#thanks again for a wonderful surprise to find in my ask box and hope you've been having the best weekend!! sending lots of love 💖💖

[mobius-m-mobius]

are you going to gif daniel in that snippet of queer we got recently? 🥺👉👈

With pleasure anon, tysm for the ask and hope you enjoy the set which you can find right here!

Am psyched about the movie and definitely wanted to make gifs but was under the weather when the clip first dropped and figured I was a bit late to the party, have to keep reminding myself on Tumblr there's no such thing though! So your request was much appreciated as is any excuse to celebrate Daniel's acting, this is for sure going to be such an incredible role for him 🥰

[erwinsvow]

you write rafe so good and like you get me like sometimes i’m reading and i’m like “how’d they know😦” so HEAR ME OUT lifeguard!reader (bc i’m a lifeguard at a few country clubs) and i think rafe would be drooling and kelce and top would make fun of him and they’d like break all the rules like back flipping off the diving board just to get readers attention

oh my god first of all i completely adore you!! im so glad yess we must be little brain twins <3 i would love to know which parts made you think that! but here is the best i could come up with for a lifeguard au which is soooo cute but imagine.. its a pogue reader...

rafe knows every pretty girl who frequents the country club, he's made a point of making sure he does. so a fresh face in the crowd stands out pretty easily, especially one like yours.

you're pretty without trying, hair tugged behind you in a ponytail and a simple red one piece, the bottoms covered with denim shorts. it's not the usual kind of outfit for the club, but maybe you're headed out by the pool or something.

he can only see you from the back, though when you turn around, he sees the white cross on the front of your swimsuit. then he sees the boy in matching red trunks next to you, the whistle around your necks and a little first-aid box in your hands. a hot life guard, it doesn't get much more stereotypical than that.

you look around the club, following the boy who can only be giving you a tour of the facilty, with curious eyes like you've never been here before. it's only then a comment from top snaps him into a frankly startling realization.

"can't believe they hire pogues for this shit. wouldn't be surprised if shit started going missing by the pool deck."

rafe thinks normally he'd throw another line in, laugh at what top's saying, but he can't find it in him today. so he keeps watching, the sweet way you smile at a little girl who stopped you to ask for a bandaid, the way you nod while taking in something else in your training.

"alright. you've been staring at that pogue girl for twenty minutes. what gives?" kelce asks finally, after rafe ignores what they've been saying to him for the third time.

"huh?" he snaps back, tearing eyes away from you to look at his idiot friends.

"don't tell me you got hots for the lifeguard. what're you, thirteen?" they laugh, but rafe doesn't.

"shut up." he stands, downing the rest of his drink. "m'goin' to the pool. you loser can come and shut up or stay here and yap."

when he finally gets out there, you've shed the shorts, looking over the kiddie section of the pool with a watchful eye, taking the responsibility of watching brats seriously. he doesn't hesitate, jumping into the deep end with a huge splash, one that gets your attention.

you walk over, making sure whoever that was didn't just fall in, when two boys yell over.

"hey! lifeguard! our friend needs help!" you turn to look back at the boy who's been training you, wondering if you should dive in or wait since you're still in training, when you hear them again.

"not him! you! in the red. hurry!" you don't hesitate, though you're confused, jumping straight in and swimming over to the boy. he doesn't look like he needs help, in fact, he looks like he's floating.

"um, excuse me-" that's all you get out when you get close to him, because he scoops you up like he's rescuing you, carrying you out of the pool like a bride. you kick your feet, yelling out. "hey! put me down! you're not even drowning!"

he sets you down, and you wipe your face, staring up at pretty blue eyes and an arrogant face, once you recognize, one that your best friends hate.

"oh. you. i should have known."

"me? yeah, heard about me, have you? only good things, i hope."

"yeah, no. what the fuck was all that? i thought you were drowning."

"yeah, i was. thanks for the help." confused, soaking wet, and not appreciating his two little sidekicks snickering behind you, you try to get away, when rafe follows.

"so, uh, how long you been working here?"

"it's my first day."

"yeah, i thought so. i never forget a pretty face, so-"

"are you serious?"

"dead serious. and yours is definitely pretty."

"rafe," you say, leaning in closer so he can hear you clearly. "stop hitting on me. i have to work. some of us actually have to work."

"know my name already, huh? what else have you heard-" you roll your eyes, he laughs.

"i heard you're a good swimmer," you say, taking another step closer.

"yeah. from who?"

"i don't know. i'm about to find out." with one hand, you push his chest, and he falls backwards into the pool, the water splashing around your feet. you laugh, watching him bob in the pool, his friends laughing too. "good talk. hope we never speak again."

rafe gets out of the pool, pushing his wet hair back. he calls out after you.

"yeah we'll see about that."

[hrtyunjin]

AFTERGLOW #018. surprise!

KARINA’S POV

"hurry up," i muttered to myself, fixating on the traffic light that stubbornly remained on that attention-grabbing fiery red. impatience washed over me as i glared at the signal, eagerly waiting for it to switch to green. i drummed my fingers on the steering wheel until finally, it changed, and i hit the gas pedal.

ding.

i extended my hand to the passenger seat while rummaging through my purse. my eyes remained fixed on the road as I retrieved my cell phone from inside my purse. glancing down at the text, i let out a relieved and contented sigh as i recognized the sender. ”it means the world to me! thank you sm cutie :)” i quickly typed and hit send.

i pull into the driveway and step out of my car. opening the gate, i make my way to the front door and give it a knock. i hear footsteps approaching and take a step back as the door swings open. "you're here!" i hear the excited voice exclaim. "i am. It's great to see you again!" i say, smiling softly at the little girl. she skips away to get the cake from the fridge. i wait at the doorway, and soon the little girl's mother appears. "thank you so much! i couldn't find anyone on such short notice. i owe you one," i say. "of course, anything for your family," she assures me. she leans against the doorway and adds, "although, if you want to owe me, you can take care of my little girl." she replies, "of course, i would love to." just then, the little girl returns with a box in her hand. "here you go!" she says, beaming. i take the box from her and hand her mother the money. "thank you again, it means a lot," i express. "it's no problem, we hope to see you again soon," the older woman says before closing the front door.

Y/N’S POV

🕕 6:45

as karina rummaged through her purse for her keys to unlock the front door, i couldn't help but wonder who she intended to send that text to. a tinge of jealousy started to creep in as i pondered who might be the mystery person of that nickname. "y/n?" suddenly, karina's voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she stood at the entrance of her now unlocked door. "sorry, i zoned out for a second there," i laughed awkwardly, stepping inside her house.

“wow. it’s pretty in here!”

“ah thank you. it took me forever to find a place like this.”

i walk towards her window, taking in the beauty of her place. "and you've got an amazing view!" i exclaim, we stand there in silence, gazing out at the city. suddenly, Karina breaks the silence and speaks up.

"feel free to put anything on the TV if you'd like. make yourself at home!" she said with a smile, motioning for me to take a seat on the couch.

“need something to drink? or eat?”

“water is fine!” i replied as i took a seat on the couch.

karina nodded and walked into the kitchen. moments later, she returned with two glasses of iced water. i thanked her and took a sip. as we sat there, silence enveloped us, but it wasn't awkward at all. it felt like a peaceful and comfortable silence between the two of us.

i tap my fingers against my thigh, trying to think of a way to break the silence. then karina starts off, "so... i took your suggestion and watched some movies you recommended." i look over at her and ask,

"which one was your favorite?"

"10 Things I Hate About You." my eyes light up as i smile and say,

"oh, that's a classic! i love that movie!"

karina grabs the remote and turns on the TV, saying, "well, now I'm ready to watch some more. any suggestions?”

🕛12:35

as the rom-com marathon reaches its final moments, we both sink further into the couch, absorbed in conversation and bursting with laughter.

i look over at karina, with a bright smile. "i told you rom-coms are amazing! no one can possibly hate on them!" i exclaimed.

"okay, i'll admit it. you were right. i had a good time watching them, with you."

with karina’s kind words, i couldn't help but feel a warm blush creeping up my cheeks. grateful that the lights were turned off, sparing me the embarrassment.

"as much as i love sharing my love for rom-coms with you, karina, i should probably get going soon. it's getting pretty late." i let out a sigh.

as i uttered those words, karina's eyes sparkled with mischief. “before you go… i have something to show you. wait right here,” she said, disappearing into the kitchen. my curiosity peaked as i eagerly anticipated what she had to show me. a few moments passed as she emerged with a cake in her hands. candles flickered, and one caught my attention immediately. it had the number '50' with a 'k' next to it. my jaw dropped in disbelief. “w-what's this?” i managed to stutter out. karina blushed and confessed, “i wanted to surprise you for reaching 50k followers. i know how long you’ve been waiting for this moment…” overwhelmed with appreciation, i couldn't find the right words. but actions speak louder than words, right? so, i wrapped my arms around her, giving her the tightest, warmest hug.

"you have no idea how much this means to me," i say, my voice filled with genuine appreciation. as i release her from the hug, a smile spreads across my face. "thank you," i express my appreciation once again.

🕐 1:00am

karina and i engaged in conversation while also enjoying the cake. “red velvet, my favorite.” i say as i enjoyed the taste of the cake in my mouth. “it’s definitely in my top 3 cake flavors.” she says.

i still couldn't help but feel the question i’ve been wanting to ask her lingering in the air. "karina, can i ask you something?" i inquire. karina swallows the cake she was chewing and looks at me. "yeah, sure." i take a deep breath before continuing. "so... earlier today, you texted me something, but i’m not sure if you were aware that you texted the wrong person." karina's eyes widen in shock as i watch her scramble for her phone.

"i'm so sorry, I had no idea," she says as she unlocks her phone and opens our messages.

"who did you mean to send it to? you called them 'cutie.' are you seeing someone?" the words slip out of my mouth before i even have a chance to think. karina chuckles softly and puts her phone back down. "it's a family friend's daughter. she's twelve years old and incredibly talented in baking. in fact, she’s the one who made this cake." suddenly, heat rushes to my face. "oh, sorry..." i reply, fixing my gaze somewhere else.

karinas lips curl up into a smile. “you weren’t, jealous? were you?” she asks me. “w-what! no! of course not!” i exclaim.

“okay, okay, sure.” she replies with a smile.

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a/n - kicked my feet in the air just a bit while writing this 🤭🤭🤭

TAGS - @winieter @yoontoonwhs @mightymyo @neuftaeng @nasyu-kookies @yerisdumbass @boohirai @sewiouslyz @kimsgayness @aloneinacity

[tasteleeknow]

Hiii i love your blog so much, I was wondering if I could request a comfort fic where Hyunjin gets sick while on tour and y/n takes care of him. 🥹

thank you so much love ♡ i shifted this a little to just him being sick in general bc idol!au isn't something i like to write. hope you enjoy anyway! i know this is late, i'm working through a backlog!

