking two fingers and roughly pushing them into my core, giving me no time to adjust. They’re thick and long, and when he makes the come hither motion I know I’m fucked, doing everything I can not to gasp his name.

“S-s-oh my god,” I cry as he plunges his fingers all the way down to the knuckle every time, reaching deeper and deeper and rubbing on my g-spot. He’s too busy sucking on my clit to say anything, his attention overstimulating.

He adds a third finger, and that, combined with him tracing patterns on my sensitive bud, sends me straight over the edge with a an unintelligible cry.

Of course the bastard doesn’t stop, not until I’m physically shaking from the overstimulation, legs quivering, and on the brink of a second release.

He removes himself from my heat, laying his cheek on the inside of my thigh, looking up at me smugly.

“Good, huh?” he knows it was.

“Fuck you,” I mutter, voice weak.

“That’s what I’m getting to, princess. So impatient,” he taunts, standing up to full height again. Sam haphazardly wipes the slick off of his face with his forearm, not really caring how much he removes. He kicks off his shoes and socks before taking off his slacks and boxers in one go, revealing that gorgeous cock again. He stands before me, looking like some kinda statue of physical perfection. I have to physically close my jaw looking at him.

“Like what you see, princess?”

I stick out my tongue and blow a raspberry.

“Real mature, sweetheart,” he rolls his eyes. “You have a condom?”

I shake my head. “Don’t need one, I’m on the pill and I have morning after. Want you to fuck me and fill me,” I tell him honestly.

“God you’re a slut and you’re freaky? I’d never have guessed,” he mused, stepping between my thighs. I assume he’s clean as well since he doesn’t really… get out much.

“Yeah, that’s cause you’re not the brightest,” I tell him, scooting as close to the edge as I can without falling.

“Uh huh,” he says sarcastically, before picking me up and slamming my shoulder into a nearby wall, yet gently resting my back against it. Gentle with my injury, wow. Wouldn’t have expected it. I gasp, surprised by the sudden motion.

“Payback for the gut punch,” he explains.

“Oh yeah? I’ll punch you again if you don’t fuck me,” I say, a mean edge to my voice.

“Mkay,” he says, obviously not swaying either way as he aligns his tip with my entrance.

“Fuck me,” I order through a gasp, unable to wait anymore.

“Careful what you wish for there, princess,” he warns, before sheathing himself in me in one go.

Look, I can get laid whenever I want, especially back when I was on duty as a hunter. I’m no stranger to sex, and I have a decently high sex drive. If I can’t get some, then I always have backup- toys and vibrators, you name it.

But Sam? His dick was big in my mouth, but in my pussy? I feel like I’ve been split in two, my mouth is dropped in an o. But it feels so, so good.

“Move,” I demand after a few moments of adjusting.

“Say my name,” he cocks his head, pushing impossibly deeper so that he’s practically touching my cervix.

“Sammy,” I say with as much sass as I can muster, my voice high from the added pressure. I know he hates the nickname, it makes him feel like a baby. Because he is one.

“Nuh uh, princess. Say my name,” the pad of his thumb flits over my clit.

“Unh- Sam!” I moan, unable to stop myself.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it? Now ask me to fuck you. Nicely.”

“No.”

“Guess I’ll be on my way then,” he starts pulling out.

“No!” I whine.

“Ask nicely.”

“Sam, fuck me please?” I ask with as much sweetness and doe eyes as possible for me.

“You really are sweet when you’re horny,” he remarks, pulling back, before setting a brutal pace that has me raking my nails across his back and moaning his stupid name. He’s pounding into me with all of his might, sweat sheening on his brow.

It’s so hard that I can barely get any words out, and I hate it, but it just feels too good.

And of course, Sammy has enough words for the both of us.

“Fucking you dumb, huh? Got such a big attitude until I’m in you, just needed this dick,” he says, laughing meanly as I involuntarily clench at his words.

“What? You like me being mean to you? You get wet every time we fight?” a particularly hard set of thrusts accompanies each of the words in his third rhetorical question. I moan, not even sure of the answer. Probably? Maybe? Gah.

“Look at you, taking it like a good slut. You’re so tight and wet, and it’s all f’me,” his raspy voice starts slurring with lust. He brings one of his hands between us, finding my swollen clit and rutting on it, tracing patterns just as he did before with his tongue.

“S-Sam, it’s too much-,” I cry, unable to handle the overstimulation.

“Good,” he grins wickedly, before upping the ante both in thrusts and in rutting, unraveling me into a mess in his arms. I cry his name, helpless as I come down for the second time.

“So soon?” he tuts, not slowing his pace.

“Sh-shut up- ah-,” is all I can say as he gets impossibly rougher, chasing his own release.

“Gotta finish the job, princess,” he stutters, before growing more and more erratic. He’s got me on edge again as he does so, but mercifully comes before I can. I feel his hot release in me, filling me up just a little too full with his dick that he hasn’t yet pulled out.

Eventually he wordlessly puts me down, fingers plugging our mixed release in me. I can’t even complain- him keeping me full is unfortunately kinda hot.

“So…” he starts, looking down at me.

“Get out,” I interrupt.

“No,” he says, not moving.

This is going to be a long afternoon.

****************************************************

“Did you guys finally get into a bout?” Dean asks as we walk (re: stumble) out of the med bay and into the kitchen where he and Cas are sitting playing Uno, Bon Jovi playing in the background. “Oh- oh.”

Yeah, it’s pretty obvious the fight we got into. There’s no hiding it, even if we had tidied up our hair or faces- there’s scratches and bruises everywhere. Whoops.

“Are you guys in need of healing?” Cas asks innocently as Sam and I sit down a chair apart.

“No, Cas… these are, uh, special bruises. The fun kind. And they’re everywhere, apparently… damn, Sammy.” Dean comments as he surveys his brother and I. Sam coughs, and I reach over to punch him from my seat away. He grunts, and then we all go quiet.

“So… all in favor of never talking about this?” I ask after an uncomfortably long uncomfortable silence.

“Aye,” say the brothers in unison. Cas also agrees after Dean elbows him. “Fantastic.”

[seattlesellie]

hii, can I request something based on this

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSL1YNSCU/?t=1

the reader is just mindlessly scrolling on her phone, and ellie is just a being little shit and annoying the reader cause she needs some ATTENTION ASAP !!!

it starts out as ellie peppers the reader with kisses innocently, and they accidentally (not rlly an accidentally 😭) ended up in bed cuddling while naked 🙈

anon this tiktok couple drives me insane im so jealous theyre so cute i literally think about blocking them sometimes. the highway looking like a real good sleeping space rn!

warning: nsfw+fluff. THIS CAME OUT. NOT THE WAY IT WAS SUPPOSED TO. THERES NO CUDDLING BECAUSE I LOST MY MIND WRITING THIS AND ELLIE IS KIND OF MEAN AT THE END :( IM SO SORRY NONNIE 🤍

this ones gotta be an actual hammer. theres no way in hell they could make a cake this accura-

fuck. how is everything fucking cake? if these yellow crocs arent actual wearable shoes, you were going to sue tiktok user 0087fakeorcake.

scroll

ugh, a slime video. your favorite. this one’s crunchy, too. and the color? a deep hypnotizing purple. it looked like a galaxy, far far away. you just went cross eyed.

“babe” ellies voice echoed through your shared apartment. a new one at that. the smell of fresh paint, new wooden furniture, and a pinch of familiarity. ellies punctured sock was laying on the floor like a modern piece of artwork at a funky museum, but were gonna ignore that for a second.

scroll

ooh! a kitten looking dapper with a bow tie! double tap.

“babe” she said, slightly raising the tone of her voice.

not now, ellie! you were just about to watch a target haul.

a small huff escaped her lips. how was she now jealous of an actual piece of metal squeezed between your hands. if you didnt look so cute concentrated, eyebrows furrowed while trying to read a conspiracy theory about the moon landing, she would have probably snatched your phone off of your hands by now.

she got slightly closer, and positioned herself between your legs. you didnt even acknowledge your sweet girl, too bothered reading stupid tiktok comments on a prank video.

“HAH!” you giggled, slightly sliding off the cream colored couch.

“you have to see this one, el” you exclaimed, voice filled with anticipation.

ellie hummed in response, and sat on the couch near you, manspreading as usual, slightly pushing you to the opposite direction with the spread of her knees. ellie didnt even want to see. she needed your attention now, or else shed die. quite literally die. a fish out of water.

she sighed dramatically, side eyeing you. if ellies facial expression had a name, it would be “notice me! notice me!!! im your dramatic girlfriend and you havent given me a kiss on the cheek for over 2 hours and i feel sick!!!”

“i dont wanna see” she said dryly, voice slightly raspy from the spliff she had smoked 10 minutes near the open window - “creep” by radiohead playing in her headphones. sometimes, ellie couldn't help but despise how deeply music affected her. she would get lost in the lyrics, immersing herself in the melancholic tones of the guitar. in moments like these, she felt as if she were the protagonist in a radiohead music video— broody, hunched, and consumed by a cloud of introspection.

you shoved the phone in her face, your eyes glued to the screen.

the title of the video flickered on the screen. “this is how dinosaurs sounded like… 🦕 part 1 💯”

the room was suddenly filled with the jarring sounds of screeching and growls. despite the cacophony, you smiled dumbly, looking forward to her reaction. i mean, its fucking dinosaurs.

