#you just know The Horrors were going on from just looking at them

[inkandapex]

stream madness pt.3

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando Norris and his girlfriend, Y/N continue to grace the stream with tooth-achingly sweet moments, often caught on camera. But they’re not immune to some naughty slip-ups, much to Max F's dismay.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content

part 1 | part 2

Mic On

It was already well into the night, and somehow, Max had convinced Lando to hop on his Twitch stream for a late-night Counter-Strike session. They were in between rounds when the door creaked open, and Y/N walked in.

Lando tugs off one side of his headset the moment he felt her hand rest on his shoulder, tilting his head back to look up at her.

“Oh, hey baby. How was dinner?” he murmured, catching her hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

Y/N smiled, running her fingers through his hair, making his eyes flutter shut for a brief second. “It was good. You’re on stream?”

“Mhmm.” He nodded, completely unbothered, yanking off his headset entirely.

Max’s voice suddenly boomed through the speakers. “Hey Y/N! Chat’s been looking for you.”

Y/N laughed, settling into the empty gaming chair beside Lando. “Sorry, chat. I was out with friends.”

Y/N’s eyes continued to scan the chat, answering a few questions every now and then, completely unaware of the way Lando was staring.

He hadn’t looked away since the moment she walked in. Not once.

Max was still talking, chat was flying, but Lando? Lando was somewhere else entirely.

Y/N finally glanced over, catching his intense gaze. She raised a brow, lips curving into a small smile. “What?”

Her soft voice snapped him out of his trance, but instead of looking flustered, Lando’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. He didn’t answer right away—just leaned in slightly, fingers reaching for his mic.

An attempt to mute himself.

Except—

He missed.

He tugs her chair a little closer, his hand sliding onto her lap as that familiar cheeky smirk plays on his lips.

“I was just thinking… you look really good right now, my love. Do you wanna—”

"MIC ON! MIC ON! YOUR MIC IS STILL ON!"

Max’s panicked scream blasted through the speakers.

Max’s panicked shouts made both of them jump, Y/N spinning her chair away in embarrassment while Lando nearly slid off his own chair from laughing.

Chat was going feral.

Lando, still wheezing, finally managed to get words out. “I just wanted to ask if she wanted to stay on the stream and play with us!”

Max, still skeptical, narrowed his eyes through the screen. “Sure, Lando. Sure.”

Lando shook his head, clicking his tongue. “Get your head out of the gutter, mate. Dirty bastard.”

Y/N, still red-faced, simply sighed. The damage was already done.

"max always having to come to their rescue will never not be funny" "LN was ready to risk it all" "cant blame bob, Y/N looks amazing" "MAX SHOUTING" "Please tell me someone clipped that"

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Fish are friends NOT food

"Baby, please. Your food is touching my food."

Lando’s whiny complaint made both Max and Y/N pause mid-chew, turning to look at him like he’d just announced he was retiring from racing to become a monk.

Max glanced over at Lando’s plate, unimpressed, before shaking his head with a chuckle. "You're unbelievable, mate."

"It's just sushi, Lan" Y/N muttered, barely sparing him a glance as she scrolled through her phone.

"It's fish!" Lando exclaimed, holding up his plate dramatically for the camera, zooming in to prove how his spring rolls were daring to brush against Y/N’s salmon nigiri.

Max snorted. “Grow up, Lando.”

Lando huffed, crossing his arms. "You grow up." He looks over at his girlfriend, pleading eyes "Baby please, I don't even want to touch it"

“Lan…” Y/N sighed in defeat, picking up the piece of sushi he was so dramatically complaining about and popping it into her mouth. “Happy?”

Lando watched in absolute horror, his face scrunching up like he’d just witnessed a crime. He shivered at the mere thought of it. “Don’t know how you can eat that… raw too.”

Y/N smirked, grabbing another piece. She held it up to him. “Try it. Come on.”

“No.”

“I promise you it’s good.”

“And I promise you I’m gonna be sick.” Lando leaned back, holding his arm out like she was trying to feed him actual poison.

Max, watching the whole thing unfold, burst out laughing. “This is the farthest I’ve ever seen Lando be from Y/N while being in the same room as her.”

Chat? Losing it.

"HE’S SO DRAMATIC I CAN’T" "MAX WITH THE LIVE COMMENTARY" "bro is scared of sushi"

“I’ll do a photoshoot for Quadrant merch if you eat one piece.”

Silence.

Both Max and Lando’s heads snapped toward Y/N so fast they could’ve gotten whiplash.

Y/N had denied every single request to model for Quadrant—begged, bribed, guilt-tripped—nothing had worked. Until now.

Max turned to the camera, mouth slightly agape. “Do you guys understand how long we’ve been asking Y/N to model for us? They weren’t even dating yet and we were already trying to convince her.”

Lando’s gaze flickered between the sushi and Y/N, eyes filled with pure despair and conflict.

“Two collections,” he blurted out.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“You have to model for two collections” Lando negotiated, like this was a high-stakes F1 contract and not about eating a single piece of fish.

Max and Y/N exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

“There you go, chat,” Max said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Now you know we’re working on two new collections, thanks to Lando’s terrible bargaining skills.”

Lando groaned, realizing he had just leaked their upcoming release in real time.

“Fine,” Y/N conceded, “but you have to actually chew and swallow it.”

Lando narrowed his eyes. “AND… you do a shoot with me for LN4 merch too.”

The room fell silent again.

Max watched in amusement as Lando and Y/N locked eyes, neither blinking, waiting to see who would fold first.

Max smirked. “This is the most intense negotiation I’ve ever witnessed, and I’ve seen Alpine and McLaren fight over Oscar Piastri.”

Finally, Y/N held out her hand. “Deal.”

Lando took it, but instead of shaking, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. “Deal.”

Max exploded. “I can’t believe this is happening. Someone clip this, please, I’m begging—fuck it, I gotta film this.” He fumbled for his phone, nearly knocking over his drink in the process.

Lando let out a deep, dramatic breath, grabbing his water bottle like it was his lifeline.

Y/N’s smile stretched wide, almost devilish, as she slowly inched the piece of sushi closer to Lando’s mouth.

“Open up, cutie,” she cooed.

Lando shot her a look of betrayal, but he had already sealed his fate. With a deep breath, he took the piece into his mouth, chewing at full speed, eyes squeezed shut like he was enduring actual pain.

Max was already cackling.

Lando forced himself to swallow, then dramatically opened his mouth wide to prove it was gone before immediately chugging half his water bottle like his life depended on it.

Y/N and Max? Wheezing.

Max threw his hands up. “And history has been made!”

Still recovering, Lando grabbed a spring roll and took the biggest bite possible, desperately trying to erase the taste of fish from his mouth.

Y/N ruffled his hair, grinning proudly. “Proud of you, my love. I’m telling Carlos about your bravery today.”

Lando nearly choked on his spring roll. “No. You are not.”

"HE TOOK IT LIKE A CHAMP" "Lando vs. Sushi—Sushi wins" "CARLOS NEEDS TO HEAR ABOUT THIS ASAP"

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Australia GP

Max had woken up far too early, but the excitement for the Australia race had him buzzing. He’d set up his stream, ready to deliver some live commentary for his viewers as they watched the race unfold. Max had already talked about Lando's stellar performance from practice and qualifying, and of course, a handful of jabs about Y/N's debut on the big screen.

As the camera cut to Y/N chatting with Cisca, Lando’s mom, during the red flag pause, Max’s eyes lit up.

“Ah, there she is! WAG title stealer!” Max exclaimed, clapping his hands loudly as the broadcast showed Y/N mid-conversation, the words "Lando’s partner" flashing across the screen beneath her name.

The chat exploded with laughing emojis as Max quickly snapped a picture on his phone, an evil smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m sending this straight to Lando. He’s gonna love this. Bro is down bad for her, it's actually sickening”

The race hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. Max was feeling empathetic for all the rookies, as well as Carlos and Fernando, who were all out of the race early, DNFing one by one. But what really sent everyone into a bit of a spiral was when both McLarens went off-track, and then Oscar slid off into the grass.

Max kept going with his commentary, his usual sharp observations now mixed with praise for Oscar’s effort to get his car back on track. He was doing his best to keep it light, but when the camera cut to a replay of the McLaren garage’s reaction, Max couldn’t help himself.

“Oh dear,” Max chuckled softly, eyes glued to the screen. “Look at Y/N. I think she aged 10 years and it’s only race 1 of 24.”

Y/N’s face was a mix of concern and pure stress, tightly holding hands with Cisca as she watched her partner’s car struggle. Her eyes went wide when Oscar’s car slipped, and the pressure was visible on her face.

Max, clearly enjoying himself, added, “Poor Y/N looks like she’s about to start a full-on grey hair collection.”

The chat was absolutely losing it.

"MAX IS SO SAVAGE LMAO" "Y/N'S FACE JUST AGES A DECADE" "she's just like us" "SOMEONE CHECK ON Y/N SHE'S ABOUT TO HAVE A MELTDOWN"

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Swirly Pistachi-OH!

Max and Lando sat side by side, setting up a lobby to play a new game, both of them already gearing up for the chaos that would ensue. The vibe was relaxed, but that quickly shifted when the door opened, and Y/N walked in, looking absolutely fuming.

"Lando! I can't believe you. I've—"

Max immediately reaches over and mutes his mic, the tension in the room rising as both he and Max exchanged brief glances. Y/N didn’t even acknowledge them, her hands waving around, clearly heated about whatever had just happened. Her eyes locked onto Lando,

Lando can be seen reaching out to her, both now in deep conversation while Max sat there like a child caught in the middle of his parents arguing.

Lando can be seen running his hands through his hair, immediately reaching for his phone as she stormed off, clearly done with the argument.

Max, ever the opportunist, unmuted himself with a small sigh. “Alright, so… that argument?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “It was about who ate her ice cream from the freezer”

Lando, still rubbing his temples in frustration, groaned. “Mate, keep your voice down, she has super hearing.”

Max burst into laughter, throwing his head back. “Chat’s probably thinking it’s something serious”

Before Lando could respond, the door slammed open again with a dramatic flair, and there stood Y/N, hands on her hips, eyes practically smoking with fury.

"It was swirly pistachi-oh— Fewtrell, you know how hard it is to get a hold of that!" she snapped, voice sharp as a knife.

Lando pursed his lips, doing his absolute best to hold back his laughter, but it was clear he was about to lose it. He could feel Max trying to hide his grin beside him, but Lando knew the minute Y/N saw him struggling, it was only going to make things worse.

Max, still processing, blinked a few times in disbelief. “Wait, like Lec’s swirly pistachio? Charles Leclerc’s?”

Y/N shot Max a look that could melt steel. “Yes, Max. Charles' ice cream. It sells out so fast around here, it’s like gold. And Lando—” she turned her glare to him, the look of death now firmly in place, “—decided to eat my stash. The whole thing. All of it.”

Lando couldn’t keep it in anymore and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as the weight of the situation hit him. But the moment he saw Y/N's expression change—eyebrows raised, hands on her hips like she was ready to deliver an epic punishment—his laughter faltered.

Y/N squinted at him like he had just committed war crimes. “Oh, you think this is funny?”

Lando immediately stopped laughing and put his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry, baby, please… Come here.”

But Y/N stood firm, not budging an inch. Her arms stayed crossed, her expression still ice-cold.

Lando’s smile faltered as he stood up to walk towards her. “Come on, my love… I already texted Charles to see if he can get us some more,” he said, doing his best to sound sweet and sincere, though the grin trying to form on his face was absolutely betraying him.

Y/N eyed him suspiciously, her lips pursed in the tightest line. “You texted Charles? Before apologizing to me?”

Lando hesitated, then shrugged sheepishly. “Well, he’s the pistachio supplier, isn’t he? Just trying to get the best deal for us.”

Max, now full-on crying from laughing, added, “You know, I think Charles might just have one last scoop left in his freezer. You’ve got to pull out the big guns, mate.”

Lando pulls her into a tight hug while shooting Max a glare that could only be described as a silent plea for mercy. But as Y/N’s gaze softened slightly, he knew he might just be getting out of this one alive… for now.

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The Accidental Moan

Lando and Max were deep into a heated game of Tarkov, and Y/N walked in, casually leaning against the doorframe, watching the two of them play. She walks over behind Lando’s chair, arms folded as she observed their chaotic gameplay.

Lando glanced up at her, offering a playful grin. “Hi, my love. Wanna grab a chair and join us?”

Y/N smiled, shaking her head, her fingers threading through Lando’s messy curls. “I’m good. Just making food right now. Came to check on you two.”

Max groaned from the other side of the room. “Perfect timing. I’m starving.”

Y/N laughed. “I know, you’ve been playing for hours.”

Lando leaned back in his seat, humming contentedly as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Mmm, that feels nice, baby,” he sighed, half-losing focus on the game as he relaxed into her touch.

Y/N grinned, her fingers still running through his hair. “Your hair’s a bit tangled, you know.”

Max snorted from the other side. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he hasn’t seen a brush in weeks.”

Lando smirked, keeping his eyes on the screen but clearly enjoying the attention. “I like it like this.”

Y/N laughed lightly, “I’m sure you do.” She leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the top of his head as he leaned into her touch.

“Alright, I gotta go check on the food,” Y/N said, pulling her hands away from his hair. But as she did, something unexpected happened.

Her fingers got caught in the tangles of his curls, and as she moved away, it pulled harshly, making Lando let out a loud, unintentional moan.

Max, mid-game, froze. His eyes widened in shock. “What the fuck was that?!”

Y/N froze too, her face immediately turning a shade of red. She stood there, staring at Lando, unsure how to recover.

Lando, now realizing exactly what just happened, doubled over in laughter, his face bright red. “I swear, it wasn’t what it sounded like,” he managed to say between fits of giggles.

Max, still shocked, looked from Lando to Y/N, his face full of disbelief. “Oh no, it was exactly what it sounded like”

Lando, trying to stop laughing but failing miserably, looked at Y/N. “Oh baby...” He burst into laughter again, shaking his head.

