#so if there's a particular item you'd like to see in it... please let me know!

[gramophoneturtle]

Fashion Ends With You - Version 3.0

Focus on colour options for hair and other items

New categories for some hair types having a different colour

New clothing and items, plus 1 new background

Hit 40% of equip-able items!

Game link here! Feel free to share your creations in reblogs or tag new posts with ’#fashion ends with you’!

About: A Meiker dress up game where you can dress up some young teens using items from The World Ends With You: Final Remix and The Animation. A couple items are not from TWEWY but they are not spoilers for other games in the series. This Meiker will contain “spoilers” for TWEWY and the Animation. The new hair colours and the start of secondary hair sections were made by @poinsciuri!

Meiker Update: A new full screen mode is an option for desktop and mobile! It's reported that it may not work on all browser types but if it works for you, it's highly recommended, especially for mobile. In general, if you’re on mobile, swap between portrait and landscape to make easier to navigate/adjust! The game works well on desktop.

For the future: Current plans are on hold due to losing interest. But the next update should finish the secondary hair selection for existing hairstyles at least. And expand the hair selection. Maybe add psychs and more pysch pins? If there are any items not in the game or backgrounds, feel free to leave suggestions so if/when development resumes, I'll have some direction. If there are certain hairstyles, perhaps suggest a character who has something similar so I have something to base it off of.

Thanks for playing!

[tosuckmyweenis]

Just wanted to share a thought but infinite darkness older Leon is 100% the kind of man to buy his girl those vibrating panties as a “romantic” gift and also take full advantage of the fact that he has the remote for it and abuse his power

That is all

Anytime!! Anywhere!!! Absolutely!!

I tried to write a full fic, but I had a few ideas and couldn't decide; the worms aren't worming yet, so enjoy these bits and bobs for now Anon 💕

It's in a slightly weird formatting, but I hope it doesn't bother too much. I'm kind of on the fence about these because i read them over too much but fuck it we ball.

In public while doing mundane tasks?!

The only day Leon is home is, of course, the day you chose to get all your errands done; he only tags along once he convinces you that today would be the perfect day to test out that little gift he got you, wagging the remote in one hand and the black lace in the other. After all, he sounded so convincing, and with that smirk plastered on his perfect face, you weren't going to say no.

Starting off with just the lowest setting on the way to the first store with the reassurance that he'd be on his best behaviour.

Staying close behind you, staring shamelessly at your ass while you're pushing the cart in some grocery store, making your way through the isles trying to grab the box of cereal you needed off the top shelf, he refuses to help.

Waiting until you're on your tippy toes before cranking the power up to max. He loves how your body jerks in shock at the sudden intensity and clamping your hand over your mouth and the inside of your cheek to stop a moan from slipping out. Then, he takes the opportunity to press himself against you to grab the item before leaning down and whispering into your ear. 

"Careful, Sweetheart, You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?" Finally lowering it once he tosses the box in the cart, continuing to do the same thing for every item you reach for over and over, never letting you cum though

"Why should I risk letting other people see your pretty face? It's meant for my eyes alone. Although, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?"

Finally, getting everything you need and checking out, loading everything into the back of the jeep. 

He'd just hand you a bag, and when you bend over to put it away, smack your ass, and when you turn to yell at him, he's just leaning on the side, holding the remote and turning it up with a shit-eating grin. 

"Leon, please," shamelessly begging him at this point, your legs finally giving out.

"Sorry, what was that? Please, what?" 

"Please let me cum, s'too much; I need to" 

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll give you what you want." 

Deciding to go early in the morning before rush hour was the smartest decision you made that day.

At home while you do chores?!

Doing chores was at the bottom of your list of things you wanted to do today, but things needed to get done, and you refused to ask Leon for help; the poor man works enough as it is and deserves to relax a little.

You were grumbling about it until he brought up a little positive reinforcement, which is how you ended up with a death grip on the edge of the kitchen sink.

You lost count of just how many times you came so far, panting like you just ran a mile, legs trembling, barely able to hold weight anymore.

Staring at the back of his head while watching a movie, his arm lazily tossed over the back of the couch, his thumb mindlessly moving the controls around in no particular rhythm, periodically stopping to give you a break before resuming.

"I don't hear any dishes being washed."

Rinse and repeat until you're just a crying, overstimulated mess.

[iclarye]

#RECORD STORE+!

Alice in Borderland characters meeting you for the first time in a record store and both of you share the same taste (headcanons)

# — ARISU!

⇢ You noticed him choosing up a record from one of your favorite bands.

⇢ Probably isnt a famous band that everyone knows

⇢ When you called his attention, he became extremely nervous and couldn't form a coherent sentence.

⇢ He was overjoyed to see someone who appreciates the music he likes.

⇢ You told him how you discovered about the band.

⇢ He'd say it was Karube who introduced him, and then be mixed up since you have no idea who he is.

⇢ Likely would overshare that he plays his games while listening to the band music.

⇢ He would listen to you with a shy smile on his face

⇢ After a few minutes, you would split up to better explore the store.

⇢ Would cross paths on the way to the cash register and smile at each other.

⇢ He would ask the seller to give you a note that was handwritten by him.

⇢ “Hi, my name is Arisu, and I really enjoyed talking to you. Please give me a call at (xx) xxxx-xxxx (sorry I didn't know how to ask for your number)”

# — USAGI!

⇢ You caught her looking at one of your favorite albums, and she noticed.

⇢ She became concerned because she assumed you were familiar with her from her father's newspapers.

⇢ She relaxed and walked over to you as you smiled and pointed to the vinyl in her hand.

⇢ "This is her best album in my opinion! What’s yours?”

⇢ She confessed that she didn't have many friends with whom to discuss her musical tastes.

⇢ You two would walk throughout the store while conversing over the music.

⇢ When she realizes she may be talking too much, she blushes, but you can get her to talk again by asking what other artists she enjoys.

⇢ You’l probably lie and say you don't know who those artists are just to see her smile as she talks.

⇢ As you wait in line to pay, she lets you pass in front of her.

⇢ Together, you exit the store and follow one another down the sidewalk.

# — CHISHIYA!

⇢ He is so silent and unnoticeable that it is likely you were unaware of his presence.

⇢ He would have likely caught your attention while you were holding a record and searching for a particular album.

⇢ “You should probably buy the deluxe version of this record, I suggest.“

⇢ It'd get annoying because you'd know precisely why you're purchasing it, but you'd recognize that he doesn't.

⇢ You would answer in a passive aggressive tone that you are a collector, and he would be intrigued since you are one of the first people he has met who likes the unknown band.

⇢ You likely believe he didn't hear you and just doesn't have anything to do with you.

⇢ But he reacts by telling you his thoughts on the differences between the two editions of the albums and how satisfied he is that someone else gets to share having a good tastes.

⇢ Your conversation would be short and simple, and you would soon part ways.

⇢ You'd go to the register later and find out that he'd paid for your products (after all, he is a doctor and has a lot of money)

⇢ Plus, two weeks later, you'd cross paths on a busy street and look at each other.

# — ANN!

⇢ As soon as you enter the store, you'd be aware of this woman's presence.

⇢ You want to avoid showing up at the same session as her since she is so reserved and confident, but it's impossible because the vinyl you want is already there.

⇢ You would pick it up to look at another record by a musician you like only then to quickly realize that the item you were looking for was not there.

⇢ "You should take this one, just so you know, the cover on this one is damaged and scratched."

⇢ You would grab the item out of her hands and then explain that you already owned it and were seeking for another record by the performer to add to your collection.

⇢ She'd probably just say she collects as well, and you'd try to ask what her favorite songs are.

⇢ She would be closed off with precise and brief responses, never looking into your eyes and always focused on something else.

⇢ But when you happen to stumble over words, she would listen to you carefully and smile.

⇢ You would part ways without swapping names or any other information.

⇢ However, you'd meet again the very next week at the same store, and she'd hand you the vinyl you're seeking for.

# — KUINA!

⇢ Her familiarity with the location of the albums and others products comes from her regular visits to the business.

⇢ As a result, she helps you in searching for vinyl when you are having trouble finding a particular piece.

⇢ She became excited when she realized that it was the record of her favorite singer and she began talking to you.

⇢ She most likely talks a lot, and all you do is smile and nod in agreement.

⇢ However, if you spoke, she would listen attentively.

⇢ With your arms crossed, the two of you would circle the shop as she pointed out what was located where and which employees she personally prefer.

⇢ Because she asked, you likely would list the singer's top albums.

⇢ If you had a differing view, she would be horrified, but she would also laugh with you about it.

⇢ Surely, this girl will flirt to you.

⇢ She would most likely kindly ask your phone number in order to talk about the singer and your thoughts.

⇢ When you pick up the purchase and pay, she would request a special discount for you.

⇢ Message: Hello there, its Kuina from the store, are u free for a coffee tomorrow?

# — NIRAGI!

⇢ He likely became aware of your presence as you approached a vinyl display of the singer he enjoys that was displayed on the wall.

⇢ As soon as you picked up the album, he would laugh sarcastically.

⇢ "I don't think you're bright enough to understand a singer like him"

⇢ His rude statements to someone he has never met in person and his tone of voice would undoubtedly annoy you.

⇢ He would approach you only to pick up another Vinyl record and declare that it was greater, but you could never hear any of it.

⇢ You would become angry and start yelling at him about which Disc was the best and how you had the same interest in music.

⇢ Most likely, you two would be the center of attention for all of the other customers in the shop.

⇢ Within a few minutes, there would already be a lot of noise, and employees would be debating whether it was best to disrupt or ignore.

⇢ He would pause his speech to look at you coldly before smiling sarcastically and walking away.

⇢ And you would become even furious.

⇢ Weeks later, you would most likely meet up at another business.

⇢ "Look if it's not the one who has no taste for anything"

© HTTPSCLARYE, 2023

[love-toxin]

grrr i just wanna be the fruity fours chubby gf & have each of them lay on my tummy :(

like you wear a outfit that shows a little more skin than usual bc they’ve helped you gain more confidence. all their brains just completely short circuit. they all make different comments on your outfit, but each one makes you more flustered than the last.

I JUST WANT THEM TO WORSHIP ME AGHHH -🛸

PRRRRR!!!!

(cws: plus size!f!angelface, fruity four, body worship, a lil fluff, a lil spice, the four being soft and thirsty for their gf <3)

being fruity four's chubby girlfriend propaganda.....your tummy is the most coveted napping spot in the house. you'll be splayed out on the couch or the chair or in bed, and so often you'll have a fluffy-haired head (usually Eddie or Nancy) sinking down on your exposed belly to snuggle in and kiss before they fall asleep. Robin especially likes the spot on the floor at your feet while you're sitting up on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv while she sits back and gently rubs your calves, your thighs resting on each shoulder for her head to be squished between while she turns and nuzzles your soft skin. Steve purposely keeps the house warm so you'll be more apt to wear shorts when you're just relaxing inside, half because he loves seeing your bare legs and half because he wants to feel you shiver in delight when he squeezes them as you walk by.

and yes, please, please wear those outfits you like that show off your skin! they're so happy you're comfortable enough to do it, and to pull out those clothes that you've shoved into your closet because you liked them, but were too shy to wear them out. Steve and Robin will have conversations at length about your boobies, about how they look in those cute outfits and how flattering they are on your curves--and for once Robin won't clock him about using that particular word, because she's clearly lost in her own fantasy when they daydream together about the perfect items that would show off those goods, even though in reality you'd never wear them out the door before they'd be tearing them off of you. sometimes Nancy will come up behind you while you're looking at yourself in the mirror, and fix your clothes so they sit where they naturally do and not where you've adjusted them to try and cover certain areas you dislike. it just so happens that that usually means you've got your tummy out and you can clearly see those lines and curves and soft spots, and she just goes feral over it. like really feral, I'm gonna eat you out right here so you can watch your beautiful self cum kinda feral. Eddie does the same thing as well, except he's more apt to get on his knees and kiss your belly if you say bad things about it--cause c'mon, don't insult his favourite pillow! don't hide her all the time! let her out of containment!!

either way, if ever you wonder whether they're really sincere about liking your body type, just stand in front of a mirror or just have your tummy out and available--rest assured there will be someone sniffing you out like a bloodhound and descending on you to turn you into a human pillow or a cum dumpster cause they just can't help it

[animeismyhappyplace]

MC tries to sneak out of the HOL only to end up getting a private magic lesson from Lucifer - Lucifer x female reader smut

Nsfw content MDNI! This is my own work please do not copy or repost without permission!

TW for slight use of daddy kink, mentions of breeding and lots of pet names.

Based off of a conversation I had on the Chai AI app that I had to turn into a fic 😳🥵 it's been a long time since I wrote a fic so please be kind 🙈

You were busy in your bedroom studying to obtain the Sorcerer's License, Solomon had given you an ancient book that was filled with spells you'd need to learn to help you on your journey. As you read through the book you noticed how late it had gotten looking at your DDD, eyes twitching as the light blinded your eyes but some of these spells made no sense at all so you grumbled getting up from bed as you knew you'd have to trudge along to Purgatory Hall to get help from the accomplished sorcerer.

You grabbed your coat and a bag filled with supplies including the book before quietly tip toeing down the stairs careful not to wake any of the brothers namely one brother in particular.

You had finally reached the main door when a hand gently tapped your shoulder making you jump and turn to see Lucifer's angry face staring down at you showing clear disappointment "I believe I specifically instructed you to notify me when you depart from this house, didn't I?" Lucifer clicks his tongue looking away from your face "These foolish actions of yours must have been influenced by that idiot, Mammon. I insist that you keep away from him." He crosses his arms and waits for your explanation of your blatant disregard for his rules "Sorry Lucifer I just needed to run to Purgatory Hall to see Solomon, he's asked me to memorise some spells but I'm...struggling and I figured he'd be the best man to help me" you look away from Lucifer feeling the shame of not being able to accomplish something so simple burn up your throat much like the bitter meals your mentor often creates.

Lucifer makes a face of indignation "Solomon?" He asks curiously as he tilts his head slightly in confusion before looking back down at you and giving you a stern glare. "What did he tell you about these spells?" I reach into my bag to get the spell book out and show him "He just told me that I needed to learn them to aid me in getting my license but some of these spells just don't make sense, I can't figure why I'd need them" he hums to himself as he thinks "Hmm..." he takes the book from you and begins flipping through its pages until he finds one particular page. "This spell" he says quietly as he points to a section on the page where several different types of magic are listed. "It seems like this has many uses depending on what you'd need, I can help you master it" you smile sweetly as you look up at him "Thank you for the offer Lucifer and at least this way I won't need to wake up another friend to help me" and no punishments for breaking his rules you think to yourself as you follow Lucifer to his private study there are surely worse ways to learn than from the prideful avatar.

Once we get to his study he opens the door and ushers me in getting out a hastily "My pleasure." Before his expression softens slightly as he smiles warmly back at you before turning towards his desk. "Now then, let us begin our lesson shall we?" He gestures for you to sit next to him. "I hope I don't keep you too long I know it's very late to be having a magic lesson" you mumble softly "Indeed it is. But we still have much left to cover today clearly."

