#ughh I’m so normal about them

[hello-galad]

Cid has a battered old radio in his workshop. It catches a frequency that plays old songs, sometimes nostalgic for couples dancing to the rhythm of soft blues, other times all it plays is rock music and Cid hums the lyrics absentmindedly.

Sometimes Cid can hear soft humming coming from somewhere above him, as silent as the turning of pages. Vincent likes to read, perched most of the time on one of the crates or the wing of one of the planes. Sometimes a rafter, others a chair next to Cid’s as the engineer goes over blueprints and equations.

That day the radio station plays a soft but rhythmic melody that Cid will be the first to admit he doesn’t know how to dance to, but he doesn’t really care as he reaches out to Vincent with an extended hand in invitation. Vincent, who had been watching him swing around the workshop, a feeling of peace and happiness in that smile that carefully keeps the cigarette Cid is smoking in place, accepts Cid’s extended hand. Without warning he is lifted from the chair, twirled around and back in the blonde’s arms.

The song ends and is followed by a softer one that Vincent recognizes from back when he was still a Turk for ShinRa.

They sway together to the voice of the singer who reminds her love that she’s forever theirs.

[shima-draws]

I do have to say tho Pudding ranting about how sweet and kind and handsome and loving and talented Sanji is and Luffy going “I KNOW RIGHT?? He’s the best!!” is SO Sanlu core. She literally said he’s perfect husband material and Luffy agreed in every way short of resting his head in his palms with a dreamy look on his face going “Yeah…he is 💖” Shut up. I can’t even look at them right now

[astonmartingf]

NOBODY KNOWS ; FA14

dbf!fernando alonso x ex-red bull engineer! reader . . . barcelona in the summer of 2019, what a time to be alive. and what better way to spend the break with a retired world champion as a tour guide

amgf woahhhh hehehehe so... yeah 👍 this was so fun to write ughh i love them so much and i know i saw that to all pairs in my works but i do love them all so yeah. there will be an accompanying part because somehow i furthered the plot even more and got too immersed in the story so... enjoy like always <3

not my fault ; part one

The summer of 2019- as much as you loved every bit of memory in Barcelona, you’d rather bury those thoughts down a hatch never to be seen from the day of light. But sitting in his garage, name and number sticking out from all corners, a familiar scent lingering reminding you of the late nights and early mornings spent over his house in the city.

Taking a deep breath, you regulate your emotions, keeping them at bay and clinging onto the last bit of professionalism you could muster. As far as you know, Fernando invited you here for one thing and one thing only, and just like the other teams he’s only interested in what you could offer for the longevity of the team.

Considering the latest buzz of his contract renewal, you could play a key part of the remaining time he has with Aston Martin. Along with the fact that Newey has left Red Bull, though it remains a hush to the majority of the paddock, moreso to the fans, and it was clear that people’s eyes were on your move.

Seeing you in the Aston Martin garage would raise more rumors, as it was normal seeing you alongside your stepfather in the McLaren garage. Closing your phone and leaving Sebastian on read, your eyes linger around the garage, fully immersing yourself in the experience. If you were to join the team for the next season, possibly the next races.

You watch the hustle and bustle of the team as they prepare for qualifying, a familiar experience, nothing too different from Red Bull, despite issues with the higher ups, the mechanics and engineers make do and focus on the race ahead for the team. Something you can no longer look back at fondly due to other internal issues you had with the team. 

Watching the mechanics interact with one another, the smiles and serious air as they hover around the car. You’re not one to deny that you missed working in the paddock, and as much as you enjoyed your break, you’re itching to work on the data of cars. Maybe that’s why your stepfather had put his feet forward in the matter and gave you a chance to see the team for yourself, despite it being on behalf of Alonso which still irked you to some sense, it’s nice to be inside a garage outside McLaren and see the inner workings of a team, look at different perspectives.

“I’m surprised you agreed to Mark’s invitation.” You freeze from the familiar voice emerging from behind you, you haven’t moved from your spot but you can sense his presence, just inches away from you, the scent of his perfume wafting over your nose, taking you back instantly to your summer getaway with him.

Maybe Sebastian was right, maybe you’re still hung up on the minute memories you spent with Alonso, memories made too long ago. Yet in such a short time he managed to hook you into this feeling, the very moment you’ve been thinking about for so long. “I’m not one to decline an invitation, even if it was from you.” 

You turn around, facing him for the first time in what seems to be four years, not like you’re counting but the sight of him leaves you out of breath. You thought you’d be more mentally prepared to see him once again, or at least that’s what you convince yourself with.

His presence lighting a fire inside you, the familiar passion burning through him, you can feel it. You don’t look away from his gaze, keeping your eyes straight into his, trailing down to the movement of his mouth, but your ears fall deaf at whatever he could be spouting on and on. “Pardon?” Biting your lip, you blink your eyes lost and embarrassed at your lack of attentiveness. You watch Fernando’s lips thin before a smirk rises, taunting a reaction out of you, “I wanted this to be a professional meeting but I guess it can’t be helped that we’re one minute in the conversation and you're already distracted because of me. Is something bothering you sweetheart?"

You roll your eyes at the audacity of this man, he surely knows how to push your buttons. "I assure you there is nothing bothering me, there are simply other things more interesting in my mind. You on the other hand— asking Mark for a favor? What are you twelve?" You don't miss the irked expression on his face when you point out his excuse for inviting you in his garage.

Huffing, Fernando inches forward as you subconsciously lean back on the wall behind you, "Well you better pay full attention because things are about to be interesting." Flashing you a wink before slamming down his helmet, walking towards his car as qualifying comes to a start.

His words leave you out of breath, so much for acting unbothered, Sebastian has truly jinxed this day. You watch as his car flies past the pit lane onto the tracks of the Chinese Grand Prix. 

As time passes by not only the qualifying session comes to a close but your high emotions as you inch towards the edge of your seat, celebrating with the team as Fernando clinches into P3 for the starting formation for tomorrow's Grand Prix. You find yourself in conflicting emotions— the longing feeling of being a part of a team and working with Fernando Alonso himself.

Despite your unusual relationship with him, you'd hate to admit it but you're always rooting for him in his races. Aside from Oscar, the only driver you've shown support open or not is Fernando. To quote Lando from last year's season, "Who wouldn't want to see Fernando Alonso win?" And he's right.

Personal biases aside, you truly only want the best for him, and you know that won't happen if you're in the team with him. As much as you want to, you'd rather not ruin the familial environment of the team. Your situation with Fernando and personal biases and grudges will definitely come in the way, because as much as you'd front and act like it didn't matter to you, he was and still is one of the biggest losses in your life.

Call it the right person, at the wrong time but you're still hurting and being in the same space as him, you can envision yourself celebrating the highs and lows of the team and it's all too much for you. You don't want to be stuck as coworkers with the man you first—

Sighing, you shake the thoughts clouding your head and focus on the positives for this race. Watching Fernando walk towards the interviewer with a big smile on his face, the more conflicted you are with your emotions. You try to escape the hustle and bustle of the garage, hoping to avoid Fernando before he comes back. 

But luck seems to be avoiding you, as you quite literally bump into Fernando whilst trying to escape him. Grabbing your wrist before you could walk any further, he pulls you closer, hands hovering between his lips and whispered in your ears, "There's something we need to talk about after the race.”

Your eyes wander looking for an excuse, but you remember that this could be your only opportunity to decline the offer his team could be asking you for the remainder of the season. "Sure. Where should I wait for you?"

Your response seems to have taken Fernando off guard, "You can wait for me here, or if you want somewhere more private, you can always head into the motorhome." 

Parting ways, your head can only form any more responses before you go into a complete spiral. Nonetheless, you're well aware that the only answer you can give him is a rejection. Because you can't trust yourself to work with him after all that has happened to you.

You jump, surprised as Fernando barges in his private quarters of the team motorhome, "Having you been waiting a long time?"

You shake your head, getting comfortable in the cushioned chair beside his bed, "Why'd you call me here by the way? What do you need to discuss with me that requires privacy?"

Fernando smirks before sitting on the bed, "After the interview with Rosberg, he asked me if we were in a relationship, considering he saw you in my garage earlier. I for one don't mind having this conversation outside but I know for a fact that you wouldn't want anyone hearing about our conversation now."

Your face curves, tracing back on your thoughts of how Nico could be able to piece such information, the only person you told was Sebastian, "You're a blabber mouth is what you are. What re you asking me that, for all I know you could've told half the grid!" 

Fernando scoffs, shaking his head in disapproval, "I'm sad you think that about me sweetheart, but sadly it wasn't me. Like how you made me promise that I won't tell a soul, I didn't tell anyone. But one detail that Nico mentioned piqued my attention, apparently you told Vettel, who told Lewis, who told Jenson, who told Rosberg, who in turn then asked me if that actually happened. I'm surprised your stepfather hasn't found out about us."

Sebastian. You curse under your breath, more shocked with the amount of drivers who knew about you and Fernando, minus Seb, you thought nobody knows. "Can you stop referring to Mark like that." 

Fernando raises his brows, his words rub you off the wrong way, knowing well enough that he's only doing this to elicit a reaction out of you. "But you refer to him that way, what's so wrong? Are you scared?" Fernando chuckles in a deep and slow voice, as frustration builds up in you.

"Fuck you Alonso."

"Oh you did, and it was so damn good we did it again and again. I think you remember it clearly, or would you like a refresher?" The way he casually mentions your past occurrences astounds you. You become more cautious after his words realizing that you're stuck in a small space with him, and a bed literally beside you. 

Your thoughts make their way to wat you, as you think back of your late nights shared with him in his bed. Swiping your tongue over your lips, you shuffle in your seat mulling over a better response to catch him off his feet. You can't lose to him like this, your pride won't let you. 

But before you could speak, Fernando presses his fingers over your lips. "You don't have to say anything, whether or not you agree or like it, what happened between us was a fact and a reality you should accept. I for one loved the short time we had together."

Your eyes shake, confused about this all. Even more questions emerge from your head, has Fernando been thinking of you since then? If so, why is he telling you all of this now? He said he loved the short time you had with him, why didn't he want you to stay then?

Your curiosity is killing you, but you've already made your front to act unaffected by it all, which only confirms that you're not ready to work with him at all, as much as you would love it be. Which he hasn't mentioned at all, is this why he invited you to his garage? A rekindling of an old flame, gone far too long in the past. 

But the matter of fact is until you decide to be honest to yourself, it'll remain like it was before, because nobody knows.

