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Jealous

Pairing: Sodo Ghoul x reader

summary: Since you joined the band, Sodo has been hostile towards you, but you would have never guessed the reason was jealousy...

warnings: Smut| fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, choking, and spanking.

"it's not my fault y/n can't play fucking right"

"I can't play? Please Sodo you got half the fucking song wrong"

"fuck you"

"you wish"

"ok ok ok" Copia intervened "Let's all calm down a moment and take a break, alright? Sodo" He nodded to him "Go have a smoke"

A grumbled "fine" echoed off the rehearsal room as he walked off, slamming the door behind him.

"god he's such a fucking drama queen" you sighed, having a sip of your water as you sat down between Phantom and Swiss.

"he always has to shout- and always at me! I honestly don't get what I've done to make him hate me so much"

They exchanged a look, a smirk playing on their lips.

"I don't think he hates you, sweetheart"

you snorted " 'sure looks like it"

"I think it's actually quite the opposite"

"What, that he wants to fuck me?" you asked, rolling your eyes "You all do, you perverts" you teased "And if that's the case, yelling won't get him anywhere"

they chuckled "We know baby, but you know how he is..."

"yeah, an asshole"

just then the door opened, Sodo's still clearly tense figure emerging from it.

"yeah" somebody whispered in response, but you were focused on him.

Copia asked him something, but his eyes set on Swiss's hand you hadn't even noticed was placed on your thigh.

He emitted a grunt that spurt of jealousy to answer Copia, and your eyes met for just a moment.

You definitely took note of that.

__ __ __

Only you, Phantom, and Sodo were left in the rehearsal room, as always the ones taking the longest.

You laughed at a funny remark Phantom made and slapped his shoulder playfully as you finished packing your stuff.

"oh I almost forgot" you recalled "Here is your pick," you said, fishing it out of your pocket to hand it to him.

"don't worry, keep it"

"Are you sure? Didn't you have this since you were young?"

"I did, but I want you to have it"

Your lips turned into that happy pout he adored

"thank you so much!" you smiled, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

He hesitantly hugged you back

"you were always my favorite" you whispered into his ear, sensing how he shivered under you

"thank you, handsome," you said again, kissing his cheek for a moment more than necessary before letting him go.

"n-no worries" he shook his head, poorly attempting at hiding his blushing cheeks.

He picked up his things as quickly as he could before rushing to the door.

"Uh-Uh, I-I'll see you later"

"bye handsome" you chuckled, watching him scurry to his room.

A loud sigh came from your right, and you caught Sodo rolling his eyes as you turned around

"oh don't worry you're handsome too" you teased, walking to him.

"You gave the poor kid a hard-on just for fun?"

"no, not just for fun, I'll take care of it later"

And there it was, that tick of his jaw as jealousy darkened his eyes.

"what, you're jealous?"

He avoided your gaze, pretending to be busy with his guitar's chords.

"you can tell me if you are..."

"I'm not" he spat

"so you're saying you haven't thought about me that way? that you haven't fucked your fist just last night imagining it was me?" you mocked, a sly smirk playing on your lips "We have really thin walls y'know?"

"fuck off"

You let out a dramatic sigh "Fine, then I guess I'll go keep Phantom some company since you seem to have a stick up your ass" you said, walking to the door, but before you could reach it, his hand grabbed your wrist, turning you around.

"I knew it" you grinned, as he stared right into your soul with his frozen eyes.

"shut up"

you smirked, ghosting his mouth, "Make me"

And at that, he'd had enough.

he crashed his mouth with yours, devouring you as if you were a fucking meal and him a starved man.

His tongue moved into your mouth, exploring all you had to offer as his hand gripped and groped like it was their duty.

He slammed you against the door, making you wince as your head hit the hardwood, he couldn't have cared less as he finally got a taste of what he'd been dreaming about for a whole year.

He didn't know why he had refrained for so long. He hated himself for wanting you this much, and all that hate was oftentimes wrongly pointed at you.

You let out a quiet whimper as he started sucking on your neck, your hand going straight to his long hair.

"see now, it wasn't so hard" you mocked him in between breaths "You could have told me earlier that this was all you wanted"

"I thought I'd told you to shut up"

You chuckled "you did"

"God you're such a fucking brat" his hold on your waist tightened "I think you need something to keep that mouth busy" he smirked "and as much as I'd like to see you kneel before me, I don't think you've earned my cock just yet" he taunted you, seeing the way your eyes had sparked at the proposal.

His hand traveled up your body until two of his long fingers reached your bottom lip.

"Be a good girl and show me how good you'd suck my dick"

You wasted no time taking them in your mouth, closing your eyes as you pretended it was his cock.

He groaned at the sight "Just like that-" he said, pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth as saliva pulled from your puffy lips.

You hadn't even noticed his other hand sneaking beneath your skirt, until you felt his thumb press to your clothed core

Your eyes snapped open as a muffled gasp attempted to flee your throat

"Yeah, I like you much better when you can't talk" he nodded, looking proud of himself.

"don't you even think about stopping" he growled, eyeing your lips as his fingers found their way inside your panties "if you do, so do I" he threatened, gathering some of your slick on his middle and ring finger and teasing your entrance with them

You moaned, but didn't need to be told twice as you resumed bobbing your head to suck on his digits.

"that's a good girl" he smirked in approval as he pushed his fingers inside of you, leaving you breathless.

"so wet for me" he murmured, kissing your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them just to the right spot "Such a good slut"

Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head with every movement of his skilled fingers, but you still tried to focus on your task, although his sucking on your neck really didn't help.

"aw, you're already coming aren't you" he cooed, feeling you tighten around him "poor baby" he continued, raising his head to look at you.

"you think you deserve to cum?" he asked, fastening his pace and causing your knees to buckle.

You eagerly nodded, giving him your best doe eyes

Yes I do, please,is what you would have said, if your mouth hadn't been so busy at the moment.

"yes? That's what you think?"

you nodded again

"We'll I don't" his movements cruelly came to a stop "all that teasing... that's not what good girls do now, do they?" he asked, his fingers leaving both your cunt and mouth.

"please" you begged, eyes suddenly teary

he chuckled "That's a sight I thought I'd never see, you begging me"

You wanted to punch him, but god, did you also want to come.

"please sodo" you prayed, bringing your hands to the tent in his pants "please" you breathed

"oh is that what you want? My cock?"

you nodded

"how come you don't use that mouth of yours when you should?"

"yes, sorry, yes, please fuck me"

"I don't know..." he taunted, but this time, you were ready to fight back.

"I know you want to" you spoke sultrily, slowly getting rid of your shirt "I know you've been dreaming about it since I first joined the band" You unhooked your bra and let it fall to your feet before slowly starting to stoke his erection "I know yo-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as he had gripped your hair, forcing your head up to look at him.

"You really are a fucking brat y'know" he grunted, suddenly turning you so that your head was pressed against the door "can't keep that mouth of yours shut for the life of you" he growled, as he undid his zipper.

His hand on your head traveled to the back of your neck, keeping you still, as his other hand gripped his cock and positioned it at your entrance.

"I'll see how you do with my cock deep inside you" he smirked, pushing into you without any warning.

"fuck" you screamed at the stretch. As much as he had gotten you ready, it still hurt deliciously.

" 'S too big for you?" he taunted, rolling his hips "I thought more of you sweetheart"

"shut up" you moaned, "just-please fucking move"

"don't have to ask twice" he snickered, as he started fucking you at a brutal pace.

"f-fuck- 'feels so-so good" you cried out, letting him use you like a doll.

You could feel him everywhere

"Yeah? Phantom makes you cry like this too, Swiss, any of the others?"

"So jealous..." you smiled, watching him from the corner of your eye.

He grunted as he slapped your ass in response "You really just can't help it, can you?" he asked, the hand on the back of your neck moving to the front of it and squeezing it tight.

A fire spread over your body, as a wave of pleasure took over you.

"look at you" he mocked "Finally fucking quiet" he murmured, bending down to whisper in your ear as his thrust didn't give signs of slowing "and all it took was my cock in your pussy and my hand around your throat" he bit your earlobe, making you cry out even louder "If I'd known, I would have done this a long time ago. Would have saved me so many headaches..."

And once again, the urge to punch him was overtaken by the need to come.

You were a mess. The only sound your throat could make were shameless moans as he pounded into you like it was his life-long duty to split you in fucking half.

"Such a good little slut for m-

A knock at the door distracted the both of you, but he didn't stop whatsoever.

"I FORGOT MY PHONE IN THERE!"

It was Swiss

"WE'RE BUSY!" Sodo yelled back, starting to fuck you harder again

"YEAH, I CAN HEAR. BUT I REALLY NEED IT"

A loud moan climbed your throat as Sodo's thumb found your clit.

You had a suspicion that was exactly his goal.

"GO THE FUCK AWAY"

"MAN C'MON I'M HAPPY YOU FINALLY FUCKED BUT I STILL NEED MY FUCKING PHONE"

You would have laughed if you hadn't been so cock drunk

"I SWEAR SWISS, IF YOU DON'T WALK AWAY RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU"

"FINE, BUT YOU OWE ME"

"WHATEVER, JUST GO!"

"I AM"

Your moans had gotten louder in the meantime, and your legs were shaking as your orgasm approached rapidly.

"Fuck- I can feel you squeezing me sweetheart" he groaned "you wanna cum?"

"Please" was all you could muster

"scream my name as loud as you fucking can, ok?"

You nodded,

"good girl" he kept his pace "Good. fucking. girl"

And at that, a wildfire ignited in your body as your orgasm took over every inch of your being.

You quite literally screamed his name as you came, and just as you started to recover from the life-changing climax, you felt him still inside of you, as thick ropes of his come filled you up to the brim.

He pulled out of you and all you could do was smile as you turned to him.

"swiss is pissed"

"yeah well, I don't give a shit, I just had the best fuck of my life"

"you'll have to make it up to him"

"I have no idea how"

"I do"

"do tell"

And at that, you giggled, as you raised yourself on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear

"we should let him join next time"

[pressureplus]

Can I request a sebastian x scene fem!reader? At first I was going to choose gyaru but someone already made it. Reader often visits Sebastian's shop to talk and Sebastian often asks about her scene style.

I got you brother, as a lover of the Scene/Gyaru styles myself, I'm gonna have some fun!

Your Name

Pairings: Sebastian Solace x Scene!Fem!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: Romance, Sebastian is bad at feelings

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“Its you again.” His voice is smooth and calm, hands clasped together the way they always are everytime you wander into his shop. You manage to wiggle your hips right on through and finally crawl into his shop. God these vents are an uncomfortable squeeze sometimes. You stand up, running your hands through your hair in a weak attempt to fix the mess as you walk over to Sebastian.

“Yeah, hey. My bad I know I promised Id be here sooner but my hair has been a-”

“Let me.” He hums and swats your hands away gently, you two more than friendly enough for him to touch you. Even though he wasn't particularly an overly touchy man he still allowed himself to reach out for you every now and then. Plus he didn't just shoot or throw you whenever you reached out to touch him either. What was special about you? You had no idea. A part of you assumed it had something to do with his curiosity. It seems he had never really seen somebody with your style before. The fluffier and ‘weird’ hair, the multicolored charms and jewelry you had on. He’d found you strange to begin with but eventually grew very very curious. All his questions leading him to requesting you come back so you could answer more at a later date. Now you come in whenever you can, now that you think about it, maybe its the familiarity he likes?