“nice” ellie remarked in her trademark dry tone, laced with a hint of sarcasm.

that was so fucking cool, she thought. “can you show me the second part?” “actually, triceratops probably didnt roar like that… theyd make more cooing like sounds, y’know?” is what ellie would have said, if she weren’t so lost in her dramatic performance of her tony award winning play - “my gf is ignoring me therefore i must die immediately.”

“youre annoying” you said, ts’king and reverting your gaze back to the screen. you pressed save on the video. you knew her so well.

“m’not” she said, sighing dramatically. “you are.”

“fine” you mumbled under your breath. then, your attention quickly shifted. ooh! baby goats! you smiled brightly at the screen.

ellie stared at you. when she saw your stupid smile, she couldnt help but soften her gaze. why did you have to be so fucking cute, all hypnotized and shit. “youre so annoying” she whispered, and planted a small kiss on your cheek.

you couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish sensation of her plump lips against your skin. you were kind of over the doom scrolling now, but fuck- if seeing your girlfriend try to win your attention didn't seem tempting. you pressed "like".

she kissed your cheek again, small huffs of breath leaving her mouth as her lips met your skin. “annoying” she hummed playfully, and planted more delicate kisses all over your cheeks. her hand intertwined with yours, and she kissed it as well.

“mmhm” kiss. it tickled. “so” kiss. that one was wet. “annoying” kiss. her tongue was peaking out of her mouth. “and” kiss. her hand was on your thigh. “lame” kiss. that one was on your neck.

you attempted to stifle your smile, fighting the urge to toss the phone aside in a moment of playful frustration. however, your efforts were in vain as a giggle escaped your lips, unable to contain yourself.

“got your attention now?” she said smugly, continuously planting small kisses on your neck. although your eyes were still glues to the screen, ellie knew she won. so, so predictable.

“no.. theres- this… video now” you said, stuttering slightly. what video? god knows.

“yeah…” she murmured, her voice husky and brimming with satisfaction. “m’sure youre watching” she kissed your ear, making you let out a small whimper. “has to be a good one, got you all giddy like that” so smug.

suddenly, she ended the cascade of kisses, and pulled away. you pouted. “should i turn the AC on? you look kinda hot” yeah, she knew you were flustered now. funny, she thought. after all this time together, you still couldn’t help but flush whenever she got near.

“m’fine” you murmured. you were not.

“no i think…” she straddled you, her voice now a seductive whisper in your ear. “you feel really hot” she murmured, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “sure you dont have a fever?” she teased. “poor thing”

“no…” you giggled nervously, still scrolling, ignoring every single video on your feed. you were literally just moving your finger now, for no purpose at all. ellie chuckled.

“think we need to get this off of you” she suggested, her hand gradually inching up under your shirt, lightly tracing circles on your stomach.

“dont want you to get a heat stroke” she teased. her skillful hand gradually removing the fabric from your warm body. it tangled with your phone. ellie couldnt help but let out a small laugh.

she couldve taken the phone off your hand and you wouldnt have resisted. but this… was so, so much more fun.

her hungry eyes roamed over the sight of your exposed bra, appreciating the beauty before her. with a gentle touch, she cupped your breasts, a soft grunt escaping her lips. "oof, babe... tits feel kinda hot too," she whispered into your ear, her warm breath sending tingles down your spine.

you couldn't help but giggle in between short, desperate breaths. “yeah?" you teased, still scrolling through another video on your phone, purposely avoiding eye contact with the girl straddling you.

"mhmm," she hummed approvingly, unclasping your bra. as the cold air brushed against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise, she couldn't help but feel a wave of hunger wash over her. the sight before her made her mouth nearly water, and yet, you remained engrossed in that damn phone.

ellie was pissed. she let out a small, frustrated whimper. she wasnt going to touch you until you threw that phone across the room. ball was in your court.

she crawled off of you. she planned on giving you a damn show. “m’kinda hot now too…” she murmured, feigning discomfort. “fuck- this apartment is like, scorching hot.” it was mid-december. the new apartment was… morgue-like cold sometimes.

she threw her shirt off to the back of the room.

your phone was invisible to you now. her toned stomach, muscled arms came into full view, leaving you breathless. fuck, she really was a fucking sight.

her eyes flickered over to you, a self-assured, cocky glint dancing within them. she let out a huff, her lips curling into a triumphant smile. she had you right where she wanted you.

“didnt you have a video you needed to watch…?” she teased. “looked super important” she continued, smirking. you didnt respond, almost hypnotized by the sight in front of you. ugh, ellie.

“dont look at me, look at the screen” she playfully teased once more. her voice carried a hint of seductive taunting. as if to further entice you, she flexed her muscles, the tantalizing display meant to captivate your gaze. she was a master of the tease, and she knew exactly how to make your attention sway in her direction.

she crawled back to you. “go look at your dumb vlogs” she whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. your eyes rolled back in response to her words. "keep going," she commanded with a smirk, claiming your compliance. as a final tease, she planted a tantalizing kiss on your neck, sucking the skin. she made sure you felt her wet tongue, felt what you were missing. your breaths were becoming raggedy now.

ellie continued her crawl, moving further down your body. “just like that” she murmured when you bucked your hips forward. her needy, needy girl. her fingers skillfully unbuttoned your jeans, swiftly removing them along with your panties in one smooth motion. the cool air caressed your bare skin, causing you to flinch.

a small whimper escaped your lips.

“what…?” she cooed, planting soft, wet kisses on your exposed thighs, looking at you with a hungry gaze.

did you really think she was going to give it to you, after youve ignored her for so fucking long? ellie rolled her eyes, and broke the string of kisses. you stared at her, and fuck, she couldnt have looked more cocky.

she got on her knees, not breaking eye contact. she looked so fucking mean.

“no” she exclaimed, as if she could read your mind. she knew exactly what you wanted.

she took off her boxers in one swift motion and threw them.

at your face.

“get that fucking phone to fuck you.”

[justalildumpling]

⇢ bark but no bite

synopsis: when a little challenge was the thing haechan needed to make his move on you

pairing: haechan x reader genre: best friend to lovers, mutual pining, college au, fluff word count: 1.1k warnings: mentions of alcohol, the word ass was used once note: simultaneously simping for lee donghyuck, na jaemin and huang renjun rn pls send help😭😭 also this was written in like 10min of simpery and not proofread i apologise

Idiot. 

The words you described your best friend at every drunken gathering and especially the morning after as you watched his obvious sufferings.

This Friday morning was no exception, huffing along with a steaming hot thermo filled with ginger tea you had brewed just a few hours earlier as you stormed up to your group of friends at the bench.

Donghyuck sat slouched over the small wooden table, resting his head between his arms groaning about the pounding elephants in his head. You could tell by his low-effort attire and scruffy hairdo that the boy was heavily reconsidering his actions the evening before. 

Not that he was ever going to admit it, with his stubborn competitive ass and all.

You placed the metal bottle down on the table with a clunk, barely catching his dazed attention as you prepared to go on your way to class.

“Is that what I think it is?” You heard Donghyuck gasp from behind.

With a small snort, you turned around to face the boy once again however this time noticing a small light in his eyes, a hopeful smile sparkling at your presence. 

“If you’re thinking ginger tea then yes you little pudu, you’re right.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms against your chest.

The sound of his flip-flops slapping down on the pavement cut through the somewhat quiet campus grounds as Donghyuck made his way over to you. It was quite a painful(ly cute) slight to see, with a slight trip every couple of steps as he woefully clutched onto his stomach.

The faint scent of wine lingered on his figure as he engulfed you into a comfortable embrace, comedically sobbing at your kind gestures for his pathetic self.

“Y/N, I will kiss you on the mouth right now.” He bluntly stated, pulling away from your arms. 

You blinked at his shamelessness, shrugging away the sudden skip of your heart, “Pfft, are you really?” 

Haechan paused, his hands on the tops of your shoulders tightening as his gaze grew more intense.

You could feel your cheeks growing hotter by the minute with the small whispers and gasps from your friends contributing to your flustered state. 

But you weren’t going to let the devil incarnate called your best friend know that. No way in hell.

“See? You’re all bark but no bite Lee Donghyuck.”

As his eyes narrowed at your confident (not) state, it was then you remembered his competitive nature. 

Donghyuck rarely backed down on a fight, whether it be a stupid debate about dogs having four legs instead of hands or the title of the ‌drunkest at a party or defending you during a stupid rumour in high school, not caring whether it affected his reputation or not.

You remembered the late evenings on your bathroom floor, eyes bloodshot from the incessant crying from the events at school. Donghyuck merely sat on the cold tiles with you, hands soothingly caressing yours, occasionally whispering that everything would be okay, that he would always be on your side.

It was then you accepted your feelings for the boy, the boy who willingly sat for hours on the hard bathroom floors, caring for your pitiful self, eyes puffy, nose red from blowing on the cheap toilet paper whilst crouched into a foetal position. 

It was then you realised that there was no one else quite like Lee Donghyuck in the universe, no one cutting it even close. So there began the agonising cycle of your silence about your little secret, dodging both your friend’s prying little eyes and loud mouths and your best friend’s flirty remarks or as you liked to call it, the forbidden apple of the end of your friendship. Until now.

“You want me to bite?” He challenged, stepping closer to lean in, “Cause I can bite if you want me to.”

There remained only a few centimetres between your faces, his eyes occasionally flickering to your lips. Your mouth felt dry, with swallowing becoming more painful by the second.

You shouldn’t keep going, you knew you shouldn’t. Laugh it off as you usually do, flicking his forehead and sauntering off to class. Simple.

But then again, what harm could he do?

“Do it, you won’t.”

