#thank you so much for the question!!! i really appreciate it ♥

[perotovar]

A Writing Challenge from August 1st - September 21st

"Erin, what is Frith?"

Frith, is an Old Norse term, typically used among friends and kinsmen, that would often be used in a diplomatic way to bring peace.

Or, more plainly, “a mutual agreement to avoid causing each other physical, emotional, or mental harm, and to avoid negatively affecting each other’s honor, worth, and luck.”

This is meant to be a long-lasting agreement among those that take part.

Now, I’ve spent a decent amount of time to know, in this fandom, that that could very well be wishful thinking, but I’m choosing to stay positive here. It’s no secret that there have been things happening lately that are less than stellar, to put it mildly.

But I’m not here to talk about that.

I’m here to have fun and be creative so that’s what we’re going to do!

I’ve had this idea brewing for several months, and it’s a subject matter that’s very near and dear to my heart. In my personal life, I’m a practicing Norse Pagan. For those that are unfamiliar, I like to describe it as worshiping the Old Ones. I follow the teachings of the Norse Gods.

Why am I telling you this? Well, since this is something that’s so close to me, and we’re all here as fans of one Pedro Pascal and his work, I figured why not combine the two? Initially, the goal was to write all these fics myself, but when I discovered just how exhausting and time-consuming that would be, I decided to include all of you!

I failed to do a follower milestone to thank you all and celebrate, so take this as my thank you for sticking around here and showing support to my fics and gifs.

Alright, so how is this going to work?

huge shoutout to @scenaaario and @kedsandtubesocks for all your help on this you lovely humans ♥

Another important aspect of Heathenry (Norse Paganism) is reciprocity. “Gifts given for gifts received.” So, you all wouldn’t just be giving me a bunch of fics to read. I’ve made something for those of you who will participate as well. This is an equal exchange.

I’ve paired up several of the PPCU with Norse Gods and made moodboards for each of them. I have reasons for matching them up the way I have, and I’ll go into more detail as to why later.

So, yes, this is a writing challenge at its core, but it’s also a way for me to show a little peace of myself with you all and for us all to be creative and have fun! Maybe you’ll step out of your comfort zone a little and that’s okay!

There is an expectation that something will be written/received, so if you don’t think you’ll be able to participate, that’s totally okay. There’s no pressure at all, and I appreciate any support or boosting to get to those that would like to!

Okay, enough of all that, which Gods have I chosen to match up with the Boys?

I’m glad you asked! Matching up traits and personalities was really fun, and really challenging. Nothing is a 1:1 match, but that’s okay. Nothing is supposed to be, and that’s where some of the challenge may come in.

For those that are participating in the challenge, you’ll send me an ask declaring which God/Pedro Boy you’d like to write. In return, and my part of the reciprocity, you’ll receive a moodboard to use for your fic, and a little blurb telling you a little more about the God and why I’ve chosen that character to pair them with. I’m hoping some of them will be a little obvious, but I’m aware not everyone is as familiar with the Gods as I am.

There are only 14 slots and therefore only 14 moodboards made, so once someone has been claimed, that’s it. As much as I’d love to have even more people participate, I don’t think I can make that many things lol.

If you’d still like to contribute somehow, I’m open to any questions you may have about the Gods (and maybe how the boys relate), because I’m a big ol’ nerd and love talking about this shit.

So, who’s who?

Maxwell Lord – Odin [Óðinn] (The All-Father and God of wisdom, magic, war, death, but also cunning and trickery.) claimed by @missredherring

Pero Tovar – Thor [Þórr] (God of thunder, lightning, sacred groves and trees, strength, and the protection of humankind.) claimed by @morallyinept

Max Phillips – Loki (The Trickster God of mischief and chaos.) claimed by @qveerthe0ry

Oberyn Martell – Freyja (Goddess of love, sensuality, sex, passion, war, and magic.) claimed by @guiltyasdave

Javier Peña – Freyr (God of fertility, harvests, and peace.) claimed by @almostfoxglove

Ezra – Týr (God of victory, law, and justice.) claimed by @marisferasiop

Marcus Moreno – Frigg (Goddess of domestic life, marriage, and maternal energy.) claimed by @joelalorian

Joel Miller – Hel (Goddess of death and guide to the underworld.) claimed by @beefrobeefcal

Dieter Bravo – Bragi (God of poetry, oral traditions, and the Skaldic Poet of the Aesir.) claimed by @schnarfer

Javi Gutierrez – Baldr (God of light and purity.) claimed by @thesluttylittleknee

Dave York – Vidar [Víðarr] (The Silent God of vengeance.) claimed by @kedsandtubesocks

Din Djarin – Heimdall [Heimdallr] (Gatekeeper of Asgard, the gods’ stronghold within Valhalla. God of guardianship, vigilance, and protection.) claimed by @djarinmuse

Frankie Morales – Skadi [Skaði] (Goddess of winter, skiing, bow-hunting, and mountains.) claimed by @agentmarcuspike

Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels – Ægir (Brewmaster of the sea.) claimed by @lotusbxtch

extras:

Marcus Pike – Idun [Iðunn] (Goddess of eternal youth and sacred apples.) claimed by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Silva – Ymir (First being in existence and the reason for the creation of Earth.) claimed by @yopossum

Santiago Garcia – Fenrir (Most famous of all the wolves in Norse Mythology and the bringer of Ragnarok.) claimed by @for-a-longlongtime

There are no rules for your fic itself. You can write whatever and however much you want. All I ask is that some aspects of the Gods stay intact, otherwise this would just be any old writing challenge.

I wanna see you guys get creative with what the Gods offer. How are they speaking to you? What energy/vibes are you getting off of them? Run with it.

Now, I’m posting this the day before Lammas, the Pagan holiday that often takes place in the Summer, August 1st. I think it would round out the summer nicely if everything gets published around Mabon, September 21st, the holiday that celebrates the Fall equinox.

That gives everyone almost two months to write their stories. I’m hoping that’s a decent time? If it’s not, I’m not picky and typically run on Pagan Standard Time, so if it’ll take you a little longer, just let me know and it’ll probably be fine.

Thank you for sticking with my ramble, and I wish you all gọ̄der hēle (good luck)!

And remember, have fun!

[twisted-king]

Salve! You're response from my previous question is appreciated and helpful.(^-^)

I was wondering what your character limit was since I wanted to make a request. Is it possible if you can do a hc with Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, and Idia Shroud with a F!S/O that has snake bite piercings?

Like, they didn't know it at first but F!S/O just randomly bought it up. How would they feel about said piercings? Do they find it attractive? Or looks down upon them? I'll leave it up to you♥︎

You don't have to do it if you're uncomfy about piercings♥︎

(Also, have you heard of the "Beta punk Jade"?👀)

Thank you for your time!(^-^)/♡☆ミ

ooooh absolutely!!! I have a few ear piercings myself actaully aha..

Beta Jade being a little punkish is SO funny to me.

Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, and Idia Shroud

with an S/O who has snake bite piercings.

Kind of short this time...

Trey Clover

He thinks they are super cool!!

He would never do that to himself becasuse ouch pain.

Like when you brought up your own piercings to Trey he's like "Oh thats cool- did they hurt??"

And he legally has to ask "Do you have to brush your teeth any differently?"

Lowkey thinks its hot.

He's a tad bit plain so he does have moments where he's a little... judgy about it?

Like they'll get caught on something and he'll make a comment on it

"See, this is why I don't have any piercings myself"

Outside of small moments like that he's real chill!

Jade Leech

Oh?????

He's observant!!! he noticed right away <3

But he'll keep to himself for now.

So when you bring up your piercings Jade finally gets to ask some things he's been dyyying to know about.

"So, humans pierce more than their ears... interesting."

Jade lowkey wants one too,,,

He'd like to match, but you definitely pull them off better in this eyes (Jade heart eyes)

Maybe with enough convincing you take him to get a matching one!

Happy eel boyfie

Jamil Viper

He's busy, so you DO kind of need to mention it, like he'll notice but forget to comment

Huh? oh? your lips, they have metal-

"Snake bite piercings...? really?" then he does a little smrik because

You got snake bites

his last name is Viper....

Weird sense of pride about them.

He ADORES THEM

I think Jamil would like to lightly poke at them sometimes, he kind of sees them as a reminder of himself and your relationship.

He doesn't want his own, but maybe he'd get you some fancier piercings when he spots them now!

Idia Shroud

Yeah you,,, you HAVE to tell him

WHOAAAA holy shit that so pog babe- anyways.

"Eh? You actually got a snake bite? ohmygods this is JUST like my fanfi- I've said too much."

Idia REALLY likes them (he has a crush on you how embarassing!!!)

He kind of just... stares sometimes. He's looking at your face but he pinks up a little when he sees the piercings.

Idia also kind of wants them but he is way too scared to actually get anything othert than his ears pierced (With good reason too i have no doubts he was weak skin)

You also notice he is not so subtly changing his pfps to characters with piercings

He thinks ur rlly cool...

[irisintheafterglow]

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)🌷✨🩷🍪 Greetings Author-nim

Can I please request (⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠メ⁠)

(OPLA Zoro x You) Where Reader is an Assassin or Ninja and is a Pirate hunter, When Zoro used to be one too, they would always compete who gets the target first. Sometimes Zoro wins, sometimes reader.

So, imagine Reader's reaction when they saw Zoro with the crew.

And also, Luffy, somehow by some miracle with his own style of talk-no-jutsu managed to convince reader to join them(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥. Hope u have a great day and it's okay if u don't want to do this. I'll understand.

baby, let the games begin

wc: 2k (surprise, shawty)

cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, canon-typical violence, mentions of drinking and alcohol, pining pining pining pining PINING

note: hi love, thank you so much for your request!! i hope you like this because i certainly love writing for this stupid himbo man

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Honor be damned, you really wanted to kill him. 

“Dirty play, demon,” you huff irritatedly, scowling at the asshole who skewered your target before you could. In a single clean slash, the head is relieved of its body and unceremoniously kicked into a bag. “We both know that one was mine.”