[ironunderstands]

I’m gonna brainstorm some Ratio angst ideas for my next fic (feel free to steal them originality isn’t real anyways)

also like all of these are Aventio related

One of his students calls a hit on him for failing them and he’s bleeding out in an alleyway, I actually thought of this one w the help of one of my mutuals (I don’t remember ur tumblr @ aeon of ladies forgive me) I was thinking he passes out thinking he dies, unbeknownst to him Aven saves him, and he wakes up in a hospital unable to do anything for like a few weeks because I think one of Ratio’s biggest fears is being vulnerable, or even just being forced to take a break

@jailgarden suggested this in my inbox actually (I promise I’ll respond to it later properly pookie), but Ratio getting overstimulated and being unable to use his mask/hide like normal. Oh I love this one but I’ll get into it more later

He gets yelled at by a group of his students and just kinda breaks down and gets embarrassed and it like goes viral AUGHH THAT WOULD HURT

Ampherous related angst- like he got kicked out/sent away, he can’t ever talk about being from there, who knows, but I’m just praying we get lore of him there and it’s SAD

ooh what if he gets turned into one of his statues for a while

beat the shit out of him in general like I need Ratio on the floor crying sobbing bones broken losing it begging for help tweaking out please GODD HES SUCH A GOOD TARGET FOR THAT BC HE HIDES HIS FEELINGS SO MUCH UGHH

Aventurine goes to someone else in the Intellgencia guild for help and Ratio questions his worth for the next 3,000 words ooh

he fails at an important task or procedure or something when on a mission with Aventurine and even if it’s not that consequential in terms of their goals, the look of disappointment on the others face kills him

tfw you make a character who’s self worth heavily depends on being useful feel useless

Nous straight up says fuck off I don’t need you or like one of the GS members mocks him (probably Herta or an oc) or basically he gets his intellect demeaned and he can’t actually argue against it so he just kinda flounders (bring up Aiden maybe?)

just incapacitate him in general, Ratio cannot handle that

MIND CONTROLLL OOOHH BUT HES AWARE OF WHAT HES DOIJG GODDDD YESSSS AND WHAT IF OFHERS AROUND HIM ARENT AND THEY THINK ITS REAL OH I NEED FO WRITE THIS HOLD UPPPPP

Alright this is all my sleep deprived brain can cook up for now so enjoy! I’m probably gonna end up writing the first and last ones because yes.

[joocomics]

I really love your works, and the things you write for jiung ...ughh soo incredibly💕✨️

could you write more about him, anything you want, him being teasing in public, just anything :)

tags: soft dom!jiung x fem!reader, friends to lovers (?), edging (f!rec), praise kink, light choking | mdni

song rec: treat you better - shawn mendes

“don’t let him ruin your night.” jiung’s voice finds you through the banging techno music.

you nod, repeating his encouraging words in your mind, trying to let them do their magic so you can really forget about your ex being meters away from you. the club is suffocating from people, yet the face you’ve been trying so hard to forget is all you see.

you feel jiung taking your face in his hands, his thumbs form gentle patterns on your cheeks that slowly bring you back into reality; drifting you away from the unpleasant memories. it seems that his touch definitely works quicker than his words.

“y/n, look at me.” despite almost shouting in order for his command to dominate the vibrant scene of the night club his tone still has a note of pleading that rings out to you. “focus on my voice… my hands.”

your fingers find support in his shirt as you tug on the collar. you don’t know what it is. is it the power of his voice, the heavy energy around you, gravity, or some unknown secret desires that live inside you, but something pulls you closer into him.

you’ve never been this close to your friend before. the feeling of having your lips centimetres apart from his is something new, but for some reason it doesn’t feel wrong. not at all.

there were times when you’ve enjoyed the scent of his cologne, but it hasn’t made your head dizzy like this, - and you’re only slightly tipsy so it’s not from the cocktail you had. you’re certainly far from drunk, but there’s a possibility that a few more minutes in his embrace can get you lightheaded as if you are.

and his gaze… it definitely hasn’t made you feel like you’re being tortured by thousands of butterflies inside your tummy like it does right now.

“your hands…”

“yeah? tell me.” jiung’s lips turn into a soft smile with just a hint of mischief as he moves them lower on your body, savouring every curve.

“keep them on me,” you beg as your own palms shift around his neck. your thumbs brush his chiseled jawline as you stay pressed into each other, swaying out of sync with the music and the rest of the crowd. his voice has created another kind of melody that you rather move to. “please..”

“i’m not letting you go.”

these kinds of words said by a friend would normally wrap around you like a comfort blanket, however, as you look at jiung now, gorgeously painted from the neon lights with hands roaming on your lower waist and heavy breaths sticking to your face like secret kisses… they make your skin hot; they got you thinking of kissing him.

you don’t realise that you’ve been chewing on your lips until jiung lifts up your chin and swipes his thumb over them without minding your lipstick. his digit brushes the upper row of your teeth before you let it sneak inside your mouth and rest on your tongue. such a small taste of him, but invites an immense amount of adrenaline rush inside your chest.

“can i kiss you?” he asks with a raspier voice, watching you unwrap your soft lips.

and you say yes.

you find yourselves in his apartment. you’ve been here before, but this is the first time you’re laying in his bed - only in your bra with legs spread wide. one of his pillows is placed underneath your lower body with a dark spot forming from the way your arousal builds up, dripping from your cunt.

“doing so well for me,” jiung coos softly while observing your squirming figure. at one point he has to hold you down with a palm pressed against your lower tummy so he can keep his attention on your sensitive spot. “so perfect…”

his index finger continues to move in circles just as slow as it did when he started toying with your clit. occasionally he slips inside you to spread around your slick, making your puffy lips glisten nicely, then he resumes to the overwhelming little shapes in infuriating speed.

you whimper as his slow finger suddenly stops. it freezes in one place causing the thrill to fade away from your core leaving only the lingering warmth that you desperately need to feel snapping.

“jiung… w-why…” you arch your spine, feeling the tip of his fingers brushing against your stomach lightly as a feather; from your bellybutton up to your neckline. they crawl to your neck, wrapping around it just as gently, before he leans to kiss you.

you can’t stop yourself from whimpering in his mouth, feeling so stimulated from every single thing he does to you.

“gonna make you cum now, sweetheart.” jiung’s words almost end with a groan as a reaction from the way he feels you gulping against his hand. “it’s just… you look so pretty when you’re all needy like this, i wanted to look at you a little bit longer.” he pulls back, one hand holding your left thigh, as the other one returns to your clit. “wanna cum now, is that it?”

“yeah, really bad…” you shut your eyes sensing the familiar light brushing of his digit. it barely touches the swollen bud, but you’re so turned on, it instantly shoots pleasure into your tummy. “jiung—“ you moan, grabbing the bedsheets.

he glides it so easily and smoothly from how wet you are; drawing perfect circular patterns that have you feeling like you’re about to melt into the surface.

“go ahead, beautiful,” he encourages you, but without changing the pace of his rubs. “cum for me, i want to see you.”

his gaze is fixated on your convulsing figure that’s succumbed to his control, on the way you whimper and tug the sheets desperately, but his finger doesn’t speed up. it keeps the slow motions going till you start to lose control over your voice, breathing; over your own body.

after you open your eyes you realise that even the butterflies tattoed on his skin look different than they did the last time you saw them. nothing feels the same when you fall in love with your closest friend.

a/n: tysm for reading my works! i’m glad you like them <3 i thought of this scenario while listening to the mentioned song, so i hope you enjoy how this turned out too!! ♡

[camryn-haitani]

Hey I was wondering if you'd do a virgin reader with Sam or Colby

YESSSS

First time, honey?

colby brock x reader

TW: SMUT, virgin reader, p in v sex, dom colby, cursing, random names for your friends, fingering, pet names (sugar, darling, princess, doll), praising, gentle dom colby, reader has no idea who colby is (but he’s not an asshole about it), flirty colby, alcohol intake and mentions, often consent checks, lube use, condom using (wrap it before you tap it), after care king 👑

lowercase intended

i hope you don’t mind i did colby🫶🏻

“girl, just come with us. you’ll have fun, we’ll make sure of it.” jessie said. “you know how i feel about parties and stuff like this.” i said unsure. me and parties don’t really mix well together, like water and oil.

“pleeeeeeeeeeaase.” adrianna pleaded with those sad puppy dog eyes. “ughh fine fine. lemme get dressed.” i said while getting up. “oh hell no,” jessie pushed me back down on my bed, “we are picking out your dress.” she wagged her finger at me. “you haven’t been to a party like this in years and you think we’re gonna let you pick out your dress? that’s funny.”

after they dolled me up and did my makeup, we were ready to go. adrianna ordered an uber and we went off to the address that the party was at.

we all arrive and step out of the car. adrianna tipped the driver 20 bucks and drove off. i almost tripped over my heels but luckily jessie caught me. we walk in and immediately jessie goes to get us drinks to loosen up.

we dance, we drink, we have a good time. until this guy bumps into me, spilling my drink on my dress.

“shit, i’m so sorry,” he turns around, “here lemme help you and then i’ll buy you another drink.” he takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. i honestly don’t care if it’s the men’s bathroom, i’m sticky, i’m cold, and i’m wet. “i’m so sorry.” he starts to wipe my legs from the alcohol. “it’s fine, really. parties are not my thing, i knew i never should’ve went with them.”

he stands up to face me and his blue eyes pierce right into mine. my heartbeat quickens as my palms get sweaty. his tattoo ridden hand gives me a paper towel. “i figured you’d wanna get your chest and stomach yourself.” he lightly laughed. “thank you, i appreciate your help. by the way,” i start to wipe the front of my chest, “what’s your name?”

he looks at you, dumbfounded. “a-are you for real?” i look back up at him, “yeah?” i continue to wipe the front of my dress as he just stares at me with confusion. i finally had enough of it and asked, “dude, what’s your problem? are you a famous youtuber or something?” “yes! yes i am!” he nods his head.”

“you still didn’t answer my question.” i throw away the towel. “colby. colby brock,” he answered, “you?” “y/n. y/n l/n.” “ahh pretty name for a pretty girl.” colby takes my hand and kisses the back of it. normally i’d be disgusted by a random guy kissing the back of my hand but i find it charming.

we walk out of the bathroom and we stop to talk in the hallway the bathrooms were at. we talk and talk and talk about random shit that’s happened. i don’t know but i feel like i can easily tell him anything and everything.

“so then after that, i-,” my phone starts to ring, “sorry gimme a second.” “take your time, sugar. i don’t mind” he says.

i answer the call and i put it up to my ear- “GIRL WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” the yells of jessie blare through my speaker. “up. your. ass.” i joke. “girl this ain’t the time to be joking! we’ve been looking for you.” adrianna says worryingly. “ok ok im sorry. this guy named colby accidentally spilled my drink on my dress and he offered to help clean me up and after that, we’ve just been talking.” they pause. a loooong pause. “adrianna.” jessie sternly says. “yes ma’am?” i can almost hear adrianna saluting. “check colby brocks insta story.” “yes ma’am.” adrianna obeys.

“OH MY GOD.” adrianna exclaims. “HE’S HERE.” i look over at colby and he playfully shrugs while looking at the ceiling. ‘so he’s famous famous. gotcha.’ i think to myself.

“WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?!!” jessie screams.

colby then snatches my phone. “we’re by the bathrooms.” he said and hung up. “why’d you do tha-?” i was about to ask. “let’s sneak out the back way.” he grabs my hand and leads me out the back exit.

he brings me to his car and opens the passenger door for me. “thank you.” he politely nods and gets in the drivers seat. i assume he’s taking me to his house but who knows? this handsome ass, and apparently famous, guy is taking me somewhere. why complain.

we pull up to this amazing looking house. colby turns off the car and opens the door for me once more. “thank you, sir.” he smiles and closes the door. i can feel my phone aggressively buzz from texts and missed calls from my friends but i ignore it. ‘i’ll tell them later.’

colby jogs in front of me and opens the front door and almost bowing as i go inside. i giggle at his actions and wait for him to come in with me.

colby plops down on the couch and lets out an over exaggerated groan. i laugh as i sit on the edge of the couch. i moved over to let me fully sit. he crosses his ankle over his other knee and looks at me. “you can sit closer, doll. i don’t bite.” colby winks. i playfully roll my eyes as i push my back against the leather couch and move over next to him.

he puts on a random show and we watch it together. i’m fully invested in the show when i feel a hand on my upper thigh. i glance at his move and think nothing of it. until, he starts moving up and down, getting closer and closer to my lower hip.

at this point, my legs were over his and my shoes were long gone. colby grabs my ankles and pulls me to the end of the couch.

“i keep making lil moves at you and you act like im not even here.” he fake pouts.

‘how do i tell him i’ve never done this before?’ i gulp the knot in my throat.

“uh-uhm… i uh..” i can never get the words out. his face contorts as it looks like he just realized something. he leans back on his feet. “have you ever done anything like this before?” he asks softly.

i swallow another knot in my throat and shake my head as a quiet ‘no’ passes my lips. he sweetly smiles and picks me up bridal style and walks to what it seems like his bedroom. colby gently lays me down as his hands graze my hips as he stands himself up.

“now princess, i’m gonna ask you this and if you say yes, i’m still going to ask you throughout it all, ok?” he reassures. i nod my head. “no, i need your verbal consent, princess. do you want this?” “yes i want this.” i say. “lift your hips.” he asks and i do just that. he hikes up my dress to my mid stomach so he has access to me.

colby slides down my panties and the cold air makes me hiss. he opens his drawer and gets a good bit of lube on his fingers. he breathes on the cold substance to warm it up for me. “are you ok?” he checks. “i’m ok.” i answer.

he slowly glides his fingers up and down my now cold clit and puts one finger in. i jolt from the unknown sensation of his finger in my pussy. colby steadily pushed his fingers in and out until i was getting used to it. his other hand made it to my clit and his two first fingers lazily touched my clit. “you’re too tight, darling. you’ve got to relax.” he calms me.

with more and more touches of his fingers on my clit and the slow pace of his other finger pushing in and out of me, i feel like i can enjoy the pleasure he’s giving me.

i whine as he slowly pulls out. “relax, sugar. we’ll get to your reward.” he unbuckles his jeans and drops them down on the ground. colby takes out a condom and rolls it to the base of his cock. he takes my hand and lifts me up to sit up right. colby carefully slips my dress over my head and carefully discards it somewhere safe so it doesn’t ruin.

“again, do you want this?” he asks. i appreciate his care and thoughtfulness to me considering it was my first time. it makes my heart warm and tingly. “i want this.” i answer. “i’ll go slow until you’re ready, princess.” colby lines up his tip with my pussy and slowly just puts it in. i gasp and hiss from the pain of being stretched out. “are you ok?” he asks concerned. “i’m ok, i’m ok.” i reassured him.

i finally adjust to his size and let out little whimpers and whines. “move…please.” i said. colby slowly puts more in and i’m almost ready for all of him.

i adjust more and more of him until he’s fully in. he looks at me like he’s almost asking for permission to move more. “please go slow.” i plead. “i will, darling.” he kisses my forehead and pulls out to where his tip is only in and slowly pushes it back in me. he does it a couple more times until im ready for him to move faster.

colby gets a good faster pace going and it gets me moaning and wanting more. i’m already on the verge of orgasming and i can’t control it. i try to warn him but the words don’t come out. he hears my struggle with my words and speaks for me. “you gonna cum, princess?” i only nod.

within a few more thrusts, we both toppled over the edge cumming together. colby slowly pulls out, carefully takes the condom off, and throws it away. he goes to the bathroom and runs a warm washcloth over my face, chest, and anywhere else that has sweat or lube on it. he then runs out of his room to get my phone and some water, which i chug down. colby gives me some of his comfy clothes to sleep in and an extra phone charger.

i open my phone to almost 100 messages from my besties group chat.

The Girlies‼️🫡

adri: GIRL WHERED YIU GO

jess: they fucking

adri: nuh uh

jess: wanna bet?

adri: 30 bucks???

jess: yes

1 hour later

you: hey guys

adri: so

jess: whatdya do??

you: oh…. yk😉

jess: CASH APP ME RN

adri: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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i’m very sorry for the delay but here it is

[ariariari-freehounreal]

Tw: Violence. Sad, kinda dark shit. Mental unwellness. Body image. Self esteem issues. Fatphobia. Uhhh. Language?

I’ve had this idea of, after portal 2, Chell goes up to the surface and is met with a world occupied by combine.

She finds a city or just general occupied settlement, naively expecting compassion or help from other humans. Humans must be better. [I think Chell is very optimistic, despite her bluntness and stoic nature, which is why she’s so determined, because she has a lot of hope.]

But they aren’t better. And she’s treated like just another citizen. Probably worse, because she can’t talk. Maybe she even becomes like a black sheep and other citizens blame things on her so that she gets in trouble instead of them.

There’s so many ideas I have with this augh.

Ex 1: When Chell first arrives, and is first attacked by the combine, they grab her by her hair so she won’t get away before beating the shit outta her. This ends up massively affecting her self image and she buzzes her hair because she feels like it makes her too vulnerable. (Bonus if it makes her feel like her femininity is a weakness) (extra bonus if she lets her hair grow out when she goes back to GLaDOS because through building their relationship she’s able to regain some of her self confidence)

Ex 2: Chell has extra ptsd now and is very not okay with being touched or cornered/loomed over (bonus if she has nightmares and ends up going to GLaDOS for comfort and they’re awkward and sad and gay) (or if Wheatley is there he says something that triggers her and he doesn’t understand why she’s upset bc no one told him and GLaDOS explains it to him and he apologizes to her and is sweet and kind)

Ex 3: The reason Chell comes back to aperture is bc she’s been fatally injured or was intentionally neglected [probably widespread famine up there] and GLaDOS is like

You little shit‼️ wtf go away die somewhere else‼️ ughh…[then she gayly nurses her back to health and over time they build a healthier bond] [bonus if maybe GLaDOS is able to do some retrieval mission for Wheatley or something] [it’s so unrealistic but him being stranded in space makes me so sad]

ALSO side note but this idea makes me so joyous

So like I hc that if Chell was healthy and eating normally and shit she probably would be chubby and in GLaDOS care she gains weight bc she’s actually being cared for and fed right and she’s happier and healing [bonus science cooperation points if she has self esteem issues about it bc she doesn’t really understand beauty standards as a concept, but understands that as far as she can remember <being like…the events of portal 1 and 2> Fatness has always been equated to wrongness and ugliness and being generally bad so she associates her gaining weight with her being ugly and she has to unlearn that internalized fatphobia]

Okay I’m done ranting I’m actually so insane bye lol

[kneelingshadowsalome]

OK OK OK, but can we revisit the daughter "sitcom" scenarios?! I loved them sm.

Imagine Engel is out somewhere, like the store or whatever. Their daughter, who is about 12-13 at the time, just got her first period...😦

She just kinda awkwardly walks into the room and is trying to figure out how to tell him...

Konig is totally panicking, probably frantically calling Engels phone to get home ASAP. Poor boy probably didn't even know that you can get your period at that age and thinks some really bad is happening 😭.

But once everything has settled down, he starts to treat her the same way he treats Engel on her period, maybe even letting her stay home from school.

König is 1000 miles away from his comfort zone

I imagine the conversation goes something like this: (D=daughter, K=König, R/E=reader/Engel)

D: “I think my period just started…”

K: “Ja? Just remember to do your homework.”

D: “No, I mean… I think I just got my first period? I’m bleeding–”

K: “Bleeding? Where?? ”

D: “…??? There...?”

*uncomfortable staring and silence”

D: “I just… Do you know where mom keeps her pads?”

K: “...Pads?”

D: “Dad!! You’re just repeating my words!”

She leaves the room to look for the pads herself while König calls her mother: now imagine a colonel, a commanding officer of thousands of soldiers, responsible for important pre-decisions throughout the whole organization, calling his wife and asking what to do in this kind of a situation 🧍‍♂️ König is rubbing the back of his neck while walking anxious circles in the living room, almost bumps into a sofa while Engel calmly explains what's going on and that this is all completely normal.

When she comes back, König has just closed the phone, sighs, then takes a rather stiff stance to indicate he is about to give an important speech.

“Now then, my pretty young fawn. You are not my little girl anymore… Today, you’ve become a woman–”

“Dad, wtf?!? Ughh….”

She storms out of the room again, about to die from cringe: why does his father have to be such an embarrassment and an awkward mess? Why the hell did her mother even want this odd big loser as her man???

She’s sick of his stupid speeches and ridiculous rules and poor attempts at jokes, she's more than sick of listening to her parents’ disgusting cooing all the time. Only the noise canceling headphones can block out his dad’s profuse lovesick confessions before they start to bonk each other, thinking she can’t hear it all upstairs. Meanwhile she's not allowed to have a life of her own because the "world is a dangerous place"...

She can't wait to get out of this household, especially when even more cringeworthy conversations follow once her mother comes home. The only reason she's eavesdropping is because they're finally speaking of her instead of "how beautiful his sweet Engel looks" or "how silly and clumsy her big bear is":

K: “Does this mean she starts to have boyfriends?”

E/R: “She probably has had a few already.”

K: “What?!”

E/R: “Well not really. They’re just kids, fooling around. I wouldn't worry about it yet.”

K: “Should I talk to her about… you know, birds and bees? Just in case?”

E/R: “You? Absolutely not.”

K: “But–”

E/R: “I’ll talk to her at some point. They probably have sex education at school.”

K: “She can’t go to school. She said she was in pain.”

E/R: *sighs*

K: “What...? I already called them and said she's ill.”

E/R: “She's not ill, silly. It's just a period, it comes every month. You of all people should know...”

K: “Ja, I know... The torture days :)”

E/R: “Torture days for who?”

K: “I'm in so much pain every month, you have no idea...”

(Daughter upstairs makes a furious dive for her headphones :|)

[lonelym00n]

Is it okay to run when you're feeling weak?

Part 3 of The Devil Likes the Pirate Series

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: You get closer with Tara and all her friends. She opens up to you about her past.

It had been a few days since you last saw Tara, and though she did follow up on her promise to text you, it was hard not to feel a bit sad about the time spent away from her. And sure, maybe it was ridiculous to be feeling that way, but within the short span of time that you’d gotten to know her, Tara had you wrapped tightly around her pinky finger. 

You’re currently tucked into your favorite corner of Blackmore’s library, textbooks splayed haphazardly in front of you. Your backpack occupies the chair to your right and the two positioned across from you remain empty, a rare occurrence for this time of the year. You would’ve expected the library to be filled with students cramming for exams, but then again, you had to admit that midterm week wasn’t as hellish as you expected it to be. While you normally despised studying, you were honestly just more thankful for the reprieve from being buried up to your eyeballs in assignments. 