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader genre: fluff, slight angst. established relationship. word count: 600

"Would you lie down please?" you ask again, pushing on your boyfriend's shoulder gently in at attempt to get him back down to his pillow. He'd been sick when he got home last night. It was obvious. He'd denied it anyway, brushing off your attention and staying up until the morning hours. It was no surprise at all when he'd woken up today much sicker, his voice croaky and cheeks flushed.

He brushes you off again, attempting to stand. When he wobbles on his feet you attempt to catch him, not prepared for the full weight of him. You stumble back a step, tripping over a power cord and finding yourself falling backwards. You release him quickly, not wanting to pull him down with you. His arm reaches out to catch you, reflexes not as sharp as usual. He ends up on top of you, failing to catch you and losing his balance in the process.

You groan as his full bodyweight presses you into the carpet, compressing your lungs. He rolls off you onto his back, chest rising and falling deeply as he catches his breath. You frown, leaning over him and cradling his cheek in your palm. He's too warm and far too out of the breath.

"Please?" you ask again, struggling to keep your eyes from watering.

His eyes flick across your face and he lifts his hand to cover yours where you hold his cheek. "Did I hurt you?" he asks, voice croaky and strangled.

You shake your head. "Just let me take care of you? You'd want to do the same for me, yeah?"

He sighs, then nods—letting you pull him up and helping him into bed. You pull the covers back and turn the temperature in the room down, attempting to cool him. "I'll be back in a sec, don't move," you instruct, attempting to put as much authority into your tone as possible. He offers you a small smile, nodding in agreement.

When you return he's staring at the ceiling, arm thrown over his head. He's clearly still hot, skin covered with a thin layer of sweat. You climb into the bed, setting your supplies down next to you. "Can you sit up for a second?" you ask, snaking your arm under his shoulders to help him up. He lets you help him as he swallows the medicine you've brought him.

"Stop frowning," he croaks when you lay his head back on his pillow gently.

"You should've let me look after you last night," you grumble.

He reaches for your hand, his clammy palm hot against yours. "Forgive me?"

"Just stop being sick."

He smiles. "I'll do my best," he says, lifting your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss to your skin. Then he frowns, eyes dropping to where his lips had been—as if he can see a mark he's left behind. "You should leave," he says.

"No," you answer quickly, dipping the small cloth you'd collected into a bowl of cold water you'd placed on the bedside table.

He grabs your wrist as you attempt to place the wet cloth over his forehead. "You'll get sick," he croaks out.

"I slept next to you for hours. If I'm going to get it, I've caught it already. Now, shut up."

He pouts, releasing your wrist and letting you press the cool fabric to his burning skin. Then he sighs, his tired eyes fluttering closed. You grab the other cloth from your pile of supplies and dip it in the water, using it to gently wipe the sweat from his neck, then his chest—repeating the process until his breathing evens out. You lift the now warm cloth from his forehead then press a gentle kiss to his skin.

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[jensensfanfic]

hi! if you're still taking daniel requests, could you write something where he and the reader are in their early-mid 20s and find out they're gonna be parents? maybe the reader gets the news at the doctor's office and surprises daniel when he gets home from work? wholesome domestic scenarios my beloved <3 thanks you!!!

LITTLE BEAN

pairing: daniel larusso x fem!reader

warnings: set in the present, daniel/reader are mid 20s but want kids, pregnancy, little mentions of anxiety - but it's just reader being nervous. not edited - i finished it mid work shift 😶

a/n: can we pretend he's mid 20s in that gif, please, despite the fact he doesn't age and looks so young lol. i don't write pregnancy fics often, so i it hope this is okay. i'm also worried i didn't stay true to his character... but again, i hope it's okay for you!!

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The journey home from the doctor's office feels like a lifetime. Every second seems to tick by at a snails pace. The usual bus ride home only takes around 20 minutes, and today is no different. There's not much traffic, and more than half of the seats are empty, but somehow, time moves so much slower.

You pull out your phone to check for any new messages and hope to see one from Daniel, but there's nothing yet. You assume this means he's working a little later. For a moment, this bothers you... until you get an idea. You'd wanted Daniel to be at home for the surprise at first, but this way, maybe you would have time to set up something special.

You type a quick text to Daniel, asking him how long he'll be. He responds quickly, and you figure out you have just under an hour to pull together what you can.

You get off the bus one stop before home, and head into your local supermarket. At the back of the store is a bakery, where you ask for a pre-baked cake to be decorated with two simple words. The friendly woman behind the counter pipes the words in pink and blue frosting and takes only ten minutes or so to finish it. You thank her as she hands over the box with a smile on her face and congratulates you.

Next, you pick up a pack of sharpies and some balloons from the party aisle that are the same colours as the frosting on your cake. Then you head to the section you'll no doubt be frequenting over the next few months... nay, years. You try to be quick, but the shelves of cute stuffed animals leave you spoiled for choice and very indecisive. You question if you even need one, but before you can walk away, you spot the perfect option.

You pick up the soft little toy sheep, giggling, then run your fingers over the material of the gi it wears. "Perfect."

Honesty, if you'd seen the little guy before, you'd have bought it ages ago.

After paying for everything, you head for your apartment, with enough time to spare to sort everything out.

You tie some of the pink and blue balloons together and put them in the living room, next to the coffee table where you've set the cake. With the sharpies, you draw and write cute little messages on them. You lay two plates, two forks, and two napkins next to it, along with a knife. Then, you decide to put on one of your favourite outfits. One you'd usually wear on a date night, something that would definitely make Daniel curious when he came home to see it.

You take a deep breath and take out one last thing from the pocket of the coat you'd hung up by the front door. You gaze at the image in wonder while your free hand smooths over your stomach.

You move to go and find somewhere to put it, but then there's the sound of keys jingling and the opening of the front door. You move your hands behind your back and watch as Daniel enters your home, a frown already forming on his face.

"Oh. Hey, babe. Are you off somewhere?" He kicks off his shoes and shuts the door behind him, opening his arms for a hug. You wrap your arms around him, peck his lips, and then step back, careful not to drop or reveal the gift. "Is it date night? Oh, god, did I forget?"

"Uh, no. No, but I do have a surprise for you."

"Aw, thank you babe. Can I sit first?" You stop him with a hand on his chest when he looks towards the living room. He looks down at your hand and cocks his head like a curious puppy. "Uh..."

You chuckle nervously. "Ha. Sorry, but not just yet. Here. I bought you something."

Swiftly, you bring the toy from behind your bag and hold it between you, wiggling the sheep's little legs and smiling. Daniel's eyes light up at the simple, yet meaningful gift. He grins and laughs. "Oh, my God. A karate sheep? That's amazing!"

He takes if gratefully, inspecting the little patch on the gi. "Hm. Maybe Mr Miyagi can sew a mini bonsai patch for it. This flower patch is cute and all but this little guy has to be a Miyagi-Do student."

You snort and chuckle at him, thrilled that he likes his first surprise, but then your mind immediately switches to the second. The subject of your other gift is something you've both talked about for about a year now. Both of you want it, but it doesn't halt the anxiety that sits heavy in your chest. There is always the chance that Daniel may have changed his mind.

"Hey, babe?" You take a deep breath and reach up to cup his jaw, bringing his attention back to you. He sets the toy sheep on top of the shelf by the front door and brings his hands down to your waist, running circles there with his thumbs. "I have something else for you."

"Why do you seem so nervous? Whatever it is, I'll love it. You know I will."

"Come on." One final blow of air, and you take his hand, turning around and leading him to the room where the balloons and cake are waiting. "So..."

Daniel's mouth falls open. He glances between each balloon, reading the drawn-on letters that say things like, 'oh, baby', 'hey, daddy'. On some of them, you'd drawn little baby faces that look similar to the emoji.

He doesn't say a word yet, but you no longer feel that worry as he smiles, then laughs, then goes silent once more. He slowly sits down on the sofa and stares at the cake for a few moments. In blue and pink, the frosting reads, "WE'RE PREGNANT".

"Is this... are you... I mean, are you messing with me?" Daniel shoots up again, rounding the sofa to see you. "Please, this isn't a joke, is it?"

"No!" You snicker, then look up into his eyes. Your own eyes are full of promise, excitement, and... starting to water. "I wouldn't do that, I swear. Look, I have a picture."

"You have a picture already? Let me see." He makes grabby hands and you reveal your still-hidden hand from behind your back. "Oh..."

"The doctor said I'm 4 or 5 weeks." Tears start to fall from your eyes and you decide to take a seat on the sofa, your stomach filling with butterflies and your knees starting to feel weak at the way Daniel is looking at you.

"He looks like a little bean."

"'He'?" He joins you on the sofa, placing the photo down on the table. "You think it's a boy?"

"I have a feeling."

"This soon?" You laugh, dabbing at the corners of your eyes with gentle fingertips.

"Yep, but either way, I'm gonna be the best Daddy for the little bean, I promise." His eyes flicker to your stomach and he splays a hand out on your skin. "Hear that, bean? I love you so much. Your Mum, too. And I can't wait to meet you."

"Danny..." You fully burst into happy sobs and fling your arms around him. You giggle and repeatedly kiss the back of his neck. "I can't believe I thought for a second you wouldn't be happy about this."

"Of course I am, sweetheart." You feel the movement when he chuckles. "We didn't try to have a baby to... not have a baby."

"I still thought maybe–"

"Shh." He leans into the crook of you neck. "No, no, no. I'm so happy, baby. I can't wait to start this family with you." He kisses you back a couple of times before pulling away slightly. "Can we eat some cake now, it looks delicious."

You nod and he releases you, but keeps a hold of one of your hands. As he cuts a piece of cake for you, he lifts his brows and says, "You know what else? I can't wait to see our child lifting that All Valley trophy."

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IWTV S2 Ep3 Musings - Armand & Lesmand & Nickistat (Spoilers)

We got the Armand backstory! 😭 The first half of this ep had me screaming at my screen, cuz Armand's a effing LIAR; I was rolling! 🤣

We were already told 1000 times by Assad & Sam that Armand's trying to make himself seem as sympathetic as possible. That is SUPER important, cuz although he's my favorite book character, Armand is a effing MENACE in IWTV, TVL, QotD, and TVA.

Ok, they've clarified my confusion about the weird 1556 date, cuz it implied that Armand MET Lestat in 1556, which is entirely wrong.

So I'm glad my suspicion/hope was correct, that the date was out of context. 1556+239=1795, which tracks with what Les said in S1.

So Lestat met Armand ONE year after becoming a vampire. (No wonder AMC!Armand dish-ragged him, LOL!)