“Better luck next time.” Asshole. Stupid, selfish, infuriatingly attractive asshole. A million different ways you could end his life flashed through your mind and, with his back turned to you, became more of a possibility the longer you sat in your disappointment. The dock creaks beneath his receding footsteps and you spit a curse under your breath. The head now bouncing around in the pirate hunter’s hand would have had you living comfortably for months, not to mention buying some shelter for the stray dogs wandering your home island. Monsoon season was coming and you didn’t have nearly enough space to keep all of them dry. Finding food that wasn’t old bread and horse balls was hard in itself and shelter was just another task added to the to-do list. “You’re not gonna try and take it from me?” 

“Why would I? You killed him; you get the bounty,” you reply scornfully, praying that whoever came up with the idea of hunter’s honor is torn to shreds by an octopus. “Guess it is your turn,” you concede reluctantly and take note of the blood dripping from the dirty fabric sack as he reapproaches. You’d have to clean your shoes when you were done. “I did take that guy from you in Flamingo Village, last week.” 

“The one with the big, ugly hat,” he confirms and you don’t budge when he stands right in front of you. He had pretty eyes, you’d give him that. Too bad you wanted to slam your fist into his nose. “I was mad about that one.”

“Well, you got this one. Aren’t you gonna cash ‘em in?”

“I will. I’m just curious,” he says and his expression is unreadable. It bordered on amusement and suspicion with a little bit of awe. “You could have killed me a million times since I killed the target.” Already thought that, buddy. “Why didn’t you?”

“Like I said, hunter’s honor–”

“No,” he shakes his head decidedly and you narrow your eyes. “You’ve been following this guy for four days, watching other hunters fail to bring him in. My question is, why do you need this bounty so badly, and why aren’t you willing to kill me over it?”

“Technically, that’s two questions,” you deadpan and your heart does an unwanted little stutter when he scoffs, the tiniest smile pulling at his mouth. “If you really wanna know why I need it, it’s ‘cause I need to take care of some friends back home.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but you also didn’t need the most feared hunter in the seas knowing that you needed the money to buy squeaky toys and dog beds. 

“Those friends aren’t worth killing for?”

“It’s sounding like you want me to kill you,” you fire back incredulously. “Do I need to worry about you, Zoro?” 

“Look, all I’m saying is, all other hunters would be leaping at my throat as soon as I take their kill. I just don’t understand why you won’t, especially if it’s worth four days of stalking.” 

“Maybe I like playing this little game,” you admit. It’s no secret to you that your job becomes incredibly boring at times. All the other hunters you come across take their jobs too seriously and believe that they’re purging the seas of evil. You, however, knew that the real evil was pacing around ivory towers and putting up the wanted posters. When you first met Zoro, it seemed like he didn’t take his job seriously at all. He killed like it was breathing and remained unamused at the melodramatic theatrics of flashier hunters. You ran into each other often because, besides being the only ones who survive their hunts, you were the top-earning hunters of your generation and ended up following the same pace every time. “I take a bounty; you take a bounty. I try to beat the pirate hunter at his own game; he throws a fit when I’m faster than him.”

“But, today I was faster than you,” he corrects and you stick your tongue out at him in defiance. “Who’s throwing a fit now?”

“Get out of my sight, demon,” you frown but you can’t hold it for long. It becomes a tired, melancholy smile and you start to make your way back to the town to book passage home. “Hope you enjoy all that Berry.” 

“Let me buy you a drink with it before you go,” he calls after you and you freeze where you stand. “Consolation for kicking your ass this time around.” You shoot him a scathing look over your shoulder and take the bait. 

“I did all the dirty work for you, asshole, so it better be three drinks at the least.” He chuckles softly under his breath and you roll your eyes, letting him catch up to you before heading to the nearest bar together. “I hate you so much.” 

“No, you don’t.”

As time passed and you ran into him more during your hunts, that hatred turned into something different, an annoying feeling of excitement every time you heard a sword unsheathed or spotted someone with green hair. You found yourself checking your watch when you were ahead of him, counting down the hours until he caught up. You knew the sound of his footsteps and the rhythm of his breathing and memorized how the sun hit his eyes down to the iris. Sometimes, you’d work with him directly and split the bounty evenly once it was completed. During conversations to kill time, though he never admitted it, he liked being around you as often as he was. Eventually, you told him about your furry friends back on the island and started marking the places you’d been with a hasty drawing of a dog. It became part of your routine and the time that it took for him to catch up to you decreased exponentially as a result. You’re easier to follow, is what he said. On a particular mission where you were unusually behind, you were delighted to find his gross attempt at mimicking the mark scratched into the wooden bar counter. 

You lose touch with him after a year or so of working together and you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it did. Word floated around that he was captured by Marines and posted up in Shells Town, but the same mouths reported that he escaped with pirates the following day. None of it sounded like him and it reminded you that you really didn’t know him at all. Still, you marked that silly dog into every barstool and backdoor you came across as you fell back into the same boring routines. 

Taking a rest day at a floating restaurant called Baratie, you think you’ve found the perfect spot to scratch into the counter when you realize that someone has already done it for you. It was horrendous and nearly incomprehensible, but you choke back a sob when you run your thumb over the mangled wood. There was only one person who could have drawn the little dog so badly.

And it’s like your body senses him before your mind does. 

In an instant, you’re hyper fixated on the familiar rhythm of his boots and the soft noise as his swords clank together with every step. There are four others with him, but you know his approach like the back of your hand. A boy in a straw hat whom you recognize from wanted posters rushes the bar, loudly requesting a glass of milk for himself and the finest rum for his swordsman companion. When he slides into the seat next to you, you can barely look at him, rendered defenseless from the conflict of emotions stirring in your mind. Thousands of questions were screaming to be answered but you couldn’t even open your mouth. The alcohol in your half-finished glass is all you can see. 

“You found me,” he murmurs, flagging down the bartender and asking for a bottle of whatever you’re drinking.

“I wasn’t looking for you,” you reply just as quietly, watching his hand carefully replenish your glass before filling his own and downing it in a few swallows. You stop him from pouring another with a light hand on his shoulder and he wordlessly sets down the bottle, making you smile softly. “You still drink too much.”

“I don’t have you to slow me down,” he replies without hesitation, glancing at your fingertip as it traces the mark he made on the wood. “I’ve been putting those everywhere since I joined up with Luffy. Figured we’d run into each other at some point.” 

“Luffy,” you echo. “That’s your pirate captain?” The irony of your situation escapes neither of you. If you were smart, you’d have every single one of them dead and bouncing around a burlap sack, just like the pirate all those years ago. But, just the same as the first time, you were stopped by a profound desire to be closer to Zoro. 

“He’s not like other pirates. Not like the ones you and I know.” 

“I’ll let the Marines know next time I bring in a head, then,” you laugh humorlessly, feeling the rum burn down your throat when you take another sip. You feel his eyes watching you carefully but you don’t look back at him. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear that.”

“They don’t have to hear anything,” he says in a low tone, one that sends goosebumps up your spine and has your heart beating a little faster. “They don’t have to hear anything from you ever again.”

“You’re not saying…”

“That's exactly what I’m saying.” 

“You want me to just switch sides like it’s nothing?”

“This job has been nothing to you from the beginning, nothing but a way to feed strays that, thanks to you, have loving homes,” he reminds you and you exhale deeply. He was right, but part of you wanted vengeance for all the times you secretly wished he was still with you. “So, come with me.”

“Zoro, I–”

“You know, I’ve missed you so much I can’t sleep,” he shakes his head and sighs in defeat. “Every time we dock at a new city, I’m hoping you’re on a hunt because, as much as I care for them, they’ll never know me the way you do.” He looks back at his crew with something like sad fondness in his eyes. They wouldn’t ever know him the way you did, as a bounty hunter with no real place to call home and no real people to call friends. “It gets lonely when you’re not forced to be alone anymore.”

“And it’s lonely when you are forced to,” you add. “It’s lonely either way–”

“But I’d rather be that way with you,” he concludes. “It’s not bad when I’m with you.” You pause, collecting your thoughts and calculating how much money you’d have if you suddenly abandoned your current line of work. It was risky, sure, but something about risking it on Zoro made it feel a little less dangerous. “Your silence tells me I convinced you.”

“I’m not the one you need to convince; it’s your captain you should be talking to.”

“Trust me, he’s the least of our problems.” As if to drive home his point, a choir of cheers rises up from behind you as a loud belch sounds through the harbor. 

“‘Our’ as in the crew, or ‘our’ as in you and I?”

“It’s always been you and I, hasn’t it?”

“It always will be,” you promise, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. He’s warm and safe and everything you were needing. “But, I need to teach you how to draw a better dog.” He hums in agreement, downing another glass contentedly. 

“Yeah, you need to teach me how to draw a better dog.”

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[mysticalmallard]

Brother To Brother

Word count: 686

Description: Opie is falling for a waitress and he feels guilty about it and seeks advice from Jax. Part 3 of the opie and the waitress mini series.

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Parts:

1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 •

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Opie was never good with words, more of a man of action as they said. So when it came to his emotions he preferred to stuff them deep down where they wouldn't bother him.

But this was different. Something about her just got under his skin.

He walked across the mechanic shop to his best friend- brother, Jax Teller.

"Hey Jax, can I ask you something?"Jax looks up from the engine he was currently working on and turns to him with a bemused expression.

"Yeah, what's up, Ope?"

Opie takes a deep breath and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"I have a question. And I need you to be serious and not laugh, alright?"Jax stands up straight and wipes his hands on a rag, his curiosity piqued.

"Alright mate, I promise I won't laugh," he replies, his expression now serious.

Opie ran a hand through his hair, looking around to make sure no one else was close enough to hear them.

"I think I'm falling for someone," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the garage floor.

Jax raised an eyebrow, not expecting that.

"Falling for someone, huh?" he says, crossing his arms. "And who might this 'someone' be?"

