#the grip this stupid cat series has on me

[mangostar]

ok I caved and bought some old cover wc books on ebay

[lapdoodlebop]

Stole A Breath

A small little ace x reader drabble I made! it was supposed to be part of a series but then it got out of hand and slowly stopped becoming part of what I originally intended. Not proofread!!

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What sorta loser gets all sweaty when they start holding hands with their crush?' Little does Ace know that he IS that sorta loser, as much as he'd loathe to admit it.

Don't get him wrong. When the two of you become friends, it's nothing to bat an eye over for him. Pats on the back for getting test scores that would send any student spiraling? You guys shared those all the time.

Playful hair ruffles for when either of you say something stupid? He's already messing up your hairdo despite your constant complaints. The sight of you taking his hand while you're pushing through the halls of a bustling crowd isn't even uncommon. You two became best friends in a flash, with physical affection as easy as breathing air.

But all the sudden, it's gotten a bit harder to not choke around you.

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You and Ace just got out of class, and already swarms of students was taking up every bit of surface possible. There's not even a special occasion, maybe other than a special lunch deal that's been plastered on the walls as posters. Ace clicks his tongue; he's interested to try the new breakfast sandwich on the menu, but he's not sure he wants to weave through hangry, desperate students for it. Thats when you seem to cut off his airflow.

“Come on,” you wordlessly raise your hand and take his before he can get a chance to breathe.

Your fingers are a lot softer than he gave credit for. Did you have some sort of deal with Vil for moisturizer or something? It’d explain why he feels the need to feel your palm at least one time and at most a dozen or two dozen. And your grip is firm, but it’s so gentle too. The way it’s wrapped around his own rougher fingers suddenly has him praying he doesn’t have sweaty palms. He doesn’t, right? That would be so lame. But you haven’t complained yet. You shouldn’t, y-you’re the one that initiated all the skin contact, not him!

His cheeks pinken, eyebrows furrowed as the corners of his mouth twitch into a dismayed expression. What the hell was he thinking? This wasn’t any different from all the other times you took his hand.

So why can’t he follow a single word you’re saying? Something about the cafeteria and cats and sandwiches, he can’t even remember what he wanted right now. Sure the crowd’s a lot bigger than expected, he’s getting pushed against you and his chest bumping into your back is causing him to choke on what little breath he has, b-but that’s a given! Great Seven, he never pays attention in class but this is ridiculous. His eyes keep looking from the back of your head to the hand you interconnected with his, slotted like a puzzle piece waiting to be complete. His hand (all on its own, that’s what he’ll tell you) turns to hold yours (his ‘lead me away’ doesn’t sound so sarcastic anymore when it’s for you). The casual squeeze you give him back sends him further than he thought, goosebumps suddenly running under his sleeve and across his arm. His breath catches in his throat again and now he has to breathe manually before he forgets to.

And then, an idea hits him. A stupid, stupid idea.

You have to be thinking the same thing, right? That’s why this feels so weird. You two are on the same wavelength so often that you must be somehow projecting your thoughts into his own. That HAS to be the reason! It’s totally not him trying to save face over the fact he’s becoming the guy clamoring over one bit of contact from a person he thinks is kinda (really) nice to look at and kinda (really) nice to be around and he wouldn’t mind hanging out with them (forever, in a space together, seeing each other all the time and more).

The butterflies twirling around in his stomach must be what you’re experiencing too, certainly not caused by how you turned back and smiled at him, him of all people you share your smile with all the time as if it was reserved for him only. You must think the same about the wry smile he’s giving you back, one that holds a little too much affection than he wishes he held. He’s pretty great, right? At least, he hopes you think he’s great..

The cafeteria’s a lot closer than he thought. When you guys get there, he lets out the air you kept hostage from him. But now he’s definitely teasing you for wanting to be so close to him afterwards. Taking his hand and dragging him around, no shame in being interested y’know!

That night, unfortunately, he’s clutching his pillow against his reddening face, scowling at the idea that he wouldn’t mind you dragging him around like that on a date.

[disneyprincemuke]

just a responsible pet owner * fem!driver

she comes home after a night of drinking, suddenly concerned about what their pets are eating

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver

notes: hi ive had this fic idea in my head FOR WEEKS and i think it's so funny so here we are

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

“be careful!” logan scolds as she pushes the door open, stumbling into the door as she opens it.

she kicks her heels off as she waves logan off who’s trailing behind her, arms held out protectively in case she were to fall into one of their shelves.

“i’m fine,” she mutters, slowly walking and swaying further into their apartment. she has her hands held out on both walls of the entryway to steady herself, desperately ignoring the way the room spins and how she’s stepping on her foot every time she walks.

“i hardly believe that. you drank too much, rocky,” logan sighs, scratching his head.

this could have been easier if she’d just agreed to let him carry her back from his car to their apartment. she wouldn’t have had to struggle stumbling everywhere in her heels, knees giving in every couple of steps.

she shakes her head. “i’m fine– oh! my kids! hello, kids!”

she drops to her knees next to the black cat by his feeding bowl, meowing at her as he puts his two front paws on her thigh. “hi, kid. did you miss me?” she grabs both sides of the cat's face, hunching over and pressing kisses to the top of the cat’s head. “i missed you. what are you doing? are you eating?”

“i think he was eating,” logan mutters. he bends over and puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “we should really get you to bed — take off your makeup and drink lots of water. how does that sound?”

she turns around, eyebrows furrowed at him with a frown. “that sounds stupid.”

he lifts his eyebrows. “oh?”

“yeah,” she hums, wrapping her arms around kidnapper, who willingly gets into her lap. “i want to cuddle with my baby.” she rests her cheek on the top of the black cat’s head, then opens her eyes. “is your food even nice?”

shortly, the corgi starts trudging up to her happily, prompting the young girl to squeak and open her arms up to the pup. stubby reciprocates and cuddles into her lap, tail wagging in happiness at her affection.

“dude,” logan repeats himself in a slightly firmer tone. “you need to drink some water and get to bed. at this rate, you’ll fall asleep on the floor.”

“wait,” she mutters, dropping the animals in her hands. she tilts her entire body and rests her head on the wall. “am i even feeding you well? is your food as yummy as you make it out to be?”

logan lets out a soft cry, his arm darting out immediately to grab her wrist before she could grab a kibble from the cat bowl. “that’s cat food.”

“i know,” she says in a whisper, her other hand coming around to tear his grip off her. “i just want to taste their food and make sure they’re eating well.”

if you had told him 5 hours ago that this would be the outcome of their night out, he wouldn’t have believed you. she’d always prided herself in having control over her body when she was drunk, but it seems that she’s just in another dimension tonight. he assumes it’s the 4 cups of margaritas that she downed in 10 minutes before he dragged them out of the club.

“that’s not for you!”

“stop telling me what not to eat! you’re not noah!” she squeaks, turning around to shove him away. “it’s just cat and dog food — i won’t get sick!”

logan throws his head back. “i can’t risk that! noah will kill me if anything happens to you before the race this weekend!”

she lets out a soft scream when he grabs both of her arms, pulling her away from the pet bowls, throwing her head back and resting it on his shoulder. “let me be the pet food police! if they’re not nice, i have to change the brand we’re getting!”

“mate, if they didn’t think it was nice, they wouldn’t be eating it!” logan fights back, pulling her arms back from darting forward to get a taste of their food. “stop trying to try it!”

“fine!” she drops her arms to her side as logan finally lets go of her. she blinks blankly and pouts her bottom lip out. “can i have a glass of water please?”

he stares at her, slightly hesitant. “you’re not going to do anything stupid?”

she shakes her head and drops it slightly, her hair falling down the sides of her face. “i’m thirsty. please?”

“okay,” logan nods, slowly scrambling to get off the floor. “stay here, okay? don’t go anywhere; i’ll help you get to bed after you drink some water.”

but he should have known better than to leave her unattended at that state. he had left for 20 seconds maximum to hurriedly get her a cup of water. when he came back, she’s lying on her stomach, chin in her hand with her elbow propped up against the ground, chewing away on something.

“hey, what the fuck are you eating?” logan screams, putting the cup down on their dining table and rushing over to where she is on the ground. “mate, you’re worse than stubby when he was a puppy! what are you eating?”

she doesn’t have the same urgency. her feet are in the air and she turns to him with doe eyes. “it’s kinda bland.” she looks at kidnapper, lying down innocently next to her. “how do you eat that, mate? it’s got no taste at all.”

she doesn’t spare logan another glance, just turns away and turns to stubby’s bowl. “what about you, tubs? what does your food taste like?”

“stop eating their food! if you’re that hungry, i’ll make you a sandwich!” logan scolds, climbing on her back to pull her away from the pets’ corner. “that’s not your food. stop eating it!”

“i need to see if their food is good food!” she continues to defend herself, pushing her arm forward in hopes that logan would be the first to give up the fight. “please! i’m a concerned pet owner!” she turns her head. “you don’t care for my kids!”

logan rolls his eyes. “yes, i do! i walk stubby every morning we’re home!”

“if you cared for them more, you’d try their food so that we know what we’re feeding them!”

“that’s not the same thing!”

“yes, it is! leave me alone!”

“rocky! pet food is not human food!”

“i just wanna try it!”

“give it up! you’ve tried kidnapper’s food and that’s enough,” logan sighs, dropping himself on the floor next to her. his hands, however, are still gripping hers and tiredly pulling her away from the bowls. “please stop trying to eat their food. it’s not for you.”

“why not?” she whines, now dropping her head to rest on her arm. “i’m being a responsible pet owner, mate.”

“no, you’re just being stupid.”

“aw, take that back!”

“but you are!”

“you’re always so mean to me!” she squeaks, lifting her head to look at him. “i’m going to bed!”

logan chuckles, “if you can get up and make it to bed by yourself, i’ll let you eat stubby’s kibble.”

she sighs loudly and drops her head again, followed by an even louder whine. “fine. you got me.”

they let the silence overcome them for a moment, his hands still gripping hers tightly. he’s let his guard down too easily once tonight and there is absolutely no way that she will get the best of him again.

“can you take me to my bed now?” she starts softly. “and i’d like that glass of water now.”

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that feature badass Louis. If you enjoy our rec lists and want them to continue, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Bite | Mature | 10,980 words

Louis is a vampire hunter, and Harry is too happy being his prey.

2) Don't Call Me Angel | Mature | 16,648 words

Manhattan is a dangerous playground for the rich and entitled Alphas of New York. Those same wealthy Alphas are robbed after spending one night in the presence of a blue-eyed Omega and Officer Styles is assigned to the case.

3) Friendly Neighborhood Spideypool | Explicit | 18,705 words

“Don’t fuck with me, I’m not in the mood.” Louis’ got the urge to punch him in the face, but he knows deep down that if anything it’ll just add fuel to Harry's innuendo fire. “You know I only fuck you, not with you. There’s a difference. It’s slight but still there.” He’s joking, but it’s sincere in a way that only Deadpool could make it. It gives Louis a strange mix of emotions, his body doesn’t know whether to fill with butterflies or to knee Deadpool in the balls again for insinuating them fucking.

4) Death Wish | Explicit | 22,067 words

Louis hates vampires, he lives his life trying to kill as many as he can, night after night, year after year. He hates them. Then why the fuck is he kissing one? Again. “I mean it, Harry.” Louis says, into his mouth this time. “You need to get the fuck away from me.”

5) The Games We Play | Explicit | 23,488 words

Louis is a political lobbyist who chose his career over his personal life a long time ago and has never regretted it. Then he met Harry.

6) The Voice Of Range And Ruin | Explicit | 25,470 words

It seemed as if the freshly formed Omega Uprising had always been a step or two ahead of the Commandant and the rest of the reigning Alphanian officials. The idea had been floated that there must be someone working with them from the inside, reporting back to them on the government’s plans so that they could be prepared. That person had yet to be discovered, and the Commandant and his surrounding forces had finally had enough of this game of cat and mouse. Harry understood. He agreed. It needed to come to an end, one way or another.  “Your job is to navigate their landscape and gain entry into their forces. You will pretend to be one of them and gain reliable intel for us. It’s clear that no one else has been capable of doing it, and you at least have some semblance of experience in this field. This has gone on for too long, Harry. Enough is enough.” He made direct eye contact with his son, holding it. “I’m counting on you.” 

7) Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent | Explicit | 28,832 words

Where Harry is leading an army to overthrow the king of Cheshire and Louis is one of the volunteers who joins them along the way.

8) You Fill My Lungs With Sweetness (Can I Be Close to You?) | Explicit | 29,884 words

Busy picturing Harry’s stupid face on the stupid dummy, Louis goes through a series of kicks before returning to a low guard and cycling through punches. Harry’s still talking, gesturing with his hands as he rounds Louis, standing to his back. “You do a few butt-shaping exercises, tighten this up a little bit,” he smacks Louis’ arse and the omega freezes while Harry cheerfully continues, “you could pull this off.” “You know what?” Louis snaps, lifting on his tiptoes to get the leverage so he can wrap his arm around the alpha’s neck, forcing him to bend in half while Louis locks him in a chokehold. “Pull this off,” he snarls. They stagger over a few steps, Louis gritting his teeth as Harry tries to break free. “Is it because Payne hates me?” he complains, voice edging on an annoyed whine, “Or is it, like, an omega thing?” Too late, Louis realizes that Harry has got a grip on his leg and this time as he pulls against Louis’ hold, it loosens, the alpha lifting him in the air before slamming his back into the mat, breaking Louis’ grip completely. Harry kneels on the mat, hovering over him with a sneer, “Don’t kid yourself. Nobody thinks of you that way.”

9) Just Let Me Adore You | Not Rated | 34,913 words

The one where Louis and Harry shouldn't make sense. Where Louis' past and Harry's present intermingle and no one is thinking straight.

10) Not Everything is So Primitive (Oh, but I’m Giving In) | Explicit | 35,809 words

“Okay, hold your bloody horses, I’m coming,” Niall rips open the door, freezing at the sight of Harry, bloody and disgruntled, standing on his doorstep, “What the hell happened to you?” “My husband,” Harry grumbles, pushing past Niall and walking into his entryway, “He tried to kill me,” Harry pauses, turning to Niall and grabbing his shoulders, “He tried to kill me with his fucking car.”

11) Burning Soul | Explicit | 39,513 words

Louis is a rogue Omega wolf, all he wants is a new start. Will he allow himself to fully embrace what awaits him, or will he run again, too damaged by past hurt?

