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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years

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Can you do a Yandere Elijah Mikaelson, written out please not Headcanons, where she's Elena's little sister and Elijah can't seem to stay away? He gives her gifts and shows up all the time? Please and thank you. I can understand if you can't though.

I sure can! Elijah certainly deserves some love :) so sorry this is late! Hope you like it!

Relationship: Elijah Mikaelson x Female! Gilbert!Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Warnings: YANDERE, stalking, obsession, giving gifts, kinda creepy

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Loving Gifts

Coming home to an angry sister and caretaker isn’t really something to look forward to. If anything, I had no idea what was going on until Elena mentioned something very familiar.

“I thought I told you to stay away from him.” She starts.

I give her an odd look as I put my purse down on the table. My eyes then glance up at Alaric, who is leaning against the kitchen counter behind Elena with folded arms. He had a stern look on his face.

“Stay away from who?” I ask, genuinely confused about what my sister was talking about.

She glanced back at Alaric before looking back at me. She was definitely upset about something. “You know who.”

I scoff. “Actually, I don’t. You tell me to stay away from all vampires and whoever is supernatural.”

Elena sighs. “Elijah Mikaelson. I told you to stay away from him.”

“And I do.” I counter. But my thoughts soon came to when I ran into him just yesterday. “Well, try to, anyway.” She gave me one of her disbelief expressions. “I swear! Yesterday when I was in town, he suddenly popped up out of nowhere! I tried to get away and head home, like really tried, but he wouldn’t budge.”

Elena practically rolled her eyes but turned to grab a bag from the counter that was behind her. She then handed it to me. “Well, he was asking for you. And wanted to give this to you.”

I raised my eyebrow as I took the bag, slightly glancing into it. There was too much tissue paper to see what was inside, so I decided to wait till I got to my room.

“I didn’t look in it.” She suddenly put her hands up in surrender.

“Uh-huh.” I smile, heading up to my room.

Once the door was closed, I set the bag onto my bed and got ready to open it. Tissue paper went flying all over my bed covers to reveal what was inside the bag. I let out a small gasp when I take out a little teddy bear. Although I was getting too old for stuffed animals, I happened to see this through a store window just yesterday but refrained from buying it. It was adorable, and it looked just like the one I had when I was younger but that one got lost.

How did he know I wanted it…? I suppose it was shortly before I ran into him.

A gust of wind suddenly makes me shiver and interrupts my dawdling of the toy. The bear was held tightly in my hand when I folded my arms to cover them from the cold. Turning, I find the window to be open.

“Do you like it?”

I gasp loudly at the sudden voice. Behind me stood Elijah in a perfectly well fit suit and held a smile. “Oh my God, Elijah!” I half yell. “You scared me.”

He chuckles. “I do apologize for my unexpected visit. But I couldn’t resist seeing your reaction.”

My body felt very uncomfortable from his presence, but I ignored it. He was a powerful being, after all. And being a normal human has its perks of not being able to do anything about it.

“O-oh…um, yeah! I really like it. Thank you.” I try to be kind to him. He has been kind to me ever since I met him. But the aroma around him gives off some creepy vibes. “Look…you probably shouldn’t be here. If my sister finds out-“

“No need to worry.” He smiles. “She has already left with that vampire hunter. And your brother is asleep in his room.”

“Oh…” I certainly wasn’t expecting that. “Well, I’m…I’d like to go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”

“Yes, of course.” He calmly agrees. “I just wanted to come and see you. And give you this.” He pulls out a small black box from his suit jacket. It looked very fancy and expensive as I get a closer look with it in my hands.

“Wow! Another gift? You don’t need to…”

“But I want to. Please, accept it. It will look better on you then it does on me.”

Opening it, I find a beautiful ring with possible real gems covering it. “Oh my gosh…” I mumble, picking it from the box to feel it between my fingers. “It’s beautiful…Elijah…” I whine out his name, making me feel so guilty for him to buy something so expensive.

He takes a few steps closer and uses his hand to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m glad you like it. I will see you tomorrow, yes?”

“Oh, um, actually-“ I try to protest.

“Sleep well, (Y/N).” And he was gone as quickly as he came.

The uncomfortable feeling I tried to put off finally goes away, letting me relax just a bit. I put the bear and the ring on my dresser to get ready for bed. I have a feeling it'd be hard for me to fall asleep, given the unexpected visit and knowing he could come back anytime. My heart beats wildly as I closed my eyes. Whether it be beating so fast from being flustered by the gifts, or the uneasiness of the man himself, I wouldn’t know.

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sometimesthatsbetter · 2 months

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Every thing i read in Febubary

I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game

The MC of this novel is so fucking silly cause who tf names their kid Ash 'Born hater' Everblack? Like i'm being for real right now, his mom literally called him her 'little hater'. Love that

So, a Korean gamer who was streaming about this old strategy game on hardmode where if you fail once the game resets. The guy got isekaied the moment he finished the game on stream and right in the middle of the battle field too, tough luck hater.

Before we go more in depth about this story I would recommend that you read the novel version, the manhwa seems a little tacky and i've seen alot of readers complain that the manhwa makes everything look cheaper.

So, one of reasons why it made on to my reading list is because it was recommended by my guy friends who has great taste for this kinda genre. It drew him in because it used actual strategies that he would also use in his game instead of throwing around random lingo in hopes to cater to gamers. Like every battle was truly suspenseful and the author isn't afraid to show that every victory requires a sacrifice. Also I've seen people praise the character development of this novel, everyone starts out a little stereotypical and annoying but they get their own story arcs to shine.

Another thing i like is that this story is about the fight against the end of the world. Like i know alot of stories with that kind of premise but rarely do i ever feel the urgencey as strongly as i do with this story. The last stand against a sea of monsters waiting to consume the world and the young prince who's tasked with the question of remaining human or turning into a monster to save his world. I love me some classical fantasy

Anyways, it has 500+ translated chapters and it's all free. Go read it now.

The problematic prince

If i'm being honest here i can think of at least 10 more manhwa crown princes who are even more problematic than the ML, especially that guy from the abandoned empress, yeah fuck you blueberry head.

So the story premise is the typical bad boy x good girl story trope. Our prince Bjorn keeps getting pestered by his ex wife whom he doesn't want contact with and our FL is being sold off to the highest bidder in society, shinnaigans happen and so the are married. That's the very shorten version of the plot

First thing that i noticed, the vibes. It gave off so much Edwardian, turn of the century energy that i adore. From the costuming to the city streets and the interactions between common people. Love it.