“You really should be more careful- I don't exactly have hair ties and hairspray laying around. Expendable or not, don't be clumsy and stupid.” He notes as his hands comb through your hair. His touch is gentle as he tries not to accidentally claw your scalp while fixing it for you. You're certain the position he’s bent himself into to do this for you can't be comfortable. Still you allow it. For a while you both remain silent, the closeness leaving you a little pink, not that he seems to notice.

“Ah, Im trying my best, but I swear Pandemonium has it out for me.”

“That bastard again?” You can almost watch his eye twitch as he huffs. His hands finally moving away from your head to reach into his bags. He sort of messes around with the items in there before managing to pull out a hair tie. Odd how despite claiming he doesn’t have one, he has one available for you? You're half expecting him to hand it to you, but no. He spins you around himself to tie it up for you.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting your hair out of your face. You want to survive, don't you?”

“Of course I do, but I mean…why are you putting it up for me? I have hands you know.”

“Your bracelets get caught sometimes. Don't think I haven't noticed that.” You pause.

“Youve been paying attention to me?”

“Whenever you're in my shop? Yes. I've got to watch everyone's hands, Y/N.” You sit in a shaken silence. He seems quick to join you and for a moment his hands still. He’s gone and called you by your name. You're fairly certain, based on the sudden stillness, that he didn't want you to know he knew it. At the very least he hadn't meant to call you that. You'd gotten aggressively called Expendable since the moment you signed up for this job. Honestly, your own name sounded foreign on his tongue. He clears his throat and finishes up with tying your hair back.

“Its done, you can leave now.”

“No wait- Dont you have questions for me today?”

“Nope.” He turns his head away, face red. His arms quickly crossing over his chest. A silently defensive position you've grown accustomed to whenever you push one too many buttons.

“Oh come on, don't be shy just because you called me by my name. I'm not gonna tease you for it!”

“Dont care. Get out.”

“Sebastian, come on! You were so happy to learn about my belt collection back at home just yesterday!”

“And I'm not today. You may leave, escort yourself out, remove yourself from the premises, or whatever terms you want to use.”

“You know considering I never told you my name in the first place, and you never cared enough to ask, you must've been looking for it.”

“No-”

“Have you been trying to find out my name, Sebastian? Clearly you managed it. Is it safe to assume you like me?” You attempt to tease him and he’s quick to shift himself down to your height again. A hand grabbing you by the front of your gear and tugging you up towards his face. A low rumbling growl emanating from him, teeth bared.

“I didn't go looking for it, and I certainly don't like you. Remember who you're…talking…” He trails off. His eyes locked on yours. He can't help the almost doe eyed expression he makes, his teeth no longer fully exposed and his mouth slightly ajar. As though he’d entirely lost his train of thought. From this close you could see every little fleck of blue in his eyes individually. Even glowing you could see the slightest of color changes.

“You uh…you alright?” You mutter as he stares. He’s slow when he releases you, his face pulling away a bit. A silence settles between you two for a moment before he speaks up again.

“Your eyeliner.”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you uh, always do it like that?”

[shinjisdone]

To Soften a Warrior's Heart (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn; Part 1)

Going insane over Vinland saga - and Thorfinn headcanons of him getting close/finding a friend (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻ (based on season 1, which I haven't even finished but its taking oVER MY BRAIN):

In which you have joined Askeladd's band...and grow closer to the Son of Thors. Though it is more difficult than anyone can could ever imagine...

[Headcanons of how it would be like to meet and crawl your way into Thorfinn's heart (based on season 1; both platonic and romantic)]

Part 2 is here - meeting Thorfinn at 16/17 years old and growing closer to him, slightly following s1 events

Part 3 is here - Thorfinn slowly feeling comfortable with you and considering you a friend

Part 4 is here - Thorfinn unwittingly opening his heart as he realizes he does not want you to die

Part 5.1 is here - sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 5.2 is here - other sweet htings Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 6 is here - Becoming Canute's guard while Thorfinn accepts your relationship and bond

Part 7 is here - Canute grieving over Ragnar and Thorkell catching up; Thorfinn leaves you alone for revenge

Part 8 is here - Thorfinn wins against Thorkell; Questioning your bond with Thorfinn

Part 9 is here - Meeting Leif and Thorfinn dueling Askeladd; Losing while Askeladd told him the truth of his constant losses

Part 10 is here - Thorfinn and you bound by heart; Promises of Vinland broken and abandoned

okay, okay, just bear with me here;;;;

We all know that Thorfinn throughout these 11 years has been alone AND lonely (even though I think he wouldn't be aware of it nor admit to it) even though he has been around Askeladd's band for so long. He's cold and crude, rejecting all kinds of possible connections, which at the end of the day cannot even be real connections considering all men there are war-loving warriors who live for the thrill of battle - and the one who doesn't is Askeladd, his father's murderer who uses Thorfinn as a tool.

So just - i m a g i n e with me. Thorfinn...building connections. Having a bond...while still being the piece of sht like he always is (I know that happens in season 2 (I think) but...just, let him have someone :,) No matter if platonic/romantic :,) Just...let this kid be okay;;;;)

[Mentions of murder, death, war, slave trade, violence against women and whatever awful things happened in the viking era. Only mentioned and used as examples. Mostly gender-neutral examples but female-leaning ones are there, too.]

Harsh beginnings (14 years old)

So, obviously, you'd have to meet while Thorfinn is still in the band. Having two children ranging from the age of 6-13 be vikings and kill people is....unlikely????? At least in the plot.

So here comes my brainrot and stupid headcanons but:

Either you meet where he was about 14 or when he was about 16-17 years old.

I think the later you meet him in these 11 years, the harder it is to build a connection, let alone trust with him since these cruel years have hardened his heart. And as a 14 y/o (or at least around that age range) Thorfinn was seen to be more willing to help civilians who he saw as bystanders (the english woman and daughter). He is NOT innocent at that age in any regard but perhaps during that time he still hadn't shackled that hopeful child in his heart.

You become part of the band for whatever reason. Your home was raided, you escaped slave trade or you see yourself as a warrior. Askeladd saw something useful in you - no matter if that was strength, wit, knowledge of foreign languages or talent for any skill that there is. You can be a useful chess piece and a good replacement for the men he had lost throughout the years. If not, it certainly won't be a loss for him.

Your reasons and goal for joining would not matter. You are just another face being here. Either you'll be here for a long time or not. It doesn't matter. Everyone dies. As long as it is Askeladd dying by Thorfinn's hand, he won't care for you.

The only thing that would be peculiar and worthy of his attention (at least for a moment) would be that you and him are about the same age - in this example, 14 years old.

I believe either Thorfinn wouldn't care after that and ignore you - or he would raise a brow and pout as usual, asking you what a kid his age is doing here. Are you a warrior? One his father would describe? In his dreams?

You can give him your reason (it just can't be revenge, that's his thing). For survival, for power, you're searching for someone/something or for simply wanting to be a viking. Thorfinn would shrug at this, thinking the more emotional/rational reasons just show how you're probably not the only one with such an ambition. The world is cruel and it seems like you're the product of its actions. If your reason is a bit more simpleminded or even selfish, he'd scoff at you.

Nevertheless, he would never think of you as stronger than him.

Perhaps due to his young age he would act more childish and irrational. Every comment you give needs a comeback, no matter if it is ill-mannered or just talking for the sake of talking. He'd find himself accidentally replying to you or even seeking conversation because you are about the same age as him. Never would he see you as a friend though. Thorfinn in general, no matter how old, is too absorbed in his thirst for revenge that it is hard to find a place for any other thing in his heart, both positve and negative.

In the morning, he trains to be able to kill Askeladd (which at that age, I believe duels with him are seldom due to his height and age). At midday, he hunts for himself to survive. At night, he is plagued by his dreams of his father. There isn't much place for anything else.

The boy would be more open to kind people in general. It happens unwittingly. Thorfinn doesn't truly seek out company but humans are social creatures, no matter how strong or stoic or cruel he may become. He's still a child before any of that.

However, he would find you odd to be kind and to be part of a viking band. Part of him believes you don't belong here. Another part prefers you like this.

You'd have to initiate conversations most of the time but younger Thorfinn might do so too, at least compared to when he is older. It usually concerns problems regarding the situation or questions about Askeladd and his decisions. Thorfinn is reluctant to tell you about Askeladd and his father and prefers to bark out brief explanations ("He's a bastard."; "He isn't my leader and I am not listening to him. I'm here to kill him so don't get in my way!").

Very open to criticize you but mostly about fighting stances or decisions made during battle. He thinks he doesn't know enough of what the right decision is with and about people (again, the incident with the English woman) or what it means to be a true warrior yet - a definition he won't be certain about even in the future. Instead he keeps his mouth shut about your moral choices and prefers to watch. The most he would do is ask you why you did that/said that. At best he'd inquire more, at worst he'd only hum, ponder about it for a minute before tossing the thought aside until a similar situation arrives.

BUT if you were to point out his flaws, ooohh, you can expect a snappy and bratty 'shut up!' from him real quick. The boy is defensive, especially when it comes to being a 'true warrior' or when he loses to Askeladd time and time again. If you try to help him with criticism, he'll brush it off or physically shove you away. It doesn't matter if you mean it in a condescending or helpful way, he wouldn't listen.

Regarding the battlefield, it truly depends on your talent and skills whether or not you'll be paired up with Thorfinn.

It's known Askeladd uses him as bait or to do the dirty work of the job but if he sees you as useful, he might pair you up. Again, it depends on the skills and situation.

Nevertheless, Thorfinn wouldn't like it.

He's used to work alone, too used even. He doesn't want and need help, in fact he believes you'd be a liability, which can partially be true. However, if Askeladd suggested it, surely he must have a plan...that's what most of you think at least.

Thorfinn would just cuss at the man, claiming his choice is stupid and he doesn't need help. He can do it alone.

The often you have a job together, the less he'll complain. He won't look forward to it (having you along doesn't make killing any more enjoyable no offense) but he'll silently agree. (Heavens forbid you mess up though. If you mess up and somehow survive, you'll surely get an earful of Thorfinn of how weak and useless you are, no matter what Askeladd might say. Just...be careful).

Now, they could be certain reactions/actions that might be different if you are female.

Female vikings were indeed real but their victories and deeds were not as often written down, at least compared to male vikings. Nevertheless, having a female, much less such a young one, a child, be part of a viking band (especially Askeladd's!) did leave a lot of the members with uneasiness and hanging jaws.

Thorfinn would raise both brows at that. Whether or not you are recruited did not matter and there wouldn't be much of a difference on how he would think of you and treat you - its just the fact that you are a girl makes him wonder to be frank.

I like to believe Thorfinn is very much aware of things. Of what it means to be a viking and what that could mean for a girl...not only the viking life but also just the lifes of women who just exist in this world.

Yet at the same time...he is kind of blunt. Thorfinn doesn't mince his words so he will directly ask you what the hell you are doing here. Don't you know it's dangerous?

A part of him thinks you're dumb for joining but another knows you probably have a good reason to. Perhaps this is your only way of survival, or whatever your goal is...

Still, he does not treat you any differently and he doesn't see a reason on why he should. He is aware but won't make any attempt to act different.

Maybe his criticisms will be more frequent and harsher because you are female. Why are you fighting? You aren't as strong as him. You think yourself a warrior? Girls don't fight. (Sometimes it goes into the bully boy logic where it's like 'duh, you cannot do thaaat. You're a guuuuurl'. Yes, he can be dumb like that. It happens not so often though - perhaps it comes from the life he used to have when he was younger. Where everything was easier and he always knew his sister and mother to be safe at home with father...and not fighting.)

He will be more harsh when pointing out your flaws when it comes to the battlefield. In general he wouldn't see you as stronger than him and he definietly would not if you are female. Later in due time he realizes that fighting for you probably means winning yet another day to live. So he shuts up after a while.