12) Soaked In The Blood Of Angels | Explicit | 40,867 words

The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape. Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago. This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

13) No Easy Choice, But You're Mine | Explicit | 45,603 words

Louis is an omega hitman with one last job that goes a little sideways. Harry is the alpha bartender that looks a little too closely and cares a little too much.

14) Falling Without Caution | Explicit | 50,350 words

Louis Tomlinson, a wanted criminal, was captured by the FBI after years of chasing. Instead of being locked up in a high-security prison, he was offered a deal. What was supposed to be the end of a decade long chase turned into a morally grey circumstance for Agent Styles.

15) Let Your Damage, Damage Me | Explicit | 57077 words

A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared. Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate. ‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand. “Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”

16) Men of Steel, Men of Power | Explicit | 58,849 words

“You’ve been watching me,” Styles said. Louis swallowed around nothing. He tried for light. “You’re the newest addition, people are bound to be curious,” he said. “Sure,” said Styles, in a somewhat condescending tone. “I’m not that daft, I do notice the curiosity regarding my clothes. That’s not what you’re doing though, hm?” Styles’ gaze was intense, and Louis could feel it burn on the side of his face, but kept his eyes stubbornly on the coffee cup. “I,” he said, licked his lips. Took a deep breath, tried to look open, confident, dominant. Alpha.

17) Somethin' Bout You | Explicit | 59,855 words

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one.

18) The Face Of Love's Rage | Explicit | 67,421 words

“What if I tell you,” the princess said slowly, “I can get you five kingdoms and a lover?” Harry’s brows rose. “Only five?” he said mockingly. “And a lover. Don’t forget the lover.” “I have a lover.” “Do you?” the omega tilted her head, smiling, “I think right now, you have a consort, two friends, and a hostage. If you marry Julien, you will lose a friend and gain another hostage. Do you want him as a hostage or as a friend?” Harry’s temper was about to snap and break all hell loose. His hands itched to do something with the wild creature in front of him, with her untamed spirit that seemed to mock his authority and challenge his very presence. Abigail Tomlinson, with all her secrets and sins, defied not only his status, but everyone who dared to get in her way. Always making everyone aware that the only reason she was still there wasn’t because Harry let her, but because she wanted to be. Seven kingdoms, two sinners and one big secret.

19) Through Struggles, To The Stars | Explicit | 80,582 words

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what's right.

20) The Rose Of Whitechapel | Mature | 100,182 words

Jack the Ripper au - Detective Constable Harry Styles and his partner, DC Liam Payne, lead the case on the Whitechapel murders. Louis Tomlinson, the Rose of Whitechapel, is harbouring secrets of his own, along with a dark and sordid past. When their paths cross, truths are revealed, and perhaps hearts are mended... A darkness is brewing, and it's finally come to collect on the promise it was made.

21) Gloria Regali | Not Rated | 100,985 words

"I am very proud of you," Louis admitted, his eyes displaying his conviction, "you are very brave and ridiculously determined." Harry looked at him, as he shook his head, reaching out to his hand, he held it, "Trust me, it is not enough." "What makes you say that?" "Because if it was, you would have been married to me."

22) The Galaxy's Edge | Explicit | 113,921 words

In which Louis is a bounty hunter with a messed up past. Harry is a prince who just wants to prove himself. Niall and Zayn have too many things to figure out together. And Liam just wants to take care of his family. Things never quite go as they are planned during a simple rescue job.

23) Run Like the Devil | Explicit | 139,152 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

Harry stops pouting, but his frown is still fixed in place. “Are you sure?” he asks. “You know it’s your soul you’re signing away.” He sounds…sad? No, that’s not right, but there’s something. Christ. This is the most incompetent demon Louis’ ever met. If he hadn’t seen the red of his eyes he wouldn’t believe he was a demon at all. How’d he get this job if he isn’t trying to convince Louis to deal? Or is it just another trick? A ploy for sympathy? “I’m sure,” Louis says. “Come over here and kiss me.”

24) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Mature | 212,387 words

In a world where one was either an Alpha or an Omega wolf, Louis found himself in a body that could be neither. Born an Omega without the expected characteristics of one, he felt broken, choosing to live as Alpha a lifestyle as he could. Harboring a serious lack of respect for Alphas and their authority complexes, Louis managed to get himself banished from his home, forced to wander the unforgiving woods for years, facing the elements and fighting enemy rogues each time they arose. Unbeknownst to Louis, in a tribe to the southwest of his home, there lived a dysfunctional Alpha, the orphaned pack leader Harry, who had never felt satisfied enough with anyone to settle down and continue his royal line. Living their lives apart thus far, the both of them assumed that they might be alone forever, making the best of things despite this even though it hurt. Chance, luck, or maybe fate brings Louis to this tribe when he’d least expected to receive kindness and shelter from a stranger, and when he arrives, something in his soul pulls him to Harry like a raging river current. The two don’t get off to a good start, but everyone around them can sense the chemistry—and in time they do too.

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Murder On The Dance Floor (part 3)

(from the When the Cat and the Mouse Go For a Midnight Dance series) | Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Prompt: Vigilante!Reader x Agent!Natasha

Summary: Natasha isn’t having the best of luck in trying to bring one of the ex Hydras general down. You however may be able to assist her. Will you two be able to cooperate? Or is it your fate to always stand on opposite teams?

Warnings: Nothing too explicit. Just angst-

WORD COUNT: 3849

A / N: Helloo! So, this is a lengthy one. Remember when I said that this was a trilogy? Well, clearly not-There will be at least one more xd Thank you all for reading and interacting <3

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When it came to Agent Natasha Romanoff, the word easy was never in your vocabulary. If anything, your dynamic was the opposite. Between the two — both so different, so stubborn and set in your own ways—peace never had a chance to take root.

But as you two glided onto the dance floor with a scary synchronization, an old ‘70s song playing softly, that elusive word was the only one that came close to describing the moment.

It was staggeringly, painfully easy.

The redhead took the lead almost instantly, with a grace and serenity that seemed worlds away from her usual strict persona. The lights cast errant glimmers of gold and silver over her, making her pale skin seem to glow. The faint scent of her perfume left a trace in the air that you couldn’t help to notice.

In these fleeting instances, the woman you’d been at odds with for years seemed subtly, strangely changed.

As if swaying to the beat, guiding you effortlessly through each step, was something she was born to do—like reuniting with an old friend from the past.

You might’ve been confident in your own skill, but you were briefly relieved that Natasha clearly knew what she was doing. If you hadn’t known her better, you might have mistaken her for any of the prestigious dancers here.

Struck by the unfamiliarity of the moment, you were startled back by the countdown of Ethan Cole.

“One, two, three, one!” With that, the music changed to a more upbeat song, and everyone sprung into action. 

With a firm grip on your waist, Natasha pulled you closer to her, her lips lightly gracing your ear. You could feel the warmth of her body contrasting against your usually chilled skin. 

”So, what now?” She blurts out, straight to the point. You create some just enough distance to blink up at her innocently. 

“Oh, whatever do you mean?” You asked sweetly. The redhead didn’t even blink as she stared you down with an unimpressed look.

”Please, we both know you're not planning on winning this with the honour of sportsmanship, so let's cut down the chase.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Oh, perhaps she did know you. 

“But that’s my favourite part!” You practically whined. 

She was right, of course. You weren’t stupid enough to let season veterans surpass you so easily. “You wound me, Natasha. I can play nice, y’know.” You defy, but she merely looks at you. 

“Perhaps. But you don't really want to, do you?” She mutters, lowly enough to almost get engulfed by the base notes of the song. But you hear it loud and clear, the words sending a pang of excitement which further increases as you see the tiniest of smiles graze her lips. “So, who is it going to be first? The Barbie and Ken you have been eying up since we first arrived? Or perhaps that one couple who just came out from a 70s disco ball special magazine? 

Your smirk went into a full-blown grin. ”Ah, perhaps some of my mischievousness has rubbed off on you.” You taunted defiantly. 

“You wish” She scoffed, now with a small smirk of her own. This was no different from your usual banter, but instead of the underlying aggressiveness, there was just harmless playfulness. It felt familiar but strange all the same. 

“Just…-“

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes with a playful huff. “Don’t worry. It’ll be a… bloodless murder on the dance floor. Just try not to kill the groove, and we’ll get that pass.”

Natasha arched an eyebrow at your quip, a glint of challenge in her eye. Before you could process it, she pulled you in close, spinning you around with a swift, practised move. In an instant, you found yourself pressed against her, her hand settling confidently on your hips.

Heat flushed your cheeks as her face leaned in close to your ear, her breath warm against your skin. You could practically feel the overconfidence radiate off of her when she whispered, “Oh you got it twisted Raven. You will be the one trying to keep up with me.”

You gulped, not really knowing how to react to this sudden shift in her attitude. No, you were the one who usually teased her, not the other way around. It was throwing you slightly off balance. 

After another beat, she spun you around again, bringing you face to face. You pray to the high heavens that she doesn’t notice the slight pink on your cheeks. 

As if on cue, a call of ‘The all together’ rang out. In the blink of an eye, the dancers fell into a line formation, their bodies synchronized, down to the stomps on the ground. Arms raised in a clap, performing a series of dramatic moves in perfect unison.

You seized the brief moment of distance from your peers to gather your thoughts. This wasn’t the time to lose focus. No, you were here for a reason. This time there was something higher at stake.

Natasha distracting you shouldn’t even be a factor! But ever since stepping onto the floor, it was as though she had done a complete 180 on you.

The intensity rose, some couples are already being disqualified, but there were still too many people left, you realized. Shaking your head, you took a deep breath. Concentrate, Raven.

Graciously, Natasha seemed to float above the air as she reached for you again. Once you two were together again, you scanned the other participants' positions, trying to find an opening.

A sigh escapes you, thinking how easy it could have all this been if Natasha didn’t force you to play nice. 

As the two of you engaged in some movements, you eyes landed on the various couples. Some were already moving with  impressive confidence, reaching cockiness. 

You cursed softly under your breath. This just barely started and you already have seen someone being spun through the air like a helicopter. 

But if they think they are going to get away with victory, you are going to prove them wrong.

”Move us to the right.” You mutter in her ear as she pulls you in close after yet another crossed movement. Surprisingly enough, the redhead complies, easily moving you around to where you desired. 

Rolling away, you “accidentally” flex your leg, just in the nick of time to make a woman trip and fall on her backside. 

There was a commotion as the girl’s partner stumbled, desperately trying to catch her up, but it was too late. One of the judges noticed the mistake and promptly disqualified the two. 

The girl, red-faced with fury and indignation, started throwing accusations in your direction, her words growing more frantic as she was pulled away by her partner—and eventually by Cole himself, who seemed to have none of it. Her protests were muffled by the booming call of the “All Together.”

Natasha stepped up beside you, gawking. 

“What?” you said, shrugging and refusing to look her way. “It got the job done, didn’t it?

Her lack of answer was enough for you.

Your attention shifted to an obnoxiously coordinated trio of men directly in front of you. You rolled your eyes, already setting your sights on them. Before you could make your move, Natasha’s hands found their way to your hips, effortlessly guiding your body to the rhythm. 

Her movements were fluid, her touch steady, and your coordination fell perfectly in line as though you two have been practising this for weeks. Was there anything she wasn’t good at? You asked yourself in a mix of confusion and subtle admiration. Not that you would ever confess the last one of course.

As she extended both your arms outward, her free hand brushed over your shoulder in a deliberate motion. Your breath hitched, your eyes fluttering slightly at the unexpected gentleness. You weren’t used to this—weren’t used to her like this.

“I know that glint,” she muttered near your ear, her voice knowing. “Got another victim in your sights, don’t you?”

You hummed in confirmation as you guided her with your eyes to the next person to sabotage, not trusting your voice to sound steady. Natasha caught on to your plan as you slipped from her grasp, gracefully executing a cross-body turn. 

She was quick to guide you back into rhythm as you swooped in, swiftly grabbing the thin strap of one of the competitors’ dresses. With a tug, the whole dress fell, pooling at the woman’s feet.

A gasp escaped the blonde as she scrambled to cover herself, fleeing in panic with her partner chasing after her.

“That was mean,” Natasha admonished, though the laugh she barely stifled betrayed her. The corners of her lips twitched upward, and for a moment, the guarded edge that so often was present in your exchanges softened under the shimmering light of the mirror ball.

“Oh? Is Agent Romanoff actually having fun?” you teased, unable to hide your delight at the rare shift in her demeanour.

Natasha huffed, but the faintest trace of a smile lingered on her lips, betraying her amusement.

It caught you off guard. The usual tension and harshness that defined your… relationship, seemed to dissolve in the glimmering light. For once, there was no mission, no stakes—just the two of you, sharing a laugh in a moment that felt painfully human. Having a nice, casual moment

A voice laughed mockingly in your head at that. 

This went on for a while to the point where even less people remained. The only issue was that the quality of them was also notoriously good.

Through the speakers, one judge announce a small break time. The competitors were expected to keep a bit of a groove going, but it was also a chance to grab some refreshments. It did give you an idea.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you said softly, stepping away from Natasha. Before she could ask what you were about to do, you managed to slip through the crowd, your movements fluid enough to blend in with the rhythm of the room.

Spotting the drinks table ahead, you made your way toward it, gliding with purpose. You glanced around, making sure the coast was clear, then discreetly twisted the hidden compartment on your ring, revealing a small amount of white powder. Just as you were about to mix it into the lemonade, a familiar presence stopped you.

Natasha.

This time, she succeeded in intercepting you, catching your wrist. Her grip was firm but not rough. 

“Raven—” She started, with doubt. It wasnt as accusatory as usual, but it had enough distrust.

“Natasha,” you interrupted, mimicking her tone, though the seriousness on her face made you falter slightly. 

The playfulness from earlier was briefly diminished, replaced with a slightly sharper gaze that meant business. 

Of course. You were briefly enchanted by your timed truce. Natasha’s trust in you still remained as fragile as always.

You sighed, deciding to drop the act. “Geez relax, I’m not poisoning anyone. It’s just laxatives,” you admitted with a chuckle. “Lame, I know, but effective.”

Her eyes narrowed as she studied you, searching for any sign of deceit. But you held her gaze steadily, unflinching. After a tense moment, she finally released your arm.  “Thank you,” you said while forcing a grin, stepping past her toward the table.

