#the lady did not want to see this coat go to waste and i for one appreciate her for it

[swallowedabug]

@killjoysmonth favorite outfit/look

[lurochar]

A Daily Stroll

Based on the Alastor comic

Warnings: I am really really bad at writing at headcanons it seems

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It was a daily routine for you and Alastor to go on strolls around the streets of Hell. Despite the fact you and Alastor having been together for almost the entirety of his reign as an Overlord, Sinners still have trouble seeing the sadistic Radio Demon in any part of a romantic relationship.

You were Alastor’s assistant in life, but never married. Of course, there were questions about your exact role, as there were scandalous rumours flying about. Alastor paid you well enough that you could support yourself.

You were murdered about five years after Alastor’s own death by one of his victim’s family members, believing you were his accomplice.

It was one of his few regrets, not confessing to you. He just didn’t want to drag you down with him if he did ever get caught for his crimes. He’s honestly surprised to find you in Hell, but now he has his second chance and he isn’t wasting it.

You accept and so your daily life as the wife of the Radio Demon begins.

Everyday, you and Alastor go to the same cafe with the same shaky nervous waiter. Alastor just ‘tsks’ at you when you throw a few crumbs of your meal at those hungry-looking birds watching your every move. “Darling, don’t waste food on those filthy scavengers.” It doesn’t take him long to join you if the food isn’t to his liking, though.

Next on your stroll, is a park where naturally flowers bloom, which is a rarity in Hell. In life, Alastor had given his mother flowers on the regular and you red roses in particular. Now, he can no longer touch any flower without them immediately wilting, which is quite the shame.

You had long since noticed his annoyed sneer when yet another rose withered in his fingers and you smiled, reaching into your coat. “It took me a while, but I finally learned to make this!” You said excitedly. “Please, bend down for me!”

Alastor’s eyes gain a curious look, but he does as you ask and bends down. A brow raises when he feels you tying something around one of his ears and watches as you stand back and seem to stare at him proudly. “Now what is this?” He reaches up to feel what it is.

You reach into your coat again. “Paper flowers.” You hold one out for him to see. “I know, it’s not as pretty as the real thing. But… but I thought I should try something?”

“It’s lovely, Darling.” 

And so is your proceeding smile.

Cannibal Town is both charming and daunting. Your tastes are not the same as Alastor’s and it’s always a bit unpleasant to see a group of Sinners feasting upon some poor soul unfortunate to wind up as their dinner, but this is Hell and you are no judge.

“Morning, Alastor~♡!” 

It was a swarm of women with hearts in their eyes and blood dripping down their faces and Alastor politely bows his head in return. “Good morning, ladies.” His ear, with the paper rose still tied around it, twitches at your laugh. He’s only being a gentleman, after all. He can’t ignore a greeting from a lady. “Give Rosie a hello from me!”

“Popular as ever, I see.” You say teasingly as Alastor veers you away, not wanting to deal with flirting women when he was out with his wife. “I guess that’s what I get for marrying a celebrity, hmm?” 

He’s content you’re secure enough not to be jealous – he couldn’t even fathom the thought of ever straying from you.

“Speaking of celebrities…” You cough, noting the demons who are just staring blankly into the windows of the stores you both are passing. You grimace and Alastor sneers at the sight of Vox on the TVs. “Is he still…?”

“Madly obsessed with the both of us? Very much so.” Alastor grips his microphone cane harshly, his voice breaking the hypnotizing spell on the two Sinners standing there. “There really is nothing good on these picture box shows, hmm?” The demons instantly run. “Come, Darling. No need to waste time here. A new meat shop has opened and I would like to try it.”

You both stroll along until you reach the meat shop Alastor was talking about. There was a boar butcher, who looked nervous at the sight of the famous Radio Demon. “My good man. I do hope you have fresh venison! My wife and I are partial to it, you see!” Alastor grins and the butcher shudders.

The meat is packed quickly and you and Alastor are on your way out of the shop, passing a lamb Sinner. It only takes a moment, but screams are heard and you both stop and you can see Alastor’s smile is tense. That butcher was a fool, it seemed. You both are back in the shop to see the lamb being choked by the butcher.

“You know, I do really hate those who can’t show a little more respect to those of fairer means.” Alastor is shifting into his more demonic form and you are left to comfort the lamb. “It’s rather distasteful. LIKE BAD MEAT.” Now the butcher is the one screaming and you usher the crying lamb out of the shop.

It’s not long at all before Alastor exits with a bloody bag in hand. “It’s not as tasty as venison, but won’t boar do for tonight’s dinner, Darling?” He grinned and you laughed nervously, blinking when the lamb shyly pulled on your arm with tears in her big eyes.

“T-thank you for saving me!” She squeaked. “How can I repay you? This happens to me a lot.” She confessed. “I’ll give my soul for protection.” 

You are taken back by her blunt offer, but Alastor is used to this sort of thing and it’s clear he does not see any worth in the lamb’s bid and he summons a card out of the air to hand to the lamb. “My dear, go to Cannibal Town and ask for Rosie. Perhaps she can be of some assistance to you? Do keep that card on you, otherwise you will end up as mutton.” Alastor sends the lamb off on her way.

“So kind of you, Alastor~”

It was just another daily stroll with your Radio Demon.

[sarawritestories]

DarkSide of Prythian WIP

Here are some quotes from some of the requests for the Darkside of Prythian "series" I'm working on! Thank you all who submitted a request, my sweet, unhinged little Readers 🤭 I'm going to try to post one of these request once maybe twice a week some of these I imagine are going to be Loooooonnnng so bear with me as I work through them! Alright, enough rambling below the cut is the goods! These are subject to change once I get deep into writing but a treat none the less!

Content warning: Our leading ladies are all tied down and / or silenced in some capacity In these sneak peeks. There is mentions of slipping drugs in food and alluding to mind control.

I Can See You

Stalker Az X Fem Reader

You were the most beautiful creature the shadowsinger had ever seen. Even with tears sliding down your face; your panties stuffed in your mouth held in place by a shadow wrapped around your head. The Spymaster wouldn't want to disturb your neighbors after all. That wouldn't be Polite.

And Azriel was always polite.

You Belong To Me

Dark Cassian X Mated Fem Reader

You tugged at the bonds, keeping you in the chair when rough calloused hands gripped your cheeks tightly, "You are my mate, You belong to me." You whimpered as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, "By the end of the week, you will accept the bond." He whispered as he released his grip on your face and scooped up a bite of food with a fork. You pressed your lips together, not wanting to accept any food from the general. "You need to eat," he tried to reason. You shook your head, and frustration coated the male's features as he quickly pinched your nose. "Open." He commands with a lethal calm that caused a shiver down your spine that you did what he asked. Not wasting a second, he placed the utensil in your mouth and began to feed you.

The food was delicious. You hated to deny it, but you were so hungry you didn't think twice about whether your fated mate laced it with anything.

To Be Mine...Forever

Dark Azriel X Reader (Rhys' Sister)

Azriel smiled at you, his eyes had a dangerous look to them as his hand grazed down the lace of your gown. Your wedding gown,"You are a vision, in white, my love. I'm sure the heir of Autumn would have loved you in it." You cried out muffled as he had wrapped your veil through your teeth, not wanting to hear your protests. The chains on your wrist rattled as you tried to lunge for him. He gripped your face, "Don't be a brat, I'm freeing you from the lowley confines of the Autimn court. You were never meant to be there. To be with him." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as your eyes brimmed with tears not finding comfort by his touch, "You were meant to be mine... Forever." He pulls the veil from your lips only to seal his lips to yours.

My Best Friends Girl

Dark Rhysand X Azriel's Mate (fem Reader)

A hand clamped over your mouth, jolting you awake. Your eyes met familiar violet ones as Rhysand pressed a finger to his own lips. "Shhh shh shh, It's only me, baby." He whispered, and your heart rate slowed to a normal pace. Your eyes shifted over to the Illyrian beside you. Azriel still sounded asleep in your bed, though his shadows were swirling, trying to wake him up. "Look at me, Pretty girl." Your eyes moved back to your high lord, his hand still around your mouth. "I'm going to take you away from here. Would you like that?" Would you like that? Your body screamed that it was wrong? Though your mind kept repeating:

Stay with the High Lord he will keep you safe.

Rhys, knowing your pretty little head was heavy nodded it for you with the hand pressing down on your lips, accepting his offer to steal you away, to free you. To keep you safe.

SongBird

Modern Mafia AU Cassian X Fem Reader

Cassian's men strapped you to the leather chair, and you struggled to no avail as the leather straps cinched your skin to the chair. The man had a smug look on his face as he sat at the stool a sucker in his mouth, a tattoo gun in his gloved hand. Your breathing became labored. "What are you going to do with that?" You asked.

He pulled the candy out of his mouth and smiled, "Claiming what's mine, My sweet Songbird." You opened your mouth to protest, but instead, the sweet taste of cherry hit your tongue as Cassian shoved the sucker he was eating in your mouth. You instantly closed your mouth on the candy as the sound of the machine rang through the room, and he began tattooing your outer thigh.

Not caring that he was writing, "Property of Cassian," permanently on your skin, you simply hummed thinking about your love for cherry flavored things.

[ellana-ravenwood]

Why don’t you visit my dreams anymore ? - Jason Todd x fem!reader

Synopsis : A story about grief, and how to (try to) overcome the pain of losing a loved one. 

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form. Do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

My masterlists : @ella-ravenwood-archives​

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Jason had been your first love. And you were sure he would be your last. It was impossible to replace someone like Jason Todd. 

Never before did you love someone like you loved him. 

And oh, oh he loved you back so beautifully. 

Some would say it was a young and silly love, that you were both still too young to be sure you had found “the one”. After all, it was rare for people to stay forever with their high school sweetheart. 

But you both felt it. You were both adamant that this was it. You’d never find someone else, who could love you as deeply as he did, and vice versa. 

True love, it was. 

And whomever saw you two together, couldn’t doubt that. 

And so what if you were just fifteen ? (Almost sixteen !) It was just so obvious to you two, that you were destined to be together. Your relationship was still young, but you had always been best friends, since as long as you can remember. And things were still very much at the “teenage cutesy love” stage, but it was such a profound love. 

Your love was the kind of love that happens once every century, the kind that is so strong and deep, it inspires great stories that will never be forgotten. 

That’s how it felt to you. 

Forever. 

Only, Jason’s forever was cut short. One night, you received a call from Alfred...

“Master Jason is gone.” From the way the butler’s voice cracked, there was no doubt in your mind what this meant. Never before, did you feel such a visceral pain. 

DENIAL

“No. You’re wrong. It’s not possible ! Why are you lying to me, Alfred ?”

“Lady (Y/N) I-” 

There’s a short pause, and a tiny sliver of hope grows in your heart. Yes. This must be a joke. A sick joke, yes, but maybe this was just that “British humor” so many people spoke of ? 

“Lady (Y/N), I’m sorry. I do not know what to say...” 

Alfred ? Speechless ? No. 

“This is not possible. He can’t be gone. We’re supposed to celebrate his birthday next week. I bought him a gift. How can I give it to him, if he’s gone ? He can’t be. You’re lying.” 

Complete refusal. This wasn’t possible. Your Jason would never leave you. He would never. HE WAS JUST FIFTEEN !! 

“I’m sorry...” You hear again, before slamming your phone against the wall. You didn’t want to hear any of it. Those were blatant lies. You didn’t have time to waste with that. 

Decidedly, you put a coat on, and went to Wayne Manor. 

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

You never even rung the door. 

When you arrived, you felt a certain vibe. Like something was not right. Like something was missing. 

Someone, was missing. 

There was light in the library room. A place you knew for a fact, only Jason used. And once again, you felt hope. Those dark feelings were just your imagination ! You were going to run up to the window, and scare the hell out of him by tapping on it ! Now that, would be an actual funny joke. 

Not like the one Alfred made. 

A smile on your face, you go on your tip-toes, and you peek into the room and-

It’s not Jason. 

It’s his dad. 

He’s sitting in that same armchair Jason always sits in. He holds the blanket Jason always wrapped around himself while reading, and he-

He holds it against his face. And you don’t have to see it to know that the man is crying. 

Bruce Wayne is crying. 

This isn’t a joke. 

Jason is really gone. 

But in dreams 

You cry yourself to sleep, of course. But then-

Then a miracle happens. Because he’s there, right in front of you. And he reaches a hand towards your tears...He touches your face. Wipes the tear away.

“You’re really here.” 

You tell him, and he smiles at you. But it’s a sad smile, one full of guilt and regrets. One that you’re not used to see on his face. 

“I’m sorry (Y/N), but I’m not really here. This is a dream.” 

“Don’t say that.” 

“It’s the truth...I don’t really know how I came here. I just really wanted to see you one last time.”

“Don’t say that, Jason. Please.” 

“You know, if I had become a grown up, I would have married you. I mean it. I don’t think the day would happen, that I would stop loving you.” 

“Why are you telling me this ? You can be such a jerk...”

You turn away, tears once again welling up in your eyes. Your heart is bleeding, and in that dream, you’re not sure whether it’s literally, figuratively, or metaphorically. It’s confusing. But he’s here. He’s here. 

“It’s just- I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back. I have so much I want to tell you. I have so much-”

“Stop it !” 