Afterwards he will only tell you to watch out.

As another young member of the band, you can expect the others to interact with you and comment on you as well. Things will most likely be the same as it was for Thorfinn, the men either giving neutral to mean-sounding comments, taunting you, or even be impressed by you due to you still being a child. None of them will be nice, as you can imagine though.

Some might even comment how you and Thorfinn are 'such good buddies!' The blonde will deny it with barks and shouts before going back on cleaning his dagger. No, you aren't 'buddies', you aren't 'friends'. You are just...someone tolerable to talk to and be with.

For whatever reason the thought of you two being friends bothers Thorfinn. He cannot explain why, it is an slightly uneasy feeling growing in his chest. Perhaps a defense mechanism or believing he cannot be close to people anymore. Either for his lack of trust in people or because the death of his father, who he was so close to, made him believe bonds aren't possible anymore. How can it be when something as close as a bond between a father and son was severed by the cruelty of men so easily?

Willingly calling you a friend...that's something Thorfinn can't do. Not yet.

Though you can imagine it gets worse when the band hops from 'buddies' to 'crushes'. The chances of that happening is very, very, very, very low but some newby birdbrain might think of calling you two that. The others would laugh while Thorfinn would point his dagger at the fool. He wouldn't outright hurt them, but he is definetly more pissed off than being called your 'friend'.

Thorfinn is here to kill Askeladd. He doesn't have time to 'play around' and 'catch feelings' and certainly doesn't have the time to listen to an idiot's rambles. The boy feels free to cut off their tongue though if they prattle for too long.

Again, if you're female, there will definitely be more comments about you, you can count on that. More taunting, more men looking down at you, calling you names and yes, grown men talking to/about an 14 y/o in disgusting ways. Sorry, but this was 1012 a.d and they are vikings.

Thorfinn is, as mentioned, very aware for his age. And while he will not make any attempts to help or protect you (he will in future once you become important enough), this behaviour will actually make him despise the band even more than he already does. There has always been a feeling of indifference for them. He could not care any less if they died right then and there but hearing and seeing this makes his blood boil. Even moreso if Askeladd does nothing to stop it.

They are not acting like true warriors in his eyes.

In general a younger Thorfinn would act more childish but more tolerable around you. He's defensive and brash and is usually very grumpy when responding to any kind of negativity. He is unwittingly open to kind people but is drowning in his obession of revenge at such an young age already, that the mere thought of you and him being friends (which is usually normal and easy for preteens) does not ever cross his mind. He cannot get a grasp on that concept, that's how deep he is in his revenge. Even if you do get along well it just - does not work for him. Please, don't blame him. The boy can't help it.

[Part 1 of so much brainrot. Vinland saga is living rent-free in my head. Askeladd...Thorfinn...PRINCE CANUTE OMG BRO THE MEANING OF LOVE I CANNOT-

...I just...need to talk about it...pls...it has become like air to me, I nEED TO TALK ABOUT IT]

[Part 2 will cover a little bit of your relationship when you're older but met when Thorfinn was about 14 y/o...and afterwards the difference when you meet at 16/17 y/o.

And man, the parts afterwards or whatever I'm gonna write whenever is gonna be aaaaalll about Canute's and Askeladd's journey and them being involved in your relationship with Thorfinn...not to mention HOW YOURE GONNA CRAWL YOUR WAY INTO THORFINNS HEART NO MATTER IF HE LIKES IT OR NOT. HE IS GONNA HAVE A FRIEND IM TELLING YOU]

[otherone12]

We Were Meant To Be, Supposed To Be

( Avril reference lol)

Frank Iero × Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! I took too long to write this, because I wasn't at home, so couldn't finish it. Also, i've changed the whole plot of this fic like three times, and I still thinking that's not good as I wanted. Anyways, i hope you enjoy :D

A/N 2: You guys want a Vampire x Reader fic? And with wich member?

Summary - You and Frank dated for a while before he joined MCR, but when you two decided to go separate ways, the different worlds didn’t work well together and you broke up. Years later, your lives collide again, but this time you’re not that young anymore. (This supposed to be a DD era Frank, but if you wanted to change it, be your guest).

- Word Count: 1.530

- Warnings: none

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st person POV

  I was walking down streets on my way to my work, like I do every single day. The large amount of people on the street got me a bit nervous, but I learned to pretend that they didn't exist. 

    The huge building where I work seems small when I enter through the automatic door and go to my even smaller office. I took my earphones and turned the radio on in my city’s broadcasting station. “.... and we're gonna rock this town, like we always do.” The voice that I heard sounded a bit familiar, but I couldn't tell who it was, 'cause of the noise from poor radio contact.   

    I tried harder to listen to what he’ll say, but he had already  finished the interview and the announcer said “Guys, that was Frank Iero telling us what we can expect from the My Chemical Romance concert next week. Thank you, Frank!”

    I got shocked. Why wasn't I able to recognize Frank's voice? It's been that long?

   Frank and I met at high school in our freshman year. We became best friends in about three months. Earlier than we expected, we were hanging out and holding hands. He was the best part of my highschool, probably because I was the most introverted person in the world, he is the opposite. Frank encouraged me to go to parties with him, to be less insecure, to be myself… I owe him all the chances I haven't let go since.

So, like all good things, we were over. He is a famous guitarist, touring through the whole world with his band, and I'm here. I went to college and became exactly what I wanted since I was a kid. 

    We were immature and broke up at the first trouble we had, we’ve been together for six years, and knew each other enough to know that we couldn’t handle a long distance relationship. Without any fight or discussion, we decided that was the end, and just didn’t talked anymore to not turn things harder than they almost were.

Moving on took me a few years, but no one of the people that I dated after Frank made me feel the way he did. Maybe we’re some kind of "meant to be'', and we threw our chance away, giving up that easy.

    The idea of Frank being here gave me the sensation of butterflies in my stomach, should i talk to him? No. I mean, I would like to see him, ask him if he thinks of me like I think of him. Maybe he's still trying to forget about us but incapable to do it, just like me. 

    I gave a brief look to the clock on the wall and noticed that I spent an hour just thinking of Frank, remembering our best moments. And just when I thought I reached the bottom, I felt a tear dripping down my face. 

    With my sleeve, I wiped that single tear in my cheek and keeped working. 

    The rest of the day was gray, the color of the clouds coincidently matched with my feelings. At home, I dropped myself in my bed and turned the tv on, with a desperate yearn to keep my mind out of my old memories. In a few minutes I fell asleep. 

*** time skip ***

  Next day, I decided that I would enjoy myself in some cool place. So at 9pm I put on my best clothes and went to my favorite bar. The place still the same since the last time i went there

   The low lights inside the bar almost made me stumble but I held on to the door before falling.

Like always, the place was crowded and the mix of people talking and the small band who were playing reminded me why I definitely prefer to stay at home instead of going out. Don’t get me wrong, the band was good, I only hate this amount of noise. 

    I took a seat by the side of a group of four men, but it was too dark to see their faces. I avoided looking at any of them for a long time, so it wouldn't look like I was flirting or something.

    - Hey! It's been a long time since the last time you’ve been here. - I used to come here so often that I became friends with the bartender - How’s it going?

   - Great i think, just a bit down this week. - I tell him, with a heavy sight - But I'm here to relax, so, gimme the same as always.

   - Right away, dear! 

   The bartender called my name after some minutes to give me my drink, and I felt the back of my neck burn, like I was being watched. Slowly, I turned around and the four guys were looking at me. My eyes, now accustomed with the dim place, could recognize their faces. I forgot how to breathe when I realized who they were.  

  - Holy shit! I thought I heard your voice, but then I thought that I was getting insane - The man closer to me said, and a silly smile appeared on my face. - You remember me, right, darling?

    - How could I forget you, Frank? - I took a sip of my drink, still smiling. - And, believe me, I tried so fucking hard to.

    - So do I… 

    He took a deep breath and his gaze showed that he missed me as much as I missed him. 

    - When he knew that we’ll be doing some concerts here, he started to talk about you and didn’t stop - Ray said, giggling, while Frank gave him a deathly look. - Well, good to see you again, by the way!

    - Same, guys! - I looked at all of them and nodded, drinking again. - Eight years is too long, but at the same time it seems like it was just a week ago. 

    - Ain’t that the truth? Damn! - Frank didn’t stop to look at me as of the beginning of the conversation. If he keeps doing this, I'll end up kissing him. - You’re pretty as always. ya know?

    My world just tumbled down with his sentence. He used to say this daily to me, in the same way. I gasped and, just like a movie, I saw him, a sixteen boy sitting by my side at the school’s refectory saying this to me for the first time. 

    Ray, Gerard and Mikey walked away to the other side of the bar and Frank stood up when I didn’t respond. Unable to say anything, I just looked at his hazel eyes and felt him getting closer. The feeling of panic washed my body with the sensation of his lips on mine. His hands runned through my body and his tongue entwined in mine. 

    All this eight fucking years trying to get over him, and he made all of this be in vain. I missed his touch more than I could even imagine. 

    I lost my fingers in his hair and when we both were breathless, we pulled up and just looked at each other.

    - Shit, how I missed you! - Frank said, holding my waist. - Wanna take a walk outside?

    - Sure. 

    We walked at the door, letting all the noise behind. The cold air of the night reached my face and I shivered, my mind was so confused that I barely noticed that Frank was holding my hand. 

    - So… I don't even know how to start to say how much I regret leaving you.   

    He was looking down, and I've never heard him so serious before.

    - You didn’t leave me. It was consensual. 

    - Yeah, but.. but I blame myself every day for not insisting on continuing with you. - He whined with an evident remorse in his voice. The regretful tone of his sigh was painful for me to hear.

    - Wasn’t your fault, Frank. We were both immature. - I let go of his hand and put my arm around his neck, in an attempt to comfort him. I wish someone had told me the same thing I said to Frank. After he’s gone I felt as guilty as him, and it lasted all these years. - Altrought we can try again, ‘cause we made it clear to each other that we still have mutual feelings.

    - You’re right, but how is this gonna work? - We stopped walking and Frank looked at me. His confused gaze turned sad and worried as the next words left his mouth.  - You have your life here, and my music is my life so… 

   - Maybe we can try that long distance thing… - A little unsure of what he would think of the idea, I tried to accept the only possible option for our situation. - Seeing each other when you were not on a tour, spending holidays together, calling and texting each other every day...

    - Sounds like an idea to me.

    He smiled and pulled me closer to a kiss, this time i wasn’t worried about all that shit. I let the moment ride me and a hopeful sensation warmed my body even more than Frank’s hands on my face and hips. I felt on fire when the kiss turned deeper. 

    - Are you sure that you wanna try to do this? - I broke the kiss for an instant. 

    - I’m on there, baby! 

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~So... that's it. lemme know if you enjoyed ;)

[imperator-titus]

Ghost from the Past [Part 2]

once again, very rough, subject to change. I haven't fully decided if I want to integrate a tav/gale thing. I really want to try a run with Eletha with the poly mod, but I don't want to mod my game until I've finished honor mode (or beef this run because I've gotten to act 3 this time) I haven't fully gotten Gale's... tone and mannerisms right. I feel like I need to relearn Astarion's early personality. I'm still tweaking Eletha's story/background/mannerisms. I'm experimenting with in-game conversation timings and just... obviously making shit up

I'm hesitant to tag this gale content yet lmao I probably wont unless it ends up being tav/gale or he's like REALLY prominent

anyway, I hope you enjoy this bit

[edit: just did some cleaning up on the "administrative" side of things now that the title is official and all]

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“What’s your secret?” Astarion asked Gale as they both sat in camp while others were out.