The author seems to have been blessed with amazing writing skills because oh my god did the writing style made me swoon. Erna, our FL, can be classified as one of those soft girl heroines but i feel like she's more than that. She knew what she had to do to keep her loved ones safe and always strived for better, she's not a cunning villainess nor a simpering coward. Erna never settled and kept enduring and trying new ways to connect with others around her even when she's being labelled as a home wrecker.

Also the nobilities and medias reaction to their marriage was incredibly realistic, i see alot of manhwas with rags to riches stories or men marrying women with horrendus reputations but never mention how powerful the influence of the peoples opinions. Here you can see that Bjorn and Erna's relationship, while rocky still holds strong, it seemed like they are truly in love and happy with their choices. Yet media still condemns her as a witch, a slut and a disgrace towards the royal family. It even lead to a attempt on Ernas life. Which shows you how easily the public can be whipped into a frenzy just because of a narritive that she is other woman.

The spirit queen

If i even find the author of this manhwa i would like to make out with them and have their babies, cause this kind of genious deserves to be preserved.

Do you want a story with proper drama? Do you want something that actually keeps it's momentum and doesn't half ass shit half way through? Do you want themes about power and how it turns people into the worse version of themselves? Well look no further. The spirit queen has your back

Another thing that i loved about this story was it's sympathy towards the working class. The servants in this aren't the stereotypical happy go lucky loyal maids that you see in manhwas, they also aren't evil back stabbing people either. They know that their lives are worthless when it comes to the upper classes so they do all that they can to survive and to protect their loved ones. And i respect that as hell, even if it made them do less than savory things.

Also i recently learned that the author, Tutu-nim, wrote and drew this manhwa on their own. A true girlboss

Run away with me, girl

Remember all those times you said that you can be a better husband for the FL? Well this is a lesbian romance based on that premise.

It's a bittersweet romance story about two girls who were high school friends meeting each other after 10 years. Maki, who is till doing her graduate courses while living with her mom and lamenting her loneliness, while Midori is engaged and pregnant and living that perfect, normal life she wanted. Of course everything is not as it seems, and that's what the author wanted to explore in the coming chapters of the story

It's a short read, about 16? 17? chapters. But the author manages to do so much in that short amount of time. Every character felt so real and complicated. At first when you see Midori and the way that she treated Maki after their reunion, it's not hard to come to the conclusion that Midori is just playing around with Makis feelings. Especially with the way that she flirts and then reminds Maki of her engagement to her boyfriend.

This manga has the most realistic, hut wrenching potrayals of abuse, love and hate i've seen in a while. And if i'm being honest there is a high chance i would do the same if i was stuck in their situation.

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makigorogoro · 8 months

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disorganized thoughts on fionna and cake eps 5 and 6

(Spoilers!!)

ok ive only seen the eps once each and im going off of memory so a lot of this is probably gonna be paraphrased and mixed up but whatever . also this post is really fucking long lol sorry

-OK FIRST OFF THESE WERE SO GOOD RAAAAAH

-obviously we are in the farmworld, not surprised but very happy!!!

-also not very surprised fionna and cake immediately went along with simon’s plan

-the whole time they were talking about where to find a crown i was like lol. simon don’t look behind you

-cake bringing fionna a dead rat was really funny

-the versucci gag or whatever was also really good

-but what made me die was fionna talking abt how she’s played a lot of post apocalyptic rpgs and then it pans over to “man who has actually lived through the apocalypse”

-was really cool to see how the farmworld has developed after what happened with ice finn, i think it’s interesting how they’re more technologically advanced since the first time an ice age happened in this world they pretty much reverted to medieval times (does that make sense. you know what i mean)

-i was SO convinced jay was farmworld finn’s little sibling so when he said dad my heart stopped

-the name jay didn’t immediately click until bonnie was revealed to be one of his other kid’s name and i was like HOLY SHIT PUHOY???

-veeeery interesting since assumingely golb destroyed/erased the pillow world

-i guess you could just chalk it up to finn would have named his kids the same thing in any universe?

-but i mean speaking of his kids GOD he got busy with huntress wizard

-i mean it has to be huntress wizard. one of them looks just like human hunter wizard

-sucks that she died though

-simon’s ship of theseus thing was so fucking funny oh my god he’s just like me fr (i started talking about the ship of theseus in one of my assignments a few days ago and i was like. is this too nerdy.)

-i haven’t really talked about farmworld finn yet. a little sad he turned out so cold (pun not intended oops 😭) because of what happened to him when he was younger

-good on him for saying simon was a damn fool or whatever for wanting to put the crown on lol

-i wish they actually had a talk though

-cake saying fionna should kiss him while knowing he’s just an alternate version of her??????? girl

-also farmworld jake still being alive was crazy

-so it did turn out the crown was destroyed in this world, i honestly wasn’t sure since the crown from the main world survived direct contact with a comet lol

-the romeo and juliet style romance going on between finn’s kid and big destiny’s kid was really good

-finn showing up with bartram lmao!!!!!

-dude i love bartram, the bit in finn the human where finn’s mom says that they have to sell the mule and then bartram’s head peaks out from the bed in the corner is unironically one of my favorite jokes in adventure time

-i kinda forgot what happens between here and the end

-so did farmworld finn fucking die????

-idk what happened there i sure hope not

-i really don’t know if we’re going to revisit these worlds in any capacity considering the amount of time left but i hope we do now!! i feel like we need to see what happens lmao

-now for ep 6

-wasn’t really expecting it to open on “fionna world” as they started calling it

-i was wondering how they were gonna balance gumball and marshall yaoi with what’s going on with the main trio

-they did it really well though i think

-i also wasn’t really expecting to be introduced to winter king right away once we got back to the main plot

-he definitely gave me weird vibes right from the start im gonna be honest lol

-blaah i don’t really remember what happens between that and the winter wonder world sequence

-so ill just talk about that. holy fuck

-every review i read before the show came out was really hyping this scene up and i get why now

-was really cool to see the beyond the grotto animation again and the song was so good it’s still stuck in my head

-but the moment the winter king said he overcame the crown with sheer will i was like. um. im calling bs

-i was just thinking however it did happen though i have a bad feeling about! felt really bad for simon and when he said that he sucked i was like. oh no ☹️ dude

-the moment i saw little ice marcy pretty much cemented it for me i was like oh no something fucked up is happening here. tbh i still can’t really figure out what happened with that but given what the winter king said about making an ice betty. uhhhhhhhhhh

-OH YEAH cake once again saying simon and the winter king should kiss . GIRL WHAT ARE YOU ON

-i looooved crazy pb

-i remember when people were saying she was a marcy pb child lmao.