You throw your arms around him, and squeeze him against yourself. Not about to let go. You don’t want to ever go. He doesn’t finish his sentence, sighs, and squeeze you back. 

“Guess I’ll just have to come back...” 

He says, and then you don’t remember what happens. You just wake up in your bed, and the overwhelming feeling of sadness almost gets the better of you...

ANGER

Why you ? This wasn’t fair. THIS WASN’T FAIR ! Everywhere, you see him. He’s all over the news, and everyone talks about this “tragedy”. 

None of them knew him. None of them. Journalists want to talk to you, as it was known you were his girlfriend...But then, they suddenly disappear, and you’re sure it’s thanks to Bruce. 

Bruce. 

You used to spend a lot of time at the Manor. When you lost Jason, you also ended up losing his dad and Alfred, who had become akin to a family for you too, who never really had one.

That’s how it clicked so fast between you and Jason.

Two children who had to grow up too fast. But you were both lucky. He was adopted by Bruce, and you by the most wonderful parents you could hope for. After all the hardship you went through together, you deserved a happy ending !

So this wasn’t fair. THIS WASN’T FAIR !! 

You were pretty sure you had always loved Jason, even if, when you were children, you never realized it. The feelings weren’t the same, of course, being kids. It’s only recently you admitted to loving each others...Only recently...

Too soon. It was too soon ! You barely had anytime together ! 

You were so damn angry. At everything and everyone. You started to isolate yourself, not talking to your parents, or to any of your friends. 

You lost your appetite, you lost sleep (which was a nightmare, as only during your sleep could you see him again), you lost all will to do anything. 

And you were so angry, all the time. Angry about everything. 

But most of all, you were angry at Bruce Wayne. He didn’t even call you, or come see you !! You thought he cared about you, you thought he-He was Jason’s dad. You were close because of that. And he didn’t even tell you himself. He didn’t even come see you !! 

You could talk about Jason together, or reminisce good times. He could tell you exactly what happened, as the explanation you got were somewhat shady. He could- Why didn’t he want to talk to you ?? 

So angry. So angry it hurts. It hurts...

You couldn’t wait to be asleep, so Jason would visit you again. You knew he would come. He came to you every night. And then, then you could pretend like none of this was real. Like he was alive and well. You talked, kissed sometimes, and just enjoyed each other’s presence...It was such bliss. 

So much better than this waking nightmare, in which you felt so alone. 

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Bruce couldn’t face you. 

He felt so guilty, and angry at himself. He was the reason Jason died. He was the reason Jason died !! The boy was just fifteen !! HE WAS JUST FIFTEEN !! 

He had such a long life ahead of him. With you at his side. Bruce’s boy always talked to him so much about you...

Ever since he first came in his life. You used to be “his best friend (Y/N)”, the “most wonderful person on earth !”. And then one day, you became his girlfriend, and Bruce saw his kid smile so much. He almost believed-

He almost believed he succeeded. That Jason wouldn’t be like him, that he would have a better life, that he would be allowed to be happy. 

And then he got killed. Because of him, because he let him be “Robin”.

Fifteen. 

His boy was just fifteen...

BARGAINING 

You could see him in dreams. 

Surely, it meant he wasn’t truly gone, right ? 

“My life for his !” You’d ask-Anyone. Anything. 

God. Gods. Entities. Any higher powers who could help you. 

They could take you, if they brought him back. They could-

But then, he would be in your place. He would be the one suffering. And you couldn’t bear that very thought. You couldn’t- 

“Please. Please just, make my dreams last longer. Or make it so I never wake up again, and I can stay with him forever. Please. I beg of you...” 

DEPRESSION

It lasted a long time. A year or two. 

You just, went by. 

Feeling numb, tired, hopeless, helpless. 

You lost all perspective of a future. Everything was a struggle, and living in a world without Jason felt like torture. 

It was as if you just floated through life. High school graduation came, and you had no memory of it. You weren’t planning on going to college. And those past two years, were spend mostly alone...You hated how people looked at you with pity. You hated it. 

One year. Two years. It had already been two years, since you lost Jason. Time was suppose to heal all wounds, no ? Absolute bullshit. It felt as difficult and hurtful as when you first received that phone call. 

Jason was gone. How could you ever feel happy again ? 

It was only at night, that things felt right again. You’d spend a lot of your time sleeping, because Jason would visit you every single time. He would come in your dreams. 

He said he shouldn’t, that you had to move on. He said he should stay away...But he couldn’t. He didn’t have the heart to never see you again. He couldn’t leave you alone, he said. 

Yet whenever you would wake up, and come back to reality...He wouldn’t be there. 

He would never be there again. 

And then one day, Bruce Wayne knocked on your door. You would learn later, that your parents called him for help, hoping he could bring you some comfort as you both went through the same kind of pain...

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“Jason would’ve-He would’ve liked for you to have this.”

It were journals. About ten of them.  

Jason’s diaries...You knew he wrote, a lot. You knew. But you never imagined you’d be able to read those. 

Bruce knew, that by giving you those journals, he would reveal his secret identity. But he felt he owed you that much. That you needed the closure. 

You needed to know it was his fault. Bruce, in a way, was trying to punish himself. If you hated him enough, then maybe it would makes things right. Maybe you’d be able to move on. 

He stayed with you, as you read pages and pages of Jason’s neat handwriting. Most pages had a least one paragraph about you. From age 8, and his approximative writing, to age 15, dated on the day of his death...he talked at least once about you, every single day. 

It made you heart so warm. 

Ah. It’s as if you almost forgot, so obnubilated by your dreams. But your Jason was so full of life, and love, and kindness. He was so-

Jason. He was the most incredible man you ever met (although he would never become quite a man). He was-

Tears. But this time, it wasn’t as much tears of sadness, as it was relief. Happiness. Born from countless good memories, and the knowledge that you would never forget him. 

You would love Jason Todd forever. You knew that. He couldn’t fully leave your heart. 

“Thank you.” 

You say, and Bruce is confused. He was so sure you would hate him ! After all, it’s because he was Batman, that his son died ! 

“Thank you for giving him the love every child should have from a parent. And for giving him a home. For taking care of him.” 

He feels his throat squeeze painfully. No. No this wasn’t- How could you look at him with such a gentle smile ? 

Holding Jason’s last journal against your heart, you dried some of your tears before saying : 

“It really sounded like, he was so happy with you. So, thank you. Thank you so much for being there for him. Thank you, Bruce.” 

What is this ? Why are you being so kind to him ? He’s-He’s the reason his boy died ! He doesn’t deserve your thanks. He doesn’t-

He feels the tears welling up in his own eyes, as he stares at you in disbelief.

And you understand. You know how he feels, how he thinks it’s his fault. You know. But you cannot hate him. Because he did, love and care for Jason. And he did, give many great years in a warm home to him. And-

You were certain he couldn’t stop Jason. Your boyfriend was born to help others, you always knew it. He couldn't stop him from becoming Robin. On the contrary, letting him take that mantel fulfilled Jason’s true purpose, you were sure of it.

The fact the man came all this way here, fighting his own grief, just in the hope to make you feel better. To actually save you, and help you move on...It was enough for you. Even now, Bruce still looked out for Jason. 

Because of course, Jason would hate for you to be so sad. He told you himself, in your dreams. He couldn’t bear to see you sad, defeated, heartbroken...He said he would do something for you and-

Ah. Did he send his dad for you ? Did he visit him in a dream, and ask for him to give you his journals ? That was entirely possible. After all, it’s been two years since every single night, your dead boyfriend would invite himself in your dreams. 

And you were sure it was him, and not just a figment of your imagination. Call it a gut feeling. The world had seen weirder things...

Yes. 

Hating Bruce wasn’t the way, you knew it. 

And ah, little did you know that this knowledge lodged in your heart would one day save a certain man wearing a Red Hood... (but that’s, for another story ;))

ACCEPTANCE

“Why don’t you visit my dreams, anymore ? 

Please. Come back. I love you. I miss you.” 

It’s been weeks, and weeks, and weeks. He hasn't come back to your dreams, and it felt like this time- 

He was truly gone. 

“Why don’t you visit my dreams, anymore ?” 

A question you’d ask yourself many times. Was it because you finally started to find some peace ? Because you finally started to heal, in a way ? 

You could never truly heal. You would never forget him. But you felt like...You still had a lot to live for. That he would’ve wanted you to keep goin. After all, he told you himself, in your dreams. 

But he wasn’t coming anymore. Was he trying to finally let you move on ? Was he sacrificing his own wish to see you, so you could move forward with your life ? 

Could be. Or maybe it really were all dreams, and you finally accepting his death unlocked something in your subconscious, that made it think you didn’t need to see him anymore ? 

But you missed him. So much. 

“Why don’t you visit my dreams, anymore ?” 

A question that would remained unanswered...For now. 

A love that transcend death. 

Finals week. 

After Bruce’s visit, you finally slowly came out of your depression. Finally slowly came out to the world again. 

And you applied for Gotham’s college, hoping to get a degree in forensics (maybe feeling a little inspired by a certain “Batman”). You wanted to keep Jason’s legacy on, you would carry the torch for him. 

Jason never got to grow old, never got to do so many things...You felt like i was your duty, to also live for him. 

And so, that’s why you were coming home very late that night, after you spend hours and hours at the library, studying. You had to nail those finals ! 

Maybe that’s why you didn’t notice those less than amenable men walking towards you ? Engrossed in your revision, you only saw them too late. 

But of course. A mugging in Gotham City. How original. 

However, before they could even utter a word to you, a big red mass fall on them. 

You didn’t have any other words to describe what just happened. It really felt like a giant in red just stomped their face. 

Said giant turns to you, and you know you should feel fear, yet-

You recognize that stance. The way those hands lay on his sides. And though you cannot see his face, as he’s wearing a mask, you know the shape of his eyes, as he looks at you. 

You know who this is. It seems impossible, and yet...The world has seen weirder things, right ? 

Explanations would come later. Or never, really. They were not important, right now. 

“Ah...That’s why you disappeared from my dreams.” 

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

In the night, two silhouettes runs towards each other. 

Their hands find each other, their lips too. 

A tight embrace between two beings who had always been destined to be together, so much so that even death couldn’t keep them away from each other forever. 

Because their love, was forever. 

In the night. 

Two silhouettes embracing each other, never letting go again. 

And this time, it wasn’t just a dream. 

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Here we are. Wrote fast (didn’t re-read myself or I wouldn’t post it..), not very well in a way, but I hope you still liked it. Yes. A short story I felt like writing, as I had a dream about someone I lost long ago, and it felt so nice, to see them in my dream, that...here we are :).

I hope you liked it. Comments and reblogs are always welcomed, as per usual. 

[lopposting]

guys.

I think I did it.

I think I cracked Lies of P.

(me rn)

i keep going back and forth on carlo's death.

i know i was adamant before, on him dying from the petrification disease. i think logically he would have to have had it because of ergo.

but here's another weird point about his death,

i just realized why we intrinsically think he was killed.

Carlo is wearing his school uniform when his stalker finds him, and on the floor at that. That's quite odd. Maybe not being on the floor, but the uniform. Why the uniform?

"He didn't even come to your graduation?"

For the son of an aristocratic family, would this be the image of a deathly ill son in care? Did Geppetto know? Wouldn't he be in palliative care, as Lady Antonia could afford?

Why wear the uniform after graduating?

"Oh, she's here! Grab her!"

"...Gemini, get rid of them! I'm off!"

Was his death literally right after his graduation, on the same day?

And also, Gemini is a little lamp guy. (She doesn't look to be carrying the lamp.) Why does she tell him to take care of the boys? What can he even do? Tell them off?

Here's another funny thing... We NEVER see Carlo outside of his school uniform. (at least, in the "past", "real" Carlo time line).

And as we know, the school uniform has a prominent Sailor collar, the type that is associated with nautical outfits [down to the three stripes, supposedly called a "naval collar"]. The Graduation pendant that he gives to Romeo is of an anchor. [I know that these are all artifacts of the charity house. but they are nonetheless associated in tangent with Carlo]

When we find Carlo's painting, it's right next to this one of a ship. [also, two bottles on the counter, perhaps representing the "two lives" of Carlo and Pino]

also... when Carlo's memories materialize... it's in the sand. Only on the seaside.

Remember, Romeo seems to be associated with a fire element, and Pino with water, the same seems to go with Carlo. The original novel of Pinocchio itself seems to have a strange fixation on the ocean.

And now, might I present to you:

The DLC images are also of a ship and some kind of water turbine.

Director Choi (in pre-release interview): "I'll put it this way: there are more stories I want to tell in Lies of P, so I hope [it] does well."

Also: "There sure are stories we could not introduce in the game" (talking about the story being adapted into another form)

[basically, that there was more to the story than what was really present in the final game.] I'll leave all this to your consideration without adding my own just yet. (I'll add it in a reblog on my own blog without tagging it) Just kidding I want to keep wasting everyone's time

Perhaps after the events of the game,

This is some sort of effort by Pino to either learn more about the deceased Carlo or try to remember his "previous life" as Carlo, by taking to the sea.

Maybe even after the game, Pino will STILL attempt to "awaken" as him so to speak [:(].

[Maybe he actually will.]