With what you expected for him to cackle and push you in the direction of your class, a small smirk laced his face before his hands latched to your waist and his lips met yours. 

At first, a burst of peppermint coated your tongue, most probably due to his excessive toothbrushing habits after a night out but after that was warmth. The warmth of his soft lips moulding oh so perfectly against yours, the warmth of his hands burning through the thin material of your T-shirt and the warmth of his smile caught as he pulled away.

“Now who’s the one left without a bark now?” He spoke softly, a smug look overriding his features.

You stood silently with your lips left ajar, barely clutching onto your tote bag as you were left processing his actions. 

“Y/N?” Donghyuck called, timidly reaching for your hands once again, “Was that too much?”

“Are you still drunk? You didn’t mean to do that right?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing as you examined his figure.

The hand that was once reaching for yours slammed against his forehead, letting a low groan, “God woman, do you think I’m that bad?”

“Not gonna lie to you, I do.”

Donghyuck whined, fingers moving to the sides of his head, tugging at the strands frustratedly, “Y/N, although I make a lot of… questionable decisions. I meant that.” 

Donghyuck paused, looking over your shoulder at your flabbergasted friend group before turning his attention back to you, “Look, this wasn’t how I wanted things to pan out but I like you Y/N, and I have for a while now.”

You could feel your heart roaring in your ears as the butterflies came rushing down your stomach. The forbidden apple was bitten, yet the pandora’s box remained unopened just like how you wanted things to be.

“You stupid idiot,” You smiled, reciprocating the touch of his hand.

“Well, that’s another way to say that you like me back,” He winked, pulling you by the waist and leaning towards your face, his gaze flickering from your lips to your eyes, “Do you want another kiss for clarity?”

“You know, for a supposedly hungover person, you sure have a lot of left over energy.”

Donghyuck only chuckled, leaning in to peck your lips, “I guess you were the hangover cure I always needed.”

You pushed his forehead with your index finger as you unravelled from his grip, “You’re so- ugh, I have to go to class stupid, I’ll see you later.”

As you sauntered away, you could hear his boisterous laughter from behind.

“See you later love!”

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[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #206

1. Hello! Thank you for all the work that you do! I'm looking for a fic I read a while back that I seem to have lost. Honestly I think I found it through Tumblr and maybe even this blog but I can't find it again 😭 It's set post s2 while Azi is supreme archangel, and he comes down to Earth with Crowley to plot how to stop the second coming. For some reason I don't remember, Azi also has a hotel room where he rents + watches p*rn. There's lots of angst on Crowley's side, with him getting his hopes up every time Azi visits that this time he'll stay and lots of tension that ends up with smut, but also makes Crowley feel worse cuz he thinks Azi's just using him for booty calls. Sorry it's super specific 🥲 Thank you so much x - anon

2. hiya, I#m looking for a fic where Azi and Crowley are priests. The met when they were younger in training and were seperated across the country because they were caught being intimate. They later meet again at a priest meeting thingy and realise the other is still interested in them. Then there's nsfw stuff happening in the shower. I'm too stupid to figure out how to properly work the ao3 tags sooo i'd apreciate the help :)) - anon

3. Hello! Thank you for all the hard work that is put into finding these fics. I have been trying to find one where Crowley eats live animals like a snake but doesn’t want Aziraphale to know. He gets really hungry and they go to the ritz and he looks at a dog and wants to eat it and realizes that he needs to eat (it might have been a small child he was looking at). He goes to the bathroom and Aziraphale finds him eating ether a rat or a cat. Thanks :) - anon

4. hello! i'm looking for a fic that i haven't actually read. an artist i follow mentioned a scene from it in one of their posts, but they can't remember the title and recommended asking you. its a fic scene where aziraphale attempts his first temptation - tempting an apprentice at a bakery into taking home a few leftover loaves that otherwise would have to be thrown out. fics where aziraphale tempts people in general would also be greatly appreciated! it's a niche i'd love to see more of. - anon

5. Hello! First of all, you are wonderful and your blog is life saving! So, thank you. Second, I'm searching a fic and I hope it's still on ao3. It's a fic where Aziraphale hears 3 conversations the same day about the principe of giving back to your partner (and not being a pillow princess, in on case), and so he decide to do nice things for Crowley because he is scare that otherwise Crowley will leave him. So he try to find gifts and things to do that Crowley like, but it's not working very well and then he want to try to please Crowley in bed and that's when Crowley ask what's the problem is. After Aziraphale explain himself Crowley explain to him that doing things for Aziraphale and giving him gift make him happy. It finishes with a sex scene where Crowley pleasure Aziraphale. If you can find it that would be marvelous! - @myladycrow12

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

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[therealslimshakespeare]

IM SORRY DID U SAY YOURE WORKING ON A FIC ABOUT “COP BIG DADDY ELVIS”?!?- please tell us more because this sounds like the greatest thing ever 😭

I did, Mon ami, I did indeed…welcome to the demented 2009, sweaty and non famous cop AU that @eliseinmemphis and myself cooked up in our feral yearnings one night.

Edit: it’s here

Allow me to lay a bit of the setting for us all, and maybe even throw in a few lines from the draft below.

Life is insular when you’ve been born and raised in a trailer park. A little El Paso suburb was never a thriving metropolis, what with its gas stations and dollar stores on the way to nothingness in the desert, but the recession didn’t help none. Your dreams of buying a car that might actually make it above 120 mph and not guzzle your wages in gas is a far off dream when you learn from officer Presley that your entrepreneuring father has been incarnated for racketeering across in Juarez. It’s a shame, a damn shame but it hardly throws a wrench in your life, you were already used to making it however you could. When workin’ at the trucker’s club turns into something a lil more illegal and Elvis has his morning waffle ruined by Joe Esposito yacking about the powers of your pink tongue…he feels a little responsible for leaving you without a father figure. He’s got top notch swamp coolers in his trailer, plenty of food and tiger figurines out front -and he’s got an interest in fast things, just like you.

You could do worse than shack up with such a fella; not that he’s offerin’ but you can tell by the flicker in his eye and the smirk of his lips that he’s as susceptible as the next guy watching you on the pole. Except this sweet, world weary cynic just might screw your gooey insides up worse than any threat or ogle from another man.

Snippet:

“Well, well officer Presley, finally got persnickety about laws, have ya?” you observed to yourself with a grin as you watched the handsome man swagger towards you along the white line in your side mirror, tugging at his pants as he neared, trying to shimmy the article of clothing a little higher but is impeded by his belt, stopped by his sizable belly, his holster and buckle sitting under the bulge of it.

Your mouth watered. It had been a year or two since you saw him last. He was always built, intimidating to all the stupid rascals he keeps in line along the border, but now he had become outright fat and his khaki shirt pulled apart between each button. Yet when he came up to your window, that little boy grin was still gracing one of the most exquisite faces known to man, and his voice was tender and playful when he greeted you, just as you once recalled. You could see his sweaty hair, matted on his chest and belly between the gaps, his underarms had massive pit stains, doubly apparent thanks to the light color of his police uniform.

Your smile had something of the she-wolf in it as you greeted him, sniffing the air in hopes of catching a whiff as he leaned on your window frame, nearly crowding you from outside. “Hey Miss Sweet Cheeks,” he greets, “you know why ya been pulled over?”

“Haven't got a clue, officer.” You stated the truth and enjoyed the way his title rolled off your tongue in a bantering way. It was easy.

Officer, officer. Somebody important and authoritative. No sir, yes sir, Officer.

His left eyebrow quirked and you wondered what he looked like at twenty five, how devastating that expression would have been before his wound and his meds and the water retention. Whatever power it may have once held, it holds nothing to this slightly bemused, slightly cynical world weariness that shows in his every expression now, that had a twitch of an eyebrow making you feel a fool. “You’re goin’ seventy in a forty five, Miss.” his tone was patient even as his face suggested he’d like to tan your hide for being so reckless. “Reckless endangerment of others, and yourself,” he quoted sternly, “it ain’t no small matter and I don’t countenance it on my highway.”

Gosh, you just loved it when he laid claim to government property like highways and interstates. It helped you smile meekly at him and nod.

“Sorry officer, I got lax.” You purred, batting your eyes and you could see the heavy flap of their coal coated weight in your periphery. “I’ve seen you lettin’ me flyby on the interstate. I guess I thought…”

[akkivee]

it was about time i typed out my thoughts on grateful cypher lol. i’m still processing it actually!!!! but i actually think this play is not for me lmao!!!! it was a genuinely fantastic play don’t get me wrong, like i was actually taken aback by how the play went down, depicted some of my fav relationship beats at their finest and had lots of banger moments, but the moment it became very tdd centric, i knew this was not the play for the type of fan i am lol

but whatever!!!! i’m used to feeling like sasara and kuukou are side pieces so here’s what i really enjoyed about grateful cypher!!!!!

legends era stage’s funniest song was that rosasa on live tv for how the actors took to that bit and were playing around with everyone lol like they were peak adlibs but i genuinely think ‘Sight-Seeing and Gambling and Partying and Adult’s Only Streets’ is now Thee funniest song hypstage has ever put out LOL

like the title alone was sending me but then the actual song made me laugh so hard, there were literally tears in my eyes and i had to go back to make sure i didn’t miss anything bc i was laughing so hard LOL

like that song literally put the power of music on display, when jyushi and hitoya got separated in tokyo and had their own little adventure bumping into the other divisions trying to find each other, the beat was literally

gendice to some pop dance music: shibuya entertainment~🎶 shibuya entertainment~🎶

jyushi to the beat of really aggressive rock: HITOYA-SAN HELP ME HITOYA-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

dohifu to that pop dance music: shinjuku party~🎶 shinjuku party~🎶

hitoya ft that fr aggressive rock: JYUSHI YOU FCKING IDIOT JYUSHI YOU BUFFOON HOW DID YOU GET LOST