No duh, if you've only been a vamp for a EFFING YEAR. (I looooove the Time-stopping Gift! So happy to see it used again--the horses are especially impressive.)

This seems like Armand's taking Marius' place as Lestat's mentor (Armand WISHES, lol). And it's kinda smacking of narcissist!Lestat using him then dumping him once he'd learned what he wanted, like Daniel & Louis implied later in the ep. (He even grabs Armand's hand & drinks w/out asking; mighty bold! Ok sure, he kissed it first, but still!?) But their dynamic is SO different in the books.

I have a looooot of issues with AMC!Magnus.

Excuse you!? Language! 😤

Armand wanna be called "Daddy" so bad. 😂

BULL.

EFFING.

CRAP.

AMC/Armand officially butchered how awesome Magnus was--he was never a Child of Satan/Darkness, or in a coven--he was a human alchemist who STOLE the Dark Gift from Rhosh's fledgling Benedict!

That means nothing, if you don't explain that Lestat is Rhoshamandes' great-grandson, and that Magnus was a WIZARD. 😒 And Armand said Les' turning was "MAYBE" a horror show? 🤨 How does he not know, if they were so close? 🙄 And how would he have even known Magnus was his Maker?

Oh no. "Come to me" was ARMAND'S theme the whole time!? 😱 Thanks, I hate it. 😭😂

LESTAT SAID KISS MY ARSE!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I mean, I would, too-the CoD/S lived like bums! The reason Magnus was so friggin rich and had all that money he gave to Lestat was strictly cuz he WASN'T a penniless bum like the other coven vampires--he hid himself away in his TOWER. (If we don't get the Lesmand tower scene Imma be so mad.) He had no Maitre/Master.

NGL, I expected the Children of Darkness/Satan to be WAY filthier. :P

So Armand really IS Indian then? As in Roma/Ukranian/Russian?

Sadly, they didn't speak on Lestat's Harlequin mask being Blackface. But woah. "Dervish" as in Muslim ascetics & mystic dancers? So was 1700s!Armand Catholic or Muslim? Is that what he thought of Lestat back then? Or what 2022!Armand thinks of him now? If the latter, Armand converted to Islam....WHEN???

Armand glossed over EVERYTHING that went down with Nicki. He seems to imply that Les got with Nicki AFTER they met, which is beyond untrue. (And not a word about Gabrielle being there for all of this mess--MIGHTY SUS.)

We know Lestat loves his gay panicking needy alcoholic bottoms.

THE FRENCH GIRLS ARE FIGHTING.

Oh lovely. More racists--I'm not even surprised; I never liked Nicki in the book anyway; bye Felicia. 🙄

Iiiinteresting way AMC/Armand gave Nicki's abduction. (Again, no Gabrielle--MIGHTY SUS!)

And LAWWWWD, lemme find out Armand was telling the truth abt him & Les knocking boots in their theatre box on some exhibitionist kink while vamp!Nicki mean-mugged from the orchestra. 😭

So Armand's still to blame for Nicki's death, but not cuz of the darkness of "self-loathing," but jealousy cuz Lesmand were an item? BISH PLEASE! 🤣

(TBF, Loumand still blames Lestat, saying he "abandoned" Armand & Nicki & the coven. Which...is not entirely true. Lestat gave Nicki the Theatre, but didn't want to be part of it or Armand's coven, so he left with Gabrielle, but still kept tabs on everyone via Eleni. So whatchu mean??????)

LOUIS SUICIDE WATCH, stop playing with me, AMC! I want to see these vamps greet the sun and "taste the fire"! (And they had the NERVE to put the commercial break there; I see you, AMC.)

They were SHOWING OFF Armand's Fire Gift in this episode--oh yeah, Louis DEFINITELY got it from him; I'm convinced now. (I'm still waiting to see if Santiago has it, too; I hope to god not though.)

Lestat was a MENACE! XD "It's a fallen tree." What a brat!

The Lesmand eye-f**kery was INTENSE--Samothy was serving~!

Don't you DARE tease me like that, AMC! YES! I want 2022!Lestat in that Dubai penthouse by the end of this season, PLEASE. 🙏🙏🙏

What does all that say? Looks Latin or French? And WTF is Armand doing biting himself? (Reminds me of Louis with Jonah.)

This is why I'm convinced that the whole "Rashid" ruse in S1 was strictly for Armand & Dan's benefit, cuz in QotD Armand specifically said Daniel was the only mortal who knew his name & lived.

Chile, this episode was A LOT, and that was just the first 20 frikkin minutes, wtf.

[ccstiles]

Wilting flowers (Finn)

TW// this fic talks about abuse and manipulation and has a very manipulative character in it. If this will trigger you in any way, please don't read!! (If you need a more specific break down of what is talked about, just comment and I'll give the specifics!)

It was a slow day at the shop, normal for a Wednesday afternoon. Finn and Sunflower were cleaning up the place, Finn organizing inventory in the front while Sunflower was sweeping the floor in the back.

Ding!

The bell above the door rang, letting the occupance know someone had come in. Finn was at the register, so he couldn't see the person coming in.

"Welcome to Talk Floral! If you need any help just ask!" He chirped before turning to place a box down.

"Oh don't worry, I found what I came here for" the voice sent an icy chill down his spine.

Finn spun around, a panicked look on his face as he hoped his mind was playing tricks on him. But as he saw the figure stood in front of him, he felt his heart sink as his worst nightmare came true.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Surprised to see me?" Finn's ex said with a wicked grin.

"S-sam! What are- what are you doing here?" Finn stuttered out.

"Why, to take you back silly! I forgive you" that smile never left her face as she spoke.

"Forgive me?" Finn questioned her.

"Yeah! For saying all that means stuff to me," Sam faked a pout, "it really hurt my feelings, but after a while of thinking on it, I've decided to forgive you!"

"Sam I-I" Finn tried to speak but Sam cut him off.

"Oh you don't need to say anything Finn, you just need to say thank you!" Sam smiled again.

Finn just stood there in shock, he didn't know what to say to her. The last time he saw Sam was a few months ago, and it was when he had finally gotten enough courage to stand up for himself. It was really hard, and he was really scared, but he had done it and never looked back on it since.

Sam was emotionally and occasionally physically abusive to Finn. She made him feel like he was nothing, and that he would be better off dead without her. When he found the courage to leave her, it was tough. Even to this day he had thoughts that crowded his head that he wasn't good enough, that his dream of owning his flower shop were stupid. When he got those thoughts though, there was always one person who helped him get through them. one person who was always there to save him.

"Hey Finn! I was wondering what you wanted me to do with these..." Sunflower trailed off as they walked into front, seeing Finn and Sam.

"Oh, and who's this?" Sam's face was neutral as she looked at Sunflower, but her voice was full of venom.

"I think I should be asking you that" Sunflower held her gaze as they walked in front of Finn. "Hey baby, you ok?" Sunflower turned to Finn and whispered to him, getting a shake of his head as an answer.

"'Baby'? Finn darling, don't tell me you're cheating on me?" Sam gasped.

"N-no I'm not- we're not-" Finn tried to talk but his breathing was quickening and making it hard to talk.

"Finn baby," Sunflower's voice was soft and sweet, "Don't worry, I got this."

"Are you sure?" Finn asked his partner.

"Yes, don't worry love" Sunflower spoke softly to him, "I can handle this."

"So, Finn had the audacity to find someone else, and all he could find is this?" Sam laughed to herself as she looked Sunflower up and down, "really, it's pathetic."

"You're pathetic," Sunflower snapped at her, "now get out, you're not welcome in here."

"Oh? And why is that?" Sam continued her fake surprise.

"You know exactly why, you abusive bitch," Sunflower took a step forward before they were stopped by a hand on their wrist by Finn.

"Please Sam, just go" he pleaded softly.

"Oh is that it? I come to forgive you and take you back, out of the kindness of my own heart, and this is how I'm repayed?" Sam scoffed, "you've changed Finn, what happened to the sweet man I had fallen in love with?"

"Oh shut up," Sunflower sighed, "your manipulation doesn't work here, sorry sis."

Sam frowned before an idea hit her and she smiled wickedly. "Me? Manipulative? Is that what he's been telling you?"

"What are you getting at?" Sunflower asked her, Sam's smile widening as they fell into her trap.

"It wasn't me who manipulated him, but he was the one that hurt me!" She sighed, "he hit me and yelled at me. He called me all sorts of names before he left me in the dirt, all alone."

Finn's eyes widened as he went to defend himself. "What? N-no! I never did any of that!"

"Yes you did!" Sam sniffed, "you really think I could have hurt him? Look at how much bigger he is compared to me! I couldn't hurt him if I tried."

Sunflower just stood there for a moment as they took in the information before turning to face Finn.

"Sunflower you know me! I-I would never-" Finn tried to beg his partner but they only shushed him.

"I need you to go to the back for me please, I'll be there in a minute" Sunflower patted him on the cheek before turning back to Sam.

"O-ok..." Finn said before walking towards the back of the shop. Once he had left the main part of the store, he heard a loud scuffle come from the other two for a moment before the bell above the door rang, signaling it opening and then closing.

He heard nothing but silence for a bit before he heard footsteps come towards the door. Before he could get up from where he was sitting, Sunflower appeared in the doorway holding their jaw.

"Oh no! What happened?" Finn shot up from where he was sitting to go fret over Sunflower.

"Heh, you should see what she looks like," Sunflower laughed a bit to themself before uncovering their jaw so Finn could assess what to do to help.

The two then went silent as Finn got Sunflower a bag of ice for their jaw, before sitting next to them and checking them over for any other injuries they might have.

"You won't have to worry about her anymore, I dragged her out by her hair and told her if she came back I'd do much worse than just a broken nose and a black eye" Sunflower laughed to themselves but stopped when they saw the sad look on Finn's face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's just... I'm surprised you believed me over her" Finn said softly as he looked at the ground, "how she said it, even I would have been convinced."

"Finn, honey, look at me" Sunflower said softly as they raised their empty hand to cup his jaw. "I know you. I know that you are the sweetest, kindest, most honest person I've ever met, and that you wouldn't hurt a soul. Of course I would believe you over her. I've been with you when you cried, when you had your panic attacks, when you had your nightmares. I know that she's a manipulative asshole, and that I shouldn't believe a thing she says."

Finn let out a long sigh of relief before letting himself melt into Sunflower's palm. "You're right, I shouldn't have been scared. You're always there for me, and I'm grateful for that."

"Of course," Sunflower smiled at him, "I love you."

"I love you too Sunflower," Finn smiled as well before leaning in for a soft and reassuring kiss.