-simon saying that he wanted to “fix her” while the winter king just wanted to kill her was really interesting. im trying to figure out what it means lol. like we know that simon wants to be the ice king again but also now knowing he would want to fix and save someone from that madness…idk

-her song was really good

-her playing those ominous notes on her keyboard made me laugh

-i haven’t really talked about gumball (im not calling him gary im sorry) and marshall. i thought they were really cute!!! could definitely see marcy and pb meeting in a similar way

-the juxtaposition between gumball talking about his creations to fionna fighting the fucked up versions of them was really cool

-i hope gumball doesn’t take what the lemoncarbs said to heart . they’re just like that

-ok so. I was honestly more shocked that fionna kissed (a version of) simon than him disintegrating seconds after lmaooooo

-i have to wonder why he immediately died here when in betty (the episode) he was dying relatively slowly without the crown’s magic

-ive been writing down a bunch of crack theories and the first thing ive gotten right was the winter king transferring his craziness to pb lol lets goooo

-i was thinking that simon might’ve transferred it himself but then i was like nooo he wouldn’t do that….apparently he would do that

-idk despite how he seemed i think the winter king was still a little insane in the membrane.

-maybe the crown was still influencing him in some way? and that’s the message here? idk

-i can’t believe bi fionna is real

-back to gumball and marshall. gumball describing slumber party panic……oh my jod 🥺🥺🥺

-the baby world was so cute

-“and i’ll be cursed the right way” simon do you fucking hear yourself

Ok that’s definitely not all i have to say but this post is long enough lmao ,, god this show is SO GOOD i can’t believe it’s real. ok that’s all

#adventure time #fionna and cake #Fionna and cake spoilers

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moorishflower · 1 year

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Hi, Heather! I hope the New Year is treating you well :D Just as a heads up—this ask contains a question about sexual assault as it pertains to the Corinthian in Wings, so if you do answer, please feel free to do so in whatever way you’re most comfortable with, for yourself and for your blog! Also so sorry tumblr is making me split this into several parts, cries T_T

Okay question! A friend and I were talking about Wings yesterday over shaved ice and we both thought that the Corinthian’s role was perhaps a Circe parallel? Or maybe a Calypso parallel, since her and Odysseus’s interactions in the epic can also be interpreted as sexual assault (re: Odysseus’s entrapment on her island, and only being able to leave until Hermes (Dream?) comes to free him/let him know he’s free to leave). (2/4)

I was also trying to fit Eleanor’s role in there somewhere, perhaps as Nausicaa? Eleanor/Hob’s first meeting gave me similar vibes as Odysseus/Nausicaa’s, with both Hob and Odysseus kinda popping up outta nowhere and their appearances being very distinctive (although Hob, thankfully, was not naked LMAO I think that would’ve been a bit much for poor Eleanor XD). (3/4)

All of this, of course, assuming Hob is playing Odysseus’s role at these points, which I know often switches in Wings (and quite brilliantly!) But anyway, would love to hear your thoughts on this, if any! :3 Thanks so much again for sharing this delight of a story <3 (4/4)

Hello friend! I've just copied over all your asks so that I don't bombard you all with them one at a time <3 No need to apologize!

So first thing's first is that the notion that my fic is being discussed between multiple people in meatspace over tasty frozen treats is THE most tickling and wonderful thing I have heard this week, I am enamored, I love it and I am SO grateful that Wings has generated enough interest in the meta of it to be DISCUSSED <3

So the Corinthian is, first and foremost, a parallel to Polyphemus! To a slightly lesser extent he is also a reference to all the times that yeah, Odysseus ends up trapped on an island because of the ~wiles~ of a sorceress/nymph/whatever, but there's an absolutely wonderful line in the A.T. Murray translation of The Odyssey which is "For he was fashioned a wondrous monster, and was not like a man that lives by bread, but like a wooded peak of lofty mountains, which stands out to view alone, apart from the rest." Polyphemus is the monstrous son of Poseidon, so we already have the parallel there between Corinthian and Dream, created/creator, but the primary reason that I mapped Corinthian to Polyphemus is because of hunger. Polyphemus is a glutton and possessed of monstrous hunger, devouring 6 of Odysseus' men and blatantly flouting the concept of guest-rights, and it's his hunger (and his thirst) that Odysseus understands and which allows him to trick Polyphemus into drinking too much wine. I think there's an excellent parallel between the hunger that Hob Gadling has for living, and the hunger that the Corinthian has for the EXPERIENCE of life. He doesn't want all of the mess and the sorrow and the actual humanity, he just wants the parts that ping his adrenaline and his oxytocin. That's why, when Hob tells him that he's HUMAN, and the Corinthian can't take that away from him, Corinthian is so upset. Because Polyphemus will never be a god, even though he says "For the Cyclopes reck not of Zeus, who bears the aegis, nor of the blessed gods, since verily we are better far than they" (saying basically that the Cyclopes don't pay attention to the gods because they're BETTER than gods), and in the same way Corinthian will never be HUMAN, even though he tries to wear all these trappings of humanity.

I think you can definitely make the argument for clearer parallels between Corinthian and Circe, because Circe DOES, in the end, tech Odysseus something valuable, in much the same way that Hob learns something valuable (that he's human! and no one can change that!) during his time on Depression Island. And there is that aspect of sexual violence, which I think is a lot more sinisterly-portrayed with Circe than it is with Calypso, probably because Circe is you know a powerful sorceress possessed of her own agency etc etc.

As for Eleanor, you're absolutely right! When I wrote out my notes for the story, at the very beginning ("notes," I say, as if it wasn't just chapter titles and quotes from the Odyssey that felt like they resonated, lol), I had originally mapped Eleanor to the sirens, on the grounds that she was drawing him into a dream that could never be real to him. But that eventually felt disingenuous, because Hob VERY much loved Eleanor, canonically, and even in this fic he loved her desperately. Nausicaa is the only female character that Odysseus acknowledges as being deserving of a fine husband, and you could argue that she's something of the "one who got away" for him. If he weren't consumed by his quest, he very well might have stayed with her. "Far off we dwell in the surging sea, the furthermost of men, and no other mortals have dealings with us." is the quote that I pulled the chapter title from, and I think that Eleanor still managed to represent something that was holding Hob in stasis, and that it wasn't tenable, but like...it also wasn't bad? The Phaeacians are SOFT, gentle, hedonistic, removed from the troubles of the world, and I feel like Hob at that point was so desperate to try and hold on to himself as a 'living' person that he was willing to try and remove himself from the narrative that way, for a time. It didn't work, of course, because he he didn't have enough information about the structure of the story at that point to truly defy it, but he TRIED.

