#also it would sit in my gallery until the end times so its better to get it out there sdkskfg

[pikslasrce]

reinventing yourself as a violent act

destroyed by hippie powers, car seat headrest // @/angelcommunist // portrait of fryderyk in shifting light, richard siken

#i thought abt finding more stuff to go w this but then thought to myself. no its perfect this way. captures the essence exactly #also it would sit in my gallery until the end times so its better to get it out there sdkskfg #car seat headrest #richard siken #portrait of fryderyk in shifting light #web weaving #parallels #on identity #on self #csh

[kentosbabes]

More bf-gojo? I loved the perfect combination of fluff and smut bits. ★

your wish is my command!!! hope you enjoy :33

Bf-Gojo who loves when you surprise him at work bringing him some lunch and just keeping him company till the end of his shift. Sometimes if you had baked batches of cupcakes or cookies you would bring all of them sharing them with people all around his building, Gojo just admires how kind and considerate you are as you offer your freshly baked goods to his employees. He would sometimes leave things at home and calling you acting all stressed just so you come and join him helping to relive his stresses in more ways then one.

Bf-Gojo who now joins you when you have an 'everything day'. He's sitting on the counter as you carefully paint on the face mask onto him, your brows furrowing with concentration. It gives him another excuse to stare and admire you for longer. He is also surprisingly good at painting your nails so you let him paint yours as you gossip to him about the drama in your office and friend group and as much as he hates to admit he gets so involved and even begins to share his own gossip.

Bf-Gojo who enjoys exploring the city with you going in and out of art galleries and museums. His hand in yours as you talk him through the art on the walls explaining in detail the backstory behind each one. If it was anyone else he would simply tune them out but with you he listens intently taking in every detail. He adores how smart you are and praising you the whole time your in the gallery. 'Your such a good girl you know that right' he would whisper in your ear the grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly as you exit the building.

Bf-Gojo who gets more cocky knowing your the most perfect girl and knowing your all his just boosts his ego so much. 'Oh your so smart, the way you talked about those paintings got me so riled up' he'd say kissing down your neck as you bounce up and down on his dick, 'Your so perfect and you all mine. isnt that right darling?'. only able to whimper in response Gojo smirks at your fucked out state. His hand grabbing onto yours and placing it on your lower stomach so you can both feel how deep he is inside of you.

Bf-Gojo who babies you when your sick. He's pulling out all of the stops running you hot baths, cooking you soup and watching shit tv with you never leaving your side until you feel better. Gojo defiantly calls Nanami for help asking him for the best remedies and how to get you feeling better asap.

Bf-Gojo who secretly loves when you praise him, even just when you say how proud you are of him once he's completed an important presentation or saying how good he is when he helps out with making dinner. Your words going straight down to his dick till he cant take it anymore and having his way with you. 'f-fuck toru your s-so so good to me' your praises only making him harder and he knows its going to be a longg night.

Bf-Gojo who does anything and everything to make sure your okay. Your heels are hurting to much? he will carry you home so you dont have to walk any further. Your having a hard day at work? he will be there picking you up and helping you unwind in a steamy shower.

Bf-Gojo who cant wait to meet your parents, although he's nervous he knows how much they mean to you so being able to meet them only furthers his desire to wife you up a soon as he can.

Bf-Gojo who teases you about the way you like your coffee, 'I love you but thats coffee not tea doll why you adding so much sugar and cream' he would say as he sits sipping his black coffee. He laughs at how defensive you get calling him the weird one as your cheeks begin to redden at his teasing.

Bf-Gojo who wants to just spend everyday with you cuddled into him as he draws patterns up and down your back, and when you get up to grab a drink your ass pocks out from underneath his top and he can just sit against the headboard hands behind his head admiring his perfect girl.

part 1 here

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#gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo smut #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk smut #satoru jjk #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen smut #kentosbabes #satoru gojo #satoru x reader #jujustu kaisen smut

[nine-lives715]

Above the Clouds - Izuku Midoriya x GN reader

Author’s Note: So this is my first time actually writing a story and sharing it, so.. enjoy? Also, I originally thought of this in a femme perspective, because it was originally more for *me*, but it was so cute, I decided to share it. If people end up liking it, I would love to share the next part! But for now, I hope you enjoy the story! Feedback is welcomed :)

TW: Ex Husband (Reader is a widow/widower), Mentions of d3ath and grieving, Izuku is a sweetheart. :)

Following the loss of your husband, your friends had planted the idea of you dating again for quite some time now. As much as you love them, you can’t bring yourself to forget him. He was someone you trusted. You saw the rest of your future with him, and it was hard to forget all the memories you made with him.

Eventually though, a will must have its way. So here you are, a year later, nervously sitting at a dinner table as you wait for your date.

“Hey! Sorry I’m late,” He says. Walking up to you is the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He seems gentle, and kind. He was tall, with dark green, curly hair topping his head. He wore a dark black jacket, a white t-shirt, and black jeans. He seemed decently put together. “I-It’s alright.” You responded. Why are you so nervous all of a sudden…? You can’t like him… what about your husband?

“It’s nice to meet you! I’m Izuku.” He outstretches his hand for you to shake. He seems slightly nervous as well.

“I’m _____.” You say, taking his hand to shake it. There’s that guilt… deep in your soul. The guilt of replacing your late husband stirs in you. You do your best not to think about it- if you did, you’d likely start crying. And you really didn’t want to scare this guy off on the first date…

He sits down in front of you and settles in. You two engage in light conversation over decent plates of food. He seems like a nice guy. He was nerdy, while also super polite and sweet. The two of you had a lot in common, and there’s definitely chemistry. But, it isn’t until your date is just about over where you’re reminded of him. Izuku starts to pay for the dinner (he insisted, of course). You check your phone for the time as Izuku had asked, and… you know those memory reels that come up on your phone in your photo gallery? That’s what it was.

You stare at your phone in silence. And before you know it, you’re setting your phone down with tears welling up in yours eyes. You almost made it..

Izuku is worried, to say the least. He’s hesitant to speak, wondering if he’ll just make things worse— but he speaks anyway.

“Hey… are you alright?” He asks, gently. You felt as though the words were dying in your throat is you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

“I-I apologize. It’s just…”

Izuku watches you, patiently. “Hey… it’s okay. Take it slow. There’s no rush.”

What? Is he serious? Most guys would have been weirded out by now…right? I guess now I might as well tell him.

“My friends put me up to this. I really.. I don’t know if I’m ready? You see, my husband died about two years ago and…” You trail off, unable to finish your sentence as you try to swallow your tears.

The concern on Izuku’s face is evident, but he showed nothing but warmth as he gently took your hand. “Hey. I understand. Look, I know a better place we can talk about this if you’d like? I would love to help.”

You look up as him in a daze. “Really?”

“Of course.” He smiles, before leaving the check for your dinner down on the table. “Thank you!” He waves to the staff before leaving, gently grabbing your hand and leading you out of the restaurant. He takes you to the back of a park, where a bench sits between two trees. There’s a clear view of the sky, and you can’t help but wonder if he sees what you’re doing.

“…Why here?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

“It’s a nice place to think. I come here myself sometimes. I figured it would make a comfortable atmosphere.” He smiles, before turning to look at you, and— you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look at you with kinder eyes than his. “You don’t have to talk about it, but I understand where you’re coming from. I wasn’t entirely ready, myself.”

You stay silent for a moment, half wondering if he’ll continue. He does. “I.. I went through a bad breakup not too long ago. I thought… I kind of thought I would end up with her. I haven’t been entirely motivated to start dating again. But I’m glad I wasn’t alone.”

“I’m sorry,” You say. Breakups are hard.

“It’s not your fault. It’s nothing compared to what you’ve been through. It must be really difficult.”

You’re unsure of how to respond. It was difficult. You choose your words for a moment, deciding to just be honest.

“It doesn’t feel right to move on… it feels like I’m replacing him.” Tears run down the apples of your cheeks. None of this felt right, but still…

“I understand, but you shouldn’t feel that way.” Izuku looks at you, and smiles gently. “He must have loved you a lot. And if that’s the case, then… He would have wanted you to move on. No one wants to end up alone… there’s no harm in finding someone new to spend your time with.”

You watch his eyes. You’re utterly speechless. What do you say? Is it really okay?

Izuku continues, “Nobody will ever replace the memories you made with him. Thats special to you. Finding someone else is you making new memories. There’s no replacing anyone, there.”

You continue to cry, unsure of how to respond. This was really the reassurance you needed- and you were getting it from a stranger!

He gently takes your hand in his own. “If you’re not ready to see anyone yet, I completely understand. But I want to help, so if it’s alright with you, I’d like to stick around. I will wait. And if you’re never ready, I’ll just continue to be your shoulder to cry on, okay?”

You’re in shock. “You mean it..?” Something in your gut told you to stay with him. Deep in your soul, you wanted some kind of bond with him— but you weren’t quite sure what, yet.

“Yeah, I mean it,” He smiles, squeezing your hand. “Anytime.”

You can’t think before you move to wrap your arms around him. You didn’t want to let go.

“Thank you, Izuku.”

“Of course.”

And that’s where it all started.

Thank you for reading! If you’d like to see or be tagged in the next part let me know!!

Have a great day :) ☆

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[oswednesday]

the art exhibit itself was really nice!

 like, gdfgfd whoever put it together had their salt on display for the immersive traveling van gogh show and the museum’s exhibition was more about like acquisition, industry and sales, like these occupy such completely separate spaces, its baffling how someone can have such a prestigious job but also be a weird baby about other forms of gallery shows, omg that said, there was really cool use of like full wall murals for newspaper clippings were the early showings were reviewed and talked about by art critics, there was a neat bit about ones people thought were van gogh’s but were by a different artist completely lost to time????????????????????????????? there were loaned out ones from like all over the place!! along with the museums actual collection, and there were no guard rails or like those velvet chain thingies, it was just a line of tape on the ground, you could get sooo close to them, one guard stationed in a center room who was really taking his job seriously kept going up to people to tell them to stop gesturing into the painting, cause people would go up to the line and point, and i know how this sounds but i came away with like more memory of the other people in the gallery, like one person had this really low cut sweater top with a rhinestone bow that was catching light in all sorts of ways, there was a couple very loudly talking about the masters degree in art history they just got, a very very thin around 50-70 lady with a sever head hugging bob and like those leathery high heel boots, some lady who was wearing a designer like Artisan Gallery Goer poncho thingy, someone wearing what i would describe as 90s baby slut but with like a otomey twist and the different guards in the different rooms and an extremely tiny lady who would swerve in between the crowd to get a close up picture of each painting and like groups who id recognize the voice of from room to room 

tho back to the art omg, like my fave bit was a room that recreated the gallery show of the first american showing of a van gogh, they had gathered the other paintings in the show and it was so so soooo cool to see, like that time period captured, those artists together, seeing what people would have seen, like the the futuristic artist next to the impressionist artists, not like put in different sections but side by side, you get to experience how people would have felt like its so hard to understand how Not into impressionists americans were at the time until youre next to like a ten foot tall futurist painting or until youre caught by the boldness of early modernism

another neat thing was that each like entry space a self portrait was placed like, and a lot of times there were no one like around them, like id be in a room just at the right time to see only one person looking at a self portrait and it felt really magical omg

and like i got to see just about every one of them up close tho i do admit i kinda skirted quickly through the more like Realism section of his work that he did for like the commercial sector pretty much, at the end there was a really nice sitting area by a little movie thing about myth dispelling and it let out to a little gift shop, the selection at the immersive one was a lot better but i got a neat little pen, what really impressed me was that the gift shop installer had put open umbrella up above so different like art prints of them spun about in the circulated air

there was a feeling over all of like an assembly line which i think is kinda offensive for a non-tour open gallery showing so i tried to scuttle out of the flow of the crowd when ever possible, which like i was wearing a mask and it was also good to avoid like when groups of people would congest in front of a single painting, so i got to like stand close to ones the mass group werent too yet and then id circle back  

[krankittoeleven]

3, 17, 28 for 'the questions for writers'? 🖋

Thanks for the ask! :)

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Oh gawd. I don't really have one. Sometimes I will say I'm gonna write and i sit down and just write and sometimes I say I'm gonna write and then I make breakfast and watch a youtube video, then listen to some music while scrolling through Tumblr and then I work on some world building for a different fic than the one I was intending to work on and then i scroll through tumblr and then I stare at google doc for awhile until I realize its lunch time and then I make lunch...I'm sure you can see where that is going. And it's definitely cursed. LOL

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Oh boy.  I have like 7 WIPS. :D  Hmm...a lot of them have twists that I don’t want to hint at or spoil so...let’s see...Since you are a fallout fan I’ll roll with my as yet unnamed Sole Survivor/Hancock fic (its tentatively named Pickman’s Better Model, but not sure if I’m sticking with that) in which Sole is tasked with bringing Hancock to meet Richard Pickman after he investigates Pickman Gallery.  As a big Lovecraft fan I’m totally in love with all of the Lovecraft references in FO4, and I really wanted to write something that involves them.  And then I decided that since in the canon of Lovecraft’s story Pickman’s Model, Pickman is obsessed with ghouls, it would be kind of funny but also rather fitting if in the FO4 canon Pickman became obsessed with ghouls because of Hancock and his transformation into a ghoul, primarily because Pickman also wants to become a ghoul, but being the educated sort of man he is he is looking for a “better” way than just hoping for the best with a bunch of radiation in his face.  It’s really more of a pre-relationship kind of fic, where Sole and Hancock are getting to know each other more and they are both kind of awkward and snarky with each other but by the end they have moved to a bit more comfortable and snarky with each other.  As for things that won’t make it in, I'm waffling on a dumb running joke in the story in which Hancock keeps calling Sole “smoothie” and Sole being who he is and coming from where he comes from keeps thinking he means smoothie like the drink, but Hancock means smoothie because he has smooth skin and eventually Sole just explodes because he just doesn’t understand the connection and Hancock explains it to him very slowly and with maybe some touching xD  

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

My current-ish (we are on hiatus) DnD character, a non-binary dwarf warlock who worships Nyarlothotep and is currently possessed by the spirits of Sindri and Brok from Norse mythology is a delight to play and write silly things for. They are one of the few of my OCs that I've ever really been attached to, probably because the are just unhinged and cracked and it's a lot of fun. And it's helpful that my DM let me go off on writing the backstory and some of the events that happen.