Again, Carlo is strongly associated with nautical elements. Again, he is never seen outside of a sailor suit, basically. Also, when we gain the memories of Carlo, they materialize on the sand, at the seaside. Remember, he DIED in the sailor outfit

Maybe we are to take the "sand memories" more "literally" as they are in the sand?

Did Carlo drown and his body wash ashore, which is why these memories materialize in the sand? Why is he so associated with ships?

Pino is also depicted in the water, remember, including what looks to be concept art that was used for the OST? Maybe it isn't "just" a motif? [even simple things like his "official" coat and his eyes being blue, blue blood's tailcoat, and him being associated with the colour blue in general]

Which is why Pino is pictured in the water, since he was "born" from Carlo's death... He was birthed in the water the same way Carlo died in it?

[more notes in reblog]

[f1oricide]

We all have cravings

Yan! Mikey x reader

This is kinda like a part two for the Yan Mikey hc I made. Also just know this is strictly fiction, I do NOT support this Irl if you do please seek help. This is my contribution to horrortober ig. I did not proof read this at all so I hope u enjoy my brain rot.

Tw: build up, poor writing, blood, kidnapping, yandere themes, cannibalistic themes, anxiety, panic attacks, nonconsensual touching (nonsexual), overall bad time for y/n

I hate my job. Customer service is bitch in a half, I swear to god customer service employees are doing gods work. I can’t even wipe tables in piece without some lady yelling at me about how her frappe has too much ice like it’s a global issue. What’s worse is how I spend 8 hours of my life for this, I need a better job.

Walking down the slightly empty streets of New York, my body aching for my beloved bed. I look at the shops as I walk by, absorbing all the trinkets and doodads inside. One place though, stopped me in my tracks, a quaint little bakery near by an alleyway. the inside had a golden glow to it, it was almost unreal, beautiful, and the smell was amazing.

so as any normal young adult would do, I walk in, not knowing what I want to buy. I instantly feel regret setting inside my stomach, why did I walk in? Oh god I can’t just leave without buying anything, maybe they didn’t noticed I walked in? Looking around right as that thought sped through my mind, I made eye contact with the baker, they greeted me, but god of course they saw me.

Well due to social obligation, I HAVE to buy something. Panic started to rise as I still have no idea what to buy, knowing the baker isn’t even rushing me, the panic is still there. Just as I thought all hope was lost, I felt another pair of eyes on me. Turning I see a man in a trench coat and fedora, staring at me through the glass like I’m one of the wonders of the world. Weirdo. We make eye context for a second before he snaps out of it, and stumbles inside.

Thank god, an out I thought as the man walked closer to the counter. “You can order first if you’d like, Im still deciding.” We made eye contact again, despite the added difficulty the fedora he was wearing made. “Wow, thanks stranger! You know this place has some delicious raspberry sweet rolls! I totally recommend them if you haven’t tried any!” Sweet rolls? As a recommendation? This dude just keeps getting weirder and weirder, but considering I don’t know what else to get, I might as well try it, what’s the harm? “Hmm that does sound tempting, maybe I will” making sure to add a smile after, the man seems to beam at my remark. “Trust me, they are AMAZING especially with some chamomile tea and vanilla scones”

Pfft- What are you? A rich old white British lady? “Pfft hahahah! Good one, it really does sound like I am huh?” He continues to laugh even harder as the “joke” sets in as I stare in shock and horror. Did I really just say that out loud? “My names Mikey, what’s yours stranger?” He says while wiping a tear from his eye. “Oh uhm- y/n” were doing introductions now I guess. “Well y/n it’s nice to meet you” holding his hand out, I didn’t fail to notice the green skin and the three fingers outstretched towards me.

Oh my god, what the hell?! An excuse, think of an excuse. “We should probably order, don’t wanna hold up the line” good one me. He looks behind us and I follow suit; low and behold, no one else of course. He chuckles before turning back to me and says, “I guess you have a point”. Retracting his hand he turns to the cashier and places his order. The cashier told him that he’s gonna have to wait for 20 minutes for it to be ready, Mikey nods and turns to me before asking the cashier for those raspberry sweet rolls. Oh god-

“Oh can you make those separate?” I sputter before Mikey quickly answers, “I insist, I don’t want you to waste your money if you don’t like it!” Convincing argument plus free food? You win this round “Mikey”.

After paying Mikey and I go to sit down at a nearby booth. Maybe I have him pegged wrong my mind started rationalizing. Maybe it’s a medical condition? We sat for a good minute in silence as I’m overthinking per usual. “So, what do plan to do with a whole loaf of zope bread?” I say to avoid the loud thoughts buzzing through my head. “Oh! Well I was planning on making it myself but I might as well try this places zone, I’m planning on pairing it with some-“ before he can continue, the cashier called out the raspberry sweet rolls to catch out attention.

I got the rolls and walked back to the booth. “Well, here’s my order”

…

“So…see ya…”

Before I could even take a step though, Mikey shot up “whaaat?! B-but you didn’t even try it! I want to see if you like it or not!” He stared at me with pleading eyes, like a dog begging it’s human for a treat. Why is he so invested in this? “I didn’t think you’d want to know my feedback..” “well duhhh, I recommend it to you, I just have to know i hit the nail on the head!” Oh… well whatever it takes to leave faster. I grabbed a roll and popped it in my mouth, it was EXPLODING with flavor. I think Mikey could tell with the knowing smirk that spread across his face.

After that we started talking more in the restaurant, I got to know him more. Apparently he has three more brothers, when he made me guess which one he was, it wasn’t hard to tell he’s the youngest. Eventually his order was done, disappointment sent in me because, well, this was actually a pleasant interaction with a not so total stranger. Acquaintance if you will. By the time his order was ready, I already ate all the rolls, so I guess this is it.

“It was nice meeting you, I didn’t really plan staying out this late.” I said as we walked out, the sky nearly dark. “It was reallyyy nice meeting you too, you know…” he stated reaching in his pocket. “If you need any more expert cooking advice, give me a call!”

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That should’ve been it, but noooo, I just HAD to call back, we just HAD to get to know each other more, he just HAD to show me his “secret” identity…I just HAD to fall in love…no..for his tricks

It all started with food, a fucking roll no less. He fed me and like a wild animal I kept coming back. I ignored all the red flags, all my friends concerns, not noticing how they quickly left my life after venting to Mikey about them. I kept coming back for more like a dumb dumb animal.

But now here I am, a small closet with one twin bed and barren walls, no fan or vent. What did I do to deserve this? What avengers level threat did I cause to end up here? There’s barely anything to do besides relive old mistakes and sweat. Dare I say it, I even miss my job and being a useful member of society.

The door finally opened the reveal the devil himself, Mikey. But somethings off…I’ve been here long enough to read Mikey’s face like a book. He looks nervous, like he wants something nervous… fear started to creep within me, what did he want now?

Usually he brings stuff in like crafts or food and water, but this time, it’s just him. Closing the door behind him, he speaks. “Hi my Angel…” a grimace grew on my face. That nickname used to make me swoon, but now it makes me want to throw up. “I have a very important question to ask you”

This was the question that ruined my life…and I thought it couldn’t get any worse… he wanted me…ME. To… just the thought is making me gag- EAT HIM. LITERALLY. The thoughts in my head started swarming me, his justifications and explanations fall on deaf ears as the room swirls around me. He gently grabs my forearms snapping me back, since when did I start crying? I can’t even breath right, I feel like I’m drowning.

“Listen, I know it sounds really really REALLY crazy, but I need you to trust me… you’ll be okay. This will be good for us! We’ll be together all the time isn’t that great?” No, it’s not great, far from it actually. “I won’t force you to do it now of course, take your time, I’ll wait, I’ll always wait for you”

Ever since then, no matter how much I stalled, it was only putting off the inevitable. No matter what I did, it never swayed him. Actually, it did, but not how I would’ve wanted. He started giving me less and less to eat. It started off small with a few less portions, but I never noticed the twitch in his smile whenever I put down his encouragement to chomp on his arm. He started giving less portions and no breakfast anymore, id be lucky if he gave me dinner.

Im hungry, starving even. It hurts, it hurts so so much. He would always come in more often, lifting his arm and encouraging me to bite. “Come on, you can do it baby”. It pisses me off. How dare you kidnap me after I gave you my trust. How dare you put me in a cramped tiny room, having to solely rely on you for everything. HOW DARE YOU force me to break EVERYTHING I thought was RIGHT all while you look at me and TELL ME YOU LOVE ME.

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I hate you. I failed to notice hot tears running down my face. I hate you. I also failed to notice how hard I shook, how my teeth grinding against each other until it hurt. FUCKING I HATE YOU

Red, it’s all I can see. I used laughing when any character in media say they saw red, can you blame me? It sounds so…dumb, but I get it now. I understand, how ironic. Apparently, I could..taste red too…

Snapping back to reality a brick of drowsiness crashes down onto me, I must’ve had some high adrenaline because my jaw started hurting like a bitch. Liquid runs down my jaw, it’s warm..fresh. Why do I feel something on my tongue-

Shock slaps me in the face, my eyes go as wide as saucers, what have I done?? Looking up at Mikey I see the sheer amount of euphoria in his face, his eyes holding so much love, it might spill out. I need this thing out of me, I need HIM out. I gag trying to spit it out but he quickly puts his hand on my mouth. “you can do it, swallow quickly, it’ll all be over, your doing amazing” I don’t even think before swallow the lump down. The worst part about this whole experience was feeling the lump of meat slide down my throat and plop into my stomach. My mouth instantly starts salivating, and I’m forced to question if it’s because of the hunger still in me or the sheer amount of disgust and horror in me trying to throw it up while Mikey whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

Everything is too much. The air is too hot, too heavy, too wet. It feels horrible on my skin. It’s too noisy, to crowded, too much. Mikey only hugs me tight to his chest, his arm still bleeding , all while I lean in considering how it’s the only comfort I’ll get out of this hell hole. “I knew you’d trust me…I love you.. so so sooo much. I’ll never leave your side. We’re bound together as one, isn’t that great?”

All I could do was sob violently, slowly passing out, everything slowly fading to black.

[raspberryfingers]

A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 9)

WARNINGS: Nudity, mentions of PTSD

Word Count: 5k

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Lord Tywin pushed the door of the inn open, and the second that we stepped inside it seemed to go entirely silent. Of course, even an idiot would have figured out why. The Old Lion was in his regular attire, and the Hand of the King pin was still attached to his leather coat. Every single person there was staring at us, and the woman running the inn instantly noticed, wasting no time as she hurried over to help us. 

���M-M’lord, M’lady, can I do anything for the two of you?” she questioned nervously, probably not expecting to see Tywin Lannister walking in on a random day. 

Looking around, I realized that most of the soldiers here were Tyrell men. Upon seeing me, they had instantly pushed the whores from their laps and sat a little straighter. If I wasn’t absolutely freezing it might’ve made me laugh. 

“Do you have any rooms available?” Lord Tywin asked, running his hand over his wet hair. We looked utterly out of place, not to mention pathetic. The woman was extremely apologetic as she shook her head at us.

“I’m afraid not, M’lord. We’ve been completely full since the battle, and tonight’s even worse because of the rain.”

As she said it, several of my men stood from their seats at the tables. They all looked at me eagerly, though they gripped at their swords belts to try and appear natural. They instantly began to offer their rooms, and I was somewhat overwhelmed—not to mention surprised—by it.

“Lady (Y/N), please, take my room. It would be an honor.”

“No, my lady. Please, take mine.”

“Know that you are welcome to take mine, Lady Tyrell.”

They all stared at me, and more men began to stand up, but I quickly put my hands out to assure them it was fine. Despite that, there were even more offers, and each one of them sounded so sincere it made my heart swell. I had always gotten along well with my men, but I had never expected this kind of utter devotion. 

“Gentlemen… gentlemen, please, I- I thank you all for your kindness, but I would not want to displace more than one of you. As it is I feel bad to- to ask this of you,” I said, watching as they instantly quieted down upon hearing my voice. They all stared at me for a moment more, and then looked at each other in an attempt to figure out who would give me their room. I could sense that each man wanted to do the honor, and I spoke up to prevent any arguments or—gods forbid—fights. 

“I will choose which room, gentlemen. There’s no need- n-no need to argue.” I shivered, and felt Lord Tywin’s hand at my back. I did not look up at him, for the soldiers might’ve gotten the wrong message if I had. In all honesty, another reason to only take one room was so that I could enjoy watching Lord Tywin sleep on the floor. Perhaps it was cruel of me, but I was still quite upset with him.

“Lady (Y/N), if I may… you- you saved my life at the Battle of Blackwater. One of Stannis’ men had disarmed me and was about to kill me, but you rode past and sliced the man’s head clean off. Please, take my room. Allow me to repay that debt,” one man said, suddenly standing from his seat and giving me a somewhat pleading look. I softened, instantly nodding at him.

“I will take your room, but please know that there is no debt to be paid. You are all my bannermen, and as your leader, it is my job to protect your lives as much as I possibly can. I am grateful for the opportunity to do such a thing… I am grateful for the opportunity to march with such fine men,” I replied, at first speaking to that one man in specific and then addressing the entire room. All the Tyrell soldiers there began to bang their fists down on the table, and I could not help but smile, even in my present state.