And lastly, it's worth saying that I don't know if there's a single point in story where Hob or Dream are inhabiting only ONE character at a time. The tropes that make up the characters take turns at the forefront, but at the end, Dream is as much in his own odyssey as Hob is. Hob is the same obstacle to his own self-realization as Poseidon is to Odysseus. All these facets exist within the same gem, just depending on how you turn it towards the light. :3

Thank you again for absolutely making my night, and for such lovely asks! I hope that your shaved ice was good and your week is going well!!! <3

#maybe sprout wings #the sandman #meta #dreamling #ask response

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kaimactrash · 2 years

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Did this ot3 meme by @nonbinarist

with my funny lil guys Piper, Valentino, and Skye.

Valentino is a mage and just loves his weird furry bf & gf.

I tried to make this version of them very cartoony and not their typical proportions but valentino is the smallest, as Fleetfoot and Cathze speices are typically larger than humans. These guys are my primary, but not only , poly set, and I do really love them, they're absolute geeks who adore one another, and all work to save their world from the danger it's running face first into.They are very parental and adopt a lot of folks, eventually starting a revolution with them.Valentino was once a student at the Mages College, but by the time he's 25, he's quit and left it entirely, he struggles for some time, but eventually, very fortunately, bumps into the elder demon Delde, she invites him back to her abode, shared with her lover Emesh. The two would adopt him for a few months as he'd get his footing, showing him more uses for his magic that he could use day to day, versus the cermonial magic he was taught through the college, he soon manages to convince his twin sister to leave, and the two begin discussing what they can do to stop the corruption at the college, to right the wrongs they themselves were victims too, seeing the two needed to get on the road, Delde and Emesh work together to create an extremely special traveling tavern for the two, Valentina, wanted to be on the road often, where as Valentino prefered to be settled, so he took the tavern, and valentina could call it to her whenever needed.The most speical thing was the magic surrounding it, one could only enter the tavern if granted access by Valentino, and it would be camoflaged with the local flora where ever it went, this was to be a safe, secure womb for the rebelion to grow, and that it would be.It would also be a pretty god damn good tavern thanks to Valentinos passion, during these travels he would bump into Piper and Skye more and more often, the two were exciles from their clans and working hard on the road to survive.After a particularly profitable week, Piper and Skye return to the cavern, celebrating their favour with excess drinking, through the night chatting more and more with Valentino. When it came to closing he cleared the bar, but gave the two a room to sleep in for the night, barely able to walk straight. Valentino was woken the next morning by the two knocking at his door, he got up, draped in an extremely fabulous house coat, and opened it to the two presenting him with breakfast as thanks.His life had been so shettlered at the college, that he'd never even tried the cuisine of the other speices of Frenrar, so this event was a complete treat, while he was happy to be free and that his sister was doing the work that was important to her, he did feel lonely, once one of thousands of students and masters of the college, he now had a home only busy in the evenings and the days Valentina was recharging. This whole event warmed his heart, and listening to the two talk he felt himself falling for them more and more. The three would seperate after a warning altert for Valentina calling arrived, Skye and Piper still had work to do on the mainland, and Valentina was off on Skog island, a place Skye isn't welcome either.After a little hesistance Valentino asked them to come back to this location in two days, and when he did, he offered them to move in, expressing his attraction to both of them, but also stating the offer applied even if it wasn't reciprocated, thankfully, the two shyly reavealed they had hoped to have the confidence to admit their attraction to valentino, but instead got super drunk, Valentino let out and laugh before inviting them in, they each got a room to decorate as their own, but quickly began sharing valentinos bed with him, so didn't have much use of their own, so their rooms became hobby rooms for each of them. anyway this meme was just to kinda give a vibe of them, then I dump the whole backstory in the description WOOOPS my bad

#my oc #kai art #my art #oc art #polyship #ot3

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elmendea · 2 years

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“There’s common sense and NONsense!”

My belated thoughts on RoP Ep 3, due to a migraine. Because you know what you’re able to do when you have a migraine? Exactly nothing. What fun! Moving on:

Things that bug me/possible nitpicks:

- I get that using the word "humans" is more up-to-date than using "men", but I mean...the Ringspell itself uses the phrase "mortal men", so I kind of wish that was used instead across the board. or maybe just "mortals"; I think it could work because all the other races have their specific names: hobbits (Harfoots), elves, dwarves. If you used the term "mortals" you'd be fairly aware that you're referring to mortal humans. Just the poet in me, I think!

- I was SO looking forward to far more Tar-Míriel than we got, sulk and moan. Cynthia is just ethereal. Oh well, next week.

- puzzled as to why Arondir uses Quenya when apologising to the tree -- wouldn't it be more likely for a Silvan Elf to use Sindarin or even Nandorin? Might be a formality thing, but, eh...

- nnnnot really feeling much for Eärien, honestly. I'm going to take it on good faith that there's going to be a necessary narrative reason for her to exist, but as of now she's not instantly likable. (Not that I dislike her, either. She's just kinda...there?)

- God, the CGI on that Warg was only vaguely believable if you squint very hard. The design was absolutely fine IMHO (I mean, Wargs are corruptions of wolves, and what's more corrupted from a wolf than a chihuahua? Plus, those wee beasties can be FIERCE and completely out of their trees), but ugh, the way it blended into the scene sort of...gave me rotoscope-y vibes.

The good stuff!

- remembering that non-Uruk orcs are not terribly fond of sunlight! YES! (They'll put up with it, but they won't enjoy it.)

- the belowdecks scene lighting is honestly just *chef's kiss*, and Galadriel is so pretty with her hair all oceaned-out like that *___*

- loving loving LOVING Lloyd Owen's performance as Elendilf. I mean, er. *cough* He's just the right mix of brooding and hopeful. That smile when he says "...home." He still loves the place, even if the politics are starting to sour and he knows it.

- NUMENOR. good lord above, Numenor *____* They honestly saved the best scenes for the show; I remember being underwhelmed with Numenor in the trailers, but in-ep it looks astounding; and paired with that MUSIC. literally epically beautifully. I just. I want to go there. (Not LIVE there. Just visit. :P)

- god I am loving the barely-restrained "fuck around and find out" glares Galadriel is throwing at everyone. To be fair, I'd be doing the same. (But then, I have also been accused of being unlikeable, so. 🙃)

- ...goddamnit, I'm becoming genuinely fond of Halbrand, silver tongued devil that he is. Now watch him turn out to be Sauron, or the Witch-king, or someone similarly horrible.