Ask me writing questions!

#asks #writing

[circus4apsycho8]

lemon drops. | ii | ib ~ garry x reader

chapter i here.

~ two ~

Rest assured your name will be spelled correctly in my contacts :)

It’s you! I’m glad to hear it.

Idk if you’ll be free but I was going to stop by the coffee shop again today

After my classes. Thinking about talking a walk or something after

I can certainly make another stop there

A walk? Any particular trail in mind?

Not really. I’ll probably just stroll through town

I like the sound of that. What time are you done with your classes?

A smile appears on your lips as you sort the details of your next meetup with Garry out. That turned out pretty well, despite the fact you had been a little nervous to text him. In any case, you hop off of your bed, noting that it’s time for you to get ready for class.

With that thought in mind, you mindlessly proceed throughout your morning routine. After your belongings are in hand, you open the door to your room before stepping out into the hallway. As you gently pull it shut, the sound of small footsteps catches your attention.

“Morning!” your little sister greets, grinning widely as you bend down to give her a hug.

“Hey, Ib. Did you sleep well?”

“I did! Did you?”

“I slept well enough,” you reply, listening to her as the two of you start making your way downstairs.

“That’s good. I had a really weird dream.”

“Oh? Do you remember what it was about?”

“Kind of,” she answers as the two of you reach the bottom of the staircase, both turning towards the kitchen. “I just remember a scary-looking face. It was blue and had weird eyes and a creepy smile.”

“That sound scary,” you mumble, ruffling her hair a little bit. “I’m sorry you had to dream about that.”

“Thanks, but it wasn’t that bad. I just hope I don’t have to dream about it again.”

“Hopefully you won’t have to,” you say, spying your parents in the living room. “Good morning.”

They look up, both sending you a smile. “Morning girls. Sleep well?”

“I did. Ib said she had a nightmare, though.”

“Oh no! What was it about?” your mom asks, shifting her gaze to Ib.

“A creepy doll or something…it just kept staring at me.”

“Well, it can’t hurt you now,” you dad adds, smiling softly. You nod, about to say something when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. A glance at the screen reveals that it’s a message from Garry:

Look at what I found!!

Attached is a picture of a chunky little groundhog peacefully nibbling on a patch of grass. You giggle quietly, typing a quick response:

Oh, that’s so cute!

“What’re you giggling at?” questions your father, taking a sip from his coffee as he eyes you.

“Oh, a friend just sent me a meme,” you reply, slipping your phone back into your pocket.

“I see.”

“Well, we hope you both have a great day. Take snacks if you need them, and be careful on your way there and back!”

“We will, Mom. Love you guys!”

“We love you too. Stay safe!”

…

The day drags on as normal once you drop Ib off at her school. Every class had been filled with you impatiently checking the time every so often. With every passing minute, you grew more and more excited about your upcoming meeting with Garry.

Since you get out earlier than Ib does today, that means you can walk with Garry before you pick her up. You have about two hours before that rolls around, and Garry should be at the coffee shop by the time you arrive.

As soon as your last class ends, you gather your belongings quickly before exiting. You mentally groan when you see that the elevator already has a line of people waiting for its ascent, so you decide to take the stairs again.

Thankfully, the light spring in your step makes the descent a bit easier to bear this time around. You’re on the ground floor before you know it.

Once more, the cool breeze envelopes your skin the moment you step outside. A soft smiles lines your lips as you pull out your phone, opening your messages app:

Hey Garry! I’m on my way now, I should be there in about five minutes or so

I’ll be waiting :)

“Nice,” you mumble as you read the message, stuffing your phone back in your pocket afterwards. The walk this time around seems much shorter than it was yesterday. Not that you’re complaining, because it seems like forever since you’ve wanted to talk to someone like this.

Soon enough, you find yourself in front of the café again. You push the door open, glancing inside to find Garry sitting at the same spot, phone in hand.

“Garry!”

He turns before smiling, standing up as you make your way over to him.

“Hello there!” he greets.

“Hey,” you respond. “How are you?”

“I’m doing well, and how about yourself?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” You really like how he’s so well-mannered, and actually enunciates his words. It sends a fluttery feeling to your stomach – one that feels almost nostalgic in an odd way.

“I decided it would be better if we ordered together, since we’re walking,” he says as the two of you approach the counter.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Of course.”

With that, the two of you place your orders before waiting at the end of the counter again. The silence between the two of you is comfortable, thankfully. You’re still excited, but part of you is growing a bit nervous now.

You dart from thought to thought for a few minutes before the barista slides your drinks onto the counter, smiling at the two of you. You realize it’s the same one that served you yesterday.

“Hey guys! Good to see you again. Sorry about the mix-up yesterday.”

“That’s quite all right,” Garry replies. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it!” you add, picking up your drink. “Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome. Have a great day, guys.”

“You too!”

With that, the two of you swiftly exit the coffee shop, prepared for the walk.

You notice Garry has gone silent, staring ahead distantly. You follow his gaze, only to see that the old art gallery is the subject of his attention.

“Ever been in there?” you question.

“I visited it once, almost a year or so ago,” he comments, frowning.

“Funny. I went around a year ago too,” you say. Could that have been where you saw him?

“Interesting. Perhaps that’s where we saw each other?”

“It could be,” you note. “Wait. My sister went too. Maybe she’d recognize you, since she was with me that day?”

“Oh, maybe!”

“You should come with me when I go to pick her up from school, then. Her memory is way better than mine.”

He laughs a little, closing his eye as he does so. It makes you wonder why he hides his other eye behind his hair. “How long do you have until then?”

“A little under two hours,” you say, stepping a little closer to Garry in order to give passing people more room to walk. The two of you are still outside of the coffee shop, studying the art gallery intently.

“Ah, plenty of time.”

“Yeah. So, which way should we go?”

“I say we begin by heading right. From there, we can just go where the wind takes us.”

“I like the sound of that,” you say as the two of you start walking.

From there, you both fall into another comfortable silence. It seems to be a bit more thoughtful this time around, but as you sip on your drink and view your surroundings, you feel your shoulders relaxing more and more. How long had it been since you just enjoyed time with a friend like this?

For the most part, it remains quiet, but the two of you exchange a bit of get-to-know-the-other questions. You’re surprised at how comfortable you feel with him. It’s…natural. Like this is how things are supposed to be. Despite this, you know there’s something you’re missing.

It takes you a second to realize that Garry has stopped, leaving you a few feet in front of him. He’s turned towards the forest encircling the town, his eye apparently having been caught.

“Garry? Is something wrong?”

“I… No, but…well, I can’t quite explain it. But I feel like…” he trails off, frowning as he steps forward. Curiosity piqued, you follow him, staying quiet when he bends down to look at something.

“This,” he states, picking the object up. You frown, going to look at it.

“A blue petal?” you wonder, frowning. “What’s that doing here? It’s fall, and there are no blue flowers over here.”

Your friend nods in agreement. “I have the strangest feeling that I should hold onto this.”

“Then keep it somewhere safe. Your gut is almost always right.”

You’re about to add something when…

“Ow!” you cry, grunting as a sharp pain emanates from your head. It’s like a headache, but way more intense.

You hear Garry saying your name before he too cries out, kneeling down as well. You clutch your skull, willing for the pain to subside, when…

A/N: Thanks for the support on this series so far! I hope you enjoyed. I hope that the next chapter will be out soon. Reblogs, likes, and comments are all highly appreciated <3333 Also, please let me know if you'd like to be tagged for updates :D

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[distinctlywhumpthing]

Together 4: Glass.

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CW: explicit language and content, torture, captivity, wounds, implied sex work, strangulation, choking, suicide (hanging), suicidal thoughts/explicit planning, mouth whump description (bleeding, asphyxiation, choking), breathing, attempted noncon, bruises, beating, conditioning, dehumanization, noncon touching, drugs, alcohol, multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers, whumpee as caretaker, letmeknowifimissedany

August once asked what they do to me. Mouthed it, like he couldn’t stop himself from forming the words, but didn’t bother voicing it out of horror or just because he knew I couldn’t answer. I wouldn’t fucking know where to begin anyway.

Probably down on my knees.

At this point, our situation boggles my mind even more than when they trained me to be silent. That was logical when you psychoanalyzed it but shit got fucked sideways when August came into the picture. It’s just senseless now, an unending labyrinth of manipulation and control. Double the captives means double the fun. I was lucky to be alone for so long. There were two others before him but never like this. In the grand scheme of things, they’re all mere drops of water in the swimming pool of my time here. It was another woman first, although I never learned her name. She seemed like a Tiffany or a Heather and was really pretty, too but never trusted me. Wouldn’t even look at me, as if I wasn’t just as much of a prisoner as her.

Poor thing was in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw something she shouldn’t have. She didn’t last long at all. Unraveled faster than you can say, “Money’s on the table.” You’d think she’d have a little more grit. I mean you hear stories and can only imagine the shit they put up with in that industry, but it was like something out of an exorcist movie. Crying hysterically, throwing herself at the walls and doors, and trying to strangle the life out of me like I was sitting on a key. They came in and intervened but not before she’d purpled my neck so I could barely breathe. That was the only time they ever took the shock collar off. She spent the next bit catatonic and then one day when they brought me back, she was dangling by her own diamond-studded jeggings from a pipe on the ceiling, toes just a few inches from the ground. Damn slow way to die. They took out the pipe.

I’ve given it a hell of a lot of thought myself. She’d obviously been trying something similar with smacking herself into the concrete walls, but that will only get you a concussion that makes it feel like you’ve gone a few rings deeper into Hell. No, thank you. My choice would be the naked lightbulb on the wall, next to the door. If I shoved it far enough down my throat before it broke, I’m pretty sure I would asphyxiate before they could do anything. The key would be to bleed enough into my bronchial tube and inhale enough shards of glass to shred my lungs a bit. A little internal bleeding down my esophagus wouldn’t hinder the cause but certainly wouldn’t be fatal on its own, never mind the risk of just cutting my tongue and mouth to ribbons if it breaks too early. In that case, I’d be fucked. That’s why Wyatt leaves it there, uncovered, even though other lightbulbs down the hallway have metal cages screwed over them. Tempting me to risk it. He also knows that, now, I’d never leave August. I feel responsible and that’s why he holds my life in his hands. The torture will never stop and August is better off with me to take care of him in whatever way I can, even if it doesn’t even come close to reparation.

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The next guy was probably mid-thirties and built like a truck. I can’t begin to imagine what he did to wind up here. He didn’t take to captivity well either. Everything they’d put into him, he’d let out onto me. The first time, he was angling to get a sweeter kind of release than just wailing on me. I was pretzeled around one of the legs of my bed frame, while he punched and clawed at me, so hell-bent on not letting go, I was screaming my head off for help despite the collar. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that Wyatt doesn’t like anyone to touch me. That went over like a lead balloon. Playing off his proclivity like somehow I had any right to decide not to be raped. Wyatt would have stopped it anyway and I could have saved myself the next few days of my bunkmate beating the living shit out of me undisturbed as long as he left it at just that. As soon as Wyatt decided I’d learned my lesson, or was sick of seeing me limping and bruised, that guy was fish food.

The second bed was empty for a long time after that even though I’m sure there were others. Wyatt has a list a mile-long of people he’d like to get his hands on for one reason or another, but I never saw them. Wyatt would still bring me out to toy with me in his usual ways. The buffoons would bring me out when he wasn’t around for entertainment but they know better than to touch me more than cursory shoves to keep me cooperating and even then, more often with their phones or other inanimate objects, rather than their hands. To them, it was endlessly entertaining to get me high out of my mind and mess with me or make me play Emma Fortyhands until I puked all over myself. I should have known Wyatt wasn’t wasting any time during this plateau of suffering. From what August says, he was here for a handful of days, maybe even two weeks, before they made us roommates. Wyatt just talked to him, drilling him for hours. He had been screening him, looking for the perfect match before binding us together in torment.

They always take me first and bring me straight to Wyatt. He likes to talk to me about what he has planned for August, trying to get a rise out of me. Like I’d be dumb enough to think that any amount of disgust or fear on my part would make a lick of difference for August. If anything, Wyatt would double it just for my reaction. Next, Wyatt makes sure I’ll make it through what he has planned for me without passing out. The humane thing would be to give me a second meal or something but instead, he gives me whatever his henchmen have lying around. An unpredictable twist added to my slow destruction. I’m lucky if it’s an energy shot or some gross drink that tastes like fruit-flavored battery acid and leaves me shaking. More often, it’s “just a bump” of something that makes my heart race and the whole session so unbearable I’m screaming in my head at the top of my lungs until I come down.

One time, he gave me a tab of acid. His favorite kind of experiment, the ultimate demonstration of his success. To no one’s surprise, I’m conditioned enough that I still didn’t speak and followed every instruction. That was, no contest, my worst day on this fucked-sideways merry-go-round. I was tripping so hard. Too slow and too fast at the same time, no distinction between myself and everything around me. Wyatt’s barbaric plan turned into a barbaric fuck-up. A small part of me understood what I had done even before I came down and when I stumbled out, I was met by silence instead of the usual dumb peanut-gallery comments. They threw me into the shower after, like always, but left me there for hours since I was still tripping. I was hysterical by the time they let me out. By some miracle, or just Wyatt perversely delaying the end, he had actually called a real doctor.

—

Today, Wyatt hands me a double shot of whiskey because it’s “cute” to watch me struggle when I’m tipsy. I knock it back in one swallow, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much that frightens me. He finishes getting me ready and then smacks me on the ass to get me moving. Once I’m in the room, he starts feeding me instructions even though I already know what he wants from me today. This way, he’s in control of my every action, like he’s thinking for me, while I just focus on getting air into my lungs, fighting through the alcohol hitting my bloodstream and burning in my empty stomach. I can throw it up in the shower later if I need to. I just need to survive this.

By the time I stumble out, I’m inevitably a mess. Crying, shaking, and covered in sweat, even on the days I get the raw, straight edge experience. One of the baboons walks me to the small concrete room, empty except the industrial-looking shower head in the ceiling above the drain. The controls are on the outside of the room which is how they make sure the water is ice cold and stays on for exactly five minutes. They take the collar off and I get a bar of soap before they lock me in. It used to be orange soap bars that made my skin feel dry even wet. After that, it was green with the same problem but a stronger smell that clung to me all the time, which wasn’t half bad. Lately, it’s a white, rounder bar, that’s distinctly feminine, and leaves my skin soft, which would be concerning if I wasn’t already too balls-deep in my worst nightmare to care.