The young man who had offered me his room instantly approached, gesturing for me to follow him. I gave Lord Tywin a brief look to note that he was coming with me, and then started after the soldier. He led the two of us to his quarters, and I realized after a moment that the woman from before was also following us. I presumed that she wanted to change out the linens of the bed. 

“Here it is, m’lady. I haven’t slept in here yet, I was just recently reassigned to a job in King’s Landing. Arrived at this inn from another one early this morning,” the soldier explained, opening the door and showing me in. I noted that the fire was already going, and I was relieved to feel how warm the room was. 

“Thank you so much, young man. Know that I appreciate this quite a lot.”

“Of course, m’lady.”

He gave me a quick bow, and as he walked off I realized that Lord Tywin was speaking with the innkeeper about something. I didn’t pay it much mind, though, for I was instantly rushing to sit by the fire. There was thankfully a fur rug in front of it, and I kneeled there while holding my hands out. I only looked back at the sound of the door closing.

“The innkeeper is going to bring warm water so that you can bathe, along with towels. I also asked if she could-” Lord Tywin was going on about whatever they’d discussed, and he’d been staring out the window until he looked at me. He had looked at the window again, but did a distinct double take as he paused. His eyebrows furrowed, and he instantly came over and kneeled beside me. I raised my eyebrows at him, wondering what in the seven hells he was doing as he observed my face.

“Have you been crying?” he muttered, slowly reaching out and cupping my cheek. My lips parted in a moment of realization, and I faltered for a moment, attempting to look down so I would not have to meet his piercing gaze. I knew then that he must’ve noticed the red around my eyes, or perhaps even in my eyes. I hadn’t even looked in a mirror, but I had cried quite a lot, so it didn’t surprise me. 

He took my silence as an answer, and when he lifted my chin so that I would face him again, I could tell that Lord Tywin was deeply upset by this. There was sheer guilt on his face, for he certainly understood that he was the cause of my tears. To me, it was simply embarrassing.

“What- What did you ask her?” I questioned, trying to make Lord Tywin revert back to his previous topic as his hand fell from my face.

“Who?”

“The Innkeeper, you said you asked her something.”

“Ah, yes. She’s going to look and see if she has any fresh clothes that might fit you. Something you would be able to sleep in,” he noted, recalling what he had meant to say when I clarified for him. I simply nodded, turning my head to look at the fire again.

I did not want to speak to—or think about—Lord Tywin, and I was grateful when he got up from the floor and went to towel his wet hair. I could’ve done the same, but if I was going to bathe in a few minutes there was no point in it. The warm bath would be exactly what I needed, I felt quite confident. I might also ask one of the maids for something to eat, as it was getting dark outside and I was growing hungry.

A sudden knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts, and when Lord Tywin uttered a ‘come in’, I saw several maids pour into the room with steaming water. I sighed out with relief instantly, especially as I watched them pour it into the metal tub. One of them laid out towels, and as I got up from the floor two more of them came over to me and removed my cloak. 

As they began to undo my dress, Lord Tywin took it as his sign to leave the room. Once he’d shut the door, the women stripped me naked and helped me into the warm bath. I might’ve been self conscious if not so eager to get in.

“You’re shivering, m’lady. Dip your hair, that’ll help,” one of them said sweetly, helping pour some of the water over my head as I lowered myself in completely. The bath might’ve been too hot in any other scenario, but right now it felt delightful. I sighed out as I allowed it to warm me, and my eyes shut with relaxation. The water went up to just below my collarbone, though much to my disappointment one of the maids asked me to sit up a bit so she could wash my hair. 

I did as she asked, and as she began sorting through her soaps she noted to the other maids that they could leave. They nodded at her and promptly did so, and I watched as they opened the door and stepped out. 

During those brief few seconds, however, I saw Lord Tywin standing out in the hallway. He instantly noticed me, and our eyes met. Both of us seemed to freeze, unable to do anything but stare at each other. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks, because even if I was covered by the water, I was quite obviously still naked and bathing. 

Lord Tywin’s lips parted, and as he blinked his eyes involuntarily wandered a bit. He instantly looked away after doing this, and I was certain he felt embarrassed. I looked away as well, and as the door shut my entire face was on fire.

He had obviously not intended to look, and I was not upset whatsoever because I understood that. It is always somewhat off putting to catch another person nude, and even if you don’t mean to look it’s quite hard not to.

Still, there had been a sort of tension between us at that moment and I found myself struggling to calm down, even as the maid did wash my hair. Something about the way Lord Tywin had looked at me was so… intimate. 

The memory played in my head as I continued to bathe, and eventually the two other maids came back in with fresh clothes. When I looked in the hall this time, Lord Tywin was not standing there, much to my relief. I don’t know how I would’ve handled making eye contact with him again.

“I’m sorry about the clothes, m’lady, it was all we could find,” one of the girls apologized, placing the garments down on a small dresser and then walking over to the fire. I realized then that they’d laid out my undergarments to dry there, and it certainly seemed to have done the trick. The same could not be said for my dress, but that had naturally gotten much more wet than anything else.

One of the other maids reached for the towels, opening one of them and holding it up in front of the tub. As I stood from the water, she wrapped it around me and helped me step out. I attempted to tell them that I could dress myself, but they were extremely efficient and helped me into the clothes before I could protest.

The garments they had found for me were ill fitting, but that was to be expected. The pants were relatively fine, just a bit baggier than usual, but the shirt they had found was absolutely massive. I wanted to laugh as I considered that a man the size of the Hound, or perhaps even the Baratheon soldier, could wear such a garment. 

The women tied the front of the shirt as much as they could, but the cut down in the neckline still revealed quite a lot due to its size. I assured them it was alright, I did not mind. In all honesty, I’d probably worn more revealing dresses.

They sat me down after that, toweling my hair quite rigorously and brushing it out once it was mostly dry. There was a knock at the door after they’d finished, and when one of them went to open it, Lord Tywin entered with two plates. 

I couldn’t help but smile at him, going over to the small table in the corner of the room as he set our food down there. He pulled my chair for me, and I muttered a soft ‘thank you’ as I sat down.

“I figured you would be hungry,” he said, sitting across from me and briefly glancing at the maids as they cleaned everything up and left us. I nodded, eagerly dipping some bread into the stew and then shoving it into my mouth. The last thing I was going to do right now was eat ‘properly’. 

“It’s been quite a long day,” I said after swallowing, simultaneously reaching for the pitcher and pouring myself some wine. The Lord Hand gave me a subtle smile, somewhat amused by just how fast I was eating.

“Well, don’t go so quickly that you make yourself vomit.”

I only nodded at him, intending to ignore his advice but suddenly realizing that he was right. With a sigh, I forced myself to slow down a bit and chew everything entirely. When I glanced up from my plate, Lord Tywin looked apprehensive, and I knew he wanted to say something. 

“What is it?” I questioned while drinking more wine. I found that it warmed me rather pleasantly. 

“I- I apologize. I did not mean to look, I was simply surprised to see you when the door opened,” he said, to which my face flushed as I shook my head.

“There is no need to apologize, Lord Tywin. We were both caught off guard, and you did not mean to… well, I took no offense,” I assured him, setting my utensils down for a moment so I would not stuff my face as I said it. Lord Tywin merely nodded, taking a few bites from his own plate and looking down. Despite that, I could see the red in his cheeks. It nearly made me laugh, for I couldn’t recall having ever seen him blush before.

“Your bannermen, they adore you,” he said after a moment, only lifting his eyes. Though I shrugged it off, I could not keep myself from smiling. Lord Tywin, however, was not satisfied leaving it at that. “Nearly every Tyrell soldier here was willing to give up his room for you, I hope you understand the gravity of them doing such a thing. It’s an even further testament to your good leadership.”

“I will admit that it was a nice feeling. It was rewarding, I suppose, to know that they respect me. I’m aware that eventually, once my father marries me off, he’ll take the opportunity to put Loras in charge, but… for now, those are my men. To have that, to be able to say that I lead an army, it’s so- it’s such a good feeling.” I sighed, dipping another piece of bread. Lord Tywin contemplated what I’d said for a minute. 

“You’re certain that your father intends to do that?”

“Quite. He’s not exactly a subtle man. It’s exactly why I’m so opposed to marriage. I can stomach the idea of being stuck with some insufferable man for the rest of my life, and perhaps survive being filled with his babes and forced to give him sons, but I truly cannot stand knowing that the thing I hold most dear will be taken from me. Loras will do fine but… but he does not care as I do,” I ranted, leaning back in my chair and lazily moving my fork around in the stew. When I looked up at Lord Tywin, his eyes were dark. It was a look I’d never seen on his face before, and there was something quite chilling about it. It made me sit up a bit straighter.

“Your father would be a fool to do such a thing. Your brother would not have had the foresight to join the Greyjoy Rebellion, nor would he have had the ability to remain calm when faced with the possibility of wildfire. I have criticized you in the past, Lady (Y/N), but you are perhaps the most competent military commander I have ever known,” he said genuinely, keeping his eyes focused on mine as he spoke. Lord Tywin’s use of eye contact was fascinating to me, for he would look away if disinterested, annoyed, or for some other reason uncomfortable, but would always look straight at a person when he was serious about the subject.

“Well, perhaps you ought to try mentioning it to my father,” I noted with a sigh, finishing the last of my stew and setting down my utensils. The Lord Hand only stared at me, and after a moment I got up to go sit by the fire again. I let my feet dig into the fur rug, and I was secretly grateful that my shoes were still wet, as this was quite nice. 

“The shirt they gave you is far too big,” Lord Tywin observed as he rose from the table, reaching at his leather coat and undoing the clips at the front. I watched him entirely remove the thing, and I was surprised to find that neither his pants nor shirt had gotten wet. I supposed the tall leather boots and leather coat had protected him from it. 

“Yes, well, I’ve got to make due. It’s what I get for going out in the rain without a cloak.” I sighed out, pulling my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them. I was constantly having to roll up the sleeves of the damned thing, and it truthfully was quite annoying. Had Lord Tywin not been here, I might’ve just forgone a shirt entirely. 

“My shirt is smaller than that one. It would be easier for you to wear,” he said suddenly, making me turn my head toward him and raise an eyebrow. Was he offering me his shirt? 

I looked him over, and after a moment I realized that his garment actually was smaller than the one I was wearing, and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have something that wasn’t quite as ill fitting. 

“Would you- Would you mind?” I questioned softly, to which he shook his head. We both stared at each other for a moment, attempting to figure out how we were going to exchange our attire. “I suppose you should just- well, I don’t know, perhaps you give me your shirt and then turn around while I change?” 

Lord Tywin nodded awkwardly, reaching at the fabric while I stood from the rug and waited for him to remove his clothing. Gods, what a day it had become. 

I watched him grip the shirt, carefully pulling it over his head. I did not want to stare, or even look really, but I found myself observing his chest as he took the thing off. For a man his age, he was in quite good shape. Of course, there was still some loose skin, most notably at the bottom of his stomach, but nearly everything else looked quite firm. 

My lips were subconsciously parting at the sight of his skin, and my face heated with embarrassment as Lord Tywin caught me staring. I quickly looked away, and was quite grateful that he did not tease as he handed me the garment. 

Once I took it from him, he licked his lips somewhat anxiously and went to go sit down in the chair that faced away from me. I watched him for a few seconds—also taking note of his back, though I would not admit it—and then turned around to change my shirt. 

I was able to pull off the larger garment rather quickly, but as I brought Lord Tywin’s up to my head to put it on, his familiar scent hit my nose. My breath caught in my throat, and I looked over my shoulder to check that he was still focused on the wall. When I confirmed that he was, I quietly brought the fabric to my nose and inhaled. Gods, it was so strange of me to do, but I couldn’t help it. The scent of him was utterly addicting, and I was quite pleased to find that I could still smell him as I put the shirt on.

I took one more deep breath, and then finally went over to Lord Tywin and handed him the bigger one. He gave me a nod, slipping it on and huffing to himself at just how obnoxiously large it was. I was unable to resist a small smile, and I lingered beside him for a moment more before wandering over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. 

I reflected that it was quite late, and then gazed at Lord Tywin rather sentimentally. Though I ought to have been angry at him, I was more hurt than anything. He had already apologized, but I still felt that I had left too much unsaid. I cleared my throat softly, and he glanced over at me from his seat. His lips parted when he saw the look on face.

“I- I, uhm… well, you can sleep in the bed with me tonight, Lord Tywin. You needn’t sleep on the rug,” I informed, to which he nodded as a sign of his gratitude. We had not even discussed the sleeping arrangement, but I had already known that he’d intended to give me the bed. It was the sort of thing that Tywin Lannister would do, for even if he was an insufferable cunt from time to time, he was still a gentleman. In his mind, it would be disgraceful to suggest that a lady sleep on the floor instead of him. 

“Thank you, Lady (Y/N),” he said softly, adjusting his seat in the chair to face me more properly. I bit my lip, trying to gather the courage to tell him what I wished to.

“But- But before you do, Tywin… I- I need your solemn oath. I need to know that you… that you intend to actually be my friend—that you won’t be so cold and cruel in front of others again, just as you were today. Though you are not obligated to defend me, it is what I would expect from such a companion, and therefore I am going to ask it of you unless you adamantly believe me to be wrong. And, in that scenario, I do not want you to be offensive about it,” I said evenly, holding his eyes the entire time to exemplify just how serious I was.