“What secret is that?”

“Why Eletha likes you.”

“Does she? I never noticed.”

“She’s ice cold to everyone else.”

“You must be thinking of someone else. Eletha is quite kind to everyone, until they prove they don't deserve it.”

“Fine. She’s ice cold to me, and she already knows me!”

“Have you considered that you gave her ample reason to be cold to you? Besides, she's not always angry with you.”

“How do you mean?”

“She sometimes laughs at your quips, or looks at you fondly.”

“If you can see that…” 

Later that evening, after they'd eaten and started turning in, Astarion approached Eletha.

“No need to sleep on the disgusting ground like a dog, dar- you,” he tried to coo, remembering a little too late how she prickled at his pet names. “You should join me in my tent. You would find it much more comfortable.”

“No thank you, I’m quite comfortable as it is.”

“On a bunch of grass and blankets?” He asked indignantly. After she hummed in acknowledgement, he approached so he couldn't be overheard. “The other day you said… that if I asked… well, this is me asking.”

She eyed him, but not exactly in a hateful way. Maybe Gale was right. “I'm not hearing much asking.”

“Maybe you could come to my tent, where I could ask you properly?” She followed him without much of a fight. “Would you… let me have some of your blood? Just a bit. Just to… sharpen the senses.”

“I’m aware. I knew a woman once,” Eletha explained as she pulled out her knife. He watched as she held the tip above the candle in his tent, sanitizing it.

“Should I assume you're doing this because we were… friends?” Eletha stopped what she was doing, took a deep, deep breath, and let it out in a long sigh.

“Yes. We were friends. Close friends.” “Look. I’m sorry I'm being coarse with you. Turns out, it's easy to think you've let something go until you actually have to look it in the face.”

“Well… I’m sure I deserve it,” he said sadly. She actually believed him and that hurt more than the cuts she made in the underside of her forearm.

“Not really. Now are we doing this or what?”

“I was hoping for your neck, but…” he carefully took hold of her arm like it was a precious heirloom, “blood is blood, I suppose.”

“The last time your mouth was on my neck wasn’t exactly a fond memory.” Despite this, she seemed unbothered by this offering.

He didn’t bother finding a response, the scent of her blood almost maddening. Lost in its taste, its power, he only stopped when he felt the sharp snap of her flicking his forehead. As he wiped off his face, he watched a little too intensely as she sealed the wounds with her heated knife. He met her eyes with rare earnestness.

“I won't forget this.” Eletha gave him a look that made him chuckle. “Well. Not anytime soon.”

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Gale was right, Eletha was kind. Maybe too kind for his liking. Astarion would sigh in disappointment whenever she offered to help some poor idiot. Inevitably, she would give him a harrowing stare over her shoulder, he’d go ‘fine’, then she’d smile and move on. 

She defended him, vouched for him, when he came out to the group as a vampire. She made him ask, which was a little humiliating for someone like him, but she spared some blood for him. She doted on them all like a grandmother, practically pinching cheeks and shoving food in their mouths. Of course, she had to be quite a bit older than them, considering she knew him long enough ago that he couldn’t remember her. He’d forgotten a lot of things, though…

Eletha was acting cagey for the past few days. Lae’zel accused her of being a spy for these Absolutist weirdos. She promised to explain soon.

On the road, Astarion readied his bow suddenly, the only one to hear a subtle sound in the underbrush while the others were deep in discussion. They all stopped and trained their ears and eyes on what he heard.

The bushes rustled. He pulled back. He let go.

“No!” Eletha cried. His arrow sank into her back, above the shoulder blade. It was inches away from slicing open her neck. Astarion was frozen in horror.

Eletha didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she was laughing, playing with the bear that came out of the brush. It looked more like a pack animal than a bear, a leather harness strapped to its back to carry bags of things.

“Bonnet, my sweet girl!” she cooed, scritching the animal’s face. “You found me! What a good girl!”

“When you said you had a companion I was imagining a more… dog-like animal,” Wyll remarked uncertainly, a slight chuckle in his voice.

“At least it wasn’t a wolf,” Shadowheart said thankfully, approaching Eletha to deal with the arrow. She shot Astarion a look. “Are you going to apologize?”

“I-” he started, finally coming to. He was ready to apologize, but then scoffed and rolled his eyes. “It’s her fault, she jumped in the way!”

“You’re impossible.”

“Hey, let’s go back to camp,” Eletha said happily, trying to free herself from the bear’s affection. “Bonnet doesn’t fight, so I’d like to take her back and take all this stuff off her.”

“You should rest your shoulder, too,” Shadowheart reminded her, a suspicious squint to her eyes. Eletha actually seemed surprised to see the arrow’s shaft wiggling in the corner of her vision.

“Oh! I barely noticed.”

“How could you barely notice…” Wyll muttered to himself, a little horrified.

“I’ll explain after dinner. Let’s get going.”

True to her word, Eletha stood before them all.

“Look, this isn’t that serious, especially considering… One of you is a bomb, another is a vampire, one has made literal deals with devils, and, ya know, Karlach set a building on fire.” A few chuckles sounded around the fire, easing the tensions. “That’s all to say… I’m cursed.”

“What kind of curse? Where did it come from? How long have you had it?” Gale asked, a mix of excitement and seriousness.

“Well, I guess it’s not so much a curse as a… side effect? I made a deal with a fey and my payment is… I burst into flames during the new moon.”

Silence covered the campfire. Wyll opened his mouth to comment, but then thought better of it. Without waiting for anyone to say anything, she continued, rather happily.

“Yeah, so, tonight’s the new moon so I’m gonna… be naked and on fire next to the river all night.” She gave the sky a quick glance and started undoing the laces of her boots. “Kinda cutting it close, but we’ll be alright. Worst case, need to find new small clothes…”

“Wait, seriously? You’re just going to be on fire all night?” Karlach asked, the situation just sinking in. “Won’t that… hurt?”

“Oh, yes, it’s excruciating. I got used to it a while ago though.” Eletha got down to her underwear before some of them started turning colors and looking away. “Sorry. Been a while since I’ve had an audience. Forgot some people are shy.”

Karlach held up a hand like a child in class. Eletha pointed at her and she asked, “Do you think we could… touch each other? While you’re on fire?”

“Oh, that’s a good question…” Eletha rubbed her chin in thought. Then she held out her hand, palm flat, fingers to the sky. “High five!”

Karlach carefully smacked her palm against Eletha’s. The elf didn’t yell like Karlach expected, just shook it off. “We’ll try again when the sun goes down.”

They didn’t wait long, the sun was already low in the sky when she got ready for her fiery transformation. They were all varying levels of curious. Eletha seemed more bored than anything. It was an incredibly novel experience by now.

Then it started. Her blue-pale skin reddened, then split, and from those cracks came white flames. They grew and spread until her whole body was covered in an even level of fire, like a very weird wick. The hair on her head quickly turned to ash and blew away, as did her underwear. Excitedly, Eletha once again offered Karlach her hand.

They high-fived. They shook hands. They exchanged playful punches. With each experimental touch, Karlach grew more ecstatic. Eventually, she scooped Eletha up and crushed her in a massive hug.

“I can’t believe it! I’m touching someone!”

“You hug me any tighter, you might put me out,” Eletha wheezed. Karlach loosened her grip. “You gotta refer me to your tailor. I’d combust for some fire-proof clothes.”

“You’re so funny!” Karlach cried, literally in tears.

After everyone went off to bed and Karlach finally tired herself out from having a new non-flammable friend, Eletha sat on the cool sand of the riverbank, looking much like a small bonfire. 

“Mind if I join you for a bit?” Gale asked, startling her. He didn’t exactly employ a silent step. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“No, it’s just-” Eletha wiggled a finger by her ear. “It’s loud.”

“I imagine the sound of ones own ears burning like the edges of a nice roast is quite… distracting. Luckily, most people wouldn’t hear it for long.” Eletha chuckled, a little bit exaggerated in order to be heard. “Ah! You didn’t take offense.”

“I have a thick skin.” Gale laughed, but it seemed to surprise him.

“I’m curious; what will you look like in the morning?”

“No hair. My skin will be normal, but tender. Recent burns tend to go away, but unfortunately- or fortunately, if that’s how you choose to see it- old scars don’t go away.”

“Fascinating…” Gale considered some things as they sat in relative silence. “What was it? For which you are so afflicted.”

“We don’t know each other well enough for that.”

“A fair answer.” After a moment of him scratching his chin, Eletha said, “Peace of mind.”

“Mm… a rare thing. Was it worth it?”

Eletha shrugged casually. “Sometimes. A lot of the time? It’s not really relevant. But when it is? I’m really glad. And by now, I’m used to it. Sometimes it’s fun. I’m a folk monster somewhere near Arabel.”

“Do tell.”

“Age-old story. Drunk village men, doing whatever it is humans do in the woods. Be drunk, fight, make a mess. They see me, white dancing flame, lose their minds. By the time I pass through town, trying to trade pelts and such, they’ve already distributed some story about a fire elemental on the loose. I come through maybe a hundred years later, still scaring kids with stories about the scary fire demon.”

“I’m sure a bard could dress it up for you.”

“I’m not really one for stories, though I’ve had a few adventures. Wyll has me beat, though. I’m just much older.”

“I am sure this one will prove to be worth recounting in many a tavern some day.” He chuckled nervously. “I came here hoping to thank you for helping me. I suppose you… understand some of my plight.”

“We all have our burdens. You’re my friend, don’t worry about it.”

“Ah… friend? Hmm… I like the sound of that. It has been a long time since I have made a friend.”

“I understand quite well. I would shake your hand, but…”

“Yes, this camp isn’t big enough for three humanoid torches.” Gale smiled and then laughed at his own joke.

“Go to bed, Bhin. Young’uns might be full of energy, but they still need their rest.”

“Quite right. Good night, Eletha. I hope you burn a little less tonight.”

While trying to go to sleep, Gale would realize how dumb that sounded. The sentiment, however, was received in the manner it was meant.

[hyeongjunbae]

xdinary heroes when you're sick !!

pairing: ot6!xh x gn!reader word count: 787 warnings: slight cursing, mention of sickness, medicine a/n: be careful not to catch a cold and wear warm clothes !! (don't be like me, i literally wrote this after taking my third medicine of the day) also, i will try to catch up with the requests as quickly as i can! anyway, enjoy reading! ♡

― gunil :

• when you're sick, he's your "go-to person" because he definitely knows what he’s doing • so you texted him right away that you’re not feeling well • he’d handle the situation very calmly • will do everything for you, including taking your temperature, preparing food, and making sure that you have enough blankets to keep you warm :( • he would even feed you :( • you know how he always says “here goes airplane~ hyuuu~” whenever he's trying to feed someone, right? he’d do that for you too <//3 • would rush to buy you medicine if you need any • doesn't forget to buy you little gifts when he goes out to lift your mood up • “i bought this plushie because it made me think of you. isn't it adorable?”