I used to dance in and out of the freezing shower while I soaped up but now I stay under the whole time. It’s the only thing that makes any damn sense anymore, the one small touch of reality in this shit storm. I stand under the frigid water and then shake and shiver once it’s turned off until the cold becomes a buzz on my skin and in my veins. Depending on the day, I wait for seconds or hours until they toss me a small, scratchy towel and clean clothes. The waiting is part of it. Not because I’m covered in goosebumps, muscles cramping so that I have to curl in on myself for heat, but because of what I know is waiting for me next.

When they finally let me out and lock me into the collar, it’s all I can do not to run back to our basement hole as fast as my legs will carry me to make sure August hasn’t bled out or gone into shock while they kept me from him. It’s all I care about anymore, helping him survive, making him as comfortable as possible. Honestly, it is the least I can do. It’s my fault he’s here at all, kept to be part of a set. Not to mention the heinous torture. If I had known, I would have done my damndest to kill him before it ever even started.

And I would have inhaled that fucking lightbulb immediately after.

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[moonflms]

➷｡˚wishes —nct/superm mark lee

requested by anon! note, use of media (twice only dw)

next request: jaehyun

PROLOGUE ༄ — mark takes you out on a friendly date to watch the total lunar eclipse by the park! but oh how we wished the date was real.

PAIRING ༄ - non-idol! mark x fem! reader

GENREs ༄ - fluff, semi-onesided love, stars, eclipse, moongazing, under the night sky, semi-socmed, ed sheeran

W. COUNT ༄ - around 1.5k+

NETWORKS༄ - @multifandomnet

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➷｡min's letter ༄ - i honestly feel like this one sucked bc i honestly didn't know how to write a cute prompt anon sent kdfhjkdf

do not repost. copyright belongs to @moonflms 2021. reblogs and likes are deeply appreciated! originally posted on my wattpad (@johnsparrot) . enjoy reading!

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"i get it that you're into astronomy and the likes but mark, it's past six." you reasoned out from the front seat as you talk to your best friend who was by the trunk arranging whatever he packed. "first, i'm not that deep into the study unlike professionals and astrophiles but you already agreed so shut up!" mark looks at you from the back as he smiles at you who was slightly annoyed.

"a pillow or moomin?" mark walked to your side, barricading you to your seat as he slightly leans towards you, a hand on the door keeping the car wide open as the other rested near the headrest. "moomin please" you pushed mark slightly away as you watched him dash into the house for the soft plushie. you chuckled at how he treats you like a kid— what he always does when you're having those rough weeks. you watched him lock the house and come back with the white plush in hand.

he gets settled in the driver's seat as he starts buckles up, royally handing the toy over to you "one moomin m'lady" he slightly bows down while handing it over, another episode of him being goofy. you played along and smiled before mark fully started the drive towards the park.

the drive was not silent as mark kept the atmosphere busy with a few of ed sheeran's songs playing through his stereo. with the songs playing mark felt vague; he felt butterflies yet he felt his chest gradually getting heavier. photograph, thinking out loud and eventually to happier. playing those songs he realized, no, he knew very well that they had something in common.

that they all reminded him of you.

his gallery and even actual photographs always had you beside him, complete attendance from his adorable childhood to his questionable high school era. thinking out loud because he sees you much more as his confidant, his best friend. all the 'i love you's he showered you with from time to time meant much more than how you saught it as. he feels at peace by seeing you smile and his heart never fails to flutter when he feels your head cozied up by his chest.

and to happier as he knows that you were least likely to become his. he hesitated to confess despite all his others friends convinced you felt the same way. he wouldn't want to go through the pain of rejection and turn the years of friendship all awkward of a sudden.

it has been going on for a great while and the only thing mark could do was to show signs without making it obvious, like how he queued the songs in that order.

you had a rough week and it only seems to get rougher. what hurt you hurt mark as well, so he always goes berserk just to make you lighten up from your burdening feelings.

you and mark always had a bucket list of stuff you both wanted to do. and mark felt it was a perfect time to cross one out; a date under the night sky.

a friendly date despite how mark wanted it to be an actual one.

mark felt lucky knowing that same night had a lunar eclipse (and surprisingly a super moon) was supposed to show and he just had to seize the opportunity. he made sure to bring binoculars, comfy blankets to rest on and of course, the requested moomin plush renjun gifted him for christmas.

the park was nearby and mark felt giddy. focused on humming and driving mark overheard a few shutters and felt the gut feeling of a camera pointing at him. "i better look hot in those" he joked as he glanced at you through the mirror. "i was taking pictures of the cherry blossom, dumbass" you chuckled as you proceeded to snap a few pictures of mark. you then moved over to your instagram to spam about the sudden trip. "one last, look" you scooted closer to mark's side to take a pic with him, just before the traffic light switched to green. both of you looking sweet, you smiled to yourself.

-

you were finally settling down on the blanket sprawled over the grass, the view of the waters from the distance and the moon above continuing its eclipse. mark who was sitting up, set aside the binoculars, and laid beside you. he turned to his side as he watched you. "so, a check on the bucket list?" mark smiled hoping you'd say yes.

"well, my best friend is much better than other than an invisible boyfriend." mark smiled through the stinging pain. 'yeah, best friend'  he thought to himself.

"don't you get tired of being by my side?" you looked up to the sky, feeling a bit doubtful.

"and why would you think so?"

"it's more or less two decades of us constantly by each other's side. and the things you'd do just to get me out of my—"

"y/n, if you're hurt, i get hurt too. i'm always here for you, no matter how stupid and annoying you could be at times. if i went through my whole life with you by my side, why would i suddenly stray away?" mark softly patted your cheek, drying off the few tears that rolled down. you came closer to mark and hugged him, nuzzling by his chest and scent. "and you know how much i love you right?" you nodded as you continued to nest under him.

mark would've been jumping in joy. but tracing back a few words, there he reminded himself of the word 'best friend'.

mark hugged you back as he secretly logged into his instagram as well, he distracted himself by viewing a few of the stories. your story came in after a few taps and there showed a picture of him driving, captioned with a black heart. "sure, keep on hoping minhyung."  he thought to himself once again.

he finally decided to create his own with the picture he secretly took of you earlier. he thought of the caption for a while until he ended up with "wished you we're mine." he posts storied like these on the daily, he just made sure to set it into the close friends setting to avoid you from seeing it. he quickly tapped the post option as he felt you move and sat up.

"look! it's red!" you pointed at the moon, smiling as you were amazed by the phenomenon. you pulled mark up from his position and continued to look at the dark sky. it indeed was beautiful. mark inserted his phone back into his pocket as he cupped your shoulder, watching you admire the heavenly bodies above.

feeling done, you glanced at mark who was still looking up. you watched your best friend enjoy his own time as you felt a small vibrate off your phone. you quickly checked the notification as it came from... mark?

" [y/nmais_vu] : @onyourm__mark posted a new story ! "

checking it, you wondered when mark was able to snap a quick photo of you, but you wondered more about the caption. you felt your heartbeats go rapid and your stomach starts to churn. "y/n?" mark called as you quickly locked your phone. "you alright?"

"yeah... nothing much, just story notifs." you smiled and sat closer to mark. he hums as he proceeds to wrap his free arm around your shoulders, continuing to watch over the distance. "did you make a wish?" you asked mark who was finally looking back at you with an unsure expression. "we're supposed to wish! go on, "  you nudged mark as he spaced out for a moment, staring at a star. "starlight, star bright, the first star i see tonight!" you both burst into laughs "what are we? pre-school?" mark smiled as he continued to stay silent.

"you made me wish on a star now tell me what you asked for," mark turns facing you. you stayed silent for a while as you looked up to the ending eclipse above. "i actually had two wishes" you pulled out a few blades of grass, avoiding his eyes. "first, was for your wish to come true," you fully faced mark as you took the plush into your hands, fiddling with it.

"second, ... i also wished for you to be mine" you smiled at mark whose face was indecipherable. "wait, what?" you noticed how his cheeks were lightly brushed with blush. "it was your notif, mark."

right there, mark realized that he failed to upload the story to the selected option. "i... well, you did suddenly moved and made me panic." mark chuckled as he continues to study your eyes that were glistening under the soft lights of the surroundings. "your turn. what did you wish for?"

mark came closer to you as he tucks some hair behind your ear, "it just came true." he whispered as he quickly diverted his vision towards the tree nearby. you softly held mark's chin as you got him to face you, your body suddenly heating up inside the white crewneck sweatshirt you were wearing. you both felt euphoric as the sudden confession still felt unreal. you both felt rewarded after keeping in the hopes and feelings for one another.

unconsciously, you both started to close in while the background started to seem blurry, and the only things that were clear to your visions were each other. "can i?" granting him permission mark closed the gap in between both of you, feeling his own soft set above yours. you returned the favor as you cautiously mimicked what mark did, creating a slow rhythm for the both of you.

lasting a good few seconds, you both broke away with heated cheeks and pleased hearts. mark pulled you closer as he now has you in between in him, hugging you from behind. he laid you back into his chest and placed one more kiss, smiling afterward. you locked your phone once again after posting another story. (check below) you both were glad that the wishes of becoming each other's pair were finally granted. mark continued to sway you in his arm, looking up at the succeeding eclipse. "hey y/n,"

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

———

(for those who doesn't know it actually means 'i love you' !)

#mark #multifandomnet #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream #nct 127 #nct mark #nct mark lee #nct u #mark lee #nct dream imagines #nct 127 imagines #mark fluff #superm #moonflms #moon #nct 127 au #nct dream au #superm imagines #superm scenarios #superm mark #mark x reader #mark scenarios #mark ff #mark x y/n #hot sauce #dreamies

[ladyblogger-margie]

Jane Austen Movie Night

Pairing: Marcus Pike (The Mentalist) x GN!Reader 

Summary: Hiding your feelings for your best friend Marcus Pike is difficult during your weekly movie night.

Warnings: None, just fluff. 

Word Count: 1220

Prompt: “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more”

a/n: I really liked the 2020 Emma. movie and that one line makes me swoon every time, and so does Marcus Pike. 

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Marcus opened the door mere seconds after you knocked. He smiled first at you and then at the pizza box and the six-pack of beers in your hand. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he said to you and your heart fluttered. You ignored the faint heat in your cheeks and tried to push down the feelings you had for your best friend away and ignore them as you should. 

You met FBI agent Marcus Pike at a gallery at random a couple of years ago. He was there for pleasure, not work for a change, and you had been there on a truly terrible first date. Your date was somehow both incredibly boring and incredibly condescending all at once. Marcus had swooped in to save you and correct the boring misinformation your date was spouting. 

Thankfully, Marcus had pretended to be an old friend and your date didn’t put up too much of a fight about his presence. You and Marcus didn’t even notice your date had left until he was long gone. The two of you finished the tour together and have been friends ever since. 

Since then, Marcus has grown to become one of your closest friends, actually your best friend. He was such an easy guy to be around. He liked the same movies you did, and was comfortable in casual and fancier situations. 

Was it any surprise that you had fallen head over heels for a man this sweet?

Though you also knew him well enough to know he wasn’t perfect, but that’s how you knew for sure you guys were close - he let you see his flaws too. 

He could be intense to a point where it was intimidating. His sincerity sometimes was so overwhelming it felt suffocating. He also carried with him some abandonment issues that led him to some jealousy and while that was understandable based on his history, it could also be taxing. 

His unfortunate relationship history was the biggest reason you had never said anything to him about your feelings for him. He had told you numerous times that just how important to him your friendship was to him, how the stability of you in his life was something vital that he had grown dependent on. You couldn’t risk being another person who tore his life apart, not when being his friend was a true joy all its own. 

So, there you were at your weekly movie night at Marcus’ apartment with pizza and beer and completely, silently in love with your best friend. 

It was your turn to pick the movie this week and you were scrolling through one of his many streaming services looking for something interesting. You stopped over the latest adaptation of Emma.

“What do you think?” you asked him, gesturing to the screen. 

“Jane Austen in pastels? Sounds delightful,” he replied as he handed you a beer.

“Perfect,” you replied, hitting play. 

The movie started and you both dive headfirst into the pizza in front of you, not worrying about good manners at all. 

Marcus scooped up the dipping sauce and leaned back to get comfortable. 

“Hey!” you said, reaching out for the sauce. 

“It’s not my fault you only picked up one sauce,” he explained, feigning innocence. 

You scurried across the couch and huddled in close to him.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to hover and share,” you explained, actually thankful for the excuse to be near him. Your mouth was watering, and you were pretty sure it wasn’t just from the fresh pizza scent. 

Marcus smiled softly at you before he said, “That’s just fine.”

You two worked through the pizza quickly, both leaning back with your second beers in hand. After finishing the pizza you didn’t both move back to your side of the couch, choosing instead to stay entangled with Marcus. It wasn’t the first time you had curled up with Marcus during movie night, but it was the first time it happened during a movie that wasn’t a horror film. 

You watched the pastel colors dance across the screen, but felt your attention pulled more by the man next to you than the actors on the screen. Though you’ve read the book before, and this wasn’t the first film adaptation of it you’ve seen which helped you follow the story through your distraction. 

Marcus clearly also had a familiarity with the material, he would laugh a second before the joke landed, or whisper a line alongside the actors on screen. He pulled you closer to him as he laughed, and the action seemed accidental and unconscious, but you didn’t point it out, afraid it would cause him to let you go. 

As the film approached it’s romantic climax, you felt Marcus freeze around you. You couldn’t understand why. 

On screen you heard Mr. Knightley say, “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more,” and Marcus brushed his thumb across the exposed flesh of your forearm and your breath caught in your chest. You realized Marcus was holding his breath as you covered his hand with yours. 

“I like this movie,” you said in a whisper. 

“Yeah, me too,” he replied with a breathy voice. 

“Austen knew something about love, huh?” was all you could think to say. 

“Mr. Knightley speaks the truth,” Marcus said, his hand travelling to your waist and turning you to face him, “It would be easier to talk about feelings if they weren’t so all consuming.”