"A waitress at the cafe on the outskirts of town," Opie mutters, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Ever since I went there I can't stop thinking about her."

Jax lets out a low whistle.

"Wow, the waitress at the cafe huh?" he repeats. "You've got it pretty bad, don't you, brother?"

Opie scowls at him, his usual bravado faltering.

"Shut up, man. I'm being serious. I have no idea what to do," he says, the corners of his mouth turning down into a frown.

Jax chuckles and pats his shoulder.

"Calm down, Ope. I'm just messing with you." He grins at his friend. "So, tell me about this waitress. What's she like?"

Opie's frown turned back up into a shy smile.

"She's...perfect," he said, leaning against a desk. "She's sweet, funny, and gorgeous. And she's got these brown eyes that just...I don't know how to explain it. You'd have to see 'em for yourself."

Jax smiles, noticing the dreamy expression on his friend's face.

"Sounds like you really do have it bad," he teases. "But seriously, if you like her so much, why don't you just ask her out?"

"The kids..Donna...Donna has only been...gone...for a year and now I'm....I don't know man...it's too soon right?"Jax's expression softened, understanding the guilt Opie felt.

"Ope, you can't think like that," he said gently. "You're allowed to move on and be happy again. Donna would want that for you."

Opie nods, his chin dropping to his chest.

"I know you're right," he says quietly. "But I can't help feeling guilty. Like I'm betraying her memory or something."

Jax lays a hand on his shoulder, his voice firm.

"You're not betraying her memory. What happened to her was tragic, but you can't let it define the rest of your life. You deserve to be happy again, brother."

Opie looks up at his best friend, appreciating his support.

"Thanks, Jax," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "I just can't shake this feeling of guilt. Like I'm doing something wrong by even thinking about another girl."

Jax shakes his head, his grip on Opie's shoulder tightening.

"You're allowed to have feelings, man," he says firmly. "And it's not wrong for you to have feelings for someone else. Everyone moves on at their own speed, and that's okay."

Opie takes a deep breath, trying to absorb Jax's words.

"I know. I just need to let go of this guilt. It feels like I'm trapped in my head, you know?"Jax nods, his expression understanding.

"I get it, Ope. But trust me, letting go of that guilt will be the best thing you can do for yourself. You deserve to be happy, and if this waitress makes you happy, then you should go for it."

Opie manages a small smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

"Maybe you're right, Jax," he says. "Maybe I need to just take a chance and see where it leads."

[hermajestyimher]

Hello <3

I am currently 20, in the process of enhancing every aspect of my life so I would really appreciate if you could generously list your resources for self-improvement in general.

And one more question, how to make people take me more seriously? I am quite the youngest member in my family and everyone have always been so over-protective of me that they always see me as this little girl even though I am almost a grown woman lol.

Thanks!

Thanks for your question. I commend you for wanting to invest in yourself and self-improvement.

The resources I use to shape my mindset toward success are a mixture of books, podcasts, subliminals, and direct revelation from God. I'll break these parts down for you:

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Books:

There are a lot of books out that deal with the topic of self-improvement and you are almost guaranteed to find some that will be able to help you in whichever area of your life you wish to get better at. The key, when it comes to these books, is that you have to find ones that you know you can action realistically in your life. Theory can be energizing and inspirational, but it is ultimately futile if you are unable to put the gained knowledge into reality.

You must seek books that are practical in their way of describing how to succeed in whatever subject they touch upon and focus exclusively on that specific book so that you may action its commands and see real results in your life.

I'll give you 5 books that I've used throughout the year that have helped me mold my character in meaningful and practical ways:

She Comes First, by Brian Nox.

Can't Hurt Me, by David Goggins.

The Alter Ego Effect, by Todd Herman.

Stop People Pleasing, by Patrick King.

Fabulosity, by Kimora Lee Simmons.

Podcasts:

Podcasts are a good way of keeping your mind "fed" constantly with content and knowledge from others. I use them not just for knowledge, but also for entertainment. I enjoy podcasts that deal with politics, human psychology and behavior, societal phenomena, travel and culture, business, success life stories, and even some niche topics of interest.

Whatever podcasts you choose to listen to will be a very personal choice. My rule of thumb is to not waste time listening to someone just because they seem authoritative in the field of self-improvement if the messages they are putting forward do not resonate with you. It's ok to be picky with this type of content.

Subliminals:

This is something that I've never touched upon before directly on my blog, but it is something that I've been digging into a lot lately and I've found has been positively impacting my life.

Subliminals are audio messages that we play in the background while we do other activities. The concept behind them is that our subconscious mind can pick up and internalize the messages being played and therefore can help in reprogramming our own internal self-concept and beliefs. It can help you manifest things because you genuinely believe that they are possible for you, rather than pretending.

Subliminals are extremely powerful because if utilized correctly they can help you shape your entire personality and perception of yourself towards one that is more self-loving, positive, and confident. It can help us erase the damage of harmful things we've internalized throughout the years and replace them with thoughts that are working in our favor.

If you or anyone else from the blog would like for me to dive deeper into this subject and share some of the subliminal that have helped me (including my own creations), please let me know!

God:

This part is simply all about having communion with God. I've found out that in the periods that I'm away from him and that I do not take our relationship seriously, I become an easier target for spiritual attacks and also less in tune with my spiritual gifts. It's hard to hear from him when my spiritual life is filled with so much baggage that does not come from him. And whether you are aware of it, everything around us is spiritual in one way or another: the music that we listen to, the people we spend time with, the places we live, the content we consume, the things we allow others to speak into our lives, etc.

It's important that I read my Bible, pray, and worship without ceasing. God purifies our spirits and removes bondages this way. He gives us a renewed mind full of discernment and peace. We can hear from him more clearly and be led through a path of prosperity.

This is something that I need to get back on with him, as I have fallen off throughout the years. But understanding that you do not have to make life alone and that investing in your spiritual life can only tenfold your riches in the physical realm is crucial for us to live a life of purpose and success.

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I hope this list was helpful, and if you or other people would like to delve deeper into any of these or other subjects, please let me know.

[goosewriting]

Congratulations on 500 subs! 🎉🎉 I hope you keep reaching bigger milestones!!

Pink 45! Reader gets back to the lair drunk after a party and donnie ends up taking care of them. Through readers drunken mind, they think back to all the moments they have had with donnie and their heart flutters and ends up saying "I think im falling in love with you" and of course donnie responds with "I think im okay with that" :3

I hope I did this correctly!

Drunk on your love (rottmnt Donnie x reader)

prompt 45: “I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

summary: reader gets back to the lair drunk and ends up confessing to Donnie

relationship: Rise!Donnie x GN reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk reader, characters are aged up to drinking age!

word count: ~910

A/N: had a lil, much needed burst of inspo so here you go! hope you like it <3 this marks the end of the 500 subs event :'D thank you all so much for partictpating! ♥ (also donnie is wearing a t-shirt in this one because of reasons lol)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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It was well into the night and Donnie was in his lab as per usual when he heard distant steps walking into the lair. By the pattern and weight he concluded that it was you, although it sounded like you were dragging your feet, which was unusual for you. He looked up from his work for a second, tilting his head to pay attention to any more sounds coming from your direction. He was about to go back to his project when he heard some clattering and your curses echoing through the main room. 

With a slightly amused sigh the turtle got up and went to see what was going on, but his heart betrayed him. He tried looking cool on the surface, yet he couldn‘t deny that there was also a hint of concern in the haste of his steps. When he arrived to where you were, he took a moment to take in the sight: you looked pretty dishevelled but in a comical way, your hair was a mess, your clothes hung on your body not quite how they were supposed to, and there was the distinct smell of liquor surrounding you.

You had already taken off one shoe and were unsuccessfully trying to rid yourself of the other, but had evidently fallen over, hence the noise earlier. Now you were half leaning, half lying on the table in the main room, the objects that had previously been on it now scattered on the floor.

Once you more or less found your balance again, you finally noticed Donnie was already standing there, giving you a once-over with a light shake of his head. At the sight of him you couldn‘t hold back a giggle, and you looked up at him. Your eyes were glossed over and unfocused, and a silly grin was plastered on your face. That‘s when he realised: you were drunk off your butt. 

“Oh wow“ is all he decided to comment about your state. Without another word he approached you and let you lean into his side as he helped you to the guest room in the lair. By now, it had essentially been claimed by you and everyone called it “your room”, given how often you had stayed the night at the lair.

“I take it you had fun” Donnie said, more as an observation rather than a question, shaking his head at the smell of booze. You really needed a shower, but that would have to wait until morning.

“Hmm~” you confirmed, your feet tripping over themselves, but Donnie’s firm grip kept you from falling face-first into the floor.

Somewhere in the haze of your mind, you recognised that this wasn’t the first time this was happening. You remembered a handful of other times where you had gotten back drunk, and Donnie had taken care of you. He always had. After all, he was a turtle of few words but of actions. And oh did his action speak.

As you slowly made your way to the room, it occurred to you that the only reason you allowed yourself to get this drunk in the first place was because you knew that there would be someone back home to take care of you.

Heh, home, you think, smiling up at the turtle pressed to your side.

Yeah, by now the lair felt like your home. Or rather, the people in the lair made it feel like home. 

Your eyes remained on Donnie, and you felt a new wave of warmth grow from your insides until it reached your already flushed cheeks, and it wasn’t the alcohol this time.

You had known the turtle brothers for so long now; when had been the first time you had felt this way? You couldn’t remember. You did remember however, that the moment you had seen him, deep within your heart you had known he was the one.

Once finally at the bed, Donnie helped you get your remaining shoe off as well as your jacket and other garments that would be uncomfortable to sleep in. He set you down softly to sit on the mattress and leaned back up, but you didn’t let go, fisting the fabric of his shirt at his chest to keep him eye-level with you.

He looked at you with confusion and slight concern, and sat on the edge of the bed, placing his hand over yours trying to loosen your grip.