Y/N, standing frozen with her hands still awkwardly in the air, just shook her head, biting back a laugh herself. “I didn’t mean to—” she started but was cut off by Lando’s giggles. "You know what, i'm leaving" Y/N shakes her head as she rushes out of the room

Max and Lando, still laughing at the absurdity of the situation, wiped tears from their eyes. “I can’t—I can’t even focus now,” Max gasped, trying to regain his composure.

Lando, still chuckling, shook his head, attempting to steady himself. “Yeah, alright, I’m good. I’m good.”

They both took deep breaths, trying their best to get back into the game.

Max, still grinning like a Cheshire cat, clicked his tongue and looked at Lando. “So... hair pulling, huh?”

“Shut up, Max.”

"LANDO IS INTO HAIR PULLING" "max's face!" "POOR Y/N" "LANDO CAUGHT ON LIVE AGAIN"

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Make me pretty

Viewers slowly began to fill Max's stream, immediately flooding the chat with comments about the unusual setting. The camera was focused on Lando, who was sitting in a make-up chair, while Y/N stood off to the side, rummaging through a pouch.

Max clapped his hands and grinned. “Alright, chat, welcome!”

Lando flashed a smile and gave a small wave to the camera. “Bit of a different setup today, we managed to rent out a tiny studio for an impromptu shoot,” Max explained.

Y/N returned to stand between Lando’s legs, gently dabbing a make-up sponge on his face.

“Y/N’s the one making sure Lando looks presentable today,” Max added.

Lando tilted his head slightly, looking up at her with a soft smile. “Make me pretty, baby.”

Y/N chuckled, carefully applying concealer. “I can if you'd stop moving so much”

Max stood to the side, watching intently. “Can you make him look like Carlos?”

Y/N didn’t miss a beat, scoffing as she carefully worked on Lando’s face. “I said I can make him look pretty, Max, not like a Spanish model. I’m not God.”

Max choked back a laugh, and Lando’s jaw dropped as he stared at Y/N, utterly bewildered. “Are you saying Carlos looks so good you can’t even make me look remotely like him?”

Y/N shot him a playful smirk as she continued her work. “Took the words right out of my mouth, baby.”

Lando shakes his head, looking at the camera and pointing a finger at it. “My girlfriend, everybody…”

“I’m kidding, Lan, come on!” Y/N laughs, tilting his face back to look at her as she brushes powder onto his face. Lando scrunches up his nose. “That tickles.”

Y/N chuckles at his reaction, planting a quick peck on his nose. “All done. See? Gorgeous.”

Lando looks at himself in the mirror, nodding with satisfaction. “Damn, I look good.”

Y/N stops him from getting up. “I gotta do your hair, baby. Just a little longer.”

Lando glances at the clock and then back at her. “You gotta hurry up a bit, love. Need to do Max’s makeup too, and we both know that’s gonna take you nearly the whole day just to make him look half decent.”

Max, who’s been silently listening to the conversation, suddenly snaps. “Why the fuck am I catching strays? I haven’t said a word in the past five minutes!”

“Max, come on mate, look at you. You look ghastly. You feeling okay lately?” Lando grinned

Max shot him a glare, rolling his eyes. “You look ill, Lando. Have you seen yourself?”

Lando waved him off dramatically. “Seriously, Max. I’m getting worried here. You look like you need a bit more TLC. Maybe a nap... an exorcism?”

Max groaned. “I hate you. You’re so annoying.”

Lando smirked. “You’re annoying.”

Meanwhile, Y/N stood silently with a hairbrush in hand, staring at the camera. Her expression was a mix of exhaustion and quiet desperation, as if she was silently pleading for help from the viewers as the two continued to bicker like an old married couple. “Help me…” she muttered under her breath, eyes still locked on the camera.

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2 Hands

Lando and Max were on their respective twitch streams, playing a rather relaxed game of UNO. It wasn't until Max decided to cheekily check Lando's stream to sneak a peak of his cards.

What surprised him, however, was his friend who had an annoyingly smug smirk on his face, his other hand no where in sight. And his girlfriend, suspisciously sat quietly beside him, wrapped in a blanket.

"You naughty little shit"

Lando’s whole body tenses. Y/N immediately looks away, suddenly very interested in the chat messages scrolling by at the speed of light.

Max’s smirk widens. "Hand check. Right now"

Lando, the master of deflection, tries to laugh it off as he shows his hand that was once set on the mouse. "Mate, what do you mean? My hands are—"

"Nah nah nah, show me both hands. Now!"

The chat goes feral.

"MAX IS ONTO THEM." 🕵️‍♂️"Lando’s sweating LMAO.""Y/N LOOKS GUILTY ASF."

After a long, agonizing pause, Lando finally raises his hands, one noticeably slower than the other. Max absolutely loses it.

"YOU NASTY LITTLE FUCK!" he cackles, pointing accusingly.

"Oh come on Max it was just on her bo—"

"Lando!" Y/N shouts and hides their face in her hoodie, and chat is now 100% convinced they just witnessed history.

Max: 1 | Lando: -100 | Y/N: Applying for Witness Protection

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Sim-sanity

Lando and Y/N glances behind them as Max walks into the room, a couple of bags of food in hand, his face a mix of annoyance and hunger.

"You two should just throw your phones away, I've been trying to call you for an hour" Max grumbles, shaking his head as he drops the bags onto the table.

Y/N smirks, grabbing one of the bags. "Hello to you too, grumpy." She starts pulling out boxes of food, her attention split between Max and the chaos on Lando's screen.

Lando, who’s completely absorbed in his game, glances up just long enough to acknowledge Max. "Oh you're here"

Max eyes the screen, raising an eyebrow. "Oh nice, Y/N, you're finally sharing your Sims with the stream?"

Y/N rolls her eyes but keeps pulling food out of the bag, clearly not impressed. "That's Lando's Sim. I was supposed to play, but he hogged it."

Max laughs as he leans in, squinting at the characters on the screen. "Mate, is that you and Y/N? Hold up, they actually look like you two. It's kinda freaky..."

Lando grins, still not taking his eyes off the game. "Yeah, I found a pre-made version of me and spent hours making Y/N."

Y/N shrugs as she digs into her food, rolling her eyes again. "He wouldn’t even let me play. Spent hours on it and wouldn't let me touch it."

Lando, not missing a beat, taps his mic as if it’s a casual question. "Chat—should we hire a nanny for Livie or should I quit my job and stay home?"

Max freezes. "Who the hell is Livie?"

"Our kid, Max," Lando says, looking at him as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "Keep up."

Y/N looks at Max, nodding seriously. "Yeah, we’ve got two kids now."

Lando, eyes glued to the screen, clicks furiously as he navigates through the Sims world, completely absorbed in his virtual family.

Y/N and Max exchange amused glances, trying not to laugh at how seriously he’s taking the game.

"Kind of concerning how invested he is in this," Max says, his voice low, as he watches Lando’s furrowed brow. "He doesn’t even play VR golf with this much concentration."

Y/N, chuckling under her breath, leans back in her chair, shaking her head. "Oh, Max, no. He’s really invested. Don’t let the quiet fool you—he’s planning their whole life. I'm pretty sure our Sims' kids are more organized than we are."

Lando leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head with a satisfied grin. "Alright, baby, Livie’s grown enough, and Sim me just quit his job. Time to woohoo for our third baby," he says nonchalantly, his fingers still hovering over the keyboard as if he’s casually discussing his grocery list.

"You're mental"

[inspired-lesson-plans]

From

#I was actually reading a study on this today

#they’re actually useful for brain-related things like test anxieties and migraine pain

#the placebo effect is actually so effective that you can imagine taking pills and see a reduction in some symptoms

#which is something I personally do for headaches when I’m on the go

#the brain is wild

@elldritch-horror, I think I found the study you were reading, or at least a related one. Apparently Buergler et al (2023) broke the test-anxiety-suffering undergrads into three groups :

Take Open Label Placebos (like the Zeebos)

Take imaginary placebos (literally playing pretend multiple times daily)

Don't do anything about it at all

And guess what... both of those bogus treatments had real effects! Even non-deceptive placebos are pretty good!

This post is now about the fact that I have wanted to sell "honest placebos" for years.

First of all, they work. In fact, just a quick little bit of research revealed that it's common for medical practitioners to give their patients placebos (if it's not serious) because it's cheaper and doesn't have any side-effects (Wernsdorff et al, 2021). And when researching new medical treatments, so-called "deceptive placebos" are so potent that researchers will give participants Open Label Placebos (like the Zeebos), and even these result in statistically significant effects on patients! (Gupta and Verma, 2013)

Second, as a teacher I can think of 3 kinds of kids who would immediately benefit from this.

Hypochondriacs who legitimately cannot tell whether or not they are unwell and are probably really anxious about asking to go to the nurse all the time

Avoidant kids who want an excuse to leave class for 10-30 minutes.

Very impressionable kids whose stomach pains and headaches really can be treated with placebos.

Give them a placebo (deceptive or not), tell them to wait it out for 15 minutes, and if it doesn't get better, then they go to the nurse. Thus, they stay in class and aren't bothering the already-overworked nurse.

In America (at least in New Jersey), teachers aren't allowed to give any kind of medicine to minors. I cannot imagine getting in trouble for giving placebos.

Even if you're a grown adult, if you're feeling symptoms of some kinda illness but you don't know if you're sick, you can take a placebo. If the symptoms go away, you don't have to worry about it. I get headaches a lot, and I would love to know if taking a few cheap sugar pills would do as much good as 1000mg ibuprofen. I'm going to take a hot shower to relax my muscles anyway, and if my headache is still there afterwards then clearly I need the medicine.

My only criticism is... ugh, those look terrible to swallow. Make them soft-gels or make them sugar-coated so they're pleasant to swallow. Also, get better graphic design! That bottle looks like a prop from a 2000s SyFy Channel movie. I want to feel delighted that I'm taking an Open Label Placebo!

Footnote, I found this while reading How To Winter, so take that as you will.

well I guess this is the logical next step in, you know. everything

[starsjulia]

Best Birthday Ever // Leah Williamson

a/n : someone requested this but i can’t find it for the life of me… sorry!

warnings : leah and reader are caught in the act…

It was a beautiful, peaceful morning, birds chirping, the sun shining, the perfect day for your birthday celebrations.

Unfortunately, no one had informed Beth Mead that she was about to experience a horror worse than any she had faced on a football pitch.

Beth had arrived early, eager to surprise you for your birthday, thinking herself thoughtful and considerate. The plan was simple: let herself in (Leah never locked the door anyway), set up some decorations, and bask in the glory of being the best friend ever.

However, what she walked into was not a scene of domestic bliss.

No, what Beth Mead walked into was a nightmare.

A full-blown, trauma-inducing, therapy-requiring nightmare.

Because there, in the middle of the living room sofa, where guests would soon be expected to sit, was Leah Williamson. And she was on top of you.

In the act.

Beth’s entire body seized up. Her soul attempted to evacuate her body. Her mouth opened, but her brain refused to form words.

Meanwhile, you screamed like you were being set on fire.

Leah, on the other hand, simply turned her head, grinned, and greeted Beth as if she hadn’t just been caught mid-thrust.

“Oh, morning, Beth! You’re early.”

Beth finally found the ability to move and immediately hurled her house keys at Leah’s head.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL—LEAH?! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?!”

Leah dodged them effortlessly, still looking far too amused for someone in her position.

“I mean, I’d have thought that was pretty obvious, mate.”

You, meanwhile, were in hell.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” you whispered, slamming your hands over your face as if that would somehow make you disappear.

Beth was now backing out of the room, as if she had walked into the den of Satan himself. “I NEED A PRIEST. I NEED HOLY WATER. I NEED TO UNSEE EVERYTHING. OH MY GOD—YOU TWO ARE VILE.”

Leah, completely unashamed, simply shrugged, still finding the whole thing absolutely hilarious.

“Oh, come off it, Mead. Bit dramatic, isn’t it?”

Beth pointed an accusing finger. “Dramatic?! DRAMATIC?! I JUST WALKED INTO LIVE ACTION PORN IN ME BEST MATE’S HOUSE! YOU THINK I’M BEING DRAMATIC?!”

Leah burst out laughing again.

You were seconds away from physically dragging Leah into another dimension where you could live in peace, away from the shame of this moment.

“Leah, for the love of God, shut up.”

Beth was now full-body shaking. “I came here to decorate. For the birthday party. I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE.” She let out a breath. “AND YOU TWO—YOU TWO WERE DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT AT TEN IN THE BLOODY MORNING.”

Leah smirked. “Well, actually, it was more like half-nine, wasn’t it, babe?”

You threw a cushion at her face.

Beth, still vibrating with horror, took a deep breath and slowly backed toward the door.

“I’m leaving,” she announced.

Leah pouted. “You just got here.”

“I AM LEAVING. I AM GOING TO GO HOME, I AM GOING TO PRETEND THIS NEVER HAPPENED, AND I AM NEVER COMING TO THIS HOUSE WITHOUT KNOCKING EVER AGAIN.”

She pointed one last, trembling finger. “And you two? You are sick, perverted freaks, and I hope you know that.”

Then, without another word, she turned and walked out the door.

Leah?

Leah was howling with laughter.

You?

You were seconds away from death via sheer embarrassment.

“I am never looking her in the eyes again,” you mumbled into your hands.

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A Few Hours Later

The trauma had not subsided.

Beth had returned (hesitantly, after triple-checking that the house was safe), and the rest of the team had arrived for the party.

Unfortunately, Beth Mead was not one to suffer in silence.

The second everyone was gathered around, drinks in hand, music playing, she stood up, cleared her throat, and raised her voice so everyone could hear.

“Right, I’d just like to take a moment to formally announce that I will no longer be accepting invitations to Leah and Y/N’s house unless I have legal documentation stating that they are both fully clothed at all times.”

The room erupted in confused laughter.

You froze.

Leah smirked, immediately knowing what was coming.

“Beth, don’t you—”

“Oh, I fucking will.” Beth turned to the crowd. “Do you lot know what I had the absolute displeasure of walking into this morning?”

You slammed your face into your hands.

“BETHANY, PLEASE.”