You turned into him, bringing your gaze to meet his warm brown eyes and you felt your heart racing in your chest. 

“What feelings are those?” you ask him, desperate for the answer you never let yourself wish for. 

He pushed his lips against yours firmly, desperate with need and a complete lack of self-restraint.

It didn’t take you any time at all to react. You threw your leg over him and straddled his waist, wrapping your hands around his neck and grabbing fistfulls of his soft, brown hair in your hands and pulling. 

He broke the kiss for a moment to just look at you and positively beamed at him. 

“I’m sorry, we don’t-” he started to say, but you cut him off with a kiss. 

“Marcus,” you said, pulling away, “Trust me, I want this.”

He smiled at you like a man seeing the stars for the first time and pulled you back to him for another kiss. He gripped your hips so tightly it locked you in place, but that was fine by you - there was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be than sitting in his lap and kissing Marcus Pike. 

The movie ended in the background, but neither of you paid any attention. Instead you spent the rest of the night holding each other, kissing, and just smiling uncontrollably. 

When you started to yawn, Marcus offered you some clean, cozy pyjamas and offered to bunk out on the couch so you could take his bed. 

“I don’t want to assume anything,” he said, ever the gentleman. 

“Come to bed with me, Marcus,” you said, leading him to his bedroom. 

Falling asleep in his arms was better than anything you could have ever imagined, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you spent a night like this. 

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Tags: @autumnleaves1991-blog​

#marcus pike #marcus pike x gn!reader #the mentalist #pedro pascal #birthday challenge

[tsumucore]

Playing ACNH hcs ♡‧₊˚

here’s some hcs of Atsumu, Kuroo, Suna, and Akaashi playing animal crossing bc it’s been on my mind :3

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Atsumu

Gave into the hype just so he could say yeah I game 🙄😴 (he only has a switch bc the rest of inarizaki play smash)

Named his island “island”

He literally chose the most inconvenient layout when he started. His resident services is right smack in front of his airport so there’s like barely a sliver of walking space AND it’s slightly to the left so it ain’t even centered 💔

When the rest of inarizaki comes over to visit, he ends up getting slaughtered for his lack of “appealing scenery” and influx of weeds 😭 Osamu, Suna, and Aran are leading the revolution

Do NOT invite this mf over to your island he will trample all over your flowers, INCLUDING the hybrids. Isn’t even aware of the damage he’s caused until you’re chasing him with an axe and gifting him trash every day for the next two weeks

Gets on his knees and begs you for spare 30 iron nuggets 🤲🏼🥺

Listen he knows all villagers are created equal✨ and whatnot but he still screams every time he sees an ugly villager arrive at his campsite. He saw Limberg once, said No ❤️ and immediately closed out of the game

Whenever a villager he hates moves in, he spends a half hour straight hitting them with his net bc he thinks thats gonna get them to move out lmfao

Tries out all the tricks for getting a good island when he’s going villager hunting like clapping for Orville, showing up in dodo merch, etc

“Uhhh, you know it’s completely randomized right..? None of them actually work.” “Shut yer trap 🥰″

Man... he really sets his villagers’ nicknames for him as “daddy”

“What if you let me clap your cheeks in front of tom nook” “Upgrade your resident services first then we’ll talk, musty ❤️″

Kuroo

Denies, denies, denies that he plays the game he’s always like “nah, that’s for kids”

But literally everyone gets the notification that he’s playing all the time bc he doesn’t realize his online status is visible to everyone LMFAO

When you expose him, he just claims that Kenma forced him to try it out like ok Mr. 220+ hours 🙄

Horror themed island!!! He gets real creative with it - everything’s strategically placed and he’s got all sorts of rare and hacked items to work with, courtesy of Kenma’s activities on the black market. He has a lot of references to Japanese folklore sprinkled throughout his island

Naturally, Lucky’s his favorite villager; also has a soft spot for Kiki

NAH DON’T INVITE HIM TO YOUR ISLAND .. its so sad he’ll be looking around like “aww, it’s cute” JDSKHKDSHJ the humiliation

But he actually loves spending time on yours bc its such a change from his usual Eeerie one

Loves doing tarantula/scorpion islands - he’s got the patience n willpower to travel to a random island and turn it into a goldmine for scorpions

U guys will help each other out by tag teaming a gigas giant clam together and it turns into one big screaming match lmao

“It’s right by you!” “Ok, on the count of 3, I’ll lead it that way to corner it and you swoop in for the catch”

Yaku once commented on how his museum’s kinda empty and he let it get to him. He’s obsessed with digging up every fossil and catching every minuscule bug to make sure his collection’s complete like bro!!! It’s fine!!! Your island’s still better than mine!!!

Suna

Mf was able to snag the animal crossing edition of the switch before they all sold out

I feel like his island would be one of those cyberpunk tokyoesque ones. You: yeah my boyfriend’s a professional landscaper 🥰

The secret: he gets zooted when he’s terraforming at 3am

Really comes over to collect his diy from Celeste, laughs at your island, and dips

ALWAYS dripped out. U will NOT catch him slipping

Never has his net in his hand when he shakes trees bc he wants to be Daring

Blocked Atsumu for stealing his flowers when he wasn’t looking

The type to mass buy nook mile tickets on ebay and go on villager hunting sprees for his dreamies. You’ve often witnessed him on the brink of madness at 4am as he comes across Hippeux for the 11th time

Joins discord servers and participates in cataloging parties. He’s got the best items and color combos for everything. Also an avid user of nookazon

You: just a smidget of bells plth 🥺🥺🤲🏼🤲🏼

He pays off your debts for you 💅🏼

Makes you continuously press A to collect shooting stars for him when he goes to the bathroom. 

You: I’m tired I don’t wanna do this anymore

Him: That’s nice ❤️

He lets you take some star fragments in the morning tho for compensation

Hates talking to his villagers tbh bc its the same dialogue over and over again so he only interacts with them when he wants to give them fits

Gifts raymond the maid dress

He likes to lay on you and nuzzle into you as best he can when you’re both playing. You’ll both just lay there in a comfortable silence, doing your own thing n it’s honestly so therapeutic

Akaashi

He’s got a european town inspired theme going on - the color palette throughout his island is immaculate

It’s infuriating how perfect his island is when he isn’t even a time traveler. It took you months WITH time traveling to achieve an island that you’re somewhat satisfied with and he’s sitting there like yeah I hit 5 stars after three weeks❤️

You: ok jobless❤️

His museum’s fire; every time he collects a species for the first time, he immediately takes it to blathers. His fossil collection is also like 99% complete. The only thing that bothers him is how dry his art gallery is, so you always have to text him when redd’s on your island

Really vibes with Wolfgang

Managed to actually get all his rocks in a circle to make a rock garden??

You: HOW

Him: I don’t kiss and tell

Stargazing dates!!!! He always lets you know when there’s a meteor shower on his island and has the cutest lil stargazing area just for you two to hang out at

Usually plays the game muted so when he’s fishing he actually watches for the bob??? instead of turning that shit up on full blast and listening for the blubblub???

He’s shameless abt how much he wants Raymond and has spent a ridiculous amount of tickets looking for him. “He’s a cat with glasses and different colored eyes!!!!!”

When you got Raymond to move in to your island, he kept trying to convince you to gift him to him. This sweet talking mf kept trying to shower you with kisses and cuddles to get you to say yes.

“I’m not putting him in boxes.” “Go off 🧚��♂️😍🤩 that cliff over there 🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️💕”

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masterlist ｡･:*:･ﾟrules

#miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu

[abuttoncalledsmalls]

Spring Blooms

Warnings: FLUFF - all of the tooth rotting fluff you can handle

Pairings: Marcus Pike x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1 K

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for Marcus. Big ups to @yespolkadotkitty​ for all of her amazing beta-ing and encouragement.

“Are you nervous..?” You whispered into your fiancé’s ear. 

Marcus Pike looked at you with his deep amber eyes and chuckled. “It’s more of a nervous energy,” he confessed.

Your seven year old daughter, Elizabeth, sprinted ahead toward the Sculpture Garden at the National Gallery. Sensing that you were not keeping up with her, she turned around to see you both lagging behind. She exhaled deeply and drudged over to you in the over-exaggerated way that only little girls can. 

“C’mon, Mom and Marcus! Don’t you wanna see the statues?”

“Lizzy, the sculptures aren’t going anywhere. I promise,” you assured her. 

“Sometimes it’s nice just to stop and smell the roses,” chimed in Marcus. 

Lizzy scanned the area looking for any type of flower. When she couldn’t spot any, she shot him a quizzical look.  “I don’t see any roses. How can I smell them if they aren’t any?” 

“It’s an expression, honey. It means to relax and enjoy life.” You took your hand and ruffled her bright red hair. 

She looked at you and nodded. “Oh.”

***

Marcus, Lizzy, and you decided to stop and smell the proverbial roses on that Saturday afternoon. It was a beautiful early spring day in Washington, D.C. Flowers were just beginning to bud and grass was starting to return to its emerald green hue. People were emerging from their homes, eager to shake off any somber remnants of winter.

Your day started with the time old tradition of sleeping in. Thankfully, Lizzy understood that sleeping in was a special treat for you. Instead of waking you up, she fixed herself a bowl of Frosted Flakes and watched cartoons. It was a win-win situation. You got an extra ninety minutes of sleep and she got to eat sugary cereal while watching TV.

After you woke up, Marcus came over to your small apartment. He had wanted you and Lizzy to move in with him for the longest time, but you kept holding off. You wanted to wait until you married to make that transition for yourself and your little girl. Marcus understood, but he regularly reminded you that the offer was always open.

“How are my two favorite girls?” he asked when he walked in the door.

“Marcus!” Lizzy lept from her spot on the couch to rush into his arms. “Guess what? Guess what? GUESS WHAT?”

“What? What? What, my dizzy Miss Lizzy?”

“I lost a baby tooth last night!”

“You did?” he replied with feigned surprise. He looked at you with a knowing smile. You had texted him the night before sharing Lizzy’s excitement.

“Yeah! And - and - Mom told me to leave the tooth under my pillow. I did and guess what? The tooth fairy came to visit me and she left me a whole dollar!”

“Wow! That’s awesome. I think we should go to brunch to celebrate. What do you think, Y/N?”

“Please Mom, can we?”

Two adorable pairs of eyes turned on you. You were powerless.

“I think that is a wonderful idea,” you began. “Give us thirty minutes to get ready?”

“Take as much time as you need. I’ll wait...”

As you went into your bedroom to get dressed, you overheard Lizzy and Marcus sharing a conversation about all of the pancakes they were going to eat. It warmed your heart to see the man that you loved and your little girl get on so well. He treated her as if she were his own - bringing small presents, helping with homework, sharing bedtime stories, and sometimes even cooking dinner. There wasn’t much that Marcus wouldn’t do for Lizzy. The way her face lit up whenever he’d agree on an activity she suggested made him melt. 

Watching the two of them together made you fall in love with him even more. If there was any doubt about Marcus being the one you wanted to spend your life with, it was washed away the moment you saw him with Lizzy.

You finished up dressing and walked out into the living room to find your daughter still dressed in her pajamas. She was sprawled out on the couch and watching a rerun of My Little Pony with Marcus. You walked in front of the television.

“Time to get dressed and ready, kiddo.” Lizzy began to whine.

“Elizabeth...” 

She continued to pout.

“C’mon, Lizzy. The sooner you get dressed, the sooner we can eat all of those pancakes and drink milkshakes,” Marcus added.

“Strawberry milkshakes with extra whipped cream?”

“Anything for the prettiest girls in the world. But, you have to listen to your mom and get dressed.”

Lizzy jumped up and dashed off to her bedroom. You went over to the couch and settled down to cuddle next to Marcus. He leaned in and the two of you shared a passionate kiss. 

“Mmm. That’s way better than any milkshake, Agent Pike.”

“I would agree, but I need one more just to make sure.” You giggled and the two of you shared another tender kiss. 

“Yep - much better than a milkshake,” he said. 

A wide smile crossed your lips. His large right hand came over to cover your left hand. The hand where your engagement ring would soon be. You had wanted to wait and wear it after both you and Marcus told Lizzy the news together. Initially you were a little worried that he would be offended at your request. As expected though, he proved himself to be the sweet and supportive man that you loved with all of your being. He understood your reasoning and was completely onboard with the plan. The two of you knew that Lizzy would be excited about the engagement, but you also knew that this would be a big change that she would have to adjust to.

“Do you want to tell her over brunch,” you asked while leaning your head on Marcus’s shoulder.

“I was thinking we’d do it somewhere else, but definitely today.”

“Hmmm. It sounds like my F.B.I. agent has a plan. Care to brief me on that?”

“That’s classified information, I’m afraid.”

“Fine, keep your secrets.” You went in to kiss his full lips again. Luck would have it that as the two of you pulled away, Lizzy came back into the living room. 

She scrunched up her face in disgust.  “Eww. Kissing.” 

Both you and Marcus laughed.

***

Brunch was lovely. The three of you went to a small hole-in-the-wall diner that was a ten minute walk from the National Gallery of Art. Marcus swore that they had the best silver dollar pancakes in all of D.C. As usual - he was correct. The tiny pancakes were delicious and buttery. Lizzy inhaled her portion quickly. She wanted more, but you had to cut her off to make sure that she left room for a fruit cup.

“But Mom…”

“You need to eat some fruit - it will help you grow up strong.” 

Lizzy pointed to her milkshake. “My milkshake has strawberries. That’s a fruit.” 

Marcus roared with laughter. You gave him a look indicating that he was not helping the situation. He quieted down but still donned a large grin.

“Nice try, but it doesn’t work that way.” 

Your daughter sighed, but did finish off her fruit cup without any further complaint.

At the end of the meal, Marcus recommended that you all walk off your pancakes with a visit to the sculpture garden at the National Gallery. 

“That sounds awesome!”

“It does,” you told Lizzy. “But before we go, I think you should use the restroom.” She rose from her seat in your booth and skipped off to the facilities.

“I want to tell her about the engagement while we’re at the sculpture garden, if that’s okay with you.” 

“Absolutely,” you nodded.