 You didn’t know why her distrust stung, it wasn’t like the two of you were friends.

“Now shoo—you’ll scare off the boys.” You winked with an overexaggerated enthusiastic expression before turning back to your task, feeling her eyes linger on you for a moment longer before she moved away. Quickly putting in the powder, you stirred the drinks, stood pretty and waited. 

Quickly enough, the trio of men from before approached you, each one wearing what they likely thought were “million-dollar” smiles. You greeted them warmly enough, keeping your expression as unassuming as possible.

“Hey there. Saved some drinks for us?” one asked cockily.

Feigning shyness, you nodded and held out the drinks.

“I’ve been watching you,” another added, his voice dripping with confidence. “Quite the pretty thing with some decent moves, aren’t ya?” His eyes gave you a once-over, and you fought the urge to roll your own. Oh, you’d been watching them too, alright.

You accepted the compliment with a small, bashful smile as they eagerly grabbed their drinks, clearly parched.

They didn’t hesitate, drinking quickly. It didn’t take long for discomfort to show on their faces. Their grins faltered, replaced by pained grimaces, and just as quickly as they had arrived, they were stumbling away, clutching their stomachs.

You finished your own drink with a satisfied grin, which you quickly replaced with one of feigned confusion.

However, your moment of triumph didn’t last long. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Montgomery’s sharp gaze locked onto you. 

You froze briefly, then scanned the dance floor for Natasha, only to realize that she had noticed too. When her eyes met yours across the room, an unspoken understanding seemed to pass between you.

Before you could process what was happening, Natasha moved swiftly. Taking advantage of the distraction caused by the participants crowding the drink table, she slipped out of sight, disappearing behind the curtains. A moment later, you caught a glimpse of her grabbing Montgomery—the older woman’s face twisting in surprise—before they both vanished from the floor entirely.

You blinked, momentarily stunned.

Huh. You didn’t think she had it in her to play along with your games. 

She soon enough came out of the shadows, moving towards you as if nothing happened, just in time for the dance to resume. Guiding you yet again to the dance floor, you couldn’t help but so sneaker. She huffs while moving to position. 

“That was reckless.” She comments. You shrug, hands returning to your rightful place. 

“What’s life without a little risk? Besides, now we only have two judges to care for.” She doesn’t look necessarily pleased with your justification, but relentless nonetheless. 

“Spin me around.”  You muttered, subtly patting your chest with your free hand. Always observant, Natasha caught the motion, her curiosity piqued as her eyes followed the movement. When she didn’t respond, you felt slightly put off.

“Natasha?” you called again, your tone playfully insistent.

When her gaze finally locked with yours, you seized the moment, winking with a knowing smirk and raising your eyebrow, questioning.

It could have been the rising temperature or the suffocating heat of the lights, but you were certain the blush that crept up to her ears was very real. Ah, got caught.

She was embarrassed, you realized. It felt a bit nice, seeing for once the imperfect and human person under the secretive superspy. Not that she would ever really show you willingly, you thought. 

Finally, she lifted both your arms with deliberate ease, guiding you into a smooth spin. With flawless timing, you used the momentum to grab the butter packet you snatched from the snack table, flicking it right under the heel of a currently spinning dancer.

Grinning with satisfaction, you watched as the pair stumbled when she slipped and lost their footing, resulting in yet another immediate disqualification.

This pattern continued throughout the night. Your personal favourite moment came when you managed to slip one of your lacy thongs into the pocket of an unsuspecting male dancer. The garment was just visible enough for his partner to spot it, her face twisting in fury before she slapped him hard across the cheek.

Hiding in Natasha’s arms, you parted away from her chest as if startled by the scene, gasping dramatically.

“Wasn’t that one too far?” Natasha murmured, her tone low, brushing past playful. “I think you just broke a relationship.”

You shrugged, your smirk teasing as you feigned innocence. “Hey, I paid the price,” you said with a light-hearted tone, but then your grin turned sharper, your eyes glinting with mischief. You leaned in as if to share a secret.  “I looked really, really good in those.”

Your voice dipped just enough to charge the air, and as you pulled back, you met Natasha’s gaze through your lashes, your head tilted ever so slightly in a challenge.

You didn’t miss the way her breath hitched. The mask of her usual composure faltered, her eyes darkening ever so slightly as her grip on your waist tightened. For a fraction of a second, you felt her fingers curl against you, her control slipping.

“Careful,” she said finally, her voice low and rough, almost a warning.

She knew what you were doing. You were using the same techniques that seemed to be engraved in you. The seductiveness, the calculated teasing. A mechanism. 

It was one thing that set her off, not knowing when the real you started or ended. 

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m just practising.” This made Natasha’s eyebrows furrow, a characteristic wrinkle appearing right above her nose bridge when she was confused. You always noticed it because, well, it was probably the expression you made her feel the most.

“The slick brunette seems to hold Harper’s attention. I’m going to redirect it to me,” you said with confidence. But before you could head to the judge’s table, something tugged at you. 

Ugh, Natasha couldn’t seem to let you go. If it were any other circumstance, you’d be flattered, really.

You turned around again, fully expecting a judging look and a disapproving frown. Or even something you were all too familiar with in your life—people who looked at you as if you were a nuisance, always glancing down at you from above their shoulders.

But no, what you encountered was… worry. A strange, almost foreign expression in Natasha’s repertoire that she had reserved for you, and one you’d never seen directed at you. 

But there was no mistaking it. Her eyes seemed to glimmer, her lips tugging downward in clear displeasure. Her mouth opened slightly, but only a shaky breath escaped for a few seconds before she seemed to regain her composure.

You had never seen this kind of worry on her face, not when it came to you.

Finally, Natasha straightened, her body language shifting into something calmer, almost careful, as she stepped toward you. 

“There’s no need for that.” she said, her voice soft, as if she were trying not to scare you away.

Still confused by the sudden change, you tilted your head up to meet her gaze. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before,” you replied, trying to sound casual.

Her expression, however, didn’t relent. The weight of her concern hung heavy in the air, and you hated it. You hated the shift in the atmosphere, the way her focus seemed entirely locked on you, unyielding. It was making you restless.

This just didn’t happen between you two. It couldn’t.

Your dynamic was never like this, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a spark of resentment at her sudden change. 

You’d bantered, teased, and danced around each other almost two years now. You couldn’t allow her to start caring—not like this.

“But you don’t have to.” she shot back firmly, as if sensing your inner turmoil. “I just…we have an actual shot at winning now. Let’s just keep doing what we’ve been doing until now.”

You huffed, glancing around as if to find some excuse to shake this off. “Natasha, look around. We’re down to the final six. Any trick we pull won’t go unnoticed now.” You tried to sound exasperated, but there was a small tremor in your voice. “C’mon, it’s not like I’m going to sleep with him,” you added, trying to inject your usual teasing tone, but it came out with a shaken breath of desperation.

Desperate for her to return to normal. Desperate for her to stop caring so suddenly and openly. Desperate for things to go back to the way they were. You couldn’t stand this.

Your banter with Agent Romanoff was one of the few steady things in your life. It was entertaining yet distant, predictable yet invigorating—like a perfectly choreographed dance. It was something you relied on, something easy and familiar. Something you desperately needed. 

“Don't say that just— I know that you can, but why do it just now? I…we—are going to find another way that doesn’t involve you seducing the pig.” She insisted. As if also, somehow, begging. You didn’t need to hear the words between the lines to understand. You could see it in her.

You both knew it. Not only that, but you were both trained for it—trained to wield your bodies like mere tools for any ends, stripped of your identities for however long it was necessary to get the job done. But the weight of that knowledge, the sheer detachment it demanded, always gnawed at your soul, voracious and unrelenting.

You two fought. She clearly disliked you. So why was she acting like she worried?

It wasn’t meant to be like this. You both weren’t meant to be like this. Frustration starts to build at her sudden change. How dare she take this away from the briefest of moments?

But this wasn’t Natasha, you realized as you dared to meet her gaze again. Her stormy sea-green eyes had shifted into something softer, something more vibrant—a glimmering jade.

No, this wasn’t Natasha Romanoff.

This was a rough sketch of Natalia Alianova Romanova.

A mystery you hadn’t unravelled.

For the first time since meeting her, you felt your blood drum faster, your chest tightening with a nervousness you hadn’t experienced in years. You had always known how to handle the ruthless, unflinching Agent Romanoff. But standing before Natalia?

You were at a loss.

And you were too weak to handle it. 

Releasing an exasperated breath, you broke the now unbearable eye contact and drew in a steadying breath. This was going too far—you wouldn’t, couldn’t, let it. So, when you opened your eyes again, any trace of Y/N Y/L/N faded into the recesses of your mind, locked away and chained.

When you spoke to her again, it wasn’t you any more, not quite—it was Raven. Every grin, every flicker of movement, every perfectly placed mannerism was calculated, deliberate, practised.

You saw the realization hit her, the weight of it sinking like an anchor in the sea-green depths of Natasha’s irises. Her expression barely shifted, but you could feel it. The tension, the shift, the subtle acknowledgment that you had drawn a line between you both, a barrier she wasn’t meant to cross. But she did. 

”Don’t worry, Agent. I’ll get us those passes.” You smirk, overconfident, but even you could feel the detachment in your own voice.

Slipping away, you managed to avoid her brief disappointment. Finally being able to just breathe normally, you shook your head.

Something between you and Natasha had shifted. You felt it in the erratic thrumming of your heart, like a bird desperate to escape its cage, and the faint tremble in your knees that betrayed your composure. You didn’t know how to handle it—weren’t even sure if you could.

At the table, your hands quivered, a crack in the carefully constructed mask you wore. With a subtle clench of your fists and a steadying breath, you forced the tremor away, slipping into the practised ease of a smile. Whatever had just passed between you and Natasha—it couldn’t matter.

Not now. Maybe not ever.

[bluesylveon2]

Love at First....Fight?

Summary: Retrieving some flowers should be easy for Yuu, right? It would be if it weren't for the annoying guy.

Word Count: 1067

Note: royal au, fluff, a one-sided fight between Yuu and Leona, inspired by a scene in Gnomeo and Juliet. Let's pretend I know things about cacao trees

Warning: not beta read (I wrote this at 12 am), possible ooc characters, and a badly written fight scene

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

Masterlist: here, Series Masterlist: here

"Stupid excuse of a father. Why does he make me do his work for him?" a girl grumbled her bag and dress bouncing with every step. 

As your kind father, you must get me a branch of cacao flowers. Not just any cacao flowers. It is called the floral cacao, typically found in the Sunset Savanna. They are identifiable by their reddish tint and floral smell.

And now, here Yuu was, in the quiet night, walking through her father's botanical garden where the supposed tree grew. Yuu has been inside it before and has seen the variety of plants her father tended to. She had never seen this cacao plant before, but it should not be hard to find. Right?

Yuu walked down the cobblestones path. It was quiet and peaceful. Yet, the girl was unaware of the pair of eyes watching her every move. 

The girl continued walking until she saw it. A few feet away stood a small cacao tree filled with cacao beans. There was one branch of red flowers illuminated by the moonlight. 

"Found you," Yuu smiled and stepped towards the tree. She pulled a pruner out of her bag and cut out a small branch. She was about to place it in her bag when a gust of wind blew past her. 

Suddenly, the branch that was once in her hand was gone. 

"What the?"

"Thanks for the branch, herbivore." A deep voice called out from above her. Yuu looked up to find a dark figure standing on a tree. The shadows covered his features, but she saw only a tan hand holding her branch. "But I'm gonna take this from here." The figure began to move towards the exit.

"Hey!" Yuu yelled and ran after him. She had worked hard to get the flowers, only for a stranger to steal them. Not on her watch! Yuu ran after the figure with adrenaline coursing through her body. She was thankful to her friend, Vil Schoenheit, for forcing her to train with him back in their teenage years. 

The figure continued jumping through the trees. It reminded Yuu of Grim, the stray grey cat monster she saved from a rainstorm. The figure leaped until there were no more trees. He jumped down to the path, and Yuu sped up. 

She was only a short distance away from him when she made her move. "Caught you!" Yuu jumped on the figure's back. 

"Argh!" He yelled and fell to the ground. Yuu reached for the flowers, but the man was faster. He rolled away from her, but Yuu maintained a tight grip on him. It was a game of cat and mouse, where the male would evade Yuu whenever she tried to grab the branch. Yuu was too determined to notice that the male didn't attempt to hurt her. The most he did was pushed her away. 

Growing tired of everything, Yuu threw punches and rolled with the man on the ground. She did not care that her dress was getting dirty, but she was not leaving without the flowers. 

Yuu and the man continued their brawl (it was one-sided) until Yuu saw a window of opportunity. The girl managed to grab the branch and threw it aside. She used her body to sit on the man and clasped his hands, bringing them up over his head. The moonlight shined upon him, revealing a handsome face, striking emerald green eyes with a scar over one, light red blush on his cheeks, and lion ears on top of his head. Yuu was too distracted to admire his features. Had this been a regular meeting, she would spend hours appreciating his handsomeness. She leaned down until her lips were near his ear. 

"Pinned ya," she said in a sing-song voice. That was when reality set, and she realized she was in a very compromising position. Yuu immediately scrambled to get up. "Uhh, sorry about that. I should go." She said hurriedly, grabbed the flowers, and ran off before she could embarrass herself further. 

As Yuu ran away, the man could not hide his smirk. 

"She seems interesting."

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"Father? I'm back." Yuu knocked on Crowley's office door and entered. "I brought the" Her eyes landed on a tall make with long dark red hair. He had tan skin, a kind smile, wore golden high-quality-looking clothes, and a gold ring with a lion emblem on his left ring finger. "Uhh, hello?"

The man smiled even wider. "Hello. You must be Yuu." He stood up and walked towards the girl and extended a hand. "I'm Falena Kingscholar. King of Sunset Savanna." 

Yuu bowed slightly and shook Falenas hand. "It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty." 

Falena chuckled. "No need to call me that. You can call me Falena. After all, we might be family soon."

Yuu raised an eyebrow and looked at Crowley. "Family?"

Crowley smiled, stood up, and brought Yuu into a big hug, "Remember how you were no marriage proposals?"

"I declined them because they were all rude, snotty, and not worth it," Yuu muttered. 