LIKE I WAS DYING LMAOOO

and the song was wildin for making rei flirt with jyushi lmao!!!!!!

i wish i knew why but i actually found dice and jyushi’s interactions rly cute lol 🥺🥺🥺 maybe it was how plucky dice was next to how baby jyushi was lol

that rio juto dinner song also made me laugh lmao the moment juto started singing happily after rio’s dinner got wrecked bc he thought he got away with not eating rio’s food was so funny lmao except rio managed to save him a plate anyway 😭😭😭😭

that bat dish was neon coloured!!!!!!! like nahhhh bro run juto run!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

ight so imma try to keep the nitpicking to a minimum as we get into the actual play lol but samatoki and ichiro just slugging sasara and kuukou for trying to break up their fight was actually insane lmao

it wasn’t something i particularly liked in canon, but the stage really highlighted how in the early days of the tdd manga, mcd and nb mirrored tf out of each other, as in, they physically showed their bond in the same way and it was stupid tbh but it was kinda cool to see in that throwback kinda sense lol

*crying* but that remorse ichiro had accidentally hurting kuukou in canon…… even tho it’s lowkey linked to ichiro not wanting to hurt anyone……… and then it was kuukou who instigated the fight bc of his penchant for violence………. uuuuuuuuuuuuu…………..

i am slightly mollified by the two of them being in each other’s faces in order to argue in a very stark contrast to the others lmao

THOSE MFS JUMPED SASARA!!!!!!!!!! THEY ACTUALLY JUMPED SASARA??????

AND THEN PULLED JYUSHI INTO THE BACKSTREETS TO KNOCK HIM OUT WHILE KUUKOU WASNT LOOKING?????

AND STABBED KUUKOU??????????? WHO OFC DIDNT GO DOWN SO THEY BASHED HIS HEAD IN???????

H…..HUH??????????????????????

*applauds* west end mafia everyone!!!! give it up for west end mafia!!!!! some hardcore mfs!!!!!!!

i liked them!!!!! they were scrappy as hell bc they were very aware of their weakness so they compensated in the worst way possible lmao

it was a bit of a missed opportunity to not have kuukou be a part of their final confrontation since he’s all about training to bc he thinks he’s weak but it’s all good lol ichiro’s same hat bro!!!!!

i got ahead of myself tho lol, that tdd confrontation scene after sasara, kuukou and jyushi got taken out was pretty neat actually lol. i am someone who agrees everyone made up a liiiiiiittle too quickly, and i always liked the stage exaggerated conflict so this was nice see lol

like stage ramuda has one hell of a stage presence, he carried that entire scene, from that nonchalance that made rosho accuse him of hurting🎋📿🌙, to his eventual descent into feeling betrayed but accepting bc it was his own actions that caused so much distrust in him

the hama fans were (rightfully) upset there wasn’t a single scene between mtc, and it’s very likely bc if samatoki had been with a single member of his team, much less the both of them, he would not have gotten taken out by west end mafia lmao

and more on hachiouji division!!!!!! ain’t they neat lol????? they’re so interesting, they all want to be praised and validated, like tokuma (kinda), yoshitsune, ranmaru and shion all turned to mahiru for that validation and west end mafia’s ultimate goal was mahiru’s way to gain that validation ITS SICK

and i really liked the way you could kinda tell mahiru and tokuma were like a boss and his right hand man 🥺🥺🥺

west end mafia still reminds me of the pet shop boy’s ‘west end girls’ and i still doubt that song was the inspiration behind their name but it’s a song marred in violence as they build a lasting foundation so it kinda sorta fits hachiouji lol

also mahiru has a uk button on his jacket and the song’s british lol 🤭🤭🤭

that rei and ichiro scene after ichiro lost his bros to hachiouji literally took my breath away lol

rei guiding him to slow down and think and the song was backed by some incredible vocals on rei’s part like bruh 😭😭😭😭

AND 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHEN ICHIRO ASKED HOW REI WASNT WORRIED ABOUT JIRO AND SABURO????

REI: YOU WANT ME TO SAVE THEM?

ICHIRO: NO BUT YOURE STILL—

THE WAY ICHIRO CUTS HIMSELF OFF FROM CALLING HIM THEIR FATHER

AND REI LAUGHS AND AGREES WITH THE UNSPOKEN THAT YEAH HES A DEADBEAT WITH NO RIGHT TO CALL HIMSELF THEIR FATHER

BUT ADMITS THAT IF JIRO AND SABURO ARE HIS KIDS THEN THEY WOULDNT BE TAKEN OUT SO EASILY HYPSTAGE NEVER MISSES WITH THE YAMADA DYNAMIC

i really really liked how by working together, those who were left were actually able to out manoeuvre hachiouji

but they went separate ways, jakurai and ichiro going to the hachiouji base just the two of them and got out manoeuvred by hachiouji’s teamwork like what a banging choice 😭😭😭

i did not like watching jiro and saburo in fear ☹️ it was looking pretty rough for them, thank god the rest of the leaders pulled up lol

ik i shouldn’t lol but i loved the way kuukou made sure to protect jiro and saburo and promised to carry on their rage for them 🥺🥺🥺 it directly mirrors ichiro taking on mahiru’s rage at the world on his back for them but again, i shouldn’t be making those connections lol

kuukou: *does a flying roundhouse kick on an enemy mid verse*

me: THAT WAS COOL SHIT BUT BBY YOU GOT STABBED IN THE BACK AND HAD YOUR HEAD BLUDGEONED CHILL OUT KUUKOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭

the way the beat and music actually stopped at this part was tough bro samatoki needs to share his peak with the rest of the crew bro tf 😭😭😭😭😭

kuukou’s a tsundere in this play btw lol

kuukou in the face of ichiro’s feelings in canon: hey don’t worry about it man!!!! 😅😆😅

kuukou in the face of ichiro’s feelings in gc: EW WHAT WAS THAT??? *turns away pouting*😤😳😤

LOL AND WHILE KUUKOU WAS SQUATTING AWAY FROM EVERYONE ELSE SAMATOKI AND ICHIRO DECIDED TO PICK A FIGHT WITH EACH OTHER AND HE LITERALLY LOOKED OVER HIS SHOULDER AT THEM WITH SHEER DISGUST

AND SASARA LITERALLY HAD TO DRAG HIM IN SO THEY COULD STOP THEM BRO WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH SAMATOKI AND ICHIRO LMAO AND YOU KNOW WHAT???

MOOD

[verdemoun]

can I get some timewarp Charles or Dutch? I love your au 😭

cracks every bone in my hands lets fucking gooo

charles blessed and beloved. he died of illness in 1908 but it was so peaceful he died in his sleep in a warm bed and as got sick he accepted it with a very similar flare to hosea talking about bessie where he was quietly hopeful he would get to see arthur again and instead of being jolted to the present like the more violent deaths he just woke up peacefully to an arthur that got to age and looks healthy and is smiling at him so affectionately because he missed him so much

they're in love, your honor

arthur already has his own place (very close to hosea's, of course) so charles immediately moves in with arthur and they fall into domestic bliss without actually having the conversation of 'i know we were close friends and confidants with unaddressed feelings in the past and it's been almost a decade and you had to mourn me but do you want to be my partner for the rest of our natural lives btw i have an adult son'

charles is still awkward though he didn't understand life and people in 1899 sometimes modern era is just too much they'll be grocery shopping and someone will say a new sentence so stupid he has to go sit in the truck and just disengage with society for a while.

he has zero social media presence and cannot handle the constant depression of tv news media. what do you mean people are still fighting over civil rights and racism back in my day you could throw a stick of dynamite at a kkk meeting or shoot a eugenicist in front of the law and no one cared. if he's home alone he's listening to cds on through an actual cd player

charles smith would absolutely fuck with a home depot helping john build beecher's hope awakened something in him. the garage is almost as big as their house on one side you have arthur's eclectic collection of passing interests including the car he's working on and on the other side you have precision organised charles's expanse of every kind of tool you can imagine. hand tools power tools different kinds of wood organized by tree and then grain

he might be a little in love with the customer service guy at the tool shop who is similarly awkward and accidentally blunt with a flat sense of humor. no small talk. just 'this is my project' 'you will need this. this is the brand we're meant to promote but this is just as effective with more attachments and it's cheaper' 'thank you' 'it's literally my job'. sometimes they go to each others workshops to show off their projects he is charles 'doesn't drain my social battery' friend

charles' job title is just 'decent guy with a truck' every construction company in the local area has his number and will send him a text asking him to help out on a job or if they can borrow some obscure power tool only charles smith would have. it suits charles really well because it means he can just turn off his phone and go on a spontaneous three week hunting trip with arthur and isaac without needing to communicate with anyone. people know if you don't hear back within 15 minutes he's turned off his phone and you will hear from him when he gets back from whatever adventure he's gone on with his family find someone else to do the job

for a lot of the gang they almost have to get to know charles again like he became a lot more comfortable with himself as a person between 1899 and 1907 the first time he cracks jokes or acts downright silly they almost don't recognize him. like yass charles be happy.

admittedly he is the guy they call to help build furniture charles doesn't follow ikea instructions he just rocks up with a drill and assembles it the way that makes sense

eliza and charles are besties and arthur lives in constant fear. they go out for coffee and gossip about whatever the latest antic is. she talks to charles honestly more than arthur and takes charles to functions when she needs a plus one because they are both just wallflowers who talk shit about everyone else quietly. isaac sitting patiently in the principal's office having gotten in trouble for something stupid with the most passive aggressive slight smile on his face as he hears charles and eliza pull up (arthur got banned for threatening the principal)

i may need to part 2 this for dutch

[summerwritesfics]

🗺️I Swear When I Grow Up I Won’t Just Buy You A Rose

Pairing: Raiden/Kuai Liang Length: 1772 Words Rating: Teen Warnings: Modern AU, Flower Shop AU, Florist!Kuai Liang, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Gift Giving, Fluff AU-Gust 2024 Day 17: Flower Shop

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Notes: Okay gonna be real with you, I have no idea about the pricing of flowers especially the pricing of flowers in dollars, and my attempted research on the topic kept coming up with wedding prices. So, I have no idea if what I wrote here is a reasonable price or flowers, or if it’s too little. If someone would like to correct me, feel free, but I swear I tried 😭 Title is from The Gambler by Fun.