“I have something special planned and I need to ask you to trust me, Y/N. I know I am asking a lot, but -”

You interrupted him assuring him that you completely trusted him and would follow his lead. He hadn’t steered you wrong before and you know he wouldn’t start now. His body relaxed a tiny bit and his warm brown eyes softened.

“Thank you, Y/N. I love you so much.” He brought his lips to yours while holding your face. You started to feel yourself melt. The sweet taste of butter, syrup, coffee, and him were enough to make your head start spinning. You were quickly brought back to your senses when you heard a clumsy, but adorable attempt to clear a throat. The two of you pulled away to see Lizzy sitting back in her seat staring at you.

“I think we should start to head out,” Marcus suggested.

***

The three of you leisurely strolled through the sculpture garden together. Although you all had been to the garden many times, the towering statues still took your breath away. You were particularly fond of Scott Burton’s Six-Part Seating. There was just something about the contrast between the cold, hard geometric lines and the warm, soft red granite that drew you in every single time. You also were moved by the interactivity of the piece - encouraging the audience in social interaction by sitting in these large seats. As you were admiring the work, Marcus wrapped his arm around your waist and planted a small kiss on your cheek. Seeing you admire and fawn over art tended to make him go weak in the knees. There was just something about sharing a passion, like art, that was so intimate and personal.

As you continued through the garden, you noticed that Marcus was increasingly getting more antsy. You didn’t say anything as you figured that it was all part of his plan. It would be a lie to say that you weren’t curious about what he had in mind. You were. He was a romantic and freely admitted that he liked to make a fuss over those he loved. You also knew that he was a terrible liar and wasn’t exactly the best at keeping non-government secrets. 

As you neared the end of the sculpture garden, Marcus asked if you could take a brief moment to pause. The three of you were standing together in front of a Roy Lichtenstein sculpture of a house and admired it in quiet. Lizzy was the first to speak.

“Is this stopping to smell the roses?”

“A bit,” you answered. “We’re taking some time to enjoy this sculpture that looks like a home. I’d say that counts. What do you think, sweetheart?” You looked over to your right, expecting to see Marcus and he wasn’t there. You looked over to your left and he wasn’t there either. 

“Mom! Look behind you!!”

You turned around to see Marcus on one knee with an open ring box. Bystanders were stopping and looking on. You felt tears start to well up in your eyes. He had already proposed and you had said yes. However, the fact that he was doing it again and including your little girl meant the world to you. 

He gave the exact beautiful speech that made you cry, although you heard it before. You said yes (again) through your tears and brought him up off his knees. As the two of you passionately kissed, he slid the engagement ring onto your finger. The onlookers began to cheer and clap.

“You and Mom are gonna get married,” exclaimed Lizzy. You nodded through your happy tears.

“But, there’s one more thing I need to do,” said Marcus. Lizzy and you shared a confused look.

Marcus descended onto his knee again, but this time in front of Lizzy. He pulled out a small burgundy box from his jacket pocket and opened it. Inside was a gold necklace with a small rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose. Lizzy’s eyes widened and her mouth fell agape.

“My dizzy Miss Lizzy,” began Marcus. “I have adored you from the first time we met. You are just like your mother - smart, beautiful, creative, and funny. I am so lucky to have you in my life. That’s why I want to spend the rest of yours protecting and loving you. Elizabeth, can I be your dad?”

“You really want to be my dad?!?!”

“Yes. One hundred percent. If you’ll have me.” 

She jumped into Marcus’s arms. “Yes, yes, yes! I want you to be my dad more than anything ever.” 

The small remaining group of onlookers began to aww and a few sniffles were audible. Marcus took the necklace from its box and put it on Lizzy. Happy tears freely fell between the three of you as you tightly embraced. Lizzy was the first to compose herself enough to speak.

“Mom, I think I like stopping to smell the roses.”

Tags: @zannemes​

#marcus pike #agent marcus pike #marcus pike fic #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike fluff #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #marcus pike x fem!reader

[mattzerella-sticks]

Ticking Photobomb, T, 1.6k

Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley & TK Strand

TK loves Carlos, and wants their relationship to work out. Before they can recapture even a semblance of the bliss they shared, Carlos needs to fix his mistake and properly introduce TK to his family. Until then... Carlos deserves at least some punishment. He only hopes Buck will forgive him, for involving him in his and Carlos's first big fight as a couple.

Only it's not Buck's forgiveness he'll need.

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           He’s wary. He and TK are supposed to be enjoying a delicious meal outside at a nearby park, sun high in the sky, bright but not too cruel, as they sit together on a thin, yellow blanket, and Carlos cannot enjoy any of this beautiful date because a tiny voice in the back of his mind warns him that TK’s silence is a cover for something more sinister. His boyfriend’s smile, aimed at his phone as it has been since they arrived, means trouble. The small, continuous giggles that eke free sound like alarms. Giggles offered with every bite, where he’d type a short message and then set his phone down; only to grab it halfway through its jingling ringtone – TK never usually keeps that on. Carlos remembered him complaining how he hates ringtones, prefers having his phone vibrate. Why is it on now? And why is he texting while they’re on a date? And why does his laughter make Carlos cringe?

           “Who are you texting?” he asks, finally, Carlos pushing the plastic container with his half-finished sandwich to the side.

           TK glances up from his phone. “No one.”

           “No one?”

           “Just a friend,” TK says, pinning Carlos with a strange expression that squeezes his heart. It makes the sweat pricking his temples relocate and journey down, rolling towards his chin. Carlos wipes at his face as TK adds, “seriously, you don’t have to worry.”

           It’s the way he said ‘you’ that does Carlos in. That has him dredging up what he already considered resolved since before they sat down. Discussed, at length, over the phone, with Carlos apologizing repeatedly. TK assured him they were good. “I thought we were good?”

           TK sighs, “We are good.” Then, he mumbles, “As good as any two friends can be.”

           Carlos’s frown deepens, mouth resembling a severe gash carved into his face. “I knew it!” Carlos cries, pointing at him. “You’re still mad at me.”

           “I never said I wasn’t!”

           “You said it was settled –“

           “Because it is,” TK insists, a heavy glare drawing all breath out of Carlos’s chest. The façade he wore for their date has been pulled away, and Carlos sees exactly how distressed TK remained after he introduced him to his parents as his ‘friend’. Even with Carlos promising that he would remedy the situation soon, gather his boyfriend and family together and explain the truth of his romantic life, TK clings tight to the pain Carlos caused by letting fear sway his choice, both at the farmer’s market and when he let TK walk out of his home, relationship dangling from a fraying cord. It frays ever closer to breaking. “It’s settled until you work up the nerve to have that dinner you were talking about.”

           Carlos splutters, “That’s not – you know, with the pandemic how hard it’s…”

           His excuses further irritate TK, who retreats into his phone. He texts someone else. Perhaps the same person he’s been texting this entire time. “Then it’s settled.”

           “If it’s so settled,” Carlos asks, “why even bother agreeing to our date today?” He gestures at their unfinished meals, probably cold and stale. If they weren’t, it’s not like Carlos feels like eating anymore.

           TK stops texting, smirking at Carlos. Usually, it riles Carlos up in that he wants to kiss it off of him. Right now, Carlos swallows the urge to shove his boyfriend onto his ass.  “A date?” TK asks, words languid and breezy, spaced out by palpable sarcasm. “Why would you think this was a date,” he continues, phone tapping against his chin, “we are just friends after all…”

           Anger and disappointment converge violently inside Carlos, fighting for release. Neither can, as his vibrating phone pulls his focus from TK. He opens the message on autopilot, confused since it’s from TK. Confusion then drops into the cesspool of his emotions, like Mentos in Coke, and Carlos explodes.

           “Why did you send me this?” he demands, showing TK a picture he sent to Carlos of himself. A picture they took, together, when visiting a lake one weekend long ago during the summer. A picture taken after they spent the entire afternoon swimming, bathing suits forgotten on the pier. A picture where TK’s chiseled physique was on display, skin dazzling as fading sunlight turned water droplets into diamonds, and TK’s sunglasses rested low on his nose as he smiled to the side where Carlos was. Was. As in not anymore. Only his arm, slung around his boyfriend’s shoulder, remained. Saved by being impossible to crop out. “Well?” Carlos asks again.

           TK sighs, “Oh, I must have sent that by mistake.”

           “You wanted to send me something else?”

           “No,” TK clarifies, “I sent that to you by mistake. It was supposed to go to Buck, see?” TK shows Carlos his message thread, with the picture he sent Carlos, timestamped, showing he forwarded it to Buck first, then Carlos.

           “…Buck.”

           “Yeah, Buck,” TK continues, leaving his texts and diving into his photo album. He selects a group shot of the 126, plus a few extra members. He zooms closer on one face, Buck’s, enough that Carlos can distinguish the two birthmark spots above his eyebrows. “I’m sure I told you about him.”

           “You did,” Carlos nods. He tears his gaze from Buck’s smile, fuming. “The firefighter who flirted with you.”

           “I mean, he also helped me save my dad,” TK says, “but, yeah… he also flirted with me.” TK lowers his phone, chuckling, “We’ve just been chatting back and forth – as friends do – when I realized… y’know, I told him I wasn’t interested, because I had this really awesome boyfriend who I love, but since that’s not the case anymore, we’re only friends apparetly, I figured I might as well shoot my shot. Find out if he’s still interested. Maybe once quarantine is done, I can take some time off and… see what Los Angeles has to offer.” The eyebrow wiggle was completely unnecessary. TK communicated exactly what of Los Angeles he intends to see, regardless of how his eyebrows moved.

           He’s better than this. Carlos knows what TK is doing. What the picture, and its delivery, was supposed to accomplish. What it’s succeeding at. He can win this, simply by ignoring TK’s teasing.

           Except.

           “You are not going to Los Angeles.” Carlos scowls, “Not without me. And especially not if Buck is gonna be there.”

           TK scoffs, “What are you, my boyfriend?”

           “…Yes!”

           “Says who?” he asks, “Your parents?”

           They’re outside. In public, surrounded by people who keep their distance. Unfortunately, their voices carry wide enough they draw a sizeable crowd. Carlos doesn’t notice until TK storms off and leaves him with the blanket, the abandoned food, and their audience.

           Carlos blushes, hiding behind his hands. He wishes he never fumbled back then, in the farmer’s market. He also, briefly, wishes he and Buck switched places. At least then TK would be treating him to risqué pictures. At least Carlos would be having a good time, if he were Buck. He’d be receiving sexy photos from a certified dreamboat instead of suffering because of his own mistakes.

                                       ---------------------------

           Buck stumbles over his words, stuttering, rushing out his explanation to a stone-faced Eddie. “Seriously,” he says, “I don’t – I don’t know why TK sent me that picture of him! It’s not like I asked! One second we’re talking about movies and the next thing I know – shirtless TK!”

           “Yeah, I know,” Eddie huffs, arms folded across his chest, “I saw.”

           He shouldn’t have. If Buck hadn’t left his phone on the table to help Bobby in the kitchen. If he didn’t hear his phone beep with an arriving message, almost vibrating off the table from it. If Eddie, along with Hen and Chim, weren’t climbing the stairs at the moment, and if he ignored Buck’s plea to hand him his phone. To punch in the code – which he knew, of course Eddie knew – since Buck was wrist deep in a turkey’s hole.

           Buck washed his hands immediately, drying them on his pants as he chased Eddie the few feet towards the couch.

           “So,” Eddie continues, “you and TK…”

           He and TK? “We’re friends,” he says, repeating himself after Eddie’s disbelieving stare. “Okay, I mean – he did turn me down once, when we were leaving Texas. But he said he had a boyfriend –“

           “He turned you down?” Eddie asks, “You flirted with him?”

           “No!” Buck shrugs, running his hand over his forehead, frowning at the sweat that pooled there. “Well, I didn’t think I was. But he did? And – and he left before I could say anything, but I didn’t think it mattered since he, y’know, had a boyfriend!” He stomps his foot, irritation bubbling from the pit of his stomach and out his mouth. “Besides! Why does it matter if he sends me pictures?” Nice pictures. Distracting pictures that made Buck question exactly why TK misunderstanding his friendliness was a problem. “Why are you so angry?”

           “Because… because…” Eddie looks past Buck, at the peanut gallery assembled by the kitchen. Hen and Chimney watching with interest while Bobby pretends cooking a turkey involves his whole focus. None of the seem keen to jump in and help. “Because… you…” Suddenly, Eddie stands. Buck recoils, stepping backwards. “You know what,” Eddie says, digging into his pocket, “I’m telling Marjan to unfollow you on Instagram.”

           “What?”

           “And!” he yells, phone free and on, “I’m telling her to block you!”

           “What? No – Eddie, no! Don’t!” Buck follows his friend, pleading, “C’mon, she hasn’t even liked any of my photos yet… Eddie… Eddie!”

           Eddie ignores him, furiously typing the end of Buck’s most famous connection online. In his haste, Buck forgets his phone on the counter. Eddie takes precedence over his phone.

           Later, Buck will return to it. He will respond to TK’s picture, sending a tidal wave of texts at the Texan firefighter ranging between the immense trouble that picture landed him in and how TK can repay him by convincing Marjan to follow him again.

           But that’s later. Now Buck slams his fist against the firetruck, yelling for Eddie to unlock the door.

           Eddie doesn’t.

#911 on fox #911 lone star #carlos reyes #tk strand #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #tarlos #buddie #tarlos fanfic #buddie fanfic

[anotherbeingsworld]

the promise of happiness

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Alessia Lyxienne)

Book: Open Heart

Rating: G , TW: mentions of surgery.

Prompts by @choicesjunechallenge2021 Day 1 – plot twist

Summary: Alessia's ex is in town, and its quite a reunion. <3

A/N: hiii, so I decided to participate in the challenge and well, write lots of Bryce before we have to say goodbye to him soon. So, this is kinda (hopefully) become a writing spree for me - like a Bryce appreciation-ish of my own. I have some plans already - and, I can't wait to share them! Also, a huge shoutout to @appiomofchoice for a lot of her help on this fic and the upcoming ones! Enjoy! (also, I will start to use a new mc name! however, she is who casey is but, with a new name instead hehe) // i dont own any characters except mc and brian lewis. (and, i apologize for grammar errors and any errors in this story)

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It was supposed to be a normal day, however, the gasped that escaped her signals that the day is going to be an adventure. As she stood beside Bryce, both of them were facing a familiar face who she knows all too well. Brian Lewis, the Brian Lewis. The knowing smirk on his face as his gaze falls onto her brings back all the memories during her time at med school before.