[dilatorywriting]

afdhjdjd so. Reaper!Rook brainrot anon here. Back again, because 3 is the magic number, and apparently I'm a liar and I actually have one last piece for you. Partly as thanks for putting up with me and my loonnngg text walls for the past couple days, and partly a "I hope you feel better soon! So here's something extra sweet"

So as you can imagine, the indifferent, apathetic, unbothered nature of Baker!Reader means they aren't generally flustered by things. Rook's flowery language is no exception, and conversations between the two generally look something like this to the outside viewer:

Rook: Alas! Your metal heart is missing! Where could it have wandered, from where I last saw it? MC: Second drawer on the right. (translation: Rook couldn't find the tea strainer. Your tea strainer happens to be heart-shaped.)

However, there are some things Rook does which make your chest feel warm. This is usually when he's speaking to you without much verbal dressage, and his voice is lower, and there's something softer in his eye.

The first time you really took notice of it was the first time Rook was ever late. Rook was always punctual to a fault, which, considering his line of work, was a true testament to his abilities. He always, without fail, returned to your bakery at 4:30am, since the day you met him. But it's now 5:30am, and he hasn't shown up yet. You're already halfway through prepping the bakewell batter, when you realize you're out of almond extract, and you remember you weren't even supposed to be making bakewell tarts today. Rooks absence weighs on the back of your mind a lot more than you'd ever expected it to, and you move through the prep in a distracted daze. You'd wondered before, in passing, if Rook would just simply disappear one day, once his curiosity was satisfied. You'd never dwelled on it long, because the thought was sour in your throat.

Rook arrives a little closer to 6. There's a lot of blood on him, and for the first time you wonder if any of it is his - if he can bleed at all, or be wounded. His shirt is also badly torn, but there dont seem to be any marks on him. The next thing you know, you're standing right in front of him, hands hovering awkwardly in the air before crossing over your chest. If Rook is surprised, he doesn't show it, but his typical, polished expression does seem a shade apologetic. He hands you a burlap sack as he launches into one of his flowery speeches. The words run over your head, but the gist of it is him apologizing for being late.

Inside the sack are three things: a wrapped cut of meat (from what? you have no idea), some dried lavender that appears to be glowing faintly, and - at this you blink - almond extract. You look up at him, only to find him watching you, with a cross between curiosity and... anticipation? Rook was very hard to read at times.

And it's hard to parse exactly what you feel, in that moment, but it's... something. Something that makes you get on your tip toes (your hand grabbing his shoulder for balance - it doesnt budge under your weight, like he's made of marble, or something), and press a kiss to his cheek as you tell him "thank you". Rook blinks, then smiles - a soft, fragile thing, unlike the strong, crafted ones that typically grace his face. He simply says "You're welcome," in a softer, quieter, tone than before. And you feel warm. A warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the large ovens behind you.

(annnddd scene. I had this last piece of tooth rotting fluff stuck in my head, filed it away because I've poured sooooo much brainrot about Rook in your ask box alreadey, but then read that you have a cold so. I thought "You know what? Let's do it. Let's send in the extra sweet fluff like it's a get-well-soon card for one last hurrah")

Excuse me while I IMPLODE. Holy shit this is BEYOND ADORABLE. EVERY PART YOU'VE SENT IN IS A WHOLE ASS TREAT AND IT'S KILLING ME. I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW AMAZING YOU ARE, FRIEND BECAUSE AHHHHHHHHH

But yup. Nope. This cinches it. Hello Word Doc, my old friend. Welcome to a new Hyper Fixaxtion Hell

And thank you, thank you!! I'm hopefully getting over my ick! (Went to comic con this weekend while already not feeling 100% and it took me out. Been lying around like a dehydrated slug for the past two days lol) This is such a lovely treat. Thank you~ 💚 💚 

[mccall-muffin]

Hi! I'm not sure if your requests are open, but if they are I was wondering if you could write something fluffy l for Joe Toye? I adore your writing and I have already written three papers since Monday and your writing, amongst a few others, has not so low key helped me through so much if it <3

Well hello dear anon :)

First of all: thank you soooooo much for your kind words! This really made my day 🥰

So, I got a little something for you and I really hope you like it!

Warnings: Language, Fluffy Fluff, War wounds

The price I pay // Joe Toye x Reader

June 6, 1944 - St. Marie-du-Mont, Normandy, France

"Hey guys," Mike Ranney says as he opens the hatch to the truck where Guarnere, Lipton, Malarkey, Buck, Toye, and Plesha are sitting. "Hey Ranney, what's up?" asks Bill, and they all look at him curiously. Mike, however, looks primarily at Joe. "Y/L/N's here," he then says curtly, and Joe exchanges a quick glance with Bill before getting up and jumping out of the truck.

"Where is she?" he asks, looking urgently at Mike. The latter points to a house a bit further back.

As fast as Joe can, he runs toward it. He stops when he spots you taking off your helmet and shaking your hair. "Y/N," he breathes, and you turn to face him.

Your face is still dirty from the grease, and you look drained. "Joe?" you ask in surprise as you look at him, but he has already covered the few feet and takes you in his arms. "Fuck," he mumbles, hugging you to him. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up." You hug him to you as well, breathing in his familiar scent.

"Well, I'm here now," you say, slowly breaking away from Joe.

"Hey, Y/N! Good to see you," Bill, who has followed Joe, greets you. He also hugs you, but your gaze stays on Joe. "We thought you'd gone off the deep end." Now you smile briefly at Bill. "Don't worry. You won't be getting rid of me that quickly." "Not that we'd want to," Joe says, putting an arm around your shoulders again. You smile at him from below.

"You guys got any grub? I'm starving," you say as the two of them lead you to the truck. "Maybe the guys left you something," Bill says, opening the flap. However, the air that pours out of the truck toward you is anything but pleasant. "Holy shit, what is that?" you ask, looking at the guys sitting in the truck.

"Nice hello to you too, Y/N," Buck says with a grin. You smile tiredly. "Sorry," you say, rubbing your face. Again, Joe puts an arm around your shoulders. "Don't worry; it's only Malarkey that stinks, not the food. You got any left?" "Ah yeah, insult first and demand later," Malark quips, holding out the box of cooked food to you. You take out your plate, and he scoops up a portion for you.

"Do you want to join us?" asks Buck then, making a move to scoot over, but you shake your head. "That's sweet of you, but I'll just find a quiet corner and eat peacefully."

You thank them again for the food before heading back out. In a quiet alley, you sit down on the ground and eat. The day has sapped your strength, and you are just plain tired.

"Mind if I join you?" Joe asks you, and you look up as he suddenly stands before you. You nod with your mouth full, and he slides in next to you.

"How are you feeling?" he asks after a while, during which you've been sitting next to each other in comfortable silence, and you've finished your food. "Exhausted. I'm just exhausted. I've been wandering around aimlessly like a lunatic for the last two days, not knowing where to go. This is definitely not how I imagined my first jump."

"Neither did I, believe me. But the main thing is that you're here now, and I can keep an eye on you again," Joe says with a smile, and you look at him from the side. "You know you don't have to, don't you?" "I know, but I want to," Joe says softly. "I was really worried about you, Y/N." Your eye contact lasts for a moment before you turn away, blushing.

"Y/N, I-," Joe begins, but then Bill approaches you. "Hey, fellas, we're moving out. Winter's orders," he informs us. Sighing, you stand up and put your helmet back on. Just as you're about to follow Bill, Joe holds you back.

"Y/N."

You turn back to Joe and look at him questioningly. "Yeah?" Joe doesn't say anything at first, then he comes up to you, takes your face in his hands, and kisses you demanding. You are caught off guard for a millisecond, but then you kiss him back with equal determination. You grab his jacket and pull him even closer to you.

As Joe slowly pulls away from you, you look into each other's eyes. "Wow," you breathe with a laugh and take a step back. "What was that for?" "Simply for you. Because you're you, and you're perfect the way you are," Joe says, biting his lip briefly. Joe stares at the ground briefly before taking your hands in his. "Y/N... I have to tell you before we go. You don't even know how much you mean to me. My feelings for you have grown stronger over the past two years, and when you didn't show up at the venue, I realized how strong they are."

You listen to Joe's words, and warmth spreads through you. "Joe-" you whisper, "No, please let me finish. Ever since I first saw you, you've messed with my head. I didn't realize it until later, but I'm more aware now than ever. I'm in love with you, Y/N." For a second, you look at Joe. Then you put your arms around his neck and kiss him again before grinning, stepping away from him, and walking back towards the others.

January 3, 1945 - Bois Jacques Woods, Bastogne, Belgium

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, right?" you exclaim as you spot Joe in line between Penkala and Skip. "Uh oh, here it goes," you hear Skip say, nudging Webb, a replacement. "Now it's getting interesting."

You stand in front of Joe and poke him in the chest with your finger, "What the hell are you doing here?" "Hey, whoa... I just wanted to get back to you guys. I ain't vegetating on no aid station like this," he returns. "Where'd you been hit?" Webb then asks, and you give him an annoyed look. "What's that?" asks Joe. "Oh, that's Webb. Replacement," Skip explains to him, which also earns him a nasty look from you.

"Really? Thought it was some guy I've known for two years, and I forgot his face," Joe then says, drawing his attention back to you. "Don't change the subject now, okay?!" "Joe got hit in the arm. A new years eve gift from the Luftwaffe," Penkala then says. "That's right. Three days ago! So again: what are you doing here?"

Behind you, you hear Bill laughing to himself. Joe grabs some food, and the two of you walk a little away from the other's prying ears. "What was I supposed to do, Y/N? I didn't want to stay there." "I know, but you should rest! You know that as well as I do."

Joe puts a hand on your arm. "Now calm down, babydoll. It's all good. Winters knows I'm here and has given his OK. I didn't want to be away from you any longer, don't you understand?" Your expression softens. Joe knows exactly what that means. "Come on, you're glad I'm back," he teases, and you can't suppress a smile. "I'd rather you get better, but I can't deny that I'm glad to see you." Joe takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to it. "I knew it, baby."

Later that afternoon:

You arrive back at your old position at the front as Joe jumps into his foxhole. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," he immediately exclaims, and you look down at him. A small smile appears on your face. "Someone's gonna die. Someone's gonna fucking die. Guarnere, Y/N, look at this shit! One of those 1st Battalion fuckers took a dump in my foxhole." You exchange a quick glance with Bill, who looks around. There are exploded trees all around you. "I think they shit in everyone's foxhole, Joe. I don't think they wanted to spend much time above ground." You nod in agreement, then look back at Joe, climbing back out of the foxhole.

He walks up to you and stops in front of you. "Those assholes," he grumbles. "Come on; I'm sure we wouldn't feel any different if we were in their situation."