“I never know what to buy people for their Birthdays,” Kung Lao complained, placing his arms behind his head as they walked down the street.

Raiden chuckled and said “it’s not that hard, is it? You always manage to get me stuff I like.”

“That’s different, I’ve known you forever. I could give you a somewhat interesting looking rock and you’d be over the moon with it.” Well, he supposed Kung Lao had a point there. For him it was always the thought that counted in terms of gifts. “But we’ve only known Kitana and Mileena for a couple of months. What the heck do I get?”

“You could go halves with me on some flowers,” Raiden offered, thinking it was the easiest option. Lao was right, they hadn’t known the sisters that long, but he had talked with them enough to realise they both like flowers.

“No offence, but I don’t want to be that basic.”

“Are you calling me basic?” Raiden gasped in mock offence.

“I mean I’m not calling you complex,” Lao replied with a cheeky smirk. Raiden rolled his eyes.

“Well, have fun figuring out what non-basic gift you’re going to buy them,” Raiden claimed as they came to the flower shop he’d had in mind. Lin Kuei Florals was a relatively new shop, a small family run business from what he could tell. He was all about supporting small businesses rather than corporate conglomerates. “I’m gonna go buy my flowers now.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna go see if I can find something in that clothes shop over there.” Lao pointed in the direction he was going.

Raiden just shook his head as he went to enter the flower shop. As he stepped in he was immediately met with the floral smell, making him glad he didn’t have any allergies. It was a small shop, but absolutely packed to the brim with plants of all kinds. It wasn’t just bouquets either, there were some plants in pots, including succulents and cacti. There were some cute hanging baskets, and even a rack of seeds.

“Welcome to Lin Kuei Florals, how may I help you?” A voice called to him from the counter, and when Raiden looked up, he actually felt himself go a little hot.

The man behind the counter was a bit shorter than Raiden, wearing his long hair up in a bun. He had a scar over the one side of his face, and two flowers, one yellow, one blue, tucked into his ear. Usually, Raiden wasn’t one to be distracted by someone’s looks, but something about this man made him feel dizzy.

“Are you alright sir?” The man asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Raiden’s eyes flicked to a little name tag on the man’s apron that read “Kuai Liang”.

“Ah. Yes. Sorry,” he said in a hurried tone as Kuai Liang came from behind the counter to approach him.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Kuai Liang asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Uh. Flowers.” Raiden wanted to just slap his face with his hand because of course he wanted flowers, that’s why he was in a flower shop. Kuai Liang probably thought he was stupid or something.

“Well, you’re definitely in the right place for that,” Kuai Liang giggled, and it just made him even cuter to Raiden. “Any particular flowers you’re looking for?”

“Pretty ones?” Oh. Good. If Kuai Liang didn’t already think he was a moron he definitely did now. “I’m so sorry. I’m not normally this dumb, I just have no idea what I’m actually looking for.”

Smooth. Maybe Raiden had saved himself there.

Maybe.

“I’m guessing you’re buying them as a gift for someone?” Kuai Liang enquired, reaching for a notepad in his pocket and a tiny pencil.

“Yeah, I’ve got these two friends, they’re twins so their birthday is coming up.” He rubbed the back of his head. “I know they both really like flowers so I thought a bouquet might do it.”

“Any ideas what kind of flowers they like?” Kuai Liang scribbled something down on his notepad.

“That’s the thing, I think it’s like… All flowers.” He tried to think of something that might help Kuai Liang out. “Ah, one sister really likes the colour blue, while the other loves pink.”

“Were you hoping for separate bouquets for them?” He continued to ask, writing more things down.

“Yes I think that’d be for the best.” He was sure, being twins, they got people treating them like they were the same person all the time. And even in the few short months he’d known them, he’d definitely come to appreciate that for all their similarities, they were still quite different people deep down. “So maybe one with mostly blue flowers and the other mostly pink?”

“Alright, give me a minute.”

And like that, Kuai Liang was darting around the shop, picking up various items. Raiden watched in silence as he grabbed ribbons, pruners, and paper. Then he started going between flowers. He grabbed some deep blue ones, paired with some lighter blue and some that were bordering purple. A couple of smaller white flowers too. He put them on the table together, before returning to look around again. This time he was gathering flowers of various pinks, some deep magenta and some more dusky baby pink. He also grabbed a couple of yellow flowers.

“What do you think? Before I commit to putting them together?” Kuai Liang asked, taking a step back to really observe them. Raiden wandered to join his side, looking over. He really didn’t know much about flowers, or which ones look good together, but even he could admire these flowers all complimented each other.

“They look amazing,” Raiden whispered. His personal favourite of the flowers was actually the smaller white ones, there was something delicate and sweet about them. “How long have you been doing this?”

“Ah, well, I’ve done some casual courses for flower arranging.” Kuai began to wrap the blue bouquet up, in a light pink paper Raiden now noticed. “But I’ve loved plants since I was a child, and my Mother brought me a pack of wildflower seeds to grow.”

“So, is this your shop?” He asked, because from what he knew this was a family owned business.

“Technically it’s my elder brother’s I suppose, but he did buy it for me, so.” Kuai shrugged, wrapping a sparkly blue ribbon around the bouquet and tying it in a bow. “My younger brother helps me out sometimes, but he isn’t quite as interested in plants as I am.”

“Huh.” His brother must be pretty loaded to just casually buy him a shop. Still he didn’t voice that, instead saying “you definitely seem to know what you’re doing.” He frowned, remembering something he’d read about once. “Is that stuff about flowers having meanings true or is that just a myth?”

Kuai Liang laughed as he moved onto the pink bouquet, wrapping that one in a light blue paper.

“There are some agreed upon meanings, but they’re not nearly as important as fiction would make you believe,” he said while smiling ear to ear. “That said if you ever need a bouquet to be extremely passive aggressive towards someone I can definitely help you with that.”

Raiden spluttered and covered his mouth with his hand. As he stood trying not to laugh, Kuai Liang finished up the second bouquet, scooping them both up and handing them to Raiden. They were beautiful and he was certain Kitana and Mileena would love them.

“Thank you so much,” he replied, following Kuai Liang over to the counter. “You’re amazing.” He realised what came out of his mouth and his face dropped, Kuai Liang was looking at him with an amused smile on his face. “They- they’re amazing. I mean. Sorry. Sorry.”

What is wrong with me today?

“Well, that comes to $60 all together,” Kuai Liang stated without missing a beat. Raiden reached into his pocket, passing Kuai the money he required. He opened the cash register, placing the money in and waiting for a receipt to print. Once it had, Raiden noticed he picked up a pen from the desk and wrote something on it. He didn’t think too much of it, probably just had to tick some boxes or something. He took the receipt as Kuai Liang passed it to him and said “thank you and I hope your friends like them.”

“I’m sure they will.” He gave a little bow of respect. “Thank you again.”

He might have rushed a little too quickly to the door so as not to make even more of a fool of himself. He gave a massive sigh as he went back out into the fresh air. From across the street, he saw Kung Lao.

“Hey- wow.” Kung Lao stood mouth agape at him. “Okay, going to be honest, those are way nicer than I was expecting.” He put his hand under his chin, and smirked. “How much did those cost you?”

“$60,” Raiden explained and Kung Lao blinked.

“Wait? Seriously? Only 60? When I looked it up online it was all saying in the 100’s?” Kung Lao questioned and Raiden snorted.

“You probably got results for wedding bouquets, they always put up the price for weddings,” he laughed, but it seemed Kung Lao wasn’t having it.

“Let me see the receipt.” Lao held out his hand to demand it. Raiden rolled his eyes and placed it into his hand.

Lao looked at it, eyes scanning before he reached the bottom and his eyebrow raised.

“Uh. Raiden? Have you actually looked at this?”

Raiden was confused, taking the receipt back and scanning it himself. Down at the bottom, in handwriting, was a series of numbers, sighed “call me ;) KL xx”.

“Oh.” He chuckled nervously, and there was the heat again, only now he could feel it down his neck and chest as well. His eyes were wide as he looked at Kung Lao. “Oh.”

“Seems like you managed to pick up more than flowers, huh?” Kung Lao gave him a very pronounced overdramatic wink and Raiden groaned.

“Shut up,” he muttered as he began to walk off, but he carefully put the receipt in his pocket so he didn’t lose it.

“I get to be your best man right?” Lao continued and Raiden groaned.