Taking a deep breath, you thought about how the other reason you allowed yourself to get this drunk was because with every glass you drank at the bar, you hoped you would be brave enough to confess your feelings for Donnie once you got home to him. Looks like it finally worked, you thought contently to yourself as you climbed into the bed.

“Donnie” you said firmly but barely louder than a whisper, your gaze finding his in the blur that was the room. He merely hummed in response, waiting for you to continue.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You hoped that even after the hangover (which was inevitably coming your way), you’d be able to remember the soft smile he gave you, the softest you had seen on him yet.

“I think I’m okay with that.” he responded just as softly, and your grin only grew wider.

Sleep was already taking over your senses, but you didn’t miss the gentle kiss to your temple as he tucked you in.

~~~~~

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[014miki]

Hello! I saw your yandere Johnny and Smoke headcanons and I really enjoyed reading them! If it's okay with you, would you be willing to do something similar with Rain? Thank you so much in advance! You're very talented and I love your work :)

omg rain <3 yes, sure and trank you for that!

If you don't like it, let me know so I can modify it and make it more to your liking.

♥︎‹ 𖤩 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐈'𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 .

TW: dark concept, yandere themes, violence, unhealthy jealousy, carefulness, non-gender specific (yippie) and song lyrics (not at all).

rain / zeffeero x reader. (yandere version)

✦ tomas vrbada version here!

✦ johnny cage version here!

a/n: ¡First of all! I'm aware of what the song is about, however since i've seen it on several "yandere playlists" i thought it would be a good idea, apart from if you look at it another way, the song fits in a certain way (or so i think) and thank you for continuing to support me, i appreciate it very much. By follow me, giving heart or make a request, your support me a lot and so... i appreciate it a lot.

> used song: honey i'm home by ghost and pals.

＞﹏＜"he's meet you during the event that empress Sindel had organized, he was amazed by you who felt that need to know absolutely everything about you in a twisted way."

⛈️ ▋୨★« ་. 01.- ¿Who were you? You were someone special to him despite never having spoken to each other, socializing was not his strong point, ¿okay?

⛈️ ▋୨★« ་. 02.- Everytime he's think... ¿what it will feel like to have a relationship with you? ¿have you had anyone else before him? It doesn't matter, he would be responsible for being the last and if not, he would be the first and only one in your life.

⛈️ ▋୨★« ་. 03.- His tendencies are extremely big, bigger than a river, he was aware of what would happen if he took the life of someone in your name but ¿what difference does it make? It has a reason and whoever agrees ¡great! Who's not, will have their lungs full of water very soon…

⛈️ ▋୨★« ་. 04.- The outworld for him in a way it was "his home" but lately that has changed. ¿Why does everyone have a "where to go after work" and he's not? He questions himself about that, however he couldn't help but think ¿How would you receive him after he arrived at "the where"? It must be the most satisfying thing i would feel, without more or less... I would try to persuade you.

One of these days... I could say with complete freedom; ¡honey, I'm home! and make you completely of his property, do not think that he will be someone soft with the punishments he will exert on you, every action has a reaction. Maybe you'll turn a bad night into a good day. Never you escape from him, never...

¿WHATS HAPPEND YOU TRY ESCAPE?

Obviously thats not good end, but not worry, not's losting everyting, not at all. You have a choise or well... you will have to pay but not there wasn't really a chance to escape, rather a chance to go out and see the sun. He never would let you escape from his mercy, you would drive him completely crazy to the point that he is capable of flooding an entire city to make you leave you hiding place. ¿Really you wish that?

─ "To get out of here is to promise me a kiss darling. In any case, you have no other alternatives that do not cost more than what you are able to pay." He looks at you smiling, underneath that facade were hidden desires darker than a stolen kiss.

You look at a mirror from your side, you see your reflection and mentally you say: "Never look behind the mirror again rear-view mirror."

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Hi! new follower here! I really, I mean really love your writing!!

If asks are still open can i request 141 + LV, Konig & Horangi x GN!Civvie!Reader?? I know this might be cringe,,

(You can delete this if asks are closed!!)

Civvie!Reader is a happy person but is also depressed but secretly takes Prozac? (Also known as Happy Pills, if i'm not wrong) They don't know about it because they go on missions for like months and stuff,, but they get suspicious of her because Civvie!Reader acts strangely?? How will they react if they found out Civvie!Reader takes happy pills??

Also, please take your time and take care of yourself!!! 💖

H A P P Y H O U S E

Task Force 141 (+König, Horangi & LV) + gn! reader

AHHHHHH. Thank you so so much🥹🥹 I really appreciate your kind words 💘 I love this idea so much because I also do take meds to calm my anxieties and continue living a "normal" life. I love this ask sm, thank you for requesting it :) I hope you love this❣️❣️ Have a wonderful day <3

P.S: This wasn’t cringe at all🩷 Feel free to send anything you want without any second thoughts <3

P.P.S: I had to use google translate for the spanish words so I‘m sorry if there are any mistakes 😅 Correct me if I wrote something wrong <3

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König

König returned from another intense mission, a mix of exhaustion and adrenaline coursing through his veins. You awaited his arrival, a subtle smile playing on your lips despite the hidden battles within your mind. And you’re really good at hiding it because not even a soldier knows about your secret.

The two of you had built a connection that transcended the chaos of König's missions, finding solace in the moments you shared.

As König settled into the room, he noticed a subtle change in you. Your normally vibrant energy seemed to be not there and a shadow lingered behind your smile. Unbeknownst to him, you navigated the depths of depression, relying on a secret source of solace – the Prozac you secretly took.

Months passed, and the suspicion grew like an insidious seed in König's mind. The observant operative couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with you, the person he cared for deeply. Yet, the nature of his missions kept him away for extended periods, leaving a void where questions were left in his mind. Was it just you going through a phase or is it just a bad month for you?

One day, as he returned from a particularly grueling mission, the atmosphere between you two shifted. König's piercing gaze met yours, seeking answers veiled behind your eyes. Sensing his unease, you attempted to deflect, keeping the shadows of your struggles hidden.

However, the walls of secrecy could only hold for so long. König, driven by concern and a deep-rooted connection, pressed further, demanding the truth "Schatz, please tell me why you’re acting off these days? Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" . Your heart raced as you hesitated, contemplating whether to expose the truth about the Happy Pills that kept your internal storms at bay.

With a heavy sigh, you confessed, explaining the battles fought in silence, the pills as your silent rises. The revelation hung in the air, a delicate balance between vulnerability and the strength that kept you going.

König faced a moment of internal conflict which was very unlikely for a soldier like him. His commitment to duty clashed with the newfound knowledge of your struggles. The air thickened with tension as he absorbed the weight of your revelation.

With a steady hand, König reached out, offering support in a way only he could. The revelation became a turning point, fostering a deeper connection that transcended the chaos of missions. This was not just your mission but also his.

Simon Riley

You radiated happiness in your everyday life. The laughter that echoed in your shared apartment seemed to drown out the chaos of the world outside. Unbeknownst to Simon, beneath your cheerful facade, you struggled with a persistent darkness that only you knew too well.

Months passed, and Simon's returns became less about the joyous reunions and more about the subtle observations. He noticed the moments when you seemed lost in thought, your laughter a bit too forced, your smiles not reaching your eyes. Concern etched across his face as he began to piece together the puzzle of your shifting demeanor.

One evening, after a particularly challenging mission, Simon returned home to find you sitting on the couch, staring into the void. The apartment, usually filled with the sound of your laughter, now felt heavy with an unspoken tension.

"Hey," Simon greeted, concern etched on his face. "Is everything okay?"

You hesitated, battling the conflicting emotions within. "Yeah, just a tough day, you know?"

Simon nodded, recognizing the weight of their shared profession. "You can always talk to me, you know."

As the weeks passed, Simon's concern grew. The distance between you widened, and the moments of joy became fleeting. One day, unable to bear the weight of your secret any longer, you decided to share the truth.

"Simon," you began, your voice wavering. "There's something I need to tell you."

His piercing blue eyes met yours, urging you to continue.

"I... I'm taking pills, for my depression…" you confessed, the words heavy with vulnerability. "It helps me cope, especially when you're away for so long."

Simon's expression shifted from confusion to understanding. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry," you admitted, tears welling up in your eyes. "I wanted to be strong for you, for us."

He sighed, reaching out to gently cup your face. "You don't have to carry this alone. Remember our vows to each other, y/n?"

John MacTavish

Months passed, marked by the silence of lonely nights and the constant hum of worry that clung to your thoughts. When Soap returned, his presence was a comforting storm that swept through the apartment. You welcomed him with a smile, hiding your internal struggles behind a façade of joy.

Yet, the missions took a toll on you, and Prozac became your silent ally. It was your lifeline, a small pill that held the power to lift the heavy fog that sometimes clouded your mind. As the days unfolded, Soap grew more observant, sensing subtle shifts in your behavior.

One evening, after a particularly challenging mission, Soap's gaze lingered on you as you sat on the edge of the bed, lost in your own thoughts. He sat down beside you, his eyes reflecting concern.

"You've been acting strangely, love. Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice a gentle inquiry.

You hesitated, the weight of your secret pressing against your chest. "Yeah, just... a bit tired, you definitely know what I‘m talking about, no?"

But Soap was perceptive, his military instincts attuned to the slightest deviations. "It's more than that, isn't it? You can talk to me, you know."

The words hung in the air, and you felt the weight of the truth pressing against your lips. This time your heart is talking instead of your brain. Because your heart has had enough.

"I... I've been struggling, Johnny. It's hard when you're away for so long. I just wanted to be the happy person you deserve."

His expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. "You don't have to pretend with me, love. We’re getting married in 2 Months. Stop pretending please."

You took a deep breath, the secret threatening to spill out. "There's something else," you confessed, and with shaky hands, you revealed the pill bottle. "I take these... for the low days. To stay afloat when you're not around."