Beth ignored you, taking a dramatic pause before announcing, loudly and proudly:

“LEAH WILLIAMSON RAW-DOGGING ONE OF MY BEST MATES ON THE LIVING ROOM SOFA.”

Silence.

Absolute, stunned silence.

Then…

Chaos.

Viv fell off her chair.

Lotte screamed.

Katie had to physically hold onto the table to keep herself upright.

You?

You were considering moving to another country.

Meanwhile, Leah?

Leah was laughing her head off.

Beth took a triumphant sip of her beer.

“Happy birthday, Y/N. Hope it was worth scarring me for life.”

[akira-dulbar]

The life you left behind

4/3: Discoveries and chaos, but also decisions

part1 part2 part3

Summary: You see a man following you and your son, but that's all it is. What does your alleged stalker really think? Also, chaos erupts in the Wayne family.

Warning: stalking, mention of death.

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Lately, you've felt like someone's been watching you, not just you but your son as well. But that wasn't the strange thing. You lived in Gotham, so this kind of thing wasn't surprising. What was really strange was that he didn't do anything. He didn't threaten you. You didn't expect me to let my guard down to hurt you and your son, nothing.

All of this happened after the encounter with Red Hood, or maybe before; you didn't know for sure.

He just stood there, a few steps away, following you like he was your personal bodyguard, protecting you from reckless danger. Which was weird and frustrating. Why did he do it? Was there a reason for him? Besides, it wasn't like you could face him. You didn't even know what he looked like. Which made the situation worse. He was like a ghost. You couldn't see him, but you could feel him, and it was somewhat uncomfortable.

Every time you wanted to confront him, you turned around. Magically, you couldn't feel his presence anymore, and you only saw people passing by, but you knew it wasn't any of them. Another was that when you turned a corner, you stood there, hoping that when he turned around, he'd immediately run into you. But that didn't happen either, since either someone passed by and went the other way, or no one turned the corner with you.

But you knew he was there, and you could prove it. One of those cases was when you were at the store with your son, Peter. You were trying to reach the 8-roll pack of toilet paper because you were out of stock. For some stupid reason, the workers thought it was a good idea to put those packs on the highest shelves where only Superman could reach them. In any case while you were trying to catch up with him, Peter kept running from one side to the other, which made your hair stand on end since you couldn't do two things at once, so when Peter turned the corner to go to the other aisle, without hesitation you followed him forgetting the package of paper and your cart with your purchases, when you returned to Peter who was reluctantly contrasting you with the surprise of the paper was in the cart and not on the high shelf that you couldn't reach, when you approached you were also surprised by the fact that there were also other things you needed but you hadn't put them in the cart yet along with a few dollars to pay, that was certainly strange and for some reason you knew it had been him.

Another case was when you were reading a book to your son in his room, Peter was lying in bed ready to sleep with his Wonder Woman stuffed animal while you were sitting next to him reading, for some reason you looked up at the window for a moment, but it was just when you saw a nest of black hair with eyes that you didn't know if they were blue-green or neon green, in any case you screamed like a crazy woman while the man's eyes opened and the sound of hurried footsteps fleeing down the fire stairs was heard, you remember running to see if you could see him, but to your surprise and horror you saw nothing, at first you thought it was your downstairs neighbor, but he was blond, not black-haired, because you reinforced the security of the windows and closed the curtains, and why not go to the police, you're easily in Gotham, don't be surprised. And how did you know it was a man and not a woman? No idea, but you had the idea it was a man. I don't want to be prejudiced, but there was something that definitely told you it was a man.

But you quickly realized it wasn't dangerous—well, not for you or your son, but for others, and here are some other examples.

There was once a time when your neighbor Frank's friend who lived downstairs moved in with him because his girlfriend kicked him out, God knows why, but you thought it was because of his personality. He wouldn't stop insulting his ex-girlfriend for kicking him out just because she slept with his mother. When you heard it for the first time, it horrified you and left you completely perplexed. You tried to keep your son from getting close to him in any way. He wasn't the example you wanted your son to see of men, but for some reason he wouldn't leave you alone, always cornering you at any moment and making comments that ranged from flirtatious to inappropriate for the general public. You almost cried when your son asked you what they meant. That's what you wanted to avoid, but everything reached a breaking point when he insinuated that he could be a father to your child. No, absolutely not, you told him bluntly, which he didn't like and he got a little violent but you managed. You easily escaped and ran away, the next day your neighbor Frank was at your door apologizing for him and saying that his friend would be moving out at the end of the day, that he would never show up again, which made you completely relieved, but then he said something that left you puzzled but at the same time confirmed your assumptions.

"Hey, could you tell your boyfriend that since my friend is leaving, there's no need to come back into my apartment or say anything about the drugs?" Frank looked nervous, tired, and very scared, but you could only blink at what he said.

"What?" you said after a while, puzzled about your supposed boyfriend and some drugs.

"I mean, if I had known you had a boyfriend the size of a mountain, I wouldn't have let anything happen. I swear, please don't say anything about the drugs." You could see Frank rambling on about the drugs and your supposedly terrifying boyfriend the size of Texas, but you just stared at him, perplexed.

Then you found out his friend had a broken rib and both his right arm and leg were in casts, and that was just one of the cases.

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Jason hated being in the mansion, maybe not as much as before, but he still didn't like it very much. That's why when Dick asked him if he wanted to help organize some things, he said no. But when Alfred told him to come and that he would give him some of his delicious cookies as a reward, he didn't hesitate for a minute.

In any case, he was there, in his adoptive father's office, helping with his brothers to organize the mess he had.

"For someone who dresses as a bat at night and solves cases, this place is a mess." Jason could see the boxes full of messy papers waiting to be opened and organized.

"Unfortunately, there was a time when Master Bruce neglected his responsibilities; this is just the result of that carelessness." Alfred was standing by the door with a glass of juice for one of the roommates.

"Father, this isn't the kind of carelessness the world's greatest detective should have." Damian was sitting in Bruce's office chair, with Alfred the cat lying on his lap as if he belonged there.

"I have to say I'm not proud of this mess." Bruce was sitting on the floor with a pile of papers and boxes around him, stuffing some papers into a box and sorting through other papers to see what was inside.

"Anyway, how did this mess come about?" Dick was standing right next to Bruce, with the same mess around him, doing the same thing Bruce was doing.

"Well, Master Dick, first it was when he was just starting out as Batman that he left some responsibilities behind, then it was his adoption, and finally the death of Master Jason." There was a moment of silence for that last bit of information. Jason remained silent as he continued organizing papers while the others looked at each other, knowing that this subject was somewhat delicate.

Seeing the silence growing and the tension rising, Bruce was the next to speak.

"Anyway, I appreciate you coming to help me with this, knowing you might have had something better to do."

"Hey, don't worry, B. We didn't have anything better to do, right guys?" Dick turned to look at his brothers.

"Yes, I do." "Me too." "Of course."

"Oh, please." Dick looked at the three of them as he spoke. "What did you have to do?"

"Finish a case." Tim was the first to speak, but Alfred quickly silenced him.

"I remind you, Tim, that you needed to take a break from those activities; too much of it isn't good for your health." Alfred handed Tim an iced tea while scolding him for not getting enough sleep.

"Practice." Damien was the second to speak, but he wasn't spared either.

"Damian, we already talked about that. No practicing after lunch," Bruce gently reprimanded his son as he continued sorting papers.

"But, Father," "No, Damian, I already said no." Damian just crossed his arms and grumbled.

"And you, Jason?" Dick looked back at his second-born brother.

"Checking on Peter and his mom," Jason shrugged as he closed one box and reached for another to open it.

"So, being a stalker," Tim said, sipping on his iced tea.

"Look who's talking, replacement. Between you and me, you're the stalker. I'm just checking on them." Jason pulled a stack of unopened letters out of the box and laid them on the floor.

"That's still stalking. Just because you change the name to something more aesthetically pleasing doesn't mean it's not the same." Tim quickly dodged the box that was headed for his head.

"Guys, guys, don't get carried away." Dick raised his arms in a gesture of peace to calm the atmosphere.

"And what else do you want me to do in place of yours? It's not like I can just show up at her door and say, 'Hey, remember me? I was the man you thought was dead and the father of your child. How have you been?' She's going to call the police." Jason snorted as he looked at the cards in his hand, sorting them out one by one for organization.

"Also, considering you don't physically resemble the boy you were when you were 15." Like Jason, Damian sorted the cards out one by one.

Everyone knew Damian was right. Jason no longer physically resembled the child he once was. Thanks to the Lazarus Pit, if he approached you, you'd probably be scared stiff.

Jason couldn't help but remember the time you saw him that night. You screamed loudly and scared while you watched him through his son's bedroom window. He didn't mean to. He got distracted and scared you stiff. Now, every time he went to check on you, The curtains were closed, and he couldn't see them now, which frustrated him greatly.

He also didn't forget that idiot who assumed you were Peter's father figure. He has to say he saw green after that. That idiot was sexually harassing you so blatantly, right in front of his son. He had no shame, but thank God he took care of it. That idiot had no right to do any of that, nor to flirt with you like that and insinuate that he was Peter's father. Peter was his son, he had that right, not him. He wasn't the father, he was…

Jason was Peter's father… But how could he be a father if not even Peter knew of his existence? Neither of you knew he was alive, and that he knew about you, that he could be in your lives, but not even that… Maybe it was fear? That you'd be angry with him? That you wouldn't stop seeing Peter? No, it wasn't that… It was fear of getting you involved… getting you involved in a life you didn't want, of taking away the peace and quiet you had because of the selfishness of being in their lives. And worst of all, if you and Peter started to hate him because of it, maybe it would ruin Peter. Maybe he wouldn't be a great father, he wouldn't be a good father, he wouldn't be…

Jason stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the letter in his hand.

Your name was written on the letter.

Jason quickly opened the letter and began to read.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bruce. I hope these words find you in a moment of reflection and calm. I'm writing to you with a mixture of fear and determination. Before I tell you what I want to tell you, I want you to know that my heart is beating with news that could change everything. I'd like you to know that I'm pregnant with Jason's baby (No, this isn't a joke). I know this may come as a shock to you, and I understand. The truth is, I'm scared and I don't know what to do. I'm worried about the baby's future and how I'm going to take care of it, or if I'd even want to take care of it at all. I'm still undecided. I want us to be able to talk about what's happening. I know you have a lot of questions, and I'll answer them all. Even if you don't believe me, I'll do everything to prove it's true. I just want to talk. I'm not asking for anything more, I just don't know what to do.

With all due respect.

(Your name)"

Jason's color has drained. This can't be real. You had written to Bruce and told him about the baby. Jason looked at the other cards. Some of them also had your name, your fucking name. Jason thought he was going to faint, he started to tense up.

"Master Jason, are you okay?" Alfred approached Jason while he just tensed up.

"Jason?" Everyone turned to look at Jason, while he just stood there.

Everyone was surprised when Jason suddenly stood up and walked over to Bruce, standing in front of him.

"Jason?…!!!!!" Bruce was surprised when Jason grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. By this point, everyone had already stood up, disturbed by Jason's outburst.

"You old idiot, what does this mean?" Jason flashed the cards in Bruce's face. Bruce could only open his eyes and skim the card.

"Jason, what's wrong?" Dick tried to grab Jason's shoulder, but was quickly pushed away.

"Dick, this is what's going on." Jason let go of Bruce and flashed the card in Bruce's face, surprising Dick.

"Because of this fucking mess and his carelessness, he didn't know she was pregnant. For God's sake, Dick, do you know what that means?" Jason began to speak louder, as he handed the letter to Dick, who, along with Tim, read it as they lost their color, turning into ghosts.

"She told him about the pregnancy, but he didn't even take the time to read it," Jason began to shout at this point.

"Jason, I swear I didn't know," Bruce tried to speak, but was quickly silenced by Jason.

"Oh, of course you didn't know. Do you have any idea how she must have felt when you didn't answer? How scared she must have been? That you might have thought she was a liar? Crazy, even?" Jason began to push Bruce while pointing out his mistake.

"Jason, please calm down." Dick grabbed Jason, pushing him away from Bruce. Bruce was holding his head with one hand while the other held him so he wouldn't faint.

"Calm down? Calm down? For God's sake, Dick, Bruce could have helped her, so she wouldn't have to be alone, or I don't know, do something else."

"You don't know that, Jason," Tim shouted so Jason could hear him.

"I don't know! Both you and Bruce are up to your necks in money, and you're going to tell me Bruce wouldn't have helped her?"

"Todd, that's not what Drake meant."

"Then what did he mean? Because that didn't sound like anything else to me."

"Jason, I think you should calm down before you say something you'll regret."

"Fuck you, Dick," Jason shouted as he walked loudly to the door, leaving the office and leaving the others in the office.

Jason just walked toward a place he knew would calm him down.

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Jason was in the cafeteria across from his son's kindergarten. It was almost dismissal time, and Jason was hoping to see his son.

"Can I sit here?" Jason looked up from the window at his father and nodded, while Bruce sat across from him, also facing the window.

"So this is it, right?" Jason nodded again without looking at Bruce.

"Jason, I…" Bruce paused for a moment to speak.

"When you died, I didn't want to know anything else." Jason turned to look at his father.

"I was lost. I got away from everything. I didn't know how to navigate properly, and because of that, I couldn't understand what was going on around me." Bruce turned to look at his son.

"It's not your fault," Jason sighed as he lay down on the cafeteria table.

"You were grieving at the time… it's not your fault, you had the right to be that way." Jason sighed again, but Bruce didn't speak, encouraging him to keep talking.

"I don't know what to do. I just met my son and… everything is new to me, I don't really know what to do, and I don't want to ruin it." I don't want to be a bad father. Those were words left unspoken but perfectly understood.

"I know how you feel," Jason turned to look into Bruce's eyes. "I didn't meet Damian until he was several years old. And at first, I felt the same as you. I felt lost and didn't know what to do."

"How did you do it?"

"Well, at first it was difficult. But Dick and Alfred helped me a lot. They taught me to be patient and understand his needs."

"And now Damian is more open and less violent. I realized I wasn't alone, thanks to them."

"I feel like I'm not capable of doing the same." I'm afraid of ruining it for him and his mother." Jason rubbed his eyes as he looked down.