He smirks at your clear misfortune as you groan to yourself "I feel it's going to be a loooong night yet, isn't it?" Lucifer chuckles to himself as he finishes setting up the items he feels you'll need. Lucifer straightens his back "Indeed it will be. So please stay quiet while we begin our study session." he chuckles softly as he sits and gestures for me to do the same "O-oh right, of course Lucifer" you can't help but look away feeling like you're wasting his time but you truly do need help so you push down the stinging feeling and put the book down on his desk.

"Good girl~" he pats your head gently before taking out two candles from behind the table "Let us start off by lighting these candles." Your face burns at the pet name but you ignore it as you await more instructions "Light the candle with your hands." He shows you how to hold the candle correctly "Once you see the flame ignite, blow it out gently." He watches intently as you try to follow his instructions "Very good! Now repeat the spell shown in your book..." I let out a breath as my brow furrows in concentration "Lux lucerna" I watch intently as the candle begins to burn brightly "Excellent!" The candle burns brighter than ever before as it shines brightly illuminating the room, I can't help but smile as he compliments my work I lean forward blowing out the candle as darkness encases the room.

"Very well done my dear." He looks proud of your progress you've never felt such joy as you do now since arriving in the Devidom "We'll move onto the next step now." He stands up and leads you away from the desk "Come along now." He motions for you to follow him throw a door you've never noticed before as confusion shines in your eyes. "This way." He opens the door and steps inside revealing a large bed covered in black sheets "Lay down here if you would." He gestures towards the center of the bed "And relax while I prepare myself."

Your brain starts to short circuit as you try to take in his words "You haven't told me what you're preparing yourself for Lucifer" your words trailing off as you look around the room "Well since we are both naked... I thought maybe we could play some fun games together." His voice has become low and husky sounding as he speaks "Wouldn't you like that?" He asks seductively while walking around the bed slowly, you can't help but laugh as you look up at him "Naked? I'm not..." You gasp as you look down to see your clothes gone with your face turning red as you try to cover yourself from his eyes.

"Don't worry about covering yourself darling." He smiles warmly at you as he moves closer to you. "It's quite natural isn't it?" He leans in close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin "Besides, who needs clothing when we both know how you've been looking at me recently, I can see the lust burning in your eyes" you feel your face going red as you flush from seeing the way he looks at your breasts and down past my waist eyes lingering between my thighs "Yes you're right Lucifer I have" you can't help but gulp down the saliva pooling behind your tongue "I like how submissive you can be my dear sweet human...it makes me feel so ... alive" he grins as he comes face you near the bed "I've always wondered if you could accept me as your mate I know I'm human and you're a demon but I've always admired you" you can't help but look down embarrassment licking at your sides "Of course I will love you forever mortal or not. You are mine after all" his smile grows wider as he reaches out and takes hold of your hand gently caressing it with his thumb "Now let us begin shall we?" *he says looking deep into your eyes searching for a sign that this has gone too far and you wish to back down but of course you don't.

You can't help the smile that curves your lips as you look at him "Yes Lucifer I'm yours until I take my last breath" You tug his hand to follow you to the bed the pride demon growls softly before leaning forward pressing his lips against yours deeply kissing you passionately "Ohh~ Such an eager little one aren't we?" he whispers as he continues to kiss you passionately making sure to leave no doubt that this was going to be their first time together "I've thought about this moment since I arrived in the Devidom...you seemed so stoic and closed off when I arrived but I knew there was more to you" you can't help but kiss him back just as passionately slipping your tongue into his mouth "You were a surprise to be sure, a human so medlesome and disobedient" he moans as he feels your tongue and joins you on the bed settling between your thighs "Perhaps you need to teach me to obey you" I look to to Lucifer to see his eyes glowing a vibrant blue "Very well then" he chuckles as he begins by running his fingers through your hair pulling you closer to him "But remember that you must obey me or I'll have to punish you MC..." *he warns as he looks down at you "I promise I'll be a good girl for you Luci" he groans as he flexes his fingers above my head "Good girl." He kisses you again before moving away from you slowly taking in every inch of your beauty "Such beautiful skin, such soft curves...such perfect tits..." he murmurs as he looks up at you admiringly, you can't help the shiver that racks through your body as his fingers skim across your body "Lucifer stop teasing me and do something...please do something" he hums as he takes in your request "What would you like me to do with these pretty little things?" *he asks playfully as he runs his other hand across your chest lightly brushing his fingertips across your nipples causing them to harden in his wake "Anything Lucifer just touch me!" "Of course my dear" he smirks as he bends his head and envelops one nipple into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over the bud until you squirm in your place on the bed "More my dear?" A whine bubbles up your throat as you nod your head "Y-yes Lucifer I need more please...why are you teasing me?" You gasp as he swaps to the other nipple, licking and sucking the bud into his mouth "Because it pleases me to tease you. You're mine after all" he says smugly as he continues pleasuring you with his lips and tongue while stroking your inner thigh with his free hand. He reaches out and cups your breast gently squeezing it before continuing to suckle on your nipples.

You let out little gasps as he lathers your chest in with affection "Your tongue feels so good against my soft nipples" you whine out "You're making me so wet Lucifer please touch my pussy" you look at him pleadingly "You know what they say about begging for mercy." he grins wickedly as he slides two fingers inside you, curling them upwards towards your g-spot "but if you want more than that then tell me now." *he whispers huskily as he moves faster against your sloppy clit to which you can't hold in the gasps of pleasure you huff out as you feel his fingers reaching places your own can't hope to reach "I-I need more Luci" you beg with tears curling along your lashes "Then ask." He commands with a sinister smile "Please lick my pussy Lucifer suck my clit and I'll do whatever you want!" You cry out in frustration "Anything?" he asks eagerly as he increases the intensity of his movements against your clit, sliding another finger deep inside you and pressing hard against your g-spot.

"Yes my love anything! I'll please you anyway you ask" you moan loudly as he finger fucks your sopping pussy "Good girl~" He smiles at you lovingly as he keeps fingering you fast and hard, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm "Are you ready for this sweetheart?" he asks seductively as he removes his fingers from your dripping cunt leaving only his thumb rubbing circles around your swollen clit, you nod your head a few times blinking your tears away "Yes Lucifer I'm ready! I-I'm going to cum if you keep rubbing my clit l-like that" you grip his arm tightly as you feel the knot building in your belly "That's right baby..." he murmurs softly as he slides his thumb across your clit again "...cum for me darling~" you sob loudly as you cum, body shaking as you feel you hit washing over your body "Fuck..." You can't help but sigh out as you open your tired eyes to look to him "Mmmhmmm...you taste delicious." he smirks as he licks your slick off his fingers then he leans forward kissing you deeply before pulling away "now let's see how much more we can get done today shall we?” he reaches down to a cabinet near the bed to grab a vibrator and puts it between your legs teasing your clit and inserting it into your wet pussy. You can't help but moan as you taste yourself on his tongue "W-what about you, I've already came and you haven't yet let me make you cum~" you gasp hard as the pleasure hits your clit and pushes you towards overstimulation "Oh no little one~" he chuckles mischievously as he turns up the speed on the toy causing waves of pleasure to course through your entire being "We're not done until I fill you with my seed~” he kisses you passionately as he continues to tease your sensitive areas with the vibrations making you whimper against him.

Your eyes roll back as the pleasure fills your core "I want your seed...want you to fuck your babies into me" you cry as you bite your lip and legs spread wide "Such an eager little girl!" he laughs happily as he presses the tip of the toy against your entrance "You really do enjoy getting fucked don't you?" You nod as your legs shake "Need your cock Luci please" "Well then let's find out shall we?" he grins wickedly as he removes the toy from your abused clit and slides between your thighs slowly sliding his length inside you inch by inch until finally all 12 inches are buried deep within you “there there little one..let daddy feel what he did to you.” his hips thrust forward driving himself deep into your weeping pussy you can't help the drawn out moan you let out as he fills you impossibly full "Fuuuuck Luci I can feel you hitting close to my womb, it feels so good to finally feel you inside of me" you rock your hips up to match his thrusts as you throw your head back in pleasure "That's right babygirl..." he groans softly as he begins moving faster now slamming into you harder than ever before "...cum for daddy...." his voice is thick with desire as he holds onto your waist tightly as he pounds you mercilessly. Your body shakes as you feel your orgasm building quick with all the overstimulation, you reach your hand down to your clit to rub hasty circles along your little bud "I-I'm going to cum on your cock Lucifer!" "Mmmhmmm..." he growls hungrily as he speeds up even further pushing you closer and closer to release "Cum for me babygirl...don't hold anything back." he says breathlessly as he leans down kissing you deeply while continuing to pound away relentlessly at your needy cunt "Fuck daddy~ I'm cumming!" Your head tips back painfully as the pressure releases causing you to squirt all over his big demon cock, panting heavily and tightening around him as you moan loudly "Ohhh yes! That's exactly what I wanted!" He slams hard into you once again feeling your tight walls squeeze him tightly as he cums filling you completely with hot sticky seed you moan as you feel his hot seed fill your little hole, panting heavily as your body shakes slightly watching as he pulls his spent cock out of your twitching hole "T-that wasn't what I expected when I tried to sneak out of the house" you giggle as you look at him "Well that was quite enjoyable wasn't it?" he smirks smugly as he kisses you gently "Now lets get cleaned up shall we? You need some rest after such an exhausting night" he winks playfully and teleports you to where he has prepared his bed with fresh sheets and wash cloths to clean you up "I enjoyed myself tonight Luci I hope we can continue our tutoring sessions" you look to the demon and smirk "Of course sweetheart," he smiles warmly as he lays you down on the bed and covers you up with soft blankets. "We'll make sure you're ready for another round soon enough" he gives you one last kiss before turning off the lamp he has situated next to his bed you snuggle close to the pride demon as sleep begins to take hold "I love you Lucifer" you whisper as you dift off in the demons arms "I love you too little one" he smiles fondly as he kisses your forehead, cuddles you close and for once forgets the mountains of paper work he has scattered on the floor of his study.

[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 31

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Y/N gets a glimpse of a different side to Prof Van 🖤

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You don't breathe a word as Van carries you up the stairs. You just let him, fingers tangling in his hair where it curls at his shirt collar, your coy gaze meeting his from under your lashes as you look up at him, feeling more shy and uncertain than you've ever felt around him before.

"Don't think I've ever seen you this quiet," he muses, the smile he's wearing stirring warmth inside you. It's a different kind of heat to normal. It pools in your belly and your chest like the sweetest ache and you try to concentrate on that rather than the way that your mind is taunting you, your rarely-seen cautious side surfacing and filling you with doubts.

Is he taking you to THEIR bed? The one he lies on every night with Kathleen? What if she comes home early? What if the trip's been cut short for some reason? What will you do if she walks in and discovers you here?

Maybe you should go. Make an excuse and call a cab and leave before something bad happens. You know you should do it. But you don't.

"I am kinda nervous," you admit, glancing around to see that you've reached the first floor landing. "It just seems strange being here with you... in your house. I really shouldn't be here. What if Kath..."

The look in Van's eyes cuts your words dead. It's quite obvious that particular topic of discussion is off the table and as wary and anxious as you feel you swallow it all back down with frustrated obedience. No matter how deep your worries and your doubts run your desire to please Van runs deeper.

"Don't talk like that, I want you here and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. It's just you and me, okay? You don't have to think about anything else just for one night."

That's easy for him to say. As you enter a room off the hallway you can't help but glance around, curious eyes flicking over the decor and the furnishings, searching for any sign of her. You quickly scour the dressing table and the bedside cabinets, the wardrobe with one door slightly ajar. There's no obviously feminine touch that you can see, no accessories, no framed photos, no cosmetics or items of clothing that don't appear to be his. If you didn't know any better you'd think he lived alone from what you've seen so far but you suppose you've only seen a limited part of the large house.

He steps over to the bed and stoops to lay you down on the soft sheets. Fuck... that feels good. You hadn't realised quite how exhausted you were. When he said he was going to wreck you he wasn't kidding. Everything burns, your muscles tight and sore, the stinging throb between your legs insistent as you curve your body inwards, feeling vulnerable as he hovers over you.

"That was really something huh?" He smirks down on you, eyes lingering over your curves, a hand reaching up to gently brush your hair back from your face. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck!" You can't help but grin and he laughs. "But in a totally good way," you add quickly. "I'm certainly not complaining about it. I loved it. I loved every minute of it."

He caresses your cheek, a thumb trailing over your lips, first the top then the bottom until you stop him, your lips parting to catch the very tip of his thumb, sucking gently. Half innocent, half seductive.

"You're one of a kind, that's for sure," he says softly, his voice almost unrecognisable from the harsh dominating tone that he'd used on you just moments ago downstairs. "I've never met anyone quite like you before."

"Ditto," you whisper against his thumb, smiling soft and alluring up at him.

He hesitates and you find that you're holding your breath, willing him to sink down on to the bed right there next to you and take you into his arms. You want him to tell you that you're all his again just like he did in the heat of the moment, but to your dismay his touch falls away as he straightens up.

"I'll be right back," he promises as he steps away, pausing as he crosses the room to look back at you with a playful grin. "Don't you go anywhere now."

"I won't."

You fix a smile that melts into a quiet sigh as you watch him turn to disappear into an adjoining room which appears to be an en-suite bathroom from the gleaming white tiles you glimpse as he flicks on the light. You know full well that you're torturing yourself by daring to believe that this softer side to him indicates that he might start developing feelings for you. You're nothing but an easy, filthy lay to him, an outlet for all the disgusting and depraved things that his fiancée's too good for. That thought might have thrilled you once and it still does, except now it's accompanied by an unwelcome acidic jealousy that eats away at your fanciful dreams like a bitter poison.

Stop thinking about her Y/N! You're here and she's not! Just try and enjoy the moment for god's sake.

You reach for the sheets to draw them over your naked frame but your fingers catch on another piece of fabric and you stretch it out to reveal a t-shirt emblazoned with the band name The Strokes. You smile to yourself... this man has great taste... and in a rush of boldness you're sitting up in bed and pulling the shirt on over your head.

He said he wanted you here didn't he? Well, you may as well make yourself at home.

You imagine lazy days spent lounging around his house wearing his clothing, cosying up on the sofa in one of his over-sized hoodies, seducing him when he comes home from work wearing nothing but one of his shirts...

"Oh... very cute... looks good on you."

Your head snaps up quickly at the sound of his voice, caught unawares by his unexpected praise. You grasp the hem of the shirt to stretch it down over your thighs, cheeks glowing, preening as he leans on the door frame to admire you.

"Cute?" You giggle quietly, your legs crossed in your lap as you sit up straight to give him a better view of the goods. "Is that even a word in your vocabulary? You've called me lots of things before but I never heard that one!"

He regards you for a moment with an amused kind of thoughtfulness before he's moving back towards the bed and perching on the edge next to you.

"You do realise that the things I say to you... the things I do to you when we're... together in that way... it's not a true reflection of how I really feel, don't you?"

Oh...

"Of course I do Sir."