Your attention is barely on your studies, way too preoccupied with thoughts of Tara and when you’d get to see her next. The last you’d heard from her was that Sam had her locked up in their ‘dungeon of an apartment’ and that she likely wouldn’t be able to escape for a while. You felt bad for being the cause of not only a huge fight between the two sisters, but the loss of Tara’s freedom too. You’d jokingly told Tara over text that you’d shimmy up the fire escape so the two of you could hangout and she replied that Sam would probably shoot you if she caught you. Having witnessed how scary the older girl was when mad, you certainly weren’t going to find out if the threat was empty or not. 

Just as you’re about to turn back to your work, your phone buzzes with a notification. You curiously shift your eyes to it and nearly jump out of your seat in joy as Tara’s contact name is displayed on the screen.

Tara: hey stranger

Y/N: hey matey

Tara: enoughhhh pirate jokes 

Y/N: okay okay

Y/N: so what’s up?

Tara: i’m bored, pls tell me ur doing something fun so i can live vicariously through u

Y/N: sorry nothing exciting, just studying for midterms in the library

Tara: shit i almost forgot about those

Tara: i hate house arrest

Y/N: house arrest must suck

Y/N: any chance you’ll be off of it soon?

Tara: ughh hopefully sometime this week

Tara: why, do you miss me or something? ;)

Y/N: god you’re insufferable

Y/N: but… maybe i do miss u just a little bit

Tara: awww i knew it <3

Tara: i’ll talk to sam when she gets back from the store and see what i can do

You click your phone off with a sigh. Sam would probably refuse to let Tara out of the house and you’d be stuck thinking about her from a distance. Whatever reason Sam has for being so protective of Tara must be a really good one. You couldn’t even begin to guess what had happened. Tara did mention that she’d tell you eventually, and you made a mental note to be extremely patient with her in the meantime. 

Reaching into your backpack, you pull out a pair of noise canceling headphones and place them onto your head. You switch on some soft music to play in the background while studying and start reviewing the exam material.

You sit hunched over your thick textbook for what must’ve been at least an hour or two. You’re so engrossed in your reading that you don’t notice that the two chairs in front of you are being pulled out. It isn’t until you feel a tap on your shoulder that you register that there are now two people sitting in front of you. 

“Oh shit!” You jump slightly in surprise and tear the headphones off your head. “So sorry, I didn’t even see you sit down.”

You finally glance up to see who is in front of you and promptly choke on your spit.

Tara grins cheekily back at you, grin stretching further at the coughing fit you’re now caught up in. “Surprise!”

“Tara, what the hell are you doing here?!” You practically splutter out the question, cheeks tinting pink (as they so often do around Tara) in embarrassment when you realize that another person is witnessing you literally choke at the sight of Tara. 

Tara mischievously raises a single eyebrow at you and her eyes twinkle with joy, “You should know by now that giving your location to your kidnapper is a bad idea.”

You laugh gleefully at the familiar joke and a feeling of warmth blossoms throughout your chest. 

“Jokes aside, I convinced Sam to let me come here to study for midterms. She allowed it but made me bring a friend with me.” She turns to where her friend is sitting silently beside her and then looks back at you, “Do you remember Mindy?”

The girl looks sort of familiar, but you couldn’t say you remembered exactly who she was. You smile apologetically at her and exchange a quick hello before speaking, “It’s nice to officially meet you Mindy. I’m assuming you were part of the group that helped rescue me?”

Thankfully, Mindy doesn’t seem offended that you don’t remember her. She nods and slowly smirks, “Y’know I’m not surprised you don’t remember me, you were too busy making googly eyes at Tara here to notice anybody else.” 

You flush a deep red before groaning and ducking your head down to bury yourself in your abandoned textbook. 

Above you, Tara and Mindy snicker at your reaction. 

“Told you she blushes easily.” The two laugh some more at Tara's retort.

You lift your head up with a frown etched onto your face. Promptly, you flip both of them off. They each respond with a chuckle.

“Anyways, even though you so rudely insulted me,” you roll your eyes playfully at Mindy before softening your expression, “I want to say I really appreciate whatever your part in helping me that night was. I already told Tara this, but it means so much to me that you guys were looking out for me. I’m sorry for whatever drama I caused in the aftermath”

Tara eyes you softly while Mindy waves off your apology. “No need to apologize. It was the right thing to do and I’m glad we were able to help. Even if Sam did almost kill me”

Tara swats Mindy on the shoulder for her comment. Deciding to change the subject, she scans her eyes across your study space before fixing you with a scrutinizing look. “How long have you been here for?”

“Uhh,” you tap your pencil against the desk while you think, “Two, maybe three hours. Why?”

Tara gasps and tuts at you disapprovingly, “Have you taken a break from studying to eat something at least?”

You shake your head, now that she’s mentioned it, you could use a snack. 

She stands up and gently pulls you out of your seat. “C’mon,” she tugs your arm, “I’m gonna get you a snack.”

Obediently, you go to follow, but stop dead in your tracks when Mindy speaks up in alarm, “Wait, Tara?!” 

Tara sighs heavily, drops your arm, and gives you a pointed look that tells you to wait where you are while she goes to talk to Mindy,

From your spot a few feet away, you can just barely make out their hushed conversation.

“You heard Sam, she said I need to stay with you at all times! We can’t piss her off again.” 

Tara grunts in annoyance, “No, she said not to let me out of your sight. We’re just going to the coffee place right over there, you can watch us from where you are.”

“I don’t know.” Mindy sounds unsure.

“Mindy please? I’ll buy you a brownie and a latte.” You can tell by her adorable tone that she’s pouting and it takes a lot of self-discipline not to turn around to see it.

Mindy draws out a long groan, “Fine! But I’m gonna be watching so don’t do anything I wouldn’t want to see.”

Tara’s smile is triumphant as she skips over to you and threads her fingers through yours. You give her hand a small squeeze. 

As the two of you wait in line, she looks up at you sweetly, “So did you really miss me or were you just joking earlier?”

You bite your lip, hoping to god she won’t tease you if you tell the truth. “I did miss you. You grew on me really quickly Tara.”

She sighs happily, “Good, because I was thinking the same thing. I really missed you too.”

You grin like an idiot, so glad that you weren’t alone in your sentiment. 

The line shifts up slightly and it is swiftly your turn to order. You give the barista your order and motion for Tara to do the same. When she relays her coffee order, you do your best to commit it to memory. She adds Mindy’s items and before she can retrieve her wallet, you whip out your card and tap it against the screen. Tara glares at you but you only smile back innocently.

The two of you slide down to wait for your food and drinks to be ready. 

“Well,” Tara drags out the word and releases a breath, “I know you’re probably wondering why Sam locked me in the apartment or why I couldn’t come here without Mindy. And I do owe you an explanation but-”

You hastily cut her off, “You don’t owe me an explanation for anything Tara. It’s all up to whether you want to tell me or not. Whatever it is you went through, it’s obviously a very big deal. I’d understand if it’s not something you want to ever share with me.”

She pulls you into a quick hug, “I do want to tell you, but I think I need more time. Just so you know though, it’s something that me, Mindy, Chad, and Sam all went through. That’s why we’re all so protective of each other.”

You give her an understanding look, “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

She nods, “Sam’s still really mad at me and she probably won’t let me go alone anywhere for a while. I do want to keep hanging out with you though. Do you mind that it has to be with one of my friends?”

Your brow furrows slightly and you’re fast to shake your head, “No I don’t mind at all. I totally get it and I’m honestly just happy that I get to see you at all. Plus, your friends seem really nice, it’d be nice to get to know them.”

Tara sighs in relief before wrapping her arms around your neck and leaning up to kiss you on the cheek. 

You smile brightly at the gesture. 

A few seconds later your name is called and you step forward to collect the order. Tara grabs the items you’re unable to scoop up. The two of you return back to where Mindy is sitting.

She chirps out a thanks and the three of you enjoy your food silently. The rest of the afternoon is spent with you continuing to study, with Tara and Mindy begrudgingly joining you. You take frequent breaks to poke fun at each other and your heart flutters happily in your chest. If this is what it felt like to have friends, you never wanted to let them go.

From that day forward, you began to spend a lot of time with Tara and her ragtag group of friends. You loved hanging out with them, they were everything you felt you’d been missing in college. Mindy was sarcastic and hilarious and Anika was kind and bubbly. You liked her especially because she would always put a stop to Mindy’s teasing. Chad was cool, but you found him to be a bit more intimidating than everyone else. You didn’t mind Ethan, he was just a bit too shy and dorky for your liking. 

Overall, you found a sense of home in the group. You were so grateful that they accepted you into their circle with open arms. 

Your feelings for Tara were stronger than you’d ever felt for anyone thus far in your life. Her personality shone so brightly, it was no wonder why all her friends gravitated towards her so strongly. She was so sweet, yet so witty, brave, and strong. You are beyond thankful that you were lucky enough to stumble into her life, and you tell her so all the time.

The weeks fly by as you become even further integrated into the group of friends. You’re no longer on the outside, you’re one of them. Not a day goes by where you don’t feel so fortunate to have met them.

It’s after one of your many hangouts with Tara, Mindy, and Anika (you refer to them as double dates in your head) that Tara tells you she has a surprise for you. She takes you to a beautiful park and leads you to a more secluded spot, where a picnic is neatly laid out. You squeal like a child and excitedly run over to take a seat on the blanket. A conversation you can’t make out plays behind you.

“Anika and I are going to be just over there. We’ll be able to see you the whole time. Are you sure you want to tell her?”

Though Tara feels nervous, she nods her head nonetheless, “I trust her Mindy. It’s going to hurt like hell to talk about it again, but I want her to know. Besides, she’s in danger even being around us, so I feel like I owe it to her to tell her.”

Mindy agrees, she’d done the same thing with Anika when things got serious between them. She understands the position that Tara is in. “Okay. Call out if you need us.”

The three girls split off, heading their separate ways. 

Tara plops down next to where you’re splayed out on the blanket, her thigh bumping against your own. You grin lazily at her.

She takes a moment to herself to admire you. Her fingers card through your hair before shifting to smooth the pads of her thumbs across your cheeks. You relax into the touch, sighing softly.

Tara’s lips press to your forehead and you close your eyes at the gentle contact.

She murmurs out your name and you leisurely open your eyes. “I’m ready to tell you about what happened.”

You open your mouth to protest but she shuts down your attempt, “No it’s okay, I want to tell you. Everyone else is okay with you knowing. Even Sam.”

You sit up straight, “Even Sam? She knows about me?”

Tara eyes you a little guiltily, “ I told her a while ago that we’ve been hanging out. She isn’t thrilled about it, but she was glad to at least know. She’s been trying to meet you, but I keep turning her down. I didn’t want her to scare you away before I could give you the full story.”

It’s a little scary that Tara’s overprotective sister knows about you, but you reassure Tara that it’s fine. “Well at least we haven’t been sneaking around her back, she’d probably be more upset if that were the case. I’d love to meet her someday.”

Tara seems thankful that you don’t freak out about it. The two of you sit in silence for a moment. Tara turns to face you, a faraway look in her eyes. Sensing that things are about to get heavy, you give Tara your full attention. 