He was a senior, a few years older than her. As they started to get to know one another through a mentoring session with Dr. Lisbon in her anatomy class. They started to go out in a matter of months, as their study sessions become quite intimate in the past – before, breaking up as Brian left for an opportunity to continue his residency in London. They were on good terms, and seeing him again in front of her brought back old memories.

“Dr. Lyxienne, are we clear?” The sound of Harper’s voice pulled her out of a trance, as she was pulled back into reality.

“I’m sorry, would you repeat that once more?”

Harper nods, before introducing him to her – as Bryce raised an eyebrow at the man.

“This is Dr. Brian Lewis from John Hopkins – and, he will assist us in one of the diagnostics team cases.” Brian takes his hand out towards her as Bryce took it before Alessia could do anything.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Lewis, I’m Dr. Bryce Lahela and this is…”

“The Dr. Lyxienne of course! How have you been Alessia?” He said with a huge smile on his face, as Alessia froze, not knowing or mentally preparing herself where her boyfriend met his ex.

“I’m doing fine, thank you, Dr. Lewis.” The formality makes him take a step back as the atmosphere around them becomes awkward.

“Well, Dr. Lewis – we will see you at the diagnostics office soon. It’s nice to meet you.” Harper shook his arm again, with a smile before leaving the room.

The three of them stood awkwardly, before Alessia’s pagers started to beep – as she quickly runs away from the scene any further.

The two men stood quietly before Bryce left the room as well – leaving a sighing Brian in the office.

-

Bryce’s pager started to vibrate, as he was called into the diagnostics office as he finished with an appendectomy. With a satisfied smile on his face, he was met with a full office – consists of Dr. Emery, Dr. Ramsey, Alessia, Dr. Carrick, and Brian who are discussing their new case.

“Bryce, welcome. Dr. Lewis, this is one of our top surgeons in our department– Dr. Bryce Lahela.” Harper stated before Bryce taking a seat beside Alessia who looks nervous upon the encounter.

“It's good to see you again Dr. Lahela.” His voice was rough with a hint of softness in it.

Bryce nods before he was passed with a copy of the case itself.

“Based on the check-up we did, we found that the patient has suffered from spinal osteomyelitis. It is known as an infection of the vertebrae – it is a rare case, however still dangerous overall.” His presence is commanding as the others listen to it intently.

“How dangerous is it?” Alessia’s voice can be heard as all eyes fall on her.

Brian smiles, as he explains.

“Infections on the spine can be extremely dangerous along with the surgery on that are can be risky with the probability that may lead to a case of paralysis or even more infection.”

She nods intently, as the room went quiet once more.

“When will the surgery be performed? I’m guessing the sooner, the better right?” Tobias adds along with the conversation.

“I suspect we kept her in for a couple of days, to make some additional check-ups. But, if a timeline was needed – definitely as soon as we could.” He concludes before taking a seat.

After a while of discussion – the team was dispersed.

“Dr. Emery, I have to ask why was I picked by Dr. Lewis for the surgery?”

“Dr. Tanaka recommended your name and he wanted to take you in this round. I have to go now for a meeting, but – if you have any questions, Dr. Lewis can answer it for you about the surgery.” He nods as Harper was out of his sight.

-

Alessia sits on her own, as the dish in front of her remains uneaten due to the textbooks on the table. She was quite occupied with the text in front of her without realizing she had some company awaits her.

Her gaze falls onto the familiar gray eyes looking at her – with the familiar smile since before. Brian was sitting opposite her.

“Yes, Dr. Lewis, what do you need?”

“It’s me Alessia, can we talk – why are you avoiding me?” His voice somewhat remains strong, as Alessia tries to avoid the question.

“I…don’t know. It's weird seeing you again after all these years.” She begins her argument, as Brian nods in understanding.

“I can quite say the same, you look as beautiful as years ago.” He compliments her, as she smiles and lets out a chuckle.

“Thank you. I gotta say – you look as good as you did years ago. But, why Edenbrook, what are you doing here even?” Alessia shuts the textbook, as she looked him in the eyes.

“Dr. Emery was a colleague of mine before, and she requested me to come by for the surgery. I didn’t expect you’d be here.” His gaze falls down upon his hands.

She nods, not knowing how to reply as the silence follows for a moment.

“I know it's an unexpected encounter. It might be weird seeing your ex after all these years, but…I am glad that I got to see you again Alessia.” He says with a smile on his face, the genuine expression she knew all too well from years ago.

Before she could reply, she saw Bryce making his way to her. She smiles at him, as Brian follows her gaze meeting his eyes. He waved at him, before glancing his way back to her. The wide smile on her face still presents on her face, as Bryce took a seat beside them.

“Dr. Lewis, Alessia.” He greeted them both, as Brian's gaze fall onto them both. How comfortable they looked together before he excuses himself from the table.

“I’ll see you in surgery Dr. Lahela, and Alessia.” He smiles before leaving the cafeteria.

-

Bryce’s gaze follows his trail until he left the cafeteria.

“So, I think I have been out of the loop as your boyfriend – but, who is he?” His eyebrows were raised at Brian’s empty seat.

She lets out a small chuckle,

“He is…my -ex in med school actually.” She lets the truth set free, as Bryce looks at her in awe actually.

“Well, you certainly had upgraded.” He jokes as a wink followed before she elbows him playfully.

“Very funny Bryce.” She says before opening her textbook again.

She feels his eyes on him, as she glances his way. He somehow looked nervous suddenly.

“How do you feel when you see him again?”

She thought about it,

“It feels like nostalgic, yet – the story between us has ended years ago. You don’t have to worry alright.” She winks at him, as Bryce lets out a mock laugh – as a response.

“I’m not worried! Never, nope.”

“Whatever you say, Bryce.” She said before leaning in for a kiss, as they continue to spend the remaining time together studying about the upcoming surgery.

-

It was days later, as Bryce preps for the surgery alongside Brian. The OR was quiet, as they were the only ones there. A few seconds later, the surgical assistant arrives alongside the on-lookers consists of other surgeons.

He took a deep breath before they began the procedure, the gallery above them was filled with doctors – as Bryce could recognize a few to name. Dr. Emery and Dr. Tanaka are whispering subtlely, Dr. Ramsey alongside Dr. Carrick and even Dr. Banerji are there. As his gaze moved towards the left, he was shocked to see Alessia sitting by the end of the gallery – as she waves his way. He smiles, before resuming his role alongside Brian.

The clock was ticking slowly, as he observes Brian’s work and was impressed by his handiwork. They switched tasks in between the surgery – and he felt alive at that moment.

“Dr. Lahela, pass me the lancet.” Bryce nods as one of the nurses passes it his way.

Brian was focused on his work before he blurted a question in the middle of the surgery itself.

“So, you are the boyfriend I assume.” His voice is low as Bryce look at him with wide eyes.

He nods, as Brian continues on the surgery with such ease in his work.

“How long have you been together?”

“We just made it official, but…almost three years.” He says proudly behind his surgical mask.

There was a pause in between before he says.

“Years ago, I knew that smile on her face – along with the look in her eyes, she really does loves you. And, when Alessia loves someone - she will go over mountains for you.” He said suddenly – as it felt like a promise for him.

Bryce nods and smiles to himself, remembering the moments they had gone through together.

“I know.” I will, an unspoken promise was said between the quiet atmosphere of the OR. As, a smile was visible on Brian's face - somehow he got the message.

As the procedure goes on, a couple of hours had passed – they survived the procedure after a couple roadblocks along the way. The patient has the last resort on the surgery – Bryce took the lead to amputate the affected limb to stop the infection from spreading further. And, at that note – the surgery was over.

They cleaned up from their dirty scrubs as the night has grown late for them both.

“Dr. Lahela – you did an exceptional job today.”

He smiles, feeling the glowing pride in himself.

“Thank you for giving me the chance to join in the surgery, Dr. Lewis.” He replies as Brian nods before they both started to go on separate ways.

-

It’s the day after the surgery, as Alessia stumbles upon Brian who is hugging Dr. Emery – somewhat as a gesture of farewell. As they went their separate ways, his eyes met with hers – a smile on his face.

“Hey.” He begins to conversation.

“Hi, leaving already?”

“Yeah, unfortunately, I have an emergency meeting with the head of surgery at John Hopkins in a few hours.” He explains as she nods in understanding.

“Well, it's good to see you again which is… very weird to say.” She lets out a laugh as Brian lets out a chuckle.

“It's good to see you too. It's been years, and I’m glad to see you thriving here Alessia.” He smiles as they hugged.

“Thanks to your pop-quizzes on anatomy that's what keeping me here.” She winks at the joke, as they let go of the hug.

“Well, I’m glad I could play a part in the memoir of Dr. Alessia Lyxienne then.”

She nods, as he checks on the time.

“I have to leave before the traffic gets insane – but, say ‘hi’ to Bryce for me? And, if he ever hurts you – just know I’ll be ready to kick his ass for you.”

“No need, I think he’ll make me happy.” She said wistfully, as Brian smiles even wider.

“Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding then.” He winks before leaving the hospital grounds.

He stopped in his tracks, as he gazes back at where he was before. Bryce and Alessia were seen happily smiling together, he smiles – feeling happy for them both.

-

At that moment, Bryce’s eyes met with his as he waves to him. Brian waves back, as in a second – he was gone out of their sight.

“He said ‘hi’ by the way.”

Bryce nods, as he remembers the words during the surgery – it felt like a promise for him to make her happy. He smiles, as he will keep that promise and make Alessia the happiest woman in the world with him.

THE END.

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[polyboros]

bug fables roleswap au!

hi thank you @cyanopicacyanus​ most beloved i would LOVE to! fair warning to anyone reading the text under the cut that this au explanation will have spoilers for the entirety of bug fables! so if you’re someone who wants to go in entirely blind and hasn’t watched/played bug fables yet- don’t click!

similarly, this covers similar things to the original bug fables stories, including the themes and plots of the requests. so watch out if any of those bug you! (Bug You haha)

the central focus of the au is the swap between the three main characters: leif takes vi’s place, vi takes kabbu’s place, and kabbu takes leif’s place. however, it gets a little more funky from there, in the nature of telling a fun and fresh story AND preserving major & important parts of their original personalities and backstories!

this explanation will go over the characters, and then specific moments & such that i think would change as well! ft. vi & leif getting to do crime, as they deserve

VI AS KABBU

vi, her sister jaune, and a currently unnamed friend of theirs are from a hive outside of bugaria, beyond the wild swamplands. they all decide to go to bugaria to explore - vi for money and exploration, jaune to see the art there. on the way there, in the same fashion as kabbu’s master and bit, vi and jaune’s friend dies to the beast to protect them while they run away.

vi and jaune, fueled by grief and anger at the loss, have a VERY LARGE blowout fight that ends in jaune leaving the swamplands for their home hive, and vi continuing on to go to bugaria! wooooo

what you get here is. vi largely keeps her desire to prove herself and get rewards from exploring, but there’s an added layer of: “if i can just prove myself as an explorer, i can kill the beast, and show jaune that she was wrong and trying to go to bugaria was worth it all along.” (even if vi doesn’t fully believe herself that the loss was worth it! character nuance my beloved)

KABBU AS LEIF

HERE’S WHERE THINGS START TO GET FUNKY! stick with me here folks, because ghosts are going to be real and in your home (and in bugaria.)

it all starts with a change with what the roaches in snakemouth labs are researching - instead of trying to achieve immortality with cordyceps (which is relegated to another lab, which is a special tool that’ll help us later), the roaches in snakemouth were attempting to achieve immortality by finding a way to bind spirits to exist after death, subsequently to re-enter their bodies. snakemouth was chosen for this for the high concentration of magic that allowed this to be possible - magic that permeated beyond just where the labs were. however, no corpse fit the conditions for spirits to re-enter them, leaving tens of spirits lonely and wandering. eventually, they all ganged up on the roaches who left them this way and killed them!

enter: kabbu, his master, and bit, who entered snakemouth den during the reign of elizant the first to find the artifact! the same beat as leif and his exploration team in canon. they get ambushed by a spider while investigating, and kabbu wakes up decades later when leif & vi rescue him!

what happened in snakemouth den was this: all three of the exploration team that entered perished, including kabbu. due to the experiments going on in snakemouth, and the roaches’ adjustment to the area and its energy, all three of their spirits sustained after death, and All Three Of Them Went Into Kabbu’s Body! kabbu is fully unaware of this until his request is done, in which the final battle of snakemouth labs is not a zommoth, but an amalgamation of lost ghosts that kabbu (and master and bit) refuse to acknowledge any similarity too.

instead of using the royal we and slipping into “i” during his request, kabbu uses “i” most of the time, and slips into using “we” when he sees the amalgamation and realizes the truth about what happened to him and his old family. i have given the kabbu ghosts both metaphorical AND literal this time!

tl;dr: the theme of snakemouth labs is ghosts instead of zombies, and kabbu is very, very haunted.

LEIF AS VI

remember when i said that the cordyceps being in another lab would be my special tool that would help us later? yeah! so. the most important part of this is that both leif & muse are still alive! it hasn’t been decades, for him - he’s been around during elizant ii’s reign.

leif and muse were an explorer (muse) and scientist (leif) duo exploration team that was sent by elizant ii to study the lost sands and find clues on the roaches and the everlasting sapling. they were pretty good at it! and one day, near the sand castle gate, leif finds a cordyceps colony that acts a little weird, has some sort of magical ability. so he takes it back to his lab for isolated study!

while he’s studying it, bandits from the lost sands attack while muse is gone, hoping to find research, etc. to hand over to the wasps. the cordyceps’ tube keeping it temperate and lively is shattered, leif is heavily injured, and it isn’t looking good for him or the cordyceps. so they reach out to each other, and fuse into each other, and the cordyceps “patches up” leif. both of them are still kicking around in there! it’s a very confusing case of identity for a while, but in a similar case to canon, the cordyceps Wants to care about muse and the people leif cares about. this time they’re just aware of what they are!