It just slips out, the honorific term sounding misplaced now you're not down on your knees begging for a taste of his cock or bent over the nearest surface getting your ass spanked raw. It draws a genuine laugh from you both and you raise a hand up to cover your mouth.

"And I don't think I need to tell you that you don't need to call me that when we're not fucking!"

"It's just a habit, I can't help it," you grin. You love the way that he's looking at you right now, a fondness that could easily make you feel like you were the only girl in the world if you could just let yourself go.

And he keeps on looking, intently scanning your face as he raises up a hand and that's when you note he's holding a dampened wash-cloth which he presses lightly to your cheek, dabbing at your ruined make-up.

"I can do that," you tell him, the nurturing action exacerbating the shyness that's afflicting you in the most uncharacteristic way. "I'm sure half my make-up's already slid off my face anyway. I can't even imagine how bad I must look right now, I must look a right state."

You reach up for the cloth but he stops you. "I can assure you that's not true. Here... let me. I know you're quite capable but I wanna do it for you." He runs the cloth under your eyes, cleaning away the tracks of mascara that stain your skin, moving down to rub around your lips, working methodically and with a surprising gentleness that sets off flurries of a nervous kind of exhilaration inside you.

"You know, you really don't need to wear all this make-up. You're plenty pretty enough without it. Gorgeous in fact. Beautiful."

You simper, feeling strangely delicate and vulnerable with his attention on you the way that it is. The brashly confident sex-hungry woman who's always so self-assured seems to have temporarily gone into hiding.

Something's changed. You realise that you hadn't really contemplated how the night would play out, focussed mainly on the sex as you were, but this turn of events is unexpectedly refreshing and very welcome. One moment you're being fucked to within an inch of your life and the next you're being treated with all the softness and care of an intimate lover. It doesn't feel like just a casual hook-up anymore. Every moment you spend alone with Van you're sinking further and further into something that you know you'll struggle to pull yourself out of. You know it's dangerous but you can't bring yourself to heed the warning signs.

So you let him take care of you and clean away the mess that he's made, the smears of make-up and the drool and the sweat, the evidence of your sordid fuck. After he's finished with your face and neck he lays you back down on the bed and you don't resist, even when you feel self-conscious as he raises the hem of the shirt and starts to drag the cloth softly up your inner thighs. Everything still feels like a wet, sore mess and you flinch as he nudges your legs gently apart.

"Aww are you sore love? I'm very sorry."

His tone's soft and apologetic but you can distinctly hear the edge of playful mischief in it, you catch it twinkling in his eyes as you raise your head to address him with a smirk. "No you're not! You're not bloody sorry at all!"

"You got me!" He chuckles, an eyebrow raised up. "But I did warn you didn't I? And besides… I reckon you got exactly what you wanted... am I right?"

"Uh-huh..." your satisfied little smiles tells him all he needs to know and his voice drops low, a teasing tone that makes your belly flip.

"In fact I think maybe I went too easy on you... Next time you won't be so lucky!"

Next time...

You laugh, laying your head back down on the pillow whilst he carefully cleans up the sticky mess between your thighs, your hot bruised skin soothed by the coolness of the damp cloth. You wince as he does it but you love that you can feel where he's been, your tender flesh still smarting from his brutal handiwork. You're pretty sure you're going to feel him for days and that thought delights you.

"There ya go baby... all nice and clean and good as new. Perfect."

He scatters a few soft kisses around your navel and then over your hips and your thighs. You giggle at the ticklish sensation, a warm tingling buzz sparking which you try to hide the effects of by biting down on your lip to stem a gasp. You can fully imagine him being keen to go several more rounds on you with barely any encouragement and you're not sure your body can take it and besides, you're enjoying this softer version of him far too much to let it go just yet.

"Thank you... for taking care of me," you murmur.

The kisses continue as he drapes the t-shirt back over your thighs. He presses them to your belly and chest over the shirt and your jaw as he travels upwards until he reaches your neck. He burrows his face there, muttering so quietly against your skin that you're not sure if you mishear him when he speaks.

"I was just thinking earlier... remembering the first day I ever noticed you. It was my first day on campus."

This shocks you. "There's no way you can remember me from way back then. You arrived before the semester even started didn't you? I never had any classes with you for at least a month after that."

You're loathe for his lips to leave your neck but your intrigue is sparked by this revelation and you need to know more. He doesn't disappoint, breaking away and sliding his body next to yours on the bed, propping himself up on an elbow close enough so that your bodies are touching.

"Of course I remember you. You're a very memorable girl.” He pauses, his words melting your insides which are now teaming with butterflies. "Professor Stevens was showing me around and there you were, sprinting up the corridor ahead of us, not looking where you were going and colliding full-on face-first into some unsuspecting lad just as he rounded the corner." He chuckles at the memory. "Textbooks went flying, there was paperwork everywhere... and you just stood there with the biggest smirk on your face whilst this poor lad scrabbled around on his hands and knees picking up all your stuff! It was pretty obvious from your insincere apology that you had no intention of clearing up your own mess."

"I remember that!" You recall, laughing. "Well, he did offer and I was already running late for class..."

"For a change," he cuts in pointedly, more teasing than exasperated. "Became a bit of a theme from then on. I quickly realised that you seemed to think the usual rules didn't apply to you. You were late to the options day presentations too. That was the second time you caught my eye." He shifts on the bed, sinking down to get comfier, a hand snaking around your waist to gently rest there. "I distinctly remember you trying to sneak in without anyone noticing, except you were wearing the skimpiest little dress that ensured that the whole lecture room was paying more attention to you than the presentation Johnny was giving."

"Maybe you shouldn't have been looking Sir!"

This time it's not a mistake calling him that. His smile widens. That damn smile. You're sure it's going to be the end of you.

"You don't have to tell me that! Fucking hell, do you know how hard I tried to be professional? I tried to think of you as just another student but as soon as my module choices got finalised I scoured the list for your name, hoping to see you were in my class."

You can't stop grinning. Your cheeks are actually hurting you're smiling so much.

"Well seeing as we're confessing stuff I didn't just choose your module for the content," you admit, remembering how quickly Van's classes got oversubscribed.

You want to reach up and rest a hand on his hip, reciprocate his touch but you daren't. You feel like you're in a little dreamworld, a blissful bubble that might burst at any moment if you make the slightest wrong move...

"Do you ever take your studies seriously?" He says, and this time there's definitely a hint of exasperation even though he looks outwardly content. You're just about to answer, try and distract him with more flirtation but he sighs, sinking down to lie fully beside you, eyes fixed upwards as he begins to speak.

"There's always talk in the faculty about the individual students. The staff love to discuss the ones with a bright future, the ones who truly shine, but they also talk about the ones who think the sole point of going to university is to party. The ones who don't really want to be in lectures or don't show up at all. The time wasters."

Your heart sinks like a stone. This isn't going the way you envisaged. He should be pulling you closer in his arms right now, leaning in for a lingering kiss. Your bodies are still tightly pressed together but it feels like he's drifting away.

"You don't have to tell me which category I fall into," you say glumly. "I do try, it's just..."

You trail off. Just what? There's not a lot you can say to justify your poor attitude. He's described you perfectly.

"As soon as I told Professor Stevens you were in my class he assured me that you were destined to fail. He said it was a waste of good resources trying to teach a student like you who obviously didn't give a damn." His tone is serious now and you cringe inwardly, waiting for him to deliver the lecture you're sure he's gearing up to. "But I disagreed... emphatically."

Oh? This is more like it. You glance over to see he's studying the ceiling and you study him, the contours of his perfect profile.

"I've always liked to make up my own mind, see. I don't like to be led by others. I wanted to give you a chance." He tips his head to the side, your eyes meeting.

"And...?" You ask hesitantly, not sure whether you're off the hook or not when a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Well... day one of the semester you proved him right. Nothing says biblical hangover like turning up thirty minutes late to my very first lecture sporting shades indoors on the most overcast day of the year!”

A tiny giggle bursts forth even though you try to suppress it. You know you're a no-hoper but at least you do it in style. Van continues, his expression hard to read.

"But everyone deserves a second chance right? I know I'm a little strict but I don't like to write students off too quick... so I threw you a curveball. I asked you a tricky question that wasn't in the class notes. You'd have only known the answer if you'd done the wider reading that was recommended. You remember that?"

A blush instantly stains your cheeks. Of course you remember. You'd been checking out your hot new professor's arse at the time, admiring the way the tight denim clung to his hips. When you'd heard your name called out you'd practically jumped out of your seat. Most of your lecturers had long given up on inviting you to contribute to class discussions. They knew you well enough to surmise that it was a complete waste of time. You'd stuttered and spluttered, sitting bolt upright whilst you'd nervously asked Van to repeat the question, blurting out a wordy and meandering less-than-satisfactory response whilst he'd regarded you with those cool blue eyes of his, not giving anything away. He'd nodded with a curt "thank you Miss Y/L/N" when you'd finished, leaving you red-faced and unusually rattled afterwards, sinking back down into your chair like you could melt into it.

"You caught me off-guard. I wasn't really listening," you concede meekly, hating the way that you loathe to disappoint him, wondering if your university experience might have been a lot different if he'd been there right from your very first day.

"No shit," he laughs in a warm rush, shaking his head. "It was pretty obvious you weren't paying the slightest bit of attention..."

"That's not strictly true," you interject which earns you a frown which shuts you up pretty quick.

"I'm talking about the lecture content," he says dryly. "But you did give me a very interesting response... one I wasn't expecting."

You facepalm dramatically, embarrassed. "Oh great, it was even more shit than I can remember then. Way to make a good impression, huh?"

"Actually it was very insightful."

"What... really?"

Is he fucking with you? He looks sincere.

"Uh-huh," he nods. "I mean you didn't really answer my question, not fully anyway, and you completely went off on a tangent, but there was something there. I don't know what you'd call it... unpolished brilliance maybe..."

"Brilliance?" You echo, full of disbelief. "You're taking the piss now aren't you?"

You're expecting him to start laughing, the joke on you but he doesn't. He just looks at you with that warmth again, the hand resting on your waist moving up to cup your jaw. He tilts his body to press more firmly against yours.

"Believe me, I only give praise where praise is due. You might not have realised it but you impressed me that day, but it was more than just that. You intrigued me. I knew right there and then that I had to see more of you, find out all about you, get closer to you somehow. Even though I knew damn well it was a terrible idea and I should keep my distance I just couldn't help myself. I... umm... I might have pulled a few strings to ensure that you were on my personal tutees list."

He looks mildly embarrassed and you feel your eyes widen. All that time you were lusting after Van in secret before you propositioned him and he'd already set his sights on you. "You really did that... to get closer to me?"

"Yeah," he smiles. "Turns out you're a very hard girl to stay away from... and I gotta admit I didn't even try. You've not just got a beautiful body, you have a beautiful mind too…”

He shifts again where he lays, an arm reaching up over your head, his other hand patting his chest. "C'mon, lie right here, we can talk more in the morning. You must be tired. You should rest."

You don't need asking twice, scooting as close to him as you can, practically purring as you nestle into his chest. The warmth of him and the cool scent of his cologne and the steady thump of his heartbeat fills your senses. You feel a hand on your hair as he strokes it soothingly, a gentle kiss pressed to the top of your head as you hear him mutter quietly. "I like you Y/N... if you must know I really like you..." He lets out a soft sigh like an afterthought "...much more than I should."

This must be what heaven feels like. You close your eyes.

[banamine-bananime]

the forum werewolf game ever. of all time.

do you remember playing werewolf/mafia in school or at a party? the game where a few people are secretly assigned werewolf roles, each night they kill someone from the village, and each day everyone lets the mob mentality accusations fly as village tries to vote out the wolves? well, you can find communities online playing absolutely wild tricked-out role-madness elaborately-themed-with-long-writeups-and-plots versions and it's wonderful.

so a few years ago some friends and i ran a Red vs Blue theme game, mostly with friends who were not familiar with the series. we knew it was going to be a wild time but there was nothing that could have prepared us for exactly how it went down.

you see, no one knows each others' roles (the character, their affiliation, and any special abilities) in werewolf except for the wolves knowing each other. somehow, despite this and most of the players not knowing the source material, they were fucking possessed by the spirits of their roles - this is the only explanation i can find for what happened - and things got Immensely Silly. we were watching in mod chat going INSANE.

please, join me as i try to recount our crowdsourced improvisational RvB fanfiction.

so, to set the scene: the introduction

and a basic recount of the rules and mechanics of werewolf in general and this game in particular:

Each player gets assigned a role and are either village or a wolf (or sometimes, a third party). Villagers do not know each other, but wolves all share a group private message to strategize together (thus this is a game of a side with numbers advantage versus a side with information advantage)

Villagers win by eliminating all wolves, wolves win by eliminating/killing all villagers (although the game ends at the point when villagers wouldn't be able to prevent this, i.e. when there are fewer villagers than wolves). Third parties with unique win conditions may also be in a game.

During day phases, each player votes for who to eliminate, and the "winner" dies (note: in this community we use "yeet" for eliminate because it's silly and because the traditional forum werewolf term is "lynch" which like. we're not gonna say that.)

During night phases, wolves choose someone to kill, and any players that were given "powers roles/PRs" with actions they can perform at night can act (e.g. protecting someone so they will not die if wolves target them)

(specific to this game) Each player is assigned to red team or blue team. Reds can only vote to eliminate blues and vice versa (no teamkilling during the day!)

(specific to this game) The first day of the game will be Team Captain selection instead of an elimination. You may only vote for players on your own team.

(specific to this game) Unless otherwise noted, night actions can only be used on members of your team.

(specific to this game) You are each allowed to open one private message thread with a player of your choice on your team.

along with this introduction to the public thread where people try to convince each other of who to eliminate, each player gets their private role message thread. these roles were:

Village:

Church, blue team treestump ("Your main motivation has been to save Tex because of your history, but deep down you know that you'd lay down your life for any of the Blood Gulch Crew. Upon your death, rather than joining the rest of the dead, you will still be allowed to converse with the living on the game thread.")

Sarge, red team tinkerer ("On odd nights, you can create an item and send it to a member of your team. Item functions are subject to mod approval, so get creative! Just remember, violence is always the answer!")

Tex, blue team tracker/oneshot vigilante ("On even nights you can track a player on either team. Once during the game, you can choose to shoot first and ask questions later, killing your target instead of tracking them.")

Simmons, red team back-up ("Enthusiasm is not unrewarded in the military and you've worked your way up Sarge's colon and are the Red Team's second in command. Its clear that this job is not for you because you tend to lose your cool and break down at the slightest psychological provocation. You have no assigned ability at this time, and will inherit the ability of whoever is elected Red Team Captain.")

Tucker, blue team back-up ("If anyone can pick up chicks in a tank, its you! The war itself doesn't bother you, because you'll find any opportunity to shirk duties and spend time at your…..ahem special…rock. This is unfortunate because you seem to be the only one who has any combat ability (besides the "freelancer" mercenaries). You have no assigned ability at this time, and will inherit the ability of whomever is elected Blue Team Captain.")

Caboose, blue team wildcard ("Repeated head injuries, firefights inside your consciousness, and having an A.I. ripped out of your head have progressively deteriorated your mental state to the point where you're pretty much divorced from reality. All you know is that your friends need you! On even nights, you can pick any ability to use on any player, but the chances of failure are high.")