Soap's brows furrowed as he processed the revelation. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You looked down, guilt and fear intertwined. "I didn't want you to worry. You have enough with the missions.This shouldn’t be another mission for you."

He gently lifted your chin, his eyes locking onto yours. "Love, your well-being is my priority. I want to be there for you, through the good and the challenging times." Johnny embraced you, the warmth of his presence

"We'll face this together," he murmured.

John Price

In the living room, John sat on the couch, cleaning his trusty M1911. You joined him on the couch, a book in hand, but your gaze was distant.

Price noticed your mood change. Concern etched across his rugged features, he gently asked, "Everything okay, love?"

You managed a smile, a facade you'd perfected over time. "Just tired, love. You know how it is."

He studied you for a moment, a war-hardened man with a keen eye for subtleties. "You've been different lately. Something on your mind?"

The weight of your secret pressed on you, but you dismissed it with a casual shrug. "Just the usual stress. Nothing I can't handle."

John , however, was not convinced. He set aside his gun-cleaning kit and turned to face you, his eyes locked onto yours. "You can talk to me, you know that, right?"

Your heart ached with a mixture of love and guilt. "I appreciate that, really, but some things are better left unsaid."

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One evening, as Price returned from a particularly grueling mission, he noticed the pill bottle peeking out from your bag. His expression shifted from exhaustion to concern and worry. "What's this, love?"

You hesitated, caught off guard by the discovery. "It's just something to help me cope. No big deal."Price's eyes bore into yours, searching for answers. "Coping with what, exactly?"

Torn between honesty and protecting him from the harsh reality, you sighed. "Life, John. It gets heavy sometimes."

He sat down beside you, his rough hand finding yours. "You don't have to carry it alone. Talk to me."

And so, the conversation unfolded—a delicate dance between confession and reassurance. "I wish you had told me earlier," he admitted, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "We face enough demons out there. Let me help you battle the ones within."

Kyle Garrick

Kyle, fresh from a lengthy mission, entered the apartment he shared with you. The scent of your favorite coffee filled the air, but something seemed off. As he approached, he noticed you sitting on the couch, staring into space, a faint smile playing on your lips.

"Hey, love. Missed you," Kyle greeted, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned into the hug, but there was a distant look in your eyes.

"Missed you too, Kyle" you replied, your voice lacking the usual enthusiasm.

Concern etched across his face, Kyle sat down beside you. "Is everything okay, love? You seem a bit... off."

You sighed, hesitating for a moment before opening up. "I've just been feeling a bit down, but nothing serious. Just life stuff, you know?"

His brows furrowed with worry. "You can talk to me about anything, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know," you said, forcing a smile. "I just need some time to sort things out. It's nothing you need to worry about."

Over the next few days, Kyle couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. You became more withdrawn, and he often caught you staring into space, lost in your thoughts. Finally, unable to contain his concern any longer, he gently broached the subject.

"Baby, I can't help but notice that you've been acting a bit... different. Are you sure you're okay?"

Your heart raced, but you maintained your composure. "I appreciate your concern, Kyle, but I promise it's just a rough patch. I'll get through it."

Despite your reassurances, Kyle's concern lingered. One evening, he accidentally stumbled upon a small prescription bottle while searching for something in the apartment.

"What's this?" he asked, holding up the Prozac bottle.

You froze, your heart pounding. "It's just... something to help me stay balanced. Don't worry about it."

His expression shifted from confusion to understanding. "You've been taking Happy Pills? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to burden you with my problems, especially when you're out there risking your life on missions," you confessed, avoiding eye contact.

Kyle gently lifted your chin, making you meet his gaze. "You're not a burden, You. We're in this together. I want to be there for you, no matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you finally let your guard down. "I didn't want you to see me as weak or incapable of handling things."

Kyle hugged you tightly. "You're not weak, and taking medication doesn't change how strong you are. I just want to support you, okay?"

Horangi

You sat on the couch, anxiously twirling a strand of your hair as you waited for Horangi to return from his latest mission. You were grateful for the moments you shared when he was home, but the weight of your secret lingered like a shadow.

Horangi finally walked through the door, a weary but triumphant smile on his face. He dropped his gear by the entrance and moved towards you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "Missed you," he murmured against your hair.

"I missed you too, Horangi," you replied, managing a smile despite the persistent unease within you. The balance between the joy of his return and the fear of your secret being exposed was a constant struggle.

Horangi began to notice subtle changes in your behavior. Your laughter didn't ring as true, and the spark in your eyes seemed to flicker at times. This evening, he caught you staring into space, lost in thought.

"Is everything okay, love?" he asked, concern etching his features.

You looked up, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just tired from work, you know?" It was a half-truth, one you had repeated countless times. The Prozac helped you maintain a semblance of normalcy, but the battle was getting harder to overcome.

But it didn’t stop here.

Horangi's suspicions deepened each time. He decided to confront you one evening, concern etched across his face. "You've been distant, and I can't shake the feeling that something's off. Please, talk to me."

You took a deep breath, hesitating before finally deciding to trust him. "Horangi, I've been struggling. I... I take Prozac."

His brows furrowed in confusion. "Prozac? Why? What's going on?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you began to unravel the truth. "I've been dealing with depression, and these pills help me get through the tough times. I didn't want you to worry, especially with your missions taking you away for so long."

His expression softened as he took in the weight of your confession. "You should have told me, Y/N. I'm here for you my beautiful partner."

"I was afraid, Horangi. Afraid that you'd see me differently, that you'd worry too much," you admitted, vulnerability laid bare.

He gently cupped your face, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. "I love you, and I want to be here for you. We're in this together, remember? You don't have to carry this burden alone, my Love."

Alejandro

Alejandro returned after a long mission. You greeted him with a bright smile, your eyes hiding the sadness within. The two of you had found peace and happiness in each other. But what he didn’t know is that you are on the edge of falling apart.

Alejandro continued his missions, leaving you to navigate through your own life. You maintained the façade of a happy soul, laughter echoing through the rooms when he was around. But, behind closed doors, you confronted the darkness, relying on Prozac.

One evening, as Alejandro unpacked his gear, he noticed the subtle changes in your behavior—the lingering sadness, the guarded moments when your eyes flickered with pain. Concern etched across his face, he gently inquired, "Something seems off, mi amor. Is everything okay?"

You hesitated, crafting a smile to mask the turmoil within. "I'm fine, just a bit tired, you know?" But Alejandro wasn't easily convinced.

He took your hands, his gaze penetrating. "You can tell me anything. We're in this together."

Your breath hitched, torn between the desire to confide and the fear of burdening him. "I... sometimes struggle with my emotions, but it's nothing major. I promise."

His eyes softened with understanding. "You don't have to carry it alone, cariño. We face battles together, remember?"

Alejandro observed the nuances in your behavior, the way you withdrew when the darkness loomed. The realization struck him as he stumbled upon the carefully concealed bottle of your happy pills, after deciding to put his clothes into the washing machine. A torrent of emotions flooded him—concern, empathy, and a tinge of hurt that you hadn't told him.

Quietly, he approached you, holding the bottle. "I found this. Why didn't you tell me?"

Tears welled in your eyes as you stammered, "uh…I uhm..I didn't want to burden you. You have enough on your plate with missions."

His gaze softened, and he cupped your face. "We face these things together, remember? Your pain is mine too."

Rodolfo

Rudy‘s daily life was on his extended missions, you on the other hand navigated your daily life, concealing a battle against depression. The small pills were your silent companions, providing a fragile balance to the storm within. Despite the challenges, you maintained a facade of happiness, always eager to cherish the fleeting moments when Rudy returned home.

Rudy,because of his strong instincts, noticed subtle changes in your behavior upon each return. Your laughter seemed a bit forced, and the sparkle in your eyes, though still present, appeared dimmed. Concern grew on his face as he began to sense something‘s wrong, forcing him to investigate.

The evening Rudy saw you sitting on the couch, lost in thought after having dinner together. His expression softened as he took in the weariness etched across your face. "You okay, amor?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You forced a smile, brushing off his worries with practiced ease. "Just tired, babe. You know how it is."

However, Rodolfo, read in reading between the lines, wasn't easily convinced. He persisted, gently pressing you to share your burdens. As you hesitated, a moment of vulnerability slipped through, prompting you to reveal the existence of the little pills that brought temporary peace to your depression.

Rodolfo's eyes widened in realization as the pieces of the puzzle started falling into place. He listened attentively as you explained the battles you fought silently while he was away. The weight of your revelation hung in the air.

A mix of worry, guilt, and love clouded Rodolfo's features. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered, his voice heavy with regret.

"I didn't want to burden you with my problems. You have enough problems with your missions," you admitted, a pang of guilt creeping into your voice.

Rudy, however, embraced you, dispelling the notion that your struggles were a burden. "You're not alone in this, my love. I love youu" he asserted, his commitment unwavering.

[xpau-official]

I have noticed a lot of people ask the sans', but how about the papyrus'? How are they?

(P.S.: Fresh may favourite parasite can you look after the author for me? I don't know how much asks they receive in a day but yk make sure they don't overwhelm themselves kk??)

They’ve moved on.

(Kk, brah! I’ve been watching this here inbox and brah, it is piling up! There’s gotta be at least 120 letters in here! Ya really like the answers that the broski’s are giving, don’tcha? It’s all cool! Author brah doesn’t wanna close up the box ‘cuz it’s fun to hear ya, but it’s probs gonna take a ‘lil while ‘till you’re gonna get some responses, ‘kay? It ain’t your fault, brosephs!

Of course, a rad ton of them are repeats. I try to group them up to make it easier, but it ain’t easy! We got like, 5 more letters flying at us after we send back one! It’s crazy dawg!

I got a P.S from ‘em too, right here… Said that “Mistletoepartyau ain’t gonna be a thing ‘cuz they take too long. Sorry to ruin your vibe, yo!”. So peeps have been all up sendin’ asks for more mistletoe action? Aw brah, you’re all a buncha sinners, aren’t cha? Heheheh!!