Joe looks around for a moment, then pulls you behind two trees. "What are you doing?" you ask with a laugh, but Joe immediately presses your back against a tree and kisses you passionately. "I just wanted to say hello to you properly." You giggle and kiss him again. "Hi."

"Hey, Y/N! You think the foxhole will fix itself?" you suddenly hear Malarkey call out, with whom you and Bill share your foxhole. "I think I should go," you whisper to Joe, and he nods. "I'll see you later," he whispers back, and you nod before saying your goodbyes. You head towards the foxhole and hear the familiar sound of artillery fire before you get to it.

You jump into the hole with Don and Bill as quickly as you can. "Damn bastards!" you curse, fervently hoping that Joe still made it to his foxhole. For several minutes, you are bombarded. When it finally dies down, Bill looks at you with concern. "Everything okay?" he asks you, and you nod. "Yeah, everything's still there." "Maybe we should see if anybody's hit," Don says, and Bill looks at him with a frown. "Malark, that's what they want," he says. "The Krauts are trying to draw us out in the open." "I think Bill is right. We should wait," you agree with Bill.

Silence has fallen around you, but you hear what sounds like a groan. Confused, you look at Bill again. "I need my helmet. I need help!" You hear the words more clearly, sending a shiver down your spine. You'd recognize that voice anywhere. "You hear that?" asks Don. "Is that Joe?" adds Bill, and the three of you look in the direction the cries for help are coming from. "Help!" "Fuck, that is Joe! I need to get to him!" you then say, already wanting to climb out of the foxhole, but Bill pulls you back. "You stay here, Y/N! Do you think Joe would forgive me if something happened to you?"

With those words, Bill climbs out of the hole and heads toward Joe's foxhole. For a moment, nothing happens, and you and Don look anxiously in that direction.

But then it happens. Fire is opened on you again. "Fuck, Don!" you shout, ducking further into the hole while holding your helmet. Again you let minutes of horror wash over you until the bombs finally fall silent. Again you make moves to climb out of the foxhole, but this time Malarkey pulls you back. "Are you crazy? Haven't you learned anything right now?" he asks, upset. "I just want to check on Joe, Malark." "I know, Y/N, and I understand, but there's no point in putting your life on the line right now. At least wait a few minutes."

"Medic!"

You both look up at the call. It's coming again from the direction Bill disappeared. "Don!" you say urgently, but he shakes his head. "Doc's got this covered, I'm sure. I'm not letting you go," he says, and you give him a dirty look. "You really think you can stop me?" you ask, and Don raises an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah! And if I have to sit on you!"

You sigh and look again in the direction from which the screams came earlier. You stay in the foxhole for a few minutes. Again and again, you glance nervously at your watch. "It's been almost ten minutes Malark." Don still looks nervously in that direction before looking at you again. "All right. Go," he says, and you don't wait long before you climb out of the foxhole and start running.

Slithering, you arrive at a small clearing and falter, for what you see nearly tears your heart.

Joe and Bill are lying on the ground in front of you. Both look pretty battered, and you quickly realize that Joe is missing one leg entirely from the knee down, and Bill's doesn't look too healthy. You are frozen in shock for a moment, but then Joe's gaze finds yours. You can see the pain in his face, but you're unsure if it's just physical pain. It snaps you out of your thoughts, and you immediately kneel down to Joe.

"Hey," you say softly, looking at him. "Y/N," he gasps, and you take his hand in yours. Doc Roe is already sitting by his leg, bandaging it. You look down for a moment and then back at Joe. "Doc, what can I do?" you ask, and he presses something into your hand. "Hold this." "You got a smoke?" Bill asks, and you look up at him. You reach into your pocket for a second and toss him your pack.

"Jesus, what's a guy gotta do to get killed around here?" Joe then asks through clenched teeth, and you look back at him. "You won't die here, you understand me?" you clarify. "Y/N, how am I supposed to-?" he begins, but you immediately interrupt him. "No! Stop it right now, will you? You can do this. We can do this together," you say, looking at him urgently.

"Bill, you're going first," Doc says as two more medics come in and put him on a barre. "Whatever you say, Doc, whatever you say," is all Bill says as he tosses you back your smokes. You take two out right away and give one to Joe. "Thanks," he whispers.

At that moment, Lip comes running up and looks at his two men. He rubs his forehead, and your eyes meet. You're still stroking Joe's hand, who s sitting on the floor, cramped.

"Fuck, Y/N. That's it," he says, and you look at him questioningly. "What are you talking about?" "Well, about this," he says, pointing to his leg. "How am I supposed to take care of you with this? I... I can't be the man I want to be for you like this. I - Jesus! You can't want me like this anymore." For a moment, you look at Joe in irritation. "Joseph John Toye, now listen to me very carefully, will you? I love you. I don't care if you have two legs or just one; you got that? And I've told you a thousand times; you don't have to take care of me!"

Joe holds your gaze. "You still want me?" he almost whispers. "Nothing would change my mind about that," you say, smiling slightly. Then you lean down and kiss him. "I'll come to you as soon as I can."

Two men then kneel beside Joe and hoist him onto a barre. Joe is still holding your hand. "Take care of yourself, Y/N, will you? And don't die, babydoll!" "I don't plan to," you smile wearily as they take him away.

November 22, 1945 - Hughestown, Pennsylvania, USA

Nervously, you stand in front of the entrance door. You look again at the address Winters gave you and then again at the door before you ring the bell. It takes a moment before the door is opened.

An older woman stands in front of you and smiles kindly at you. "Yes, please?" she asks, eyeing you. "Good afternoon, ma'am; I'm sorry to bother you. I am looking for Joseph Toye. My name is Y/N Y/L/N-" The woman immediately begins to smile. "Sure thing. Come in." She opens the door a little wider and lets you enter.

Still nervous, you knead your cap in your fingers. "Come," the lady says and leads you into the kitchen. She offers you a chair, and you sit down. She puts a cup of coffee in front of you, and you begin to wonder if coming here was a wise idea. The woman, you now assume to be Mrs. Toye, Joe's mother, stands there, eyeing you with a smile.

"Ma?" You hear someone call out, and warmth instantly spreads as you recognize the voice. "Who was that?" The footsteps come closer, and then Joe appears in the kitchen doorway. Dressed in civilian clothes, leaning on crutches, he stands there, and when he spots you, his face lights up.

"Y/N?"

You leap to your feet and toward him as quickly as you can. You take him in your arms, not thinking that his balance is not as good as it used to be, and you almost fall. Tears of joy run down your cheeks. Joe drops his crutches and pulls you toward him. "Oh my God, you're finally here!" he whispers in your ear. As he gently pushes you off of him, he wipes away your tears before kissing you passionately.

"I missed you so much!" he says, and you both sit at the table. "Ma, this is... This is Y/N," Joe then says, smiling at his mother. "It's an extraordinary pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Joe hasn't stopped talking about you." "Maaa!" "What? It's true," his mother says with a smile. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something?" Joe looks at you for a moment but then shakes his head. "Would you give us a moment?" Mrs. Toye nods and then leaves the kitchen.

Joe immediately takes your face in his hands again and kisses you again. "You don't know how happy I am to see you here before me, alive and well!" You force yourself to smile and nod at him. "Is everything all right?" "As far as it goes, yes... When you were gone, it wasn't easy. I'll be honest with you; we saw things..." You break off. The memory of the concentration camp is still deep in your bones.

Joe takes your hand in his. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to talk about it. I know what it's like."

You look at Joe and then smile before touching his cheek. "How are you doing?" you then ask. Joe lowers his eyes for a moment. "Well, I finally got out of that fucking hospital two months ago. Then I came here and my ma... Well, she took care of me. I have to learn to make it on my own first." "You don't have to," you say directly. "I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere." Joe puts his hand on yours, then smiles.

"I have something for you," he says and stands up before disappearing from the room. Confused, you watch him go. It's not long before Joe comes back and sits down again.

He takes your hand in his again. "I'll be honest with you, Y/N. The time in those hospitals wasn't easy. Luckily, I had Bill to keep me company. In any case, I was worried about you. I had nightmares that you had died, and it was hard every time I woke up and realized I couldn't see you. I was relieved when we got the news that the war was over. I hadn't received any news that you were dead until then, which is why you could come home now." He lowers his eyes for a moment. "Then came the fear that you wouldn't return to me after all. That you'd changed your mind. Who wants to be with a one-legged cripple. What can I offer her anyway? Those are just a few of the thoughts I've had."

Slightly shocked, you look at Joe, and tears form in your eyes that he even had such thoughts. "Joe-" you start, but he interrupts you, "No, let me finish first. Bill has been helping me. He assured me that you'd come back to me. That you loved me. And I wanted to believe him; I really did. But I only believe it now. Now that you're finally standing in front of me again. And so..." He rummages in his pants pocket and pulls out a small box. "I've been carrying this around for a long time, Y/N, and it's just for you. I love you with all my heart. Because of you, I survived this fucking war and this." He points to his leg. "Just the thought of you loving me gave me strength. And that's why..."

Joe grabs a pillow and throws it on the floor before kneeling down on half his leg. "Y/N Y/L/N. I can't live without you anymore. I don't want to live without you anymore. I want to spend my life with you and always have you by my side. So will you do me the honor, and will you be my wife?"

The tears have now found their way down your cheeks anyway. You look Joe in the eye before smiling. "Sure I will! Jesus, I love you, Joe!"

Joe gets back up as quickly as possible, but you're throwing your arms around his neck at least as fast. Joe smiles and then kisses you tenderly. "How did I ever deserve you," he whispers between kisses to your lips. Joe gently pushes you off of him and then slides the beautiful ring onto your finger, making you smile.

"If my leg was the price for letting me see that beautiful smile every day, I gladly paid it. Just for you, my love."

[shizuokadivision]

It was late in the day when Reika Aichi received a package on the doorstep of her mansion. Hearing the doorbell ring out, she sighed as she ceased what she was doing and opened it to find a delivery person waiting with a package for her, which wasn't very large. This, unfortunately, didn't exactly make the rich noblewoman think of the gift highly, but she still signed off on it.

Setting it down on a counter, she opened it, viewing what was inside.

Inside, she found two gifts: a long, golden bookend that was shaped like a snake, and a beautiful, colorful crystal snow globe that said, 'Happy Birthday, Reika'. inside of it. Looking at it, the globe from all sides made, she spotted a small knob in the back. Turning it, the noblewoman listened to the song as it produced a melody that sounded strangely... familiar to Reika. Her eyes then grew big as the song continued.

...It was a short, yet sweet melody that her mother often sang to her when she was young. The song made little to no sense, but it still held a special place in her heart. She had forgotten about it all this time, but now... here it was, out of nowhere, appearing before her once more. The melody made Reika smiled sorrowfully as it brought back memories of her mother, and how she was unjustly taken out from this world.