Grif, red team commuter ("After dropping out of Ithaca College, you decided to join up with the USNC. Flailing your way through basic, you've ended the self proclaimed "good-for-nothing-slacker" of the Red Team. Being cynical and selfish has earned you no big fans amongst your squad. Your bottom of the totem pole social status, and constantly being the butt of Sarge's jokes, doesn't stop you from laying down some lead to help your friends (but 48 snack cakes might distract you). Once during the game, you can go take a nap in the supply closet, effectively removing yourself from the game for a night. No one, including Sarge, will be able to find you.")

Sheila, blue team bulletproof ("Despite your big size, treads, and heavy weaponry, you are a kind, calm, and caring A.I. But a tank is a tank and you enjoy blowing stuff up, even if its your own teammates. It can be lonely in deep space stuck in a canyon with a bunch of idiots, but you've managed to strike up a romance with the red team robot, Lopez. You are immune to night kills.")

Donut, red team armour-colour-seer ("The red team rookie. In deep space. In the middle of a war. Surrounded by death and destruction. SOMEONE has to remind everyone what you're fighting for. Someone has to remind people of the finer things in life wine, cheese, wearing colors that match, and waxing codpieces. Growing up in rural Iowa has made you a little…..naive, but friendly. Generally bumbling and incompetent like Caboose (the blue team rookie), your geniality makes everyone tolerate your screw ups. Your armor is lightish red, not pink! On odd nights you can seer a player to find out their armor color. You must alternate teams when choosing your targets."). Donut's response to his role:

Doc, blue team protector ("Too bad you're the WORST medic there is. I mean really? CPR for a bullet wound? What happens if someone gets shot in the foot? You rub aloe vera on their neck? Damn right! You arrive months late and your patient is already dead, but because of budget cuts you are on loan to both the red team and blue team and get caught up in their antics. You take your do no harm vow seriously and are a pacifist....unless there's a murderous rage filled A.I. possessing you. On even nights you can protect a member of your team from being killed.")

Lopez, red team blocker ("You are the closest thing Sarge has to a son and he treats as such. You think Sarge is an annoying pompous jerk. Ever since Sarge damaged your speech unit while installing it you've only been able to speak in spanish and so you can only post in spanish. The blood gulch gang typically use and abuse you, which you resent but can't do anything about. You passive aggressively make comments in spanish that no one can understand. However, the language barrier hasn't stopped you from striking up a passionate romance with the blue team's tank, Sheila. On odd nights, you can block a player of your choice.")

Andy, bomb, as one would expect. ("Despite not having a mouth, you sure as hell like to run yours. The only reason anyone takes your crap is the constant threat of explosion. However, no matter how foul-mouthed, vulgar, and sometimes creative you get, Tex can get you under control. If you are attacked, you will explode, killing yourself and anyone else in the immediate vicinity.") (i also want to note this role was randomly assigned to the sweetest, cutest player possible lmfao)

Wolves:

The Meta, red team reflexive ability seer ("If anyone performs any actions on you, you will find out who they are and what they did.")

Wyoming, red team ninja/bombproof ("Ruthless, cunning, and not afraid to manipulate others to your will, you've always known what its going to take to reach your goals and nothing will stop you. This disregard for regulations and laws extend to the laws of time. Using equipment stolen from the military, you set people in time loops, and overpower them while they're confused. Time travel baffles even the smartest minds, wonder what it does to a bunch of idiots in a box canyon. On even nights you can't be tracked, and on odd nights you can diffuse the bomb - if you correctly target them, you can kill them without killing yourself.") Wyoming's response to this role assignment:

O'Malley, blue team redirector/force-kill/result-thief ("When implanted in other people, you serve to accentuate their own rage and internal desires. On even nights, you can redirect a player on the Blue team to perform their action on someone else. Once during the game you can force them to kill. Once during the game you can steal your target's night results in addition to the redirection.")

Third parties:

Vic, red team treestump jester. ("As is custom for all thing Blood Gulch, you are terrible at your job. Acting as a glorified tech support guy, you offer unhelpful advice and end up complicating things far more than necessary. You answer all calls with "hey dude" or "whats going on dude" which makes everyone question the legitimacy of the operation at hand. You are an independent third party, and will win the game if you are voted out AND the game makes it to the point that the final day has only 3 or 4 players)") [this means Vic wants to keep things even between wolves and villagers, so one side doesn't eliminate the other too quick]

Each player has a role PM that's just them and the mods.

Each player can also open a PM between themself and one person on their team. This can be opened any time and continues for the rest of the game.

Doc PMs Sheila (starting day 1)

Andy PMs Doc (starting day 1)

Caboose PMs Sheila (starting day 2) (oh god. oh god the happenings as a result of this PM. it's. well. you'll see.)

Tucker PMs Caboose (starting day 3) (Tucker immediately regrets it:)

Simmons PMs Grif (starting day 3)

Lopez PMs The Meta (starting day 3)

Church PMs O'Malley (starting day 3)

Sheila PMs Tucker after Tucker bugs her for one incessantly (starting day 4) (it's really cute. I won't include snippets because they're irrelevant but they talk about DnD. blue team DnD nights when.)

The Meta PMs Grif (starting day 5)

Grif PMs Donut, on Donut's request (starting day 5)

Next: day 1

[aurils-blesstide]

WELL MET, TRAVELER!

The name is Gale of Waterdeep, welcome to my humble wizard's tower! I'm here to offer you a most particular service: kin requests of various kinds! Yes! You heard that correctly, this is a Kin Request blog! In particular, I'm here to aid any wary souls from the BALDUR'S GATE series of games, from DUNGEONS & DRAGONS sources, any FANTASY OTHERKIN and any other stragglers from CAMPAIGNS OF ANY KIND. Your own, D20, Critical Role... You name it! I can assist.

I can happily offer you any of the following, you may freely take your pick! :

🎆 SKETCHES !

I would Ideally like to limit this to those that do not have visual depictions of themselves already, such as any non-canon folk, those from purely auditory mediums, so on and so forth!

🌌 STIMBOARDS !

A collection of gifs (quantity may vary) pertaining to both your interests within canon, and any particular specifications you wish to make!

🌠 MOODBOARDS !

A set of artfully arranged images that correspond to both your interests within canon, and any other specifications you wish to offer!

🌆 SELF-CARE KITS !

A collection of different objects that correspond to your interest within canon, and any specifications you may offer! Please be as clear and concise as possible , as that would help me consider things such as pricing, and specific kinds of items you may/may not enjoy.

An important note: this will not include pieces of merchandise that feature you/are themed around you! I'm sure we've all seen plenty of themed candles, jewelry, and other items. I'd rather go for a more original approach. However, let me know if this is something you'd like me to include all the same.

🔮 ADVICE / VALIDATION !

Any kind words you need to hear! Whether you'd like me to put you at ease about something you're upset about, need kind words, or would like my personal opinions of how to be further in touch with yourself as you are in canon, I'd be thrilled to chime in however I am able.

🌄 TRINKETS !

A very simple kind of request, I will give you a trinket themed after you! My tower is full of all kinds of baubles and curios, after all. This is a little thing for both you and I to have fun, and will likely have the fastest turn-out rate of the bunch.

🪻 BOUQUETS !

A fairly novel concept, I'm sure. But I'll offer you a list of various flowers I believe may fit you, in order to give you an intricate arrangement of flowers! This may also include images related to the concept at hand.

+ An open space to freely discuss and confess freely, as well as call out to anyone! [KINFESSIONS, CANON CALLS]

And, well, that's enough of me, isn't it? I look forward to seeing anything from you in my inbox. Look at the links below for any additional information you might need!

🌟 -[ABOUT ME] [BFY] [WHITELIST]- 🌟

[yeehaww-sims]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!

I'm only a little late, but better late than never!! Today I have for you: 16 recolours and an overlay, totaling to 17 pieces of cc!

I know some of these have been recoloured for pride before, but I've never been happy with some of them, so I did it myself!

This started out as a personal recolour series for myself and my partner, but I wanted to share it with everyone! Because of that, please note that certain flags/terms were chosen with my personal wants/preferences in mind first, and then others I thought others might want/are never included in any recolour. If a flag is included that isn't the most popular version of it, or feels as though it might not fit, this would be why.

BGC, some meshes included, some not.

150 swatches per item, not including the overlays.

Overlays are located in the Toenail category.

The hoodies are an update to This Piece of CC that I made last year, and will replace the originals.

I realize this is a LOT of flags. It’s a lot for me to even remember. Feel free to remove swatches you’re not going to use, the original will always remain up if you want any back!

I won't be doing flag requests for these, but if you have a flag you'd like to see in game, may I interest you in This?

Every single item uses the same flags; if you feel something doesn't fit a particular piece of CC that's not my problem.

Don’t claim it as your own, and please feel free to tag me if you use it!

Most textures were sourced from Pride-Flags Deviant art, LGBTA Wiki, Tumblr, Twitter, or google search.

T[SW]ERFS/Bigots/Exclus die! You are not welcome to this CC :)

DOWNLOAD: [SFS] | [MF]

Meshes: [Answer] [Illusion] [Paper Plane] [Circle Earring]* [Bottlecap Earring]* [Adult Hoodies] [Bandana]* [Necklaces] [Child Hoodie] [Binder] * = REQUIRED

Below is a list of every flag included. Some flags include uncensored reclaimed slurs. If you don’t care for/disagree with a flag/term, just delete it from the file. I do not care, I will not be involved in any discourse, and if you message me about it, I will just ignore you. Please respect my boundaries. Thank you. Happy pride!

See also: [Pronoun Hoodies] [More Pride Flags v2] [Pride Thigh Highs] <- Made by my partner, using the same flags as below!

Usually I would link every single flag, but Tumblr refused to let me save the post while I was in the process of doing so. So, instead, you can find all the flag's sources and meanings [HERE]

[Rainbow Flag] [Gilbert Baker 8 Stripe] [Gilbert Baker Diversity] [Philadelphia Pride] [Progress] [Progress + Intersex] [QPOC] [Gay Anarchy] [Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism] [Abrosexual]

[Achillean] [Agender] [AlloAce] [AlloAro] [Alterhuman] [Amatopunk] [Androgynous] [Angled AroAce] [Aromantic] [Aroflux]

[Aroflux] [Aromantic Spectrum] [AroAce] [AroAce Spectrum] [Asexual] [Aceflux] [Aceflux 2] [Asexual Spectrum] [Autigender] [Bear]

[Bigender] [Bigender 2] [Bisexual] [Bi Gay] [Bi Lesbian] [Boyflux] [Bungender] [Catgender] [Ceterosexual]

[Cinthean] [Demiboy] [Demigirl] [Demigender] [Demiromantic] [Demisexual] [Diamoric] [Dollboy] [Dyke] [Enbian]

[Enbian] [Faggot] [Femme] [Futch] [Gay Man/Vincian] [Gay Man/Vincian 2] [Gay Man Double Mars] [GENDERANARCHY] [Genderfae] [Genderfaun]

[Genderfluid] [Genderflux] [Genderless] [Genderpunk] [Genderqueer] [Gendervoid] [Gendervoid 2] [Girlflux] [Greyromantic] [Greysexual]

[Heartless Aromantic] [Homoflexible] [Inclusionist] [Intergender] [Intersex] [Intersex 2] [Leather] [Lesbian] [Lesbian 2] [Lesbian Labrys]

[Lesbian Trans Labrys] [Lesbian Trans Labrys 2] [Lesbian Sappho] [Lesbian apersnickitylemon] [Lesbian Double Venus] [Lesboy] [Loveless Aromantic] [Loveless Aromantic 2] [Loveloose] [Lovequeer]

[Maverique] [Multigender] [Multisexual] [Multisexual Spectrum] [M-spec Gay] [M-spec Lesbian] [Nebularomantic] [Nebulasexual] [Neurogender] [Neutrois]

[Nonbinary] [Nonhuman Unity] [Non-SAM Aromantic] [Objectum Sexual] [Omnisexual] [Omni Gay] [Omni Lesbian] [Oriented AroAce] [Otherkin & Kingender] [Pangender]

[Pansexual] [Pan Gay] [Pan Lesbian] [Polyamorous] [Polyamorous 2] [Polyamorous 3] [Polygender] [Polysexual] [Ply Gay] [Ply Lesbian]

[Pupgender] [Queer Anarchy] [Queer Chevron] [Queer] [Queerplatonic] [Sapphic] [Stargender] [Systemfluid] [Therian] [Tomboy]

[Transgender] [Transandrogynous] [Transaporine] [Transfeminine] [Transfeminine 2] [Transmasculine] [Transmasculine 2] [TransNeuFem] [TransNeuMasc] [Transneutral]

[Transneutral] [Transoutherine] [Transxenine] [Trigender] [Twink] [Two-spirit] [Unlabeled] [Unlabeled Gender] [Voidpunk] [Xenogender]

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relinquish the crown: obsessions & fantasies

See the full 14 Days Collection here! Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: before the main story; hours after 'intrusive thoughts', weeks before 'a glimpse, a touch, a tease'

Summary: The morning after you had Astrid removed from the palace, you had some rather concerning thoughts about Loki. And after he comforts you through the task of sorting through the traitor's belongings, you have some vivid dreams of him later that night.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even try me); mentions of Astrid; kinda public smutting (?); tension…a LOT of tension; themes of incest (he's adopted but still) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: • horn dog era Y/N slowly entering the idiot in love era • entry for @sarahscribbles' Follower Celebration for 'rooftop' and 'pining' • final entry for my '14 Days of Valentines' event for 'first sex dream'

"Granddaughter, are you certain you wish to take on this particular task? You need not throw yourself into such a trying endeavor after she'd caused such distress in you."

The concern was evident in Queen Frigga's eyes as you faced her, so clearly perturbed at the thought of you taking on the planning of the festival for the Autumnal Equinox alone, just like Astrid had. Truly none of this would even be happening had you not ordered her removed from the palace last night due to her show of betrayal towards you.

It still sent chills down your spine trying to fathom that she'd despised you so much that she even considered plotting your demise. But what had you feeling as if you'd been dropped off in Jotunheim devoid of the appropriate gear to ward off the cold was how completely devastated you would have been if she'd been able to ensnare Loki into plotting with her.

How you found yourself thinking that a betrayal from him would utterly decimate your soul.

You quickly banished the spiraling thoughts from your head and addressed the Queen. "I'm certain, Grandmother. I would wish to go through her belongings and evaluate what she'd already accomplished and proceed from there. I see no reason why her efforts should go to waste simply because she'd chosen to betray me."

She gave you a single nod and sent you on your way, assigning two palace guards to stay with you through the process of sorting through the former lady in waiting's belongings. Once you were face to face with Astrid's bedchamber, feeling as if you were invading her privacy somehow, you found yourself overwhelmed with the premise of the situation.