"Well, it seems like someone else has shown an interest in you! A prince! I am so proud to be your father, Yuu!"

Yuu pulled away from Crowley's hug. "Who?" she looked at him bewilderedly. 

Falena smiled proudly, "My little brother, Leona."

Right on cue, the door opened, and a tall, very familiar-looking male appeared. He had long, dark hair with two sections that were braided. He wore similar clothes to Falena, except it was red and brown. Yuu could not take her eyes off his emerald green ones. She recognized those eyes and the scar anywhere. Her mouth opened from shock, but the other inhabitants did not notice it except for the newcomer. 

Oh, she knew she made the worst first impression in Twisted Wonderland. 

"Ah, there you are, Leona. I wanted to introduce you to Princess Yuu of the Nocte Corvus Kingdom." Falena walked over to Leona and gave him a pat on his back. His eyes looked over Leona's clothes, and his hand remained on his brother's shoulder. "What happened to you? Did you get in a fight with a female beastman?"

Leona brushed his brother off. "No, but the herbivore was strong-willed like one. If not, better." His eyes landed on Yuu's again, and he smirked at her shocked look. "I'm sure that we will get along just fine."

©: These stories belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

Additional Notes:

Leona purposely did not fight back because he did not want to hurt Yuu. He could beat her, but he didn't want to hurt her. He respected her. (I think he would've fought back if it got very serious)

Leona heard about Yuu prior to their first meeting and wanted to meet her

I might make this a series with other characters (similar to others villainess au series) like one story focuses on the Duke Vil or another person. The love interest would be a different version of "Yuu." Still goes by the same name, but it would not be the same Yuu as the one in this story.

Twisted Wonderland is the name of the world. There are 8 kingdoms (with Nocte Corvus aka Night Raven, plus the other countries). There are others like Gladius Regis (RSA) and City of Flowers that exist but are not the main focus

[tr0p1cal]

cats got your tongue smau

eleven - always get what I want🖍️

word count: 1.2k+

➤ finding a cat in the alley beside the Star was not how you expected to end the worst day of your life, but maybe it’s just what you need to bring a little light back in on a gloomy day.

general warnings: sexual themes and language, cussing, mentions and consumption of alcohol, mentions of cheating and toxic relationships, kys/kms jokes

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Parties were never your favorite thing. The loud music, sweaty dance floors, couples making out everywhere, drunk people doing stupid things left and right. Not your thing. While you could find ways to enjoy yourself, the whole college party atmosphere just wasn’t something you found to be fun. You preferred to find a quiet corner or be outside with the fresh air.

When you agreed to go to the party, you knew your friends would eventually ditch you to enjoy the actual party life, but it happened a lot faster than usual this time around. You couldn’t be mad at them for it, but it did make you wonder why you even agreed in the first place.

The kitchen was one of you favorite places to hang out in during parties. It was usually on the quieter side and people didn’t stay long, usually only there to grab a new drink. While some small groups might linger for a quick conversation, it wasn’t typically a hot spot for people to stay.

You weren’t the most outgoing person, but you were known for your warm personality that everyone seemed to love. Everyone knew you, but not personally. Outside of Jeongin and Seungmin, you didn’t have any genuine friends until Minho bulldozed his way into your life. Yeah, someone from a class might stop by and strike up a conversation, but nothing more than meaningless small talk or gossip.

A sigh escaped passed your lips as you grabbed a can of beer from a cooler on the kitchen counter. “Can’t believe they dragged me here just to ditch me,” you said quietly to yourself.

“Oh yeah, I know how that goes,” an unfamiliar voice startled you as you realized their presence next to you. A tall guy with adorable little dimples shined you a soft smile.

“Your friends ditched you too, huh?” You asked, returning a smile back to him.

He nodded and chuckled, presumably at the thought of the mentioned friends. “Always do.” He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “They party too hard for my liking, but still insist on dragging me along. I’d honestly rather be back home watching tv, but then they wouldn’t have someone to make sure they don’t die and get home safely.”

You laughed at the last comment, understanding where he’s coming from. “Thankfully only one of my friends is a big partier, but the other one is the reason behind all the dumb decisions. He wants to see the world burn, I swear.”

He laughed too. “Seems like we both have our fair share of headaches when it comes to our friends then.”

“Seems like it,” you agreed as you sipped your drink. “I’m Rain, by the way.”

He smiled, showing off his dimples once again. You couldn’t help but want to poke them. “Very nice to meet you, Rain. I’m Soobin.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around campus, what’s your major?” You asked curiously.

Before he got the chance to answer, a group of people came in, one going straight for Soobin.

“Yo bro, long time no see. How has everyone been? Is Yeonjun around?” You recognized him and knew you had to get out of there. Wooyoung, one of Mingi’s close friends, quickly took over the conversation with Soobin, leading him out of the kitchen.

You didn’t even have a chance to think before an arm was tossed over your shoulders. The familiar sensation throwing you back to all the times you longed for such a show of affection from the man you now despised. The only thing you could think about was a way to escape, but as you tried to pull away, his grip only tightened.

“Aww, come on, don’t be like that. I’ve missed you, pretty.” The use of your old nickname made you feel gross. Mingi had always been good with his words and knew just what to say to drag you back to him, but you finally escaped his charms. You didn’t see him with rose colored glasses anymore.

“Don’t call me that,” you hissed. “I have no obligation to stay and talk to you. Let go.” You glared at him and all he did was laugh.

“You really think anyone else would want something as damaged and worthless as you?” He held your arm tightly and moved to make you look at him. “You think Minho really cares about you?” He asked with a raised brow.

You knew he was just trying to rile you up. You knew he didn’t have any real insight into your life anymore. You knew, but his words still somehow effected you. Did you even care if Minho cared about you? The thought of him not being around you made your stomach feel weird. The thought of him not wanting you around terrified you in a way you never felt before. What did that feeling mean?

“You really think he likes you?” Mingi kept nagging in your ear as a million thoughts raced through your head.

“Get the fuck off of me, Mingi,” you almost yelled, trying your best to escape his grasp.

“I don’t think so.” He clicked his tongue as he smoothed down your messy hair. “You see, I actually need you to help me out with something.”

“Why do you think I’d want to do anything to help you?” The rage you felt was slowly taking over.

“Don’t you remember who my parents are, pretty?” The mention of his parents made you freeze.

“Oh, so you’re threatening me now?” You looked at him with disgust. You knew all too well what his parents and their people were capable of.

“You know I always get what I want,” he said with a grin, gently tapping your cheek. “Let’s just say if you don’t help me out, I can’t guarantee your friends’ safety.” He pointed through a doorway leading out to the living room. Following the gesture, you see Jeongin surrounded by some of Mingi’s friends.

You knew Mingi was crazy, but never imagined he’d go to these lengths. He knew he had all the control over you as long as you thought he would hurt your loved ones. He knew all too well just how much your friends meant to you.

“What’s it going to be, pretty?” Grabbing your chin to force your attention back to him, he already knew your answer.

“Do whatever you want with me, but don’t you fucking dare lay a finger on any of them.” You glared at him with all the energy you had left.

“Unblock me and I’ll give you all the details.” He winked, finally releasing you from his hold.

He disappeared along with all of his friends. You were mad. Madder than you’d been even after finding him sleeping with your old roommate. He helped you escape that world, but now he’s dragging you back in like it was all just some sick joke. You needed to get away from that party before you lost the remaining strings of composure loosely holding you together.

a/n: sorry not sorry for what’s happening in the story, but I am sorry for the random break! It really wasn’t intentional, I was just struggling a bit mental health wise and couldn’t bring myself to work on it🤡 hopefully should be back to the regular schedule tho!

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[godofclosure]

TOA Anniversary Munday!!

I, too, have stolen this from Neffi. I’m sorry you keep getting robbed crime has truly become such an epidemic in TOA it’s a shame really. Will no one keep our streets safe 😔 (if it wasn’t obvious that was a joke ty neffi)

Name: Metal

Pronouns: She/Her

Birthday (no year): 10/6

Where are you from? What is your time zone? PST! (So like 3 hours ahead of TOA time), AMERICA RAAAAHHHHHHH‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🦅🦅💥💥

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How long is your roleplay experience? That. Is complicated. Not entirely sure but let’s just go with 3 years i think.

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? Okay so like looking back I was totally roleplaying with friends in elementary school via text but like we didn’t call it that so that didnt even register until I’d already been in TOA for a year so idk if that counts

How were you introduced to TOA? Mindlessly scrolling the Fire Emblem Three Houses tag and for some reason some random acceptance post caught my attention and then I couldn’t stop thinking about it

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Do you have any pets? One dog, two cats!! Do not ask for pictures you will never stop receiving them this is for your own good

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) Winter because the bugs are dead and I can live without fear!!! (+ I live in some weird climate vortex where the temperature never gets lower than 60 or higher than 80 so I don’t have to deal with whatever temperature nonsense is going on everywhere else)

What is your IRL occupation? Student x2 😔

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? Hatsune Miku has me in a death grip. My world is a shrine to her being. So is yours. So is everyone. Hatsune Miku is all. The world is hers. SEKAAAIIIII DE—

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Genshin, pjsk, pokemon, sometimes I stare longingly at persona 3 but I haven’t had time to actually play it yet, whatever random farming game has decided to trap me in my room for the next month straight

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Fire and Torchic :)

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How did you get into Fire Emblem? I’m ashamed to say I’m one of the smash players who was confused by the random anime men 😔 at some point mentioned it to a friend while playing and he was like “oh the mobile game is a good starting point” and forced me to download it which started the spiral (my disappointment when I learned Sakura is not actually a cat and it was just a Halloween alt was immeasurable)

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Three Houses, Heroes, Fates (all three), Awakening, Engage (+I own Shadows of Valentia but I haven’t opened it I’m sorry I’m a fake fan)

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: First: Heroes 😔 but if that doesn’t count then Birthright, Favorite: Three Houses

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! No particular order: Edelgard, Plumeria, Líf, Yuri, Kagetsu

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! Ashe. I have no idea why. I do not feel this way now I forget he exists frequently sorry buddy

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: First: Chrom (accident, wanted Henry), Now: Chrom (on purpose)- Fates: First: Jakob, Now: Kaden- Three Houses: First: Ashe, Now: Yuri- Engage: Kagetsu. And I’d do it again. Love that guy.

Favorite Fire Emblem class? Dark Flier

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? I want to say “random village npc that lives a peaceful life and doesn’t get involved in the war” but every school I’ve ever been to has had the stupid house system so I cannot deny the truth. I am random academy phase npc that dies on the first mission.

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Realistically Golden Deer but my heart lies with you beagles

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Reason & Riding, Banes: Faith & Gauntlets, Budding Talent: Heavy Armor

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? Probably Firene if only because I would die in any other climate

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How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔 letters. It took me months to understand why everyone kept talking about toasters

Current TOA muses: Elise and Embla!!

Past TOA muses? Constance, Sothis, Kaden, Kagetsu

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Constance, but I don’t see that happening. The more I looked into her character the more I made connections to stuff irl that I felt like I didn’t have the right to talk about and that fear of accidentally offending someone slowly killed her off

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? I have three moods: “blonde girl that dyes her hair purple sometimes”, “hyperactive man”, and “what”

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? Plumeria my beloved writing you would make me so uncomfortable which is technically IC but I can’t put myself through that I’m sorry girl I’m not strong enough 

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? I like the silly. I do very much enjoy the drama of course also though. Haha emotional pain :)

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? TOAAAAA!!!! DROP AN ASKR MUSE, AND MY LIFE, IS YOURS. (No pressure to anyone though of course!)

Favorite TOA-related memories? So many. Too many. Cannot list them all here this is long enough as is. I love you TOA :)

Normal size text, small text, no preference? Small text is too much effort for me but I don’t ever notice the difference unless it’s right next to normal text tbh

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 He lurks. Every day he grows stronger. I don’t know how long I can fight off his return. He has a sword and he is strong and he knows it. Also Metodey for some reason??

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

So...

Do you guys know that thing about creative writers with ideas (plot bunnies) and how they always seem to multiply one after the other? That's me with Twisted Wonderland AUs. I can't help it! The series just reminds me of all the stories I loved as a kid, with characters that had depth and / or developed or we got to learn more about--even if it was stupid little things they do in their everyday life! I've grown to appreciate it in ways I never imagined I could any form of media. ;;v;;

To be honest...this game has given me the creativity to consistently create and build upon ideas, and the support you all have given me has meant so much. I can't thank you all enough for sticking with me for so long, and for sending me all the ideas or scenarios you all have been daydreaming of. ;;v;;

So I wanted to give a bit of an update on a few things I'm going to do with the blog:

1) Create a rules page. I've gone far too long without updating my original set, and I feel it's long overdue 😂 Plus, it'll help me keep track of certain things!

2) Go back through and update the links on the Masterlists with posts I may have missed. I didn't realize that some things I was referencing in some of my latest posts (aka the grape incident in the monster!AU) were missing, so I'm gonna comb through my posts and make sure I label and organize them easier for you guys to find (and for me to refresh myself on what I write)!

3) Answering asks (of course). Things are a little slow going and my muse has been getting finicky with me, but I will make sure I get to everyone's asks! Some I may answer because they're quick and easy, others...I may end up getting an idea for something more expansive, so that'll take a bit longer. 😅

And finally, 4) Introducing a(nother) AU:

Twisted Wonderland!Mermaid AU!!!

Honestly, this started because I got inspired by the artwork by this artist here where they drew the characters based on Floyd's nicknames for them, and it started as a Marine Biologist AU where Yuu is a marine biologist and taking care of the mermaid bois (all 22 boys + one fire-breathing cat) buuuuuut...at the moment, Yuu getting shipwrecked and living on the island with the mermaid boys wouldn't leave me alone. 😂

As well as an idea where Yuu is a full-blooded Kaiju/born a Kaiju and has Land Before Time like adventures because I got emotional at baby Littlefoot hatching, but who's counting the ideas? Certainly not me!

Anyway, I wanted to share a snippet of the prologue I have written that's currently under construction, so the final product may differ. I'm honestly really excited about this AU too, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do~ ;;v;;

Snippet under a read-more because this post is going to be long anyway 😂 Enjoy!

Oh, and if I need to tag it a certain way for future posts, please let me know and I'll be sure to add them!