Lord Tywin blinked at me for a moment before standing up. Slowly, he approached me and reached out with his hands, lifting mine from my lap and holding them. The warmth of his skin was surprisingly welcome, and my lips parted as I gazed up at him. There was a tender look on his face, and for some reason it made my heart pound. 

“I promise you, (Y/N), that I truly intend to be your friend. I will never disrespect you that way again, and will instead actively do the opposite. In the case that I do disagree with you upon a subject, I vow to behave decently. I simply want you to be happy, and if my friendship brings you joy, then you shall have it,” Lord Tywin said, slowly running his thumbs over my knuckles as he did. His expression alone made me take a shaky breath, and when he freed one of his hands to brush a strand of hair from my face, I felt even more jittery. Gods, perhaps the rain really had made me ill.

“Lord Tywin…”

“No. Just Tywin.”

His voice was just a whisper, and even if I’d wanted to, I felt utterly incapable of looking away from him. His eyes… his blue, blue eyes were holding mine captive. There was something primal between us, some sort of odd tension that would not go away.

“Ty- Tywin…” I said softly, my grip on his hands tightening as I planted my feet onto the wooden floor. I found myself slowly rising from the bed, though there was so little space between us that the back of my legs hit the bed frame. It made me stumble, but the Great Lion’s hands were at my waist, holding me up. I had gripped the front of his shirt. 

“Be careful,” he muttered, letting his palms glide up my sides ever so slowly. I flattened my hands on his chest, swallowing and nodding. His gaze suddenly became overwhelming, and I had to look down. I wanted to kiss him.

Kiss him? Was I utterly insane?

As I looked back up at him, I was sure that I was merely overwhelmed by the fact that we were now friends. To have his wholesome affection was clouding my judgment, I felt certain. That was all.

“I would give you anything in the world, (Y/N), do you know that? Anything at all,” he said suddenly, moving one of his hands up to my cheek now. I leaned into it subconsciously, for it was truly the size of my face.

“Would you?” I asked, staring up at him in a doe-eyed manner. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I felt as though I was melting into the floor. He was the only thing keeping me here.

“Yes, I would.”

I smiled at him then, and he smiled back. It was a soft one, and he did not open his mouth, but it was a smile nonetheless. I found myself wrapping my arms around Lord- around Tywin, and resting my head on his chest. 

He pulled me in even further, clutching me to him like some precious thing. I felt his chin resting on the top of my head, and at that moment I was genuinely and completely at peace. Not a thing besides Tywin and I mattered, it seemed. Not when I could hear the sound of his soft breathing and the pounding of his heart.

A sudden flash of lightning came from the window, and we both turned our heads to look at it. The thunder came then, but somehow the sound of the Great Lion’s heartbeat was louder.

“We should sleep, it’s quite late,” Tywin noted after a moment, stepping back from me but letting his hand cup the back of my head. I nodded, yawning as the concept of time came back to me. It had been quite a day, and the thought of sleep did not sound unpleasant at all.

“Wait… wait, just a moment,” I mumbled, remembering something and rushing across the room to where they’d hung my dress to dry. I dug around in it, finding one of the hidden pockets and smiling as I reached inside. I felt the cold metal beneath my fingertips and grabbed his ring, pulling it out. 

When I turned around and presented it to him, I saw the guilt in his eyes. He clearly regretted removing it, though I understood that we had both been rather… well, aggravated. 

“I’m sorry for taking it off. I shouldn’t have,” Tywin apologized as I came back over and reached for his hand. I shook my head.

“You mustn't apologize. It doesn’t matter now. This is all that matters,” I replied, reassuring him as I slid the ring onto his finger. He flexed his hand and made a noise of contentment, almost as if he enjoyed feeling the weight there again. I smiled at the sight, also glad that he was wearing it. 

I gave his hand a quick squeeze before going over to the bed, and I was still smiling as I got in. Tywin did the same, though on the opposite side. It was thankfully quite spacious, so at least there was that even if we did have to share.

The mattress rocked a bit as we both settled in, and I watched him lean over to blow out the candle on his nightstand. I blew out mine as well, and the only light left in the room was coming from the fireplace. It was warm and comfortable—easy to fall asleep with.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

I turned my head, admiring Tywin and giving him a gentle smile, for he appeared quite peaceful.

“Goodnight, Tywin.”

He looked at me for a moment and then turned his head, shifting to get comfortable. I turned onto my side and attempted to do the same, but had little success with it. Even despite my exhaustion, I found myself lying awake for quite some time, much to my frustration.

I was quite surprised, however, when I felt the bed shift behind me and then felt Tywin’s chest pressed against my back. When I looked over my shoulder, I realized he was sound asleep and had merely turned over naturally. I softened, especially because his arm had accidentally come over me too. In a sense, he was almost cuddling me, and I did not really mind it. 

For just a moment, though, the feeling had made me panic. Memories of what had happened to me years ago came flooding back, and my stomach had dropped. But when I’d turned over and remembered that it was merely Tywin, I had relaxed. Somehow, a touch that would’ve made me break down with anyone else was pleasant coming from him. 

I watched him sleep now, noting that his eyes were squeezing as he did. I wondered if he was dreaming. 

“Joanna…”

It was only a mumble, but I had heard him say it quite clearly. My heart instantly shattered, for I understood that in his sleep he did not know. All he knew was the feeling of weight beside him in bed—the feeling of a woman’s warmth.

I was filled with sympathy, for I wished that I could give this man the support and love he so missed. I wished that I could give him the love and care of a wife, for all I could do was give him that of a friend’s. 

I decided to let him have this familiar feeling for a bit longer, and I carefully placed my hand on top of his, moving it closer to me and wrapping my arms around it. Even after the day we’d had, I could not deny Tywin Lannister this comfort, for he was my friend. What else was I to do than grant him this?

I was certain that when he woke he would wonder how we had ended up in such a position, but I did not care. For now, in his sleep, he was far in the past, and I prayed that he was happy. Even if I was not Joanna Lannister, I wished to soothe the Great Lion in any way that I could. And, as I drifted off, there was one fact that I certainly could not deny: to be held this way by Tywin Lannister was just as comforting for me as it was for him.

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[multi-kpop-fanfics]

half past five high - interlude: sexcapades

pairing: supermodel!Mingyu x foreigner!girls

genre: smut. minors dni.

warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe), manhandling, mingyu has a god complex, blowjob, deepthroating, creampie, threesome, degradation, alcohol consumption, body worship, hair pulling, daddy kink, objectification, squirting

word count: 1.6k

summary: bad decisions lead to more bad decisions and actions.

series taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @boowanie @billboard-singer @gaebestie  @aurumness​ @dkakapizzaboy

unable to tag: @chwebychew @jaeyux

© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. no reposting or translating without permission.

“Here we are, ladies - make yourselves comfortable” Mingyu opens the door to his apartment, letting the girls go in the space, gasping in awe and giggling when they plop on the velvet couch, touching the soft material.

“Wow, your apartment is so cool!”

“What did you expect, Mia? He’s a supermodel, he’s obviously loaded with money” the blonde girl giggles, looking at Mingyu with naughty eyes.

“I see you’re aware of who I am - and trust me, money isn’t the only thing I’m loaded with” he slides his coat and red blazer, staying only in his vest and dress pants. 

He makes his way to the kitchen, opening the glamorous cellar where he keeps all of his alcohol, pulling out three glasses and a bottle of Bourbon, setting them down on the table in front of the couch, filling them halfway with the golden liquid.

“Cheers, ladies” he raises his glasses and they share the enthusiasm, clinking their glasses together, taking a few sips of the alcohol.

“Sheesh, that’s so tasty” the brunette slurs with a laugh and she grabs the bottle from the neck, trying to read the label, “Too bad I can’t read what it says haha!”

“Oh God, you’re so wasted, Mia”

“You’re no better, Kay!” 

“Ladies, please don’t fight” Mingyu sits between them, bringing them close to his body, “We can do so many fun things instead, right?” he slowly manspreads, a wicked smirk spreading on his lips when he sees Mia’s eyes fixated on his lap.

“Something caught your eye, love?”

“Yeah, your cock” she giggles drunkenly, climbing on his lap and taking off her dress, her mesh lingerie barely covering her breasts and pussy, snatching the bottle from her friend’s hands, trying to dance on Mingyu’s lap.

“Slay, girl!” Kay hollers, taking out her phone to record the scene, laughing sneakily when she notices his hands holding her friend’s waist.

Mingyu leans back, his hands caressing her skin, groaning when she grazes his bulge, his judgment getting clouded with each passing second. 

“Babe I need you to get off my lap, right now” he taps her ass, snatching the Bourbon bottle out of her hands.

“But whyyyyy” she whines in protest.

“Because I don’t want to bust a nut in these pants, love” 

"And where do you wanna bust it, big boy?" Kay starts unbuttoning his vest, her lithe hands sliding it off his shoulders and caresses his chest, her dress long discarded.

"Depends on whether you're clean, baby"

"We're both clean and on the pill, Mingyu!" the brunette slurs, putting down the Bourbon bottle and sliding down on her knees in front of Mingyu's spread thighs, fumbling with his pants.

"Well then, that changes a lot" he grabs the blonde's face, kissing her greedily and sliding his tongue down her throat, almost making her gag.

The brunette drags the red pants down to Mingyu's ankles, pressing open mouthed kisses over his clothed cock, fingertips slyly tugging the waistband of his Celine boxers.

"Fuck, just take his cock out already!" Kay breaks the kiss and gets next to her friend, ripping off his boxers and gasping when they see his sheer size, their hands already playing with his shaft and balls.

"Greedy little things" Mingyu laughs condescendingly, laying back with his arms resting on the back cushions, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches the girls enjoy themselves, moaning and whimpering between his legs.

Their plush lips are glued on his cock, tongues coating the entire shaft with their spit, the blonde’s mouth sucking the tip slowly, while the brunette plays with his balls, licking and sucking them greedily, none of them breaking eye contact with Mingyu.

“Come on, you can do better than that, dolls” he clicks his tongue in annoyance and that seems to spur the girls on, as they speed up their movements, the noises coming out of their mouth louder, sloppier and needier, their lips now touching as they slide them up and down his cock, their wet muscles making a mess all over the thick shaft.

He watches over them, playing with his cock, holding it with their tiny hands and slapping it on their tongues and cheeks, like they’re serving their sanity and self respect on a silver platter for him.

They are worshipping him like a God - and Mingyu is thriving in it.

“Mmm fuck, your cock is sooo fucking big” Mia moans and pushes her mouth down his cock, deepthroating him and bobbing her head rhythmically, until Kay pulls her friend’s head by her hair, her turn to deepthroat Mingyu.

“Enough fighting, ladies” he pulls Kay off his cock, “I want you both on the couch, ass up in the air and hands on the back cushions” he gets up, kicking away the pooled pants and boxers away, drinking the rest of his Bourbon and drunkenly throwing the glass away, crashing down on the floor into tiny pieces.

“Oops”

“Daddy is angry” Mia giggles, climbing on the couch. 

“Daddy will get angry if you don’t do as I say in the next three seconds” Mingyu stares down at them and they both scramble to bend their asses up in the air, panties digging in their flesh.

“Fuckin’ whores” he scoffs, ripping their thongs away, the thin fabric snapping against their skins, making them whine and yelp.

“Please fuck me like a whore, Daddy” Kay shakes her ass in an attempt to entice Mingyu, but she only gets two harsh slaps on her ass, his hand roughly gripping her hair.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to talk” he presses his lips on the shell of her ear, “Now stay down like a good little bitch and watch me fuck your friend to oblivion” he orders her and the girl stays there, jealousy invading her head.

Mingyu positions himself behind Mia, running his hands over her ass, lining his cock with her pussy before sliding in with one swift thrust, a loud moan echoing in the luxurious apartment.

He sets a brutal pace, one hand gripping her waist and the other buried in her hair, pulling it back and using it as leverage to fuck her cunt without mercy.

"Fuck, you're so- big!" the brunette gasps, her manicured nails digging into the velvet cushions of the couch, eyes rolling in the back of her skull from the repeated ramming of her sweet spot.

"I know, baby, I know - Fuck, such a tight lil' cunt you have, huh?" he groans, side-eyeing the blonde girl, who is watching with lust-blown eyes, her hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy in an attempt to feel some kind of stimulation.

"Look at your friend-" Mingyu turns Mia's head towards Kay, forcing her to look at the blonde girl, "She's so desperate for my cock that she's trying to rub herself while she watches us party together" he chuckles like the devil, his gaze piercing the other girl.

"Do you think she deserves to get fucked once I'm done with you? Do you think she deserves my cock?"

"Yes, Daddy, please!" Mia whines, "Please fuck us full, we're such good girls for you" she draws out the last sentence, her body growing more sensitive.

"Hmm, since you insist" he hums, speeding up his thrusts and snaking his hand in front of her legs to rub the rough pads on his fingers on her clit to push closer to the edge.

"Shitshitshit I'm cumming Gyu, I'm cumming!" she screams and falls limp on the couch as she topples off the edge, Mingyu cumming right after with a sharp jut of his hips, his thick seed painting the walls of her cunt white.

He pulls out of her without hesitation, leaving her empty all of a sudden, hastily switching to Kay and slamming his cock in her cunt, knocking her breathless on the lavish couch.