“Have you ever heard of the Stab movies?”

You scratch your chin in thought. “Maybe? I think I’ve heard of them but I’ve never seen one.”

“Well,” she explains, “The original movie is based upon a series of killings that took place in Woodsboro, California. The two killers, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy and killed a bunch of their friends. After the first Stab movie came out, the events of the killings became well-known by everyone.”

You’re completely unsure why you’re hearing facts about this movie, but Tara must have a reason, so you remain silent.

“Ever since the original killings and the first Stab movie, different people have taken up the killer’s mantle. These series of killings have been repeated five different times and three of them have taken place in Woodsboro.”

You feel dumb, how hadn’t you heard about a literal horror movie being remade five different times? “Oh my gosh, I had no idea.”

Tara’s eyes brim with tears and she looks smaller than ever at this moment. “Y/N, I moved here from Woodsboro a few months ago.” 

You gasp and tears jump into your own eyes. You gently pull Tara into your lap to comfort her. “Oh Tara, I’m so sorry. It must’ve been so scary to live there.” 

You press a few soft kisses into her hairline as her tears begin to silently drip down her face. 

“I didn’t just live there." She pauses for a long moment. "I lived through one of the killings.”

Oh my god. Your body shakes as your own tears spill out. You hug her closer to you and she wraps her arms around your neck.

After a minute of quietly sobbing, she continues with what you are sure must’ve been a real-life nightmare, “It’s a tradition for the killer to wear a black cloak and a white mask with a screaming ghost face. I was home alone the first time I got attacked. I got stabbed seven different times and the killer broke my leg.”

She cries into your shirt and you clutch her so tightly in your arms. It’s unbelievable to hear that the girl who seems so put together at all times almost died a few months ago. 

“I was so scared when I woke up in the hospital. It was almost impossible to believe that I had survived. And then about a day later, I was attacked again at the hospital.”

You reach aimlessly into the picnic basket and fish out a bottle of water, which you then offer to Tara. She takes a meek sip, but gives you a grateful look.

“After that, Sam decided we needed to leave town. It wasn’t safe anywhere. But, I didn’t have an inhaler with me, so we had to stop at my girlfriend’s house, where I kept a spare. It was a trap, and my sister’s boyfriend Richie and my girlfriend, Amber, revealed themselves to be the killers.”

She sobs brokenly at the mention of her girlfriend. You do everything you can think of to comfort her, even while knowing that it would never be enough to make her feel better. The betrayal of her own girlfriend almost killing her would likely stay in her mind forever.

“Fighting spread all throughout the house. Eventually, Amber and Richie were overpowered. Sam killed Richie but I- I-” 

You coo at her and rub your hands soothingly around her whole body. She’s crying so hard she can barely breathe and you fish out the inhaler you’ve seen her take out of the front pocket of her pants many different times. You spew words of praise and encouragement at her as her shaky hand wraps around it and she takes a puff of much needed air.

Once her breathing has calmed, she continues her sentence from earlier, “I killed Amber. I shot my own girlfriend right in the forehead. I’ll never forget seeing her body crash into the ground. Some days I can’t live with the thought of what I did to her.”

“I’m so so sorry Tara. She never should’ve put you through that.”

Tara sniffles. “I lost so much over the course of three days. We all did. Our best friend Wes and his mother were killed. Chad was attacked and he lost his girlfriend, Liv. Mindy got stabbed in the shoulder. We didn’t deserve to go through all that pain.”

You hum in agreement. The three people you proudly called your friends certainly didn’t deserve that. You had so much more love and appreciation for them now knowing what they’d fought through. 

Tara has calmed down a bit and just as you think the worst of it is over, she speaks up again, “A few more things. Sam is the daughter of Billy Loomis, the original ghostface killer. I learned during Woodsboro that she and I have different dads. Mindy and Chad’s uncle, Randy, was a part of the original killings and didn’t make it through the second. Basically, all of this means that you’re in a ton of danger just from hanging around with us. Ghostface always comes back to haunt the survivors.”

While you should, you don’t care that your life is in danger. You’re more worried about someone coming back to attack your friends. You would never be the same if you lost one of them so cruelly.

Tara has stopped crying, but she still looks so sad. “I understand if you don’t want to hang around us, you know?”

You huff out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. Tenderly, you tilt Tara’s chin up until her eyes meet yours. “Tara, I could never leave you or our friends. In fact, you’re going to have to try harder than ever to get rid of me. Now I’m the one who’s not going to let you out of their sight.”

Her brown eyes swirl with so many different emotions as she looks up at you. You’d pay a million dollars for the chance to take a peek inside her head right now. 

You’re suddenly met with the familiar warmth of her lips pressing gently into yours. You melt into the sweet kiss.

Tara pulls back reluctantly and bops you on the nose while she slowly climbs off of your lap. You miss her warmth immediately, but don’t protest.

“Look, Y/N, I really really like you. But as much as I want to be, I’m not ready for a relationship right now. I’m sorry, I never meant to lead you on.”

Tears spring out of your eyes despite your desperate attempts to keep them in. Though you are completely understanding, your heart still breaks at the news. “It’s okay Tara, I get it.”

She wants so badly to reach out and comfort you, but she feels she’s done enough damage for one night. 

You pull your knees up to your chest and cry softly. Tara, who you had flirted with and even kissed several different times, was now telling you she didn't want a relationship. Your hopes had been so high that things were going to work out romantically between the two of you that you hadn't prepared yourself for the possibility of being turned away. Regardless of the way your chest aches with sorrow, you feel stupid for crying in front of Tara, who has gone through so much. 

You swipe your tears away aggressively, berating yourself for your moment of weakness. “Can we still be friends?”

You don’t even really know why you’d asked the question. Being just friends with Tara, the girl you feel so strongly for, is going to tear you apart from the inside out. A whole new set of tears trickles uselessly down your face, clouding your vision completely. 

Tara’s heart clenches at the sadness that oozes out of you, “Of course.”

You can’t stay here anymore and let Tara witness you being a worthless mess. You call out to Anika and Mindy, who come rushing over. 

Before they make it into earshot, you whisper to Tara, “I’m sorry. I know it’s the asshole move, but I just need some time to get a handle on my feelings for you. I still really want to be your friend, but I can’t do it right away. I care about you so much, so please keep yourself safe.”

A protest flies out of her mouth as you stand up and dust yourself off. “I’m so sorry Tara, thank you for trusting me with everything, I’ll never tell another soul. See you in a bit.”

Anika and Mindy arrive shortly after you tell Tara goodbye. They try to call out to your retreating form, but you’re too wrapped up in your deprecating thoughts to listen. The three girls can only watch helplessly as you trudge further and further away.

[lilyacorn]

Yandere knight x gn! Royal reader!

An- i got a famous little trope in it ehhehe

Ty for nearly 300 followers and! If this post gets more than 40 likes in one day, i’ll DO yandere butler or archer tom!

Yandere knight- who was a normal knight patrolling the night of the kingdom. Excited and ready to contribute and never! Do anything against the rules! Hehehehe

Yandere knight- who was minding his own business until a certain someone bumped into him… “Ah! who-“ as he looked at you…

Yandere knight- who looks around, wondering why the royal princess/prince is in a cloak running away from a bunch of guards. “wha-“ with a confused expression a little bit of blush heheh

Yandere knight- who takes another look at your face before hiding you behind his back from his subordinates asking where you were! “Theyre over there!” While pointing at the mf wall- i’m sorry! Theyre just soo- ahhh~ while whining and apologizing to his peers for lying internally.

Yandere knight- who was about to finally bring you back to the palace until you looked at him with those pleading “But! You must go back!” With a determined but indecisive look. (stop looking at him with that look! JUST UGHHHH!)

Yandere knight- who pouts when you look at him like that! The demon and the angel on his shoulders are arguing so hard! “I- uhm…” while whining softly like a puppy. But… they’re running away! I should bring them! but the look on their face, Its so- UGHH

Yandere knight- who questions why you were running away and frustrated brows when you mention the arranged marriage you never wanted! “I- thats so mean!” With a frustrated look. How could anyone treat you like that?! I’d treat them so much better- fuck! the hell are you talking about?! while denying his feelings internally.

Yandere knight- who offers to bring you to his home after seeing your pitiful expression! “Do you wanna stay with me for the night? I-i mean its unsafe for a royal to be alone right now!” With a nervous smile. His cheeks are burning up~

Yandere knight- who is worried what would happen if you accepted a random person’s invite but they were a bad person! Good thing, you’ll be with him. Forever

Yandere knight- who gets embarrassed when you enter his home! Its not as lavish as the palace but hopefully its good enough for your tastes! “Anhaha sorry that its not soo great uhm…” an awkward and embarrassed expression. He’ll earn more for a proper house you can have with him

Yandere knight- who flusters and IMMEDIATELY offers for him to sleep on the floor instead of the bed! “I- i’ll sleep on the floor you sleep on the bed!”

Yandere knight- who flusters when you didn’t mind sleeping on the bed with him “oh but-“ he rambles excuses on why he can’t! Its improper for a gentleman!

Yandere knight- who’s eyes widen and turns quiet when you chuckle at his rambling. “I…” in awe as he looks at the moonlight reflecting on your figure as you chuckled.

Yandere knight- who balls up his fist and goes quiet while looking away and nodding with blush on his cheeks and ears…

Yandere knight- who gets on the bed with you and can’t even move with your leg rubbing against something~ Oh my fucking- FUCK

Yandere knight- who’s heartbeat is rising terribly fast thats not the only thing rising ehe

Yandere knight- who breaks the silence and asks how long you’d stay in his house after all, nothing is forever. Except his love “…how long will you stay?” While whispering it to your ear as if this was a sleepover-

Yandere knight- who hopes you’d stay longer! Maybe forever… please PLEASE

Would you stay for more nights reader?

[makosworld]

Corporate Struggles

╰┈➤ hobie brown x gn!reader

Synopsys: rockstar!hobie is struggling; he comes to Walmart for a new job where you work. ~1.8k words Notes/warnings: pet names for the reader. he’s taller than the reader. maybe ooc?

On your regular Monday afternoon, you clock into your shift at Walmart. "8:01 am, good enough." You mutter, walking to the back, where you're assigned to be taking items from, so you can shelve them, where needed. Suddenly, a shockingly tall man bumps into you.

“Ah- sorry, mate, oh- wait, you work here, right?” He says gesturing to your obvious Walmart uniform.

“Yeah, I do, how can I help ya?"

“Well, I’m in need of a job, whole rockstar deal ain’t working out for me too well, ya see.” He tells you, leaning down slightly to face you better.

“Oh, that sucks mate, but yeah I could lead you over to someone to get you an application and all, shouldn’t be too difficult to land a job here, I don’t think.” You reply, gesturing at him to follow you with your hand.

He follows, “Thank you, doll, I appreciate the help.”

Although you’re a bit flustered at the pet name, you keep your cool, “It’s nothing really, don’t worry about it!” Leading him over to the manager’s office, you open the door and greet the lady working there. “Hey Janet, I have this guy who would like to get a job here.”