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If anyone were to ask Yuu what they were going to be doing over the summer, they likely would have told them: catch up on their reading, or playing video games, or any number of different things they had planned. Even just relaxing at home or on the beach would have been an enticing offer.

A scuba diving trip was not something they expected to get dragged into.

“First time diving?”

“Was it that obvious?” Yuu asked, one hand gripping the bar on the seat next to them until their knuckles were white while the other kept hold of the oxygen tank sitting in front of their flippered feet.

“Yeah…kinda obvious for a first timer,” the instructor said with a chuckle, the man giving them a reassuring pat. “It can be a bit nerve-wracking for new divers, but you’ll be fine. You’re one of the contest winners, right?”

“I put my name in as a joke, I didn’t think I’d actually win!” Peering over the edge of the railings, Yuu couldn’t make out anything in the dark water. “I…thought we were going to dive near the shallows closer to land. What are we doing so far out?” they asked, swearing they saw a big shadow pass by…only to realize it was the ship’s frame reflecting on the water.

“I know we’re a lot further out than we normally would for first time divers, but we had problems with our normal ship and the only one that was available was this ship a couple of marine biologists were using.”

“…why didn’t you just cancel and set it for another day?”

“Try telling that to my bosses,” the man muttered under his breath before the smile was back on his face. “Anyway, I think this will be a fun change to the program! These biologists are actually working to explore the reactions of marine life to musical instruments, and we’ll get to see it firsthand ourselves!”

Before Yuu could respond, the ship came to a stop and the driver said, “We’re here! You folks ready to go diving while we get set up? There’s a coral reef not far below us, so you’ll have plenty of time to sightsee.”

“Yup! Okay, so let’s go over the basics again, and I’ll make sure your gear is on properly.”

Yuu listened nervously as the instructor walked through each procedure and rule of diving, the wetsuit sticking tightly to their body as the tank weighed heavily on their back. This was not how they imagined their first time scuba diving would be—they could barely even make out the shore from a wave in the distance. Finally—with mask secured and breathing apparatus in—the instructor gave them a reassuring nod…before falling backwards into the water with a  ‘sploosh!’. For a brief moment they froze, but the motion of the ship and the weight on their back knocked them off balance and forced them backwards.

Fwoosh!!

[ladythornofrivia]

my heavenly salvation

Pair: Levi x Reader

Warnings: This series is going to be contain with fluff. Too much fluff. And smut. With mentions of self-harm, mentions of depression. Psychological abuse and bullying. Inspired by the Titanic movie.

A/N: Hi! I have return from my great slump! When writing a chapter, in life, anything is possible. Question of the day, do you prefer Leonardo DiCaprio or Brad Pitt?

(Please report if anyone decides to steal/plagiarize my work and notify me. Thank you.)

Chapter II

In the Land of Enemies

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The Goliath ship has sailed farther from the civilization.

First class looked at the interior ship with admiration. White marble and teal and earthy tones are well-coordinated. People from the first class whispered with well-praised comments hung in the air.

Meanwhile, your aristocratic mother, Gertrude O’Connell, on the other hand, couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop nagging about the thick stench in the air inside the Goliath ship. The brand new scent overwhelmed her. Being an indoor, fancy-loving, perfume-loving luxury was quite terrible. Your eyes kept glancing at her, watching her face turned green whilst shielding her hand with an ivory handkerchief ruffled around her mouth, ready to wretch her gut and vomit at anytime. Perhaps the smell of sea has rocked Gertrude’s digestive system.

She kept clinging onto you like a cat terribly soaked in bath, sharp claws holding onto its dear life. Bone and skin onto your arm never felt terrible, as if your arm is about to amputate from the lack of blood flow your mother tends to grip tight like an iron shackle.

You felt no better of it, either. Despite being on board, your head and chest felt light. Luckily, there were sweets and compliments of drink that could soothe you and the lingering trap lurking and looming over your stature.

Taking the candy from your purse and into your mouth, a hand slapped the candy across the floor from your hand.

“Mother,” you said, stern.

“You’re going to gain severe consequences if you keep eating things that’ll make you look undesirable and unbearable to admire at from afar,” Gertrude lectured.

Pulling your arm away, Gertrude snapped your arm back into her clutch, nails digging it deeper, making you flinch and hiss between your clenched teeth.

“Don’t make me cause a scene in this ship, (y/n),” Gertrude threatened. “Don’t make me cry, (y/n). Don’t make me upset. You know what’s best for you. Your relatives and my aristocratic friends knows what’s best for you. Unlike your father who left his numerous debts and scandals before he passed on from this world with his wicked and selfish ideas. Your father is nothing more than a stupid, gullible, good-for-nothing man that needs to be put down like a sick, useless dog.”

“It was never his fault that you chose to be so cruel to him by painting him in a bad light.”

“So conceited and a cry-baby, like you. When are you ever going to stop making these accusations?”

You sighed. “You always say that to me, too, dear mother.” Finally, you retrieved your arm back and strode ahead from Gertrude and collect more candy from the little shop nearby—two more peppermint candies, and a large size chocolate bars that is the same size as your hand. You thanked the man and gave him spare change before putting candies in the purse, but leave one peppermint candy out, unwrapping it and nibbled the candy in front of Gertrude’s eyes with mischief. Then chewed the crisp and sweet texture in between your perfect teeth.

Gertrude nearly fainted. But before you could spare a moment of amusement, the trumpet horned and startled the first class passengers. As usual, everyone clapped. A stupid reason to clap for. For anything that you have seen, this was no surprise to you.

Rich people are that bored.

You’re an established-born aristocrat yourself, but you couldn’t help but to look down on others who clapped at the most mundane things that crossed into everyone’s lives once in a while—or everyday life. Though you couldn’t blame them. After the Rumbling incident, what everyone wanted is to forget and go back to the things that they were before. Before Eren Yeager’s invasion—

“May I present, His Majesty, Zeke Yeager, son of Grisha Yeager and Dina Fritz,” the announcer boomed.

Once again, the bustling onlookers made a thunderous clap. You watched Gertrude clapped alongside others with a most insincere enthusiastic smile. While they all gave Zeke Yeager a warm welcome, there’s something beneath those radiant smiles and twinkling eyes, stood tall and proud, watching Zeke Yeager entered the bright scene.

One thing’s for sure. They’re still all afraid of the Yeager brothers. Shaken with fear, but masked it with a friendly grin and gaze.

“And last, but certainly not least, we’re honored to represent our next guest, who contributed his establishment and provide great profit for the Goliath and the spare for more 30 lifeboats. Not only he has excellence in leadership, but also has repaired our lands that once led to a great ruination. He saved us, from the wars and the land we once feared and fought for many centuries has brought to an end. I welcome you, the Conqueror of all Titans and soldiers, the Usurper, Eren Yeager.”

The long shadow is casted before the tall figure represents himself before a large audience. You have never seen Eren Yeager. Whenever you hear the name Eren Yeager, your mind envisioned of an older man with scars on his face and an eye patch covered on one eye—bulky yet old and thinly, white hair slicked back—having a possibility of being Zeke’s malignant father. But you never expected Eren Yeager to enter the scenery to present himself.

A tall young man though a bit taller than Zeke. And unlike Zeke Yeager’s appearance, Eren has broody and intimidating countenance. Bowing before others, a dark, long hair swept over his visage as the angle of his bright teal eyes are filled with blight beneath his darkened locks that sharpened and shadowed his features. His posture and mannerisms are preserved with steadiness, but underneath all that sophistication, Eren held something quite alarming.

Feigned with suspicion, regardless, you shook your superstitions aside as you try to retain yourself by clapping alongside the people beside you. Though you didn’t do it for Gertrude or any idiots in the ship, of course.

“Enjoy this beloved ship. Goliath is meant to rule over the seas, just as any ship would. We meant to sail ourselves to glowing horizon, farther than you can ever imagine,” Zeke said with a bright, childish smile. “May our future be filled with grace and prosperity. And it will all start here in this ship we built—Goliath.”

Everyone cheered at his shared wisdom.

How pretentious…

So you filled your appetite with the pleasures of sweets that you afforded not too long ago.

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Levi couldn’t stand Zeke Yeager’s smile any longer. He hasn’t fulfill his promise to Erwin. It felt like part of it was his fault. No matter how he tried to forget, forgiveness wasn’t option. As a great leader of the Survey Corps, as Erwin’s most trusted comrade, has failed him.

The Beast Titan still lives. Beast or no beast, Levi’s heart twinged with regret and anger.

Which meant that Eren Yeager still lives. Which meant that the lingering fragments of the terrible tragedy fell upon him. Why Levi? Him and others never asked for Eren to wipe billions of civilization crushing beneath Titans’s feet. Levi and Eren’s comrades—his closest friends—wanted the Rumbling to call off because both Marleyans and Eldians alike are imprinted with punishment, suffered from multiple casualties and fleeing to escape. Eren’s plans, the Rumbling, was their greatest suffering.

He couldn’t stand it any longer. He couldn’t stand of doing nothing any longer. Levi wasn’t born as a helpless soul—he’s been reborn as a soldier ever since Kenny came into his life after Kuchel passed away. As a grown man in a present hour, his living soul still lingers—yearning—a touch of normalcy for once. What was life like without war, without death and screams of the despair and dying beside the decaying bodies. How his squad, his men, and commanders and civilians alike if they haven’t been involved or affected by the giant creatures that knows how to feast on flesh. Unfortunately for him, Levi could never recall how normalcy is. His days as a child were a blur except the time of Kuchel’s passing.

Not a busied audience being spectacularly amazed at the graceful presence of the Yeager brothers. He wanted to forget to start a new life, a new purpose, but his past, as a Captain of Survey Corp, was calling out to him. His past self, his fallen comrades, friends and Commander Erwin, Levi’s hands itched to grab a pointy object to jab it inside Zeke’s neck, throbbing with blood flowing through porcelain skin. Pierce his eyes, his monkey smile if he has to.

As for Eren Yeager, Levi wanted to strangle him, kick him to no end. Levi wished for a better improvement upon his deeds aside having an instinct of a fearless captain. But will it be all worth it if he stands still like a civilian? Will he stay and watch?

He alone survives, watching usurpers and avarice civilians, blend in like a flock of wandering sheep.

As a wandering, restless soul, Levi did nothing to regain avenge for his people. He did nothing to prevent from his squad and innocent people dying into the hands of the Female Titan, Armor Titan and Colossal Titan. Between his team and Annie and Reiner, they’ve reconciled, despite their errors of judgement. At the end of the day, they’re the product of youth who did the dirty work for the Marleyans—their higher ups—against the people in Paradis, by convincing them that it’s for “greater good” against evil. All the Marleyans wanted is peace—by sending their Warriors to gather substantial evidence that could help them win the war.

A realization dawned upon him when he learned that the humans are bloodthirsty. It’s never peace. Peace was just a cover up. Power is all they needed.

There was never peace to begin with.

His fists clenched when the crowd has been parted, ordered to return and continue their admiration inside the Goliath ship. He concealed his young visage and hid behind the jolly man, who was drinking the finest scotch drink Goliath has to offer, all the while watching Zeke Yeager strolling across the floor and given a firm handshake towards the aristocrats he’s well acquainted with.

His fist nearly deeply scarred from his nails digging into the skin. All could Levi see is red.

I’ll find a way to avenge your death, my comrades. Erwin, you should be at peace. I let that Beast Titan live for far too long. It’s time for me to rectify the mistakes I made.

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As you grabbed the last pair of candy you afforded to tear the package open, Gertrude snatched your free hand and yanked you forward in a sharp, fast motion, ultimately disguised it as an emotion of excitement.

Gertrude was really good at shifting someone’s best mood.

“Not now, Mother,” you said, tightened the candy in an instinct.

“You’ll be more undesirable and desperate, you know,” Gertrude lectured with a silent threat in her eyes. “Stop acting like a child and be a damnable grown woman for once in your useless life.”

Your anger seeped further each time Gertrude’s words sent a sharp knife to your self-preserved happiness and appetite.

Once Gertrude a full word with you, she turned around to see Zeke Yeager, who was coming at her direction, with a smile on her face.

Why can’t she marry him instead sending me as if I was a newborn animal to her, selling into an auction? No wonder why my father hates marriage arrangements. He’s been cursed being born into an aristocratic family since day one. As do I…

As do you.

Do you have any other choice in the matter? Your reputation will be down and dusted to smithereens. Your life will soon be over. But is this really the only best choice in order for you to live healthily with prosperity?

“Your Majesty,” Gertrude greeted with a chirped smile.

You rolled your eyes. Oh, you hated your mother’s fraudulent grin that has been graced on her aged face. How her wrinkles are adorned with experience and yet lack of meaningful substance from a ripe and listless soul.

“How do you find yourself in the Goliath ship? I imagine it must be quite exhausting for you to handle the moving seas and be stuck under a pile of steel, iron and color,” Zeke asked with hands behind his back, unaware of Eren, who was shifting back into the shadows where he belongs.

“Oh,” Gertrude exclaimed, her hand faintly flapped with embarrassment, “It’s been quite well! I admire everything—it’s everything I can dream of and more!”

Oh, please. I can fling myself off into a lifeboat and be done with it.

Zeke chuckled wholeheartedly with a hand on his chest. “Don’t flatter me, Mrs. O’Connell. Goliath has been a greatest gift to humanity. We need ourselves a distraction after the collateral damages for the past few years. Think of this as my generosity—a golden ticket to our eternal paradise!”

“You’re too kind, Your Majesty,” she said, blushing. “Goliath is your kingdom, after all.” Then she exhaled an exaggerated gasp. “Speaking of your kingdom, there’s someone I would like for you to meet as a proper fit for your status.”

Here we go. Someone drown me with sweets, please.

“In the grace of your presence, I introduce you to my beautiful, well-endowed daughter, (y/n) O’Connell.” Then she faced you, her wide eyes were telling you to not mess things she organized. “Surely,” she said, facing back to Zeke, “you’ll be pleased.”

Zeke gave her a wry smile.

With a stiff motion, you faced Zeke Yeager, and your neck slightly bowed. “Your Majesty,” your once brave voice faded to a subservient, distant tone.

Zeke looked at you a few seconds before he threw a howling sharp laughter that he nearly fell onto his knees. The royal guards beside him grew with concern; all the men rushed to his side.

“Are you alright, Your Majesty?”