HOWEVER. muse comes back! and leif fills muse in on the situation, but neither him nor the cordyceps are particularly interested in studying himself or the effects it could have on his body, or any form of self-preservation related to it - they’re mostly just content to take their blessings as it is. This Does Not Sit Well With Muse! they argue about it for a while, it causes a rough patch, and they both agree that it would be better if they took a while to think about it by themselves. for context, this happens about six or seven months before the bug fables canon Starts.

leif is also SUPER banned from the explorer’s association & science groups for unethical science practices, particularly when the queen herself condemns his actions (mostly after he refuses to share the information he gained about what this could mean for the everlasting sapling. the cordyceps’ dislike of the roaches and what they did to it sustains post-fusion!)

leif’s request, then, centers around him coming to terms with the idea that he can be both kind to himself as he is (him and the cordyceps, him-and-the-cordyceps) AND make sure that this fusion is healthy for him AND continue his work in some form. it’s all about accepting that although his response was reasonable for when he had it and his experiences, muse was also very right about the fact that he needed to take care of himself after that! and it’s also about reconciling with muse herself. they do NOT get divorced i promise they’re happily married and have a kid

OTHER FUN THINGS TO THINK ABOUT

this is longer than i thought it would be! but hey, here’s my favorite part - getting into some of the major/minor plot changes that result from the changes in the roleswap!

all of the characters keep their attack types! for the reasons explained (gestures above) in their plot. however, kabbu gets a ghost-related TP skill after his request is completed!

leif & vi don’t have a legal explorer’s permit until AFTER snakemouth den. vi isn’t allowed to get one by herself, and when leif offers to be her partner, he’s reminded that he is SUPER BANNED from doing that! so they both sneak into snakemouth den illegally to find the artifact and prove that they can be an exploration team, and along the way find kabbu. inside your local fucked up cave you will find a free moral compass and friend

also: both kabbu and leif have a SUPER weird reaction to areas with heavy magic/the artifacts/roach technology! in this thread, they also have a super fun reaction to seeing each other for the first time, while vi is Literally Just Sitting There. sorry vi you’re on a team with not one but TWO fucked up guys (affectionate) on it

vi’s request is similar to kabbu’s with setting up the gravesite in the swamplands, but team snakemouth also helps her write a letter to jaune! i think in a post-canon world jaune eventually comes to bugaria to see vi and they (after a very long talk and bribery via vi getting jaune into this hive’s art gallery) reconcile too.

muse is HERE and i like her SO MUCH. this isn’t much of a plot thing but she’s alive in this au and everybody gets to see how like. Much she definitely made the first move, etc. i think her and elizant ii are friends they have tea on saturdays

if you made it this far - thanks for reading!! this is an au i love dearly and have put a LOT of thought into and i hope to write some fic for it sometime!!

#kbitycus art #bug fables roleswap #<- this'll be my tag for it lmao #whew this was a lot #bug fables

[mangolover]

Creature of The Dark part 3 (Theodorus van Gogh x reader)

Find part one here

Find part two here

Title: Creature of The Dark (part 3)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire / Ikevamp / Ikevam

Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x gn! reader, Vincent van Gogh x gn! reader (platonic)

Genre: Angst, comfort

Warnings: nightmares, not eating properly, mentions of losing job, mentions of being homeless, argument, dark thoughts, mentions of a unhealthy relationship (lack of comunication), depression(?), swearing, shouting, breaking glass, breaking porcelain, humilation, betrayal, snow, mentions of time

Spoilers: Theo’s route

Word Count: 2600+ (six pages...)

Description: He broke yet another promise and you cut ties with the whole mansion, trying to live on your own in city. Losing your job and getting kicked out, you didn’t know where else to go but to the art gallery.

Part 2: Going to the gallery was a bad idea and you become aware of that after the same mistakes got repeated and sparked an argument. Now you are sitting on a bench in the park, feeling hopeless until a faimilliar figure comes to your aid.

Part 3: You secretly came back to the mansion with the help of the Vincent, and as much as he helped you, it all came crashing down when you were discovered by Theodorus. Now all that’s left is to finally find the shadow in the darkness.

This has some first person perspective, but it’s mostly 2nd perspective.

Dark thoughts are going to be present throughout whole series, so proceed with caution.

Only nightmares are explored a bit deeper, everything else is pretty much just mentioned, but if anything is triggering to you, please skip this one.

Also, when somthing is writen like this ('example'), it's from the suitor's point of view or their thoughts, not reader's.

I am making this in multiple parts, temptation won this time.

Enjoy!

Pointing to the place on bench next to you, he asks “may I sit here?“ And you just nod while scooping away, wanting to give him as much space as possible. “Thank you, Y/n!”

Vincent was always a reliable friend and a sense of comfort would wash over you whenever you saw his angelic smile. He and Theo were like hell and heaven, polar opposites. However, you were glad to have someone like Vincent to call your friend. ‘Or is he your friend anymore?’

“How have you been?” you looked up at Vincent who was staring I front of him, his hands placed on his lap and you mirrored his actions, straightening your posture and averting your gaze before answering.

“I’ve been good. I found a job and a place to stay. But I think it’s time to go back to my own time” you tried to sound as casual as possible, hoping you hid your emotions well, just like Theo always did.

“And how are you doing now?” but Vincent could see through a mask even as good as Theo’s.

“I…” you considered your next words, “I could be doing better. Some obstacles came along the way, but don’t worry! It’ll be better soon!” you turned towards him and gave him a strained smile, not knowing who you are trying to fool exactly. You were lying to both of you, but that was for the best.

Vincent turned to look at you with a worried expression. He was suspicious because you stayed there last night and now you didn’t even go ‘home’. “How about we go pick something to eat? For old time’s sake.”

You were about to refuse before Vincent gave you a dazzling smile and extended his hand out to you, “I’m not taking no for an answer, Y/n.” That was the end of the story as you took his hand and Vincent took you to get something to eat in a nearby café that was surprisingly still open.

Once you were seated and ordered your food and drink of choice, after Vincent insisted it was his treat, you fell into a somewhat comfortable silence. There was still tension in the air, no doubt, but it was better than when you were with Theo.

“I’m sorry for leaving without a proper explanation to all of you except Comte” you broke the silence with a voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s alright” to your surprise Vincent didn’t sound mad, his voice and face were full of understanding. “We were worried when even Comte couldn’t find you but considering how Theo was acting when you left and today’s situation, I understand.”

You let a smile grace your features, “thank you Vincent.”

“But please, don’t disappear on us again. The mansion is not the same without you” he looked sincerely sad. “Do you have a place to stay the night?” his voice was low and warm.

“O-of course! I told you I found a place to stay” you are sure your stutter sold you out.

Vincent didn’t even need to say anything, he just gave you a stern look and you lowered the gaze, embarrassment painting your face. “I don’t…”

“You can always come back to the mansion; I’m sure Comte would understand.”

“That is not an option. I left and cut contact with everyone” you let out a sigh. “Why do you even want to have anything with me?” Vincent looked at you in surprise. (‘Just how much have you suffered this 4 months Y/n?’)

“Because you are my friend. And we all care about you.” His reasoning was simple, but you couldn’t understand it. ‘Just why?’

“I don’t think going back to the mansion is a good idea” Vincent was ready to hear you out, always a shoulder to lean on. “Arthur will be there and he might be upset with me because Theo is his best friend. And I left Sebastian when he needed me the most. Isaac just started opening up to me and then I left. And Mozart will be annoyed by all the commotion.” You dreaded to tell who you feared to see the most, “and Theo will be there and I doubt it’s a good idea for us to see each other again.”

Vincent went quiet for a moment before speaking again, seemingly trying to work out the best solution. “The door doesn’t open for at least two more weeks. And I can’t let you sleep outside, so how about for at least tonight stay in the mansion?”

You felt uneasiness even if you knew Vincent just wanted the best for you. “I could sneak you in and you can stay in my room so others won’t notice you.”

Even if he knew that explaining why he was sneaking someone into his room last night was going to be tough and that he’s going to have to lie, he was ready to do anything for you.

“Do you promise I am not bothering?” you wanted to make sure he is one hundred precent sure about what he’s offering. Vincent nodded firmly just as your food came to your table and you both dug in, for once in so long you didn’t feel so alone.

Once you were both done eating and Vincent settled the bill, you made your way outside. Snow started falling outside and both you and Vincent enjoyed the view of the first now of a year for a bit. The snowflakes danced around the sky and landed everywhere, one of them landed on the tip of your nose which made Vincent laugh.

To him you looked like an ethereal angel in that moment. He understood why Theo had fallen for you, but to him you will never be more than a friend or a sister that he so desperately wants to protect from this cruel world, no matter the price.

Eventually, you fetched a carriage and started to make your way deep into the woods where Comte’s residence stood tall and hidden from the eyes of common folk. The long ride continued into the night, to which you were grateful as it gave you a bit more of a cover. Now all you needed was to be sneaky and you could go unspotted. Vincent draped his coat over your shoulders to conceal you even more. Wrapping his hand around your wrist, he guided you into the mansion and into his room, checking that the path was always clear of any other residents.

Everything was going smoothly until he opened the door of his room and saw Arthur down the hall, quickly he pushed you into the room and shut the door behind you signaling you to keep quiet and all you two could hear was a whistle and a quiet chuckle as Arthur’s footsteps faded away.

“That was close” Vincent let out a breath he had been holding before smiling at you.

“I’m sorry Vincent,” you were feeling embarrassed and guilty, “knowing Arthur, everyone will know you sneaked someone in the next morning and Theo will not let you off the hook so easily.”

Vincent gazed at you for a bit before bopping the tip of your nose and letting out a giggle. “I told you it was alright, now go get settled for the sofa. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You can’t be serious Vincent. I was ready to sleep outside on a bench, even the floor is perfectly fine for me.”

In the end, you two agreed that he can sleep on the floor, but he gets the blanket and the pillow from the sofa. He turned out the lights and you stared through the big window in his room. The moon cast its light and illuminated everything. ‘Maybe this was why Vincent became a painter? So he could etch the images like this onto the canvas, marking them for all eternity.’ Sleep won’t be coming to you anytime soon, but you just hoped nightmares won’t chase you once again.

However, your hope was all in vain.

Nightmares of losing Theo to L’Académie. Him yelling at you while you are shaking in the corner, his fangs out making him look like a monster. Each time you opened your eyes from one nightmare, another one came as soon as you closed them again. The last one was everyone you knew, even your own self laughing at you as you were freezing, telling you it’s your fault for burning bridges and trying to act like you’ve got it all together. You woke up with tears in your eyes and you gasped as you woke up, you started hyperventilating and it must’ve woken up Vincent because he was crouching next to you in a flash, one hand holding yours and other on your back, rubbing in soothing motion.

“That’s right, just deep breaths Y/n, it was just a nightmare” he probably had experience when Theo had nightmares when they were kids. “I’m here okay, just relax.” Your breathing got regular in a few minutes before you flung your arms around Vincent and sobbed in his shoulder. He only pulled you closer in his embrace and let you cry it out. You were under a lot of stress and it was normal for you to break at one point. At least he was there to be your rock.

“Do you want me to go get you something?” he asked you in a soft voice once you got a hold of yourself.

“No, thank you, I don’t need anything.” You smiled at his kindness. “Thank you for helping me calm down.”

“Always Y/n, that’s what friends are for” the warmest smile was on his lips.

“Could…” you were embarrassed to ask him, but maybe that would help you finally get some peaceful sleep. “could you sleep with me on the sofa? You don’t need to if you’re uncomfortable, you’ve already done so much-“

“Scoot over” he picked up the blanket and the pillow. Covering you with the blanket, he wrapped his arm around you and leaned into your back. “Sweet dreams, Y/n.”

“Thank you, Vincent, sleep well!”

This time you had a dreamless sleep, but you were grateful Vincent made sure you were comfortable, even if it’s only for one night. Now the pressing question was, what to do in the morning? It will be harder to leave and what if Arthur recognized you? He was extremely smart individual. You let out a sigh as you woke up when the sun has already started climbing the sky. ‘Damn it! I missed my chance to slip unnoticed!’ But what to do now? You hoped Vincent had any idea, but he wasn’t here?

If anyone walks in, you are doomed. Even worse if they see you laying on his sofa. You were Theo’s old lover, not his brother’s. As you stood in the middle of the room panicking, regretting every choice that got you to this point, the door started opening and you froze on the spot. ‘Come on God, kill me now so I don’t have to suffer any longer.’ However, to your surprise it was just Vincent, bringing you breakfast.

“You startled me” you let yourself relax a bit when Vincent closed the door behind him.

“Arthur asked about ‘the mysterious person that went into my room last night’.” Oh no… “I asked him not to tell anyone and that nothing happened.” Knowing Arthur, Theo already knows and is just trying to process everything.

“I-“

“Don’t even think about apologizing. It’s okay” it’s like he read your mind. “I also asked Comte about the door and about you.” He handed you the breakfast and you gladly accepted it.

“He told me that if any of us has seen you, we can bring you back to the mansion if you ever need anything. Our home is always going to be your home too.” You carefully mulled over Comte’s alleged words in your mind. Still, there were 9 more vampires who probably didn’t want anything to do with you. “I haven’t seen Theo, though.”

Once again you felt like you hit a dead end. Only this time, there was a wall behind you and you had nowhere to go. Whatever you choose, it’s not going to end well. But you know you are going to have to confront either the residents or Theo once he barges into Vincent’s room.

Maybe it’s better if you go and thank Comte before leaving, new day’s a new chance after all, right?

“Could we go see Comte?” you were ready for rejection, but to your surprise Vincent beamed with happiness. (‘That’s it Y/n, baby steps.’) “I want to thank him for everything and apologize for coming unannounced.”

“Sure, but first finish your breakfast” he sat down on the sofa, looking relaxed as ever. “You need to regain your strength.”

You wanted to answer, but your mouth was full and you didn’t want to accidentally spit some food onto the angelic painter that got you this far. Vincent laughed as you struggled to swallow and reply.

“You are going to choke if you don’t eat it properly!” Vincent scolded you.

“Sor-“ however you were cut off by door slamming open and Theo and Arthur barging in.

You jumped out of surprise, the plate in your hands fell out of your hands, porcelain shattering into million pieces, just like your heart. The color was drained out of your face as if you saw a ghost. A lump came to your throat and restricted your breathing, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest, a cold sweat coated your body.