“Shut uppppp,” he whined, trying to drown out Lao’s teasing. Despite that though, he did find himself smiling. Maybe his awkwardness had come off as charming or otherwise endearing. It didn’t matter, all he knew was he was definitely giving that phone number a call later.

[kanamori-kamper-moved]

Pspspspsps

Aztecshipping Au :3

ALRIGHT HI!!!!!

Okay so I’ve talked about it a bit already but basically it’s this stupid Au where Yuma is a prince and Trey is a knight.

It takes place in 1700’s France or something like that. (Yuma isn’t white or anything don’t worry 😭😭😭) Yuma is a prince and because of the most unfortunate circumstances, he’s next in line to be king. Akari can’t do all the work for him, but Yuma can’t be bothered to rule over an entire country, or worse, get married. Every girl he’s set up with bores him and he slowly begins to detest this life. So one day Yuma runs away from the castle, he wants to be bad, throw away his title as a prince and be absolutely horrid for once. Then, and only then will people not want him to be king.

But, he’s barely been allowed outside in his life, he ends up getting lost in a patch of berry bushes far away from his home. The trees tower over him and as each hour passes, he’s sure that no one will come for him. He tries his best to navigate himself but there’s something pulling at his leg. Yuma has always been sure that monsters don’t exist, but it’s digging into his once perfect skin, leaving his bleeding. He supposes he’ll die, never to see the light of day again. He’s getting Deja Vu, he got lost in a field of berry bushes when he was a kid, and they couldn’t find him for hours. But… someone comes to his rescue. On a white horse and carrying a sword by their side, is none other than Trey. He swears that she’s a man when he first sees her, but when he gets a better look she’s so beautifully feminine. But she says the beast, rushing to help Yuma and pick him up.

“Oh dear, are you okay, your highness?” She kisses his hand, and Yumas flushed. She’s beautiful, ever so beautiful. “I’m fine, I swear!”

“No you aren’t, we must get you to a doctor.” He didn’t feel the pain at first because of the adrenaline, but he has a nasty cut on his leg and Yuma is told that he won’t be walking for a few weeks.

Trey was just looking around on her horse before she noticed the rustling, and came to Yumas rescue. She’s a knight, or at least would like to call herself one. She just likes to protect people, and Yuma is all she wants to protect, and Yuma feels just the same. The both of them know their love is wrong. Trey is sure she can’t have him, and Yuma knows he shouldn’t love a commoner, but they’ll make it work!!!

feel free to ask any questions!

[riddlerosehearts]

Ok, I need to know your fob album ranking and top 10 songs, GO!

oooh okay so i need to start by saying that i am heavily biased toward their older stuff because... i've listened to fall out boy since i was probably too young to listen to fall out boy AFGKJDF and their pre-hiatus albums essentially shaped my music taste and helped me get through a lot of difficult times in my life. so i'm really just generally more attached to them than the rest but i do like every single one of their albums at least a little because they all have songs i love. i also had to think about this a bit and am still not sure if it's a perfect ranking because i'm incredibly indecisive. but this is what i'm feeling right now! (also i apologize in advance for adding a bunch of commentary and rambling instead of just giving you the ranking LOL)

albums:

from under the cork tree - was the first FOB album i ever listened to so i'm biased but it's so fucking good. especially if you include the bonus tracks from it. there is not a single song on here that i don't love.

infinity on high - contains my favorite FOB song (okay maybe it's illogical that my #1 song is from my #2 album but listen... it's a very close #2), aesthetically has the coolest album cover, and it's just fantastic all around--again, especially if you include the bonus tracks.

take this to your grave - i feel like a lot of people hate TTTYG nowadays and i'll never understand why. it's a great album. it's classic pop punk and just pure fun.

folie a deux - literally never understood the hate this album got when it came out!! it's so good!! i remember listening to the whole thing the same day as it dropped and loving it and being so confused seeing how much people complained about it :(

so much (for) stardust - okay i actually love this album so much that #5 feels too low but if i switched it with folie then #5 would feel too low for folie so idk 😭😭 my favorite post-hiatus album BY FAR though. it's sooo good and it's also special to me because i literally never got to see fall out boy live until they toured for its release last year.

save rock and roll - has some misses for me, as do the albums i've ranked below it, but overall i like my favorite songs from SRAR more than i like my faves from the albums below, and it gets bonus points for how cool the youngblood chronicles is + the nostalgia i associate with FOB's return from their hiatus.

american beauty/american psycho - ABAP gets a lot of hate but i think it kind of rocks actually and putting it at #7 feels slightly wrong. it's really only this low because something has to be and because again, i like my favorite SRAR songs more than my favorite ABAP songs.

mania - i think a lot of people on here get mad if you put MANIA last so i'm sorry afksjgdsf. it honestly just has the lowest number of songs i really like and has several that i don't. though i will say that last of the real ones is a certified banger and i was so glad it had a permanent spot on the tourdust setlist.

songs:

hum hallelujah - my beloved 💙💙 when i saw FOB live they had a slot on the setlist where each night they'd either play bang the doldrums or hum hallelujah and i won't lie, i did feel disappointed for a second when doldrums started. i got over it because i love that song too but. hum hallelujah is one of my all time favorite songs.

i slept with someone in fall out boy and all i got was this stupid song written about me - my favorite song on FUTCT and another all time fave. i also think this is the funniest song title of all time btw.

XO

G.I.N.A.S.F.S. - so jealous of anyone who's gotten to see this played live as a magic 8-ball song :(

calm before the storm - this having a permanent spot on the tourdust setlist got me hyped like you wouldn't believe because they had last played it in 2007. underappreciated banger.

love from the other side - this was literally my top song of 2023 on my spotify wrapped. i made an angsty raeda gifset with lyrics from it not long after the single came out because it made me so insane.

sugar we're goin' down - might be a bit of a basic choice but it was the first FOB song i ever liked and it fucking slaps 💖 also when i saw them live i swear patrick changed the lyrics to "wishing to be the friction in his jeans" which is just. legendary and iconic of him.

disloyal order of water buffaloes

grand theft autumn/where is your boy - again, a basic choice, but sometimes things are popular for a reason!

the carpal tunnel of love

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Finally back to my chronically online era for the time being hoping it stays that way for while LOL

LMAOOO nooo this unfortunately is the grind type of grass so not particularly enjoyable shskdhs and trust me no amount of good influence could make me stop being online HAHAHA also you’ve probably already noticed but idk why sometimes there’ll just be a random a at the top of my reply idk why maybe im accidentally hitting a key when I paste into the ask box but um yeah just ignore that LMAO

So true I rarely ever see people striking the sweet spot that balances the on field asshole off field sweetheart!! Atp everything in the miraverse will slowly become canon oaeu so true I love the chigiri and nagi bff dynamic even them first talking in the 4v4 dorm was so cute!!!

NO BECAUSE ME TOO??? Heavy on the otoya and also I see so many CLICKBAIT KARASU EDITS BUT ITS ACTUALLY RIN UGH like it’ll show karasus intro or him from the additional time and flip to Rin like no stay where you are and edit my man please…..wait if the Barou editors started editing Karasu….wait…..no because they’ve got TASTE the music choice is always on point they make him look so scrumptious

UAHAHSHDHS REAL if Mira goes down I do too I’m crying but yeah why did he kinda kinda good there…..the power of an edit….,

We’re fr just on the same page LMAOOA because same I thought he was just being goofy and saying something like his “bakyuun” (???) hearing it side by side with the air horn has me cackling

HAHAHAHA Aiku would SO make Niko do tiktok trends with him wait imagine he drags him along to do those stupid street interviews like either the ones asking about opinions or like the “call your bffs bf to see if he’s cheating” or the “I’ll buy you anything if you don’t speak”

Always serving and saving my fyp fr thank you for your service o7 idk why but my fyp fr never floods with bllk actually what’s funny is I actually get more haikyuu content than bllk but I don’t even interact with or watch haikyuu content so??? And FR T-10 hours until ep2 im so hyped especially because the ep title is “assassin and ninja” so we KNOW karasus gonna be all over the episode

LMAOOO perhaps the next few episodes will persuade you….perchance….im crying it’s like nagi and Karasu shared custody battle over your theme or something LOL

HAHAHSH classic Mira activities /j it’s ok extra time just means more time to marinate and cook!!! Very excited to read the final product though!!