Zeke swiped a tear in his eye. “Goodness! I haven’t laughed for so long I have forgotten what it’s like! It’s particularly amusing to me that she bows with her head and eyes shot with indifference.”

Gertrude shot you with a furious look in her broadened eyes once more before she turned back to Zeke and said, “I do apologize, Your Majesty. My beautiful and well-endowed daughter has been extensively…stiff with her precarious routine of hers. I should make her break and bleed her leg in order for her to bend the knee if you desire for a favorable result.”

Zeke exhaled. “No, it’s quite alright.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that—”

“Anyone who isn’t bending their knee is considerably favorable as treason,” a man notified.

People behind you gasped with terror through silence in their holding breath.

But it wasn’t a man. It was Eren Yeager, who has emerged from the shadows once more.

To your disappointment, some men beside you were quivering with obedience.

“My dearest brother,” Zeke said with his arm slung over Eren’s shoulder and pulled him closer to pinch Eren’s sullen cheeks. “The O’Connell family is our honorable guest. They have helped us during the war. They’re not only kind-hearted and generous, but they’re willing to stand with us without ever so much of a question. Especially to Mrs. O’Connell, am I correct?”

Eren glanced back and forth between Gertrude and the crowd of men. “Mrs. O’Connell has been very charitable to us since the beginning we arrived at the Marley lands. With nowhere else to go, and with our vulnerable position to overtake justice and prevail through courage in cruel times, who could we ever trust in the land of enemies?” Then his eyes landed towards you, ever so icy, unblemished and unblinking. “I trust that our special companions will act accordingly as before.”

Gertrude gulped, producing a nervous giggle. “We’ll certainly do our best of ability as we’ve always done, Mister Yeager,” she said to Eren. “We, O’Connells, never fail.”

As soon as Zeke Yeager loosened his arm on Eren, his smile and twinkling eyes dissolved into a permanent state of a man who has once fought war as a Beast Titan. His glossy eyes is filled with doom and his glowing aura blackened around him. You felt the chill rising on your arms, as Gertrude stayed back further from you.

“Eren’s right,” he said quietly, walking towards you in small, careful steps. “Not bending a knee is a crime.” Once he tucked his fingers under your chin, he lifted your face up to meet his calculating eyes. “As Zeke Yeager, I’ll overlook it to the best of my ability, but as your king, I’m afraid your act won’t go unpunished.” He looked over to his trusted royal guard and said, “Do what you must.”

People roaring with terrible protests and non-sensical statements as the royal guard seized both of your arms, dragging you back as your mind is wrapped up in a blank state. As you, in an unbearable and unbreathable state you’re in, you couldn’t find yourself to bend the knee.

If only you’re born in a different path. You would rather be poor and happy, than to be rich and lonely, the collections of shame and scandals, and the talks of the prestigious town has been enough for you. Your childhood has been stripped away like a moths to a lovely gown, slowly decaying while alive, burning like an explosion beneath your skin, dripping like acid, overwhelmingly poisoned with heat and sweat.

As the royal guard brought down onto your knee, you fought back by not letting your knees touched the ground.

“Don’t fight it, (y/n), it’s useless,” Gertrude said with a fake cry, but you knew in your heart she was laughing behind a lace fan.

The screams deafened to numbness. Was this your dead-end?

The blood-curdling scream prevailed.

It snapped your thoughts out when everyone stopped and turned their attention to the most prestigious man in the ship, wailing about his new injury on his leg.

Everyone, including the guard, dropped their guard down as others rushed to the man’s side.

“Fuck, my leg is injured again. That clumsy fuck!” The prestigious man shouted.

“Who did it?” The aristocratic woman, who you assumed, his sister asked.

The man only groaned. “Is there a medical room nearby? I want to have an full inspection of my damnable, good-for-nothing leg of mine!”

The cast of long shadow materialized before you, as you meet Zeke Yeager’s eyes with a steel and stubborn look in yours, he said, “Eren, go and assist with my trusted royal guard to escort the poor gentleman to the infirmary. He needed his injury to be under a full inspection.”

Eren said nothing as he and Zeke’s trusted royal guard to carry the gentleman at a different hall, leaving the spectators to disperse and follow them with curiosity. Meanwhile, Gertrude was chatting with one of the Countess to befriend with for a greater status.

“You’re lucky, Miss (y/n),” Zeke began, “Consider that as a blessing from the Goddess Ymir, because if there is no Goddess Ymir, there will be no mer—”

Then he shouted in pain, mentioning something about his leg is struck by a stubborn cane. The back of Zeke’s leg caused him to a halted screech for everyone close to him. As the people surrounded him, a hand grasped your wrist and hauled you away from the dramatic scenery. Once you’re isolated, you never have the chance to look at the savior, who has withdrew, and gave you nothing but unanswered questions floating around your head.

The only thing that’s left is the candy—a large sized caramel chocolate bar candy into your hand. Quickly, you attempted to seize your time and inserted a piece into your mouth, savoring with victory after a small battle you endured earlier.

The luck of sweets has rescued you once again.

Taglist: @colored-tr-panels @galactict3a @slay0368 @f1yh1gh

[blond3ang3l]

Hey, I have a request with white death,again, could you please make some white death but in his younger times when he just took the yakuza, where he meets reader (female), but in this case she is a very sick person, both phylically and mentally, and they meet at a appartment complex where she is poor and like has many cats and is very sweet reader, and can't pay for her medication and is basically dying slowly and has accepted her death due to the lack of money.

(Basically a continuation of the other request that i made but she is dying because she can't pay her medication)

Thanks for making these hc/ oneshots that you've been making

Hope you have a great day/night (it's already dark in my country so to me it's good night)

Here are some kisses and hope everything is fine there :)

Yes yes ofcourse! I loveeee white death and can definitely see this becoming a series slowly!

It’s been around a year since you and Death had met. With him not being there most of the time or coming in extremely late it wasn’t often y’all interacted. But when you did it was small chit chat until one of you got tired and went inside.

As per usual he was coming in late and was shocked to see you outside lighting a cigarette. He had labeled you a little health freak in his head he assumed you didn’t do things of that sort. He stood behind you placing his hand on your lower back making you jump. Now this really worried him seeing as you usually were on guard while waiting for him to come home.

He grabbed you waist and had you face him. You couldn’t tell what he was doing but he was busy reading your body language. You seemed tense but at the same time your body was sluggish. This was extremely alarming and dangerous as people could come to his home looking for him and stumble on you instead. He had taught you quite a bit of self defense (you didn’t know why but why not take the free lessons) but in this state anyone could attack you and you’d be defenseless.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” Now you had already that Death was a bit out of the ordinary I mean his name is “The White Death” at-least to your knowledge; but with him just looking at you and not saying nothing you’re more confused then ever. “The hell is wrong with you huh? You know what could have happened if I was some random guy just walkin up on you?” You sigh and roll your eyes at his statement “Yeah I know but todays not any different than any other day where I’m the only person here now is it?” He was shocked at your snappy remarks.

“What’s going on with you huh? Actin all snappy with me like I fucking did something to you.” “Well maybe if you didn’t come over here questioning me I’d be fine!” Your voice cracked and you jumped in his face as you screamed at him. He didn’t flinch at all instead he grabbed your face making you looking him dead in his eyes. The grip he had making you not be able to turn head at all. As much as you squirmed and tried to fight it just didn’t work he just stared you down.

And as the eye contact was his way of asking what was wrong and it remained until you finally broke and started sobbing. He brought you into his chest and let you cry until you went basically limp in his arms. Lifting you up by your thighs and bringing you into his apartment. He sat down with you in his lap wiping your tear stained face. “Hell goin on with you baby huh?” Over here cryin and shit over what?” You couldn’t take it anymore and finally told him. “I’m dying Death…” He looked at you is disbelief “The hell you talking bout?” It’s not way you were serious right now.

“I’m sick I have some type of disease and I can’t pay for my medication. I’m broke because of my stupid ex took everything out of my bank account without me know and now… this is it. I only have enough left for this week. Without it I got let’s say about two weeks left. It’s over for me.” There was a tense silence for a minute “You really think imma let you just die on me hm?” This brought confusion to you. Just what did he mean by that?

He ran his thumb over your lip and used his other hand to wrap around his waist and pull you closer “Don’t you worry okay, m gonna take care of you.” “But why? I can’t pay you back Death..” he leaned in closer to you “I love you baby, why else would I? Gonna take care of you forever.”

I hope this was satisfactory for you!!

[mollieinboraland]

LAST HOPE ~ CHAPTER 8

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‘I cannot believe you talked me into this,’ Hoseok hisses, tugging at his costume. ‘I look like an idiot.’

‘Nothing new there,’ Jimin smirks, slapping Hoseok’s arse as he walks past. ‘You look cute, hyung, don’t worry about it.’

Hoseok stares in disbelief at Jimin’s reflection in the mirror, watching as he disappears out of the bathroom.

‘Honestly, hyung, you look really cute!’ Taehyung nods enthusiastically, apparently ignoring the arse-slapping.

‘Tae,’ Hoseok says carefully, desperately trying to muster any patience he has remaining from the past few weeks. ‘I didn’t want to look cute! How is being cute going to help me? I need to look hot!’

Hoseok watches their reflections, as Taehyung studies his friend in the mirror for a second. Hoseok’s hair is artfully tousled - mainly due to the fact that Taehyung himself has been playing with it for the last forty-five minutes as he tried to calm Hoseok down and stop him spiralling. He’s wearing a simple combination of black jeans and a black t-shirt, both of which are far too tight and leave nothing to the imagination. When Taehyung had handed him the clothes, Hoseok had been relieved. Taehyung was wearing leather trousers and a flowing white shirt, open almost to his waist and revealing a series of bites up to his neck, all carefully placed with fake blood. Jimin, of course, was dressed as a vampire.

It is the final addition to his outfit which is causing Hoseok to glare at his friend’s reflection in the bathroom mirror.

‘You’ve come as a sexy vampire and his victim,’ Hoseok gestures at the doorway Jimin recently disappeared through, and then back at Taehyung. ‘And you’ve dressed me up as a fucking cat.’

Taehyung smiles at him as if he is stupid. ‘Yes, and you look adorable.’

‘I’m going to kill you,’ Hoseok seethes, ‘both of you. And then I’ll have Jungkook bury the bodies.’

Taehyung just rolls his eyes at him.

Hoseok crosses his arms. ‘For your own safety you’d better promise me that Yoongi is wearing a costume too.’

Taehyung pauses for a split second, before grinning back at him. ‘Sure, hyung, of course he is!’

Hoseok groans. ‘I need a drink.’

Jimin appears, as if by magic, and hands him a glass of what he’s assuming is whiskey. He doesn’t stop to smell it before he downs half the glass. He grimaces.

Jimin and Taehyung share a look as they each grab one of Hoseok’s arms and drag him out of the bathroom.

They wander into the living room, and Hoseok can hear Jungkook laughing, but he can’t see him. He’s honestly a little in awe of how many people they have managed to squeeze into their dorm.

‘Aren’t you going to get in trouble for this?’ Hoseok nudges Taehyung as they make their way to the window. The room is so crowded it is hard to move, and Hoseok is desperate to be able to see outside.

Taehyung snorts, shaking his head. ‘Trouble? What are we, eight?’

Hoseok rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t come crying to me when you get kicked out.’

‘Leave the kids alone,’ a voice calls, and Hoseok looks up to see Yoongi lounging against the windowsill. He’s momentarily drawn into the other man’s eyes, before his focus expands and he notices what Yoongi is wearing.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ he whispers, grabbing Taehyung’s sleeve and dragging him back a few steps. ‘Is this a joke? Are you all betting on how quickly you can drive me insane? Because you’re close.’

Taehyung sighs. ‘Stop being so dramatic,’ he pulls his arm out of Hoseok’s grip.

‘I see they got you too,’ Yoongi smirks, gesturing at the cat ears tucked into his wavy black hair. Hoseok just stares at him. Yoongi almost seems to be finding this… amusing.

‘Yes,’ Hoseok grumbles, shouldering Taehyung as he makes his way back over to the window. ‘And they might not survive the night.’

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. ‘You know, I’m starting to forget what you were like before.’

Hoseok blinks, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. The lights in the bathroom were too bright, and now all he can focus on is Yoongi’s eyes. They’re almost sparkling. It must be the reflections from the streetlights.

‘How I was before?’

Yoongi sips his drink. ‘You used to be so excited. All the time, about everything. Everything was fun and you never stopped laughing. It was exhausting.’

Hoseok frowns, not sure whether this is a compliment or an insult. ‘I’m still like that.’

‘No you’re not,’ Yoongi shakes his head. ‘You’ve changed.’

Jimin and Taehyung must have slipped off, because when Hoseok looks up for them, hoping for some backup, they’re gone.

‘I haven’t changed. Nothing’s changed,’ Hoseok mumbles. ‘I’m still the same.’

Yoongi sips his drink again, letting Hoseok’s words hang in the air between them. ‘You’re still a brat,’ he reasoned. ‘But…’

When he doesn’t elaborate, Hoseok takes a step towards him. Yoongi looks up at him, and Hoseok downs the rest of his drink, looking away.

‘You used to be my brat.’

Hoseok feels the world tip beneath his feet, and he’s not sure that it’s because of the alcohol. He inhales sharply.

My brat.

Hoseok takes a step back, his heart hammering in his chest. He wishes that was true. ‘I was never your anything.’

The words are whispered. He doesn’t expect Yoongi to hear them. He doesn’t necessarily want him to hear them. But the way Yoongi’s face changes tells him that he did.

‘Of course,’ Yoongi nods. ‘You’re someone else’s boyfriend, aren’t you? Someone else’s brat to take care of now. I’m just your roommate.’

Hoseok opens his mouth to speak, but Yoongi just shoves past him, disappearing into the crowd.

*

Hoseok finds himself stumbling through the dancing bodies. He’s holding another drink, and he vaguely remembers Jungkook pressing it into his hand. His feet move of their own accord, and he stares around the room, numb, hoping that one of his friends will come to rescue him.

He can’t see Yoongi. He doesn’t know what he’d say to him even if he could.

‘Hyung!’ an arm wraps around Hoseok’s waist, and he turns to see a very flushed, and very drunk Jungkook grinning at him. ‘Isn’t this a great party?’

‘Terrific.’ Hoseok shakes himself free and heads for the bathroom. He just needs to be alone. He just needs to breathe.