- also, watch me be proven wrong, but I honestly don't get any UST between Galadriel and Halbrand. I get the feeling of a smirky-ass bastard who enjoys riling up an already tempestuous person just to get a reaction (and Galadriel just can't help biting back every time he baits her), but not romantic/sexual tension. (I’m also interpreting it as a way of Halbrand keeping Galadriel at a distance, no less. He seems to use his take-nothing-seriously attitude as a shield.)

- "the sea is always right!" YES THIS. *beats down her inner Falathrim*

- Ismael's performance as Arondir continues to kill me in a good way. The absolute agony on his face as Médhor dies made me choke up.

- holy shit, Halbrand, my dude, CALM DOWN. The retribution is outweighing the original crime about twenty-fold right now. O_O;; (And this from a man in his cups, no less?! Gotta admire his co-ordination, if nothing else.)

- Elendil pulling up huge Beleaguered Dad With Young Adult Children energy on Galadriel is so unintentionally hilarious, I swear. XD

- honestly, I can't believe people are complaining about Galadriel enjoying horseriding. Why wouldn't she? And in that moment, she's free, just racing across a beautiful island on a beautiful beast, on her way to answers. Of course she's going to look happy.

- Poppy is so fussy and adorable and pure and I will protect her with everything in me. When she got teary during the remembrance/waiting circle, I teared up, too, which is...I’m honestly NOT the teary sort of person, so what is this madness.

- sorry, I think Nori's punishment was WAY too harsh. Firstly, she's a child who made a mistake -- which yes, Sadoc does note, but then puts a family with an injured member at the back of the caravan? It wasn't as if the Stranger did much other than knock down a pavilion and just basically give everyone a giant fright. So...let's risk death for a WHOLE FAMILY already suffering (with a younger child!) because their teenage daughter acted like a typical dumb teenager, and...didn't really cause much damage, in the end, except to some people's nerves. My poor little Tookish munchkin. So much for "nobody walks alone"! (Yes, I get that one family lost is better than the whole tribe lost, logically, but meh. I don’t have to be logical, damn you.)

- ohoho, how the tables have turned! The shifting power and mood dynamic between Galadriel and Halbrand is golden. When she has the upper hand, she’s deliciously smirky herself. (AND AAAAHH. that statue is Uinen or I'll be damned!)

- THAT. BLOODY. CLIFFHANGER. I literally shouted at my screen when the credits started rolling, oh my god. I feel SO trolled but it's a weirdly fun feeling? Roll on, next week~

#Rings of Power #The Rings of Power #src: The Rings of Power #post: thoughts (mine)

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outismm · 4 months

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giggling seeing your tags!!! oh no, the lovely Pat Butcher has caught your eye, has he? 🙈💖 AND the Toymaker too!!! tell me what you love about them, i'm all ears 🥰💖

Star. Star what have you done. Star you've given me an excuse to yell about them now, what have you DONE KJASDKASJ no but <3 oh this is gonna get so long. I am being fueled entirely by Autism and Beginning-of-Winter-Term-Enthusiasm. Star, my beloved moot, this is going to be a thesis. I am so very sorry AKDSJSAKDJASKD

GUH. THE TOYMAKER. AH,,,, <- said while sweating profusely backed into a corner If I had to break it down into understandable words and not 'GKRJGRJG BITE BITE CHEW CHEW GNAW' :

The archetype of 'Very Silly Very Eldritch Man' is perhaps my favourite of all time, so this was inevitable. Like :

THIS!! THIS!! THIS IS THE KINDA STUFF THAT DRIVES ME ABSOLUTELY GONZO AMNDSAMND.

As a character, he falls into a category just adjacent to fae [magic-y, lots of eldritch traits that you only notice out of the corner of your eye, will make you to play silly games for your soul, Odd and Unusual In Nature] which is just. Mwah. my most favouritest of vibes for any character to have. My brain is in shambles.

Toymaker hot, no further notes there.

MANDMAND NO NO BUT. The expressiveness and whimsy that NPH puts into his performance as The Toymkaer makes my head go all spinny <3. Don't even get me started on his hands while he shuffles the cards, I'll collapse like a victorian dying of consumption.

Keep staring at me with those big sparkly blue eyes Magic Man and I will allow you to turn me into a kazoo :)

THE LORE IS SO VERY CRUNCH CAUSE LIKE - ‘entity born, alone, outside the universe itself’ is already such a fun concept, there’s so much to work with there even in the Canon only gently touches on it - But also,, the way he clings to humanity? The way he finds these impermanent little creatures and their games so fascinating? The parallels that creates w/ The Doctor? <- outis is about to go on a tangent

Like <3 that was always one of my favourite things about DW, even as a kid, and specifically The Doctor?

Like The Doctor’s gonna outlast humanity no matter what, that’s inevitable with what they are, but that isn’t the point, and that doesn’t change the interest/adoration/love that they've got for Humanity now :)

Even after they’re all gone, The Doctor’s always gonna have their hope, and The Toymaker’s always gonna have their games :) They both have a certain love for humanity, even if it’s in different ways, and with very, very different motivations attached. <- I don’t know if this makes sense. It is almost 1 am. Runs away like an animal crossing villager. Immortal Beings who find a way to love the Mortal will always make my heart go soupy.

TLDR. he is so particularly silly and tragic in a way that makes my brain. Go goopy. Also he must be so very touch starved and I want him to cling to me like a baby sloth :)

OH GOD AND I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED ON PAT-

THIS FUCKING GUY >:( how could this happen to me. How can I explain this to anyone. <- the instant I told a few of my friends that I had a crush on a BBC Ghosts character, they went 'oh yeah we thought you'd like Pat' despite me never mentioning his name to anyone. So clearly this was pre-destined KJASDKSADJ

NO BUT <333 AAAAA PATRICK BUTCHER MY LOVE. Where do I even begin with this wonderful wonderful man.

He gave a child a bow and arrow and didn’t see how that’d go wrong. He has the sweetest smile. He misses being able to eat food so much. His voice reaches a pitch that could rival a dog-whistle when he’s angry. He’s the shortest of the cast. He just wanted to say hello. When he was dying and in pain, he made himself stay calm and happy because even worse than dying was the idea of scaring the kids. He’s even autistic.