(rest of the members under the cut! ♡)

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― jungsu:

• you guys were having a sleepover at your house and watching a movie peacefully • but he noticed that you kept coughing • VERY VERY WORRIED • keep checking on you and bring you what you needed • never leaves your side in case you need something • literally watching you 24/7 !! • will do everything you asked him to do while complaining the entire time about how it was your fault you got sick in the first place • “see y/n? i told you to wear your jacket or you’d would get sick, didn’t i?” • 8.5/10 just because of the nagging

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― gaon:

• he knew something wasn’t right when you didn't show up to watch the band practice • he will call you during the break, and you don't have to say you are sick because he can tell by the way you sound <//3 • immediately leaves the practice to go to your place • he sees you lying on your bed all alone and he feels bad • so he joins you lol • no matter how many times you told him not to because he could get sick too, he would still kiss and hug you • spoiler alert: he ends up getting sick • "jiseok, i told you that you'd get sick." •  “what do you mean, babe? i’m not sick! *coughs*” • “yeah, sure, whatever makes you sleep at night.”  • at the end of the day, you two had to call gunil to take care of you two

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― o.de:

• you woke up not feeling well after caring for your sick boyfriend the day before • he feels so bad because he’s the reason why you got sick in the first place • he won’t stop apologizing :( • won't let you lift a finger and whines when you try to do things on your own, and he will not hesitate to drag you back to your bed • you don't have to tell him what you need, because he already knows and will give it to you before you say it • “babe, i already turned the tv one but if you don’t feel like watching anything then we can do something else. oh, and also-” • “seungmin, just shut up and cuddle me already !?” • he doesn't mind getting sick again at all. you need hugs, and he wants them too, so who is he to say no to that?

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― junhan:

• he facetimed you to tell you about the new anime he had started watching • but the last thing he expected to see was you with a blanket over your head, a puffy face, a red nose from wiping it, and a lot of tissues all around you. • his heart dropped when he saw you like that <//3 • is at your door in no time with your favorite snacks • will cook for you and feed you because you are too lazy to get out of bed • he tucks you in after you've finished eating and taking your medications • and continues to talk about his anime until you fall asleep • “i love how they helped each other to find their passion for- oh, i haven't even finished talking about the characters and you've already fallen asleep... anyway, rest well y/n.”

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― jooyeon:

• you called him to cancel your date bc you weren’t feeling well • he was already at your door half an hour later • he would be so worried :( • you are usually the one who takes care of him, so he would panic • he does not know what to do, so he just googles it • he lost it when he decided to look up your symptoms • because google always tells you that you have throat cancer and only have 3 days to live, even though you only searched for 'sore throat' • “HOLY SHIT Y/N YOU ONLY HAVE TWO WEEKS TO LIVE !!" • “what the heck jooyeon? i just caught a cold !?" • after making sure that you’re not dying, he calls his mom for help lol

— taglist !! : @dazzlingligth, @jisungie-han, @takilovesruru, @hwiluvbot &lt;3

[chericherixo]

She's Yours, You're Mine part three [fluff]

Draco x Fem!Reader

Draco is arranged to marry Astoria, but all he's ever wanted is you.

Words: 1074 Contains: confessions, cheating (?)

Notes: all characters are 18+, reader's house is not specified yet.

:2

A week later

You sat in potions, actively tapping your foot as others walked in. Draco was in this class with you, and you hadn't seen him since the almost-kiss in the greenhouses. Although, you weren't sure that he was actually leaning in to kiss you or if you were just imagining it, but you freaked out and ran out, not wanting to think about him cheating on Astoria. Arranged or not, they were in a relationship.

Everyone took their places at their cauldrons while the professor went over a few things and set the class loose to practice Veritaserum.

It was only a few moments into work time before Draco walked in nervously. We locked eyes then quickly looked away from each other.

"Ah! Mr. Malfoy. Nice of you to join us. If you'd take your place by ms. y/l/n, you can get started on the Veritaserum potion. Let me know when you are finished." The Professor spoke and Draco nodded. He set his bag down and turned the fire on his cauldron.

You two worked without looking at each other once, two embarrassed. Though, it didn't mean Draco wanted to look at you any less. He ached to look at you, to touch you again, even in just a hug. He felt horrible after you had left him, and all the warmth he felt ran off with you. He was worried he had messed things up, moving too fast or assuming you felt the same.

You turned to grab ingredients from the pantry and he took this as he opportunity to talk to you alone. He followed you in, "Y/n?"

You turned to look at him, remorse filling your eyes, "Draco, I'm sorry-"

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you in that position and I really don't want you to hate me. I just wanted to talk to you and I guess I wasn't feeling the best and-"

"Draco. It's ok." You nodded, "It's not your fault. I would've kissed you but.. Astoria. You two are together, and I don't want to get involved in that.."

"Believe me, if I could get her away from me I would but- she's always around me, and yet she still treats me like shit-" He cut himself off, "I wish I could love her, I really do, but I'll never look at her like I look at you." He admitted and looked down at the floor.

You were stunned, not expecting him to have such an infatuation with you after all these years.

"I- I can't do this right now.. um- can we talk after class? Somewhere alone? Before someone else comes in here." Your mouth stays open and he walks out, leaving you to finish gathering the ingredients you came for, though you could barely remember what they were.

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After class

Draco waited outside the classroom while you gathered your things. When you were ready, you both walked silently by each other, down onto the open Hogwarts grounds, just outside the quidditch pitch.

When he was sure there was nobody else around, he spoke up. "Y/n, I know I'm being stupid right now, but I need you to know that I wasn't intending to run into you that night, I was just trying to clear my head and- I usually go to the greenhouses to do that."

"I really wanted to kiss you." You said softly, "But I don't know you anymore.. what's your favorite hobby?"

He was surprised at the turn of topics, but didn't mind it. That's what he loved about you. You had an ability to make anyone feel comfortable. "Um- I don't really know. I haven't had much free time lately."

"Well there has to be something."

He tried to think. Any moment he had was spent on school work, and if not that, then pleasing his fiancee with shopping sprees or staring out windows. Rather sad the more he thought about it.

"I really can't think of anything." A saddened look spread across your face as he admitted this, and you tried to think of something for him.

"Do you remember when we used to explore around those old catacombs in Feldcroft? And how excited we got when we'd find old bones." He smiled at the memory,

"Yea, I do."

"Or when you tried to teach me to skip stones across the black lake. I finally learned you know." You exclaimed and smiled proudly, "I learned the summer before 5th year, I was determined to beat your record."

You both walked in silence for a little longer before he stopped and turned to you. "I desperately want to be around you. All the time. And I don't know why, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we stopped talking. I wanted to find a way to make it up to you, but you were always with some other guy or buried in a book studying or with your friends- I didn't know how to get into your life again without Astoria or even my parents finding out because merlin knows they find out about everything happening in this school."

"Shit-" You kissed him. So suddenly, so unprovoked, his eyes were wide before he sunk into the kiss and brought his hands to your waist. You felt the emotion in the way he kissed back and the longing finally being released. He pulled you closer as the kiss became more passionate. You pulled away for a moment to get some air.

"We shouldn't do this but-" Another kiss, "nobody has to know.." You continued to make out before realizing just how out in the open the two of you were. "We should get back."

"Yea- yea, we should."

"Meet here tomorrow though?" you questioned quietly and Draco smiled widely,

"Of course." He nodded.

---------

This would become a daily thing between you two, and as cheesy as it was, you'd meet up behind the pitch and make out after class. Nobody would have to know, and you were able to rekindle the relationship you two had, but romantically.

He hadn't felt this much contentment or freedom in years, and he had you to thank for that. Everything seemed just a little warmer, and suddenly the days didn't seem so slow. He stopped crying and made an effort in his classes again.

Everything was okay again, just as long as Astoria didn't find out.

[stormsbourne]

Top five final fantasy characters recruited after the first act finishes

this is interesting because it makes me piece out when the end of act 1 is for various final fantasies. here are some thoughts in no particular order:

yuffie kisaragi, specifically the remake/rebirth version. I was never one of those people who despised yuffie (though I did always find .... yufficent?? vinfie??? vincent x yuffie nonsensical), but the remake did a number on this girl. she is unironically among my favorites. I love her. she joins maybe a good third of the way into rebirth, in addition to not being in remake at all outside of the dlc. you really get a sense of her bitterness about wutai (specifically this game's version of wutai), her loyalty to her home, and even her materia-grubbing nonsense is dialed up in a fun way. she's also very funny and very adorable. chocobo, choco choco chocobo, I'm on a chocobo, you're on a chocobo! also loved all the "team babies" sidequests with her and red interacting.

joshua rosfield. now listen. sure. technically there is no party in ff16, something that did honestly really let me down, but you can see the outline of what could have been and he is a party member in all but name. perhaps even THE party member. he is up to his own shit the entire game, extremely sweet and gentle and smart as a whip, the way he is the person directly acting to keep clive from finding him too soon? it's damn good

kain highwind. alright. listen again. sure this guy starts with you. he leaves immediately. he rejoins and then leaves again and the second time, I believe it's stated/implied (it's been a long time since I played ff4) that his time with you was effectively as a mole/spy. and then when he really rejoins you for real-reals you can tell he feels like absolute shit and wishes he was dead. he truly despises that his possessive jealousy (of both cecil and rosa I would argue) was used as a weapon against those very same people. this leads to some pure shenanigans in the sequel from what I understand, but this guy is so fucking ashamed. peak dog wandering behind the party with his tail ALL the way between his legs

auron. tbh I still feel this is a somewhat cringe pick but I like the guy. you get the sense, after you know what all is going on, of the way he's seen his worldview dismantled to give way to the sacrificial cycle of spira. when he finally lets himself truly go to the farplane at the end you can almost feel his satisfaction. also he's forever mourning his two dead boyfriends (one is not dead but IS stuck as a giant kaiju whale so.) and he gives the pre-yunalesca speech which I feel is a major turning point for a TON of the cast and obviously the plot in general

celes .... I think my feelings on her have cooled a lot since I haven't played ff6 in a long, long time, but it's very fun that she gets to be the party leader in the last bit of the game, rushed and mistranslated as it is. I also think it's just genuinely quite fun to have the enemy defector as a party member. see above ponderings on kain, but celes isn't a dog with her tail between her legs, she's determined to make things right and less than able to compromise

some misc notes

rebirth cait sith almost makes this list. he's so fucking good. he joins later than yuffie and you not only get a sense of this guy as a cartoon mascot fortunetelling cat, but also about the sheer grimace.jpg going on with reeve behind the scenes. he's so emotive, he seems to have a genuine personality and worldview, and also, reeve always needed more attention to really sell him. the bit with reeve photoshopping the poster is so good. I trust that The End Of Rebirth is going to make this guy/cat reevaluate his life and decide firmly that team avalanche is the name to back.

I've also got high hopes for what remake pt 3 is going to do for cid and vincent. cid especially needs it. vincent, like yuffie, is a victim of deadline and money cutting his presence down significantly, but cid? cid has a pretty nasty legacy of beating his live-in non-wife and drinking all the time. he's already on good ground in rebirth and I'm interested to see what the game does with him.

did you know how many ffs acquire the entire party before the end of act 1? not to mention how hard the acts often are to define! I'd argue end of act 1 for ff8 is the edea parade and everybody is already there! where do you put the act break in ff10? (the blitz game imo, which means auron technically counts as act 1, but .... ??? what about the canyon where a gajillion people die including the gay crusaders? or macalania??) does act 1 of ff7 end when you leave midgar? when you get the tiny bronco? when aerith dies? is act 1 of ff6 where the world of ruin starts or?? (I'd argue the doma poisoning because that is very noticeably when shit gets Real but)

I did not allow myself to put ff14 because it's extremely complicated but the answer for that one is g'raha tia. obviously. come on

or alisaie. shit. how can I choose

[bluiex]

I won't ever finish the Cult Au at this rate, damn word deleting my everything.

But I can share some Father Spore Cult AU things I was going to write.

-

Mumbo had been working for a few days now on the house fixing up and painting. Today was one of the days that Scar and Grian were both over helping him paint the kitchen. Going for more colorful in there with sunny yellow walls and soft sage green cabinets. They were mostly chatting, as Scar was asking about Mumbo while Grian listened.