He glances around as he stumbles forwards, trying to down his drink without having it knocked out of his hand. Where the hell was Namjoon? Wasn’t he supposed to be keeping an eye on Hoseok?

He finally reaches the bathroom, grateful when he tries the handle and realises it’s not in use. He pushes the door open, already looking forward to a moment of quiet, away from the music and chatter and the knowledge that Yoongi is out there, somewhere.

Hoseok flicks on the lights, and is immediately met with a sight he would very much rather not be seeing.

‘Shit,’ he turns away, covering his eyes with his arm, spilling his drink. His free hand gropes for the handle. ‘Why the fuck didn’t you lock the door?’

Namjoon has the sense to look guilty, while Seokjin just smirks at him. His cheeks are rosy, and his hair is sticking up in more directions than Hoseok can count.

He finally manages to wrestle the door open again, slipping out and slamming it shut behind him. He groans, sliding down until he’s sitting against the door. He downs the rest of his drink before letting his head drop into his hands.

Hoseok stays like that for a while. Eventually his arse goes numb, and the music becomes louder. The room is too hot. It’s too loud, and too busy, and he just needs to get out.

He forces himself up onto his feet, staggering slightly. He looks around desperately for Taehyung. He shouldn’t have downed his drinks like that. Knowing Jimin there was probably more whiskey than coke. Knowing Jungkook, there was probably no coke at all. He was too panicked to taste the difference. He shouldn’t have come here at all. He’d only made things worse with Yoongi, and to top it all off, he was dressed as a fucking cat.

When he finally spots Taehyung, he finds him pressed between Jimin and the far wall. Hoseok is suddenly grateful for the low lighting, knowing if he squinted, he’d be able to see Jimin leaving fresh bite marks along Taehyung’s neck.

Hoseok looks around again, this time for Jungkook. He’s running out of options, and his heart is starting to race. His head is spinning and his chest is tight. Jungkook is nowhere to be seen. Hoseok lets out a muffled sob. He needs to leave. He needs to get out. He can’t stay here any longer.

He heads for the front door, his legs wobbling slightly beneath him. He pulls his phone from his pocket, messaging Namjoon to let him know he’s leaving. He figures of all of his friends, Namjoon is the most sensible option right now.

As he’s almost at the exit, a body appears in front of him. He looks up into an attractive but unfamiliar face. The guy smiles down at him, reaching out to cup his face. Hoseok shakes his head, leaning away from the other man’s hand. The guy frowns, but steps away, nodding slightly.

‘I’m sorry,’ Hoseok gives him a half-hearted smile. He might not be interested, but he doesn’t want to be rude.

Suddenly a hand is resting on Hoseok’s shoulder, pushing gently. He feels himself being guided towards the door. Hoseok turns to slap the hand away. He’s had quite enough. But when he’s met with Yoongi’s beautiful, but unimpressed face, he manages to stop himself.

‘Hyung,’ he manages, as Yoongi pulls him out of the dorm and into the corridor. Hoseok breathes, taking in the cool air and the sudden silence. It's only then that he realises his hands are shaking. His heart is still racing, and he’s sure that he’s a sweaty mess. He grimaces when he remembers who he’s with.

‘You looked like you could use some help,’ Yoongi offers him a small smile.

Hoseok looks at his feet, trying to calm his breathing without the other man noticing. He didn’t want him to see him panicking.

‘I’m fine,’ Hoseok shrugs, ‘thanks though.’

Hoseok shoves his phone back into his pocket. There’s no need to worry about whether Namjoon got his text. Yoongi knows he’s leaving.

‘What are you doing?’ Yoongi shouts, as Hoseok pulls open one of the big double doors leading out onto the street. The cold air hits him, making him shiver.

‘I’m going home, hyung.’ Hoseok doesn’t turn as he lets the door close behind him.

[berylcups]

My insane list of answered OC questions: Pt 2

Notes: Sorry for the radio silence. I’ve been out sick with the flu and now I have a double ear infection and sinus infection because fuck me. 🙃 I know nobody asks for these but I need to post something content related so this is it!

What might an acquaintance think is a good gift for your character?

⚔️ - A big jar of lingonberry jam, A bottle of frizz control shampoo/conditioner, a parasol

🫖 - strawberry chocolate, a decorative or unusual tea set, a fluffy travel pillow

🦑- an energy drink, cat vest carrier, a pair of leather combat boots

🍭- lollipop, a Dino arm grabber(mean but useful), a sewing kit

What does your character most enjoy shopping for?

⚔️- sports wear, gardening supplies, and stationery for calligraphy

🫖 - Ceramic & porcelain artwork, crystals, fine art supplies

🦑- Shoe shopping specifically German boots, celestial Knick Knacks for the home, fragranced personal items (lotions, body oils, eau de parfum/cologne, body washes)

🍭- clothes, fabric for clothing projects, and the sweets/bakery section of the supermarket

Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

⚔️- A popular magazine with an article about attracting the man of your dreams highlighted. Hánná will take this secret to her grave but she’s finally hit that special age where she’s wanting to find a man and settle down. She might have found the one but refuses to admit it. Her pride won’t allow her to be vulnerable but that doesn’t make her immune to daydreaming.

🫖 - A sketch book full of drawings of Katherine’s favorite anime characters and her OCs kissing. Katherine is a video game weeb and has crushes on all the villains she faced in the JRPGs she owns. She refuses to show her drawings to anyone because she says she sucks at drawing the men.

🦑 - a vibrator… Despite being demisexual, everyone around calamari is too stupid to comprehend the fact that being asexual doesn’t mean “no sex EVER”. If anyone were to find it, it would not only be embarrassing but painful to explain to the idiot that was snooping around in their room.

🍭 - A series of Photo Booth photos of her and her father, Rubber Soul being silly in front of the camera. The pictures have the both of them acting super cringey, but it’s on purpose so that’s not why Dolce hides them. It brings up memories of her and her dad before he left and how much she misses him. Not to mention that she absolutely has a grudge against him for potentially abandoning her if he didn’t die.

What celestial body would interest your character the most?

⚔️ - Hánná is completely enthralled by Jupiter. It’s the largest planet, and decorated with stripes. The red storm is deeply enchanting and she wonders how violent and power the storm can be to last so long and to continue long after humanity.

🫖 Pluto would intrigue Katherine the most. Don’t even try and tell her it’s not a real planet. She has a soft spot for the underdogs and the misunderstood. Black cats and dwarf planets make this woman very happy and she’s going to defend them with her life.

🦑 Uranus interests Calamari the most. It’s the most unique and rotates on its side. It’s unapologetically the most enigmatic of the planets. It has the most extreme seasons and like Calamari, they have the most extreme mood swings.

🍭 Dolce would be interested in Saturn the most. It is the most iconic of all the planets and has beautiful rings accessorizing it.

What animal would your character say best represents them?

⚔️- Hánná feels a strong connection to the Eurasian Eagle Owl. Hánnás hair somewhat resembles the massive owl! Her side fringe tufts out no matter how hard she tries to brush and style it. 🤭 they are also very strong. The eagle owl has the power of crushing 700 lbs per square inch in their talons. 😰 Hánná is doesn’t have a grip THAT strong but she sure can bridal carry any one of the boys! But refuses to do so…unless medically necessary and if their lives are on the line. We have Polnareff begging for “uppies!”(piggyback rides) eveytime he feels winded or his feet get sore. He really needs to lay off the cigarettes 🙄

🫖- Katherine sees herself in the Black Bear. They’re not the most violent of the ursidae but like the brown bear, if Katherine feels threatened enough, she’ll get aggressive. She’s mostly like a big teddy bear. 🧸 She loves to hibernate with the big bears. Eating a bunch and then take a big night-night? Hell yeah! Even better if she’s cuddling with a friend or lover. She just isn’t a huge fan of salmon…too fishy. Give her some fish n’ chips instead. 🐟

🦑- Calamari identifies with the Cheetah. They look intimidating but what calamari doesn’t want you to know is that they are more afraid of you than you are of them. 😓 Calamari can bolt off like a cheetah if they want out of a situation or if they’re chasing a prey down through their stands black holes… Cheetahs can’t toss you around like a ragdoll though…but they can eat gazelles. That’s pretty threatening.

🍭- Dolce feels best represented by the monarch caterpillar. These little guys are strikingly beautiful and toxic to the touch. They also have a MASSIVE appetite! Dolce can’t eat 200x her body weight like the monarch caterpillar can but they both have big dreams and are working their way towards a beautiful future. 🦋

What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

⚔️ - Her insistence on being independent. “No no. I’m holding the door open for YOU. You don’t have to always open the door for me, you know. I’m not your damsel in distress!” “No thank you! I appreciate it but I can carry all these groceries myself!” “I can handle this stand user myself! This will be easy as crumb cake! Just you boys watch and learn!”

🫖 - practicing her poor Arabic with middle eastern and North African citizens. The poor girl tries to read(Katherine please…it’s a cursive writing style . 😓 you’re not gonna find any words going from left to right!) everything backwards and her accent is insanely thick. “A-Salam Alaykum! Wait a minute…I’m not Muslim…am I allowed to say that? Ahlan? ahlan wa sahlan! Kéf halak?” “What do you mean I’m good at reading? I can’t read that Avdol. Oh yeah! Right to left… mustashfaa—that means…hospital? Yes! I did it!”

🦑 - Attracting cats over and baby talking them “oh black cat with 3 babies. I’m gonna call them over. Kitties~ Ks ks ks ks ks…. Come here. Ks ks ks… Ja~ that’s right~you love those ear scritches yes?” “Illuso. We are taking them home whether you like it or not. Why? The mama cat outranks you and I’m naming her Phyllis. She has a smokers meow, that’s why I’m naming her Phyllis. You can name 2 of the kittens. Take it or leave it bitch. You can always go to the mirror if you hate the kitties soooo much.”

🍭 - Always sucking on a lollipop- “why do I always have a lollipop in my mouth? Well.. why not? They’re tasty and they’re quick portable fuel for Lollirot. Think of being permanently pregnant and you're trying to please your baby~. Ew, do NOT compare my stand to a TAPEWORM! It’s nothing of the sort. You’re a tapeworm, Mellie. Pfft—take that. Yes it was VERY MATURE of me to spit my lollipop stick at you. Hope it gets stuck in your hair~.”

What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about?

⚔️- Fencing and Swords/weaponry- Hánná gets so excited about anything to do with sharp objects that she can barely contain herself. She saw an Arabian Scimitar on display at a bazaar and begged and begged for Joseph to buy it for her. Sadly he did not. 😭 After the Anubis incident, no one wanted her to have such a threatening blade on her person. She and Polnareff will get into friendly but somewhat heated debates on who’s the better fencer. Usually it ends up with them having an impromptu battle using random sticks, pool noodles, pens, rulers…whatever they can get their grubby hands on before someone stops them. 😓

🫖 - Celtic astrology and video games - Katherine loves astrology likes to compare and contrast the astrology she grew up with (Celtic & Pagan) with Avdol's Egyptian astrology. Kakyoin is also another friend she enjoys geeking out with about her favorite video games. He’s also a good source of knowledge to seek out when she has questions about the cultural significance of stories, certain characters, symbols, and areas in their favorite games.

🦑 - forensics and art - Calamari is a go to guru on evidence erasure and body disposal that they’re on speed dial on many phones inside and outside the hitman team. Those tips and tricks aren’t for free though. Hitman teammates only have to pay up with a single energy drink or a coffee. Outsiders have to pay a couple thousand euros….that’s IF Calamari trusts you enough. And with the approval with Risotto and expecting a cut of Callies payout. 😒 Calamari prefers to not talk about work 24/7. They like talking about art. Making it and critiquing it. They do a lot of sketching and watercolors and oil painting. They do cityscapes and recreate macabre crime scenes. They contrast and compare their work with Illusos. They enjoy verbally abusing each other about their artwork. He doesn’t know how difficult that watercolors are so his opinions are invalid to them. It’s a very peculiar way how the 2 show affection to each other. 🤨

🍭 - Fashion designs and shopping - Dolce always goes on a roll about fashion designs. Materials and brands… she loves to talk shit about some of the ridiculous avant garde designs on the runway and gauge Ghiaccios reactions as he is more practical minded rather than artistic.

“Oh MY God—did you see that last model??? She looked like a walking refrigerator. What kind of dress was THAT? You couldn’t pay me to wear that! How embarrassing!”

She also likes to talk about shopping. “I GUARANTEE YOU that there are a million more wallet friendly brands that look super classy-unless you’re going to rob a hit don’t even BOTHER with buying a Rolex! Uh that’s easy— there’s Seiko, Oris, Omega,Tudor, IWC, Tag Heuer, and—hey don’t fucking cut me off! I’m the one helping you not spend an arm and a leg you hammy old fart!”

[percontaion-points]

EATCOD (Fated Alphas 2) chapter 4

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Chapter 4

“I understand then. Why you could hate me. Why you could hate my kind.” 

He jerked me back, gripping my face with his hands, his eyes staring into mine. “It isn’t that, Elizabeth. It isn’t that at all. In fact, it’s the opposite. Because I don’t hate you.”

I love how the author tried to put energy into making sure that each of the characters have a different personality, a different backstory…

But my main problem with the novel isn’t the reverse harem or the personalities… It’s when the dragons are all together. Like the dinner scene, or when they were going driving. They all had this collective personality of a 12 year old boy, and it’s so fucking tedious to read.

After a few days of training with Hunter and Avery, Christian dragged me into the living room. “Come on, you need to focus. Training will help you get in shape but it’s not helping you shift.”

Then what exactly is the point of all of that if it’s not helping?!

Suddenly Traitor jumped into his lap and Christian ran his hand over her hair. She moved to encourage it, flicking her tail up. I eyed him enviously. Stupid cat. I was going to change her name to Cat Whore. 

This is 100% written by somebody who has never once actually been around a cat.

That’s simply what they’re like! You don’t make eye contact with them, and they jump into your lap anyway!

It’s weird how rude Liz is thinking about a literal CAT. 

And I still couldn’t make my bitch follow my command. Dumb whore. 

She’s talking about her wolf-self. What the hell. 

Then Easton’s voice was in my ear. “I found him.”

Chapter 4 summary: After lunch and a quick shower, as Liz is getting dressed to go flying with Avery, she decides to put on a lacy red bra. They go flying, but as he takes her under a waterfall, they get wet and Liz is like “wow, a white shirt with a red bra was probably a mistake.” 