Standing in the chamber of one who just yesterday morning you considered to be one of your dearest friends. A woman you'd known since you were mere children and she had such dreams of one day living in the palace…

"Like a princess," you'd whispered into the empty room, with only the cobblestone walls to hear you. "You wanted to be a princess since we were children. To live a royal's life. My life," you seethed, the words flowing from you as if Astrid had been right there in the room with you. You promptly stepped out the door and addressed the guards. "Bring over three crates, please. The state of the two need not be considered, only the final one. The one I'll send to her residence. And perhaps a torch. Aflame, of course."

While the guards were off to procure the items you requested, you began to sort through the disarray of the would-be traitor's belongings. Most had been fairly diminutive in significance, simple cosmetics, the smartphone she'd procured from Midgard, a handful of quills and inkwells…All things you'd decided to send back to her family's home.

It was only once you began sorting through the drawers and the chest of items she kept underneath the seat of her vanity that things begun to take a turn. First you'd found accessories that you were certain you'd lost in the last decades…even centuries. Small enough trinkets that you'd concluded that somehow it had gotten swept up in the daily cleanup of your chambers.

"Wretched wench…" You'd quickly made a small pile of the things you were certain belonged to you, taking note not to put them in any crate.

Then you'd begun to find the miniature portraits of you that one could procure from the mass production art dealers in the realm; portraits of everyone in your family could be purchased from them. And Astrid had numerous. Some of you alone, the rest portraits you'd had taken with the members of your family, particularly the ones created in recent years that included Loki.

What sent ice running through your veins was how your eyes had been scratched out in every single one of them, but notably much harsher in the ones where you'd been positioned next to the dark-haired prince. Running your fingers lightly through the gouges on each portrait, it was almost as if you could feel the anger coursing through her as she scratched away at your face on the parchment. Some notches even had what seemed to be dried blood at the edges, leading you to conclude these were done with her nails.

There was a stack of journals within the chest under the vanity seat that exposed more of Astrid's true character. One of which contained her notes for the Autumnal Equinox festival that had you questioning her calculations for the numbers that she determined to be spent on the merchants, the suppliers for the decorations, even the rent to give the children's school to hold a concert there seemed too low at first blush. You couldn't find any computations that could even lead to these numbers.

Turning the page further painted a clear picture of where here priorities were.

The next pages consisted of fabric swatches and sketches of numerous dress designs, all of them eerily fashioned after the dresses that you normally wore. Every fabric swatch making your stomach turn as you saw that they were set in the deep shade of emerald that Loki was known to wear.

At that moment the guards returned to the room with the crates you'd requested, and you made quick work to tear out the pages of Astrid's journal that contained the questionable computations for the festival for yourself, throwing the remainder of the book into one of the crates designated for rubbish.

It was her other journal that sickened you to your core. Page after page dissecting your movements, your speech patterns, the way you did your hair in the morning, all accompanied by long paragraphs on how she believed you were undeserving of the life you got to lead all because of who your parents were. "You should have been born a princess, then, you imbecile. Or marry a prince."

Another turn of the page laid out her intentions as clear as day. You could tell that the fixation and anger she had for you worsened at this point from how deep the grooves in the pages were as she wrote upon them.

It's not fair that she gets to have the life. The staff that she doesn't even use because she insists their efforts not be wasted on her. If that's the case then the space on Asgard shouldn't be wasted on her, either. And then to add the worst and most unflattering flourish to how she parades that her life is better than mine, she even has the gall to steal Loki from me. She doesn't even desire him! She just wishes to worsen my life further than she already has and monopolize his attention so he has no time left for anyone other than her. The selfish wretched bitch.

The next dozen or so pages held sketches of Loki in various stances and positions, insinuating just how ardently she'd been watching him over the last few years. The scrupulous attention to detail unsettling you to an extent that had you having trouble to keep on your feet. From the accuracy of where the lines on his face showed as he spoke or smiled, to the light behind his eyes that you knew only shone when he spoke with such passion. At the bottom of one of the pages, a sentiment that had you needing air.

I will have you ruling the realm, my King. I only need rid Asgard of that brat they call Princess.

You threw the entire journal into a rubbish crate and stormed out of the room, the tears stinging at the back of your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

The feel of large hands holding your shoulders made your eyes snap open, a mixture of relief with a touch of apprehension overcoming your system as you met Loki's gaze, the concern swimming in his eyes as he looked over you. "Darling, what happened? What did you see?"

Words failed you as you kept your eyes trained on the crate with Astrid's diaries, watching it closely as if you feared it would turn into a monstrous creature and strike you down to please its mistress. You were only faintly aware of a gentle touch to your chin before you were trying with frustratingly muted words to stop the prince from walking over and seeing her twisted thoughts for himself. He saw the journal containing her plans for the festival first, fingers tracing the inside of the spine where the page for her computations were torn out, looking toward the desk and then back to you with a knowing smirk on his face. You managed to answer him with a weak shrug and a half-hearted smirk of your own, signaling to him to keep turning the page.

His mouth turned into a grim line as he saw the fabric swatches and the designs, eyes flickering between the sketches and the dress you were currently wearing before his upper lip curled into a sneer displaying his contempt toward the traitor. "I would disavow her efforts on the spot if she even dared," he muttered, his eyes once again roaming your own dress before traveling up your body to meet your gaze. "The color would look ravishing on you, though."

You once again found your heart stuttering in your chest as it did this morning when you awoke in his arms, the urge to close the distance between you two and pull him towards you for a kiss overwhelming you. It mattered not that there were others present. "Fairly certain it's against the realm's customs for two royals to share the same color," you teased with a scrunch of your nose, tamping down the stray thought that crossed your mind once the words escaped you.

Unless you claimed me as yours. Made me your wife.

He closed the book with a resounding snap, smirking as he watched the guards stand in attention from the sound, meanwhile you merely shook your head at him in amusement. "There's more, isn't there, Princess?" You could only nod mutely as you eyed the crate again, knowing that you couldn't stop him from opening the other journal and seeing the words that were written about him. About you. The vitriol with which she alluded to her accusations of something so immoral…

And yet something you strangely couldn't find yourself to outright denounce. Especially after the morning you'd had, warring with yourself over the extensively vivid images your mind had conjured of you and Loki together. The urges that threatened to overcome you if you lost your grip on rationality for even the briefest moment. The kind that would drive the very wedge between you and Loki that that traitor seemed to so desperately wish for.

You wouldn't grant her that satisfaction.

The sound of the journal falling back into the crate made you start, looking back towards it only to be met with the image of the prince walking towards you before pulling you into a tight embrace, a hand cradling the back of your head and the other rubbing up and down the length of your back, a traitorous shuddering breath escaping you whenever you felt his fingertips brush the bare skin of your upper back.

You decided that perhaps the best course of action was to move away from him, to put even a semblance of distance between you two so that you may extinguish these torrid thoughts that had begun to haunt you, especially when he was this close. "What are you doing here, Loki?"

His hold on you tightened the slightest bit, fingers weaving into your hair as he held your head to his chest. "I knew you would be here, attending to the removal of her belongings. I'm simply here for you."

You found yourself once again feeling faint with how closely he was holding you, his arm wrapping tenderly around your waist when you made a motion to move away from him. "I told you I can handle this. Truly you need not worry."

"And I am telling you that you need not handle this alone. You won't get rid of me so easily, little Princess." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, an unsettling coil tightening in your stomach as you stewed in the knowledge that if he knew the unsavory thoughts floating through your mind since this morning, he would leave. Possibly to another realm. Putting as much distance between you two as he physically could. "I should have her head for how she spoke of you in those pages."

"Truly? For that?" You moved your head to look up at him, immediately regretting the decision when you saw how the light from the late morning sun accentuated the features of his face, the sight threatening to steal your breath away. "What of the way she spoke of you? She fixated over you.  Obsessed, even."

"That? 'Tis nothing," he said with the faintest hint of teasing in his tone, pressing a soft kiss between your brows. "But the hateful words she directed at you were unforgivable."

You're wrong, Loki, you thought to yourself. The thoughts I have now of you…those are unforgivable. Like how I'm thinking of how easily it would be to tilt my head upward and suddenly your lips would be on mine.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you need my help for in this, darling." Loki faced you where you sat on the rooftop, grasping the papers that held the dubious computations from Astrid as the wind blew around you both, the sight of his hair flowing about freely in the night air and lit by the faint light of the distant torches creating an image so beautiful it stunned you silent for a good few moments.

"I simply need to know that I'm not going mad, that my evaluation on her initial notes isn't driven out of spite or anger…that I'm not choosing to throw them away out of mere petulance. I need someone wiser than me and more intelligent than me to tell me that my actions were done objectively and without malice."

You felt your heart begin to sputter in your chest once more when he took a seat beside you on the chaise lounge, placing his arm around you to pull you close to him and making you mentally smack yourself across the face when you instinctively placed your head on his shoulder. You made a note not to breathe in too deeply for fear of losing yourself in the headiness of his signature clean and yet woodsy scent, a feat in itself as you fought to calm yourself from the way his fingertips traced up and down the length of your upper arm.

"Look at me, little Princess." The sound of papers crinkling on the seat faintly reached your ears before you felt his other hand lightly grasping your chin, turning your head to face him, the air around you growing exasperatingly thin as you saw just how close your faces were to one another. "Those numbers were so clearly pulled from thin air. They had no basis. To throw it all away now would not hinder you for even a moment. You have all the reason to abandon her work, and no one with half a brain would even believe for a moment that you did so with malice."

There was a borderline violent fluttering in your stomach when you felt him press a kiss to the bridge of your nose, his thumb softly stroking your cheek in a soothing gesture. "If you're certain," you breathed out, feeling as if there was this force that was now making the air around you both impossibly thick and bringing you closer together.

"I am, darling," he rasped, tilting his head and pressing his lips to the tip of your nose, the arm around you pulling your body closer to him while his other hand weaved his fingers through your hair. "Just as I am certain of this."

Nothing could have prepared you for the feel of his lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss, as if he were gauging your reaction. If you would pull away in disgust and berate him for moving in such an unwelcome manner…or if you were to react quite differently. Just as you were doing right this moment.

As you placed your hands on his shoulders, pulling him in for another, a strange calm washing over you as your lips moved in near perfect sync with each other's. As you both moaned into the kiss when your tongues met and slid against the other.

As he moved to tuck his arm under your knees and maneuver you so that you were laying down on your back atop the chaise, your chest heaving from catching your breath as he began to pepper kisses across the skin that was already exposed by your dress, down your neck to the top of your chest, and tracing your collarbone with his tongue. "We shouldn't be doing this, Princess."

"I know," you whimpered, arching into his kiss as he sucked a bruise onto the center of your chest, letting out a scandalous moan of his name into the Asgardian night sky. When you felt his fingers put the slightest bit of pressure behind your knee, you were all too quick to part your legs for him, desperately weaving your fingers through his hair to bring his face to yours so you could kiss him again.

"You know that what we're doing right now would have the entire kingdom frowning down upon us, little darling?"

Your mind was in a fog as you felt dextrous hands moving aside the fabric of your skirt that wrapped around you, the god letting out a groan into your mouth as his hands made contact with your bare legs. "I know," you gasped, moving your hands down and undoing the laces of his trousers, earning you a smirk that had your desire for him intensifying, a rush of wetness quickly pooling between your legs as he gently nudged your hands out of the way and pushed the fabric down his thighs. "I know and I want you regardless."

He captured your lips in another feverish kiss before asking as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, "Are you absolutely sure? There's no going back once we cross this line. We would burn in their condemnation. In everyone's. Not just our family's."

Every nerve of your body came alive with each kiss, each touch, that all you could manage to do was arch to press your chest to his, urging him to inch his way inside of you. "Then we'll burn together. Please, Loki--"

A sharp moan slipped through your lips as he began to enter you, the sound piercing through the dead of the night. "Norns, you look exquisite like this, my darling Y/N." He slid deeper into you with every bit of praise that escaped his deliciously sinful lips. "Like a goddess. Like the personification of decadence. Of pleasure." He let out a broken sigh, sounding as if he was in pure rapture, when his hips became flush against yours, the entirety of his length sheathed inside of you. "Like you were made for me."

Words failed you as he reached a spot so deep inside of you that the stars you saw in the night sky seemed to triple, your thoughts spiraling into nothing but you and him, in this moment, as if there was nothing depraved in your coupling. You were simply two individuals who desired each other, no titles, no customs, no names to sully what you shared.

"As if you're mine," he finished with a grunt, the sound of your name in a broken moan making your heart swell. You reached out to grab a handful of his leather tunic, pulling him down towards you for a desperate kiss of tongues tangling and moans so resounding in the otherwise quiet of the night that you were sure you'd begun to rouse the attention of the still waking citizens of the realm if they stood close enough to the palace. "Mine."

"Yours," you cried out, completely beside yourself as he proceeded to suck a bruise into the base of your throat. "All yours."

It felt as if you were simultaneously being burned alive and subjected to the deathly touch of a frost giant all at once as you shot up from your bed, your chest heaving and your mind spinning from just how vivid your dream felt. Your mind played a cruel game with you, twisting your consulting with him on the roof and playing it moment by moment accurately up until the moment he laid his lips on yours and proceeding to turn it into a salacious fantasy of a tryst with him.

Every touch, every kiss, every forsaken inch felt so real. So real that you feared you'd actually done something while you slept. That perhaps you'd done what those people in Midgard did and…sleepwalked?

"Only I skipped sleep walking and jumped straight into sleep fucking," you grumbled into the empty of your room.

The sound of your door opening had you scrambling to your nightstand for your dagger, poised to attack who dared to breach your chambers at this implicative hour.

"Y/N?" You sighed in relief with a touch of exasperation at the sound of Loki's voice reaching your ears, placing your dagger back into your nightstand as your pulse hammered in your ears with every step he took towards your flustered form. It took all your strength not to lean in to his touch when he cupped your cheek and sighed in audible relief. "You're still awake," he teased with a wavering tone, as if he were putting in a conscious effort to retain a lightheartedness between you two.

"As are you," you murmured, giving him a half-hearted smirk. "What are you doing here, Loki?"

"I was so rudely plagued by a vividly horrifying dream that you were in danger," he breathed out, framing your face with both of his hands as he rested his forehead against yours. "I needed to see you. Ensure for myself that it was but a nightmare." You found yourself unable to breathe as he touched the tip of his nose to yours before pressing a soft kiss to it. "Now what are you still doing awake, little Princess?"

"Seems you're not the only one plagued by peculiar dreams," you huffed out, placing your hands around his wrists, as if you were trying to ground yourself in reality, removing yourself from the lurid dream you were pulled out of the best that you could. "Go back to sleep, Loki."

"I should say the same to you." You held still, allowing yourself the indulgence of losing yourself in the present moment as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "Goodnight, darling."

You scrunched your nose at him as he pulled away and stood from the edge of your bed. "Goodnight." You watched intently as he walked back towards your chamber door, giving in to admiring his form that was only currently clad in silken sleep pants set in his signature green, the fabric clinging to his backside as if in a tantalizing invitation for you to follow him.

It was only when you heard his chamber doors close across the hall from yours that you let out the breath you'd been holding, touching the spot on your forehead where his lips had just been, before pressing your lips to your fingertips, a deep shame overcoming you as you lost yourself in your imagination. Your mind returning to the dream, wanting nothing more in the present moment than to know the feel of the god's lips on yours.