"Fuuuuck….." the blonde girl cries out, thighs already starting to shake.

"Baby you nearly came from this? I haven't even started fucking you" Mingyu mocks her and begins ramming his dick in her pussy, harder than he did to the brunette, his large hands grabbing her small waist with an iron grip.

Her cut-off moans and short breaths, paired with her soaked cunt are enough to send him into a spiral, thrusting into her tight heat as if he’s a rabid dog gone into heat. 

“Such a tight little wet hole, fuck, perfect to blow my load in it” Mingyu moans, pulling her ass back and slamming it on his pelvis with full force, sweat starting to form on his chiseled body. 

Kay’s noises almost remind him of the noises you make when he fucks you to oblivion and you scream his name, letting him use your body for his own pleasure. Almost.

Mingyu gets mad at himself for letting his mind slip to you again, after doing his best to not think about you after the fiasco at the exhibition. He ends up digging his nails into the girl’s skin, leaving small crescent moons in their way.

“G-Gyu, you’re too rough, s-slow down” the girl begs, her voice barely audible.

“Just a little more” he groans, before slamming his cock in her cunt with one last strong thrust, flooding her with his cum, forcing her orgasm to crash upon her, squirting without warning all over the velvet couch.

“Shit, you made a mess” he scoffs while pulling out of her pussy, his load dripping on the cushions and the floor.

“Me? Or…fuck, you?” Kay sighs, collapsing next to her friend, completely spent and weak.

Mingyu gets up, standing on his full height, towering over the now completely wrecked girls, his cum seeping out of them slowly in pearly globs.

Just for tonight, he truly feels like a God.

[aidanchaser]

ive had kind of a bummer week so i started a new project to get some creative hits before going back to work on longterm projects. here's a snippet of the 1920s AU i've been playing with~

It wasn’t snowing, though it certainly felt cold enough to. Marinette pulled her collar closed against her throat and cheeks, keeping herself as snug as she could. She had some privacy in the dark alley that guarded the back entrance of the Lucky Lady, but the click of her lighter must have attracted attention from the street. She saw the white suit jacket and vest that was becoming painfully familiar approach. Her mask was still in place, but she did not need him getting too close. She could not risk Adrien Agreste getting a decent look at Ladybug. She stepped back into the shadow of the alley, and he took the hint, coming to a stop when he was at arm’s length from her “Pardon me, mademoiselle,” he said, voice soft enough to wring out Marinette’s heart, “but do you happen to have a light? I seem to have left mine in my coat pocket.” He sounded like the boy who had abandoned her, not the man who had returned. His voice was gentle, uncertain. There was none of the swagger she’d seen in the young man in her shop that morning, nor the cold grin he’d sported when he’d entered the Lady Luck. She took a drag on her cigarette to steel her nerves, then handed him her lighter. She risked a glance at his face as he lit his own cigarette, careful to keep her own face in the darkness. “What happened to your coat?” she asked. “I gave it to a gentleman who looked like he needed it more than I did.” The tip of his cigarette glowed orange, and he returned her lighter to her. His eyes looked warm in this dim light. She tucked her lighter back into her coat. “And what happened to your date?” “I called her a cab. I was hoping to chat with you before returning home.” Marinette could not stop a sneer from crossing her face. She hoped the darkness hid that, too. “What business do you have with me?” “I heard a rumor that if a gentleman is down on his luck, you’re the lady to see.” “I’ve been known to reverse fortunes,” she murmured. “From toppling those on thrones to lifting up those in the gutter. You don’t strike me as a man in a gutter.” He turned his head to blow a lungful of smoke away from her. The street lamp glinted off of his hair, creating a golden halo. “One man’s heaven,” he shrugged, and let the rest of phrase disappear behind a rueful smile.  Everything about it prickled against Marinette’s skin like a bed of needles, but she did not want to waste an opportunity here. Max had told her that they would need more information, so she was going to get it. “What do you want me to do?” “Only to tell you that, if you’re interested in toppling thrones, my father has staked a lot of his reputation and finances into this one sale.” “Mayor Bourgeois is the one selling.” Adrien shrugged and extinguished his cigarette against the wall. “I just balance the books. That’s all I can tell you.” “How do I know you won’t use this for your own gain? You just want me to take down your father so you can take over in his place—is that it?” The self-deprecating smile vanished. He let out a deep breath, and the warm air of his lungs collected in front of him as surely as if he had taken another drag on his cigarette. “Do it right, and there won’t be anything left for me to take over.” He tipped his hat to her. “Thanks for the light.” And he turned back to the street. Marinette waited until he had rounded the corner and was well out of sight before snuffing out her own cigarette and hurrying back inside. She could already hear Max and Nino warning her it was a trap, but she felt recklessness curling inside her chest. She had to know what else was hidden in that art exchange, or it would burn her alive. She had to tear down Gabriel Agreste, and if Adrien came tumbling down with him, well, she wouldn’t complain about that.

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

Did you get a request for fluffy Baron? Cause if not... May I request something just really cute and fluffy? Like maybe reader and Baron all cosy on his couch (like we see him in the movie) and they are eating ice cream, and drinking soda and just giggling about silly things, and he keeps stealing kisses from you?

hi hi! I did not and i’m so happy you did 🥹 ugh i love baron so much bye.

Cooldown Kisses

“I done watched all of these before, there’s a guy with a funny hat and he takes the kids up the mountain. I don’t know what he does with ‘em up there but -“

He rambled on, ice cream coating the entire lower half of his face as he looked at the tv screen. As he spoke, the cartoon played a rickety old man in a cowboy hat taking a mining cart of wailing children up to the top of a canyon. I’d tuned out a while ago, more fascinated by the man cross-legged on the couch next to me. The curtains were drawn, but there was still a hazy orange glow around the room from the sunset outside, paired with a dim glow of the table lamp.

It had been a long day, I’d been doing voluntary work around town; crocheting with some of the old ladies on the street and keeping them company. On my way to the next residents home, I felt somebody poke my shoulder. Spinning round to see who it was, I saw Baron smiling widely on his bicycle as he held out a small package. “It’s for 5175, know you’re going there next.”

I took the package from him, his hand gripping my wrist and pulling me towards the handlebars. He’d leant over them to kiss me, almost falling off as he put one leg out to balance himself. “That’s better, I can work harder now.” He’d said with a grin as he pedalled away.

It was boiling hot, sweat forming on my brow as the crochet hook kept slipping from everyone’s clammy palms. But I’d made some kind of small crocheted coaster regardless, little lady Pat complimenting me on the needlework. I’d given her a sticky hug before telling her I’d see her tomorrow, desperate to get home to the goofy postal boy I’d only seen for a minute.

Here we were, a junky metal fan doing reverse psychology on the two of us as it blew hot air around the room, sitting on either end of the couch to try and get cool as the sun set. Ice cream was the only suggestion left as we gathered scoops and scoops into bowls, but mine had melted.

“You just wasted a good four dollars o’ strawberry swirl, hon.” Baron said suddenly, drawing me out of the trance I’d had on him. I looked down at the pink soup I’d unintentionally made in my bowl before looking up at him with a smile.

“Could say the same for you, darlin’, you’re wearing about two dollars of vanilla around your face.” His tongue darted out around his mouth, searching for any leftovers. But he was missing tragically. I shuffled over on my knees, sitting back on them next to him on the couch as he looked up at me with his silly big brown eyes.

“Want me to help you save money?” I giggled down at him, stroking his hair away behind his ears. He nodded, his mouth dropping open in that cute, dumbfounded way. Eda coughed a little, drawing both of our attention until she sighed and stopped. Turning back to each other, Baron’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me onto his lap before very quickly pecking my lips and taking me by surprise.

“You done got a pink nose now. Like ice-cream Rudolph.” He mumbled, looking over my face and then back up to my eyes. I giggled at his comment, my thumbs running over his sticky cheeks gently. I pulled his face closer to mine, but just as his eyes fluttered closed I stuck my tongue out, messily licking ice cream from across his chin and nose. He fought me off, chuckling and trying to hide his face from the attack.

“Problem solved, no more wasting that strawberry swirl.” I said proudly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Those twinkling eyes looked at me with awe, though I didn’t know what was so entrancing about the blob of strawberry ice cream sitting on the tip of my nose.

With gentle hands, he pulled my face down closer to his before kissing the strawberry ice cream off softly. “See. Don’t have to be so goddamn violent about it.” He grinned, pressing his lips to mine.

“I was not violent. I’m just trying to get cool and save dollars, Baron.” I chuckled against his mouth, as his arms wrapped around my waist. The humidity of the room suddenly didn’t exist, just the taste of strawberry and the feeling of him. Minutes of kisses passed by, before he pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

“Yeah so, now the funny old man pushes the cart back down the mountain but the kids ain’t in there no more. Somethin’ ‘bout the silence used to give me the jeebies.” He spoke out of nowhere. I looked over my shoulder to see exactly what he was describing on the TV, rolling my eyes as I pulled his attention back to the cooldown kisses again.

[weridpersonhelp]

Red Phone [8]

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“Peak a boo! Peak a boo! Who’s that hiding their? Peak a boo! Peak a boo! It’s sissy hiding there!” Jimmy laughs manically, it amazed me at how something so simple could entertain babies. But then again when could play with a pop it or infinity cube for hours, so I can’t judge. Jim claps his hands happily together once again.

“Y/n are you a Jim ready?” Mum asks me, I stand and grab jimmy’s car seat with two hands.

“Yep, want me to put him in?” I ask she just nods spraying her cheap perfume, today we were going into town and shopping. I don’t know why we where going shopping here when at home in the big city their where thousands of places to shop. Placing Jimmy in the car I take my seat next to him in the middle buckling both of our seat belts. Jimmy sucked on his pacifier while I scrolled through TikTok, I hear the car side door open and in pop grandma with a nice coat sitting in the front.

“isn’t dad coming?”

“Oh no honey he’s working on some stuff at the house, do you know what we are doing again?” Grandma asks.

“where going to the second hand shops most likely, I’m going to be spending my money on new tea pots and cups for my collection!”

“aah yes, you always had that umm, interesting fascination with my tea cups and pots. Do you want them?” My grandma question confused me a little, why would she give them away to me?

“I mean yes, but what about your collection?”

“Oh, it’s fine I’m cleaning out my house a little I have too much. You’ll be sharing with your cousins as well! But I’ll let you get first pick.” Grandma whispers the last part I chuckle at her words and like that mum enters the car.

“Alright who’s ready to shop! Till we drop!” Mum starts the car, and like that the shopping day started. I’ll spare you the details but we went to over 15 different shops! I didn’t even know they town had that many second-hand shops!

“Y/n! you take Jimmy while me a gran look around some more!” mum says handing me Jim, before disappearing with grandma with out another word. Jimmy was wailing, crying most likely because he was done with today already and wanted to back to grandma’s. And I couldn’t agree more, I felt over stimulated. My legs where saw I felt the music grown louder with each second, and not to mention Jim’s wailing. I was exhausted and ran out of the store as quickly as possible for some fresh air. I hadn’t noticed until now how a I was holding onto my breath, did I even breath in their? It didn’t matter now, the cold air hit me like a ton of bricks, and slightly calmed my down and it seems like something similar with Jimmy as his crying calmed down a little bit. I rock back a forth for him while we waited, that was until I noticed he was pointing at something. I looked in the window, and their it was. Another Welcome home Vhs tape! But what was one doing here of all places?

“woohuei” My brother says, or tries too. I was a little shocked at first how did he remember his name when he only watched it once? The cover was different, with wally outside painting he faces the viewer with his smirk, Barnaby and Julie laugh, frank trying to catch a butterfly that landed on Eddies hat. And of course home a bit further in the back ground that you can just see it.

“Sissy wooheui!!” I nod my head along, we only watch one episode of the show so far, there was still like 5 left? Would it be worth buying the second tape or would I be wasting money that didn’t need to be wasted? My brother points again this time with a bigger smile, dam it. How could I resist such a cute smile? I walk back into the store and grab the tape walking up to the counter quickly as I could.

“Hi, their, how much was this?” “only a dollar love.” The old lady says I pull the dollar from my pocket and hand it to her she smiles and places it in the draw.

“Would you like a bag with that?”

“no thank you, but could you wrap it in newspaper?” the lady does as I have asked with no question, which I was thankful for. What would I tell her anyway? Oh my grandma just acted weird when we first watched it so I don’t want to possibly harm her by letting her know I bought this!

“Thank you for your purchase have a nice day.” “You too ma’am” I say leaving the store and opening up the car, I place the now newspaper wrapped. I put the boy in and sigh giving him his pacifier, I was just so done with today. It was honestly fun, I like shopping and getting good deals as long as it’ not 15 shops next time.

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Bonus

“You talked about him, do you ever know what happened to the body?” Liane asks Maggie as they approach the car.

“yes, down by the creek. He seems he wanted to go swimming but drowned. Or that’s what the police said,” Maggie explains the two women get in the car. Liane turns to face her kids but they where both past out, dead asleep.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with them honestly!”

“Let them rest. you’re a little too hard on Y/n, she’s still a child!”

“I know, Isaac reminds me. It’s just- ugh how do I explain?” she says pinching the bridge of her noise and sighs.