However, the sight of it upsets Avery too much and they land. He uses his powers to show her his mate, Mia, who died after a werewolf attacked her. She’d been pregnant at the time, and Avery lost both of them. Liz understands that he’s going through a lot, especially since she’s also a wolf. But Avery insists that he’s insanely attracted to her, and wants to be with her. Liz shifts into a wolf, randomly takes off all of her clothes, and then shifts back into a human so now she’s naked. They start making out.

Before this can go further, Avery tells her that the others want her to choose which one she wants to be with. But that if she doesn’t want to pick one, that dragons have a long history of “female sharing”. That female dragons are rare, so it’s pretty common. He goes on to explain that the boys had all shared Sophia for a long time, before she found out that she was infertile. But he’s telling her this because he wants her to make an informed decision before committing to one or any of them. 

A few days later, Christian takes Liz aside and tells her that the physical training isn’t helping her wolf side, so he’s going to take her through some meditation techniques. Then so much time is spent on said meditation, without the plot actually progressing. 

Following this, it’s like the author got bored with her own story, and a lot of stuff is glossed over. The only important thing is that as Sophia’s deadline to find said dragon who mated with a wolf and produced dragon babies approaches, the group gets progressively more and more jumpy and agitated.

Finally, the tech guy, Easton, slips into Liz’s bed one morning to tell her that he’s managed to track them down. 

[celestialseph]

september fic recs!

hi hi hi! this is my first fic rec list, and i am so excited to share it with you all! here's my little collection of my favorite fics/imagines/things that won't leave my head at the moment, enjoy!

*my blog is 18+, and so are most of these stories, minors, shoo*

eddie munson

worlds apart by @munsons-maiden - a heartbreaking, yet still fluffy au where you're a victim of the mind flayer, and it's sole survivor during starcourt. eddie's path crosses with yours, and you fall head over heels, but vecna has other plans. you have to put your fears aside to save eddie from jason and his crew, all while trying to fight vecna's grip on you. (i cannot recommend this series enough. it had me crying, laughing, and kicking my feet like a kid in love. a must-read eddie fic!)

days of the week by @munson-trashcan - a series where you and eddie are enemies.... who like to take to take your hate out on each other.... by fucking each other. (this series is phenomenal! the twists may have broken me, but i would pay anything to be able to read it all again for the first time.)

pile of polaroids by @creme-bruhlee - series summary: eddie gets a great idea to take pictures while he fucks you, and you can't say no to an offer like that. (i've read this upwards of ten times and i am not ashamed, it's that good.)

encore, ring, and star by @mypoisonedvine - a trilogy where you're a rockstar, eddie's a groupie, and (sexual) chaos ensues. (this is one of my favorites aus of all time, and i ate this shit up like i hadn't eaten in ten years. highly, highly recommend.)

love letters by @creme-bruhlee - series summary: after you receive a series of anonymous love letters, eddie has a confession to make that might make or break your whole friendship. (SO cute. i want to squeeze eddie's cheeks in this and kiss him until he can't breathe.)

you made me hate this city by @marvelsswansong - series summary: It was just a stupid bet. A way to prove Jason and his asshole friends wrong, to finally get under the blonde’s skin. It was never supposed to end with Eddie falling in love, nor with him laying on your doorstep with bruised knees, begging for your forgiveness. (adorable, heartbreaking, funny, everything you could want. it'll break your heart, but put it right back together in the end.)

the price of a kiss by @spiderrrling - summary: You start trading Eddie little nick knacks for kisses. (the definition of tooth-rotting fluff if i've ever seen it. seriously the cutest thing ever.)

dealer's choice and double down by @ohcaptains - your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and… 

angel face by @sunflowergirl522 - summary: Eddie takes Dustin to pick up his sister from the airport and is surprised with seeing his long ago best friend.Eddie takes Dustin to pick up his sister from the airport and is surprised with seeing his long ago best friend. (i cried over how fucking precious this story is. i also now call my cat "angel face" because of it.)

what are friends for by @munson-trashcan - summary: Eddie has always come to you, his best friend, with all of his problems, but his latest one might just wreck your friendship

can i borrow your bed? 1 and 2 by @hard-candy-writing - you just got your first vibrator and are eager to try it out, but your house has thin walls and no privacy. luckily, your best friend eddie has graciously offered his room to you.

made for lovin' you by @xechowritesx - summary: after years of silently pining for your best friend, you finally accept a date at your favorite dive bar. but things never go as planned, do they? alternatively, jealous eddie, too many whiskey shots, and a friendship shattering, almost confession that leads to some delicious smut.

masterlist from @peterthepark - this one's a masterlist link because i don't want to make this post a decade long by listing all of the eddie fics from them! so damn into you and little witch are my top two, but i cannot express enough how good everything is.

masterlist by @indouloureux - same as the last! everything is brilliant and you should read it all.

catholic!reader x eddie munson by @prettyboyeddiemunson - another masterlist link because i can't get enough of these ideas.

steve harrington

sweet peach by @s-brant - summary: An inside joke started by Eddie turns into torment for Steve when his girlfriend, Y/N, joins in on it. On a night out with their friends, his long-buried frustration comes to a head.

curiosity is killing me by @thefreak-thebanished - summary: When sleepovers with your best friend become a ruse for her sneaking her own boyfriends in, it's not your fault that the only other distraction is her brother...

steddie

meddle about by @peterthepark - summary: back home from school, you recount about your time away in college with steve and eddie, leading to a sexual proposition that you never would’ve expected.

no i in threesome 1, 2, 3, and 4 by @corrodedhawkins - a game of truth or dare leads to a secret about you wanting steve too to come out.

wild parts 1, 2, and 3 by @xdirtyx - summary: You and Steve dated before Eddie asked you out and Eddie couldn't help but feel like there was potential for some fun on the horizon. Shenanigans ensue.

perfect penmanship by @carol-munson - prompt: 'What if reader accidentally found eddies book and saw all of the things he wants to do to her and planned for her when steve was gone for that weekend. She would be on edge every time he was near her and she would get a funny feeling in her tummy anytime he so much looked at her. Eddie probably takes notice and does little things to get her reaction.'

imagines/blurbs

steve and eddie fucking you at steve's summer house on spring break 1 and 2 by @sunflowersteves

eddie x chrissy x reader by @poppy-metal

nancy having a pretty pussy by @poppy-metal

love will tear us apart by @unfortunate-brat

scream au by @poppy-metal

chrissy x reader experimenting, perv eddie by @indouloureux

chrissy being a curious best friend by @lovewheeler

perv eddie 1 and 2 by @mypoisonedvine

steve having a massive cock by @eddiebaghetti

eddie x inexperienced reader by @indouloureux

eddie and anal by @mysticmunson

steve being rough for the first time by @indouloureux

dom nancy by @indouloureux

squirting with eddie by @corrodedhawkins

[caramelmillktea]

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

Pairing(s) : tattoo!artist!Vi x florist!fem!reader

proofread : Yes/no/semi

wordcount fic : 1.279 words

warnings : little bit of playful bantering, petnames

author's note : chapter three of the inked flower series. Check out my masterlist for all the parts :).

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The doorbell chimes softly as the door closes, “Come back soon!” You smiled as you saw your last customer leave for the day. You cleaned up the ribbons and scissors you used to wrap the tulips with before wandering through your small flower shop. It has been two years since you took over this flower shop and you couldn’t be any more content with your decision. While all your old college friends strived to have jobs that would provide much fortune, you strived to have something that money can’t buy.

Serenity

You always wanted a peaceful life after you graduated college, so taking over your parents shop while they’re enjoying their elder years to the fullest was the perfect solution.

“Now I know you’re here somewhere” You muttered not to anyone in particular. You stopped in your tracks as you heard a soft rustling. You walked towards the direction where the sound came from. “Maybe you’re…. Here!” You quickly looked behind a potted plant but saw nothing, you scratched your head. ‘Where could she be?’ you thought. Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft mewling coming from behind the counter.  

“There you are! I was looking for you everywhere.” You smiled as you lifted your cat into your arms causing it to jump out of your arms. You pouted as you saw your cat sprinting away from you. You followed Wiskers and saw her stop at the trash bin. “Ugh… almost forgot…” You mumbled.

You grabbed the heavy trash bag out of the trash bin and opened the door at the back that leads to a little alleyway between your flowershop and the tattoo parlor. You huffed and opened the door to see a blue-haired girl sitting on the stairs leading to the porch of the back door of the tattoo parlor. She was working on a little contraption, materials and screwdrivers scattered around her.

“Hey Y/n, long time no see.” the girl greeted, not looking up at you.

“Hello Jinx” You managed to say while you tried lifting the heavy trash bag over the trash bin but you failed, you put the trash bag down onto the pavement.

“Finally!” You stopped and looked at Jinx, confusion written all over your face. She noticed your confusion. “You’re the only person that calls me ‘Jinx’ Everybody still calls me by that stupid name.”   “You mean Powder?”

Jinx cringed at the sound of her birth name rolling on your tongue “...Yeah that one, it’s so boring and plain!” She whined and used the screwdriver to stab it in her little contraption. “Jinx got a certain ring to it, don't ya think?”

“I mean… I like them both equally.” You began. You honestly didn’t care if she wanted to change her name officially, as long as she felt comfortable with her name nothing else mattered. “As long as you feel comfortable with your name, nothing else matters, right?”

Jinx nods and continues working in silence, you reach down to the trash bag.

“I like you” Jinx said out of nowhere, this caused your eyes to fly wide open.

“huh…?”

“You heard me, toots” Jinx looks up at you “You’re pretty chill" Jinx smiled "Say… When are you going to bake a batch of those delicious cookies again?”

“Are they already gone? I made those cookies this morning for you!” you cried out.

“What!? You can’t blame me for finishing them so quickly besides Mylo and Claggor also enjoys your baking.” Jinx defended and looked up at you. ”Especially Vi.”

Wait… Vi likes your baking? For real?

“Vi? She never struck me as a sweettooth. I thought Vi was asking on behalf of you, Claggor and Mylo.” Your eyebrows knitted together.

“Oh my gooodddd” Jinx groaned, throwing her head back, her hands gripping her head. “Seriously? Why else would she tell you to give her a few pasteries when you’ve baked something?”

Before you could answer her, the door behind Jinx swung open. Revealing a woman with pink hair shaved into a side-cut. She has pale blue eyes and a roman number tattoos underneath her eye. If you look closely, you can see tiny freckles scattered around her nose and cheeks. She wore black sweatpants and a black sports bra.

“There you are, Powder! I was looking for you everywhere!” Vi exclaimed worriedly. Jinx turned around so that her back was facing you. “I told you to call me Jinx, why do you have to call me by that stupid name?”

“Because, you have to get over this emo phase.” You could hear a little frustration laced in her voice, as if they had this conversation a million times.

“It’s not a phase Vi, it’s my chosen name. Plus Y/n likes it too” She turns around “Right Y/n?” Vi and Jinx were both staring at you as you stared back at them like a deer in headlights, not being used to being the center of attention. Vi probably noticed you were uncomfortable.

“Let’s go inside, I heard it’s going to get colder later in the evening.” Vi said “We’ll have this conversation later k?”

“Ugh fiiine, I’ll leave you alone with your 'cupcake'.” Jinx snickered before grabbing her materials and contraption and went inside. Vi waited for Jinx to leave before she started talking. “I’m sorry about powder-”

“It’s Jinx! not powder!” Jinx yelled.

Vi huffed “I’m sorry about powder” She tried again.

“It’s fine, don’t worry besides she is still just a teen.” You said “It’s when she explores new things about herself so please don’t be too harsh on her, ok?”

“I’ll try, but only because you suggested it.” Vi's gaze shifted to the trash bag in your hand. “You need help with that? Looks pretty heavy.” Vi pointed at the trash bag.

“No no! It’s fine really.” You said, a little too loud, waving your hands in front of you. Vi looks at you, something in her eyes changed but you can’t put your finger on it.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it then.” She says but doesn’t move a centimeter.

You looked at her “ Aren’t you gonna go inside? I mean you did say it was getting colder later on in the evening” You really didn’t want Vi to see how physically weak you are because that would be embarrassing.

“You’re worried I might catch a cold? That’s really sweet angel but really, a little chilly wind won’t hurt me, plus it’s a beautiful night don’t you think?” She leaned against the doorframe. An amused expression on her face.

You tried lifting the bag off the ground but it was too damn heavy for you. You tried lifting it again but failed, you huffed in frustration.

“Y’know, my offer still stands if you’re interested.” You could hear her smirk in her voice. “ A little help doesn’t hurt anyone.”

“That’s rich coming from you” You breath out as you try lifting the trash bag once again. After a good five minutes of struggling to lift the bag five centimeters off the ground you sighed in defeat. “... Can you help me? I think I need a little hand.”

“That’s an understatement.”  Vi chuckled and walked over to you. She lifted the trash bag with one hand and swung it in the trash container with ease. “There we go, is that all?”

“No… That’s all” You mumbled as your gaze shifted to the tattoo underneath her eye. You've never seen that tattoo before but it looked really good on her. It made her even look hotter then she already was.

“I’m flattered you like my new tattoo” She spoke up, you felt heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassed that she caught your gaze lingering on her tattoo. “Don’t be embarrassed, you can always get one yourself if you’re interested in getting one of your own. I know a great tattoo parlor close by.” Vi said, leaning against the trash container. “In fact, it is right next to that cute little flower shop you own.”

You know what she was trying to do but you wouldn’t give in so easily. Ever since you met her two years ago, she has tried to persuade you into getting a tattoo from her tattoo parlor.

You'd love to get one although your boyfriend would disagree. You really didn't want to have to argue about small things like these.

“Oh really?” You said as you played along “Guess I have to stop by when I have time, you know me. I'm a very busy woman.”

“I can tell,” Vi chuckles, “Watering your little plants and putting the trash in the trash container requires a lot of time”.

“That’s not what I meant” You glared at her slightly “I have friends and a social life, not that you would understand.”

“At least I don’t have to hang out with fake people.” Vi said nonchalantly. She pushed herself off your trash container and made her way towards her still open back door. Your eyebrows furrowed, before you could ask her what she meant by that, she spoke before you could. “Sweet dreams, cupcake” She gave you a smile and went inside, leaving you outside in the cold.