"Jason, you're not going to ruin it. You're going to learn and grow with them. And you're not alone. I'm here to help you, and your siblings can be a big help too. The most important thing is that you don't give up; you'll do great. Be patient with yourself, with your son, and with his mother. And if you remember that love and dedication are what matter most, then you'll do well." Bruce puts a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this."

"Jason, no one is ready to be a father. But what matters is that you're willing to learn and do what's best for your child." Bruce smiles as he turns toward the window.

"Besides, don't you think they deserve to decide if they want you in their lives?" Jason turns to see his son being carried by you as the two of you smile at them. He watches as you kiss your son on the forehead and hug him tightly.

"Yes, you're right. Thanks, Dad." Bruce just smiles.

"You're welcome, son." The two of you watch as you walk off with your son safely toward your apartment, while Jason has a look of determination.

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I have to thank @1abi because his comment on my 3rd post immediately gave me an idea and I literally wrote all of this today, thank you very much.

@mev-fizzah-writes (I don't know how to label haha)

Well, I don't know much English.

[m-jelly]

Hello jelly! How are you, I've got a request (it has been awhile as I am sick, but here we go) Could you write a one shot about Levi watching his SO, who is the one that helps him through his boughts of insomnia, getting attacked by a titan and losing her leg. How would he help and stuff?

Pain, loss and love.

Levi x fem reader

Canon world, married, angst, fluff, caring Levi, mentions of blood, healing.

Where were you? You had to be around somewhere. The last time Levi had eyes on you was only a few minutes ago, but now you were missing. Panic was setting in. You couldn't have gotten far; there weren't many titans left except for an abnormal.

It then clicked in his head. You were facing that beast alone. Levi trusted you, he believed in your strength but there was a lot of young blood about. He was concerned that others would put you at risk.

Levi flew across the broken village and spotted you ahead. He felt happy just for a moment until everything went wrong. A young kid flew in the way of the titan's jaws. You shoved them out of the way, saving their lives. Horror consumed Levi as he watched the titan launch up and bite down on your leg.

Blood sprayed from you and the titan towards Levi. He flinched a little as the blood hit his cheek. It took a few moments for his brain to process what he saw. Before he knew it, he was screaming your name and flying towards the titan and slicing into it over and over until there was nothing left.

He panted as his senses came back to him, he looked for you again to see you'd managed to escape and you were lying on the roof in pain with the lower half of your left leg missing. He flew over to you as blood oozed out of your torn wound.

You panted and gripped at Levi. "I'm okay. Levi, I'm okay."

He yanked his cape off, tore it up wrapped up your wound and pulled tightly to stop the blood flow. "We need to get you back to base."

You gulped hard. "Am I still pretty?"

Levi welled up as he chuckled. "Stop joking at a time like this."

You reached over and poked his bloodied cheek. "Got you smiling though."

"You did." He scooped you up. "We need to get you back." He flew off with you. "And for the record, I think you're sexy and hot still. I'll make sure you have the best wheelchair as well."

"I know you will."

Levi didn't stop until he got you to safety. He hated having to wait for the medical team to fix your leg. He hated that you had to be in hospital. He hated that he didn't protect you like he promised in his vows. He felt like a mess, like he'd let you down, like he was a bad husband but he knew you'd give him so many kisses and praise him.

"Levi." Erwin walked closer with a smile. "I can see a small smile on your face meaning you're thinking of your wife telling you off, right?"

Levi hummed. "She's too cute for her own good."

"You should clean up. Your wife won't be available for a while."

Levi released a long sigh. "Can't believe someone else has had to tell me to be clean."

"It's understandable, this is your wife we're talking about. The only woman you've ever loved got hurt in front of you. You broke." He patted Levi's shoulder. "A quick shower will do you good."

He did just as Erwin suggested, he washed up and changed into the comfy clothes he knew you loved. He returned to your hospital room and was allowed to sit next to you. He played with his wedding ring as you slept peacefully. The doctors explained you were fine, you were strong and you were impressive. They let him know that once everything was healed you could get a nice wooden prosthetic to help you walk.

"Levi?"

He flinched and looked over at you. "Hey, beautiful."

You giggled when he sat on your bed and began kissing your face. "Hey. You look good."

"Thank you." He held your hands and began kissing your fingers. "You are so stunning, brat."

"Thank you." You winced a little. "I guess no more being a scout, huh?"

"You can still be a scout, brat. You can help with paperwork."

You said your full name. "Slayer of paperwork instead of titans."

He bit your finger. "Deadly."

No matter what you needed, Levi got it for you. He was there every single day. Normally, you helped him with insomnia and soothed him, but since he started taking care of you he didn't need much help he just slept easily because every day and every minute was all about you. Erwin gave him less missions at work so he could dedicate time to you, plus you did paperwork for the scouts and enjoyed the new role.

The big day for you came and Levi was nervous, today you were finally having your finished and perfected wooden prosthetic fitted and checked. While Levi was nervous you were incredibly excited about it all. Levi watched as the doctor talked you through everything, he had to admit he was a bit possessive of you and felt slight irritation when the man touched your thigh a lot as the leg was fitted on. However, Levi behaved because you were so happy and excited.

You grinned at Levi. "How does it look?"

Levi rubbed your back. "Gorgeous like you."

The doctor moved back. "Let me help you walk."

You shook your head. "I want Levi to help." You opened your arms out. "Levi?"

He rushed to stand in front of you. "Yes." He held your arms and pulled you to your feet. "Careful. Nice and slow, okay?"

"Got it."

Levi looked down. "Okay, step forward with your left." He pulled you closer. "Good, now the right."

You breathed a few times before stepping forward. "Ah, I did it!"

"Any pain?"

You shook your head. "No, it's good. It feels weird, but good."

"You want to keep going?"

"Yes." You walked with Levi before the aching started. "I need to stop."

Levi picked you up and took you to your chair. "You did so well."

The doctor smiled and noted on his pad. "Well done. Just keep practising with your husband and you'll be running in no time."

You grinned at him. "Thank you!"

He handed over a letter. "Take these meds to help with the slight pain."

"Got it."

Levi pushed your chair along. "Thank you again." He kept moving and clicked his tongue where you were away from the doctor. "Asshole kept flirting with you."

You giggled. "He was just being nice."

"He touched you a lot."

"Well, you can touch me a lot when we get home to replace his touch."

Levi smiled. "I like that." He leaned and kissed the side of your head. "I love you."

"Love you always."

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @pelicanpizza @hideandgopeep @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously @dreamerofthewest @abiatackerman @minminroie

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

i loved ur yandere bill fic !! Can u make one about Pete ? <3

Wanna Tear You Apart

Summary: YANDERE! Pete x reader

TW/CW: Stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of dead animals, self harm (both ends), bones

A/N: Thank you for the request anon! Pete would honestly be the worst yandere overall, so these were especially fun to do honesty!

Reblogs are appreciated!

* Pete would honestly be the scariest yandere out of all the members

* Pete’s love for things violent, bloody, gory and everything in the technicolor rainbow will mean he’s an obvious yandere

* You can feel his presence at any point of the day. Even when he’s hanging out with the club, if he spots you, his eyes are fully on you (if you can catch him, you’ll see that there’s no light in them)

* If he’s alone, expect him to already be at your locker, trying to act all suave, but he’s not. He’s not even doing the right pose, and any “small talk” he does comes off as stiff and uncomfortable.

* Would actively follow you home from school, and you wouldn’t even know it. His small stature makes it easy for him to hide practically anywhere the moment you suspect him watching you (catch him in the act will result in an aloof Pete, complaining “I don’t know my way around this neighborhood.” Before going to a random store)

* Alone in his bedroom, he’ll have fantasies of him being the serial killer and you the final person. Imagining how scared you look as he approaches you, before you two making out with the corpses of your friends underneath him (he definitely has masturbated to that)

* Will stalk you online. Your MySpace, family’s Facebook and even online forums are not safe from Pete. You had to block multiple different accounts because of how persistent they were being (messages going from loving to demanding, knowing personal information about you, possibly sending pictures of gore + deaths from horror movie to scare you)

* Fuck, he’ll probably send you weird gifts to your house (animal bones, an actual human heart, his favorite movies, etc). You throw them out of trash for the most part, but Pete knows you throw it out…he’s just thinks you’re playing hard to get

* Little graphic, but he definitely carved your name onto his hip (at least your initials). He would have to constantly hide it if you two started dating

* Speaking of which, the confessions done in note form. He poorly stuff it in your locker with chocolate he brought from the pharmacy. It’s honestly couple of pages of rambling about what he knows about you and maybe a sentence being “Oh yeah, I like you”

* Accepting it would have him over the moon. Expect him to tackle you and just lay on top of you, talking about how happy he is and how you’re stuck with him like glue

* Would absolutely brag about you to anyone who meets him, especially the club

* The gifts will not stop, but he’s going to try and put some effort into them (maybe bones of your favorite animals, perhaps)

* You would have to keep him on a leash cause he would not be afraid to jump on people and attack them for talking shit about you or him (someone tie him up like Hannibal Lecture)

* If you carved his initials onto your skin, you’ll have his loyalty forever <3

* Good luck, solider. You’re going to need it

[81pastrys]

Slight Annoynace

Summary— Lila takes care of Lando’s curls when he doesn’t care to, but he cares enough to annoy her.

Warnings— Lando being annoying 😭

A/N—yeah Lila would do this.

Lando had taught Lila all she could know about their curls. So much so, she ended up a manager of his when he just gave up on taming them.

After a race, before interviews, press, anywhere, and anytime he genuinely could not care less about how they looked.

He was doing media video with Oscar for McLaren in the MTC and kept touching the curls she so delicately and perfectly placed.

“Dad!!” She whined behind the camera. He gave her a look and Oscar giggled at her. She walked in frame and fixed the curls he misplaced.

“Lila, it’s media.” He said looking up at her while she messed with his hair again. “Go away.” He playfully swatted at her and another curl fell on his forehead.

“Fine! But you look stupid.” She blew a raspberry at him when she walked off. Mila looked up from her phone, definitely unbothered about the media they were shooting. “He looks stupid!” Lila said to her best friend.

“Let him look stupid.” The girl of barely any words laughed. Lando scolded at them from the seat he was glued to for the video. “What?! She said it!” Mila said noticing the glare from her father.

They finished the video and Lando did Lila’s worst nightmare. He fluffed his hair with his hand carelessly. Lila looked with horror as he did. Lando laughed and pointed at his daughter in disbelief. “Hours! Hours and you don’t care!”

“I do care Lila, but I’m done with media and it’s bothering me.” Lando said. She groaned and Mila laughed.

“I’m so glad you don’t have complicated hair.” Mila said to her dad, doing the same thing with no reactions from anyone.

“You wouldn’t care either way so I don’t know what you’re on about Mila.” Oscar said with a sly smile. “I’m kidding!” He followed with, afraid the teenager would hit him.

“You’re lucky your dad isn’t high maintenance like mine is.” Lila rolled her eyes. Lando tapped her head and she swatted his hand away. “Hey!” She laughed when Lando roped her into a tight hug. Messing her hair up like he did his.

“Lila your curls! Oh no!” Lando joked, letting her free. He laughed hard as she playfully punched his arm. Oscar and Mila now watched in silence as the two were playfully wrestling and messing up each other’s hair. “Alright, alright!” Lando laughed when she got the upper hand.

“Are you done?!” She asked exhausted, not having the training they have had. “I can break your arm if you’re not?” She mentioned. She had gotten his arm locked under hers, something Jon taught her as self defense.

“Yes! Let me go!” Lando laughed. She let him go and he got one more fluff of her hair before she walked far enough away.

Ofc Jon would teach her self defense like hello?!

@il0vereadingstuff @kallanfiona

[lostwcnderlands]

if there was any sort of surprise to be felt at bryce’s transformation, josiah didn’t let it show on his face. as if they were truly strangers - not even a glance found its way in his direction, the artist stone-faced && slumped, without so much of a glimmer of recognition. but he heard it all the same, he heard the response to his earlier confession. a piece him, given freely, as payment for the piece of josiah now held. one that hadn’t been ripped out of him with ink && plasma. on the inside, through a marijuana haze that dulled every sense && slowed time itself… josiah smiled. the way a soul does when deep into a comatose state, but can still hear the world as it passes by.

his favorite color was orange, and he was an incredible actor. maybe the fool was smarter than he let on, and josiah shouldn’t continue to underestimate him.

meanwhile, jesse remained none the wiser. eyes that were soft mocha, but a gaze that was hard - inquisitive, seeking, judging. finally decided to be pleased with the level of disarray the recruit had arrived to the worship, his smile widened. unusually chipper on a face that once wore shadows of horror the night before. “ okay... good to know. “ he chuckled. “ welcome, bryce. “

and just like that - jesse forgot the newest lamb to the flock. turning to address no one in particular, he inhaled deeply. movements slow, serene… like he knew he commanded every bit of energy in the room. like he fed off the restless, stoic anticipation of his sheep. the smile was cold, stone-carved, as he continued with a haphazard sermon. delusions of a man dipping deeper into madness, and dragging everyone else towards the deep with him.

“ today, i want us to take a look at fear together. we view it as a tool, a means for survival… it’s not. fear is not what keeps us alive, as so many believe. it’s what holds us back. “ throat cleared, feet paced in a slow circle, taking up space in the center of the rings of chairs. “ a fear of heights does not stop you from jumping off a bridge. that is just logic. common sense. you don’t jump because you know your bones might break against the water, you’ll go into shock, probably drown. if you don’t pass out on the way down. “ he laughed, head shaking.

it could be amusing, a man who wielded fear like a holy weapon, to be abolishing it now. “ when we are afraid of petty inconveniences like rejection or judgement, we withhold ourselves from the desires we should be nourishing. we allow things to happen to us we don’t want, or we place ourselves in positions that keep us from happiness. we relinquish our control, and lose our divinity. fear is not a tool to guide us, but to subdue us. “

a long pause followed. jesse’s eyes meeting at random with others, feeding off the way they watched his every move. then, with a movement jarringly fast for how slow && deliberate he’d been until then, a revolver was withdrawn from the hidden waistband of his slacks. trigger cocked, the gun at the ready, and his finger hovering just above the kill.

it pointed directly at josiah’s head, only a few inches from his temple. a quiet inhale shook the room. “ see? a demonstration. notice how he isn’t afraid. he knows giving in to fear would make him do something stupid. like try to fight or flee. “

under the nose of the gun, josiah was rigid. he hadn’t flinched. hadn’t even blinked - but the signs were there, if you bothered to read them. hands pressed flat to his thighs to hide the quiver, a jaw that twitched with tense as molars grit together. the absence of his chest rising, proof baited breath was held like smoke in the lungs. whenever examples were to be made… why was it always, always at his expense? tendons in his neck flexed, every muscle screaming silently to react, but somehow… the man remained perfectly still.