Smiling, she placed the snow globe down and listened to the song a few more times. It was then she realized: who had sent her these things? Checking the box the gifts came in, a note was situated at the bottom, which read:

"Dear Reika,

A very happy birthday to you. I hope it is going well. These gifts aren't enough to convey how much I appreciate you for what you've done for me and the girls at the recreation center, but I hope it shows. The bookend is from my son, since he knows that you have a pet snake. The snow globe was from me. I had it custom-designed. And the song... my husband was responsible for that. If you're wondering why it took so long, blame him. He's nothing, if not a perfectionist. You mentioned that your mother often sung you a lullaby, so I had my husband implement it for you. I hope it brings back good memories of her. Again, I hope your birthday is going well. Enjoy it. And I'll see you at the recreation center again soon.

Sincerely,

Mireya."

“Oi! Reika, where are you?” Sakura's voice echoed throughout the estate. “You told us we're spending the night, so you can doll us up for that Gala of yours tomorrow. Do you know how hard it was to drag Kanon out of her lab for this?”

“I still don't see any reason for me to attend.” Kanon hissed. “Reika is only going to try to get me to perform for those blasted members of high society.”

Kanon and Sakura walked into the room, expecting to find Reika doing one last check for her gala tomorrow. So the two were surprised by the sight in front of them. Reika was sitting on the couch with a snow globe in her hands. The most shocking part was the tears running down her face as she stared at the item in her hand. Hearing the two come in, Reika quickly wiped away her tears, giving her teammates a bright smile.

“Ah it's you two. Right, you were sleeping over tonight.” The smile on Reika's face slipped just for a second. “Okay, I have your outfits– hey, what are you two doing?”

To Reika’s surprise, both Kanon and Sakura had taken a seat on the couch with her. Kanon was to the left of her, and Sakura was to her right.

“Rare sight to see you cry, Reika. I'm curious what managed to get you to do that?”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Remember Reika, we're a team.”

“Kanon is right. We're here for you if you need it.”

“Wow the mad scientist and the scary boss being soft for once? Will wonders ever cease? …No but thanks you two. ….You’re the best friends a girl can ever ask for.”

[edogawa-division]

It was getting late in the day when another gift for Kaoru arrived. After being forced by Yuriko to fix the backyard after the fiasco with the giant robot she had been gifted earlier, the birthday girl sighed as she collapsed in her chair in her lab, exhausted.

"Being forced to do labor on my own birthday." Kaoru complained, upset. "There should be a federal law against that sort of thing."

Sighing again, the girl turned to her computer, prepared to log back into the Web. Reaching out, her hand instinctively grabbed a cup of coffee and brought it to her mouth... only to be disappointed when she realized that it was empty.

"Ugh, great." Kaoru complained, realizing she'd have to head to the kitchen to grab some more coffee. Sighing once more, the hacker girl got out of her seat and opened the door... only to find Kanra on the other side of it, surprising the both of them.

"Kanra?" Kaoru questioned.

"Wow, nice intuition." Kanra complimented. "How'd you know I was about to knock on the door?"

"...I didn't." Kaoru answered, cocking an eyebrow. "I was about to head to the kitchen to get some coffee. What's up?"

Instead of answering, Kanra held up a small gift box in her left hand.

"This is for you. It's from Elliot-kun."

Raising her eyebrows at the gift, Kaoru took it from her younger sister. Feeling it, it was pretty light, though there was obviously something inside. Unwrapping, both sisters looked inside.

Inside was a plate filled with what looked like beans. Both girls cocked an eyebrow at it, confused.

"...What is that?" Kanra asked.

"You got me." Kaoru answered, lifting the plate out of the box, careful not to drop the beans on it. As she lifted it up, she noticed a note in the box. Picking it up, she looked as it read:

"Happy birthday, Kaoru-san. Sorry for delivering this gift so late, but I got stuck with work at the vet. By the time I got home, it was already late. Anyway, I know you're probably wondering what these beans are. They're Kopi Luwak beans. I may have mentioned them before, but basically, they're used to make a really good blend of coffee! I drink it every morning thanks to Goemon, my pet palm civet. I know you like coffee as much as I do, so I sent these to you. I don't know if you've tried Kopi Luwak coffee before, but it's really good! At least, I think so. I really hope you like it! And happy birthday again."

Signed,

Elliot

“Kopi Luwak?” Kanra questioned the foreign words, not ringing a bell to her.

“Oh! It’s those things!” Kaoru snapped her fingers, finally remembering where she knew that name.

“What are they?”

“There are certain types of coffee beans that go through a process of having an animal eat it, go through its intestines, and where harvesters pick it up and clean it. In this case, the animal is the Asian Palm Civet. It’s very expensive.” Kaoru explained to Kanra, who just stared at Kaoru blankly.

“So…it’s poop coffee.”

“Oh my...they wash them before they sell the damn things, Kanra.”

“Okay but it still was in the poop!”

Just when the two were about to start arguing, a hand reached out and grabbed the plate. It was A.D.A who now held the plate above her head.

“No fighting you two. Yuriko is still angry from earlier. Do you really want to anger her even more?” A.D.A tapping her foot on the ground. Seeing the two shake their heads no, she smiled.

“Good. Now Kaoru, you haven’t slept in almost 200 hours, and you already had 12 cups of coffee today. So no more I'm cutting you off. You can try this tomorrow.” A.D.A ordered and walked away carrying the plate with her.

“A.D.A! Come on! One Sip!”

[mercurygray]

27. — boxes for my girl Molly Mahoney? Please and thank you!

She looked at her watch again and tapped her briefcase against her leg. The story had waited sixty years - it would keep for a couple of hours more.

Finally the door opened - a woman in her late seventies, spry and short-haired, wearing a heather gray sweatshirt with a familiar blue parachute emblem on the front. God, and she looks just like her photographs. She stood up a little straighter.

"Are you Kate? Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you in person, come in!"

"It's very kind of you to have me over, Mrs. Talbert," Kate said, following the woman inside and brushing her shoes on the mat as she went.

"Mighty kind of you to come all this way," Mrs. Talbert said in reply. "Can I take your coat? I had - had Andrea pull some boxes down from the attic."

"A lot of boxes," Andrea said with a grin, hands on her hips and with her flannel shirt rolled to the elbows. "She's got half the National Archive up there, I swear."

"Well, that's what you get when you live with a historian," Mrs. Talbert said with a grin of her own. "At least that's what my husband always used to say."

"And have you seen any of this?" Kate asked the younger woman, wondering if this could be an extra feature all on its own - a nice little nugget for the marketing department to play with.

"Some," Andrea said with a shrug. "I mean, we also pulled down some art I did when I was about nine, so you really are getting the whole Talbert family archive here. But I haven't seen all of it. I didn't really think to ask Gram about the war until I was in college and taking a women's studies class. I brought home a textbook and Gram pointed to a picture and said 'Oh, that's Doris Russo.'"

Molly Talbert shrugged with the slight exaggeration of a woman who thinks she is being falsely accused. "It wasn't something we talked about!"

"So over the last couple of years I've gotten some things down here and there -and then Gram decided to write her memoir, and then it got popular, and now we're here."

"Did you find anything that surprised you?"

"A lot of shirtless pictures of Grandpa," Andrea said without skipping a beat, grinning while her grandmother rolled her eyes. "Gram, I'm not being a prude, it was just funny! Everyone has this image of the 40s as being buttoned up and Gramp was - Gramp!"

"That he was," Mrs. Talbert agreed. "He liked showing off for the ladies."

"I have to say I did love your book, Mrs. Talbert," Kate couldn't help but put in. "It was very heartfelt - very real. I think I speak for a lot of the production staff when I say that we're really taking a lot of inspiration from it."

"Well, I hope you're not just going to make it the Molly show," Mrs. Talbert said with slight admonishment in her tone. "Currahee means we stand alone together - and I might have been lonely sometimes during the war but I was never alone. I hope the book gives that impression."

"It does, very much so."

Mrs. Talbert nodded, and then, almost slyly, asked, "Can I ask what else you're planning on using? For sources?"

I knew she would. "Well, there's a new book, I'm sure you've heard, of Joan Warren's letters, we've used that a great deal, and Marjorie Gordon has an - an unpublished memoir, too. We're hoping to get some interview material, from everyone who's still alive and whom we can track down." She shrugged. "It's early days. We've got high hopes." Her eye strayed to the room beyond, where a table was covered in objects. "Can I see what you've brought out?"

"Oh, yes, absolutely," Mrs. Talbert replied, and Kate could see, for just a moment, a flash of the teacher who'd commanded classrooms for twenty years. "Here, come into the dining room, we laid it all out."

Kate didn't know where to look - at the table, or the woman herself. Both seemed equally important. "This is my jacket - wouldn't let me keep my helmet, but I have my dress uniform jacket. Ribbon bar, my medals - they made me marshall the parade last year, so that had to be up to snuff. Some photos - we always had a couple of cameras around, and we shared prints. This is the scrapbook my mother kept - there's some things about my brother towards the front, but it's mostly - mostly us."

Kate's eye was drawn further down the table - something she recognized from the book, something she knew she wanted to include in the show. God, and I'm seeing it in person. "I think I know what that is."

"Ah, so you did read the book! Yes, this is the company guidon - it's a flag used during parade formations. I - I laid this out when we were in Austria, before we were shipped back to the states. Ruth Sha - well, she's Ruth Toye now, but she was Shapiro then, her mother was something of a seamstress and Ruth was a good sewer, too, so she ran the flag together for me. I can't remember what she used. It lists all our battle honors, and then I had everyone sign it. It comes to all our reunions and - and all our funerals, too." Molly Talbert sniffed a little, her back straightening just a little as she spoke. "It's the whole story." She looked over at Kate with a glint in her eye. "You'll take care of it, won't you?"

She's not asking about the flag. Kate nodded with all the seriousness of an oath, looking around the table at the boxes, the scrapbooks, at Andrea, looking at her grandmother, at Molly herself, still standing after all these years. Take care of it, she'd asked, like it were something that mattered only to her.

"Absolutely." I've never wanted to take care of a story more.