- Karasu anon

AHAHA YAYY WELCOME BACK!! and yeah ikwym like sometimes the grind takes over and you have to just lock in for a bit but then once it’s over the feeling of being chronically online once more is so refreshing!! and dw hehe i usually mentally filter it out and figure it’s smth funky going on w tumblr like usual

LONG LIVE OAEU it’s basically canon to ME like everything in it actually happened…omg only tangentially related but i missed having you to make silly jokes with because i’ve been forced to post them raw to the world and some people take them WAY too seriously and start yapping about how i’m being dramatic or interpreting characters incorrectly or whatever 😭 like uhhhh well. yes i AM exaggerating that’s how jokes work obviously i don’t view the characters that way irl 😓 sometimes the analysis grind takes over and people forget that you can just be lighthearted and silly about characters sometimes too but anyways…very happy to have you back…

BRO OMG THERE’S SO MANY EDITS WHERE IT STARTS OFF W KARASU AND SWITCHES TO RIN UGH FLIP THE CAMERA BACK GIRL I WANT THE CROW BOY!!!! i feel like barou fans need to like karasu he’s basically barou but slightly skinnier and with shorter hair KSDJFHSLKD like come on guys he’s made for you all to like him…edit him…please edit him…i’m on my knees PLEASEEEE at least otoya is getting love though??? but i’m actually so shocked that otoya has more fans than karasu HELP

WE ARE INSEPARABLE if i ever convert i will literally bring you with me i can’t convert on my own…no because that edit lowkey did him too well i was like huh ig i see it now 😩 not enough to like actually change my opinions though because the itoshi bro fanbase is a little too annoying for my liking so i could never join willingly but i do see the vision yk

YES it’s like an established thing for him to just make random noises so i thought this was some weird ninja bs he was on but no he’s actually just chill like that ig 😭 ugh i need to work on pursuit more so i can finally write him and karasu in that verse they are truly my goats and pursuit otoya especially has exactly that kind of humor where he just references dumb stuff constantly LKSJDF

HELP OH MY GOD HE WOULD he makes niko film him stopping random girls on the street or like niko’s holding the camera and the ring light while aiku does his little thirst traps or smth…aikuniko duo forever famous i will always love them

wait that is weird that you don’t get as much bllk 🤨 i will do my best to provide and serve…anyways animation on this ep wasn’t STELLAR however karasu looked so good and his voiceeeee oh my god and that one scene of his hands LKSJDF I HOPE YOU KNOW THE ONE it literally redeemed everything for me idgaf that abt the animation or wtvr i’m just happy we got to seem him 😩 i think karasu does look more majestic in the manga art style (maybe because the smirk doesn’t translate quite as well to movement and talking??) but he still looked rlly good!! and that one scene of him in the bambi osaka kit hehehe he’s so muscular omg i was fr giggling and kicking my feet every time he came on the screen (also we got the iconic “he’s…a villain 😱” line i’m sorry that will never not crack me up)

PLSSS KARASU AND NAGI CUSTODY BATTLE i wish they had majestic panels together so i could do a joint nagi and karasu theme…they have a lot of silly ones from the shibuya chapters but idk if it’s theme worthy…lowkey what i could do is have my header be one of the silly panels and then do one nagi panel and one karasu panel in my theme so that it’s still both of them?? idk i’ll have to think on it

HELP DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT IS ATM??? 15K AND I’M NOT EVEN DONE i never want to hear someone saying i don’t write as much for my opps EVER again it literally just depends on the way the request is formatted SLKDJFD like as long as you give me something i can work with i WILL cook it’s literally just people giving me the most specific scenarios with little plot that gets me to write shorter…not that there’s anything wrong with that those are fun to!! but it’s proof that it’s not the character as much as it is the scenario which gets me to do more or less ☝🏻 but anyways i’m kind of in the final section of it so hopefully that means it’ll be out before i go to bed tonight

[stillworkingonascreenname]

Okay so I know this is my self-labeled TLT side blog, but I recently read this lovely novella and it’s sapphic and I just ate a brownie and it gave me a headache (is this what getting old is? desserts triggering migraines? woof) so you’ll have to indulge me as I stretch my book recommendation muscles.

Ugh, I hate summarizing plots though! Always have, ever since book report days…but I’ll try. Pleiti is a scholar at a university on Jupiter, where humanity has moved after they destroyed Earth, studying the interwoven ecosystems of old Earth in hopes of humanity someday restoring their home planet and returning there. Mossa, an ex-girlfriend of hers from university days, is an Investigator who returns to their university city to enlist her help in investigating a man’s disappearance.

Here’s how I described it to my friend: I am not sure I would label it as a cozy mystery as it has been marketed, but it is definitely not a stressful thriller type murder mystery. The pace is slow and steadier, and the relationship between the two leads is the beating heart of it, and there's some climate apocalypse stuff that is definitely thought-provoking without sending me into an anxiety spiral. Holmes and Watson vibes, if Holmes and Watson were better and more interesting people, and the queer subtext was just plain text. The romance is understated but pitch perfect.

Really though, tonight I am here to talk to you about Pleiti. Pleiti, my whole heart 😭 Most of the novella is her first person narration, and the way her feelings towards Mossa are shown, and the background of their failed past relationship trickles out, and how it affects her perceptions of the present, and her just the very slightest unreliable narration of her own feelings (hello, Gideon Nav)—it is just so damn good. The empathy I felt for this woman, Pleiti who anticipates needs and remembers personal preferences and trivial details about another, even years later, who takes this information into account to accommodate and make them comfortable—the quiet, sharp sting of not receiving similar consideration from the other person, of it seemingly not even crossing their mind or awareness. Even when you know it is simply who they are, but damn if it doesn’t hurt anyway. God, but I FELT it. And it’s not that Mossa just isn’t a details person—she’s a fucking Investigator, for god’s sake! This is all about Pleiti’s perception of things, though, and to Pleiti’s eye, that sense for detail just simply isn’t turned to her.

Obviously, Pleiti is not the most neutral and unbiased party to see the situation fully clearly. Seeing her internally discount and dismiss everything Mossa does or says that basically shouts “yes Pleiti, I am still in love with you” due to this perspective she has that is informed by their past—IT HURTS SO GOOD. And seeing Pleiti work through it, both of them honestly, as they reconnect and go through the awkward early moments before quickly fitting together again like two complementary puzzle pieces, and her REALIZING that they are actually two complementary souls—aw man, it’s just so good. A story about being able to be loved for who you are, as you are, even as, or maybe because, you change and grow.

THEY LITERALLY GO OUT TO EAT AT A RESTAURANT CALLED SLOW BURN. (And it sounded like a dope restaurant!)

The titular line in the book, how it parallels both the earth ecosystems plot and their relationship—chef’s kiss. The whole book I had been wondering about the title, and it was so incredibly satisfying for that little reveal.

One of my favorite lines, Pleiti to Mossa: “I don’t care how smart you are, I’m not stupid.” (Context is probably important here, but it’s a winner!)

A slim 166 pages, definitely recommend. It stands perfectly well on its own, but I am hoping for more! Hmm I wonder if there’s fanfic for it yet

[whitevelvet-ly]

part 2 or alternative of the trust fall fic,, angst pls pelase e😔🙏

"trust fall...?"

even people who write titles have off days okay HAHA

PAIRING: scaramouche x reader

HEADS UP: gn!reader, angst with comfort because I'm too soft and scared HAHAHAA, can be platonic or romantic, mentions minor injuries and blood, scenario, a tad bit long I can't write short scenarios 👊

A/N: ANOON I'M SORRYE as much as I tried to think I couldn't write for anyone but my boy scara 😭😭😭😭 I didn't start writing angst until recently as well so I'm really hoping that it's to your liking 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

SCARAMOUCHE / WANDERER

"kuni!"

you yell, grinning behind him.

"what do you want?"

"trust faaaallll!!— ow!"

...aaand of course he wouldn't catch you. why would he?

scaramouche looks at you with a smirk growing on his face. "trust fall? what's that supposed to be?"

"you know... self-explanatory!" you say, groaning from the impact of the fall.

he sighs, crossing his arms. "it's a boring concept. why would you indul—"

suddenly, a sharp pain throbbed through the side of your knees.

"ow! ouch ow ow—"

"what? what, what happened?"

each wave of pain made you wince. why do smaller wounds always feel so much more painful than bigger ones?

he groans. "see? I told you it was a bad idea." the pain was unbearable for a second, and you had to stay in place for a while.

"the heck..." you mutter, checking on your knee.

archons, it's bleeding, alright...

"...let me see that." he says. it sounded like more of a demand than concern.

"hey, hey!— ow!" you swat his hand away, protecting your knee. "that hurts."

"why are you humans so pathetic?"

somehow, that amplified the pain even more. scaramouche's facade flickered a little, and so he stayed silent, inspecting your wound without touching it.

suddenly, he took your hand and helped forced you up. "hey! seriously... injured 'pathetic human' here!" you mimick, making kunikuzushi shoot you a glare.

"be quiet. just deal with the pain."

he hooks his arm under your arm, attempting to support you to walk.

"what are we doing? where are we going?"

"stop asking. keep walking."

you sigh, yet comply either way.

...

"...so, does that mean I can't trust you?" you joke.

"what?"

"I mean... you didn't catch me, after all."

he groans, muttering something abut your stupidity under his breath. "why? you lose faith in me just because I didn't catch you? how disloyal."

"no," you say, starting to worry. "I was just kidding, kuni—"

"fine. I'll catch you, if it means that you'll trust me."

"..."

scaramouche was never one to use talking as a solution. if anything, you find it quite hard to figure out his emotions. talking to him is difficult, which often makes you wonder how you two stayed together for such a long time in the first place.

but he still listens to you, and you still deal with his shenanigans.

"we're here." he says, interrupting your thoughts. "oh." you mutter, looking at the small shelter. that was quick...

"...????"

"what?" he hisses, becoming more irritated than usual.

"what's this?"

"I said: stop asking." you rolled your eyes, and you both walk inside.

when you saw the interior, you gasped rather dramatically. "ooohh!" you say. we're at a doctor's. you grin at scaramouche. he turns away with a scowl on his face in response.

"maybe I shouldn't have brought you here."

"nonsense," you laugh, ruffling his hair to tease him further. "come on, let's go."

[usertoxicyaoi]

I heard from book readers that Porsche and Vegas collude together, supposedly, to take down Korn and are doing so behind Kinn's back at the end of the KP books. Are they just dumping KP issues onto them this time around?

However, it does not make sense why Vegas would leave Pete dying, bleeding out on the floor & why he wouldn't tell Pete because Pete no longer works for the Main Family. Like, why? To protect him and Macau and Venice? Or Unless he believes that Pete'll go back to Kinn/Main Family?

Also, they're just destroying the PorschePete friendship, aren't they? And for why?