“Sure thing, come in both of you,” she greets leading you two to take a seat on the chairs facing her desk. She conducts a normal questionnaire, Hobie answering her questions and you feeling like you should probably leave, but not doing so because you feel it’s too awkward at this point. After finishing up her questionnaire, “Alright, you seem a good fit to work with us, just fill out this information form and you’ll be set to come in to work tomorrow!” she says to Hobie. “And thank you for helping Hobie here find me, y/n.”

“It’s no problem, Janet,” you reply.

Hobie interjects, “Hold on, I can come in tomorrow, that soon?”

“Yup! You see we’re a little short staffed, so the extra hand is needed as soon as possible.” Janet replies a little sheepishly.

“Well, thanks. I’m... looking forward to it.” Hobie says beginning to make his way out the door.

Following him you give him your goodbyes, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, I s’pose.”

“Ughh, yeah I guess so…” he grumbles in a voice stark in comparison to his cheery tone earlier.

“Ay, not to excited for work tomorrow, I take it?”

“No, of course not. I’m devastated that I have to turn to the point of working for a capitalistic system like Walmart...” The very name seemingly giving him shivers down his spine. “I really didn’t want it to come to something like this. But I’m left with no other option, with the bastard cops shutting down all my concerts, and background checks… getting in the way of most other jobs, it seems that the corporate society we live in has won once again. Landing me at Walmart, the only place they’ve left that I can turn to to get a couple bucks, so I don’t starve to death.” He, to some, rambles incoherently, but you understand his words and can relate in some ways to his struggles, even though you’re not a rockstar, like he apparently is.

“I understand the struggle, mate-”

“-Hobie, you can just call me Hobie, unless you prefer love, of course.” He cuts you off. “And I understand that it may be tough dealing with this harsh reality that I face, at least there’s a pretty face to keep me some company.” He says, and this time looking up at him, you can see the playful look coming onto his features, as he speaks, smirking down at you. Before you can get a word in, he starts, “Well, I’ll be off now, see you tomorrow!” he calls walking away.

‘That was odd,’ you think to yourself, but continue on your day, like a good little corporate worker, anyways.

…

You come in 30 minutes early to work the next day, via orders from your boss, who decided that you would be perfect to help situate Hobie to his new job. ‘He’s hot though, so I’m not too upset about the loss of some sleep, I guess,’ you think to yourself.

“’Ello, doll, pleasure seeing you here, today.” Hobie says coming over to you, in his casual attire.

‘Speak of the devil.’ You speak, “Hey, Hobie, come with me; I’ll show you to the employee changing room to get you a new uniform, and all.” Walking to the back, you lead him into the room and pick up his uniform shirt and vest. Turning to hand them to him, you see him there, looking at you, shirtless. “W- what are you doing,” you ask, dumbfounded, staring at his exposed torso.

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’ I’m going to change. Isn’t that what we came back here for?” He asks you, tilting an eyebrow up.

“Um- I s’pose so. Yeah, here, go ahead. I was just thinking you would’ve liked to change in the bathroom or something,” you tell him trying to avoid staring at his lean chest, and slutty little waist.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, doll. I don’t mind letting a cutie like you ogle at my handsome build.” He says, giggling a bit at his own words. He puts on the shirt and vest, “Alright, whadya think, sugar?”

“You look perfectly ready to labor away for the big-name corporations,” you reply with a smirk.

…

You’ve introduced him to most of the back machinery, and how to do the job and he’s actually pretty helpful. Leaning up to place something onto the tallest shelf, you swear you could’ve reached it (maybe with some climbing if you’re short.) But Hobie decides otherwise, plucking the can from your hand, to lean against your back and place it at the top of a stack. Looking up you can see that he’s at eye level with the shelf. “Ahm… um.. thank you,” you mumble out, looing away from him, who hasn’t moved from his spot behind you.

Leaning down into your ear, he knows, he whispers, “I don’t mind, doll. You can always ask for my help.” He pulls back and continues on with his job, a barely noticeable smirk playing on his features.

‘Finding love at Walmart? Wild, typa shit you only find in fanfics. Haha.” Pushing aside the thought, you continue stocking the shelves.

…

You get home after another day of work, tired as you usually are. Throwing your stuff where it goes, you strip down and change into some cute pajamas. You heat up a pizza and sit down to eat it. Your window is open, and you admire the view outside your apartment. Spider-punk passes by- wait what? You hop up to look outside your window and see Spider-punk, in-the-flesh. He’s fighting some... thing and you can only watch as he finishes up a battle with it and throws it through some kinda portal. ‘It’s him. It’s spider-punk I gotta say hi.’ “HEY, SPIDER-PUNK!” You yell out your window and he actually hears you, to your surprise. ’He must have some super hearing power or something. Oh, he’s coming over here, omg.’

Spider-punk comes over to your window and flinches with what seems like surprise at seeing you, it’s hard to tell with the mask. “’Ello, love, fan of mine I see?” He asks in a teasing tone.

‘He sounds familiar,’ but you brush it off because that’s not too important right now. “Yeah! You’re amazing! I really appreciate all the good you do for our communities, you’re a hero,” you all but gush to him.

“I’m glad to know someone so pretty appreciates my work, although I’m not a hero, calling myself a hero would only be self-absorbed and narcissistic.”

“Well, you’re a hero to me,” you tell him. Noticing him glance down at your pajamas for a few moments too long and you look down, realizing your current choice of attire. You’re only wearing some tiny, mildly revealing, pajamas. “Oh- sorry, I was going to head to bed soon,” you bashfully mention, gesturing to your pajamas.

“Don’t apologize, who said I don’t appreciate the view,” he says sending you a wink. You try to stumble out a response, but he stops you. “Listen, love, you’re very cute. And you’ve got a charming vibe to ya. How ‘bout you let me come inside?” Sensing he wanted more than to share your heat up pizza, you couldn’t say you didn’t feel the same. You nodded and gestured at him to come inside.

He looks around, “Nice place you got here, doll.”

“Thank-“

“Listen I have to tell you something.” He interrupts you. He pulls off his mask letting his hair and face be revealed.

That’s… “Hobie? Like new Walmart co-worker, Hobie?”

“Yes, sadly that’s me. You see with the whole Spiderman thing I’ve been too busy and had to cancel too many of my shows or just had to downright flake on everyone, to the point where no one really shows up anymore. And I can’t blame them as I’ve been a shitty wannabe rockstar lately, but I’ve just got no time for both jobs. But Miguel, that ass, has been refusing to pay me for my Spiderman stuff. Saying some, ‘the real reward of this job is knowing you help people.’ Well obviously, but we live in this capitalistic society, and I need food to survive. And the part about my record is true, cause I’ve tried to get by stealing from these corporations but they’ve caught onto me. The hair is a little too easy to recognize,” he stumbles to a stop. “Sorry for goin’ on and on but I kinda needed to get that off my chest.” He finishes his monologue and looks up at you seemingly a little embarrassed.

Not knowing how to comfort him you open your arms to him for a hug. “Seems like you’ve had quite a bit going on, and I’m not so great with comforting but, uh, do you want a hug?” He smiles at your words and wraps his arms around your shoulders and you around his waist. He’s pretty tall so he puts his head on top of yours and you stay like that for a bit. “Hobie,” you whisper not wanting to ruin the moment. “Want to move to the couch, um, or my bed if you want?”

“That’d be nice,” he mumbles into your hair letting you lead him. He didn’t specify where he’d prefer, but saying as he’s so tall it may be best to go to your bed. You shuffle over there, still hugging him, when your legs hit the side of the bed. Before you can move to climb onto it, Hobie picks you up and places you on the mattress. He climbs up on top of you and snuggles his head into your shoulder. Not long after, you can hear him snoring. Hugging him tighter you begin to drift off as well to the comfort of cuddling with Hobie Brown.

[babyboywinchester]

hi agian, i’m the watching season 3 anon. i just wanted to say that i got to season 4 and met castiel, he’s whatever to me at this point. anyway what i wanted to say was dean and sam are soooo husband and wife in Time is on My Side. like their spat at the motel where dean wanted to go after bela and sam wanted to stay, but dean wouldn’t let him. ughh dean is so husband coded in that, in wanting to make sure sam is always with him, in the way couples do everything together. i love it so much, and their “be safe, sammy” “you too” ooh i love it! it’s definitely their version of saying “i love you”

and like it’s not even just that, it’s they both have these moments where there husband and wife together and it’s normal in s1, 2 and 3 and i just love it so much!!

anyway sorry for another longish ask but i was wanted to giggle about it with someone!

Sam is so dean’s little housewife coded it’s not even funny. Never, ever, EVER apologize for sending long asks like this. I love it! I wish I could watch those first few seasons for the first time all over again. Just the two of them, in a fast black car, every waking moment spent together. They are so Thelma and Louise, Bonnie and Clyde, that’s just… I don’t even know how to describe it because it’s NOT a love story but it IS. The love story of two brothers who would do anything for each other. That’s what Supernatural is about and that’s what it will always be. The love story of Sam and Dean.

[kfkr1ze]

[002-A19] Bad Will Hunting[1]

Summary — ✈︎ The students called Ushio to a meeting. When they demand an explanation as to why he’s being uncooperative with his work, he gives them a sarcastic response in retaliation…

Characters— ✈︎ Ushio, Nanaki, Akuta, Kiroku, Muneuji, Sakujiro

Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima

Ushio: ………

Nanaki: ………

Ushio: What do you want? Wearing such a scary expression on your face. 

Nanaki: We need to talk. …Let’s go. Everyone is waiting for you.

Ushio: (Uwah, I got a bad feeling about this one. This seems like more trouble than it’s worth…)

I’d love to go, but my stomach hurts y’know? Didn’t you hear that from Chief? I’m just taking a break today, soーー

Nanaki: You’ll be fine.

Ushio:  Ah… Wai… Don’t touch me!!

…I’m going.

Nanaki: ………

Kiroku: ………

Muneuji: ………

Akuta: Welcome back, Uu-chan!

Ushio: … Don’t call me that.

So? What’s this about? You got a reason for surrounding me like this?

Nanaki: The drawstring bag… It looks like he has it with him.

Akuta: See? I knew he didn’t throw it away. 

Okay, next up is my turn sooo, don’t mind if I do!

… Yup, it’s all good. The egg, feat. alien legs, are all in one piece!

Ushio: What, don’t tell me that this is all because you guys thought I threw away the egg?

Kiroku: You… weren’t in your room…… so we thought… maybe……

Nanaki: ………

Ushio: Of course I didn’t throw it away. Didn’t we all decide on that?

Nanaki: … I’ll apologize for suspecting you. I’m sorry.

Ushio: I don’t really care though.

Muneuji: With that, one of the problems has been resolvedーー

Akuta: Mhmm…

Nanaki: ………

Kiroku: ………

Ushio: Again, what is this all about? If you have something to say, spit it out already.

Muneuji: There’s no other issues, other than the work for the summer festival.

There were some concerns that maybe Uu-chan hasn’t been progressing properly in your preparations for the summer festival.

Ushio: (Ughh so there were complaints about that? I knew this was gonna be an annoying ass talk. So draining…)

These “concerns” you’re talking about… Was it all from one person?