[coconutcordiale]

For your 500 followers celebration I'd love to request a ficlet with Hangman and the girl next door!! ❤❤

pairing- hangman x female!reader

warnings- none idt?? Jake baking? guys there's no smut, no allusion to smut, no angst this is literal fluff (nauseating fluff at that) i don't even know who i am anymore i'm having an identity crisis

length- 0.6k

an- @dempy & anon i hope it's okay i combined y'alls requests :) thank you both sm!!!

we have officially moved away from these fics resembling anything to do with top gun and basically just using jake seresin as a face for my own stupid rom com ish

i probably took the girl next door thing a little too literally but...whatever. also i grew up in suburban california (not lemoore) and we definitely had block parties but is that a thing anywhere else? (someone told me they'd never heard of them idk)

You’re pretty sure the boxes in Jake’s house are still packed since he’s been in Lemoore for all of three weeks, and yet the neighborhood already adores him. You want to find it in you to be irritated that they’ve taken to a single man living alone much faster than they did with you.

You bet Jake never gets any questions about why he’s bought a house before getting married.

Cue eye roll.

To further your annoyance, you’re just as taken with your next-door neighbor as everyone else. You just hope you’re better at hiding it than they are.

(You’re not. But in your defense, you're the only one that comes home to see him vying for neighbor of the year by raking the leaves in your front yard, still in his flight suit.)

As if the dads need to be any more on edge, as if the moms need to trip over their words more frequently around him, Jake brings a pie to the neighborhood block party.

An actual fucking peach pie, that he made from scratch and it’s his mother’s recipe isn’t that so darling?

You briefly wonder if there was any merit to your sixth grade teacher telling you your eyes might get stuck given the amount of time that you spend rolling them.

Jake, the ham that he is, takes it all in stride. Lets the moms, grandmas, and teenage girls fawn over him, lets them pull him all over the party. Spurs it on, really, leaning in so they can get the full effect of his charming smile.

It’d be nauseating if he wasn’t so damn charismatic.

It’s maybe a little embarrassing that you’re so observant of Jake that you can tell when he gets a little uncomfortable, when Mrs. Wilkins runs her hands a little too firmly up his arm, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt where it strains around his bicep.

You’d like to think that his grin is extra warm in your direction when you appear at his elbow, making excuses about how he’s wanted over by the grill.

You try not to laugh as you hand him a beer. “You looked like you needed a save.”

He nods, looking grateful. “Thanks, darlin’.”

“Nice of you to agree to this.” You gesture to the tables of food and endless games of cornhole set up along your street. “They were pretty excited to have a welcome to the neighborhood get-together for you.”

“Walter just wanted an excuse to use his Big Green Egg, I’m sure.”

You snort. “Yeah, probably.”

Jake looks over your shoulder, panic curling in his tone. “Quick, kiss me!”

It’s a testament to what good friends you already are that you don’t even question it, instead leaning into the hand he gently places on your cheek and allowing yourself to be pulled into his hard chest.

His lips are surprisingly soft and you bite back a moan as his hand tangles in your hair. You're a little breathless as you pull back, trying not to let your mind spiral at the gossip storm you're certain you've just started.

“Where is she?”

“Where’s who?” He asks, widening those green eyes in feigned innocence.

“Whoever was coming over here? Was it Mrs. Wilkins again? She isn’t very subtle.”

He grins, eyes sparkling with trouble. “Nowhere, darlin’, just wanted you to kiss me.”

Your lips part in surprise, slapping him on the chest to reprimand him for that sneaky little trick.

“Better stay close though. I think Mrs. Wilkins might have it out for you now,” he continues, snaking an arm around your waist and tilting his sunglasses down so you can see him wink. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

[swallowtailcherry]

Taken By Lust #1: Thor

Summary:

The reader needs some help, and the only one who can is the God of Thunder. Now she has to return the favour, one way or another...

1. I accidentally put down thot instead of Thor 😂😂

2. Anyways, yes I'll provide some summaries to kinda help you understand what's going on.

3. Female pronouns because that's easier for me.

4. This is before the events of the manga so he didn't fight Lu Bu here.

Warnings: 18+, rough sex

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This was possibly one of the most confusing yet frustrating chain of events in your life.

You were just training in your home, trying to improve your strength and stamina. Just as you finished, you found a strange chest that can fit just about 5 fully grown hydras, which wasn't much, since they were the size of humans. It was odd that it was in your home.

Who put this here? Why was it here?

You were curious enough to see what was inside when it suddenly changed and trapped you in a hole that replaced the keyhole. Your top half was inside the box, and your bottom half was sticking out. Trying to get out proved to be a hard task, as the lid was shut tight.

By the gods, that's embarrassing.

You slumped down in defeat, trying to think of another way to get out. The sound of footsteps brought you out of your mind. The familiar clanks from the footsteps brought a bit of hope in you.

"(Y/n)? How did this happen?" You knew it was Thor from his voice. The sound of his voice made your face heat up.

"Ah, I accidentally trapped myself. Could you help me?" You asked, tapping the wood of the chest. Thor let out a grunt and grabbed the metal of the lid. Without much effort, he managed to force the lid open. You looked up, feeling relieved to see the light. With a simple pull, he got you out, gripping you by the hips.

Thor stared at his hands holding your hips. He wasn't too surprised to feeling the softness of them, but the way they fit in his hand perfectly caught him off guard just for a few seconds before letting go.

"Thank you, Thor. Now, is there a reason why you came here?" You questioned the tall God, having to move your head up til you can see your ceiling art clearly.

"My father sent me. He wants to speak with you." That was his response. You followed him to Asgard, feeling rather comfortable with the silence. Thor wasn't an talkative person, same with you, but both of you often had conversations with each other.

You reached Odin, the all father. He stared you down, his two crows copying him. You lowered yourself, bowing down at the god before you.

"You have no need to bow." You nearly jumped from Odin's voice. You straighten yourself, clutching your fists at your sides.

"You wish to speak with me?" He nodded, dismissing his son. Thor was gone in seconds, leaving you with his father. He stood up from his throne, nudging his head towards one of the gardens. You trailed behind him, wondering what he wanted to talk to you about.

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Multiple human-like dummies laid on the floor, completely destroyed and beyond repair. You slashed up another one, the pieces scattered near your feet.

"I should rest for a bit." You mumbled, setting your weapon beside you and sat down. You perked up, seeing Thor in front of you.

"Am I needed again?" You asked, blinking at him. Thor shook his head, his hammer in hand. You looked into his eyes and figured out what he wanted.

"You want to fight me." A nod was all that you need. You stood up, grabbing your weapon and prepared yourself.

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Day by day, some of your time was taken by Thor wanting to fight you. Not that you were complaining, and it was understandable. Thor is often bored when it came to fighting. At first he wasn't able to find someone worthy, someone to be his opponent

Until he met you.

You've been able to cure his boredom much longer than the giants he slain. He knows his father is suspicious of his sudden absence from his home, but he could care less.

Because he was feeling something else towards you.

He watched you rest your hands on your weapon, clearly exhausted from the fighting.

"Can I just rest for a little?" You controlled your breathing, unaware of Thor's eyes on your back. The God took deep breaths, his hand gripping the handle of his hammer tightly.

Thor is certain something was in his drink, but didn't know what it was until it took effect.

He stepped closer, his erection poking your rear end. He put his hammer down, both his hands now holding your waist. You hummed in surprise, looking back at the god.

"Hey Thor? What are you doing?" Without uttering a word, your question was answered when he moved your clothing from your butt, thrusting inside in one swift movement.

"What the- Thor!" You exclaimed, holding onto your weapon as his thrusts became more animalistic. You arched your back by accident from the force of Thor's hands. Thor wrapped his arms around you, pulling out. Thor changed positions, with you sitting on his lap and the tip brushing your pussy. He ripped your panties apart and shoved his cock inside. You yelped out, your walls clenching his cock. Thor continued to bounce you on his lap, watching his dick slide in and out.

"Ahh~" Your moans caused the riled up god to increase the speed greatly. You hugged his neck, your face heating up from the growing heat inside you.

"T-thor- I'm gonna-" You couldn't even finish your sentence when you felt his load shoot into your womb. You took deep breaths, trying to get off him but he kept his grip on you. Somehow, he took you to his room from your home. He tossed you on the bed, climbing on top of you.

"Umm, you can let me go!" You dragged out the last word as Thor slammed himself back inside.

Bonus~~

Morning came around, the birds are singing and Thor was currently hunting his cousin down. He found out that Loki had snuck something powerful enough for Thor to act out his... Fantasies in his drink.

"You can come out now." You called out to the giggling god. Loki was upside down, grinning at you.

"Happy now?" He asked in an teasing matter.

"Yes, but one question. Where'd you find that?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out~"

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First part of Taken By Lust complete.

Next: Poseidon

[yandereloversblog]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 -> 𝔾𝕚𝕗𝕥

Gift ➤ “I’ll give you my everything. I’ll let you take and take and take and I’ll just keep giving.”

  ───────•°˖~❉᯽❉~˖°•───────  

> 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝙰𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜

> 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚗

> 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛

> 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁: 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝

> 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1957

  ───────•°˖~❉᯽❉~˖°•───────  

•This man is growing on me!... Unlike his dad-

•But how do you all find the new set up? I'll actually try making more changes on how I write the types of content cuz I'm detailed oriented like that- and I got a new font keyboard cuz of my friend's generous suggestion XD

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You blinked in surprise, staring at the little box sent as mail again. It's colour your favourite, down to the right shade and wrapped with a pretty, light lavender colour, as usual.

You picked it up, being very gentle and gave it a thoughtful look, in deep thoughts "Now what am I going to do with this one?" You found yourself mumbling with a sigh before entering inside your apartment. Letting go of your backpack, you took off your work clothes then slipped into something more comfortable. You walked to your living room and laid down on the couch, examining the gift you were holding.

You've been getting these gifts sent to you for two or three months now, at first you assumed they had gotten the address wrong every time, there wasn't a name on who sent it or an address where it was sent from. Your address wasn't written out either so they were delivering these gifts themselves. You kept getting innocent things, cute pens, pretty notebooks, even a small little plushie you had mentioned you wanted when you were at work.

That made you narrow it down to a co-worker who might've overheard you 'So it's a prank?' At first you sighed, complaining to one close friend at work about it and requesting their help on trying to find whoever it was. Soon after you got the next gift, a hoodie in your favourite color only this time you also got a note.

'It's not a prank...'

It was printed in a purple serif font, maybe the person didn't want to reveal clues about who they were so they didn't write it themselves "If they're a co-worker they might know where I live then…" That concluded why the person knew where you lived.

"Are they really that shy…?" You had to wonder to yourself, opening the drawer and placing the note inside. The same drawer, after a few weeks was starting to get filled up with other printed notes, the text containing innocent 'I hope you're doing okay.' 'You looked tired today at work, please get more rest.' 'It's getting colder so I sent you a scarf this time.'

"I should be creeped out more huh..." You sighed, leaning on your chair while talking to a co-worker you considered a close friend by now "Yes you should [Y/N], least it's not a creep that's following you everywhere. By what you said they wrote, the person definitely works here." Your friend replied, wiping their hand clean after finishing their lunch "Right?" They asked the person next to them.