There's no way they're going to include that in a season 2 (if we get one). Vegas is too loyal to Pete and so is Porsche who decked Vegas twice in the face and threatened him for hurting Pete with an "we'll meet again" or something if he does it again.

This would also complicate the whole trust issues plot point between KP and would just decimate all the progress this entire season was about...

Like, there's no way. At this point, you just need to treat the book and the show as two separate pieces. An adaptation. Not to mention that Porsche's mother is dead in the books.

It would just absolutely ruin any characterization show!characters made on all fronts. Not possible.

The unfortunate part is that I heard the 2 novel writers are difficult to work with and tried to retain as much of the novel as possible (especially the non-con) in the previous production company and had problems with them... and they're entitled as fuck so I can imagine more drama springing up around them and now that the boys and the series got attention, they might feel even more entitled to getting their hands on the show material/script 😭 they might've allowed the changes to occur with BOC because the show literally got canceled and then revived no thanks to them (only to Mile with his $$$ and Pond). Now imagine how cocky they might've gotten now that its internationally successful...

hiiiii anon!!!

see this is why i have ISSUES with why porsche was made the head of the minor family. THIS is why.

bc ultimately, 1 of 2 things will happen:

1) vegas is gonna comeback with a vengance and wanna take his rightful title back from porsche. which means bloodshed. but it'll also give me vegaspete going in together to war. which is what i want.

2) porsche is sooooo out of his depth and will want to take korn down that he will end up colluding with vegas behind kinn's back. or maybe not even behind. he just says to kinn that he needs vegas' help and bc he is the head of the minor family, he can seek vegas' assistance as and when he pleases and needs. and. how long is vegas is gonna put up with being used like that with no cred to his name before the urges kick in.

and i just. do not want vegaspete playing up to porsche. no thank you. the whole point of them being made redundant was so that they arent owned by anyone. they come back into the underground scene when THEY want. not bc porsche comes begging for help, no matter how tempting bringing korn down sounds. i do not want kp's issues being dumped onto vegaspete like that. vegaspete are a unit of their own, and i s2g if i have to see vegas and pete "pick a side" ...... fuck off with that bullshit. FUCK OFFFFFF. the whole POINT of vegaspete is that its them vs everyone else. not pete being on one side and vegas on the other side bc pete finds the major family's side to be ~morally right~. oh my god can we NOT. pete has NO allegiances to them anymoreeeeee!!! he's served his time there!!!!! FUCK KORN and taking his side bc of all that he's done for pete! FUCK THAT! pete has served them with his all and thats THAT. vegas and macau are HIS FAMILY. he HAS to stand with and by them. THATS where his loyalties are.

so. like. yeah. making porsche the head of the minor family was such a stupid stupid move. and i get that they did that so that there's always a way for vegas to come back into the mafia world again. i GET that. but it has to be done right. and that has to be vegas going "well, porsche isnt the head of the minor family bc im still fucking alive and breathing, bitch, arent i?" before he raises hell with pete to go and get whats his. it CANT be done ANY OTHER WAY. bc theyve been MADE powerless. and vegas has got to reach that point of self realisation where he in his sane mind weighs it up and makes that call, knowing its about him, and not his envy of kinn or kp's issues being dumped onto vegaspete. and then if he wants to seek revenge for his dad against korn after becoming the head of the minor family, THEN PLEASE DO SO! WITH PETE RIGHT BY HIS SIDE!

and the novel? that vegaspete chapter? porsche shooting pete???? lmao ok. vegas running away with porsche whilst pete bleeds out? FHDBFJSIFI wild lmaaaao. i'm not even .... gonna go into that bc ive already made my opinion on it known.

essentially an ideal s2 for vegaspete is for it to be about THEM. and what THEY want. not playing pawns in a bigger game of chess again. and if its VEGAS who wants to take korn down and wants his rightful title back as head of the minor family, then pete MUST support that decision. THATS THE WHOLE POINT.

[novaglenn]

it was always you [caitlyn x reader]

prompt: when an invesgation doesn't go as planned, the Kiramman mansion is the only place you recognise to go to

a/n: so this was originally supposed to be like one long bit but i changed my mind since idk if i can gain enough energy to write this without taking months since i procrastinate too much 😭 so i'm gonna upload these chapters slowly and it might end up being maybe 5 parts? also one of these days i'll actually be able to come up with a title... and i proofread this like twice so there might be mistakes…

[soo…. i lost motivation 🥴 like usual lol so for whoever reads this it’s decided to make this a stand alone instead of a series, but if somehow i get some motivation i’ll probably try to write more]

It had only been a few months since you graduated from the academy and officially became a warden, and with you being at the top of your class there were high expectations from your mentors and seniors. Yet here you were in the aftermath of your own stupid idea, a little more bruised and bloodied than usual but at least you were alive. The plan was do a simple undercover into a gang that began appearing in Piltover more than they should, it just didn’t occur to you that accidentally exposing yourself as a warden was a potential outcome.

The sky was getting darker, and you weren’t sure if you could hold out any longer without passing out from exhaustion. It didn’t help that your apartment was too far, but you also didn’t want to stay on the streets. A beaten-up warden in the middle of an alleyway wasn’t a good look for either you or the force. You finally took in your surroundings; the area wasn’t familiar to you considering the fact that you’re only thought after the fight was to escape and hide.

It couldn’t hurt to asking one of the residents in the area to take you in for the night, but you didn’t want to risk it in case they decide to gossip. It’s only then you notice a large mansion in the distance. The Kiramman mansion. Without a second thought, you muster up as much strength as you could and start to make the journey there.

By the looks of it, the mansion was either empty or everybody had already gone to bed. At least this meant that there was less of a chance of you bumping into the councillor or her husband. Considering your status and occupation, you wouldn’t put it pass Cassandra Kiramman to bring this up to someone higher up. You scan the perimeter, and from what you could see, the fence was surrounding the residence. Even if there was another entrance, you really weren’t in the best shape to go looking around for one. Picking the lock on the gate would have to do.

For a family who lived this well, you would have expected some tight security, yet somehow you managed to break in with ease. You make a note to find a way to bring that up in the future. Piltover has crime like every other city, but you can’t be too sure. You’re stumbling all the way to the side of the mansion, and finally make it to what you hope is an empty room that you can hide in for the night. Lucky for you, the window is slightly open, just enough for you to slide your hand through to pry it wide open so that you can make your way inside.

After what feels like forever, you’re finally inside and hoping to finally get some well-deserved rest. However, your peace is quickly disrupted by the light turning on and one Caitlyn Kiramman aiming her rifle at you. “Can you at least let me rest before you shoot me?” Your tone is joking, it isn’t long before you start coughing. As first impressions go, this was definitely making its way to the top of the ‘what not to say to girl you’ve barely spoken to’ list.

“Y/N, what happened to you?” Caitlyn sets her rifle down before rushing over to your side. Her knowing your name had caught you by surprise. You were both in the same graduating class at the academy, but there was never any indication that she knew you. “Oh, you know, just got into a little fight I guess.” You’re lying before you know it, her finding out that your investigation went south was another big no on a list you have yet to name.

Caitlyn doesn’t reply and judging by the look on her face she knows that you’re not telling the truth, thankful that she doesn’t push any further. You lean your back against the wall, a sigh of relief escaping your lips at finally being able to rest against something that wasn’t damp and uncomfortable. However, Caitlyn has other plans and before you can protest, she wraps her arm around your back and practically lifts you up bridal style.

“W-What are you doing?!” The tips of your ears redden in embarrassment, and you start to struggle to escape, mainly so that you can remove those feelings, but look from Caitlyn has you cowering in defeat.

“I could have walked there myself you know,” your voice is quiet and timid? Of course, Caitlyn Kiramman is the only person that can have you sounding like that. You don’t have to look in her direction to know the expressions that she has on her face. It’s probably that stern one that she on nearly 24/7 and maybe a hint of worry, but only if you squint hard enough.

“I just didn’t want you bleed out on the rug, it cost a lot of money, Caitlyn replies, she sounds like she’s teasing you back, the hint of smile on her lips only adding to it. Now that’s another surprise and you can’t help but return with one of your own. “Oh wow, Caitlyn Kiramman telling a joke? That’ll be on to tell the papers.” She laughs at that and even though that was the first time you’d heard it, you decided that it was your favourite sound.

It’s like the both of you suddenly remember that her parents are still in the mansion, and despite many rooms and floors, for some reason you feel like there’s a slight chance that they could hear you. The silence between you both is comfortable, lasting until Caitlyn finally enters what you assume to her bedroom. Once inside you expect her to settle you done in the chair closest to the door, but she doesn’t.

Instead, you’re nearing the bed and soon enough she’s laying you down gently on the softest bed that you’ve ever felt in your life. The sheets feel smooth against your skin, if it weren’t for your injuries and blood covering, you’re sure you would’ve fallen asleep by now. You would never have thought that the night would end with Caitlyn carrying you to her bed. Now that you think about it, this definitely feels like something a couple would do.

“Aren’t we moving a little too fast, I would’ve liked a date first,” you tease. Caitlyn decides not to respond to your words, only choosing to ignore you, but the faintest blush appearing on her cheeks is already response enough.

“I’m going to get the first aid kit,” she’s running off before you know it, leaving you to think about whatever the hell that was. Is she just shy or is it something else? You decide to figure it out another time, resting was more important now that you finally have place to do so. Caitlyn will probably be back before you even realise, but for now you close your eyes, it won’t hurt to relax before she returns to patch you up.