“ replace your fear with faith. trust the process, trust yourself. practice acceptance. any questions? “ jesse asked brightly, a smile licking devilish across his lips, but the gun didn’t remove from its position towards his twin. it didn’t shake in his hand, and the room was eerily silent.

Despite Josiah's belief that Bryce is reckless, he does actually consider himself to be quite clever. So he knows when to behave and when not to, unless his pride is pushed a hair too far over the edge and he goes tumbling down the rabbit hole as Chatty would put it. In this case he makes sure he looks suitably defeated, tired. His hair is not to his standard, the buttons of his button up are mismatched.

He has put detail in the weary look he is presenting as he tilts his chin up, no point in throwing the game at the very beginning. Only Josiah will know he is not so addled, that his mind is clear, but he remembers Josiah's surprise when he saw how well he looked in the morning. Probably due to not sleeping on a dock in the freezing cold, with a shower, plenty of water, and decent company.

But he meant what he said when he told the other man that they would be strangers, because Josiah's favorite color is blue. And that fact did not matter in any way, it was something given freely and it shifted things even more. He has been helped by him, comforted in his way, allowed to exist as himself. Josiah is his friend, even if he doesn't know it.

So Bryce will protect his secrets. He clears his throat. He spent the drive here shouting at the top of his lungs the whole time to strain it. "I'm Bryce Delacourt," He croaks, and cleared his throat again, "I'm twenty eight, and my favorite color is orange."

He wants to look at Josiah, to wink. To let him in on the game but he doesn't, instead he lets his eyes droop back down to the floor.

[deareverlasting]

King of the (Pillow) Fort

The castle was cold.

Like, seriously. Lance was freezing.

Key word: was.

Everyone called him crazy (not Hunk, of course, the sweet man he is) when he announced he would be camping out in the main lodge to build a makeshift fort out of blankets he scavenged and an ungodly amount of pillows.

See, the castle's heating system was down. How in the galaxy a high-end alien warship managed to fail at something so... simple compared to the literal blaster canons the ship housed that could take out a small moon if it wanted to was beyond Lance. But it happened, and so, here he was, snuggled up beneath his Castle of Blankets.

To say it wasn't just a little bit funny to watch everyone suffer and slowly give in to his "crazy" idea would be a lie. The biggest Lance would've ever told.

Hunk caved first.

The door hissed open, and Lance peeked out from his blanket fortress when no one made their presence known, not even a squeak from Allura's little mice.

Hunk stood in his yellow pajamas and yellow lion slippers, holding a fluffy, beige blanket and a bowl of peeled oranges. Or, well, the space equivalent of them. Space oranges.

Lance welcomed the man with open arms.

Next came Coran and Allura. Mumbling apologies with a few old storybooks of Altean Horror Tales for the occasion. Something about hearing from Lance before that humans told stories at their sleepovers. Lance beamed.

Then, Shiro came with the promise of his Altean Laptop (they managed to pirate Starwars before, so why not some classic horror movies, too?) and a growling Pidge, thrashing in his arms.

"She's been working on getting the heating back up," Shiro sighed as he ducked into the fort, burrowing into Hunk's blanket when Hunk opened up a side for him and Pidge. "Pretty sure her lips were turning blue."

"You really are a stubborn devil aren't you," Lance poked her face with his finger, narrowing his eyes at her. He yanked his finger back with a yelp when she nearly bit it off. "Cold-blooded too, no wonder Shiro nearly found a Pidgesicle!"

"Pidgesicle?" Allura asked.

"A pidge popsicle."

"Allura doesn't know what that is, Lance." Hunk reminded him.

"Oh."

The very last one was Keith.

The rest of the gang were all huddled up together, soaking in each other's warmth. The lights in the room were off, and, courtesy of Pidge, they managed to pirate The Conjuring. They had just begun the movie, already latching onto each other for comfort when the telltale music of 'shit is about to go down, grab your loved ones and try to keep your heart in your chest' began to play.

Of course, Keith decided to pop into the tent just as the entity haunting Annabelle began to furiously pound on the door, causing the girls in the movie and in turn, the paladins: to scream.

"Holy SHIT, dude!" Lance's hand was splayed across his heart as if he were clutching his not-there pearls. "Ever heard of knocking?"

Ironic. He knows.

But Keith paid him no heed with his stuffy nose and shivering form. He looked like he was about to fall over at any moment. And that's when it occurred to Lance and the rest of the team that maybe, just maybe, Galra don't do too well in cold temperatures.

Everyone began asking Keith questions of concern as he fumbled his way inside, nudging Pidge from where she sat beside Lance. Pidge obeyed with a roll of her eyes and Lance nearly bit his tongue when Keith promptly tucked himself into his side. But no, oh no, he didn't stop there. Keith fucking nuzzled him, breathing a sigh of relief and satisfaction before... well, he fell asleep.

Shiro snorted, sending the two a fond look before pressing play on the laptop.

And slowly- Lance would blame the warmth of the blankets and body heat surrounding him, the way the little huddle reminded him of nights when the power went out back home and his family would all have a little sleepover in the living room- slowly, Lance relaxed, repositioning himself slightly until Keith's head was burrowed into his shoulder. The soft breaths tickled his neck, sending goosebumps down his spine.

But it felt right. Normal. Because it soothed the wallowing sea of homesickness that never seemed to leave him lately. And, well, he would let himself revel in this little moment. Of course, he would.

He was so holding the fact Keith drooled in his sleep over his head when he woke up, though.

The Comic Mini's Part 1 [Next]

[parcai]

I'm sure this isn't even a new discussion point, but it's bugging me more the more I think about it. ACOMAF's infamous Chapter 54/55 – Rhysand's infodump – is the go-to justification for his stans. That's where he gets a lot of his appeal, by explaining his past actions and motivations before their little paint session. ACOMAF, though, is so different from ACOTAR and its first book appeal, it lacks the whimsical magic, whirlwind romance that the other books just don't have. It feels like SJM put more thought into the plot and writing, which is why the later problems are so frustrating. Because not only is ACOMAF generally lower quality than ACOTAR, it's those less quality sections that people use to justify Tamlin hate to make Rhysand look better, which is ridiculous because if SJM has to take so many roundabout paths with poor plotting/writing to justify Rhysand, then how 'good' can he really be?

The way ACOMAF undoes what ACOTAR was about... ugh. It's such a blatant rewrite, and a poor one at that, as we all know and have discussed endlessly. But it's more than that! It's a rewrite and it's explicit about being a rewrite, but people can't even see that/don't care! Rhysand wouldn't be nearly as popular if he didn't have to explain all the supposedly good things he's done for Feyre! Tamlin saves her family and doesn't go around boasting about it; he protects her, even if it risks his court. He tries to shield her from Prythian's problems. They had their issues, sure, but it all felt more natural. If Tamlin had a whole lengthy chapter sitting there talking about all his choices, maybe people would love him too, but that doesn't happen in ACOTAR, because that's just such lazy writing!

Forget who you like more, or whether you buy Feyre's POV – the fact that Rhysand needs that infodump and that justification for his actions, whereas Tamlin's actions often speak for themselves! The writing feels like it's working overtime to elevate Rhysand at Tamlin's expense. And this circular logic is just so incredibly frustrating.

I wish SJM had kept Rhysand as he was in book one. I actually deeply enjoyed him there. Or, if she was going to do all this, had actually properly foreshadowed it. All this overcompensating just to make him look good... so annoying. I miss Rhysand where the narrative held him accountable, allowed him to be truly morally grey and just an entertaining guy doing the most insane things. I miss the first book. I miss the hinted-at insane lore between Rhysand and Tamlin, their fathers, their families, their powers. The picture of them being friends, to standing across from each other in a hallway, each other's families' blood on their hands, glowing in the light of new High Lordship. Their history, their contrast, the fact that neither of them were fully good people but the narrative could respect that and still love them both anyway. I miss everything about it, really, before it all turned juvenile and unrealistic and childish.

I don't think people have enough critical thinking to understand that it was already easy to love Rhysand and appreciate him for what he was in the first book, that perfection/goodness doesn't equate to likeability, and it was his flaws, fully acknowledged, that made him so interesting/fun to learn about. That this was the beauty of the first book in the first place. Brb mourning what could have been…mourning the fact that it never had to be Rhysand vs Tamlin in the first place.

Rhysand and Tamlin and Feyre and how they all work together to show different sides of what it means to grow up and work through the horrors of your past and become who you were always meant to be (aka the point of writing about 500 yos like this in the first place). A story of a mortal girl with fire in her veins, who shot a wolf, and threw a shoe, and was both saved by and ended up saving the Beast. Was reckless and stupid and with a big enough heart to venture down into the depths of Amarantha's lair, not some overly forgiving, amnesiac doormat, who changed them both in very different ways, and who changed her. Head in hands btw. It's not just that Tamlin deserves justice, it's that all three of them do. None of this is as it should be, and the blindness to the injustice of Tamlin's character is only the tip of the iceberg. 😞

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer: What are you guys up to?

Charlie gestured to the seat across from her and her dad sat down in it: Just talking, Adam's really funny.

Adam: Hehe, well I try kiddo.

She looked at Adam and Lucifer wondered if she knew, knew it was him all those years.

Lucifer: Charlie hon, there's something we need to tell you.

Charlie: ..... I already know dad.

He blinked and looked at Adam who looked a little sheepish even with the mask on.

Charlie: Adam told me the truth about how he helped take care of me for years and didn't let us stay apart.

Adam: Yeah, I wanted to wait until you came around to tell her the other part.

Lucifer nodded: Charlie, Adam is your-

The hotel was rocked by the sheer force of a blast, all three of them stood up.

Adam: The fuck!?

Lucifer ran to the window to see what was wrong and his eyes went wide: It's not Extermination Day.

Adam: What?

He joined him in the window and sure enough his girls were out there making chaos.

But they looked...... Different somehow. They wouldn't do anything like this without Adam's say so. His eyes scanned the ground and that's when he saw her.

Adam: That bitch.

Lucifer looked where Adam was looking and saw her too.

Adam: Why would-?

Lucifer: She might have them hypnotized, they need to be woken up to stop them but for now. Charlie! Hey your friends out of here...... And Alastor if you have time.

Charlie ran to get everyone together to fight for their lives.

Adam: Is there anything you can do?

Lucifer: I think so, if Heaven didn't organize this and this is all Lilith then yes.

They're supposed to let them know if there are any changes to Extermination Day, it's a loop hole and Lucifer will take it. One Lilith wouldn't know about because she never bothered to show up.

Adam smiled: One more question, do you have an amp?

-

The women were all fighting to get into the hotel to rip everyone inside a part. Lute was the first one to get inside and she saw Adam standing there.

Adam: Hey bitch!

He ripped a cord on his guitar and it sent about ten of his girls flying back. Lute was dizzy and removed her mask.

Lute: Sir? Adam! The Queen-

Adam: Yeah we figured it out, now help me wake the others up.

Lute: She wants to permanently kill you.

Of course she does.

Bitch.

-

Lilith watched in satisfaction as the hotel was being torn down brick by brick.

What she didn't expect was for them to fight back and for one of the girls to kill one of Charlie's pets.

Uh oh.

All the Exorcists were blown back away from the hotel with Hell fire, it was enough to allow Lucifer to fight and she cursed them.

And Adam was fighting them..... Along side a few that managed to get out of her spell.

Lucifer: Hello Lilith.

Lilith jumped: Lucifer! Oh thank-

Lucifer was in his demon form, what she once found sexy was now terrifying: Cut the shit Lilith, I know the fucking truth. Adam's not the fucking sick one here, you are.

Lilith glared: You can't be serious!

Lucifer: Deadly.

He snatched up her wrist and held it firmly.

Lucifer: Consider us officially divorced.

She felt her power start to drain and go back to Lucifer, he gave her power as a courtesy so she wouldn't be defenseless in Hell. Now he doesn't give a shit what happens to her.

Lilith: NO!!!

With the last drop of her powers gone, the exorcists were no longer under her spell.

-

The Exorcists woke up and looked in horror as they were all trying to fight and kill Adam and the others.

Some even started crying begging their father figure to forgive them.

Adam: Hey, shhhhh, it's not your fault.

Lucifer: It's hers.

He dropped Lilith at their feet and all the angels glared at the ex Queen of Hell.

Adam Obsessed

@beef-brisket

THEN

In the garden of Eden, the first man Adam fell in love with his first ever friend and best friend, his angel Lucifer.

He knew from the moment he saw him that they were meant to be together. That they were meant to be more than just friends, but lovers.

The idea just felt so right.

So every chance he got he spent it with Lucifer and bathed in his angels light. He wanted to be his everything.

And he would have had it. If it wasn't for Lilith.

When she was made he wasn't too bothered by her existence. He was told to make babies with her? Adam didn't want to, he would rather have babies with his angel.

Though, he didn't have the inner workings to have one...... He was sure that they would find a way! To have a family and be perfectly happy.

Adam had to believe that. And he did.

And he was going to tell Lucifer his feelings, his true ones until Lilith got in the way. She was jealous but more so because she just didn't want Adam to have the angel and not because she loved Lucifer.

No one loved Lucifer more than Adam.

Lilith had tried to kill Adam by drowning him in the pond. But he fought back and pushed her away.

She ran to Lucifer claiming he hurt her and it tore a rift between them.