Nanaki: Why are you looking at my face?

Ushio: There doesn’t have to be any special reason, does there? It's not like I'm thinking that Panda is the most likely candidate to say stuff like that or anything.

Nanaki: Even Kinugawa-kun is doing his best for this, no matter how much he’s struggling with it. It’s normal to not want someone holding us back.

Kiroku: Eh…… M-Me……?

Nanaki: I know you’re trying your best for this. It’s only natural to notice that when we’re living in the same room.

Kiroku: ………

Nanaki: And that’s why, Kurama-kun should alsoーー

Ushio: Doesn’t really matter in the end, since the event on the day after tomorrow is getting canceled.

Akuta: ………

Nanaki & Kiroku & Muneuji: ………

Akuta: EEEHHH!? W-WHY!?

Muneuji: For what reason?

Ushio: On that day, there’s an 80% chance of rain around the evening. It’ll be pouring down right around the time of the summer festival.

It’s fine to believe in shit like effort, friendship, and youth or whatever, but shouldn’t you at least check the weather forecast?

Nanaki: What about the JMA’s weather control?

Muneuji: No, I’m sure they’d ensure the skies were clear for events at urban places like HAMA, but for the more rural areas…

I’m certain that they wouldn’t take such measures here.

Akuta: A-A-Are you serious～～～！?

I’ve been a city boy since I was born so things like that completely slipped my mind…

Nanaki: Can’t we try asking the JMA now?

Kiroku: …… I don’t think…… they’d listen… to just…… one person……

Ushio: (Hm…)

Akuta: Should we just try to pray for clear weather!?

Like gathering around a bonfire to pray for rain, but the opposite!

Kiroku: …Do you have…… a power…… like that… Isotake…?

Akuta: Nah, not at all!

Ushio: (Life is filled with absurd events like this. No matter how hard you try, or how pure you try to live your lifeーー)

(Some stupid, unavoidable absurdity falls on you and ruins everything.)

(Of course I knew this already, ever since back then, but for kids like this who were raised with privilege and protection? This is probably the first time they’ve been exposed to something like this.)

(Serves them right.)

Hey.

Nanaki: Hah?

Ushio: It’s a shame that it never got healed. That broken heart you got from that time in the old building.

Nanaki: … Is spewing out sarcasm the only thing you know how to do? No wonder they call you a pleasant guy. 

Ushio: ……!

Muneuji: A pleasant guy?

Nanaki: That’s what his classmates call him behind his back. It’s a fittingly ironic nickname for someone as cruel as him.

Ushio: ………

Muneuji: … I see. It’s pretty well put.

Ushio: ……!

Muneuji: Ah, I didn’t mean like that, please don’t misunderstand. I was just impressed that you were given such a spiteful nicknameーー

Ushio: (What’s with that phrasing? How is Muu-chan able to stay as nonchalant as he always is while I’m the only one feeling this uncomfortable…?)

(This is… so unfair…!)

… Y’know, Muneuji…

You didn’t seem to be that upset by the fact that the festival got canceled because of the rain. You’re the one who knows best just how much everyone worked for this, don’t you?

Muneuji: ………

Ushio: Could it be, maybe when it doesn’t concern your father, you consider it to be someone else’s problem?

Maybe, in this train wreck, the rails that you were on were already shifted and the damage isn’t as great to you, so you don’t care?

Muneuji: … Just what are you trying to say?

Ushio: I’m just saying. If that never happened to your father, you wouldn’t even be where you’re at right now.

(You’re different that I amーー)

What I’m saying is, it’s great that you got a little sister who you can give souvenirs to.

Muneuji: Ghーー！

Akuta: Ah, Muneuji’s pupils blew upーー

Muneuji: …Kinugawa.

Hold onto my phone and my watch.

Kiroku: Eh? Okay… but…

Ushio: Huuh? Did I offend you?

Muneuji: You too, Ushio. If you’re holding onto anything you wouldn’t like destroyed, put them to the side. If you refuse to take back what you just said… Then I’m going to duel you.

Ushio: Hah, how am I supposed to take back a fact? Aren’t you just averting your eyes from the truth now?

Muneuji: That’s enough. Shut your mouth. Prepare yourself.

Ushio: ーーHmph, don’t think it’ll be as easy to toss me around as it was last time. 

Nanaki: He was thrown by him just the other day…

Akuta: I-It’s a fight～～～！ WOO WOOO! Get him, get him! Don’t lose, both of you guys!

Isotake’s Gambling Foundation is in full support of this clash between friends! Dear customer, which side are you betting on?

Nanaki: Of course I’m putting 1,000 yen on Muneuji… not! What are you doing!? We have to stop them!

Hey, calm down! Kaguya-kun!

Muneuji: Do not interfere! Uu-chan purposefully angered me. He made his bed, and now he must lie in it.

He wants to be thrown around. He’s asking for it, I’m sure of it. …I want to throw him, as well.

Nanaki: Why would he ask for that!? Ugh, I don’t have another choice…!

Akuta! Help me stop themーー

Akuta: Great, keep going! I’m at the edge of my seat! Don’t hold back, you guys～～～！ You’ll kill the footage～～～！

Nanaki: Whaー Is now the time to be filming!? Kinugawa-kun youーー Already disappeared too!

Ugh, seriously…! Why did it turn out like this…!?

Kaede: Let’s see… Did I manage to make the shumai recipe that Yuki-nii taught me correctly?

Waah! Look at this, Sakujiro-san! I think I actually made them pretty well!

Sakujiro: Oh my, this is… What beautiful, moist skin, reminiscent of platinum…!

The plump, steamy green peas add a burst of color to the snow capped mountains, like a flower budding in the spring…!

This is a wondrous piece of art. I’m thoroughly impressed.

Kaede: The Chinese porridge you made looks amazing as well, Sakujiro-san! The finishing look would look great for pictures on dazzle!

Sakujiro: I’m honored to hear you say so. The soup and the sides are finished, so let us prepare them to be servedーー

(Muffled banging)

Kaede: ……? It’s so noisy upstairs… I wonder what happened.

They’re still pretty young and full of energy, so they might even be play wrestling right now… Ahaha!

Sakujiro: Chief.

Kaede: Yes?

Sakujiro: It seems a helpless fawn has stumbled its way into our castleーー As in, the kitchen.

Kaede: Huh? ーーOh, Kiroku-kun?

Kiroku: ……

Kaede: What’s the matter? You’re shaking a lot…

Kiroku: …… Chief… and, Sensei…… There’s… a fight.

Kaede: Eh!?

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Notes — ✈︎

I believe the title is a reference to the movie “Good Will Hunting”. It's about a guy named Will, a self taught math genius who works as a janitor at a college. He was solving difficult math problems on the blackboard. Will is later arrested after he attacks a responding police officer. The professor who wrote the challenges arranges for Will to avoid jail time if he agrees to study math under his supervision and participate in therapy sessions. Will agrees but is uncooperative in therapy and mocks all his therapists. After Will drove away his first 5 therapists, the professor gets an old friend named Sean to be his therapist. Unlike the others, Sean actually challenges Will's defense mechanisms. During the first session, Will insults his deceased wife, and Sean threatens him, but after a few unproductive sessions, Will finally begins to open up […] Sean points out to Will that he is so adept at anticipating future failure in his interpersonal relationships that he deliberately sabotages them to avoid emotional pain. 

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 15 - Painful RE:bake | Episode 9 - Bring on the Risk

Azami: …

Azami: (I knew it, this one’s bad in terms of compensation, too. Another bust.)

Azami: (Thanks to their advice, my follower count’s growin’ steadily, but the job offers I’ve been getting all suck.)

Azami: Ughh…

Sakyo: Oi, is this what I should use as skin care before going to bed?

Azami: Yeah, but… the hell’s gotten into you?

Sakyo: I’ve got a shoot tomorrow.

Azami: Really? Movie or drama?

Sakyo: Drama.

Sakyo: …I thought I’d also try my hand at film performances like Nanao’s doing. So I got into contact with Kamo from back when we did “Yin Yang Midnight” and he got me a part.

Sakyo: Well, it’s just as an extra, though.

Sakyo: It’s just two lines, but I’ll still be on screen, so I want to look as perfect as possible.

Azami: Skin care’s not somethin’ you can just do overnight, it’s somethin’ you’ve gotta do over ‘n over again on a regular basis.

Sakyo: …I know that.

Azami: Whatever, I’ll teach you some special care since there’s nothin’ else I can do.

Azami: Truthfully, spendin’ money on medical cosmetic treatments is the quickest ‘n easiest way to get it done.

Sakyo: That’d be a goddamn waste if it’s somethin’ you can get done with a normal routine.

Azami: I don’t wanna hear that comin’ from someone who doesn’t even keep up a routine.

Sakyo: Gh--.

Azami: --You can use this. It’s a real high-quality pack. And it’s expensive, so don’t waste it.

Sakyo: When you say expensive, just how expensive are we talking?

Azami: 3000 yen per pack.

Sakyo: And you just use this once…?

Azami: Obviously. 

Sakyo: Are you sure it can’t be used at least three times?

Azami: No. And you don’t got time to be choosy at this point, do you?

Sakyo: …--Right. I appreciate this.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Flashback*

Ibuki: A person’s face has like, a big impact on what people think of them, y’know? If you wanna get more followers, you can’t just do whatever you want.

Ibuki: Social media is rarely what you want it to be, and the world isn’t so nice that you can be found just by having good makeup skills.

*Flashback end*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Azami: (I guess I don’t got time to be choosy at this point either, huh…)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Shop bell rings*

Akira: --Sorry for making you wait. My meeting took longer than I thought it would.

Azami: Thanks for takin’ time outta your busy schedule.

Akira: No, no, I should be saying the same to you. I’ve been wondering what you’ve been up to, so I’m glad you reached out.

Akira: And thank you for taking that one hair and makeup class. …Anyway, the real issue at hand here is are we here to talk about you taking my part-time job offer this time?

Azami: I mean, I am interested in that, but today I wanted to talk about somethin’ a little different…

Azami: Right now, I’m tryin’ to polish my hair and makeup skills, and I wanna try doin’ somethin’ outside of my theater company, like a job or big challenge or somethin’.

Azami: I’d be happy to be a part-time assistant, but… Is there anythin’ else I can do to gain experience?

Akira: I see… By the way, I saw the name “ZAMI” on Inste.

Akira: I already thought you were great back when you were in middle school, but it really looks like you’ve grown a lot both in technique and sensitivity since then.

Akira: But I’ve been wondering. If you want to take on a big job, why don’t you put yourself forward more?

Azami: …

Akira: When it comes to hiring someone to do a job…

Akira: We don’t just hire people without knowing who they are. We only make offers after we’ve determined what kind of personality they have and what kind of beliefs and sensibilities they hold.

Akira: It’s really important to make people think, “I want to work with this person”.

Akira: Your work is interesting, Azami-kun, and it really conveys your sense of makeup, but I’m not getting any sense of your personality or beliefs.

Akira: For example… Why don’t you post pictures of your own face? And you’re also an actor, Azami-kun, and I think that’d be a strong weapon in its own right.