I have to believe that this man was bred in a lab in Yorkshire to make my brain turn inside out, in some sort of long-term assassination attempt. He calls his wife petal for heavensakes, there was never a hope of me not falling madly in love. that entire flashback scene had me making goosenoises. he is such a delight. Pat do you want a little kiss on your moustache. Pat we could get ghost married. Hey where are you going-

[I’m also realizing now that to anyone who hasn’t experienced Pat as a character, I’m sure this section must look like me going ‘hnrhgrngn I want him so bad’, only to open up my hand to reveal a softboiled egg. but please know that this is also what it feels like on my end MNASDMSNADMN.] TLDR : He's a soft-hearted dad from Yorkshire, what more could you want? Look at that sweet face :)

GHOU I have <3 been rambling for so very long. Thank you for giving me an excuse to yell about my sillies :) it has improved my eveningmorning so very much

#STAR. did u know that you're the most. hands you a cool rock and runs away. thank u for indulging me you're the best <3 #AMDNASMDN I do not have the soul to maintag this as anything. however #outis screams #<- some F/O tags. may be worked out eventually. if I ever create some S/I's for these two #well that's not true I have my Ghosts one worked out. mostly. <- only a bit of a lie #HOWEVER. my DW one has yet to be decided. cause idk if I wanna create Lore or go with Ol' Reliable (m. me :)#I'm so tempted to use 💘 in the selfship tag for Pat but that feels almost. evil in a way MNASDMANDMSNAD. BUT ALSO IT FITS /REALLY/ WELL #ANYWAYS ANYWAYS. running away to bed now. I hope at least some of this was intelligible MANSDMAND

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Emiya Alter & Mozart for the character ask me :D

Oh wow tumblr at my freakin notif for this XD so! this is super late! but here is my anwser for these two beans @maningrey0204

I'll start with emyia alter Fave thing- gods its hard to choose XD i think its the fact that he has a notebook to write things down. silly i know but, his memory is so bad and hes so nihilistic and pragmatic about it all, but he still writes down the important stuff to look back on later. least fave thing- yeah defiantly has to be his og design in jp, caused alot of backlash and kinda gave him a bad rap, so most people dont look deeper into him Favorite line- you know the line, where he talks about how in his valentine with the lifeline, where it'll suck, it'll rip up your hands, you'll bleed and hurt but he'll pull you up no matter what? yeah good shit, i rotate that shit constantly in my brain, i could ramble forever about his valentine scene honestly Brotp- voyager voyager listen listen this man who holds no hope for himself whos so jaded and cynical caring for this literal embodiment of hope the hope he doesnt have for himself but that he still fights for as a hollow hero of justice this man who made himself a weapon a tool a thing holding and caring for this tiny star child that was born from a machine and the hopes of humanity its GOOD opt- ive never really thought about it honestly XD but the line he has for cualter has me interested, so i could maybe see them as being two flavors of pragmatic dramatics notop- fucking kiara, no, stop it random headcannon- you can tell how bad his memory issues are by how many golden lines cover his body as hes walking around chaldea. also i dont think this is a headcannon but ive given him the nickname kit, in reference to the japenese pottery technique kintsugi, because hes strove so hard to become nameless, but, he still deserves to be called something, he deserves his own name unpopular opinion- is it unpopular to say i like him? XD like, i like him just as he is, edgy brooding behavior and all. i dearly want him to see hes something more than just a weapon but that doesnt mean i want to change him entirely other than that uhhh, i dunno, hes not a very popular character so beyond seeing people dislike his jp design and his attitude i havent seen much in the way of peoples opinions Song i associate with him- The Only Thing I Know for Real by Jamie Christopherson- its a song for i think metal gear that i just randomly stumbled across and it gave me *instant* emyia alter vibes fave pic- i like the summer ce with him billy and geronimo, it always makes me happy seeing him hanging out with people ------- Alright mozart time! Favorite thing about them- i love how unabashedly himself he is, usually when people think that theyre just awful or garbage that it comes with a sort of depressed outlook- and while he still needs some bonking on that thinking- there is something nice that hes just so, alive? about it all. im wording it weirdly but, hes both got confidence and no confidence in equal measures and its interesting least favorite thing about them- his silly fucking hat XD his outfit is fine but the *hat* why- Favorite line- i could probably wax on about some of the things he says to you and mash in orleans but, honestly? his valentines scene, i think if memory serves me its on the ce, but it might be in the actual scene, where he offers to play for you if you cant sleep. makes me soft brotp- sanson XD sanson is very straight-laced compared to his more, whimsical vibes, they work great XD its funny opt- listen listen, poly with marie and sallie, its good shit its fucking quality

notp- you know, i havent actually seen a ship that makes me like, recoil, then again i dont really go looking so let me just knock on wood right quick- but yeah, i dont have anything here, lets hope it stays that way Random headcannon- this man will wear cat ears without hesitation unpopular opinion- i dont, find him that annoying honestly? a bit yeah sometimes but we have worse in chaldea, hes not that bad, i like him song i associate with him- well its. mozart so XD anything by mozart. barring that its nyancat, he just has huge catboy energies XD favorite picture- local fucking musician has *all* the goddamn art made about him so i have plenty to choose from- id say my fave is the wolf one, where he has the wolf pelt on his shoulder? good shit so yeah! :D thats these two beans, thank you for the ask!!

#emyia alter #mozart #fate grand order #fgo #maningrey0204 #thank you for the ask! :D:D #im so sorry it took me so long to anwser #freakin tumblr #but yeah i love anwsering these types of things

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cemeteryxdriven · 1 year

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just had probably theeee dumbest interaction I’ve had on a damn dating app. frickin grindr, man. face. palm.

dude dms me with three pix and a hello, awesome, fine, all good. no dicks or nudes, just relatively normal selfies including one at the gym with a friend. dude is obviously v much a gym guy (which is not my thing at all ever). he’s not my type in general, but adding the gym selfie (and two flexing ones, like cmon take a normal photo) plus the way he speaks, it’s like yeah we have almost nothing at all in common.

now I don’t wanna waste time or get spammed, so I responded with “I don’t think I’m what you’re looking for,” and he asked why. totally valid. I said I have a phobia of gyms (truth, they terrify me) which is obviously one of his favorite places to be, and good on him for that, solid effort. and like, I didn’t mean that sarcastically, to each his own or whatever.

motherfucker turns around and says “oh I hate the gym, haven’t ever set foot in one.”

I swear to god my face fell through my palms and my mattress and wound up on the floor. I laughed so hard I choked. I responded with “the third photo you sent is literally a mirror selfie of you and a buddy in the weights section.”