"My dad and mom lived in the city all there lives, I was born and raised there. And we often went out to a country home to spend Holidays with the family." Mumbo told them as he worked on the fixtures. "My dad wasn't a wealthy man, despite how we looked. Where his brother went into business and carpentry, and other things, My dad opted to play trumpet for crowds. He made money enough to get by with our modest apartment." a faint smile on his face.

Mumbo tested the strength of the screws and laughed softly, "There are days I don't understand it, why he chose to live the life he did when he could have made a job at one of his brother's firms... making better money." he continued, then scoffed to himself. "I still think about it though."

A pause after that before Mumbo got up and smiled at Scar as he went over and helped Grian finished making tea. "But," he said, "he always smiled more than his brothers and family, never was a sad day for him, always a joke on his lips and a laugh."

Then Mumbo grinned, "Plus, everyone came to our cabin for all the holidays, after my grandparents gave it to him. Guess that says alot." he picked up a tea cup and then laughed lightly.

"Why am I tell you two all these things?" Mumbo shook his head as he gave Scar his cup.

Scar grinned at him as he sat with them at the table, "Because I asked." he said back simply with a laugh of his own. That he did, Scar started talking about some memories of his, and then asked Mumbo about his family.

"Well I know, but... why did I answer?" Mumbo made a face of confusion, he didn't know why he answered the others questions, or why he liked it when some of them made Grian cackle, or Scar to let out his window wiper wheeze.

He always did feel at ease around the two when they were here helping him fix up the place. They made him feel welcome and special, chatting away about meaningless topics and just enjoying their company. Mumbo hadn't felt like this in a long time.

"Can I ask you both something? It's a thing you told me once before, when showing me around." Mumbo looked at them as Grian sat beside him.

"Shoot!" Grian said in a chipper tone as he chewed on the cookies that Gem gave them.

Gazing at them curiously, Mumbo hummed, "Do you both really believe life is shaped by the yeses over the nos?" he asked them.

Scar had once said that to him, that life tend to revolve around what you say yes to over what you say no too. As the yeses matter more, and impact you more. Smiling faintly, Scar nodded along with Grian, "Oh we absolutely do." he said in a firm and happy tone.

Looking back at his cup Mumbo let out a soft laugh, "I haven't really said 'yes' to much in my life... my mom said I let opportunities pass me by." he admits, eyes cast to the soft amber liquid in the cup.

A hand touched his as he looked over at Grian's smile, "Well, you're not wasting this one at least... everyone here likes you, including us." he promised, which did make Mumbo smile.

That was reassuring, and he really did like this place too. Mumbo could see himself staying here for the long term.

-

I wanted to slowly build up Mumbo falling in love with them as the strange things happened each night. Until the night he was out too late and saw something he shouldn't have.

And in a way have Scarian slowly manipulating Mumbo to saying 'Yes' to joining their mushroom cult later.

Akajdjd Bouta beat up the program deleting your work

But this is so good! Ugh a slow burn of Mumbo falling for them? Getting him to say yes? And the way they interact in this small blurb is just *chefs kiss* I absolutely adore your dialog and pacing

[suzume-umi]

You are my safe place

Chapter 1.

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader

Trope: Friends to lovers (I guess)

Genre: romance, angst at some point.

Sorry just wanted to fullfil my delulest desires with this. English is not my first language. I wote this in spanish to have some fun and later decided to post it in case someone might find it entertaining so forgive me if there are some mistakes.

I wake up in my small studio. It's raining. The weather has been horrible these past few days, almost as if it was trying to warn me of what was about to happen.

I eat my breakfast and get ready as quickly as I can. I'm short on time since, as always, I've postponed the alarm too many times, but I try not to punish myself too much for it.

I gather my things and leave my mini studio. I get on the subway, which is especially crowded due to the rain, and head to work. When I get off I walk for 5 minutes and finally arrive at my company. I greet and smile at everyone I pass by. When I finally open the door to the infirmary I sigh and relax. I may be a nurse, but I love the quiet and enjoy my time alone.

As soon as I arrive I star to work. Today is an important day since it's time for the boys' check-up. I still have an hour until the first one arrives, so I write to Nolan, my situationship, I guess. I met him when I joined the company as a nurse, at the first party I attended. He immediately approached me because, apparently, I looked "uncomfortable" and "out of place" and he wanted to include me in the team, in his own words. After that we exchanged numbers and started talking quite often. From time to time we would also meet up, although always at his house despite my multiple attempts to have dates that did not include sex involved.

I say good morning and wait for a response that doesn't come. Lately he's been a slow texter, but when I asked him why, he assured me that everything was fine, that he was just trying not to be on the phone so much.

I stare at my phone when someone knocks on the door. Wooyoung walks in and sits on the chair on the other side of the table. He automatically smiled at me and I do the same.

- How are you Y/N?

- Good and you? - I look at the hour in the computer on the table in front of me - You've come too soon. Is there a problem?

-None. I just had a little free time before the checkup. -Wooyoung stares at me, as if he were looking for something-Were you able to get some sleep?

-Ah, so you were analyzing my dark circles.- I smile.

- You don't have any. You look fresh as a rose. But we finished talking at 3 in the morning so I was worried. - He pouts.

- But our conversation was too interesting, I couldn't just abandon you. -I respond, corresponding his pout. - Seriously now, I'm fine even though I haven't slept much. Don't worry.

Wooyoung smiles again, something he's been doing since he walked through the door. But that perpetual smile fades when he looks at my cell phone.

- You're waiting for him to answer you, right?- He asks me with a stern face.

- It is that obvious?

- A bit. You were turning your phone on and off when I came in. -Now he looks sad. - Y/N, let me give you some advice, again, stop talking and seeing him. He's not trustworthy. I can make a two-page list of his red flags and the things he does that are wrong.

- I know you're right, but... - I hesitate to continue but I do anyways.- It's just that when we see each other it's perfect. There is chemistry and he treats me well.

-Which part of only wanting to see you in his house and answering you when he's bored is treating you well?

My eyes widen in surprise at his response. We've talked about this many times, and deep down I know he's right, but he's never been this blunt before.

Instantly he seems remorseful. He stands up and bends down to hug me. I hug him back awkwardly. Despite having had Wooyoung as a friend for the last 3 months, I still can't get used to these gestures of affection.

The boys, including Wooyoung, and I met at the party where I also met Nolan, although I didn't start making friends with them until I did their first checkup. After that, they invited me to have a drink with them and other coworkers. Since then, Wooyoung and I have been friends. Although almost all the credit for the birth of this friendship is his.

- Sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that.

- No, don't apologize. You haven't lied. I know I have to end this. But I don't know how to do it.

- Why don't you talk to him in person today and tell him how you feel? You can write it beforehand to know what you want to let him know. But above all...-his smile widens.- You should kick him out. Close the door and throw the keys away.

- I think you're right. I'll follow your advice, for once. And it better go well or I'll sue you. - Wooyoung and I laugh and talk for a while longer, after which I force him to do the checkup, then I send him off so he can stop lingering and go to his dance practice.

Wooyoung walks out the door but not before making me swear that I will tell him everything and let him know if I need anything

When the door closes behind him I smiled to myself. Wooyoung is like a whirlwind but there isn't a day that I'm not grateful to have him in my life. He is always there when you need him.

The day continues with his unstoppable progress and I do the rest of the boys' checkups. In my free time I follow wooyoung's advice and write down everything I want to say to Nolan. As the hours go by my anxiety level increases. And when it's time to leave, my whole body is shaking.

I close the infirmary and head to the office area. I have texted to Nolan to meet and go home together so we can talk, but I haven't received a response. So I go straight to look for him knowing that if I don't do this today maybe I never will.

His office colleagues inform me that he is in the break area, so I head there. When I walk through the door I freeze. Nolan is there but he is not alone. He is accompanied by a woman our age. They are kissing passionately, not realizing that they are no longer alone. Nolan finally opens his eyes and when he looks at me his face changes as if he had seen a ghost. I turn around and try to leave, but Nolan is faster and stops me, grabbing my wrist. I'm crying but I don't care, I turn around and look into his eyes.

- Don't you dare come close to me again in your fucking life.

When he starts to try to explain himself, I free myself and leave the building, without looking back.

[doodleoogles]

Reconnect - Part 2

We all sat at a long table outside, trying to give our ears a break and chatting different topics all at once. I listened intently while drawing circles on the table using the half empty beer bottle in my hand.

"Oh you remember Bry right?" Josef, the large man who gave big bear hugs nodded at me.

"Ah yes absolutely, how's he? Where is he now?" I asked.

Josef waved a hand, "Nahh I don't know somewhere in Cambodia or Thailand honestly he's everywhere and nowhere at the same time" he took a sip from his diet Coke, he quit drinking one year ago. "But, if you'll ask him to come over, I'm sure he'll book the first flight he can find. That guy…"

I finished my beer and set the bottle aside, "What?"

"Ahhh, let's just say.. Trust me he'll come to the Philippines just for you." he's smiling genuinely and I smiled back. I leave it at that. Bry and I never talk, although we had this friendly connection when I met him and Josef almost 5 years ago. It's quite nice to know people appreciate me, another subtle stroke on my ego.

I saw Brent stood up from where he was seated. He tapped his bandmate's shoulder and walked towards our table. He plopped himself down beside me. "So, what made you decide to finally show up?"

I turned to face him, "I already told you, I need to see the venue. And besides I haven't seen you guys in quite some time."

"Cause you're always busy!" he said, raising his hand up as a waiter walks by. "Two beers please"

I laughed, "I just prefer to stay at home and read e-books then sleep early with a cucumber on both eyes. I'm getting old, my body is starting to protest when I try to go out and stay up late." I waved a finger at him, "and besides, look who's talking! I thought you're too damn busy now with your newfound love."

The waiter came back with two ice cold beers. Brent mouthed 'Thanks', and gave one to me. "Ah that." he scoffed. "Well let's just say I'm free and I have time. Hit me up, we have a lot of catching up to do."

I looked at his face, "Ohh, I didn't know."

He met my gaze, looking somewhat serious or maybe I was slightly getting drunk "Yeah, you never knew how to read between the lines."

I felt my face flush, and I focused on the beer in my hand like it's the thing that deserved the most attention tonight. For context, Brent and kinda hooked up not so long ago. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either and we both concluded that we're better off as friends. He was happy when I finally had a serious relationship, and I was happy for him when he announced a few months ago that he's seeing someone.

The conversation swerved to a different topic and Brent happily joined them. I was only half listening as my mind replayed the time I had with Brent. He was a good kisser, from what I can remember. His tongue explored my mouth like his life depended on it. I remember grasping his long hair with one hand while the other held on to his arm, feeling the softness of his skin which is quite unusual for a guy who don't seem to care about moisturizers.

"You up for it?" Brent asked me, snapping my mind back to the table with them.

I drank from my bottle before speaking, "Up for what?"

"Let's find some good food later. Are you even with us????" he teased.

I slapped him purposely "Fine fine, yes I'm going."

"Then I can drop you off later." he casually said.

"OK." I responded, taking a quick glance at his lips. He has a very defined cupid's bow. I wonder if they still taste the same. God.

[punklorde-hunter]

Well, since i finished the main story Penacony's first half (still need to do the Companion Mission + finding all those chests), and I took a few screenshots, and I thought I'd show them while also having commentary on the main quest's story beats.

**SPOILERS and a LOTS of words Under the Cut

While I am kinda sad Dan Heng didn't get to join us for Penacony, at least this means he gets a rest. Man was going through it on the Luofu let him have a chance to breathe and relax for once in his life.