“She just so different from us? I know it’s not easy for neurodivergent people to make friends, but she only has Safa! And I’ve talked to her parents and she going to collage for a business degree while my baby. she, I’m just scared for her. And last night made me more scared! She could have been hurt! And she answers the phone instead! She so much like John! And I don't want her to resent or hate me just like him!"

“That child of yours is strong. Considering what she has been through, and what you have been through! I’m just happy your both here."

...

who is john?

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[hi again so I have something to share. I got an idea but not 100% sure on it again so I'm asking you guys!

the poll is here

I didn't put is here beacuse last time I could not change anything and it was very annoying so here have a good one and yeah

[atlasscrumpit]

Loki x reader

Wither

You were asleep in your bed like usual, your body was weak.

"Lady, Y/N." You heard a voice say as you opened your eyes to see Thor.

"Thor, it's good to see you." You said making him smile softly.

"I wanted to tell you that Loki is back." He said as you smiled, but you knew there was remorse in his voice.

"I need to see him." You said beginning to get up, but Thor quickly stopped you.

"Y/N, you need to stay in bed." He said as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Thor, please. I haven't seen him since I thought he died, I know he committed crimes, but I still love him. He has to know my time is limited." You said as Thor looked at you sadly.

"Okay, lady Y/N. I'll help you down." He said, quickly grabbing a coat and helping you stand up.

He wrapped the coat around your shoulders before you left the stale room.

"Perhaps while the doctor isn't looking you could also take me to the gardens." You said making Thor chuckle softly.

"As long as you keep it a secret."

You eventually made it down to the prisons where they were holding Loki.

"Loki." Thor called out.

"You're wasting your time, brother." Loki growled before turning around and seeing you.

"Y/N, it's best if you just let go of what he had." He said as you looked at him sadly.

"May we have a moment?" You asked looking to Thor as he nodded.

"I'll stay close, just call me if you need anything." He said before leaving.

"I see in my absence you took a liking to Thor." He grumbled jealously as you sighed.

"My love, that's far from the truth and you know it. A lot has changed since you left. I've missed you so much." You whispered, slowly shuffling towards the cell.

"I've changed too, for the worse this time." He grumbled as you looked up at him sadly.

"You could change into anything and I would still love you just the same." You said as he looked down at you.

"Then you're a fool, destined to have your heart broken." He growled as you smiled sadly.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you? I wish I could've been there. Loki, I don't have much time left in Asgard." You replied making him look at you in confusion.

"Where are you going?" He asked as your smile slowly faded.

"Valhalla, hopefully." You said before his tough exterior melted away and you saw the man you fell in love with.

"Y/N." He whispered with sadness in his eyes.

"It's okay, love. I've been sick for quite some time and I've come to terms with it. I'm ready to go, I just thank every power there is that I got to see you before I left." You said as you saw tears stream down his face.

"Thor! You oaf! Let me out! Just for a moment!" Loki shouted as he cried.

Thor came back and looked at you both sadly.

"Keep this between us." He said before the force field around Loki disappeared.

Thor helped you step up into the cell and you wrapped your arms around Loki, fearing that if you let go you'd never hold him again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I wish I'd never left, I wish I would've been right by your side." He whispered through his tears as you held him close, trying to hold in your own tears.

"It's okay, my love. I don't blame you for even a moment, I love you more than words could ever describe. I can't imagine what they did to you." You whispered as Loki held onto you for dear life.

"I can't go on without you, Y/N." He whispered as you smiled softly and pulled away.

You reached up and wiped away his tears.

"You can, love. I know how strong you are." You said as Loki forced a smile for you.

"How long?" He whispered, closing his eyes.

"The healers say I won't make it last the winter." You said as he nodded.

"There's still some time. Thor, please you have to let me spend these last moments with her. I will serve any punishment I need, but for now, I need to care for her like she deserves." Loki begged his brother, you looked at Thor and you could see the sympathy in his eyes.

"I'll see what I can do. For now, I believe Y/N wanted to go for a walk through the gardens." Thor said making you smile, Thor gestured for you to both leave.

Loki held you close and supported you as you walked.

"Tell me what happened, my love." You whispered to Loki as you made it up to the halls of the castle.

"There's time for that later, darling. Right now I just want to be with you, without anything else on my mind." He whispered, kissing your hands softly.

"Now I believe the Lady requested to see the gardens." He said making you chuckle softly.

"Lead the way, my love."

(just a Lil wholesome one)

[scapegrace74-blog]

Don’t Let Me Fall, Chapter 9

A/N  Here is the next chapter of my crazy circus story.  Sorry for leaving readers hanging off that cliff for longer than intended.  Hopefully this installment makes up for it.  The end of this fic is now in sight, and I can confirm it will have eleven chapters.  Thank you so much for all the wonderful comments and support!

All previous chapters can be found here.

He’d been injured enough times in his rambunctious youth to recognize the smell of a hospital before he even opened his eyes.  Sticky eyelashes clinging together, his first sight was of a light blue bed curtain and the uniform squares of ceiling tiles. His memory was a bit slower to focus as he tried to recall what country he was in and what he’d done to deserve urgent medical care this time.

“The king of the jungle awakes.”

The voice held an American drawl and came from a middle-aged black man wearing a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck.

“Where am I?” Jamie rasped, his throat dry and tight.  He had no recollection of being in the United States.

The doctor’s vaguely amused expression turned concerned.

“You don’t remember what city you’re in, son?”

Jamie thought hard.  He’d gone home to Scotland to attend his niece’s baptism.  Jenny had harangued him about giving up his ‘jet setting lifestyle’ and settling down with a worthy lass.  He’d missed Claire something fierce but returned to Australia conflicted whether it was a good idea to pursue a relationship with her while they were still performing together.  The internal debate, together with a wicked case of jetlag, had kept him up at all hours. After another near-sleepless night, he’d come to the realization that life was too short to waste time worrying about unforeseeable consequences.  He’d resolved to make his intentions towards his Tourist clear at the first opportunity.  And then he’d fallen from the straps.

“Melbourne?” he replied to the doctor with some uncertainty, his brain still foggy with what he now recognized as pain medication.

“That’s right.  I’m Doctor Abernathy, your orthopedic surgeon.  Besides being a bit groggy, which is understandable, how are you feeling?”

Jamie did a mental inventory of his body.  Even partially numb, his left shoulder felt a bit tender.

“My shoulder aches a wee bit,” he confessed.

“Yes, we had to reset the joint, but once the swelling goes down, it should be good as new.”

Relieved, Jamie closed his eyes.  He didn’t cherish the notion of missing any shows, but that was what they had understudies for.

“How long a’fore I’m able to perform again?”

The silence stretched on long enough for him to re-open his eyes. The doctor’s lips were tightened in a grim line.  Now that his mind was beginning to clear, the fact that he was being monitored by a surgeon didn’t bode particularly well either.

“James, I’m not going to lie to you, the damage that I’m seeing on the x-rays and MRI of your wrist…  I’ll do my best to repair the bone so that you regain full use of your hand, but given the nature of your work…”

Jamie glanced down at his right wrist, only now realizing that it was immobilized with a neoprene splint.  It had been bothering him something fierce for the past few weeks.  Roland had diagnosed it as a mild strain and applied a numbing cream before each show.  Jamie hadn’t mentioned it to Claire because he didn’t want to worry her and because most of the time he spent in her company he was fighting the urge to kiss her until the seas ran dry.  Now he was being told that he’d never soar through the air with her in his arms again due to a hereto unheard-of ailment that had apparently pulverized the bone in his wrist to dust.

“Listen, I know it’s a lot to take in,” Doctor Abernathy continued after going over the medical details of his condition and treatment plan.   “I’m going to schedule your surgery for the day after next.  In the meantime, there’s a young lady in a skimpy outfit haunting my hallways and making a general nuisance of herself.  Can you take pity on the nursing staff and let me show her in?”

Despite the circumstances Jamie smiled.

“Aye.  I’d like that verra much.”

***

I didn’t like hospitals.  All my life, they had been the scenes of painful events: the grainy memory of my parents’ deaths, my Uncle Lamb wasting away from cancer, and more recently a career-ending injury.

As soon as I was able, I had rushed from the big top and grabbed an Uber to the Royal Melbourne Hospital.  The Cirque medic assured me that Jamie’s life was not in danger, but I couldn’t erase the nauseating wallop of his body hitting the stage from my mind. I needed to be submerged in the oceans of his gaze, watch a grin transform his mobile mouth like a rogue sunbeam.  When he held my hand in his own, I would know everything was alright.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I was told Jamie was undergoing x-rays and afterward would be admitted for observation. He’d been sedated while his shoulder was reset, but the admitting nurse assured me I could visit with him once he woke.  That was four hours ago.  Unlike the kindly woman in admissions, the ward staff were disinclined to provide me with any information about a patient to whom I was not related, only repeating that he was ‘resting comfortably’.

The sound of a chair scraping the floor startled me from my stupor. John Grey, dressed in his street clothes and carrying a steaming extra-large coffee, sat down beside me.

“How is he doing?” he asked as he handed me the drink.

I didn’t know how I felt about John anymore, but the fact remained that of all our colleagues, he was the only one to join me in my midnight vigil. Jamie had explained that they’d been friends since circus school, and I trusted Jamie’s judgement above all things, no matter how damning the evidence.

“I haven’t been able to see him yet, but the medical staff assure me he’s not in danger.”

John nodded, leaning back and stretching his legs with a groan.

“Tomorrow’s performance has been canceled,” he informed me. “Probably the following night’s as well. I know it’s the last thing on your mind, but we’ll need to find time to rehearse the routine.”

I stared at him, trying to make sense of what he was saying. It hadn’t even occurred to me that I’d be expected to keep performing without Jamie as my partner.

“I’m Jamie’s understudy, remember?” John clarified when I didn’t respond.

“I suppose congratulations are in order, then.”  I hadn’t meant to sound churlish, but I found it untenable that anyone should benefit from Jamie’s fall.

“Claire,” John entreated, laying a hand on the chilled skin of my arm.  “Jamie being injured is the last thing I want.  If I could trade places with him, I would in a heartbeat.  There is no ulterior motive here beyond making Tropico a success. You know that’s what Jamie would want as well.”

“I saw you,” I accused, too tired and wrung out to beat around the bush.  “Going into Marylebone’s hotel room in Singapore.”  

I mentally dared John to deny it.  Instead, he shook his head ruefully but met my eyes, his own deep brown and earnest.

“That wasn’t what it looked like.  I was… well, let’s just say I was making amends.  You have to believe me, Claire.”

Before I could grill John on what exactly ‘making amends’ meant, Jamie’s doctor stepped into the corridor.  I was on my feet in an instant, the conversation with John forgotten.

“He’s awake, but still a bit groggy from the sedative we gave him,” he said without preamble.  “I’ll be back in the morning to check on him.  Until then, I don’t suppose either of you answers to the name of Tourist?”

I threw my arms around the man, who inexplicably sounded like he hailed from Texas.

“Woah there,” he laughed.  “Now I’m going to have to explain to my wife how I managed to get covered in glitter while working a double shift.”

“Thank you very much, doctor.”  John’s relief was utterly uncontrived.  Feeling uncharitable after my earlier accusation, I paused in my rush towards Jamie’s room.

“John?  I’m sure Jamie would appreciate seeing an old friend.  After I’ve had a chance to visit with him, that is.”

John sank back down into the uncomfortable chair he’d just vacated.

“Take your time.”

***

Jamie was reeling in the aftermath of Doctor Abernathy’s prognosis when Claire arrived in his hospital room like a sunbeam on a cloudy day. Even in pain, even knowing that his circus career was over, even anticipating their upcoming separation by both geography and circumstance, he couldn’t fail to warm in the bright rays of her smile.

“Hello there,” she murmured, sounding shy and a bit hoarse from fatigue.

“Claire,” he exhaled on a sigh, likewise a bit tongue-tied.

His left side was in a sling to protect his shoulder, so she reached for his right hand before freezing mid-motion, having just noticed the splint immobilizing his wrist.

“I didn’t realize you’d injured both arms when you fell,” she commented, hands hovering as though she wanted to make contact, testify to his wholeness via touch, but couldn’t bear to cause him any further pain.

Jamie grimaced, not eager to relay the significance of his injury when he’d only just begun to re-catalog his partner’s infinite wonders: her skin, luminous even beneath the pallid lights; her curls, a burn in spate cascading over her shoulders now that she’d loosened her bun; her expression, as forthright and eloquent as a masthead.  Once he told her, the ties between them would be severed before they had the chance to build a fresh bond, one that didn’t rely on their status as colleagues.  For the thousandth time, Jamie cursed his previous hesitation.

“Pull up a chair, Tourist.  I’ve some news tae share wi’ ye.”

Jamie related what Doctor Abernathy had just told him, trying to split the difference between optimism and realism.  Tears streaked unheeded down Claire’s cheeks, each one of them a tiny lance aimed straight at his heart.

“Dinna weep, Claire,” he begged as he finished his tale.  “It wasna as though I believed I’d be an aerialist forever, and John will serve ye well as a partner.”

Amber sparks flew from her eyes as she ground out, “You think I’m crying because of a goddamned circus act?  Christ, Jamie, you…” her hands scrabbled in the air, seemingly searching for words. “You held on to that bloody strap while your wrist fell apart.  In what I can only imagine was excruciating pain.  For me.  You did that for me.”