I get the “…yeah, fair point” response. well duh it’s fair it’s right the fuck there. so I gave him he word of advice to maybe not lie like that and make a fool of himself next time. but I wished him luck in his efforts nonetheless.

and then of course after my last message he goes “it’s a joke bro” and about how much “hole” he gets as if I care. so I blocked him after saying it’s kinda funny, kinda sad how every dating app dude immediately hits the “it’s a joke” button when called out for acting like a twit or an asshole, whatever the case may be.

grindr around here is mostly faceless profiles and sucks eggs but I’ve had a couple conversations and found a fellow mcr fan and tumblr human once.

tbh I only really have grindr bc it’s an ego boost even if it’s faceless profiles sending dms/likes/whatever. both pix on there I’m 1000% channeling the mikeyway vibes (down to clandestine merch and everything) and I fucking pass. the fucking euphoria I get when I’ve gotta tell a dude I haven’t got a dick of flesh and blood is wild. it was an experiment to see if I’d pass and now it’s just kinda there for late night boredom (it’s 447AM now so yknow) and moments where I need a boost on the gender side of things.

idk why I decided to write all this out at 430AM but I hope someone gets a laugh out of *sends gym pic* “I’ve never set foot in a gym!” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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darkphoenix07 · 2 years

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Conflating Arousal

An official love story [Enemies to lovers au]

Paring : Jeong Yunho × Im Johwa

Genre : Office Romance, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Kdrama vibe

Word count : 3.4k

Synopsis : What happens when the man Johwa hates becomes her CEO? "If you have problem with me, Ms. Im, you can give your resignation letter and leave, we don't need employees like you in here."- Jeong Yunho

Warning : Mention of blood, Child abuse, Sexual Assault, Self harm, Toxic relationship.

If you want me to add you in the taglist, just comment below. And reblog my post ( ͡°ᴥ ͡° ʋ). (I'm kinda comfortable with writing with names, not y/n as I was a Wattpad writer. So bear with me.)

8:45 a.m.

"Kim, I'm leaving," Johwa calls Ahnjong before closing the door which reached in Ahnjong's ears but she doesn't seem to care about it. She is still sleepy from last night's book signature event.

Johwa reaches office and sighs as Wooyoung's desk is still empty which is beside hers. He hasn't been able to get discharged yet. Maybe she should go to see him tonight. He will feel much better, she hopes. Part of her misses not having him around here, his teases, going to party with him, singing karaoke on full sound, getting drunk together. It hurts so much that he is not here yet. That man is another reason why she was able to get over her trauma, how he always gave her positive vibes, how he showed her his friend group and turn her life so beautiful that she couldn't even imagine to have.

"Johwa, have you had breakfast?" She hears Seonghwa, the senior publisher of their company, coming from his room, having dark circles under his eyes, lips looking chappy. Doesn't he work too much?

"Did you again overworked? Why do you do it?" Johwa asks him punching him on the shoulder playfully. Seonghwa smiles, "It's our our production manager's fault. Not mine," he says staring at their production manager's cabinet. The nameplate on the door still looks new 'Kim Hongjong' though it has been four years since they have started working.

Johwa starts walking, "Let's go, I haven't had breakfast either," they stand in front of the elevator for going to a cafe. When the door opens, with a beautiful smile, one eyebrow raising, Wooyoung, managing editor is standing in front of his college friend and favorite colleague.

"Oh my God, how did you come here?" Johwa runs inside the elevator and jumps on him wrapping her hands around him.

Wooyoung starts laughing, "That's why I didn't tell you, I was coming," her happiness exploding only for him starts making his heart weak, a slight satisfaction works inside him knowing, she is still the same, she loves him the same.

"I missed you so much," Johwa cries out cupping his face, shaking his face to check if he is still okay or not.

"Am I invisible?" Seonghwa asks them and Johwa leaves Wooyoung, "Oh, I'm sorry!"

Seonghwa punches Wooyoung on his stomach, "After 7 and a half months man, you have come to annoy us again."

"Miss me?" Wooyoung asks smirking and the elevator opens.

Three of them reaches inside a cafe telling Wooyoung about what happened in here. How San always kept talking about Wooyoung, how he kept regretting about leaving him alone that night, even their boss talked about Wooyoung not being there.

"Specially Johwa, she kept blaming herself from the time she woke up. She kept saying if only I wasn't drunk, I would be able to find the mobile phones," Seonghwa says and Wooyoung looks at her, "Jo, it was never your fault. Why do you think so much?"

"Nevermind, we have so many good things to talk about. Why these? How are you feeling now?" Johwa says pouring a spoonful of cake inside her mouth. She doesn't even want to remember how that night was, how she wanted to murder that man for leaving them alone. If only someone wouldn't come after some moments and took her to hospital, she would have died by now. People are just like that. Some people have so much humanity, some are worse than animals.

Finishing their breakfast, they see everyone arriving in the office. "Oi, bestie," Their literary agent, Choi San, comes running towards Wooyoung, hugging him, kissing him on the cheek which is not acceptable to Yeosang because he cringes too much staring at them, "You guys are so gay, grow up already."

As the senior illustrator, Yeosang himself looks like a fine art because of how beautiful he is, not only because he is handsome, but also because of his shy and sweet gesture. His skill is not comparable to other illustrators of other companies which he is always proud of.

"What if we are for real?" San winks flashing his dimple smile.

Choi San, who is Kim Ahnjong's Literary agent, is good at convincing people with his broad dimpled smile. His communication skills is beyond imagination for which he is mainly their senior marketing manager. He always thinks that choosing Marketing as his major subject was the best choice he made in life.

"Stop it already, you two," Seonghwa says moving his head knowing how childish they are to pick a fun fight already.

Publisher Park Seonghwa has always been warm with everyone. No one can say that he has an enemy or someone hates him neither him. His only bad habit is overworking which he learnt from their Production manager Kim Hongjong. First Seonghwa judged him for being a workaholic but then he became like him automatically which is very suspicious to his other colleagues.

"What a pleasant surprise, Jung Wooyoung!" Everyone's eyes fall on their favorite boss who is holding his morning coffee in hand. He is technically a coffee addict.

Workaholic Kim Hongjong aka their production manager is the one who got into this office first. Maybe he did 40% of the job for building this place and the 60% was the other employees. He dreams of becoming a CEO one day not like their one because their one disgusts him so much. Sometimes he feels bad for his team who don't get enough recognition by their CEO for giving extra effort. But he wants to make sure, when he becomes one, he can take care of everyone of thier skills. Maybe there isn't another dedicated person like Kim Hongjong in this company.

"How could I not?" Wooyoung smiles and shakes his hand with Hongjong giving him a formal hug.