Adam was devastated, how could Lucifer believe her?

It was all her fault. She was the snake in their garden, the reason they couldn't be happy and why their family and hopes and dreams were put on hold.

It was all Lilith's fault, Lucifer didn't know any better and Adam was determined to make him see reason one day.

He'll know the truth one day and then they can be together forever.

NOW

Adam stretched as he got out of bed, he went to get changed into his Extermination Day robes. He went to his closet and smiled as he gazed upon the photos he had of his angel.

Lucifer might be fallen now but that's okay. He's still his angel.

Adam: I'll see you soon Luci.~

He blew the photo a kiss and got dressed. It was his favorite day of the year and he didn't want to be late.

[cha0s-junkie]

Yandere platonic gay couple like and emperor and a counbcine and we work as a maid serving the emperor? If you don’t want to do it that’s fine!

platonic yandere! royal couple x servant!reader

warnings; infantilism, yandere behavior

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The emperor has a soft spot for you. At least, that's what the rest of the castle says.

Most of the other maids aren't allowed to be near the emperor for a lengthy time, but he demands it. He demands you to be near him, he wants you to eat with him during meals. But you've always thought that that's just how he treated most of his servants.

"You're kidding. That man hates his work staff, treats us like dirt. You're too pampered that's why you don't know." One of the other maids had said to you.

"I've always thought that you were his long lost child or something," Another says. "Honestly, it's ridiculous how well you're treated compared to the rest of us."

This has caused the rest of the servants to hate you. They hate you for something that you can't control, being the emperor's favorite maid. Or something.

You don't miss the judgmental staring as you walk past the maids that stood outside his chambers, and as the doors swing open revealing a large feast. Enough to feed the entire castle, but only the emperor and his concubine sat at the table.

You had your head bowed, as expected of all the working staff in the castle, not looking into his eyes until he asks.

You don't see how his eyes light up at your entrance and how he beams at you. "Ah, finally. Come, come sit down. We have something special for you today."

You nod silently, taking the empty spot far away from the emperor. There wasn't any regulations regarding servants and where they sat on the dining table because usually, servants never sat near the emperor. Or even shared meals with them. It was just you, you had the privilege of eating with him.

It never felt like it was a privilege. More like an obligation. Horror stories of those who opposed him and how he would execute them circulated the castle, you'd rather stay alive to hear them instead of ending up being a story that servants would tell each other.

He frowns at how far you were away from him. "Why don't you sit closer? Don't be shy, I don't bite." An order. His tone was light, but you knew it wasn't a suggestion.

"My apologies, your majesty." You keep your head bowed as you moved near him.

Today was different. If the amount of food wasn't giving it away already, the barely hidden excitement on his face gave it away. As you sat down in the chair, the emperor drags you right next to him as he places a plate down in front of you.

Weird. But the emperor was known for trying weird intimidation tactics like this, you assume that was what he was doing to you now.

"Aren't you hungry?" His fingers lightly push your chin up, making you look up at him. He lets you go and you nod, looking back down at your food. He had a spoon in his hand, bringing it to your mouth as if he was going to feed you.

You jerked your head back but quickly apologized. "I'm sorry sir I just- I can feed myself, your majesty."

"It's okay, I want to feed you," His smile seems more strained now. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything. "Open up."

You reluctantly opened your mouth, allowing him to feed you. At least the food was good. He praised you as you chewed, his concubine sat nearby smiling at you as well.

"I knew you'd like it, told him it was your favorite." His concubine said, lightly tapping the emperor's shoulder.

You just smiled at him politely. You didn't want to be there anymore, this was getting weirder by the moment. "Is there anything you needed me here for, your majesty?"

He scooped up more food on the spoon and lifted it up to your mouth. "Yes, there was something we wanted to bring up. But first..."

Ah right, eating. You opened your mouth again and he feeds you, smiling contentedly. He doesn't stop until your plate is empty, the condescension never ending as he praised you. You felt like a child under their gaze, they talked to each other as if you weren't there only occasionally giving you compliments when you obediently followed his orders.

Opening your mouth so that he could feed you and the occasional dabbing your mouth with a cloth. Orders.

You want to ask again why on earth were you here, but he raises his hand. You flinch when his hand lands gently on your shoulder, another cupping your face.

You swore your heart stopped when his hands landed so near your neck. Did you mess up somewhere? Was he just feeding you just to make you feel safe so that killing you would be more satisfying?

"I want you to be our child." Oh. This was far worse. He notices your confusion. "Your presence has always been a joy in our lives, little dear."

"I-I don't-" This had to be a nightmare. His smile is soft as he shushes you. "No need to thank me, we just want the best for our child."

Thank?

"Your majesty I'm-" Disgusted? Terrified? "Flattered, but I couldn't possibly accept this. I'm-I'm just a servant, there are far better choices for heirs."

"It wasn't an offer, you're our child now. No more serving us. There is no one else more perfect than you are, my dear."

There was no getting out of this, was there?

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Sorry this took so long to get out!! hope you like it :33!!

[weirdsht]

Dissect to Reflect - Yan!Cale/Reader

a/n: i didn't mean to go overboard, but the bad end night series suddenly started playing...

tags: no specific gender mentioned for reader, death, war, vague novel spoilers, author's horrible attempt to write horror, yandere cale, manipulation and gaslighting if you squint, everyone is unhinge if you squint

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Requests are open and welcome

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@xjdjfbcuf said: My other request, if you have any free time: The reader was accidentally transported to a timeline where he had died. The reader doesn't know he's in a completely different world and thinks he's still in his own world. He walks back to the territory, getting a little uncomfortable with the looks he's receiving from the citizens. When he arrives at the mansion, he's greeted by a yandere Cale. I don't know if I explained my idea well, but if you have any questions about that request, ask me.

Everything happened so fast that you could barely comprehend the timeline of things.

The sword piercing you.

The searing pain.

The blood gushing.

Your body falling.

Cale catching you.

Dying feels so weird. You feel as though you're numb, yet overstimulated at the same time. Everything hurts, yet you can't feel anything. You feel the hotness of your blood, but also feel the coldness spreading through your veins.

You would think the dichotomy is weird if it wasn't for the fact that— well you're dying so you don't have time to think about anything else. 

That's why, instead of focusing on your pain you focus on Cale's face. Cale's poor, pained face. He screamed something you couldn't understand. You think he’s issuing a command but your brain is too hazy to understand. 

You know to yourself that death is sudden.

You know to yourself that death isn't something you can't control.

You know to yourself that it's bound to happen.

You know to yourself that there's nothing you can do.

But still...

You hoped that you would be given time.

Time to say goodbye.

Time to give woes.

Time to reassure.

Time to profess your love.

You've read countless books, watched countless plays where when a character dies they have time to say their last words. Say their goodbyes.

No such thing happened to you.

"What a subpar way to die..."

You thought to yourself as your eyes fluttered open.

Wait... open ??

Didn't you die?

Why would they open?

Still disoriented, you stood up from the ground and patted all around your body. True enough, you didn’t have any stabbed wounds or anything. You looked around, taking in the nature that surrounded your mortal body. The trees swaying, the wind singing, everything seems good. Nothing seemed amiss.

“Maybe it was just a horrible nightmare? I really should stop falling asleep outside, Cale would kill me if he found out.”

Finally, you left the secluded area nature has provided for you and started your journey back home.

However…

On your way back home, everyone looked at you funnily. They didn’t look at you with disdain or anything. Rain City could never look at their very own darling knight that way. No, no, they were looking at you in the same way they would look at Cale while chanting “Young Master Silver Shield”— except it was somewhat worse?

Just what did you do to warrant such stares?

“Hey Cale, why is everyone staring at me weirdly?”

You asked your redhead lover, trying to ignore the gloomy atmosphere of the villa. You think a look of surprise passed through Cale, but it was gone as fast as it came and was schooled by his usual nonchalant expression.

“They were probably just surprised to see you. Now tell me my love, where did you run off to?”

Intertwining his hands with yours, Cale leads you inside the villa. You have an inkling feeling that his holding onto you tighter than usual, but it’s not hard enough to be painful or uncomfortable. 

You decided to push aside your doubts. Chalking them up as paranoia from the bad nightmare you had.

The villa was empty, what an unusual occurrence…

“Where’s everyone?”

“They said they’re going to hang out in Raon’s castle”

“Ah… Is that so?”

Cale merely hummed questionably in response. As if asking you if you didn’t like his presence. As an answer, you kissed his intertwined hand with yours before leaning onto him as the two of you continued walking.

While walking towards your shared room you couldn’t help but notice that the atmosphere around the manor seemed to have shifted. But you couldn’t put your finger on what it feels now.

Melancholy

Sombre

Dreary

Bleak

Gloomy

Desolate

…or are you simply overthinking it?

“My love, can I confide to you about something?”

You asked your beloved later that evening after the kids had gone back to the villa and fallen asleep in your shared bed.

“Of course.”

Cale placed a bookmark in the novel he was reading before stashing it away in order to listen to you. You smiled, grateful for his undivided attention before inhaling deeply as you started your story.

“I… I think I had a dream, but it felt so real…”

You shudder at just the thought of what you supposedly dreamt of. Cale notices your discomfort and laces his hands with yours to offer you comfort. Intertwining your fingers and squeezing your hands as if to say that you don’t need to continue if you’re uncomfortable.

“When I woke up I was still disoriented… it felt so real you know? It was as if I really experienced it. To the point that I think I could still feel the pain…”

You delved into details. Explaining your woes, sharing your fears. Cale listened with open ears. He doesn’t say anything. Not because he doesn’t have anything to say, but because he doesn’t need to. Your beloved’s actions are enough for you to know that he wholeheartedly takes your concerns in mind no matter how silly you think they are.

Feeling less tense, you shifted the conversation into something more lighthearted. Cale follows your whims willingly as he always does. The two of you talked about various mundane things— from what Raon found in the forest this morning to what would be a good snack to have tomorrow. Before you know it your eyes feel heavy and you’re slurring your words as the night takes over your consciousness and lulls you into a much-needed sleep.

Cale Henituse kisses your forehead once he is sure you are asleep. A possessive glint lights his eyes as he takes in your figure. It took everything in him to not just lock you up right then and there. To not let his true feelings show and scare you away.

It took an even longer time to get his people under control. Cale was glad he managed to send them away before you arrived. He loves them, he really does, but some of them cannot act to save their lives. And he can’t have that. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, something that cannot be ruined. One wrong move and the illusion Cale has carefully crafted will be shattered.

Cale Henituse can’t have that.

For Cale Henituse can’t afford to lose you a second time.

That’s why he smiles as you play in the garden every morning. Gives into your every demand with little questions asked. Makes life with him paradise so you can’t even think of leaving his side. Suppress every urge of his that tells him to tie you by his side.

And you, poor and naive you, have an inkling feeling that something is amiss. That there’s something wrong, but life is so good, so happy.

If life with Cale seems like a dream why would you doubt him right?

Sure he seems paranoid at times. Always want to have you within sight, but that’s normal. He has lost so much, he can’t afford to lose anymore. Plus he has a lot of enemies so it’s only normal that he worries.

Your instinct tells you that it’s more than that but you ignore it.

You ignore it despite the doubt eating you inside out.

You ignore it until you finally find a reason to face what you’ve been dreading.

Every doubt you’ve been ignoring for the past months poured over a singular door.

A. Singular. Hidden. Door.

A hidden door you were sure you’d never seen before. Leading to an underground— as if the villa isn’t placed underground— you were sure wasn’t there before. 

You hadn’t meant to discover it. Accidentally stumbled upon it on the rare day that the villa was empty. On the one day that everyone had to go out for a mission issued by Cale. 

Is it fate? Is it a curse?

Should you open it? Are you ready to see the truth?

Or should you keep living in bliss?

Keep living in the carefully woven lies your beloved crafted just for you?

Despite your hesitation, you opened the door and went down the stairs. The way down was unnerving. Anxiety gnaws at your every nerve despite the staircase being well-lit. Unlike in horror novels, this hidden staircase doesn’t seem creepy. It looks constantly maintained and bright. 

But still, there’s this feeling of unease as you go head down.

Once you finally reach the end of the staircase, another door greets you just a few steps away. You held your breath as you opened the majestic, wooden door. Heart thumping in your ears as your unease heightens.

Like the staircase, the room is clean and well-lit. It’s empty, there were shelves but the items are scarce. As if someone had taken out some of the decorations. Aside from the shelves and scarce decoration there’s nothing inside.

Well except for the big, fancy, porcelain and glass box in the middle of the room.

Your breath quickened as you stared at it. Feet almost glued to the ground even if you have no idea what it is yet. There’s a feeling of knowing as your gaze lands on it. Knowing of what? You don’t know.

You’re not sure if you want to know.

But you’re already here. Already in too deep. There’s no turning back now, no erasing of memories and pretending nothing happened.

So you enter the room. Gasping as you finally figured out what that box is.

A Coffin

It was a goddamn coffin.

Your breath hitches as you slowly approach it. 

Your hands shake as you caress the sides.

Your knees feel like jello as you finally open it.

Your eyes shed tears as you stare at yourself sleeping inside the coffin.

Backing away with your trembling hand in your mouth, you didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what to make of this whole situation. Fear rushes through your body. It tells you to run. Tells you to hide.

Tells you that it’s too late.

You keep backing away in that faux sense that you’re running away. That you can run away. Deep inside, you know that you can’t. That there’s no place in the world where you can hide from his eyes. 

Backing away is the only thing that you can do.

Even if that means you will eventually end up back in his arms.

With a thud, you collide with someone’s back. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was for you knew this body heat well. One of his arms circles around your waist. Usually, it would bring you comfort, but this time it brings you dread. Makes you feel trapped. Slaps you in the face that the illusion has finally shattered. 

Cale’s free hand wipes away your tears as he kisses your forehead. You can feel his eyes staring at your figure before glancing at the opened coffin. His eyes feel sharper than normal. Regret laces his voice as he spoke, yet nonchalance is evident as if this is just your typical Tuesday and not a day of big revelations. 

“I was hoping it’d take you years, but my beloved has always been too smart.”