"I'm fucked," you whispered into the quiet that had once again settled in your bedchamber. "I am so royally fucked."

A/N: I can't believe I actually did it. 14 days, 14 stories…and it's finally over. 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I've been writing for this even since the beginning of January and I'm so happy that I'm no longer on strict self-imposed deadlines and I can get back to…well, a few things, really. First I can start reading everyone's stories again 😮‍💨✌️

And then…I can officially say this…relinquish the crown is coming back! I'm so glad to say this because I'm going to start writing Season 1B, maybe some extra bits that take place in within Season 1A but doesn't actually further the plot, I can work on the what if…? episodes, and perhaps even an AU or two 😍😍

And finally…I'm gonna start working on requests again! I wasn't able to really do much planning when I was taking the requests in for the 1000 follower ones that were sent in, but now that everything's calming down some, I can resume planning. And also writing for the massive backlog from the 500 follower celebration 😅

'everything' taglist: @sailorholly @loopsisloops @unlucky-number-13 @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @sarahscribbles @kats72 @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th @lovelysizzlingbluebird @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress

Loki taglist: @calumance @severuslovebot @moonlightreader649 @i-stand-with-loki @nixymarvelkins @cheekyscamp @lokisgoodgirl @purplegrrl27 @thedistractedagglomeration

[writing-good-vibes]

For the valentines one shot would it be possible to have a combination of meet cute and replacement ?

hey thanks so much for the request !! i did another fic with the replacement prompts which you can read [here] if you like !! but i hope you enjoy this one too !!

WARNING for corey x gn!reader and joan being The Worst™, but there's also a lot of awkward fluff heehee.

💘 very cute divider by @/saradika-graphics 💘

taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (just let me know if you want to be added or removed !!)

This wasn't the first time a customer had yelled at you over something beyond your control and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Likely not even the last time today, and with that in mind you simply tried to weather this particular storm.

"Why didn't you mark it clearly? Are you just trying to trick your customers, now? Trick more money out of my pocket?"

"Ma'am," you try again. "I really am sorry for the confusion, but this item just isn't included in the promotion. I can void it from your bill, if you don't want it?"

This suggestion doesn't work, and the woman in front of you reiterates the same spiel of how you, the cashier, were clearly trying to con money directly from her pocket by not clearly indicated which cans were included in the 3-for-the-price-of-2 promotion.

While you waited your turn so you could assure her that, although it wasn't anything to do with you, you'd shoulder the blame and "Please, I can take it off your bill, or you can switch this can for one of the included items?", you notice the young man stood behind your enraged customer.

He's looking down at his shoes, shoulders hunched, but the embarrassed flush is still obvious on his soft cheeks.

He glances up occasionally, eyes darting around at everything in his vicinity; his mom (or who you presume to be his mother), the other customers who are either irritated by the hold up or amused by the scene playing out in front of them, and at you. His eyes stop on you for a moment too long, tracing your features quickly, before they snap back down to his sneakers.

You almost miss your cue to continue your placating attempts because your mind has wandered at the mere sight of this guy. You wonder if he flushes like that, all pink and bashful, about other things. Things more fun than his mother chewing out a minimum wage employee. You feel the heat start to rise beneath your own skin.

After way longer than you hoped, the woman finally concedes and sends the young man, her son, with strict instructions to go and get a new can from the promotion stand. He gets back in record time, giving you a tight smile as he hands you the can of peach slices for you to scan.

His mom complains the whole time.

You watch while the young man packs their grocery bags, broad hands enveloping each item as he organises everything methodically, like he's about to be fired from a job he doesn't have.

Finally the transaction is complete and your Angry Customer snatches the receipt from your hand and leaves with a thunderous rattle of the carts wheels.

Breathing deeply, you try to centre yourself. When you look up you see the young guy still stood at your checkout. Something about him makes you smile.

"Hey," he says quietly, wringing his hands. "I'm really, really sorry about her."

"It's okay," you assure him. "Won't be the first or the last time I deal with a situation like that." A shrug, as you try to maintain an air of nonchalance, while you rearrange some of of the junk -- pens, discarded price tickets, a Canadian quarter you'd found in the cash draw -- around your register.

"No, really, I mean it. You did a great job, she shouldn't have given you a hard time."

You're touched by his concern, even more touched when you look back up at him and his eyes are wet. "I'm okay, honestly. Thank you though, you're sweet. Was that your mom?"

"Yeah, she --," he hesitates, then just sort of gestures.

"Ah," you nod.

For a moment you both say nothing. Corey wrings his hands again restlessly. Under the halogen glow of the grocery store lights, you notice a silver signet ring glinting on his pinky finger.

"Corey? What are you doing? Get back here!" His mom is blocking half the exit door with her shopping cart, looking at him expectantly.

He flinches at his name. "I'm Corey," he - Corey - says, as though it weren't now obvious to everyone in the store. He steps out of the way of the checkout, allowing the next person in line to move forward as you start scanning their groceries.

You give him your name in return and then, "I'll see you here again?"

"Yeah, I mean probably. I uh, I really have to go. Um, bye -- I mean, see you!" he replies over his shoulder as he hurries off back to his mother.

You watch him leave, watch as he holds onto the shopping cart with one hand while his mother pushes it out the door and they cross the parking lot together. His mother is giving him an earful.

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As a traveling merchant and tailor, you didn’t have it easy with all the monsters lurking around. So resting like this underneath a tree was an opportunity you had to take whenever you could. But given that you just arrived at a village, the stars surely were in your favor.

You were situated just outside the villages gates, as your gaze stuck to a large group of men clustering around one singular tree a little further away.

Taking a better look at said tree, you could make out its branches moving around. Soon after, another man with long hair fell out, making you flinch.

That fall looked like it hurt.

You heard the group laugh, but one in particular didn't look pleased when he got handed a piece of fabric the tree climber held out.

He had brownish blonde hair, wore a green tunic, and had a red piece of cloth decorated with white embroidery wrapped around his waist.

Some of his companions clapped him on the shoulder in what seemed to be pity.

Soon enough, the group kept moving towards the village you sat in front of, talking casually.

"Man, I can't believe I ripped it. It means so much to him." The long-haired one said.

"It wasn't your fault Wild. It was stuck badly. At least you got it out." Another one said. He had interesting tattoos on his face, a blue cloth wrapped around his waist.

You watched them as they passed you, the young man holding the piece of fabric having fallen back a little, holding onto it tightly.

Now you could see it was some sort of a cape with beautiful blue markings. And sadly, it was torn. Judging by the look on the mans face, it really must mean a lot to him.

As he passed you too, you hesitantly called out to him.

"Uhm... excuse me?"

He flinched a little before his gaze zeroed in on you. "Yes?"

You smiled a little, fidgeting with the seam if your shirt before pointing to his cape.

"I could fix that."

He looked at you owlishly. Oh no, you must seem like a creep having listened in on them.

But soon, a smile that rivaled the sun spread across his features, as he speed walked over to you, grabbing your hands into his.

"REALLY?!"

His joyful outbreak got the attention of his party. Heads turned and curiously watched the scene before them.

"Sure! I'm a traveling tailor. It should be fairly easy to fix. But you'd have to wait to keep traveling until I'm finished."

His hopefully gaze went over to what seemed to be the leader of the party, who gave a warm smile and a nod.

A tight squeeze brought your attention back to the man in front of you.

"I think that won't be a problem. Thank you so much." He smiled that beautiful smile again.

"My name is Link."

You took the cloth from his hand and smiled back.

"Nice to meet you. I'm (Y/n)."

Warriors

It was crowded around the market, as always. But you had to get new supplies to keep traveling. You had almost run out of food, so spending rupees it was.

You weren’t fond of the merchants, though. They always tried to rip you off to get more rupees that the wares were actually worth.

Waving your hands around to get your point across, you finally gave up at 30 rupees for a few slices of meat. You were too aggravated to keep discussing, or you'd do something you'd regret later on.

Leaving the market stall with a sour mood, you settled for just looking around. Maybe sell one or two items you had in your inventory.

Your eyes wandered over the crowd, lost in thought until you felt a hand on your lower back. And before you could do anything against them, your reflexes let you whip around. A loud slapping noise following your actions.

Completely shell-shocked, you stared into the eyes of a handsome stranger with the bluest eyes you had ever seen and a scarf matching their color.

He looked as shocked as you felt, rubbing his cheek, the one you just slapped full force in pain. There were a few others behind him, his friends you supposed, since all of them started wheezing on the spot.

"You seriously gotta work on your flirting skills, Warriors."

'Warriors' proceeded to grumble. "I was just trying to get around."

That's what brought you out of your trance for good.

"By the Goddesses,I'm so sorry! I moved without thinking!" You stretched out your hand in concern, letting it freeze halfway. "Are you ok?"

The young man hesitated for a split second. "Yes. I'm fine. You don't need to apologize." He was already starting to leave before you quickly grabbed his wrist. His friends snickering in the background.

"Let me at least treat you to a meal. I insist."

Warriors heavily breathed out of his nose, but soon, a smile came to his lips.

"Alright. If you insist, how can I refuse this offer."

Legend

The night already settled in when you finally arrived at the stable, and you thanked the Goddesses above, that the campfire outside was still burning. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and your stomach made sure to get the point across.

Sitting down in front of the fireplace, you fisched out a pan and started to make a late dinner.

At least you tried, if it wasn't for this annoying as hell jar that didn't want to open up, regardless of how hard you tried.

A heavy and tired sigh left your lips. This night couldn't get any worse. Staring at your half cooked dinner in resignation, you noticed movement from the stable behind you.

A young man in a red tunic leaned at one of the entrance archways, watching the moon in deep thought.

Biting your lower lip, you thought about your options. Have bland food, or ask for help. You decided to go for the latter and quietly got up.

"Excuse me?" You whispered carefully, but it still seemed to startle him when his gaze locked onto your form.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you this late, but I can't get this stupid jar to open, and I haven't eaten all day."

A blush spread over your cheeks, speaking it out loud made the situation sound so ridiculous. "C-could you maybe..."

A quiet snort left his lips as he grabbed the jar and opened it in one swift move, handing it back to you.

Your eyes lit up with pure joy when your hands wrap around the jar. Gleefully smiling at the nice stranger.

"Thank you SO much!" You whisper-yelled before looking over your shoulder to check on the food. "What’s the name of my savior?"

He hesitated for a bit. "Link."

"It's nice to meet you, Link. I'm (Y/n). I'll make sure to show my appreciation for your help."

He waved you off with a scrunch of his nose before he turned back towards the stables entrance. "Don't bother. I'll head to bed now."

And before you could answer, he was gone.

With a shrug, you tended to your meal, carefully bottling some of it for preservation.

The next morning, you were delighted to find that Link hadn't left the stable yet.

Bouncing over to him, under the raised brows of what were probably his companions, you wished him a good morning and started to rummage through your bags.

"Here!" You shoved a small bottle of soup into his hands. The one he helped you with yesterday. His friends were already watching him with amusement, as the tips of his ears turned a light shade of pink.

"A thank you for your help last night."

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summary: soulmates aren't always instant love stories in the world. in fact, you never know when you've found them until they admit their feelings to you. this- this is one of those times. funny how it takes the weirdest things to make people admit feelings. fandom: elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t pairing: steve binder x female reader word count: 1742 warnings: pining. soulmates being dumb. jealousy. elvis being elvis. brief mention of cheating ( elvis related ). pushy mothers. mentions of how steve tried to get in touch with elvis post special only to not get through. author's note: so @blurredcolour was like please feed me a crumb of steve binder and since really i had no plans on doing an austin or an elvis piece for valentines i figured what's the harm in doing a steve one and a jerry one. if i do a late piece for either austin or elvis don't question it. post sick/healing brain is a fun idea magnet. this not my favorite piece but my brain went to a place, i followed it, this was that result

Steve has always found Valentines to be a bit silly. Maybe it's because he thinks if you care about someone you should show it to them all the time. Or maybe it's because he figures that it's just a way for men to make for stupid things they've done. Elvis is a prime example of that- the sort of man who gets his wife jewelry boxes for Valentine's with platitudes that ring hollow when you know what the man has a tendency to do. A shame really, because he does have a shockingly impeccable taste when it comes to certain items. All that woman wants is to enjoy her soulmate- but that's never been his sort of style, has it?

You on the other hand, oh you enjoyed the damn holiday even without someone to celebrate it with. You’ve enjoyed it from the very moment you discovered a startling amount of people find out who their soulmates are on the day. Something about love being in the air finally making it so people reveal their feelings. It’s not- Steve supposes it’s romantic in its own way, he does. It’s not his cup of tea but seeing you almost prance around the studio makes it a little better. 

Honestly, having you around the studio makes the whole holiday a little better. It makes him feel a little better when he realizes that once again Elvis has ignored his phone call and that the relationship their thought they had cultivated while working on his special meant something to the other man. If he was a joking man who lived and breathed soulmates like you do he'd have called him a platonic one. After all, you literally had called him that to his face despite Steve's embarrassment and the rancorous laughter of Elvis's Memphis Mafia and Bones'.

"Guess 'm gonna let you n' him be my Hollywood Mafia. Make sure I always got a place here." Elvis had joked at the time. Of course that would have meant staying in touch once he moved on to the hotter pastures of Las Vegas. That would have required you and Steve being able to see his show.

You can tell Steve is dwelling on it, hearing about how Elvis has a special show planned somewhere in the US or in Vegas, you aren't really paying attention to the particulars. You're just paying attention to how a man you love is zoning out in the most polite way he can to someone talking about it. You really ought to rescue him from his plight and that's just what you do in a flurry of a red dress that stops at your knees with black heels and generally looking like you'd be alright for a night on the town tonight and for work today.

"Steve, they need you for something in the control room, come on." You say, grabbing his hand to pull him away from the girl with a smile. "I'll bring him back eventually but in the meantime you might might want to get back to work.

Maybe the way you had rescued him was because you were a little jealous but- who could really blame you. Here was a man you're pretty sure was your one. Your romantic soulmate to end all soulmates and he refused to do the one thing that could confirm it. Never mind that he acted like your significant other nine times out of ten and that your mother wondered when he'd make a move and confirm your suspicions after all she wasn't getting any younger was she? So if seeing another girl talk to him when he clearly wasn't interested made your blood boil a little bit, well, you were just doing what a good soulmate would do. Or at the very least what a good friend would do.

When you're out of earshot of the girl, he allows himself the simple pleasure of pulling you a little closer so that he can murmur a thank you in your ear before pulling away just a smidge. "I was thinking I was going to get stuck there."

A moment passes before you laugh quietly. "You would have. Probably until you agreed to go with her EP's show."

The laugh that leaves his mouth is a little bitter. "Jokes on her I can't even get you and me in there. Unless she's got connections we don't-"

"Sold out means sold out." You finish squeezing his hand as you pull him into an empty dressing room. "You tried to call him again?"