“Aye, I did.  And I’d do it over again in a heartbeat, if it meant saving ye from harm.”  As surely as a compass pointed north, this he knew as truth to the marrow of his bones.

“Because you love me,” Claire said.   It sounded like an accusation, and perhaps it was.  In his life, romantic love was a weakness, a chink in his armour to be exploited to another’s benefit.  Not Claire, though, whose heart was purer than fire, who cared ferociously and without artifice.

“Aye, I do,” he conceded.  “But Tourist, with everything changin’ between us…”

She lay a finger gently across his lips, finally finding a place where she could touch him safely.

“It’s like someone very wise told me recently, Jamie,” she interrupted, face drawing close enough that he could make out the golden sunbursts around the well of her pupils.  The cadence of his pulse accelerated, making his wrist throb in agony that he entirely ignored in favour of watching Claire’s mouth caress each syllable.

“You have to be willing to fall to fly,” followed by Trojan horse words that stole beneath his weary defences and unlocked the gates of his heartache from within.  “I love you too, Jamie.”

Not waiting for his response, she kissed him.  As tender as a prayer and audacious as hope, the moments after their mouths pressed together flipped Jamie’s life on its head.  Up was down.  Pain brought pleasure.  Distancing himself from her love was like trying to hide the daylight from the sun. In her thrall was exactly where he belonged.

Regretfully, the kiss was over before Jamie could organize his wrecked limbs to reach behind Claire and pull her closer.  He worried she would confuse his lack of response for lack of interest, but when her love-drunk eyes fluttered opened his fears vanished.

“Do we have the worst timing, or what?” she chuckled as she settled back in her chair, both hands now caressing his upper arm and chest.

“Quite possibly, aye.  I want nothin’ more than tae take ye in my arms and ne’er let go, and I canna even touch ye,” he lamented.

“We’ve got all the time in the word for that, once you’re well.”

Floating on a wave of endorphins and euphoria, Jamie still had enough sense to realize it wouldn’t be quite so simple.  Claire was a brilliant performer and Cirque des Etoiles would certainly want to keep her busy after Tropico’s tour was done.  Three months, possibly six, and then she’d be on the road again with a new show.  And that was saying nothing of his own upended employment and work visa situation.  

Still, lying in a hospital bed with her warm palms caressing his skin, he was more optimistic than he had any right to be.   As fate had demonstrated time and again since they first met, there was little they couldn’t overcome when they faced it together.

“I should let you get some rest,” she said regretfully after he suppressed his third yawn.

“Will ye come by tomorrow?”  He was desperate to spend as much time as he could in Claire’s company. Both because it soothed him, but also because he knew he’d be travelling back to Montreal soon after his surgery, and Tropico would be moving on to Perth in another week.  It would be weeks before they’d see each other again.

“Of course.  I have to organize some rehearsal time with John, but….  Oh, that reminds me!  John wants to see you.”

“What, now?” he asked, glancing out the window at the pitch-black sky. It must be close to two in the morning.

“Yes, he’s waiting in the hall.  I can tell him you’re sleeping…”

“Nah, s’alright, Tourist.  Send him in.”

Claire made a fuss looking for her jacket and purse, neither of which she’d thought to bring with her during the mad dash to the hospital. Perhaps he was flattering himself, but she seemed loathe to leave, despite her obvious exhaustion.

“Alright, I suppose I’ll be off.  Don’t visit with John for too long.  You need to rest.”

“Nagging already, is it?” he teased, delighting in her blush.

“Well, somebody’s got to watch over you, Fraser,” she huffed in faux exasperation.

The teasing mood left him in an instant, leaving him unaccountably moved.

“I couldna ask fer a better, nor more lovely, minder.  I’m honoured ye’ve chosen me, Claire.”

The goodbye kiss she graced him with then was passionate and warm, tongues darting past panting lips to explore virgin territory.  By the time she pulled away, his body was humming with longing that he could do nothing to assuage.

“Uh, Tourist?  A’fore ye leave, could ye…um… hand me yon wee blanket?”

Equally flushed, Claire raised an expressive brow but made to tuck the woolen throw around his shoulders, assuming he was cold.

“No’ there.  Across my lap, if ye please.  I dinna want John getting any false impressions of how excited I am tae see him, y’ken?”

Claire’s chortling laugh could be heard echoing down the hallway long after John entered the room.

[lansplaining]

[one snippet of a chengqing hallmark rom com for as many days of december as i feel like!] [previous part]

Jin Ling was with the Jins for the weekend, which meant that by the time Monday rolled around and he was back with Jiang Cheng, he was absolutely feral over the idea of Christmas decorations. Jiang Cheng wished he’d known to be grateful for Jin Ling’s lack of attentiveness the previous three winters of his life. 

“Over the weekend,” Jiang Cheng promised, which he knew was way too long to for Jin Ling to properly conceptualize, but there was no way it was happening during the week-- and definitely not this week. 

On Tuesday, he made sure to actually wear a suit jacket and tie, which meant that all the students he passed in the hallway the whole morning made fun of him, and he pretended to be angry about it. That had him in a decent mood by lunchtime, as long as he didn’t think too long about why he was wearing the outfit. 

Since it was a lunch meeting already, he’d decided to take the excuse to get off campus. Plus, he didn’t like the idea of leading this Wen lady on an impromptu tour, seeing her covetous inspection of all the corridors and classrooms. For some reason, when he imagined her, he imagined really long fake nails. So when the bell rang for the period before the students took lunch, he closed up his office and headed to a moderately nice restaurant just a little way down the waterfront where he and Wen Qing had arranged to meet. 

There were a few people milling around outside the restaurant as he drew near, but they cleared out as he fully approached, leaving only a short woman in a bright red peacoat, frowning down at her phone. No fake nails in sight. Jiang Cheng straightened his shoulders, took a breath, and approached with as much confidence as he could muster. She wanted something from him, he reminded himself. He was in the position of power here. 

Then she looked up. 

A round face, huge eyes, and bright red lipstick that perfectly complemented the coat. But before he could form the false impression that such a round, soft face had a sweet, soft personality to go with it, he saw her eyes flash with appraisal as he approached, a bright and calculating spark. She pocketed her phone and moved forward to meet him. She moved so decisively, she seemed to take up more space than her small stature demanded.

Jiang Cheng did not feel like he was in control here anymore. 

“You must be Jiang Cheng,” she said, already extending a hand. He took it, and wasn’t surprised at all by the firmness of her handshake. “I’m Wen Qing. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Shall we go inside?” 

In his opinion, it was a pretty nice day, but he could see now that she was closer that her shoulders were hunched slightly against the cold, her cheeks slightly red. There was a breeze off the water, he supposed-- and, as he recalled, Nevernight was based down in California. 

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” he said, moving them both towards the door. They were greeted and seated, all the expected small talk seen to. Wen Qing was polite, but didn’t smile readily-- not like Jiang Cheng’s other most frequent companion for dining out, Jin Guangyao, who never let the smile fall from his face when interacting with service workers of any kind and usually ended up with something free by the end of the meal.

“I’m very grateful you could make the time, especially so last-minute,” she said once they were settled. 

“That’s alright,” Jiang Cheng said. “I should let you know up front that you aren’t the only ones interested in the property. And also that I’m not necessarily interested in selling at all.”

“Noted,” Wen Qing said. “But I’m going to assume you wouldn’t be wasting my time if you had no interest. Or if you were only using me to play off against this other offer.” 

“I’m not wasting your time,” Jiang Cheng said. “I wouldn’t do that. I saw that you own medical facilities? If the site is going to change, I like the idea of it being something helpful.”

“Mm,” Wen Qing said, looking down at the menu. It seemed to Jiang Cheng that maybe she was trying to hide her reaction to that. It was sort of cute. He quickly pushed that thought away. “Well, that’s right. My uncle, Wen Ruohan, owns Nevernight, and he’s interested in building a waterfront rehab facility. He would be open to some kind of arrangement whereby we share the space, or perhaps lease part of it back to you-- at a reduced rate, naturally.” 

It was an interesting idea. They could get some money, shed some of the parts of the building they’d never managed to properly fix up, but... he wouldn’t be losing Lotus Pier. It would still be there, still be a version of what it always was. 

“A property share is interesting,” he admitted. Maybe it was bad practice to concede interest so early, but with Jin Guangyao’s proposal floating in the back of his mind, he wanted to learn as much as he could. “Do you have a sense of what that might look like?”

“It would help if I could see the space,” she said. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous, of course, but if you wouldn’t mind...”

“No, that can happen,” Jiang Cheng said. “Not today, but... how long are you in town? Tomorrow, or later in the week?”

“That’s fine,” she said. “My schedule’s a bit flexible.”

“Is this the main part of your job? Scouting properties?” he asked. This time, even though Wen Qing tried to hide it by looking down at the menu, he could see her wry smile.

“Some of it,” she said. “My uncle doesn’t like to travel anymore. So I go on site visits, partner meetings... don’t worry, though. I am authorized to make some decisions.” 

“Anything I do has a board to clear,” he said. But they’d been pushing him to find a way to stabilize finances for years. He suspected either proposal, the Wens’ or the Jins’, would be accepted readily. 

[laslow]

[ Cue the Music ] - Dancing’s what tonight’s all about, is it not? Grab a friend or a stranger and get to twirling (or whatever it is the kids call it nowadays).

( clearly it was morgan's first time doing something like this, he wasn't even dressed the part. wearing the same worn coat that he always did, he walked aimlessly about the room looking for a friend. meeting new people was the goal, but... a familiar face first might be him good. with the kind of timing that only inigo could have, his visage peers through the sea of people immediately. not a moment is wasted in closing the distance between the two, a favor in mind.

"inigo! i figured i might see you here tonight, but i wasn't completely sure." of course, morgan had known he would be here. but... that sounded kinda weird. he smiled warmly instead, feigning ignorance, "listen, i need to make a request of you."

"i'm sure you'd rather have a lady on your arm and all, but... maybe you'd be interested in teaching me the steps to a dance i can use? i'm not all that versed in stuff like this." )

"Morgan!" Laslow returns brightly. The surprise and relief of seeing so many familiar faces hasn't yet worn off; he hopes it never does.

(If he closes his eyes, he can pretend they're all celebrating in their Ylissetol. No wars, no bigger responsibilities than showing up on time for lessons.)

An unexpected lump forms in his throat, and he swallows past it, realizing he's missed some of what Morgan has said. "But of course I can teach you a thing or two! The ladies have been, ah, rather unresponsive to my charms so far." Shrugging, he keeps his smile fixed firmly in place. They've come around eventually! Hopefully.

"Come on! A basic waltz is just the thing," Laslow says, glancing out to the ballroom. They dances are mid-dance, and it's not a waltz, either. Not to mention crowded. "Want to go practice in the garden? It's quieter out there."

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tagged by @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney , @buffyathena & @themetaluna ty 💜💜💜

share the premise (as much or as little as you'd like) of the wip that's been haunting you the most recently

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ctrl + f for any of these words: hand, gold, bed, brown, money, tea, smile, water. if any of those are in your wip, share those sentences too!

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Honestly, I'm haunted by MANYYYY wips. But currently my sashnetra reunion au, this is sort of a childhood acquaintances/friends to lovers??

Sasha and Anetra grew up in Hawaii [decided on Hawaii with my worstie, @dawningofdrag , since Sasha is from there and Neech has ties there too on his dads side] and it's not that they were super close or best friends growing up, but they did attend the same schools together. By high school when Sasha was figuring herself out and expressing herself more, Anetra was one of the people who'd step in whenever he'd see that the other students were being douchebags to her (and he's one of the first people to see her as the girl she's always been tbh)

They had this sort of.. kinda-unspoken friendship of sorts? Anetra's always been the quiet guy, focused on his studies and taekwondo (& soccer) and Sasha had her own group of friends. After graduating high school they end up spending that summer before college together and sharing their first kiss 😌 but they share it on the last night Sasha is there before she's off to Florida 🥴 Anyways, they lose contact throughout time but reunite at their high school 10 yr reunion. Sasha kept going back and forth on whether or not she wanted to attend but ultimately decides to go in hopes of seeing him there and that's where the fic is supposed to start!!

2. this is from bakernali au, another wip that haunts me constantly and I could go on about that one because im just so passionate about it

Rosé, being the little shit she was, wiggles dust-coated tattooed fingers in her sister's direction before pointing directly at her with a fixed glare, “Behave, Janine.” 

3. these are all gonna come from bakernali au because it's the one with the most writing done lmfao

“She’s got the softest hands I’ve ever had the privilege of touching and always smells good, sweet, just like her personality.”

“What’s your name, goldilocks?”

“You would’ve done all of that rather than calling me on my phone?” Brown eyes playfully narrow in Rosé’s direction with a tilt of her head to the side.

Sure, she could’ve figured it out with some online tutorials but then that’d result in a bunch of trial and error leading to wasting the time she didn’t have and a whole lot of money too.

“She is. Great smile, pretty doe eyes, cares about people. A lot. I’ve had my eye on her for a while.” The more Rosé goes on about mystery girl, the closer she gets to the counter and Denali swears her heart just might fall to the pit of her stomach.

nothing for bed, tea and water !!