You looked at him, he looked like he was caught off guard but then thought about it "Honestly I'd call the police... But if you wanna know who they are just talk to them. Since there are no addresses written down they must be delivering it by themselves. Maybe leaving a note in the mailbox for them to find will do the trick."

You blinked in surprise at the suggestion "Would they even answer though?" Your friend wondered making you shrug "I don't know, but it's worth a try." You then smiled at the guy, making him pause for a second in surprise "Thanks for the idea, Mike."

"... No problem."

...

You harshly dropped your head on your desk, making the grumbled papers on top of it jerk up a little "Well what should I write them??" You groaned in frustration, lifting your head up to glare at the wall, then gave up, taking the small post note and then just writing "Hi" on it "This is the least overwhelming thing to say to my secret admirer..." You sighed, then got up to place the small note in your mailbox.

After two days you got a gift again, expect this time instead of the usual printed letter, with a red pen it was written out a simple reply

"Hey :)"

You didn't know if this was a victory pm getting some clues on who they were or the beginning to your downfall.

...

Another month passed by and you found yourself being in deep thoughts once Valentine's day came around. While you wrote to your pen pal, who you didn't know anything about other than they did a lot of doodles while they wrote and that their favorite color seemed to be purple, you have assumed they were genuine. You attempted to leave a few gifts for them too but they were never taken, you just got a letter that scolded you in return and an expensive jewelry set.

When you woke up for Valentine's day and checked the mail box you got some chocolate and a letter to go with it "Of course..." You chuckled at the sight of the chocolates.

Once going inside you sat on the couch then ate one of the chocolates, happily humming at how good they tasted, once you opened the letter though you nearly choked at what was written.

"Happy Valentine's Day ♡

I made some chocolate, hope you enjoy it.

Love - Michael A."

"Michael??" You mumbled the name in confusion and shock, suddenly growing excited because you had some information "Wonder if there's anyone named Michael at our job." You wondered and happily continued to enjoy the chocolates.

Another shock of the day was a confession you got "Please go out with me." You stared at the brunet in shock, he seemed flustered, deciding to look at the floor right after saying that to your face "... O-okay..." You mumbled back, catching the person off guard as he looked at you in surprise "Really?" He confirmed, the same, charming grin returning to his face "Sure thing Mike, you can have the honor of taking me out on a date." You giggled playfully, Mike was handsome and charming, you'd be lying if you said you didn't have a little crush on him.

Ever since he arrived a month before he's been really nice, and given advice on what to do with the gifts you were getting after you told him about them.

"You're dating Mike! Really!?" Your friend nearly screeched in surprise once you told them, then a knowing grin spread across their face "I knew it~ he always seemed to have a crush on you!"

"Yeah I've been dating him since 11 am- wait really?" You looked up from your phone, looking at your friend in shock "Yup! He always helps you and asks about you when you're gone or sick." Your friend nudged you once seeing your face heat up "O-oh... Hey..." Then you got a sudden idea, since Mike seemed to like you do much even before you knew, was he the one sending the gifts? Mike can be a nickname for Michael "What's his full name?"

"Mike Schmidt."

"Ah..." Well there goes your theory, Mike knew about the person sending you gifts though, will Mike mind Michael though? Probably.

...

"Oh, you really didn't have to." You took the flowers Mike had brought to you for your date with him, an embarrassed smile on your face "It's the least I could do, [Y/N]." He chuckled playfully, a soft pink blush on his cheeks as his eyes were lovingly gazing at you.

Then soon after he noticed a gift on the floor, unopened "They sent another one?" You looked at the gift once Mike alluded to it and frowned "This morning they actually told me their name, I asked around for a Michael A but there wasn't anybody at work named that, or that worked before."

"Maybe it's an aliases, why didn't you open it?" Mike wondered, the curious glint on his eyes fed into your own, this time other than it being your favorite color the box was completely purple, why the change?

"I dunno, guess I'm a little creeped out now on who this person is. I thought it was a co-worker at first but..." You sighed, stepping away to enter inside and put the flowers in a vase before the two of you could leave. You snickered once seeing the cute note Mike had left, it was his number because he had forgotten to give it to you and a few little hearts doodled on the corner.

Once you came back you found Mike staring at the gift still "Are you that curious? Alright, I'll open it." You chuckled, finally picking it up and beginning to open it, Mike grinning as he stepped closer to you to take a better look.

Once you opened it your eyes widened at the expensive couple rings "Those are for us." Mike chuckled, you frowned at how he found the stimulation amusing, the goosebumps on your arms immediately apperant "Nobody knows about us dating, so how could they...?" You told your friend but you knew they'd rather give the gift in public than this.

Noticing your confusing and frustration, Mike frowned "Do you not like them?" He asked, rather disappointed by the tone of his voice making you confused "It's kinda creepy..." You waited for a few seconds, then glanced at the small card you were still holding of Mike's number, suddenly it clicked.

"Oh." Both you and Michael suddenly realized, you turned to look at each other, you in shock and Michael with a frown of disappointment "I forgot this." He chuckled and pulled out a letter from his pockets, it's one of the usual letters you got but the writing said

"You're mine now ♡"

"Oh..." You mumbled again, finally putting the pieces together, you would've been pleasantly surprised -and a LITTLE creeped out- if you hadn't remembered how you began to get these gifts a month before Mike started working at your job.

"M-mike um..." You didn't know how to start, if you just accepted it you wouldn't get a time alone, you didn't know for a full month that he was stalking you, did his gifts have any tracking devices??

And if you ran he'd most definitely chase after you "Now let's put them-..." Michael stepped closer to grab the rings only to see you flinch away unconsciously, body moving on your own "... Don't be scared dear, I promise I mean no harm." Michael chuckled, the same, harmless smile he always showed you at work only his eyes had a certain glint to them as he looked at you, managing to grab one of the rings he grabbed your wrist.

"Michael l-let go!" You immediately demanded, scratching and pushing at his hand to push him away only for Michael to slip the ring on your finger and it fit perfectly, he even knew that "There, I'm sure you liked all the rest of my gifts right?" He chuckled "I’ll give you my everything. I’ll let you take and take and take and I’ll just keep giving~"

You swiftly gave him a kick on the stomach and tried running away the second he let go of you, only for Michael to grab your leg and trip you to fall on the floor "F-fuck..." You whimpered once noticing you hurt your knee during the fall, attempting to get up didn't work once Mike harshly pushed his hand on your back and pinned you down "Sorry [Y/N], I didn't mean for you to get hurt." Mike sighed, rather apathetic despite the claim.

He then took out a cloth from his pocket "I didn't think you'd run away like that, thought I'd have to use this later on, good thing I brought it just to be sure." Your mouth and nose were both covered immediatly after, the intoxicating scent starting to make you dizzy and despite your struggling Michael stayed still.

"Good night darling~"

[yanderes-galore]

can i request a yandere rottmnt donatello scenario?

Sure! Sorry for the long wait, as usual- Aged up like always!

Safety Gear

Yandere! ROTTMNT/2018! Donatello Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Shocking, Implied kidnapping, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Forced relationship.

Donatello claimed his gadgets were for "your own safety". However that explanation felt like an excuse. His gadgets were just too odd.

Why would you need a collar around your neck for safety? Why was there such high security doors in the lair? Was any of it necessary?

"Isn't this neat!?" The purple soft shell turtle squeals. In front of you and him was a box. A shiny collar in a deep shade of your favorite color sat within it. It looked suspicious.

"What... is it, Donnie-" you ask, hesitancy heavy in your voice. The turtle looks to you with excitement before picking up the treasured item.

"This? I've been working on it for months to give you! It's meant to keep you safe! It... has a button on it that allows you to call us for help-"

You eye the collar suspiciously.

"That's it...?"

"Of course!"

"... You do know that collars are not my style, right?"

Donnie's face flushes slightly, looking at the collar in his grasp. He stammers in embarrassment for a moment before finding his words.

"Well, um... I understand that I- Look this was the only way I could get the tech in-"

"All just to give me a way to call for help?"

"Mhm!"

Donnie was trying to hide his blush when speaking with you, the collar firm in his hands. You sigh in exasperation. You weren't a dog.

"Donnie. I have a phone. You have my number." You breathe in deeply. "You text me ALL the TIME- Why would I need this!?"

You calm yourself when you see Donnie give you puppy eyes. He sniffs softly before cradling the device in his hands.

He was always so soft... his brothers always said so.

"I... I made it for you because I thought we got along well- You make me so nervous when you're not around here. What if someone steals or breaks your phone? How will you contact me then? Please... can you at least wear it for the day?"

Donnie's begging towards you, tears pricking his eyes. You hate seeing your friend so upset- He always had a way with tugging at your heartstrings.

"Donnie..." You start, the turtle staring at you with hope. "...Fine. Just for the day. I'm hiding it with my shirt, though."

"That's fine!" The turtle blurts, immediately happy again. "Let me help you put it on!"

You sigh and sit down, allowing the turtle to unclasp the collar before fastening it around your neck. You were surprised at how comfortable it was. It was such a nice shade, too.

You just wondered how he knew your measurements.

"You look so nice with it on...." Donnie muses softly, clicking a switch on the collar before backing away. He lingered for just a bit too long but he quickly gave you your space back.

"Thanks...." You murmur out of discomfort. You felt weird with it on. Why couldn't he have made a bracelet? This was degrading!

"You're welcome!" Donnie winks, walking over to a table to fidget with some other device. "You're good to go!"

You give your turtle friend a smile before standing yourself up, strolling through his little lab to leave for the day. However, before you exit those doors, you freeze.

It wasn't intentional. Your mind just couldn't process what was going on. Not when there was such a strong current of electricity surging through you like you've been tazed.

Without much of a word you collapse on the ground. Your body goes rigid before the current stops. Your mind feels fried, trying to process what you just did.

You willingly let Donnie put a shock collar on you. The turtle managed to sweet talk you into putting such a device on you, too. You couldn't believe it.

"Oh good, it works!" Donnie coos, making his way over to you. "I worked so hard to get it just right...."

You stare fearfully at the purple turtle you once called your friend. Now? Monster seemed to be the only title that fit.

"Donnie- what-"

"Shock collar, baby~ In your favorite color and everything! Isn't it pretty? I can make it go off whenever I wish or whenever you try to leave."

Donnie's grin is smug yet sadistic when he explains what's around your neck. You can't believe such a sweet turtle would do such a thing.... Especially one that was your friend.

"Why-?" You manage to croak out, Donnie cupping your face with his hands.

"Because..." The turtle grins, eyes holding a lovesick look in them.

"You can't get hurt if you can't leave me!"