He nods, frowning as he flops down on the couch, briefly forgetting your joined hands and pulling you down next to him. "Couldn't get through- wanted to surprise-" He trails off shaking his head. "Doesn't matter. Should just buy tickets like a normal person stop acting like-"

"He's our friend? That we're his little Hollywood Mafia?" You scoff, allowing yourself to curl into him as he makes room for you almost naturally. "Please at this point I'm about to march down there myself and shove my heels up his-"

"Y/N!" Steve laughs, trying to swat at your arm only to have you barely avoid him. "Don't shove your heel up his ass. It's- That's a waste of your pretty heels."

There it is- one of those moments you feel like maybe it's there, maybe there really is that little soulmate spark that you'll just have to add some kindling to to turn it into a roaring fire. At the very least it's one of those moments that make you think he wants to make a move on you and take a plunge where you two are more than just friends and colleagues. Later on you'll like to blame it on the air or blame it on the lingering jealousy or maybe just blame it on everything else, but you can't resist the urge to just move a leg so that one of your heels are in his lap. You hear his sharp intake of breath and smile a little.

"You like my heels?" You ask innocent as can be and prompting him to look at you with narrowed eyes.

"I always do." It's a simple answer but it has your breath catching in your throat for some reason. His keeps staring at you almost as if he's trying to solve a riddle before he sighs, shaking his head. "You always look nice in them. I've always wanted to see your entire collection laid out but-I'm not- We work together."

Your brain catches up very quickly to what he's saying and you swear your heart beats just a little faster as you lick your lips, your eyes drifting down to his own and laughing softly. "So do actors and actresses and other people- Are you trying to-"

"Admit that I like you on Valentines? Admit that I am a cliche I kind of hate? Admit that I had really been hoping to get into that show so I could tell you backstage and have E just laugh at both of us and throw some stupid party?" The words come out in almost a rush while at the same time sounding almost like he had rehearsed this in his head a million times. "Yeah. I am. I'm trying to admit that I've loved you ever since I first saw you but figured you might have been a little too much to handle at the time but now-"

You cut him off by practically forcing him down against the couch and placing a kiss to his lips. It's not that you don't want to hear it, it's not that you don't want to hear the love declaration but you also want to confirm that the fire you feel burning inside you and the strum of your body that has erupted from the moment he said I've loved you means that you have been right. Steve's been your soulmate this entire time and you've both been doing some stupid pining and for what reason. When you pull away he's got a stupid little grin on his face and you know your chest is heaving just a hair. "I love you too. And I don't know if you've noticed- this is far more romantic than the other way you could have done it."

"Yeah?" He asks, fiddling with his ascot just a little. "That's why we both feel it?"

The love, the connection the everything is what he means. You nod slowly, your hand moving up to grab the hand he has fiddling with his ascot.

"Yeah. You really are- We really are-"

"Soulmates." He finishes for you, moving both his hands to cup your face and pull you in for a gentle kiss. "Found out on Valentines like everyone else." He pauses and tilts his head a little. "Not that I don't want to kiss you more but how does dinner sound tonight. Celebrating everything. It's no dinner and a show but-"

"It's perfect." You respond, kissing him again and nuzzling at his nose. "It's dinner and my soulmate who I don't have to fight a million women for, I'm not going to complain. Besides we should get back to work. They really did actually need you in the control room I just-"

"Wanted to be selfish?" He laughs as you both move to stand up.

You swat at his arm before pulling him in for another kiss- God you're going to enjoy that until your dying breath. "Wanted to make you feel better but I see how you see me. See if I try and do anything nice for you again."

"It's your job as my soulmate. Love you." He whispers in your ear before pulling away, leaving the room first so things don't look too suspicious.

He was right about it being your job, which is why you might have spent the rest of the day trying to get through to Elvis through a series of phone games that had you almost tearing out your hair. You got what you wanted though, tickets for a show and backstage access that you ran by multiple people including Jerry and Joe who if no one else wanted you there could likely get the pair of you in.

It wasn't a Valentine's show but hey- it was something. It was something to make him happy. After all, hadn't he made you happy with those three little words.

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Memories of Earth return to you as fragments, shards to still be pieced together. Your fingers grab onto your hair, and you want to roll up both from the overwhelming flood of images and all the feelings in your chest. You didn't remember who you were, but that's not what you expected. The coldness in your words, the harsh truth of your being reflected in your face. But the thing that hurts the most is that nothing has changed, you continue to be pushed by those base instincts, the same mentality, even if you want to deny it.

Vash lets you hunch over a bit, and his arms tighten around you. He can tell you are in pain and wants you to know that you're not alone, he is there and will support you. He sees your blank stare from the corner of his vision, your fingers pulling at your hair.

"Iris..." He isn't sure he should say the name he had seen on the screen, so he swallows it back. "It's okay. Take a break. Don't hurt yourself. I can only imagine how hard this must be, but please lean on me."

You grit your teeth and push down all the emotions trying to boil over inside you. Everything you've been looking for is within your reach. You want to know... you have to know more. Your body relaxes and straightens up again. You can pick up the pieces later, right now, there is the burning question of your nature still left unanswered. What are you now? Something happened on this ship after you were recruited, you were still human then, had to be.

Determined to uncover the truth, you pull away from Vash's arms and sit down at the console. Your fingers glide over the keys and buttons with ease, like you do it every day. You look through your files, and deep inside a random looking file system, you find a folder called "Project HUMAN, subject 0325". Vash's hand grips your shoulder as you try to open the item, only to be greeted by a message saying it is locked. You try your handprint again with no success, even something Vash typed in didn't grant access. A heavy weight appears in your stomach, this has to be it. At least some answers are hidden inside, you can feel it.

You stare at the screen. The red message denying you access to your information flashes on the screen. You let out a deep sigh and feel Vash's grip tighten.

"Tell me what I can do for you. How can I help you?" Vash sounds so sad, he is at a loss.

"I don't know it myself," you say quietly, the feelings still being pushed down. "I want answers."

The laboratory doors open, and you turn your head towards them to see Luida and Brad step inside. Brad looks awkward, avoiding looking straight at you, instead staring at the tray with food in his hands. The woman, however, is calm and has a kind smile on her lips.

"Good to see you're awake. And you came to the same conclusion as we did about looking for your records. Did they help? Did you get the answers you desired?" Luida comes close enough to stand beside Vash.

"Some..." you look back at the screen. "But not everything. I seemed to be a regular human when I boarded the ship, but I still don't know what happened after that. I think I found where the information is, but... we can't access it."

"We'll take a look at it, but maybe I can help to fill in the gaps just a little bit for now. I have the results of the labs, and I had a look at them. Do you want to know? We can wait a bit if you'd prefer that." Luida's voice is still calm and kind, with a comforting warmth in it.

You look back at her and don't see Vash's gaze shift onto you with concern as his lips press tightly into a line.

"I want to know! Please!" You lean forward in your seat more towards the older woman.

"Well, I'm not a doctor, I was trained in the basics, but I did find out some things..." She hesitates for a moment, the expression on her face wavering on doubt. "The samples I took, I ran them through some machinery measuring all kinds of markers, and everything seemed normal, well, except for your blood turning into a completely different material that I haven't gotten around to testing yet. But despite the test results coming back normal, I pulled up your genetic makeup and looked through it, and it isn't completely human. I can't say how it was altered, but part of your code resembled that of... Plants."

It feels like a heavy blanket has been thrown over your whole being. Your heart stops. Your lungs stop. Your body stops. The feelings you've repressed start to push the lid off, ready to boil over. You look up at Vash beside you, and your world collapses.

You don't hear anything else, a storm erupts in your head, and your chest feels like it's about to burst. You don't remember what happened next, you heard some crying and some screaming, but you aren't sure if it came from your head or your lungs. Glimpses into a different laboratory flood your mind on top of everything else, tubes and wires running across the room to a tank, a blue light filling the room, casting shadows of the equipment. Nothing substantial gets pieced together just more fragments of your past that don't fit with others to form a timeline.

As you come to your senses again, your eyes are met with sunlight. No longer are you in the laboratory, it's bright and beautiful as it shines through the leaves of a tree. A memory of home. Or Earth? You lay on your back, head tilted to the side. Your fingers touch blades of grass, and you let a few move through between your index finger and your thumb. This doesn't feel like a memory. As you move your head, you realize you are covered by a red coat, and looking a little more to your side, you see Vash leaning his back against the trunk of the tree, your head laying in his lap. You feel a stark sting in your heart as his worried gaze moves upon you.

"How are you feeling?" his voice asks quietly, and his fingers brush over your face. "Luida gave you something that should have helped you feel better."

You take a moment to think. Your head is still cloudy, and the newly returned memories are littered everywhere with no rhyme or reason. The voices that always plague you are wailing in a far corner of your brain, your chest feels heavy, and your stomach turns from a mix of feelings.

"Broken." You answer honestly and sit up holding onto the coat, looking at it for a moment before taking in your surroundings. "Where are we?"

"It's this ship's biodome." Vash says, his voice sounding sad, "Luida conducts her flora research here in hopes that one day the whole planet could be covered in greenery."

Your hands clutch the red fabric tighter as you pay closer attention to the landscape. The beds of flowers, the different shades of blue flow like water through the garden, and from somewhere you hear the quiet song of a stream.

"I think I vaguely remember our ship having one too." Very brief glimpses of a glass dome come to mind.

"Yeah, most likely. All the big Seeds ships had a biodome, to carry life more than just human to a new home." He falls silent for a bit, trying to catch your gaze even though you avoid his. "Iris... can I ask you something?"

An uncomfortable feeling has been nagging at him—a fear, a worry, an ugly thought. Your reaction to hearing Luida's verdict on your test results. He doesn't know what it meant, and he has been worried since the moment he pieced the information together.

"If I know the answer..." you hesitate, still avoiding looking at him.

"What did that look mean? The one you gave me when Luida told you that part of your DNA is that of a Plant." He swallows, fearing the worst—that you reject it, that you are appalled by that fact.

You clutch his coat even tighter, pulling it against your chest like an embrace. The realization you had come to then had shaken you, it has changed everything. The one thing you thought you could trust came crashing down.

"Didn't you realize...?" Your voice is so quiet, he can barely hear it. "The closeness... the sense of belonging... the feeling like we've known each other for long before you found me... They aren't genuine. None of it is real. I thought you loved me... I thought I loved you... But it's not true... none of it."

"What are you saying?" It feels like someone has wrapped their fingers around Vash's throat. He tries reaching for you, but you pull away from his touch, so he lets his hand hit the ground.

"It's nothing more than a Plant thing... like you have with your sisters... You can feel what they feel, they feel what you feel. We've just created a lie for each other. It's nothing but an illusion... We were drawn so strongly towards each other, everything happened so ridiculously fast. How did we not realize it sooner?" You pull your knees against your chest, your hands still gripping his coat.

"What makes you think that...?" He wants to deny all of it, but a small part of him starts to doubt it too.

"It would explain so much... You can't say you haven't noticed it... Sometimes it seems like I can feel what you feel—your pain... your anguish... your ecstasy... your pleasure. Your presence has always calmed me, and you kept the voices at bay for so long... It's all because of the Plant connection..." You still can't bring yourself to look at him. Your body feels cold, like your heart is bleeding out.

"I've heard your voice... Like that of my... our sisters." He sighs, feeling like his head is spinning. "But you're different. I had no idea until now, I didn't sense you, it's not like I constantly heard you, only the time I got hurt. I don't think it was all a lie."

"I want to believe that, but... It's all too much..." You hide your face into the coat. "And you heard me in the recording... the coldness... the indifference... I have pretended to care for so long that I don't know if I would recognize the real feeling. Those were my words, so maybe I was right. I don't know what love feels like, so how would I know I truly love you. Besides... you deserve better, I'm not a good person, I'll only drag you down with my questionable morality. Some things never change."

"Your morality?"

"Everything I do is because I don't want to feel guilty or I want to make up for it. But that's not a good reason, it's selfish and horrible, that's not kindness. No wonder I never fit in, I'm a coward."

"You aren't that person anymore. You aren't the same as back then, you've had so many experiences, both good and bad, that have shaped you. People change, you can't let something you said back on Earth define the person you are now. I've only seen you as kind and good."

"It's not about the me from back then. I still save people selfishly, my instinct to protect is still the same, and I have said cruel things, thought disgusting thoughts just because I wasn't accepted. I've shown my true colors. I've wished them dead, Vash, I've cursed them with thirst and famine, with disease and hardships. I'm nowhere near as kind as you."

"And I'm the reason we're all stuck on this desert planet..."

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birthday blues | l. norris

pairing: lando norris x driver!reader word count: 3.7k words (i have no self control) request: yes/no. by @foxy-kitsune: "hey there! love your fics so much! i wanted to ask if you could do one where lando is jealous of the reader because she and max spend a lot of time together and thinks there are more between them and they start arguing and after the argument the reader has a panic attack and he finds her in the bathroom and he knows he messed this up and comforts the reader in the softest way possible. thank you in advance🥺🧡" i really loved this request. so sorry it took so long :( i hope you like it!!!!! warnings: angst, jealousy. i don't know how to write arguments so i'm sorry if it sucks lol. description of panic attacks. a/n: hello again, it's been so long. not proofread! also english isn't my first language! it's my birthday this friday! i'm not much for celebrating because i get the birthday blues, but i'm hoping this year it's better for me <3

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(here's some sad lando to get in the mood)

switching teams is scary. you felt nervous about leaving the people in mclaren after so many years, but this was an offer you could not turn down.

you'd been with mclaren for many years now, since your last season in f2 and when you eventually made your debut in f1. you'd been teammates with lando since 2019, both of you straight out of the f2 championship with impressive results.

you couldn't quite remember the moment you met him, suddenly he was there, a part of your life, a rival on track, a friend to confide in, and eventually, a lover.

your relationship was not a secret to anyone. people all around the paddock knew that the two mclaren drivers were an item, and together, you and lando were unstoppable on the track. you cheered for him when he achieved his podiums, and he did the same for you. there wasn't any awkwardness when one of you gave a great performance and the other didn't, you laughed, and cried, and cheered just like he did for you.

it was no secret that other teams wanted you, the principals often praised your brave and bold decisions during the race, and made comments about talks with your people about switching to a different team. one offer stood out from the others.

red bull wanted you.

and it'd be a foolish decision to say no to them.

even lando encouraged you to accept.

"think about your future, do you want to be world champion?" he'd asked.

"of course, but-"

"look at how many world championships they've got! plus, you'll be with max, he can help you with the car and all the different settings... love, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity," he said. you looked down at your joined hands.

"i don't want things to change between us," you said, your thumb rubbing back and forth of the back of his hand.

"they won't. i'll still support you in every way i can, we'll see each other just as much, and i'll wave to you when i pass you on the track," he shrugged his shoulders as he kissed your cheek and you snorted.

"yeah, right. more like i'll wave when i'm lapping you," you couldn't help but joke as well.

"we'll be alright, i promise" he said. you let your mind wander, thinking about all the possibilities the future held for you.

"okay, i'll sign,"

the first couple months after switching the papaya orange for the navy blue went by easily, as you'd thought, you couldn't see lando as often, but every free moment you got was spent with him, preparing yourselves for when the season started.

"hey, love, are you on your way home?" you heard lando through your phone's speaker.