[topofthecity2w]

i wish i was your girl

today is my work colleague's birthday.I didn't want to go there, and I wasn't going to, and I didn't even prepare a gift. I don't want to go there, just because of one person. a man who, in fact, blew his trust.

I do not know what will happen to me tomorrow or what awaits me on this day, and only time is inexorably running out. all these years in a relationship, I've been running forward all the time. I suffered a lot, I made mistakes sometimes, but I loved, I loved a lot, but did you love me back? I was moving away from reason and moving towards feeling, from security to adventure, from reality to a dream. It wasn't time that changed my life. I changed her myself, the way my feelings suggested...I chose this path myself and now I regret it. and all this fucking time I turned a blind eye to the man who truly loved me, was always there for me and would never judge me for anything–hollis

« – I really want to take you away from this jerk.. - he whispered on your lips through a kiss. before you can respond, he immediately deepens the kiss and pulls you as close to him as possible, even though there is no longer any distance between the two of you. he wraps his hand around the back of your head, tangling in your hair, and his other hand holds you tightly by the thigh. that kiss was full of energy, it felt like it was your last meeting, you could feel his desire and desperation.

you broke off the kiss and pressed your forehead against his, breathing heavily. he could feel your warmth, as your bodies almost joined together. He was breathing heavily and just looking at you, his expression innocent and a little pleading..

–fuck them all - he says in a whisper again, which makes his warm breath touch your lips..»

and that's how you felt after every one of his concerts.kissing in the dressing room and his vulgar words. you were with him all the time, even though you were in a relationship, but let's skip the moment.

having smoked probably my fourth cigarette in a short period of time, I looked at my phone. 1:35. for almost three hours there has been a party going on that damon is not able to miss. I have no desire to go there.

go on with him.If everything was different before, I won't go now.even at gunpoint.the very attraction to this person has disappeared, the desire to further drag out this relationship so that they simply do not get stuck in the swamp. I stopped waiting for a meeting and hoping for reciprocity, for a good attitude towards me.and that night decided everything. I've wanted this for a long time and got it. I wanted more, but it's a waste of time. I don't want to waste my time on someone who just doesn't deserve it, that's all

my feet dragged themselves to the house that had already become my home. I've never wanted to go home as much as I wanted to go there. they're ready to accept me like my own, with all the joints and fuckups. but, as usual, I chose the wrong path for myself. It's morally bad, to the point of horror. for the last week, I've just been existing, not living. the most difficult period in my life. I was surrounded by exactly those people who appreciate and understand me. or rather, just one...hollis again, him again.

the cold air froze the tears on my cheeks, but they didn't stop rolling, creating an unpleasant, even burning sensation on my face.

a few minutes later, the door opens in front of my face and he appears on the threshold. hollis. his eyebrows went up, apparently he wasn't expecting my late visit.

when I opened the door wider, I could see his full height. he was wearing a gray t-shirt that accentuated all his muscles and basically his entire body, a fucking t-shirt that made his lower abdomen feel warm. well, and some light jeans. but my gaze fell on his appearance: a broken bridge of his nose, on which there was a scratch and a slightly cracked lip. a small bruise near the cheekbone

—hollis..- I began, but immediately dismissed the thought for later. — am I distracting you too much?

— no, come in. - he replied, stepping back a little

I was scared by his calmness, as if nothing had happened. but he's not a stupid boy either, because he understands that I'm worried about his appearance, but he doesn't say anything. doesn't want to bother, or just doesn't want to?

I unceremoniously took off my shoes and went to his room, having completely memorized the route.

"she didn't go there." - It flashed through the blond man 's mind and he followed you.

I sat on his bed, and he sat next to me. your head was in chaos, you were trying to figure out what to say to him. you really wanted to hear him, look at him, and just listen to his voice. you've been missing him like hell lately, craving him. you missed him.

– hollis..where did you get this? - I asked in a half whisper, looking at him. he lowered his head and sighed, stroking his bloody knuckles, which had already crusted over.

– don't you want to think about it?–he asked sharply.

this time, I lowered my head. It's clear that I understood everything and it hurt you. it hurts that your boyfriend (most likely your ex) and your best friend are fighting, fighting with each other, and in fact, I was the reason. I wanted to disappear. escape disappear from this world, so as not to cause your problems to anyone.

– you didn't go to the birthday party, why? - he asked, looking up at me

– don't you want to think about it?- I mimicked him with a small smile.he smiled too, which made me feel better

– it's not your fault, baby - he began. - damon deserves it, for his actions and his filthy tongue. - he said, picking his knuckles.

I moved closer and took his hand in mine, stroking it. he twitched a little at the gesture, but didn't take his hand away.

– I'm sorry, please. I've done so much, and I don't want you guys beating each other's fuckers because of me. you've been friends for so many years, almost like brothers. and then I show up.…

he wanted to interrupt me, but I wouldn't let him.

— be quiet. I've never noticed those who really cared about me and cherished me. you're hollis, and I was looking straight into his eyes — you always protected me, supported me. you were always there for me, despite your busy schedule..he put up with me when I was pining for damon. I really liked him and I probably loved him. but... if I could let him go so easily, does that count as true love?

he looked at me with a familiar gaze, tilting his head. a grin appeared on his face, but I kept talking.

— this feeling lived in me so deeply, I never gave it free rein. It was friendship. completely sincere. if you wait and in the end you don't get it, all the brightest things are replaced by hatred. I missed having you by my side.I've missed you all. Not a few steps away from me, not in the next chair. you were in my life, and that was enough... if you want, just leave?

his hand reached for my cheek. With his thumb, he began to draw circles on it, dousing it with warmth, brushing your lower lip.

— well, you don't have to leave my life, that's for sure. - he replied with a laugh.

and at that moment, he tremulously touched my lips, so soft and seductive. he hugged me, kissing my neck gratefully, making me feel loved. when I responded to the caress, I slowly ran my palms over his torso under his t-shirt, pressing my hot lips. he squeezed his eyes shut slightly.

I felt the iron taste of blood on my tongue. the kiss even made my head spin, and I suddenly felt stuffy. my heart was about to jump out of my chest and was beating so loudly that I thought he could hear it. everything is cramping inside. It seemed that with each new touch of our lips, our feelings became even bigger, even stronger...

his t-shirt flew into the far corner. I felt his hot breath on my neck. his insistent fingers ( which you constantly dreamed of) they squeezed my hips insistently. a soft, long moan escaped my chest. my nails involuntarily dug into his skin, and only after a few seconds did I realize this and unclenched my fingers. my body wanted him, and he knew it. In one swift movement, he pulled off my shorts and they also flew after his t-shirt. my whisper, which sounds like a plea, was almost inaudible, like the light rustle of a night breeze. hollis tightened his grip on my chest. suddenly, his hands were on my waist. putting me on my back, I stretched out my arms, wanting to pull off his fucking jeans and getting rid of them, I sat him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. I put my palms on his shoulders and lifted myself up, and then, without taking my eyes off his face, I began to carefully and slowly descend. hollis moaned with excruciating pleasure. ragged, labored breathing and frantic heartbeats... grabbing onto his muscular shoulders, I took him into myself, urging him to take me all. I wanted him, I wanted him madly.

In a moment of bliss, my phone vibrated annoyingly, but I paid absolutely no attention to it, I didn't care and you know perfectly well who's calling you.

our unity was closer than just bodies pressed against each other, deeper than hot breaths.…

damon was standing surrounded by several girls who were hanging on to him. in one hand he was holding an almost finished bottle of wine, and with the other he was holding a girl he was seeing for the first time. he enjoyed it all, but not now. one of them reached for his neck, but he pushed her away and went to the exit.

going out into the fresh air, he began to think. thoughts clouded his mind again. he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and pulled one out. his split lip is buzzing with an unpleasant pain, which makes him even more annoyed, a reminder of the fight with his best friend.It's terrible, but he deserves it. his conscience seemed to gnaw at him from the inside. no. she ate it slowly. he's like that himself. just the way he is. and yet they both accepted him for who he was. with his aggression and outbursts. with his problems.but not now, you'd rather sincerely hate him than pretend to be glad to see him every time.

exhaling acrid smoke, he took out his phone and started dialing a number he knew. why didn't she come? really, why didn't she come?

the beeps lasted an excruciatingly long time. as a result, they stopped and no one picked up the phone.

after calling hollis, he heard "subscriber unavailable" on the other side. he kicked the curb and winced in pain. "fuck! bitch."

he shouted, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. at this point, he understood that he had lost those who were with him, no matter what.…

– take me to your place - your head was on his shoulder, your voice sounded like a plea, as if you needed it

– I swear, everything will be fine, I'm here.

[aerindrs]

✦𓏲 INTRO TO MY VAMPIRE DRS ܀

Desired Reality 1

this is a shared dr with my bsf rin ( @garrdenwonie ). we're shifting to the 1800s where me and rin are both vampires.

the story starts in 1828 in a small town called transylvania, where vampires and humans used to live peacefully among eachother. the leader of the vampires, Dracula himself riseded in his castle on the hill, with his family. he and his wife had two daughters Mavis and Maeve.

i am Maeve and this is my story.

i was born on a chilly december night in 1710.

throughout my childhood me and my sister would play in the castle yards, sometimes going to the village to see what life looked like among the humans.

we never attacked them.

my parents were strick about not drinking human blood. we stuck to animal blood and it sufficed us just well.

on a random sunny day in the year 1828, Mavis and i went down to the market and that's where i met her.

a little girl maybe around the age of 10-12 hiding behind her mothers skirt. she looked at me, clad in all black with an umbrella as if it was raining but the sun was all the way up, her eyes were curious.

i watched her as she left with her mother, still looking at me and i know she will remember me like i still remember her. because it was only a week after that, when i saw her again.

that night everything changed. something in the peaceful town had flipped.

they attacked on a snowy midnight, the castle was set on fire and my mother had rushed me to the kitchen and pushed me out the back door. her last words were “Maeve— run, now”, before the kitchen blew up.

i did as i was told i ran and ran, horror struck. confused so confused. what happened? why did it turn out like this?

as i was running towards the forest away from the village, i saw her. in a white night gown, awaken from the chaos she stood there in the snow, her look of confusion matched mine but something in me clicked.

i was angry, hungry and i was no human. my primarial instincts took over and i lunged on her biting her.

but when i looked at her face and her weak hands trying to push me away, only then did i realise what i had done. shocked from my own act, i left her blood soaked body and ran to the woods.

i don't know how long i ran, maybe days and nights but soon my body grew tired from hunger and i lay on the ground, my back to the tree and slept. vampires did not sleep, but i was hungry and tired and at that moment i thought i would die from starvation. i blacked out and was only awoken from the sound of his footsteps.

i forced my eyes open, weak but alert. a man stood before me, silhouetted against the snow.

he was tall, broad-shouldered, his dark coat billowing slightly in the wind. but what struck me wasn’t his beauty—though he was beautiful, his sharp features almost ethereal. it was his eyes.

golden eyes that were quite similar to my crimson ones.

a vampire.

he looked at me, then at the blood on my lips, and he understood.

without hesitation, he extended a hand.

“come,” he said. his voice was smooth, steady, as if we weren’t two hunted creatures in the middle of nowhere. “it’s not safe here.”

i didn’t question him. i simply took his hand and followed.

we hadn’t walked far before the sound of boots crunching against the snow sent panic racing up my spine. hunters.

one of them approached us, gripping his sword. “you there. what’s your business out here?” i tensed, but the man beside me—Solon, as he later introduced himself—smiled easily. “we’re a married couple,” he said smoothly. “out for a walk.” the hunter eyed him warily, then turned to me. i forced my face into a soft, harmless expression, trying to look like nothing more than a young wife following her husband.

the hunter hesitated, then nodded. “go home. it’s dangerous out here.” we didn’t wait for him to change his mind. we kept walking, our steps measured, controlled—until we found an inn at the edge of town.

Solon pulled me inside, leading me to a dimly lit room. he turned to leave. i grabbed his sleeve. “you’re leaving?” i whispered. he raised a brow. “i just helped you escape. i have nothing else to do with you.” he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

that night, i lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning. i had nowhere to go. nothing left. unless…

the next morning, i found Solon in the inn’s bar, casually sipping tea like he was a normal human. a lawyer, he had said. well-respected in town. untouchable.

i sat across from him. he barely looked up but he spoke to me nonetheless.

“i thought you were supposed to leave,” he muttered.

i met his gaze. “i can’t.”

silence.

then—

“can we do that?” i asked.

Solon frowned. “do what?”

i inhaled sharply. “say we’re married. pretend to be a couple so i can stay with you.”

his fingers tightened around his cup. he stared at me like i had lost my mind.

i waited, if i had a heart it would be pounding.

then he slowly set his newspaper down.

Solon didn’t answer that day.

but the next morning, there was a knock at my door. i opened it to find him leaning against the frame, arms crossed.

“you’ll need a new name,” he said flatly. “and I’ll need to fix your birth certificates. we might need my friend’s help for that.”

i smiled at him. a real smile, for the first time in days.

“of course,” i said, stepping aside to let him in. “husband.”

he clicked his tongue, annoyed as i let out a chuckle. this was going to be fun.

unbeknownst to me, the little girl i had left behind in the snow was alive.

in my daydreams that lead to nightmares, i always saw her weak lifeless body. her voice echoed in my ears asking me to stop, to leave and let her live.

and she did. because in the year 1878 Rhea would walk into Midnight Manor, with her husband Jakah, not as a human child i had seen before, but as a full grown vampire.

the Midnight Manor was built in the year 1830, two years after i met Solon or Sunghoon Park—his human name—and i took the name Marie Park, his wife.

in the dim glow of the inn’s candlelight, i spent my nights laying out our grand scheme to Sunghoon.

each evening, after he returned from work—his coat dusted with city air, his pale hands adjusting his cuffs with meticulous grace—i’d bombard him with ideas.

he humored me at first, leaning against the wooden walls, his expression unreadable, but over time, he began to listen more closely. “we'll live in the outskirts of a small town,” i told him one night, my voice thick with determination. “a house of our own, hidden yet welcoming. to the world, we'll be a newlywed couple—strange, gothic, but normal enough to be ignored. we'll stand by our doors, greeting neighbors like any mundane couple would.”