This is more of a nitpick for me but I missed the easter egg at the beginning where you could've seen Silver Wolf & Sam chatting and I'm sad i missed it! I can go back in someone's playthrough to see it but man :(

Gotta love not at all ominous red text with Acheron. I'm sure this has nothing to do with anything in the foreseeable future.

That being said, I am kinda intrigued on what's the relationship between the Trailblazer & Acheron. I didn't get to play Honkai Impact 3rd, but I have read the comics Hoyoverse have online. And as the Star Rail's Raiden Mei of course they're going to give her an important role. It's also nice (and depressing) that she sees what I assume is the HSR Kiana of this universe, or someone else entirely. Plus she just seems like a character with a lot of regret. Hard to tell right now, but I also saw the red text does change depending on who you chose & the choices you make when talking to her so cool details!

Also Penacony is HUGE. I spent so much time getting lost in the Golden Hour area alone and i still haven't found every chest & puzzle. they really wanted this area to feel like the Roaring 20's and it shows

Aventurine is a grade-A asshat and good for him. He's very punch-able in a positivity way. Man's scheming something and i don't trust him one bit, but I am intrigued by him. Also his banter with Dr. Ratio was defiantly charged with something. Whether that was sexual tension or them wanting to kill each other, it's anyone's guess. He's also a really good contrast to Topaz as an IPC official whose not above using shady methods to win so I'm intrigued. Still wanna punch him tho.

I hope Misha & Gallagher get more time to shine in later patches, their appearances were so brief I NEED MORE! I do have a working theory on Misha but that's for a later time :)

Despite not being a character I would usually like, I kinda enjoy Sparkle in a "i would hate you irl but i find you fascinating in game' way. Masked Fools always struck me as an cool faction since their Aeon is a trickster god in a way. SO it makes sense of of their most notable Fool being a shapeshifting trickster who loves pushing people's buttons for fun. I'm pulling for her for having more DHIL ultity but man is she a piece of work.

I also really enjoyed Firefly as a character. Even tho I feel we didn't get to explore more of her character before you know what, I liked what we got. She was very cryptic about why she was a stowaway, and a lot of dialogue during her heart-to-heart definitely means something. Even what Clockie said about people being able to see him by being pure of heart probably holds more weight, but i guess will have to wait to see where that goes in future patches.

Nothing much, I just really liked this shot in the Dream's Edge area, and I think generally I enjoy Dream Edge the most out of all the Penacony 2.0 maps. The shooting stars are a nice touch too!

What a cute pic, surely this means only good things for them :)

On that matter, I can't believe Star Rail introduced a sweet cute young girl, had us bond the majority of the quest-line with, ONLY to rip her from us in the most GRAPHIC WAY POSSIBLE!? ALL WHILE PLAYING "If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking" AFTERWARDS?! WHAT THE HELL

what a way to show Penacony isn't playing games, and that the writers being from Honkai Impact 3rd show they aren't afraid to show that things in Penacony are taking LIVES!!

I also like Acheron in this scene after Firefly passed on and giving some funerary rites. A nice quiet moment after we got are hearts crushed by the Something onto Death entity. I also like how Black Swan has beein a patient guide after all this, trying to get the Trailblazer to a goal but because she can foresee events through Arcana and can see memories, shes been the most helpful on Penacony as of right now despite being an enigma

I also loved Sam's first introduction as he's always been mentioned by the other Stellaron Hunters as 'not picky' with his prey, doesn't play mind games and goes straight for the kill type. And man did he make an impression in the short amount of time he got.

And the end scene with Aventurine, there's a lot going on. While i don't completely agree with him on Acheron, he does have a point on her being suspicious. Especially if she killed Duke Inferno ALONE (rip Ifrit mains) and her Emanator powers truly do come from one of the destructive Aeons. Most likely Finality since KiaMei is as consistant as with BronSeele/lh

Also on a side not I hope Sunday gets to go apeshit soon, dude deserves it since his dear sister is dead too. Otherwise yeah I'm VERY invested in what Penacony has in store later on.

And with that, I leave this post with the MOST EVIL ACHIEVEMENT PT 1 (there's more of them dw)

[watercolor-hearts]

I'm not a big person in this fandom but I wanted to make a post about the F1 related part of my 2022 too.

I joined the Formula 1 fandom around the second half of July (thanks to TikTok) and since then I've read a lot of amazing stories, saw a lot of beautiful fanarts, videos, edits etc., and I want to mention two things that are really important to me.

When I joined the fandom I translated three amazing stories, which were

Boiling Point by tilesonthefloor

I can't breathe by mad_maz and

One Story Left To Tell by WebCookie9

(I put the original links into the titles because I think not many people would be interested in the Hungarian translations, but if you are, you can find them on my Ao3 profile.)

Special thanks to all the authors for letting me translate their stories. It means a lot to me. ❤

These were the first stories I really liked when I started to read in this fandom and I loved translating them. Sadly, there's no fandom in Hungary (or in Hungarian language) for mxm F1 stuff, so after my third translation I decided not to do more because it wasn't worth it. I was so sad because I felt like I've found something that makes me really happy but nobody's interested in it. After this I decided to stop writing in Hungarian (I had already struggled with my original story and didn't really want to write it) and decided to give writing a go in English. (I wanted to try it for a long time but I didn't have the courage to it.)

Well, it wasn't an easy thing, because I think I chose to write a story that was a bit too much, too difficult and to depressing for a first story, so that one is unfinished yet but I'm working on it because I still like the idea. After failing with the first one, I started thinking about other ideas and since then I have like five or six to write.

After a moment I saw in school, I wrote Happy to see you, which is an unplanned, short and sweet double drabble. I really like it because this is my first ever English story and it felt so good to post it and see what happens. (Also, I was so scared, like I always am when it comes to posting my stories.) And seeing that I can write in English gave me enough confidence to try and continue writing my other ideas.

One month later I finally could finish Racing Heart and Collapsing Lungs and it was a big moment for me because this is the first 'longer' story of mine. (Well, longer than the first one.) Writing this wasn't easy and my relationship with it changes every other day, but yeah, still an important moment/thing in my life.

I don't have any other stories yet but I hope I will be able to write more in 2023. Thank you for all the kudos and comments, they mean a lot to me. ❤

I don't want to make this a long ass post so I'm trying to mention only the most important things.

I wasn't in a good shape mentally when I joined the fandom but Daniel (and the other boys too) helped me a lot and I haven't self-harmed since I've got know him and it's a really big thing for me. I'm glad I've found something that makes me so happy because life's not easy and there are a lot of not so happy things in mine, so it means a lot to have a fandom where I can find happiness, where I can watch videos of these men with their fast cars going around on the tracks, joking, laughing, and loving each other and their fans. These things help me to escape from reality when I really need it.

I might not know everything about Formula 1 but I'm happy to be part of the fandom and I hope I'll be there for a long time. ❤

Happy New Year! 🎆❤

[starforgedthor]

when you become untouchable {Vigilante | Adrian Chase} // two

two. i was young and a menace.

Summary: Its been a long time since you've been on a team; for the longest time it's felt like you and Harcourt against the world. She'd started out chasing The Chaser, and now, after everything, you're pretty sure she's just your team mate, not even your handler. But she's always been this constant, so of course she's the one you go to when you're not quite sure what to make of a situation.

Need to Know: She/Her pronouns. villain!meta-human!reader. self depricating reader. chaos. implied dehumanisation. canon typical violence. possible smut in later chapter i haven't decided. slowish burn

[ masterpost ]

A/N: more of a world building chapter with Harcourt & Reader's backstory. I know its slow to get going but also CHARACTERS. Let me know what you think!!! Deeply unedited and written on my phone, sorry!!

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Whoever said 'ignorance is bliss' was right; for all your worldly, or otherworldly powers, some of your favourite moments are spent watching other people work. The only cathartic sense of achievement you have ever felt has been second hand, its the biggest biggest bummer of your powers; you've never had to work to improve at something, not really. It's one of the reasons you were so fond of Harcourt, if you were being honest.

Harcourt is one of the few people who you've bothered to keep a memory from in the back of your mind. Every time you brought it up she rolled her eyes, but never fails to smile to herself whenever you explain it to anyone else.

The first task force Harcourt had been assigned to after joining the DEO was the one trying to apprehend you. At the time she's hadn't known you personally, so the dossier on you, the sparse footage she'd seen, the stories the others on the team had told her, she'd taken them all immensely seriously. The Chaser; weapons master, unmatched tracker, always seemed to be one step ahead. You'd managed to evade them enough that they were yet to understand what your powers were or how they worked, but clearly you were more than human.

So when Harcourt sees you in person for the first time, a month after you'd fallen off their radar, in a bar in downtown Chicago, she's half convinced she's not making it out of that bar alive.

You've got a drink in one hand and a dart in the other; laughing before you even throw the dart, a roar of disbelief arises from the crowd gathered around you as it lodges itself into the tail of the first that you also probably threw, already in the dead centre of the bullseye. You exude the cocky confidence she'd read about you having, goading the crowd to place bets on whether you could make it a hattrick. As she watched you work them over, making the shot whilst finishing your drink, making a point of showing off, all she can think is how else you've applied this uncanny accuracy. She's seen the photos. Your laughter is so bright in this little pub.

It's all she can do to watch; she's a junior agent and still in the early part of her early twenties, and you're the metahuman contract killer who's selling point is being able to find anyone anywhere in the world.

And she found you quite by accident.

Before you start collecting your winnings from the disbelieving crowd, you pulled a dark glove onto the hand that you'd been throwing darts with, to match the one on your other hand. There's something beneath the other glove, some sort of wrapping - Harcourt hopes she remembers as many details as she can for her report later, if she survives this. You count your earnings with a pleased little grin, and knock out a disgruntled individual without even looking up.

"You a pool shark too or does it only work with darts?" Harcourt's heart is in her throat from the minute she decides to approach you while you're buying another drink to celebrate.

"If you wanna find out, get me a pool cue and place your bets," you don't even hesitate to match her energy, grinning from ear to ear as you shift to face her.

"I don't think you're the type to bet against," Harcourt offers, casting a glance to the dart board, and to the three darts lodged into the bullseye one on top of the other.

"Maybe I just got lucky," you shrugged with ease.

"Maybe you do this for a living."

"What are you, a cop?" You'd snorted, tone still bright and teasing, "I appreciate that you recognise my skills, but do you really think hustling Southside dive bars pays the rent?" There was an interesting defensive edge to your tone that hadn't been there a moment ago, and you take a sip of the drink that had been placed before you.

"You always make one-in-a-million shots as a hobby?" Harcourt asked, and you'd paused, lowering your glass carefully.

"You've caught me on a lucky night, Miss -" but to you stall, and Harcourt gives a fake name and a mean smile as she offers her hand. You look at it for a moment before pulling the glove from your dart-throwing hand with your teeth -

"Apologies for my attrocious manners," you shake her hand with a warm smile, "I'm Y/N, and you've really caught me here on a lucky night; I'll admit, the three darts stacking like that was unexpected, but I'm honestly just generally gifted with darts." Your gloved hand is resting on where you've still been holding the handshake during your explanation. In hindsight, and after the full year it takes the DEO to discover how your powers work, she will kick herself for keeping in contact with your hand for so long.

The contact becomes awkward as it lingers for a few seconds too long, but once you break the handshake, you finish your drink and announce you're heading home for the night. You leave a tip on the bar and wave jauntily to Harcourt as you leave - right before you smack face-first into the closed glass doors, and are visibly confused for a split second before you actually realise your mistake.