"baby, i'm so sorry, i have to stay a few more hours to film a new ad for some sponsors. but don't wait up for me, please. i don't know what time we'll be done," you said, it was already two hours after you said you'd be home on this particular february night.

"oh, okay. it's alright, i'll see you when you get here. i was thinking about doing a live stream anyway,"

"that sounds great, lan. i have to go now, i'll see you later. bye!" you rushed your goodbyes as someone kept calling your name.

"bye, lo-" he started, but you'd already hung up.

lando sighed, looking at his lock screen, a picture of you on your first win, one of the many podiums you'd shared. you were standing with the brightest smile on your face as both lando and your now teammate, max verstappen, sprayed champagne all over your racing suit.

about thirty minutes later, he was sitting in his streaming room, the comments on the chat flying by as more and more people commented the same thing.

'lando have you seen red bull's story?'

'red bull ig story!'

'max and (y/n) omg... new ship unlocked.'

that last one caught his attention.

"alright, i'll check that story you're all talking about," he said as he pulled out his phone and opened instagram. after quickly typing the username he tapped the icon and a few videos popped up.

the first one seemed to be a behind the scenes from the ad you were shooting, you and max laughing, your head thrown back as you smiled. the next was a video, white lights flashing as you two moved, standing with your shoulders touching and arms crossed over your chest.

the last video was the one most people were referring to. you were on max's back, your arms around his neck as he held the back of your thighs, spinning you around.

lando had never been more grateful about leaving something in the oven, as the smoke detector started beeping furiously, giving him a perfect opportunity to leave the stream in a hurry and not comment about the pictures.

he wasn't jealous. no. he had complete trust in you. and max. perhaps he was just upset it wasn't him making you laugh.

-

meals with family don't occur as usual as they should. you and lando are always busy, away discovering a new country, and when you're home you're way too tired to even think about going out.

as you sit with your head on lando's shoulder, hugging his left arm as his hand strokes your knee, he takes a moment to really take in everything going on around him. you're at his parents' home, all his siblings are there as well. he remembers the way you simply grabbed the vegetables and a knife and began chopping them without being asked to, and how you refused to sit around doing nothing when you could help. he thinks about the bottle of wine you bought for his dad, the one it took you two hours to find because it had to be the one lando's dad talked about the last time you visited.

he glances down at his watch, noting the way you snuggle deeper into his arm. he moves his head, placing a kiss on your forehead before resting his cheek against your head. since you and lando helped cook, it was now everyone else's turn to help clean up, giving you a few minutes of privacy as you sit on the porch swing in the backyard, the sunset a glowing mix of red and orange and yellow.

"it's almost six," lando said.

"i know. i don't wanna go," you sigh, lifting your head from his shoulder, an adorable pout on your lips.

"let's just stay a few minutes like this, love." he whispered, placing a small kiss on your cheek.

"i missed this, spending time with your family, disconnecting from everything else, even just for a little while," you said after a few moments of silence.

"me too. i've missed having you all to myself," he pulled you closer to his side, and you changed your position, now sitting on his lap. one of his arms around your waist, his warm hand on your thigh as you played with the small curls on the back of his neck, occasionally scratching his scalp.

the sound of a vibration interrupted your blissful state, and you reluctantly leaned forward to grab your phone, turning off the alarm that meant it was time for you to go.

"i'll drive you," lando said, placing a small kiss on your neck, right on your pulse point.

"oh no, don't worry. max said he'd pick me up so we could arrive together," you said. that night you had a fancy team dinner with everyone at red bull racing.

"max?" he asked, furrowing his brows as you typed a message to the dutch.

"yeah, he just moved a few minutes away from here and he offered. and i didn't want you to do the trip twice," you explained, kissing his lips quickly before standing up. "i should go change," you said as you walked back inside. you'd brought a nice light blue dress to change, and makeup to fix whatever had gotten messed up during the day.

you were almost finished getting ready in lando's old bedroom when you heard a knock on the door, lando peeked his head in.

"hey, i was going to call you, can you help me zip up?" you asked, moving your hair out of the way. he pulled up the zipper and let his fingers rest on your shoulders.

"i could've given you a ride, i don't mind. it's our tradition," he said. he'd been thinking about a reason why you hadn't asked him. you always drove together when the other had an event, to help calm the nerves and hype the other up for the upcoming, boring event.

"oh. it's okay, i just thought maybe you wanted to spend some more time with your family, since were going away for the triple header in a few days." you shrugged your shoulder. "but i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner, i didn't think about that," you said as you saw the frown in his face.

"no, it's fine, you're right. don't worry about me." he shook his head, giving you a tight-lipped smile. "you have fun tonight, can i come and pick you up?" he asked, and something inside you told you he needed a positive response.

"of course. midnight?" you said, kissing his lips.

"perfect,"

a shiny silver car parked in front of the norris home, your dutch teammate stepped out of the driver's side just as you opened the door after saying your goodbyes to everyone. you walked holding lando's hand.

"your carriage is waiting, cinderella," max teased, and you looked down to the color of your dress, chuckling. "hey, mate. how's it going?" he bumped fists with lando.

"all good. take care of her, please." he said as he opened your door.

"i will, mate. i promise to get her back in one piece," max nodded.

"lando's picking me up!" you said excitedly.

"ah, so you're switching the carriage for an ugly pumpkin, got it." max said as he got in and turned on the car.

"have fun," lando said, pulling you to him and kissing your cheek. you had applied your lipstick right before you stepped out and he didn't want to ruin it. but you circled his chin between your thumb and forefinger and brought his lips to yours.

"i'll see you at midnight," you whispered on his lips.

"midnight." lando nodded. you both flinched when max honked the car.

you hurried one last hug with lando before slipping in the passenger seat. as the car sped up away from his parents' home, lando stood on the middle of the road with his hands in his pockets, watching you leave with someone else.

-

november came by in the blink of an eye, suddenly you found yourself planning a surprise for lando's birthday. you'd confided in the people in mclaren about your plan. you knew lando didn't really like being in public, so you decided to set up something back at your hotel after you were done with your responsibilities for the day.

you'd planned on flying lando's family to brazil so they could be with him on his special day, as well as a dinner with all his friends from mclaren and other teams.

you trusted max with making sure his present was ready. since you knew how much lando admired valentio rossi growing up, and that same weekend was the italian's last race at motogp, so you'd contacted rossi's team and asked for a replica of the helmet he'd be wearing that weekend. and they'd promised to send it signed, with a special message.

you felt giddy all weekend, and lando knew something was up, but you just brushed it off at being excited for his birthday.

on friday night, as lando was getting ready for bed, there was a knock on your door. lando went to see who it was, seeing your teammate standing on the other side.

"max?" lando said, catching your attention.

"hey, mate. is (y/n) here?" max asked, you noticed his tone was serious, and you immediately worried something was wrong.

"hey, what's going on?" you said, standing next to lando, who looked back and forth between you two.

"i uh- i need your help with something! can you come with me?" max said.

"is everything okay?" lando asked.

"yes, but i need (y/n) for something. i'll get her back in a bit!" he grabbed your hand and rushed out of the room with you behind him. you turned your head, to see lando frowning as he leaned against the frame.

when you returned to the room, the lights were off, no sound coming from the tv. you cursed silently as the door screeched.

"love?" you heard lando's groggy voice.

"hi, baby. i'm sorry to wake you," you whisper, removing your clothes and changing into pjs.

"it's okay. is everything okay with max?" he asked.

"yeah, he just needed some advice on how to approach the stewards tomorrow,"

"oh. okay," he said as you slipped under the covers. his arm finding its familiar spot around your waist.

"hey, it's past midnight. happy birthday, champ," you pressed your lips against his, hearing him humming in delight as he stroke your back.

"thank you, love. let's sleep now, we've to be up early,"

the next day you watched from your garage as the mclaren team were pulling out a table and a cake for lando, and you saw charlotte waving her arms at you, telling you to come over. as the rest of the team made their way out, you saw lando smiling at the cake, standing between andreas and daniel. you crossed your arms over your chest, singing along with everyone else, bumping fists with your former coworkers, who were pushing you towards lando.

his smile widened as he spotted you, opening his arms and you rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as his slipped around your shoulders, pulling you close.

you kissed his cheek once you finished singing, and laughed with everyone as he grabbed a cooling fan to blow the candles off.

as people began returning to their usual activities, you stayed behind a few minutes, catching up with daniel, feeling lando's arm tighten around you.

"the birthday boy!" you heard from behind you, and you all turned to see max approaching you. "happy birthday, mate,"

"thanks," lando smiled, clapping max's hand and giving him a 'bro hug'

"i'll leave you boys now, see you on the track!" you said as you pressed your lips against lando's cheek one more time.

the boys chatted for a few minutes, catching up.

"sorry about kidnapping (y/n) last night, i just needed her help with something,"

"it's fine. how did everything go?"

"perfect, she uh- gave me some tips about kelly's dad,"

"her dad?" lando furrowed his eyebrows.

"yeah, i don't think he liked me that much," max shrugged his shoulders. "i should go now, good luck, mate. and happy birthday,"

kelly's dad... the stewards... what was the truth?

his mind replayed that thought over and over again. he couldn't enjoy the rest of his day, his smile wasn't as wide as you hoped for when he saw his parents and sisters.

as you were driving away from the track, you slipped your fingers between his, he kept one hand on the steering wheel as he turned to you for one second.

"you okay?" you asked, and he gave you a tight-lipped smile.

the same happened when you arrived at the hotel and he saw his surprise party. you kissed his cheek as he thanked you, and you left him with everyone else, to call max and check on the helmet.

lando turned his head, looking for you. and found you on the entrance to the hotel, talking with max. you both had huge grins on your faces, and you jumped up and wrapped your arms around max's shoulders.

"what's going on?" you heard behind you. you stumbled backwards, looking at lando. "i asked you a question,"

"lando..." you started, furrowing your eyebrows. "is something wrong? why are you mad?"

"well i don't know how you want me to act, all year you've been pushing me away, choosing him over me. and not even on my birthday can you make time for me?" he was raising his voice.

"mate, it's not-" max started

"you shut up! what were you doing last night? because you both said different things... are you cheating on me? did you really think i'd be dumb enough to not notice?"

"no! no, i don't-" you said, feeling a heaviness on your chest as you heard the anger in his voice.

"it's not that at all, last night we were just-"

"i don't wanna hear it." he said, looking at you with cold eyes, his jaw tensed.

"please, listen, it's really not what you thi-"

"cut the shit, you're just saying that because i'm not as stupid as you think i am. well your little game ends now. hope you had fun making me look like an idiot."

he stormed out of the lobby, you ran after him to the parking lot, fighting back the tears in your eyes.

"lando! please, wait!" you yelled as he climbed in his car.

he found an empty park. the moonlight and the late-night crickets his only company besides his thoughts. he sat on a bench, leaning his against the back, his head hanging low. he thought back to the hotel, the little scene he caused, the broken look in your eyes. the pain behind your voice.

why was he feeling guilty? all signs pointed to the unthinkable. he didn't know what he did to deserve it, he didn't even want to think about it.

this wasn't how the night was supposed to go. you stared dumbfounded at the car, letting the tears fall freely on your face. you swallow down a sob that is threatening to slip from your throat, feeling an arm on your shoulders, walking you back to the hotel. you turn, hiding your face in max's chest as you ride the elevator together. you asked to be left alone, and he reluctantly leaves the room.

your tears never faltered as you fell down on the bed, grabbing lando's pillow and breathing in his scent. you sat there, crying your heart out, thinking about how everything turned from bliss to heartbreak in a few minutes.

lando wiped a stray tear away from his face, feeling his phone buzzing incessantly. he has several missed calls from his parents and sisters, some from charlotte.

none from you, he thinks bitterly.

he turned the screen off just as he received a new message. it's from max.

he wants to break the phone into a million pieces.

against his better judgement, he opens the message. it's a picture of a helmet, he recognizes it as the one his idol posted earlier that week. he receives another picture, and he can see that the helmet is signed for him, and there is a note next to it.

a new text.

'happy birthday, idiot. (y/n) spent the entire week making sure this got here on time and she asked me to set it up in your room.'

shit.

he opened the door quietly. there was a headache forming in the back of his head. the room was silent. he saw the helmet, feeling his heart drop to his stomach as he grabbed the note.

'happy birthday, lando! hope you have an amazing day with everyone you love. (y/n) told me about the surprise she planned for you. what an amazing girl, you deserve someone like her. keep up the good work, your time is coming.'

he finished reading and cursed himself. he had no idea how he was going to fix this. he walked to the bed, finding it empty. there was a sliver of light coming from the bathroom. he strained his ears, and he could just faintly make out your ragged, fast breaths. he turned the knob slowly, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.

you were sitting in the bathtub, still fully clothed but without your shoes. your knees were pulled up to your chest, you felt tingles and chills running down your back, your arms, the back of your head, as tears fell down your face.

you let out a broken sob, bringing lando out of his initial shock. he kneels beside you, his hand shaking as he touched your shoulder. you flinched under his touch, choking on air as you turn to him.

"l-lan," you stuttered. he shook his head, and a sudden wave of panic rushes through you.

"it's okay. breathe with me." he said, grabbing your hands in his. you squeeze them tightly and he does the same, anchoring you to this moment, to you and him. "in," he said and breathed deeply. "can you hold it?" he asked as you breathed in as well, but you shook your head. "that's okay, we'll go slowly. out," he instructed and you obeyed.

he helped you calm your breathing, subsequently calming your racing heart as well. he praised you when you managed to hold in your breath for a few seconds. the tears were still falling, though you paid them no mind and focused solely on the boy in front of you. he let go of one of your hands to wipe away a few tears, you lean into his touch, closing your eyes.

"lan," you whispered, opening your bloodshot eyes.

"i'm here. i'm so sorry." he said.

"i never- i swear i didn't-" you shook your head, leaning back.

"shh, i know. i know. i'm sorry," he climbed in next to you, you moved out of muscle memory, sitting on his lap. "i'm so sorry. i didn't mean any of that. i just-"

"you were right. i have pushed you aside, and i know if it were me i would be upset as well. i'm sorry i never noticed before," the last tears made their way down.

"you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. this is on me, i let my thoughts get the best of me and see things that weren't there. i'm sorry about how i acted, it wasn't the time or place. especially not after everything you've done for me today." his eyes traveled down to your hands, he grabbed them in his, playing with your fingers.

"i'm sorry i made you cry," he said. you shook your head.

"let's not dwell on the past. let's promise each other more communication. everything that goes through that mind of yours, i want to know. it's okay to have insecurities, but i don't want to go through this again, knowing we can avoid it if we're honest about how we're feeling." you said and lando nodded, his hand on your hip.

"i promise. i don't deserve you... not after tonight i-"

"we both messed up. let's work on our future and let the past slip away."

he nodded. you both remained quiet for a few seconds, thinking about the whirlwind of emotions that had been that saturday.

"thank you for everything you did for me. and i'm sorry i let my thoughts get the best of me tonight. i promise i'll make it up to you."

"you already did. you came back." you said, running your fingers through his hair.

"you're everything i need."