But sorry brah! Looks like only Dusty brah is gonna get under that holiday magic, at least for now! I know, that’s totes unfair, right?!

We already got the rad XOXO’s going on, but there’s a lotta other questions that link back to older stuff here. We’ll try our best to get through ‘em, so take it easy on us, ‘kay brah?

Author here is doing fine tho! I’m sure it can get a tad overwhelming to manage all this, but it’s aight! I’ve been keeping up with those reminders about takin’ your time n whatnot. So it’s all chill!

Thanks for the rad ask, yo! We both appreciate it! ♥︎)

[temmtamm]

Hello! I hope you're having a nice day ^^

I was wondering if you could write a rise!Donnie x gn reader where the reader is kinda insecure of their intelligence? Since Donnie is a genius in a lot of things but reader isn't all that smart (can't even stand math, physics or chemistry) but they understand feelings more and like dancing and being in movement. I hope it makes sense lol, English isn't my mother tongue.

Remember to stay hydrated and safe!!

➴DONNIE WITH STREET SMART S/O➶

(Asks are open and appreciated)

Papers upon papers were skewered around the office as (Y/N) chewed at the end of their pen, their brows scrunched up in agitation as they did so.

They hated deadlines. They hated that they had to sit down and finish this shit when it wasn’t even done to begin with. It was like everything else went out the window and they hated it. It was only standard math, it shouldn't be that bad- And yet they've been here in the lair for hours on end. They even had to skip out of hanging out and dancing with Mikey after the two planned for this to be their chill day.

This all would've been okay if they were alone, but there was other people in the lair which made them feel as if they were stupid whenever one passed by and saw that they did no progress on their work.

"I hate school...I should've dropped out and became a stripper-" (Y/N) whined in defeat, letting their face fall onto the table in front of them.

The sudden sound of shuffling alerted them to the presence of someone next to them. It didn't take long for (Y/N) to pick their head up, and instead find that it was Donnie sitting on the edge of their desk, a hand coming up to rest against his neck. "You're still going at this?? This can't be that hard." (Y/N) groaned and tried to shield their work with their hand to avoid any comments. "You're just saying that cause you're a genius. This is actually really hard, Don."

Donnie raised a brow at that as a smile crept on his face. "Though I am flattered that thou recognized thy genius-" Oh, he's talking in that Shakespeare tone. (Y/N) hated that Shakespeare tone. "-One of the questions is quite literally 2+2." He finished, earning a glare from his lover.

"Yeah well, I don't know what to do. My grade's dropping because of these stupid tests. The only way I'm ever getting into MIT is through these damn tests." (Y/N) huffed, pushing their chair back as they got up. "Please, either help or get out.." Donnie smirked, opening his mouth up again to let another slide comment slip out, though immediately closed it once he saw (Y/N)'s face.

"Wait....Are you actually upset?" He asked, looking surprised. He never saw the usually upbeat (Y/N) like this. They always seemed so social and easy going, it was odd to see them being so stressed about this type of thing. "Don, you know I'm not good at this stuff....A bit ironic a genius is dating a dumbass, huh?" (Y/N) tried to ease the mood with a joke, but when they looked back up at Donnie they saw that he was almost offended that they could call themselves that.

"Look, (Y/N). I know it's odd for me, the funny, gorgeous, absolutely handsome-"

"Get to the point, Don-Tron."

"Right...I know it's odd see me get serious but you're not stupid. You're smart in your own right. You actually know how to talk to people, how to always lift a mood, plus not to mention those dance skills- Besides the point. What I'm trying to say is that you are smart, you are just....As people would put it "Street smart"."

He reached his hands out to cup (Y/N)'s face and place a kiss on their forehead. It was a small gesture but a much appreciated one as (Y/N) knew how indifferent he was to physical contact.

"You're still bad at math though." (Y/N) flashed a toothy grin at Donnie, knowing that he is just saying that as a joke to cover up the fact that he was emotionally vulnerable for a moment.

"Does that mean you'll help me??"

"Fiiine!! What's the first question?"

Thanks for watching ♥︎

[writingquestionsanswered]

You're so wonderful for creating this blog. I always come here for advice because it really helps, but when it's finally answered I can't help but feel a little guilty for some reason. Thank you so much for all your advice, it's very appreciated <3

My goodness, no! Never feel guilty! I'm here because I choose to be, and I always prioritize my own writing and life ahead of the blog, so please don't ever feel like you're taking away. ♥

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Hello! May I ask ❤️ 1,3 and 4 for Lilia? Thanks!

Lilia Vanrouge: 

1. ♥ Do they seek out love or let it find them? Are they even interested in romance?

Lilia has no issue patiently waiting for that one special person. He can’t say it’s at the forefront of his mind but he’s not adverse to the idea either. He was more worried when he was younger about finding that ‘forever person’ but at this point, he wants to live as he wishes. If love comes along it’s another experience to add into his book of life, but he’ll appreciate all the love he already has in his life at the moment.

3. ♥ Tell us about a time they were rejected.

It felt like it happened so long ago, and Lilia had felt quite scorned at the time though now it felt silly. He wasn’t naïve when he was a younger fae but he was stubborn, and he was very much in love with a brazen warrior who had no interest in being in love. He had wasted his own time in attempting to woo her as she made her intentions clear from the start but he felt like he couldn’t turn around now; she had inspired his love of travel and despite not seeing her for a great deal of years, he hopes she’s doing well.

4. ♥ Do they spend a lot of time in the courting stage or attempt to get to first base as fast as possible?

Lilia is going to take his time. He has a lot to him and it’s not so easy to get to know a person just within the first few weeks of dating them. Even years later, there can be moments where a rarely seen habit pops up; it helps to keep things fresh and to continue surprising each other. As a fae he doesn’t really feel like time is an issue but depending on your own timeline, he might be willing to speed up the process.

15. ♥ Do they enjoy talking to their partners before going to sleep or is it straight to dreamland?

Lilia can be a chatterbox when he wants to be. It’ll normally be about something new that happened that day with Silver and Malleus, or something amusing Sebek did that Lilia was still giggling over. You like having these little bedtime chats with Lilia because it makes you feel warm and cozy, like you’re a couple whose been married for a century.

16. ♥ Do they have at least one bonding activity they devote to doing with their partner exclusively?

He likes to listen to or make music together. If you play an instrument it’s even better and he’ll have you put on little concerts for him, but he enjoyed doing things like karaoke too. His skill at said hobby is questionable at best but he couldn’t help that he enjoyed hearing your voice.

17. ♥ What sort of characteristics or quirks draw them to someone?

Wise beyond their years.

Fun-loving.

Witty.

Interest in traveling/other cultures.

Curious.

[missnobodymadness]

Ayo hope you are having a great day! Im no good in asks but i had one in mind, and an oc interaction question:

I see that Myline survives. Did she had any reaction to losing any of the Akatsuki members? Or she didnt react at all?

Also if she were to meet Rinto as a fellow member, and get to know him, what would she think of him??

Hiii!

First of all I'd like to thank you for the ask, it really means a lot to me to see people showing some interest on my characters. ♥

And no worries! Your asks were actually very interesting and I am happy to answer them as best as I can!

Yes, Myline survives and is still alive in Boruto! While she can be seen as a stoic person, Myline actually feels a bit too much, she was just forced to oppress her emotions all her life. Despite being hard to approach, she actually had some very strong bonds within the Akatsuki organization, such as Konan, Nagato, Itachi, Deidara and Kisame. Itachi death destroyed her, she had lost her soul mate after all. Unfortunately for her, she had no time to rest and proccess his loss properly because she had to focus on her pregnancy as she was very close to give birth at the time, she tried to keep going as best as she could, for both of them and her child.

Since these two deaths happened pretty close to each other, she only finds out about Deidara's death when she gets back looking for Obito. She took it badly and got really mad as she felt that Deidara's death was totally unnecessary and could have been avoided if he wasn't so petty, she then remembered their fights and how she always used to tell him that his stubbornness and spiteful nature would be his demise and finally allowed herself to cry a bit.

Shortly after she loses Nagato, Kisame and then Konan, her bond with Nagato and Konan, especially the latter, was really strong, possibly as strong as Itachi's. Once again she felt like she was being punished for everything bad she had done in her life, she couldn't believe she had just lost her best friend Konan, her inspiration Nagato and the guy she loved to have deeper conversations with, aka Kisame, but little did she know that Konan had met her demise at Obito's hands. As always, she directed her growing hate towards the wrong person and village because she unfortunately does that a lot, she didn't do anything to aveng due to her current vulnerability state and she regrets it because her hate still consumes her sometimes.

Also, Obito, he pretty much raised her after Madara's death, so she had a bond with him, a toxic one because of how abusive he was to her, but still a bond. Their bond was very fragile at the time, as she had found out what truly happened to her best friend very recently. At the time of his death she was already trapped under the Infinite Tsukuyomi genjutsu, she didn't saw it happen but eventually felt some grief for him once everything ended, mostly because she still felt she owed him her life.

Overall we can see by her actions in Boruto that she has somehow developed some sort of a traumatic response to all these losses (example: Avoiding interacting with people, running away even though she was finally starting to be more welcome in Konoha, etc), she surely needed time to proccess everything, it was all too fast and during her most vulnerable moment (aka pregnancy and motherhood), because of that and the inability to mourn, everything accumulated, building anger, frustration and loneliness inside her.

As for her interaction with Rinto if they ever met, I feel like at first she wouldn't be very friendly, but that's not Rinto's fault at all, she just has too many layers to peel and it takes some time to get under them. It also depends on the situation, but Rinto has a big advantage with Myline: His relationship with Itachi and Kisame. I feel like his bond with them would help making their interactions easier as they would have a common ground for starters. Myline would certainly appreciate the fact that Rinto cares about them enough to get protective over them. Something that I am sure Myline would be amazed to see is Rinto's shapeshifting abilities!

According to the information you once gave me, Rinto seems to be a respectful person, or at least respectful towards his Akatsuki fellow members, which is something Myline really appreciates so I feel like they'd respect each other mutually and get along even if only casually, bonus points if Rinto is into deep conversations and books, then she'd probably love him and spend some time discussing interesting topics and perspectives. xD The good thing about Myline is that if Rinto manages to get under her layers, he will have a very loyal friend for the rest of his or her life (depending on who would die first of course eheh) as Myline is extremely loyal to the ones she cares about.