Azami: Well--...

Akira: I mean, I’m sure you have your reasons. Maybe you don’t want people to think of you as a child, or maybe you want people to judge you based solely on your makeup skills.

Akira: Exposure on social media isn’t all fun and games.

Akira: But there are plenty of kids your age-- such as other high schoolers, who are making it as pros now, right?

Akira: You’ve got rivals in the same generation as you who are doing better than you because they know how to use social media better than you, Azami-kun.

Azami: --.

Akira: If you don’t want to lose to them in the midst of all of this… Then I’ve got a big challenge for you right now.

Akira: …The truth is, I was the one who was given this offer. But I think it’d be more interesting if you did it, and I think you’d get a lot more out of it than I would.

Akira: If you can get good results by putting all of your sensibilities, beliefs, and personality into your work, I’m sure you’ll gain recognition as a hair and makeup artist.

Akira: However, it’s a big challenge where one wrong move could mean your image worsening and being at risk of receiving lots of backlash online, but… what do you think?

Azami: --Obviously I’m gonna do it.

Azami: The greater the risk, the greater the reward. If it’ll increase my recognition, it’ll help out Autumn Troupe too.

Azami: (That’s why… it’s just like Banri-san said. I’ve gotta go ahead and feel the pain. That’s what I want.)

Akira: Got it. Then I’ll do my best to support you all the way.

Akira: I’ve been hoping for something like this for you for a long time, Azami-kun. In return, you should give me a shoutout on your social media if you succeed.

Azami: Got it.

Azami: (...He sure is calculatin’, huh? Guess that’s what happens when you’re a freelancer.)

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Writing interview tag!

Ohoho this one is exciting! Thanks @the-letterbox-archives for the tags. Your answers were sick, it was a very interesting read. This one is a long one, but the goal is to answer a LOT of questions. A empty list will be at the bottom with the tags!

About me

When did you start writing?

Oo im not sure? I started “ seriously “ writing a couple of years ago when I took a writing class, but I wouldn’t say I was really a “ writer “ untill I started working on How Our World Ended a few years ago

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write?

Oh 100% I haven’t been reading that much lately, but I mostly read horror and mystery. While I sneak in horror sometimes, I’ve never really been compelled to write a mystery story

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often?

If I’m honest, no to both of those. I have authors I love, but i have my own thing. And people don’t compare me to any author. Weither that’s good or bad is up to you I guess

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I write with my old, shitty Chromebook on my bed with my pillow propped up as a back rest. My PC keyboard is very loud and just not too fun to write with, and I despise writing on mobile. If I’m in the mood, I turn on some music and get to work

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

I’m gonna answer this question in two different ways, how I get inspiration for ideas, and how I get in the writing vibe. For the first, it’s honestly just seeing something I like and going “ I wanna do that “ or listening to a song while some grand story plays out in my head. For ACTUALLY writing, that’s tricky. I normally write late, but if a friend is up talking about whatever thing ive really liked as of late can help. Thinking ahead to scenes I’m excited to write helps, especially when I listen to music that I tie to those moments.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about?

I mean, I’m sure they did subconsciously somehow- but I tend to write in fantasy, and my suburban ass life doesn’t really lend to my ideas well. Though I will say, my moms fondness for museums has inspired Paintings a good bit

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you?

Yeah, a good few. I’d say grief, and how it impacts people is the most prevalent theme across my stories. This is a bit surprising since I’ve ( fortunately ) not lost too many people in my life

Characters:

would you please tell me about your current favorite character?

Oo this one is HARD. I can pick my favorite for each story easily but OVERALL is really hard. I’m torn between Lars from Souls Collide, or The Artist from How Our World Ended. Both characters mean so much to me, and I’d say those two are the characters I’ve made with the most depth. Ughh this is difficult. I guess I’ll say Lars for now, just because of how prevalent and important to me he’s been

Also I know it’s not what the question is asking, but my favorite character that I DIDNT make is Sunny from OMORI

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

I think I’d vibe with most of the souls collide cast, considering they were initially based off of people I knew. I also think I’d get along with Asim and Astera from Paintings, along with Lyra and Val from How Our World Ended.

which characters would you dislike the most of you met them?

Oh god most of them. I write TERRIBLE people. Samaueal would just kill me- I’d hate Nelios, he’s a dick, Ryder from Souls Collide was based off of a person I disliked in real life, Salazar is pretentious and WOULD kill me, Dimitri is the worst- I can go on. But the worst is Samaueal, considering he would just kill me for the hell of it

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters?

It’s real weird. I either see something I like, and want to steal it in some way, so i base a character off of them. Asim and Astera are heavily influenced by Mary and Reginald from Cemetery Mary, Hart is inspired by Walter White, the whole council was inspired by the organization from Kingdom Hearts. But for characters I didn’t partially steal, it mostly just comes to me when listening to music. Some characters were also created out of necessity, and evolved far past that.

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?

Yup. I tend to write certain types of characters very formally, my protags are often shaken by one particularly harrowing event, and they almost all have some sort of huge internal fight with themselves.

How do you picture your characters?

It depends! Most of the time, I imagine every character in the style I wanted Souls Collide to be, but for certain scenes ( especially fights with Res ) I see it in live action.

My writing:

what’s your reason for writing?

I have a whole lotta ideas and gotta get them out SOMEHOW.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating?

Literally anything positive anyone says makes my day. You all have been more supportive than irl friends. But the things that make my day are either people predicting what comes next in private circles, and for comments here, saying that people like a character or are interested in a story makes me beam. I will die if I ever get fan art ( in a good way )

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

However they wanna. You don’t have to see me any way, but I’ve tried to be a positive force here, so I guess that.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I don’t wanna sound egotistical, but my ideas are really cool ( at least I think so )

What have you been told is your greatest strength as a writer is by others?

I’ve been told that what I can do is impressive. I remember one specific interaction about the artist that was incredibly kind.

How do you feel about your own writing?

It depends. I’m incredibly proud of my recent work. I love how Paintings is coming along, and I think the laster chapters of How Our World Ended are the best things I’ve ever written. Anything over two years old is dogshit though, I was in physical pain rereading the first draft of chapter 4

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write?

Gonna be real, don’t think I’d live. But in the event I continued living for whatever reason, maybe? I don’t know, that’s a hard ass question.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both?

I write plots entirely for myself, but I try to thing about what issues there are with my plot from a readers perspective. Idk if that sounds crazy, but thinking about stuff from an outsider perspective can be helpful in editing.

Annnd that’s all, this took me life half an hour wow. Here’s the question list ( It’s unspaced so fellow mobile users can actually copy it all ) Thanks for reading it all, if you did, it’s a super fun exercise!

About meWhen did you start writing?Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write?Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often?can you tell me a bit about your writing space? What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about?Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you?Characters: would you please tell me about your current favorite character? Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?which characters would you dislike the most of you met them?Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters? Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?How do you picture your characters? My writing: what’s your reason for writing?Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating? How do you want to be thought about by your readers?What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?have you been told is your greatest strength as a writer is by others?How do you feel about your own writing?If you were the last person on earth, would you still write?When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both?

Annnnd tag list!

@thatuselesshuman @ddgraywrites @jjoneswriting @revenantlore @aintgonnatakethis @yourpenpaldee @illarian-rambling @autism-purgatory @the-letterbox-archives @theverumproject @gioiaalbanoart @noxxytocin @joseph-hooser @mk-writes-stuff @yrndrgn @wyked-ao3

+ Open, as always

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2023 Halloween Card Story-Owen

Here is Owen's Halloween 2023 SR card story, "His Typical Boredom-Killer", fully translated!

Cain is now two for two of North wizards being Normal to him during this event. And Owen, if you wanted Cain to kneel at your feet like a dog, you could just ask like a normal person.

mild cw for Owen making a joke about drowning

Part 1:

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Owen: Ughh, so bored…

Owen: …..Oh. 

Owen: ….

Cain: Woah….So cool! I didn’t think there was gonna be that many floating around.

Cain: There should be enough for everyone, especially if I take the villagers up on their kind offe-

Owen: Sir Knight. I see you’re finally going to drown yourself.

Cain: Ahh! …. What the hell, Owen? 

Owen: What do you mean, what? Isn’t there something else you should be saying? 

Cain: ...Something else? Uh, don’t just suddenly appear right next to me like that? You kinda scared the hell outta me. 

Owen: …Is that really it? So I guess you’re just sitting around being useless. 

Cain: I’m not just sitting around…

Cain: You’re not doing anything either, right? Then come look at the spring here-these things are pretty interesting, especially when they’re floating around.

Cain: The scales reflecting the light like this kinda makes it look like an aurora, don't they?

Owen: …What are you even going on about? These are just some junk thewlis scales-are you a crow rummaging through the trash now? 

Cain: It’s not junk. It’s precious to the villagers here. 

Cain: I dunno if you know this, but if you put a thewlis scale into hot water, it purifies it in a flash. Kinda like the fountain here. 

Cain: So that’s why….the villagers, they said they really wanted to give some to us 'honorable wizards.' 

Owen: Oh, is that how it is? That means you, dear knight, are stealing treasure from this frozen, destitute village, when they already have so little to spare. 

Cain: Do you always have to jump straight to being evil……I was feeling kinda awkward, so I did actually try to refuse at first. 

Cain: But that just made it worse…they started getting anxious and telling me “they’d incur the animosity of wizards.” So I decided to take only as much as we can use in the Sage’s manor. 

Owen: ….Oh, really? 

Owen: Hey, what if I lend you a hand? 

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Owen: After all, it’s not every day I go out of my way to offer advice to a crude and tactless knight like you. 

Cain: …..You know, every time you say something like that, nothing good ever happens…

Cain: But what you told me when we were fighting off the vines definitely helped me out. 

Owen: What? I never said anything like that.

Cain: You’re the one who brought it up in the first place, so….. Well, there’s no time like the present. Why don’t you tell me the best way to pick up these scales then, Owen? 

Owen: Well, if you insist-show me your way of gathering them, first. 

Cain: Kay. ….. –Gladius Procella– !! 

Cain: ..Alright! I think that did the trick, don’t you? 

Owen: Really?  You didn’t collect even half the number you wanted-I’m not sure how you could miss that many in the first place. 

Owen: Well don’t just stand around, then-get in the water. You’re picking the rest up by hand. 

Cain: By hand? 

Owen: You use magic from your heart. So someone as graceless as you are would never be able to pick up such tiny objects. 

Owen: Since that’s the case, don’t you think picking them up by hand would be far more efficient? 

Cain: Well, yeah…? 

Owen: If you understand me so well, then go on. Why don’t you start with the one right under your nose? There’s one in the shade of those rocks too. 

Cain: Um, here and….over there…..

Owen: Behind you-turn around. Look, the ripples you're causing are making them float away. After you get that one, there’s another over here too. 

Owen: Oh, looks like one drifted over here by my feet. Come on, kneel. Quickly now, before it gets away. 

Cain: ….

Cain: Are you really having fun ordering me around like I’m a dog? 

Owen: Ohoho, what a terrible thing to say-I would never.

Owen: You should pick that one up there next. Well, go on, Cain. Fetch.

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