Sunghoon had only chuckled, that infuriatingly slow smirk creeping onto his lips. “and you think we'd pass as normal?” he mused, tilting his head. i ignored his sarcasm and continued.

i painted the picture of our life with words—our quiet, eerie existence, the slow way we’d lull humans into thinking we were nothing but an oddity rather than a threat. Sunghoon never interrupted, only throwing in the occasional dry remark just to watch me fluster. but in the end, he agreed.

one day, he told me a friend would be visiting. the next evening, Heeseung arrived.

tall, lean, pale as death, yet grinning like the devil himself. he introduced himself as Sunghoon’s cousin to the humans but bowed his head to me in acknowledgment of what we truly were.

another vampire. another shadow lurking in the night.

he owned land on the outskirts of the city, a hidden place away from prying eyes. "we’ll build your little haunted dream together," Heeseung said, smirking as he spread his arms. and so we began.

the land was silent, untouched by time, the trees frozen in eerie stillness. she soil was soft beneath our feet, welcoming our presence.

the first few weeks were grueling—Sunghoon and Heeseung handled the labor while i designed our home. ehat started as a modest two-story house soon grew.

and then something strange happened. the house began to change on its own.

at first, it was subtle. a hallway that seemed longer than the night before. a door that hadn't been there yesterday but led to a fully furnished room. then, it became undeniable—each guest we took in caused the house to expand. a new room would form. the library would stretch, its shelves multiplying.

the Midnight Manor was alive, breathing with us, molding itself to our needs. it became our home.

the house was fascinating. not only did it expand to it’s liking, it also teleported. one morning we would wake up in the rural areas of england, and another morning it would be in the bustling streets of paris.

when danger lurked nearby, the manor worked by itself. Heeseung would tell us we should run, but the manor was faster. changing locations when the hunters were near sight. so all they could see was barren land and nothing else.

Midnight Manor was a solace. a place monsters like us could come and rest and then leave if and when they want to.

the manor would find them. appearing only when one is in need. of a place called home.

and so it appeared in front of Rhea and Jakah. lost vampires who had been running ever since they were turned.

Rhea would tell me later—when i had her in my arms like an old friend and no longer the monster she knew of—that she was saved by her parents when i turned her. they had kept her hidden under their roof until she was 18 and had sold her to the Yangs.

the Yangs were a prestigious family of vampire hunters. i knew them very well. the elderly man had once come to my father, Dracula to form a contract. a peace treaty they had said. but we were fools.

Rhea had been sold to marry their youngest son, Jakah. but unlike his family, Jakah had a secret weird infatuation with vampires. he had found out Rhea’s secrets and wanted to be bitten too.

curiosity took the best of him and Rhea had turned him into a vampire. they could no longer stay with the Yangs and decided to flee. both of them going by the names Rin and Jungwon to hide among humans.

it took them 50 years to find the manor. to come to me. fate was cruel to us all, but we were no longer kids. time had taught us and were going to make full use of it.

notes : the day we shift is the day rin arrives at the manor. the rest of enhypen is involved, but they come slowly one by one as years go by so we will be experiencing it all together.

• my s/o is sunghoon but also jino/jake who is a vampire hunter who comes to the manor in the 1900s. he's the only human i bite after rhea in more than hundred years.

• my backstory is heavily inspired by hotel transylvania and dw my dad and sister are alive i meet them later on. i also stole the zing idea from here, basically the glow/flash in vampires eyes when they meet their soulmates.

• when we've shifted i'll make a master list and seperate my drs and post the story times too.

Desired Reality 2

this is another dr with @garrdenwonie but it's in the year 2022 and we are both actors. the backstory for this dr is the first dr with many added plots between the years like in the 1900s.

every fifty years, we followed the same tradition. all the residents of the Midnight Manor—Heli, Solon, Maeve, Shion, Rhea, Jakah, Jaan, Jino, Noa, and the supernatural beings who had joined us over time (such as Aespa, IVE, &Team)—would switch identities. we changed our names, created new backgrounds, and blended into human society once more.

this tradition started after the 1920s, years after Noa made his decision to turn into a vampire at 18. by then, we had spent centuries hiding, and honestly? we were tired of it. we weren’t bloodthirsty monsters lurking in the shadows, waiting for the next hunt. we just wanted to experience the world as it changed around us.

it all started on a dull afternoon when Rin (Rhea) and i ventured into town. that’s when we first heard rumors—whispers about a city that never slept, where night was alive. a place where a prestigious academy ran night classes. the concept intrigued us. a school operating on our natural schedule? we had to see it for ourselves.

when we arrived at Decilis Academy, we were met with a shocking discovery. the academy was a sanctuary for supernatural beings, run by a vampire civilization hidden within human society. the headmistress explained it’s system: it’s job was to erase our past lives, forging new identities, birth certificates, and histories so that we could start fresh without suspicion. it was the perfect way for us to integrate while keeping the supernatural world hidden.

the offer was too good to refuse. we all enrolled, eager to experience this new way of life.

after decades of trying new identities, careers, and hobbies, we finally settled on something that excited us.

in 1970, we decided to form a band. Heli became Ethan, Jakah was Johnny, Jaan was James, Rhea took on the name Ruby, and i went by Maya Claire. we were high school dropouts turned underground musicians.

we never expected it, but our music took off. our fanbase exploded, and within a few years, we were internationally recognized artists. it was thrilling—sold-out concerts, screaming fans, the adrenaline of performing on stage.

but after ten years, the vampire system intervened. they warned us that staying in the public eye for too long was dangerous. the longer we remained famous, the harder it would be to erase our identities again. they ordered us to retire and lay low.

it was bittersweet. we had loved every moment of it, but we understood the risks. so, we disappeared from the industry, fading into legend.

after years of retirement, the Midnight Manor took us to London, where we stumbled upon something even more fascinating than Decilis Academy—the land of witches and wizards.

we learned about Hogwarts, a school strikingly similar to Decilis. it had its own secret government—the Ministry of Magic—which functioned almost like our own vampire system.

through Professor Dumbledore, we were invited to enroll as students in 1995 to better understand their kind. even though we weren’t human wizards, we still possessed our own innate magic—abilities that didn’t rely on wands, but rather on our existence as supernatural beings.

for three years, we lived among wizards, learning about their world and hiding our own. it was another chapter of discovery, another life we immersed ourselves in.

by 2000, we had once again faded into the background, vanishing from Hogwarts records like ghosts.

as always, we found new ways to entertain ourselves.

in 2016, after Rhea reinvented herself again, she began her acting career in South Korea. watching her thrive in this new industry, i decided to follow suit, adopting the name Marie Claire.

to explain our eerily similar appearances, the vampire system created a backstory: Maya Claire was my “grandmother”, and i was her lookalike granddaughter.

my first major acting role came in Narnia, which brought me international recognition. from there, i starred in:

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

XO, Kitty

these projects gained me popularity in South Korea, eventually leading to my first K-drama—alongside Rin (Rhea)—where we played Lee Hyerin and Eun Marin in Twinkling Watermelon (2022-2023).

it was a surreal experience. the story, about four kids traveling back in time to change their parents’ lives, resonated with audiences. the drama was a huge success, and working with well-known actors was something i had only imagined before.

after that, Rin and i continued working together in Alchemy of Souls as Naksu and Mu-deok, and in Family By Choice as Juwon and Dal.

i also took on roles in:

Stranger Things Season 4 as 003

Squid Game Season 2 as Semi

Bridgerton Season 4 as Sophie

these roles cemented my career, and both Rin and i received multiple awards.

despite all our adventures, the Midnight Manor remained our sanctuary.

from the outside, it appeared to be a simple apartment, blending in with human society. but on the inside, it was still the same grand estate i had envisioned centuries ago when Solon and i first dreamed of a safe place for us all.

no matter how much the world changed, we remained the same.

we had learned how to live among humans, hidden yet civilized.

we had made careers, memories, and legends.

through it all, Solon and i stood strong together. our endless bickering had softened over time with Jino joining us. the centuries shaped us, yet we remained each other’s constant.

and above all—we had become a family.

notes : this dr was scripted because we wanted to experience filming our twinkling watermelon dr. so we will be shifting around 2022 when it was filmed.

• we will be making a tiktok post about all the shows/movies/kdramas we're both filming (my tiktok is aerindrs and rins is ltsredsreality)

• we scripted lots of precaution type things for this dr like people easily forgetting or not noticing that we don't age. then vampires can be seen in mirrors, pictures, films and all that like we aren't typical vampires.

• overall this dr is for fun and we will be experiancing the ‘backstory’ for this when we shift to the first dr and have reached the years.

Masterlist

[celestialseawitch-ff]

A few snippets from various things I started this week

“I had a sex dream about Harry.”

Ron's head shot up. From behind a nearby crate of supplies, George slowly rose into view. Hermione’s eyes widened in horror.

“Go on,” he encouraged.

Hermione raised her hands to her cheeks. “Fuck.”

“I'll bet you did.”

*

The door to the interrogation room creaked open. 

Hermione looked up from her seat. Her hands were shackled to the table and her ankles to the chair. The door closed and the sound of the heavy lock falling into place echoed through the room. 

Ron hurried to the chair across from her. He reached across the table and grabbed her hands.  “Hey,” he greeted weakly.

“Hi,” Hermione sobbed.

“Christ, you're freezing.”

“Azkaban doesn't really come with warming charms.”

“Bastards. All of them.”

She shushed him, scared the Aurors just beyond would hear him.

“Oh, please. Like there aren't a dozen Aurors in here that don't want to break you out.”

Hermione looked away. “Don't be so sure.”

“You're Hermione Granger. You helped end the war. More than me even. Second only to-”

-He cut off, unable to say Harry's name. Hermione released a gut-wrenching sob.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered.

*

“When are you going to adopt them?” Ron asked and then took a bite out of his bagel.

Harry looked up from his coffee. “What?”

“The babies. Lav asked last night and I realised we hadn't talked about it. Figured it was something in the works.”

“Hermione has never brought it up.”

“Well, yeah, it's a big thing to ask. Bet she's terrified of the rejection. I mean, they're Dolohov's kids. We know it weighs on her. She's always terrified we won't want to associate with her and the little ones.”

Harry stared at his breakfast. He looked up again. “You think she wants me to adopt them?”

Ron raised his eyebrows. “Harry, you're so fucking oblivious. How are you this department's best Auror? It's a fucking mystery worthy of the DoM.”

“Fuck you,” Harry replied without heat.

“Of course she wants someone to adopt the babies. Someone with your clout? Probably the only way anyone will forget they were ever Dolohov's.”

“Ginny just left me.”

“Yeah. I know. Suppose you can wait, but you're living together and raising the kids together. Unless you're planning on walking out on her?”

“Absolutely not.”

Ron shrugged and gestured in a ‘there you have it’ sort of way.

*

He turned and finally caught sight of Hermione. She had donned a tan trench coat and had taken her hair down from the tight bun. Her wild curls spilled down her shoulders and blew in the breeze.

She raised a pointed eyebrow at him and Harry knew he was giving her that look again. He couldn’t help it. She was so beautiful.

“There’s a park down the street,” she told him. “Let me just grab Rosaline, I’ll be right out.”

Harry waited on the sidewalk and tried not to look like a suspicious man standing outside of a daycare. He wasn’t sure he succeeded in his long black trench coat.

Hermione returned and Harry’s entire life shifted on its axis. The little girl holding Hermione’s hand had wild black curls and big brown eyes. She was the carbon copy of all three of Harry’s little sisters at that age. 

Hermione lifted her daughter up onto her hip. Side-by-side, the resemblance between mother and daughter was obvious. 

“This is Harry… who is not a muggle, apparently.”

Harry blinked widely.

“Harry?”

“Hi! Sorry. I’m processing.”

Hermione grimaced. “That’s fair.”

*

Hermione sat down beside Sirius. 

“Reggie down?” he asked without looking up.

“Yes. What're you doing?”

“Looking for a bigger house for all of us.”

“We’re moving?” Hermione responded sadly.

Sirius looked up at her. “It's not big enough here for us all. Certainly not when little Cassie comes.”

Hermione wrapped her arms around her pregnant belly. “I feel safe here.”

“I know and I promise you that I will ensure our family's safety wherever we go.”

Hermione glanced over the real estate listings. “Muggle?”

“I'd like a house where your parents can also cook when they want to. And if we're local, we're near everything both of our world's can provide. Muggle is our children's heritage too.”

She tapped one of the papers. “I like this one.”

Sirius looked up at her in shock. Hermione very rarely made her opinions known since her kidnapping. He swallowed thickly. “I'll set an appointment and we will go see it.”

“Is that safe?”

“I didn't say we would go alone.”

Hermione nodded. “Before or after the baby?”

“It'll be good for the blood wards if you have Cassie there.”

“Okay.”

*

Euphemia gently pushed back Harry’s fringe from his eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

Harry watched her go. The door closed behind her and the room filled with tension. Harry felt his body begin to coil tightly in preparation. Hermione was completely still, as if she were trying to disappear before their very eyes.

“I can't fucking believe you!” Ron exploded into the tense silence.

“Ron, listen, I didn't know.”

“Oh don't give me that bullshit.”

“We didn't!” Hermione insisted. “I just saw the necklace and I liked it!”

He pointed at her. “That – I believe. But you?” He stepped closer to Harry. “You dated my sister for months, you know better.”

“Ron, I didn't know that.”

“But you knew it had meaning. That giving her that necklace meant something.”

Harry didn't respond. He could feel Hermione’s eyes on him.

Ron scoffed loudly. He threw his hands into the air. “Harry fucking Potter. You always have to have whatever you want, don't you? You're brilliant at magic. You're brilliant at quidditch. You're rich. You're famous. You have to have everything.”

“Ron, it was an accident.”

He stuck a finger in Harry’s face. “Bullshit. I've seen the way you look at her. Even while you dated my fucking sister, you prick.” 

Ron shoved Harry. Harry stumbled back, but didn’t retaliate. He could feel his anger beginning to boil in his blood. 

“Please stop,” Hermione begged.