They are both driven by something in common though: Protecting the ones they care and love. Myline would certainly respect that.

ALSOOO, if I remember right, Rinto doesn't get along with Hidan either, right? Because I can already imagine Myline and Rinto reforcing each other stances about him during the Akatsuki reunions/meetings just to get on his nerves and then blame him when things escalate. LMAO

Thank you so so much once again, I had lots of fun answering these questions! :D

[etinceelle]

My heart goes out to you, I’m so sorry you are fraught right now and I hope I can give you some strength for today. I would make a comment about the impact your creations have on me personally, but maybe centering my condolences on your art (fantastic as it is) wouldn’t be very sensitive to how you’re feeling rn. Heartache can engulf all our creative energy

I just hope this message helps even a little bit, you seem really nice and I want you to be ok even though we’ve never met

(This is my first ask— not sure if I’m supposed to literally ask a question. Um, maybe if it hasn’t been asked yet, what inspired you into making your own music compositions?)

That's super sweet, thank you so much ♥♥ And to reassure you even if they're called "asks" you can also simply leave messages like these, I appreciate it :)

It's true that drawing is more difficult right now, I managed to doodle something today after getting some inspiration, I just changed and went on Procreate again instead of using my usual tablet and software, I needed something smaller and "messy", also my cat Citrouille was taking all the place on my desk and I just wanted to cuddle and let her sleep so I just drew next to her (with the small place she gave me aha)

I'm glad to know my art inspire you, even during time like these, I'm happy to know about that, and I'm also happy you consider my current feelings as well so thank you ♥

As for music composition, I always loved to "compose" music in my head but it always stayed only there, and even if I studied music at the conservatory (I was in a choir for a few years and learned cello and music theory for 2 years) it's something that was there before I started to study there. I don't really like to write music and I'm not the best at it, so I just love to do it with feeling. Music is already a huge inspiration in my life and I guess I could associate music to every single moment of my life, and drawings as well. And at some point I also wanted to really do something of my own but for real, not only in my head, and associate it with drawings/animations, because it's a complement and it feels like stuff comes to life and it's such a great feeling

[frottana-sims]

2023 Tumblr Top 10

Time to see what I post on my main blog this year. Feels like there wasn’t that much posts (only 43). Hopefully this will change in the next year. 

1. 76 notes - Aug 25 2023

» This was my first makeover in 1.5 years! But it was so much fun doing it. It turned out so well that I placed a slightly edited version in Purple River. 

2. 53 notes - Feb 12 2023

» Apropos apartments, the little sneak peak of the other apartments that are now in Purple River seems to have been well appreciated. It's about time I uploaded them. 😅

3. 42 notes - Jan 7 2023

» Another sneak peak of a “new” community lot in Purple River - Rusty Knives

4. 37 notes - Aug 18 2023

» In summer I finished the 16th round of Purple River ♥

5. 33 notes - Mar 5 2023

Hello ^-^ your sims are so cute! Can you share your favorite makeup? Thank you!

» Just a list about my all-time favorite and used make up. I should really work on my resource list, but I know that will never happen.  😅 So if you are interested in something, just ask. :3

6. 27 notes - Nov 10 2023

» It's just me - but this little "challenge" was a lot of fun and I really loved seeing all your little versions :3

7. 25 notes - Jun 10 2023

» Somehow you guys were pretty excited about this update. xD 

8. 22 notes - Jul 5 2023

Hey! The 16th round is now over. :3 I've even started the next one, but unfortunately haven't got around to filling the queue...

» I started with posting round 17. But unfortunately, the frequency of updates wasn't as consistent as it could be. I was more interested in just playing my game than posting the updates - oops..

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Simming Goals 2023

» lol I've been posting so less that my simming goals are in this list. xD

10. 18 notes - May 14 2023

15 questions for 15 mutuals

» At least I was around enough to get tagged for this question thing.  😅

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[ophelia-writes-stuff]

♥ power of my love . part 3 ♥

. pairing : yandere!austin!elvis x fem!reader

. summary / request : you're a pretty small and local fashion designer, so you are both thrilled and nervous when you get a call from a long-time friend of yours, steve, who tells you that he's got a job for you in vegas for no other than elvis presley. when the two of you meet, sparks fly, but you can't help but notice a more sinister underlining to your friendly relationship as time goes on.

. notes / warning : fluff / flirting, unpredictable behavior, swearing, power imbalances, blackmail, allusions to stalking, threatening, (pretty yandere themes in general, but not too dark-- yet).

. word count : 3.4k

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. series masterlist (for all parts and warnings)

tags: @venus-haze, @luckyevansstan, @rxsesss, @ggxsan, @galaxygirl453, @bobbykennedyfan (if you'd like your name to be removed/added, pls just ask me!)

It came to you as quite a relief how Elvis didn't mention anything about the previous day to you the next time you spoke, and the time after that, and the time after that. You were initially terrified at the prospect of the topic being used as the subject of a conversation, or for it to somehow be mentioned, but it never was. You were even beginning to question if what happened was a figment of your imagination-- if you were simply stretching the memory in your own mind to appear as if it were more surprising than it was when it really happened.

Regardless, you did your best to distract yourself from the topic as you finished working on Elvis's leather suit. You were almost embarrassed to admit that you'd only indeed be comfortable once you were able to leave the show once it was finished and join Steve and his crew, but it was true. As much as you appreciated Elvis's company, you would be lying if you didn't say that you considered it possible that what happened that day couldn't happen once more.

Your mind wandered to Steve. You and him, much to your pleasure, had been getting closer over the past couple of weeks. You spoke to him daily, and never forgot every subtle flirty comment he made or every time his skin would brush against your own. Your stomach would erupt with butterflies each and every single time it happened.

Mind delved deep into your work, you didn't notice when the door opened and a man entered. "Looking good, Y/n," a voice commented, and you turned around to face no other than the man you had only just recently been thinking about.

"Do you mean the suit or me?" You questioned boldly, eliciting a small chuckle from Steve. "Both, I suppose," he replied, causing the room to erupt in light-hearted peals of laughter.

"Well, thank you, I suppose," you said once it had quieted down.

"Always."

There was a moment of silence, and you and Steve just stared at each other, each equally engrossed by the other.

"You know, Y/n, I've been meaning to ask you," Steve walked up closer to you and lingered mere feet away. "I was thinking you could end your shift a little early and come have some dinner with me."

You were surprised, to say the least. Although you knew this day was bound to come, you didn't expect him to ask so soon. Still, you were pleased by the question and nodded your head eagerly. "That would be wonderful, Steve."

Steve grinned to himself, satisfied. "I'll come by your office at 4," he said and was gone within the second.

Now even more pleased with yourself than initially, you smiled, unable to hide your rapture as you continued your work.

To say the very least, you couldn't wait for 4 o'clock.

It was nearing 12pm once you'd finished Elvis's leather suit, and you were proud to say that it came out perfectly.

You allowed yourself to take a short lunch break before working on some other less important costumes, and let out a content sigh as you took a bite out of the lunch that you'd packed, glad that everything seemed to be workout out for you at the moment.

"Someone's lookin' mighty pleased with themselves," a husky voice behind you spoke, and even though you tried to restrain it, you simply couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. You'd tried to remain more cautious around Elvis recently, but you couldn't help yourself today.

"I finished your suit," you explained, causing Elvis to quirk an eyebrow as he took a seat in front of you. "Well, can't wait to try it on," he spoke.

At your lack of response to his comment, Elvis tilted his head in curiosity. He observed your perfectly unbridled smile. "You sure there isn't anything else?" He then asked, surprising you. You quickly--perhaps too quickly-- shook your head and allowed your smile to drop.

"Oh, c'mon Y/n," he coaxed, "There has to be somethin' else."

To this, you merely shook your head and averted Elvis's gaze in a feeble attempt to put an end to the conversation. "There isn't."

"Don't lie to me."

You were surprised by the sudden outburst and stared bewildered at Elvis whose expression was angry and determined.

"I- uh--" Fearful due to his change of demeanor, you stammered out whatever you could. "Um, someone asked me out."

Elvis's normally bright blue eyes were now dark and stormy, and his expression caused a shiver to run down your spine. "Who?"

"Steve," you squeaked out the response before you could stop yourself.

Elvis seemed to pause after this, and his attitude suddenly shifted once more. He feigned a smile and offered you a curt nod, "Well, 'm glad to see you so happy," before a silence arose between the two of you.

It unnerved you, truly, how quickly he was able to change his demeanor. Still, you plastered on an albeit shaky smile, afraid that, if you'd do anything else, you might provoke him in some way. "Yeah, I am..." you averted his gaze once more, a certain uneasiness making its way through your body.

"So, are ya' gonna show it to me?" Elvis's previously cool composure was all but forgotten, replaced by a talkative, cheerful one.

You stared at him incredulously, "What?"

Elvis stared back at you, a certain confusion swimming in his eyes. It was as if you were the crazy one in this situation. "The leather suit? You gonna lemme take a look at it?"

Elvis's tone was sincere, and in mere moments, you began to doubt that he even had an outburst-- even the most convincing of actors couldn't pull off something like that.

"Oh, um," your movements were strained as you moved to get up, and all the more so when Elvis followed you. You opened the door to your closet, the normally spacious room rendering you suffocated with him sauntering behind you. "It's here."

Elvis brushed past you as he walked over to the leather suit, his eyes twinkling with admiration. "Wow..." he trailed off as he glided his fingers over the black fabric.

"This is..." he turned back to face you. A smile painted his features. "This is wonderful, darlin'."

You felt your throat go dry at the pet name, and yet you smiled all the same. I'm sure he calls plenty of people that. Must just be a force of habit. You didn't even bother mentioning it, nor did you bother thanking him for his compliment, instead opting for a brisk nod.

And still, much to your dismay, there it was. That same intimate gaze directed at nobody but you, proving your efforts to cause disinterest to spark in Elvis to be futile. You felt so small as he stared at you, raking your body like you were some piece of artwork.