Everything she knows about you is somehow both true and false all at once, and while she's convinced that you're exactly as lethal as everyone says you are, she's baffled as to how you've ever gotten away with anything.

Years later, when you find the memory in her head and ask to keep a copy for yourself, Harcourt's voice is tainted with disdain when she asks why.

"That's when we first became friends, I love that memory," you told her sincerely. Scrutinising you for a very long moment, it's with dawning horror that she realises you're being completely serious.

And now, here in Evergreen, after finally leaving Fennel Fields, it's a memory that brings you great comfort. Walking along the same streets you assumed she'd taken, you've got to fingers looped through the zip tie around your other wrist, absent-mindedly keeping track of her whereabouts as you made your way towards her out of habit. It didn't matter how Harcourt saw it, to you she was your oldest and closest friend, and if it weren't for her, the DEO would have caught up to you years before they actually had, and you'd have been in prison much sooner. This was a fact you brought up a lot less when talking about how you first met her, but mostly because Harcourt always got so mad thinking about it.

If she had never offered to shake your hand, you'd have never learned that there was a DEO task force dedicated to you, and you never would have learned exactly what they already knew about you, and what they didn't. You had admired her boldness, however, despite the terror you knew she was feeling in the moment, and were charmed by how level she'd acted throughout the interaction. That kind of skepticism and suspicion was something that you dealt with a lot considering your powers, if you hadn't used them on her you would have never been able to tell how much she really knew about you.

Which is probably why you never brought up meeting her when they finally caught you, never alluded to knowing they were after you. She'd been brave but ill informed, you didn't want her to suffer for her past mistakes given their circumstances. But after ARGUS is formed and Harcourt is recruited, and she gets a dossier with your grinning face on the first page, you tell her. After months of her being your handler, because she's the only handler who doesn't seem freaked out by your invasive powers and merry murderess demeanour, and because you asked for her, you ask for the memory, and tell her the truth of that night.

It's late, sharing a two-bed room in a quiet motel the night before you're set to kill someone important that the government had decided is better off dead. You're curled up on your side, but she's up and pacing.

"A third of your intake interview is you lording our various incompetence over our heads," Harcourt had snapped when she'd learned. It's not as if she looked betrayed, persay, she was far better trained than that, but there was disbelief, "and you don't mention I literally told you all the information our team had collected in the past year about you? Are you stupid?"

"Emilia -" you'd deadpanned at that, and she stopped dead, looking at your with wide eyes that were somehow both horrified and furious at once. It's the most animated you've ever seen her.

"Can you go back to not using my first name so I can believe you still don't know it?" She'd muttered with thinly veiled rage, "I can deal with one thing at a time here."

"Harcourt, you took initiative and were bold, I respected that," you told her honestly, "and I know these government types -" though she had resumed pacing, she shot you a warning look at that, "- yeah, through you sure, but I genuinely liked you, and technically you helped keep me out of prison for a few more years, so I figured the least I could do is return the favour."

Harcourt has never actually called you her friend, but then again, you suppose she has the luxury of choice. But in the end, she was good to you, she was kind to you, even when you know you really didn't deserve it.

And now she's waiting outside of the she'd chosen after leaving Fennel Fields, glaring at streetlight casting her in s rose gold light.

"Bad night?" You already knew the answer she'd give, especially with the flat expression she wears. Peacemaker's truck is parked outside the pub, and when she follows your gaze, her expression darkens considerably.

"This job is a fucking joke," is all she say when you meet her. Instead of letting you come to a stop she's matching your footsteps as she leads you both to the hotel most of the team had been put up at.

"And it must be a bad one, I'm not even laughing," you add, and Harcourt groans and tells you not to be cute, that it's unnerving. At that, you find yourself grinning.

"You know they've got a cape in town already," you're making short work of undoing the ziptie from around your wrist with its original owner in step beside you. After a moment you considered, "well two, since Peacemaker's back- hey can I ask you something?"

"Did Economos tell you about the other cape?" Harcourt asks instead, frowning a little in the streetlight as you both walked through the cool night air.

"What?"

"Economos, he was getting all chatty back at Belle Reve when we were given the assignment, kept going on about this local weirdo who dressed up and decided to doll out his personal form of justice," Harcourt sighed, shaking her head at the memory. You, however, had gone quiet.

"I saw someone reading a paper this morning is all, some headline about someone calling themselves Vigilante," you shrugged as you tried to recall any more of the article brief you'd squinted at while waiting for your breakfast. Nothing was coming to mind.

"If he's on a justice kick, do you think I'm in any danger?" Despite your earnest tone, Harcourt, surprised by the question coming from you of all people, burst out laughing. The question had been serious, but at least it seemed to help brighten her bad night.

"Assassinsting dictators doesn't stress you out but one local Vigilante does?"

"A fear of the unknown is a rational and healthy thing to have," you stuck your nose in the air, voice turning lofty.

"If that's true you do a fantastic job hiding your fear, considering how little you know," you hear the smirk in her words and give her a faux offended shove in response, grinning from ear to ear.

The mood when you arrive at the hotel is considerably brighter than when you'd found her waiting outside the pub. It's been a long time since the two of you have been on a mission together that was so potentially long term, so it happens to be the first time you remember not sharing a room with her on site. You wonder if it's strange for her too; if it is, she doesn't say anything as she wishes you good night at your door.

It might be the first time in over a decade where you've had your own room that wasn't being actively surveilled. The freedom and trust is it's own kind of overwhelming, or maybe it's being in this strange little suburbia where even the busboys feel like they need to know how to fight.

At least you had Harcourt here, and a mission, and a team of people who knew what you were capable of, and were grateful for it.

And a fantastically comfortable bed.

Which you were allowed to remain in for all of three hours before there's a fist bashing against your door -

Harcourt is demanding you get up and get your ass to HQ.

"What kind of shit is happening at two?" You'd practically whined after being awoken. Harcourt, already dressed, has no sympathy at this hour.

"Adebayo and I are picking up Peacemaker from his fuck up," she'd hissed, and you knew this Harcourt too, no nonsense and no sympathy, the paragon of logic, "and you get dressed and head straight to HQ; Economos has your books, we'll need you there to play Doctor."

"I hate the books," you'd groaned mostly to yourself since Harcourt had already taken off to the carpark. Still, you're quick to follow orders, grabbing your coat and keys and heading out yourself.

Less than twelve hours in and shit had already hit the fan; this does not bode well for the rest of the mission.

[froggywritesstuff]

Human Pillow | Peggy Schuyler

Pairings: Peggy x g/n!reader, slight Marliza 

Warnings: fluff, swearing, alcohol

Time: modern

Request: no one

Peggy was known for being insanely clingy when she was drunk. So when she, Eliza, Maria and Angelica had agreed to go out to the bar for the night, Y/N had pretty much accepted their fate already.

"Please, promise me you won't get too drunk," Y/N pleaded, standing beside their girlfriend who stood in the bathroom mirror getting ready for the night out, "You get kinda crazy when you're drunk."

Peggy turned to face Y/N with a pout on her lips, "Come on, Y/N, I haven't gotten 'clingy drunk' in forever. I'll be fine. Plus, Lizzy, Ange and Maria will be with me the entire night. They won't let me get too drunk."

"Why does that not make me feel better?"

Peggy grinned, "Well, you could always come with me?"

Y/N sighed, hanging their head back in disappointment, "You know I'd love to carry you home after a night of failed attempts to get you to stop drinking, but unfortunately, I have to finish a shit ton of work to finish tonight."

"Ugh," she huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest, "That's so boring."

"I know," Y/N sighed, before cupping Peggy's face with their hands, "But we can do whatever you want when you get back."

Peggy's smile immediately reappeared as she leaned toward Y/N pressing her lips against theirs, "Then I'll see you when I get back." she whispered, leaning her forehead against Y/N's.

"If you're sober enough to see straight." Y/N mumbled, holding back a laugh.

Peggy rolled her eyes, "I rarely do anything straight, Y/N." she said, taking a step back and walking away and out of the bathroom, Y/N trailing behind her as she got to the front door, "But I assure you, I'll be sober enough for anything we wanna do when I get back."

Y/N nodded, smiling at their girlfriend, "I can't wait."

Peggy grinned ear to ear, placing another kiss on Y/N's lips, before pushing open the front door and stepping outside, immediately being met with the loud horn of a car, followed by Eliza apologizing.

"Sorry Peggy, I thought you were still getting ready!" she cried.

Peggy snickered, taking Y/N's hand and walking toward the car, "Yes, because when I text you, 'I'm coming' that means I'm still getting ready."

Angelica rolled her eyes, "Whatever, get in the car."

"Man, I feel like a child sitting in the back." Peggy mumbled with a frown, sitting inside the car beside Angelica.

"You are a child." she and Y/N said simultaneously, receiving a groan from Peggy.

"Y/N, are you coming with us?" Angelica asked, a wide smile on her face, probably mentally preparing for how to make more room for Y/N to sit.

"I actually have a ton of work to do, so sadly I won't be joining you guys tonight." they explained, sending an apologetic smile to Angelica, "But you guys have fun." they added, before turning to face Eliza and Maria in the front seats, "I know I've said this a million times but-"

"We'll make sure Peggy doesn't get too drunk." Eliza finished, her warm smile matching Maria's.

Maria nodded, "She'll be fine, Y/N, no need to worry." 

Y/N smiled back at them, nodding their head, "Thanks guys. You should probably get going, I'll see you later."

"Bye Y/N!"

"Bye Pegs!"

_______

"You said you wouldn't let her get so drunk!"

Eliza sent Y/N an apologetic look as she and a very drunk Maria carried a sleepy Peggy in through the house, "I'm sorry, Y/N, she was so hard to keep track of! And I didn't have much help." she mumbled, gesturing to her girlfriend on the other side, barely holding up Peggy.

Y/N took the hint, and took Peggy away from Maria's arms, who immediately took a seat on the floor, sitting cross-legged as she watched Eliza and Y/N carry Peggy down the hall, "Where's Angie?"

"Sleeping in the car." she mumbled.

"Damn," Y/N whispered, pushing open their bedroom door and walking through with Peggy in their arms.

Once they had Peggy laid onto the bed, Y/N turned to Eliza, "You need any help with getting Maria and Angie home?"

Eliza shook her head, "I think I'll be ok, but thanks."

Y/N just nodded their head, wishing her good luck as Eliza walked out through the door. Y/N turned around to walk back to the bed, when they were immediately stopped by Peggy jumping into their arms, making both of them fall to the floor.

"Peggy?!"

Peggy only snuggled closer to Y/N, resting her head on their chest, "I missed you." she mumbled, making Y/N's heart flutter.

“I-I missed you too, Pegs. Can you get up?”

Peggy shook her head, holding Y/N tighter, “You’re my pillow now.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at their girlfriend’s antics, “Doesn’t the pillow get a say in where we sleep?”

“No, sorry.”

Y/N shook their head, readjusting the girl in their arms to pick her up. Y/N carried Peggy back toward the bed, laying her down under the covers, when Peggy quickly pulled Y/N beside her, clinging onto them like a sloth, snuggling her head against their neck.

“I told you you get clingy when you get drunk.”

“It’s not my fault you make a good pillow.” Peggy mumbled, letting her eyes droop shut as she drifted off to sleep, still holding Y/N tightly.

“It’s not my fault you’re too adorable to say no to.” Y/N said despite Peggy not being able to hear them. They carefully readjusted their position, moving around to get more comfortable, but not too much to wake up Peggy. Y/N placed a small kiss on Peggy’s forehead, before their eyes fell shut, the sound of Peggy’s heartbeat lulling them to sleep.

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