Vincent jumped as well, a deeply rooted panic only getting worse when he realized just who has come unannounced. His younger boer and his author friend. The same shock could be seen on Theo’s face, eyes darting between you and Vincent. What is he thinking? ‘Does he think me and Vincent slept together? Or worse, does he feel betrayed? And what about Arthur? Vincent can hold Theo off, but I have no chance against the two of them.’

Even if the old clock kept on tickling, the precious time getting lost like sand in wind, it seemed as if everything stopped. No one moved a muscle anymore. Breathing stopped. Even Arthur was speechless, his emotions finally out in the open, he seemed confused, almost hurt. ‘But that’s just your mind playing tricks on you, right Y/n?’

Theo finally broke the trance and Vincent instinctively took a step back towards you, trying to shield you from their eyes.

“What?” is all Theo muttered, however. It seemed like he wasn’t even mad, just utterly confused, betrayed. “What’s the meaning of this? Boer what is Y/n doing in your room?!” He raised his voice and you flinched. But neither you nor Vincent found the voice to explain just what’s happening. Letting out a sigh and casting his glance down, Theo walked away, his pace fast, his strides long and his nails cutting into his palms. The commotion brought Leonardo and Sebastian to Vincent’s room and you felt like you might pass out. Your worst nightmares came to life and now Vincent needs to pay the price as well.

One casted glance from Vincent over his shoulder was however all you needed to find the strength and courage to run past the stunned vampires and the butler, following into the direction Theo went.

You don’t have a plan; you almost never did. However, all you know is that Theo needs to understand and that silence won’t bring you two anywhere. You followed him out of the mansion and into the woods.

There are shadows in the dark, you finally remember that and you are ready to show that to your lover as well, it’s now or never.

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[romaxnogersav]

Losing the bet

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson & Reader (platonic/flirt)

Warnings: fluff, bickering, drinking

Word count: 2789

Summary: Bucky and Sam are restless in being the winner of their bet. It’s too bad that Steve was the winner all along.

Request by anon: Can I request a fic were Bucky and Sam flirt with the reader and have a bet on who can kiss the reader first. But the reader is secretly dating Steve. Fluffy and comedy.

A/N: I finished this today, in one sitting and I’m really proud of myself. I haven’t written anything in a few weeks, and it’s so good to fall back into place. Thank you to the anon that sent this in! I adore the idea; it just took a little while to finish. I hope you like it, love!

Enjoy 💫

You were in the gym at the Compound. Your hands were wrapped in boxing tape. A sheen of sweat covered your whole body. Your hair was tousled from the intense work out you had, which apparently wasn't enough because Bucky had wanted to go a couple of rounds in the sparring ring.

You were up against the super-soldier.

You pulled your hand back, closed it in a fist, and swung it forward. It never did connect with its' target, because Bucky used his metal arm to block the incoming assault. You tried with your other hand, but he blocked that one as well. He was proving to be a difficult opponent, driven, sure of his ability, but so were you.

You went back and forth for another minute or two. He threw a pinch, measuring his strength so he didn't use it all on you, and you blocked it. You threw a pinch, and he did the same.

You were just about ready for the sparring match to end. Your muscles were sore, your throat, dry. You were sweaty, and you felt disgusting. You just wanted to take a shower, a bath even.

When Bucky tried to twist your arm out, you lifted your knee and aimed for his hip. You were successful in your plan. Your knee hit him in the hip, providing you with a second or two to plan your next move. You swung your arm back one last time, distracting him long enough to kick his legs from under him. He fell on his back on the mat, the loud thud bounced off the walls.

You leaned forward, your palms going to your knees, taking deep breaths. Bucky wasn't much better, on his back in the ring, panting. Even though he was a super-soldier, you were able to tire him out after some time.

"Damn, woman." He started, before he stopped to take another deep breath, "That's what? The third time you've beaten my ass in the last two weeks?" he breathed, wiping at the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. You lifted your head and send him a smirk, your brow quirked up.

"Maybe you are just out of shape," You suggested, pulling yourself to your full height again. You outstretched your hand, waiting for Bucky to take it. When he did, you helped him pull himself up. The moment he did though, his body was flush against yours, his elaborated breath beating down on your cheek.

You tilted your head up a little, looking at him. His lips twitched before they formed into a grin. His eye shone with mischief.

"And maybe I just like seeing you win, doll. Like seeing you put me in my place." He whispered out, and the flirtatious tone was not lost to you. He tended to be like that sometimes, it was Bucky Barnes after all.

Ever since you've known him, he'd always been flirty with you. You never dwelled on it, he had been like that back in the day, too. Steve on his part had been pretty elaborative when he told you all about the 30s and 40s version of James Buchanan Barnes.

He had been a known charmer, a bit of a lady's man, but not as much as Tony once was. He'd been able to attract a number of women in his early days. Steve had told you all about it. How easily most "dames" fell for him, and you were kind of able to see why. Even decades later, Bucky was still a smooth talker. He was witty, yet careful, and teasing too. Those were some of his best characteristics.

You decided to play along, indulge him. It never hurt having some teasing conversations with him. It also helped keep up with the lie of being single. You were in a happy, prospering, secret relationship with a heartfelt, and gorgeous human being. A certain blond, who also happened to be his best friend since childhood. But, no one knew that, and you wanted it that way for the time being.

"And I like putting you in your place, Barnes, I really do. But you stink right now," You laughed, and moved around him, getting off of the ring. You reached for your water bottle and took a large sip. Bucky chuckled from his place in the ring before he moved out of it as well.

"Admit it, you secretly like it."

"Flirting with me will get you nowhere, sugar." You winked over your shoulder and walked towards the exit. You heard him snort before you exited the space.

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You smoothed out your dress, ran your hands through your hair, and put your earpiece in. You picked up your clutch and gave yourself one final glance in the mirror before you took a deep breath and let the mask fall into place. You walked towards the bedroom door, opened it, and stepped into the living room of the hotel suite. There, bottoming his tuxedo was Sam. He wore a dashing black, three-piece suit, no doubt hand-picked by Natasha.

You were in a five-stars hotel in Prague, undercover. There was an art exhibition going, a cover for a human trafficking cartel. You had to get intel on how they were operating, in order to take them down. You and Sam were going to play a couple, Steve and Natasha were your back up, posing as husband and wife, and Bucky was the extra precaution, located on a rooftop across the street.

Sam grinned at you, gusting towards your outfit. "Wow, you look…." He trailed off and you smiled, looking down at yourself.

"Good?"

"No, not good. Magnificent. Good doesn't even begin to cover it," he said, giving you his arm, which you gratefully took, and the two of you exited the hotel suite.

"Thanks, Sam."

"I should be thanking you. Man, how much money I'd pay for this to be a real thing, and not a mission," he said with a shake of his head, and you just laughed in amusement. Much like Bucky, Sam was quite the flirty guy, but he was a tad subtle. He always made you laugh; he was always cautious when he flirted.

He complimented a lot and wasn't as straightforward as James. Even when he flirted, it was hard to call it a flirt since he was always so nice and careful, it surprised you. The guy had game, and you had to give him that. You'd known it since the first time you met him, as subtle as he was back then, he wasn't that smooth.

"Alright Casanova, we get it," Natasha's voice bloomed from your earpieces and you just looked at each other and continued down to the lobby, and then to the car waiting to drive you to the exhibition.

Twenty minutes later, you and Sam were walking into the gallery, hand in hand, mindful of your surroundings. Upon entering, a head or two turned your way. You spotted Steve and Natasha across the room, and Steve flushed you a gentle smile. You were a bit on edge, but seeing him smile like that, and knowing he'd be there, not that much far from you, made you relax. He always has a calming effect on you, even in situations such as this one.

"It's good to be in the company of a gorgeous woman," He turned towards you with a smirk and winked at you, which made you giggle a bit. He was getting cocky, probably doing it to piss off Bucky, they were always bantering about something.

"Don't flatter yourself birdy. It was supposed to be me," Bucky's voice pierced your ears, just a tad annoyed. You wanted to laugh, but you suppressed it.

"You are just mad because I have a lovely lady on my arm, and you are holding onto a binocular," Sam sassed, which did make you laughed this time not being able to hold it in.

"Keep on dreamin' Wilson"

"I would, but this ain't a dream tin-can man," You heard Nat chuckle in your earpiece, and when you looked at her and Steve, the blond was shaking his head with a smile.

"Get your heads back in the game, we have work to do," he scolded you all. You took the glass of champagne Sam was offering you and brought it to your lips.

"Copy that," you muttered, and took a sip of the beverage.

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The flirting continued for a while. A cheeky remark here, a compliment there. You tried to not pay that much attention to it. They were like that sometimes and it wasn’t worth dwelling on it.

Steve though, he started noticing it too.

At first, much like you, he tried not to think about it that much, surely they were just messing around. They were two of his closest friends, and even though they had no idea that you and Steve were dating, he knew they were respectful enough not to get into your business if you didn't want them too.

You, more often than not, just to mess with them, flirted back, but just a little, and pretty casually. You didn't want to give them the wrong idea, but you also didn't want to seem like you were cutting them off, or not paying attention at all. They were your friends after all.

It wasn't until one night, that something in Steve seemed to snap.

The team had decided to go out and have some good time at a bar. It was just after another mission, one you barely made it out of. It called for a celebration.

Both Bucky and Sam had flirted with you, more than they had in the past. A drink here, a dance there, a couple of compliments thrown for good measures. How good you looked, how well you danced, how much you could drink. How good you had been on the last mission, stuff like that.

It was well into the night, and Steve was sitting in their usual booth, with both Sam and Bucky. Each of them was nursing a drink, while you, Natasha, and Wanda were dancing.

It was evident that both flirty guys had had too much to drink because they were rambling stupid things every other minute. Even though Bucky was a super-soldier, a bit of Thor Asgardian mead tucked into Steve's jacket to relax them both, had proven to be able to loosen his lips.

"Man, I'm so close. I'm telling ya, you'll lose the bet," Bucky slurred, taking another sip of his whiskey.

"Don't be so sure of yourself Barnes. Did you see the way she was looking at me earlier? Prepare to lead the training sessions for the next week in a Hello Kitty boxer briefs," Sam giggled, just like a schoolgirl, and Steve had to shake his head in order not to laugh.

"What bet?" Rhodey, who had just sat down mare minutes ago, asked.

"Who can kiss Y/N first," Bucky said, craning his neck to look at you on the dance floor. You were positioned between both Natasha and Wanda, swaying your hips left and right, with hands above your head.

Upon hearing that, Steve's breath hitched. His closest, no scratch that, his best friends had a bet going on, on which one of them can kiss his girl first? It was ridiculous. His heart beat faster, his hands got a little sweaty.

The sudden urge to smack them both, punch them even, was almost unbearable. Yes, he was jealous, and what about it? He had every right to be, he had every right to feel that way. They were talking about his girl, placing a bet on his girl.

But then it hit him.

You were his girl, and he was the only one who could kiss you, taste you, and be enveloped by your smell. The aroma of vanilla and rose, and the little bits that were just you and your natural scent.

He was the only one who could hold you at night and kiss every inch of your body. He was the only one that knew about that one place on your neck, just behind your ear that made you sing. He was the only one that knew how to touch you. He was the only one that knew not only your body, but your soul too. You were his girl after all.

He didn't want to hide it anymore. He didn't want to sneak around anymore, not being able to be close to you, without it being too close. He didn't want to sneak glances and little smiles all day and be able to have you close only in the dead of night, when everyone else was asleep.

He didn't want to watch from afar while other men, even his best friends, flirted with you.

If able, if you let him, he'd go shout from the top of The Avengers Tower, that you were his and he was yours.

He was tired of hiding, tired of concealing his love for you in front of the others. He wanted to be able to touch and kiss you, even when you were in the company of the team, and he didn't want to wait any longer to do so.

He drowned his drink and set the glass down. "Sorry fellas, but that ain't gonna happen. I have already won," he said and raised from his seat. Both men sat straighter, brows furrowed. Rhodey in turn chuckled, shaking his head as if he knew what was about to happen.

Steve walked towards the dancefloor, moving around bodies, trying to make his way over to you. You were gracefully dancing with the other girls, a charming cute smile on your face.

You didn't even see him walk towards you until he was towering over you, with those azure eyes full of determination. You stopped moving, and it was as if time was moving on autopilot.

His hands took a hold of your face, and then he was leaning down until his lips smashed against yours. The kiss was hot, urgent. It lacked the gracefulness Steve usually put into his movements, yet it still had that fire you were oh so familiar with. His lips moved against yours with resolve, as if he had something to prove. Regardless, he still poured all he had into the kiss.

He nudged your bottom lip with his tongue, and you opened your mouth just enough to let him in. His tongue caressed yours, danced in sync, his movements a little gentler than they had been at first. One of his hands moved to your waist, pulling your body flush against his, keeping you close. The other stayed on your face, going a bit lower to tilt your head. Yours sneaked around his narrow waist, holding and not wanting to let go.

You didn't know how much time passed, seconds or minutes, it didn't really matter. Nothing around you was important, expect the person in your arms.

When you separated, he leaned his forehead against yours, both your breathings elaborated from the heated kiss you just shared.

"What was that about?" you asked quietly, and even with the music blasting in the background, Steve's super-hearing was able to pick on your question.

He held you just a little tighter at that, lowering his head to peck your lips again.

"Now they know you are mine," he murmured just loud enough for you to pick up on it. You laughed at that, full-on laughed. He was jealous, and even if he tried to deny it, you wouldn't believe him.

"Yeah, now they know," you mirrored, and he wrapped a hand around your waist before he pulled you toward your booth. Nat and Wanda had made their way over after you and Steve had started kissing, and both grinned at you.

Your flirty buddies had their eyes wide, a questioning look coloring their faces. You just laughed at them, what else was there to do really? The picture was pretty much clear by now.

Steve sat down, then pulled you into his lap. You winded your hands around his neck and laid your head on his shoulder.

"I guess both of you are going to be training the recruits in Hello Kitty underwear for the next week, after all." Steve sassed, not even sorry for those dumbasses.

"Oh come on," both of them cried at the same time, and everyone at the table burst out laughing.

Your relationship was no longer a secret, and honestly? You didn't mind it one bit. Now you'd be able to show your affection with much more than just a glance or a smile.

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