Contrary to the last time, however, you weren't going to let Elvis take advantage of your surprise. "I'm sorry to cut this short, but I think I'll have to be getting back to work," you stated, averting Elvis's intense gaze, though not missing the fact that he was practically boring holes into the back of your head once you did.

"'Course. My bad." Is all he replied, his icy demeanor from moments before returning. You crossed your arms in front of your chest as if to protect yourself, and you watched Elvis exit the room, albeit quite slowly. You let out a breath of relief once he finally did.

"Fuck," you muttered to yourself, taking a seat at your table as you idly toyed with your food. You didn't want to eat anymore-- felt as if the short-lived moment with Elvis had taken away your appetite. "I'm going to be glad when I'm able to leave this place." And it was true. Your ever-growing feeling of discomfort never seemed to cease, and you were glad to know that you'd be across the country soon.

To say that you were nervous for the moment Steve was bound to walk into your office was an understatement, but there weren't any words strong enough in the English dictionary to quite explain your excitement mixed with your high anxiety levels. Your leg bounced up and down in a manic way as you stared at the door, eyes hawkish and incredibly focused.

When an all but silent creaking reached your ears, you shot up and were pleased to find that Steve was there, perfectly on time as he always was. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show," you joked, a mischievous twinkle in your eye in spite of your nervousness. Steve smiled, "I considered it..." you tapped him playfully yet on his shoulder, feigning the expression of hurt on your face. "But then, figured, hey! Why miss a date with such a pretty girl?"

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the comment. Steve grinned as he shook his head and linked your arm with his own, guiding you to his car and opening the door for you.

"Such a gentleman," you muttered to yourself as you took a seat.

"I'd like to think of myself as such." You smiled. You loved this, loved seeing the cheeky side of Steve, loved your playful banter.

The drive there was only filled with more witty banter, and peals of laughter echoed throughout the inside of the car until you exited it.

"You cannot be telling me that you've liked me all these years," you said, baffled by Steve's recent confession. He simply shrugged and nodded in response. "I was too scared to ask you out when I was younger. Didn't think you liked me, so I never mustered the courage to ask you on a date."

To this, you shook your head in disbelief and let out an airy chuckle. "Well, I liked you back then too, and I sure like you a lot now." It seemed almost instinctual to lean up against Steve, and it felt right when he kissed you ever so tenderly, hands cupping your cheeks in such a gentle manner that it made you smile. Kissing him felt like finally connecting that last puzzle piece and creating the perfect picture-- it simply felt right and needed. And by the way your lips meld together, you decided that it was safe to say that he was the one for you, your person. And you were as much his as he was yours.

In the shadows, a man stood, ever so quietly, unperceived by even the most prying of eyes.

His gaze rested intently on the embrace of two figures, and he took note of it, before slipping further into the shadows as if he were never there.

Steve grinned once the two of you pulled apart. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he whispered into your ear, before taking your hand in his softly and leading you into the restaurant.

Steve didn't hold back on any sarcastic comments, nor did he brush over any compliments that make your heart swell. Although heads turned at the loud laughter emitting from your table in the quiet restaurant you were in, neither of you truly cared, too focused on the conversations at hand.

Neither you nor Steve took any notice of how late it was until Steve briefly glanced at his watch, and you observed curiously as his eyes grew wide. He quickly ushered the both of you out of the restaurant after paying the bill, before explaining to you how it was incredibly late and he knew that you'd have to get up early the next morning. To this, you merely shrugged, accustomed to getting minimal amounts of sleep.

He dropped you off at the hotel and gave you a sweet, slow kiss before driving off to who-knows-where.

You quickly walked into your bedroom and collapsed on your bed the moment you got your pajamas on, much too tired to think about anything else and blissfully unaware of the pair of eyes carefully watching your figure.

Things only seemed to get better from that day.

Though the relationship remained mostly secret from everyone else, you didn't mind it, not in the slightest. You found it exhilarating, the idea of keeping something so seemingly important from anyone but you and Steve. It made everything all the more intimate, too.

There was one day, however, that you would have not considered part of the all-time high that was now your life.

You stared, shock overtaking your actions as the TV continued to play, declaring that the president was dead. Everyone was frozen in the room, scared to utter a single word. Even Elvis, one of the most talkative people you knew, was silent, staring blankly in front of himself.

"Steve," a man then whispered, staring at the said man with a sullen expression. "We gotta get back to work."

"Work?" Steve's eyes remained glued on the TV, before he carefully walked forward and turned down the volume. You could sense the conflict that was running through him.

"Listen, I, uh..." he started, eyes now stuck on the floor. "I just wanna say that-- that this nation is hurting. It's lost, you know it... It needs a voice right now to help it heal." His eyes flitted from the floor directly to Elvis. His gaze was intense, determined. "We have to say something. You have to make a statement, E.P."

You'd never really seen the Colonel before, never understood why everyone really hated him besides the fact that he took such a large portion of Elvis's paycheck. It only took moments for you to finally understand. An old man, most likely having eavesdropped on the conversation, walked inside.

"Mr. Presley does not make statements," he spoke incredulously. Everyone turned towards him as he let out a humorless laugh. "He sings 'Here Comes Santa Claus' and wishes everyone 'Merry Christmas and goodnight'." The television was off in seconds.

You tried not to allow your anger to surface as he shot a gaze at each and every one of you before leaving, tried not to yell at him or punch him, simply clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes when his gaze landed on you for fleeting moments.

You were never quite sure if Elvis did make a statement after that day, you didn't want to bother checking only to be disappointed and find that he didn't. And so, after the Colonel left, you too slipped away, later joined by Steve in a comforting embrace.

It felt like a lie to say that it was the last day you'd be working for Elvis, but you were glad. You could hardly keep the grin off of your face all day, that is, until the man himself approached you.

"Y/n," you hadn't even noticed the man enter the room-- much less did you notice his proximity to you, and it caused uneasiness to run down your spine. You all but whirled around, eyes wide in fear to stare at the man. He didn't seem to notice the fright in your eyes-- eagerly mistaking it for surprise.

A wobbly smile took its place on your face. "Mr. Presley," you greeted. You never did like being alone with him.

"How've you been? Haven't seen much of 'ya recently."

That was the point, you wanted to reply, but you were too afraid to do so. "Good, really good, actually." It was an earnest response, but you didn't provide him the details.

"Good," he smiled, "good." He allowed silence to follow before he continued.

"Then I suppose you wouldn't mind me asking you if ya' wanted to come work for me?"

You all but gaped at the sudden question. Work for him? Was he out of his goddamn mind? Working for him for the past couple of weeks had been bad enough. The only thing really keeping you there was Steve. You certainly didn't want it to become something permanent.

"Mr. Presley, I'm flattered, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline." You feigned a polite smile.

At your response, Elvis narrowed his eyes and slowly nodded, and as he turned around to leave, you felt a weight getting lifted off of your chest.

Thank fucking god.

But then, just as you were he was about to open the door and exit the room, he paused, seemed to linger before he turned back to you.

"If you don't mind, of course, may I just ask ya' why?" And then, in moments, there it was. The one question that could be the bane of your existence.

"Well, uh, I actually already accepted a job offer." Instead of nodding and finally leaving you alone, Elvis only walked closer to you. "From who?" he asked, a certain suspicion lacing his voice.

And, not wanting this to be like a repeat of last time, you answered quickly. "Steve."

An uncomfortable silence followed, and your vision remained glued to the floor as Elvis stared at you for a long, hard moment.

"Y'know, I could pay twice as much as he's payin' you."

At the comment, you stared at Elvis in disbelief and quickly tried to think of an excuse. "Well-- um, that's very generous, Mr. Presley, but it would be much too rude to tell Steve that I'm going to be working for you the day I'm supposed to fly out. The tickets have already been bought too."

"I can pay for the tickets."

"That's-- thank you, but I simply cannot. I've already accepted. It just wouldn't be right."

You expected him to finally fold-- to accept that he'd lost, but he simply couldn't.

Or maybe he just wasn't losing.

"Y/n, what does your father work as?" The question caught you off-guard, and you stared at Elvis, almost frightful, as you hesitantly responded. "Oh, um, I'm not sure, exactly..." You lied. You hated lying, but it was necessary. It was necessary to lie in this instance.

"He's a car dealer. I'm right about that, aren't I?" You stared back at Elvis in shock, unsure of how on Earth he could have received that information. He then nodded to himself, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.

"He is. You know, I think I actually have a buddy who is pretty high on the board of your dad's company. Owns quite a bit of it too. 'm sure he knows your father." You let out a small breath at the end of his statement. Breathe. You had to remember to breathe.

"Oh-- is, is that so?" You stammered out, unable to move anything but your lips. Elvis was now full-on grinning.

"Yeah-- I think he even mentioned him once! Said he was a real nice guy. I'd hate to see him out of work. But, y'know, jobs are running short nowadays." The sympathy at the end of his voice didn't soothe your conscience, only added to your unease mixed with fear. You opened your mouth to reply-- to answer with something, anything, that would make him change his mind, but found that no words left your chapped lips.

And so, you folded. Letting out a shaky breath, you slowly nodded, accepting the job. You knew you were being overdramatic, knew that no one would truly sympathize with your situation, but you couldn't blame them. After all, what woman wouldn't want to work for the Elvis Presley?

And it seemed so illogical, to say that you didn't want to do so because he merely tried to kiss you, but you were sure there was something else behind those blue eyes-- something darker. Something dangerous.

You froze when long arms wrapped around you in an embrace, but then sank into it, looking for comfort of any sort. Of course, you didn't want the man who put you in this situation in the first place to be the one to offer you the most comfort, but you know no one else would.

And so, you allowed yourself to imagine he was Steve, and that you were states away from him, even if only for fleeting moments, blissfully unaware of the sickeningly dark grin that had spread across his face.