Wooyoung who is another Graphic designer for which he spent most of the time with Johwa, his third best friend. Though she is their one year junior, Johwa born in the same year as him. He doesn't like to work much, that is why he chose to become Graphic designer. He would bribe Johwa for finishing his works but this time she had to do many things by her own because of him being in the hospital.

"Guys, I have a news," Hongjong says getting serious all of a sudden which scares all of them. Because he is the only person who doesn't joke around being serious.

"Our CEO is changing and someone is buying 'Reunimity'. We have a meeting by 11," his news shocks everyone but soon they start clapping.

"This is happiness," Johwa says almost jumping but hits her elbow with her desk.

"Ouch!"

Wooyoung smiles feeling like he is home, seeing how she is still so clumsy. He missed watching her cursing random things because of getting hurt.

"Get ready, in half an hour," Hongjong says while heading inside his room. But stops staring back, "Park, come in my office," and they both get inside his room.

11:00 a.m.

"Guys, what if the CEO is worse this time?" San asks as they are walking in the hallway for going to the meeting room.

Yeosang gets mad, "Can you not think positive?"

"No, San is right. Hoping for the good, we may end up falling in a bad situation," Seonghwa says.

"Let's do prayer circle for having a good CEO this time," Johwa says stretching her hand.

Wooyoung grabs it first and they starts praying closing their eyes for having a good CEO.

And as they enter in the room, Johwa's eyes fall on the CEO making her heart clench.

The man she prayed to see in front of her eyes so that she could punch him, give him a kick was just in front of her siting among the bosses and their CEO.

"You! What the hell are you doing here? Who are you?" She screams getting ahead of everyone which makes the man stand up.

"May I know who you are?" He asks back.

"Didn't I ask first? Why are you here?" Johwa again shouts grabbing a chair beside her, moving closer to him.

"Ms. Im, mind your language and stay put. What is your problem? He is our new CEO, Jeong Yunho from 'Zephyr' ," their CEO says standing up to stop her.

But her mind is a mess to understand whatever the situation is right now. Her head is filled with that accident, how he left them to die on the street, how she cried for help and thought she was going to die when he left just like that.

"He can't be our CEO. I want him gone or I may!" She stops gripping the chair tighter than before.

"I'm Johwa! Have you l-" her CEO starts scolding her again but Jeong Yunho stops him.

"You may what? What will you do if I don't leave? What can you do?" Yunho asks narrowing his eyes, he can feel his blood boiling.

Wooyoung comes forward, "If she is shouting about YOU being the CEO then I must say something is still wrong with you, Yunho. I mean Mr. Jeong Yunho."

Johwa looks back at Wooyoung, "Do you know him?"

"We used to," San replies as he is feeling uncomfortable by the environment too.

Yeosang crosses his hand, "But not anymore. He is just a stranger."

Johwa doesn't understand a thing though she looks at Hongjong, "Sir, please tell him to go or else we will leave this company."

"What are you here, Ms. Im? What is your position?" Yunho asks raising his eyebrow, still calmness in his voice, he doesn't seem angry at all unlike Johwa.

"Senior graphic designer," she says.

"And you Mr. Jung?" He asks staring at Wooyoung.

"Senior graphic designer," Wooyoung replies.

"We won't be needing you two in the meeting. So, leave," Yunho says again sitting on his chair.

"What?" Johwa can't believe her own years. After investing her whole life for this company, she is getting this much disrespect, it is making her feel more mad.

"I told you two to leave. So, leave or else I will fire you two," he says making Johwa's eyes getting full of tears of rage. She feels like hitting him right now but that is going to be so unprofessional.

She opens the door somehow as her lips start trembling and leaves running away.

Wooyoung follows her leaving everyone else in the room. He doesn't understand why was she overreacting. Maybe he wouldn't say a thing seeing Yunho as their CEO but the way Johwa reacted was unlike her. But as far he knows Yunho, he was always a good boy, he can't hurt Johwa somehow, can he? Has he become capable of hurting a person like this that she would starts reacting this way?

When did you turn into this? Are you really gone, Yunho?

He sees Johwa on the rooftop crying hugging herself. His heart twists seeing her crying like that. He remembers her crying this way when he was taken to his second surgery. She was crying like he died. She is tough but she cries a lot. Maybe she pretends to be tough to hide her flaws. Maybe this is what makes her herself.

"Jo," he calls her and she immediately hugs him, "He was the man who left me on the street. Who left us like that, I begged Wooyoung. I begged him for saving me but he just left. He fucking left giving me trauma, taking my peace away. Maybe you wouldn't have that much blood loss of only he would come to save you, Wooyoung. He almost killed us. Killed you, how can I ever forget that, Wooyoung? How? I hate him. I hate to see his face. Everytime I'll look at him, I'll remember the scene where I saw you bleed, saw you feeling suffocated beside me. I can't see his face. I fucking hate him," she starts breathing heavily crying, telling him everything.

He realizes how badly that accident effected her. How she cares about him and how devastated she has become because of Yunho.

It is so unlike him, the Yunho he once knew. He would smile frequently, help everyone, make so many friends, engage with people. Did that person die for real? Isn't there anything left?

He pats Johwa's back, "I am fine now. Look at me," he cups her face, "It was just an unfortunate event. Stop feeling bad about it already. Have you stopped your meditation and exercise? And why did you stop going for parties and drinks? It was just a coincidence, Johwa. About him, forget it. He wasn't like that. He was turned into becoming like that, so forget it."

"How do you know him?" Johwa asks as he wipes her tears with his thumb.

"We used to go to same school. We were a group of friends. San, me, Yeosang, him and another guy. But he had so many obstacles that he ended up hurting us and was left with just one friend gladly. I don't like him anymore either. He has turned into someone we hate," he finishes with a sigh, "Just ignore him. It's not like we will have to see his face everyday. Calm down. Work on yourself, you are turning into a mess again. Get a grip on yourself, Im Jowha."

"I swear I'll kill him," she says pouting.

"I'll be your accomplice, now let's head inside," Wooyoung says taking her with him.

As the meeting finishes, the others come and Wooyoung tells them about what happened.

"Maybe something was wrong with Yunho. He would never leave someone to die," San says after hearing from Wooyoung.

"San, how do you never get negative about someone? He is gone, he is long gone," Wooyoung says.

"You know how his m-"

"I don't want to talk about him anymore. Just tell me what he said," Johwa says punching her desk.

"He said, we are changing our building and transferring into his. He used to have a publishing company under him but he dismissed the whole company because they betrayed him. Now, they want to hire us because he saw potential in our work and we are growing too fast too," Seonghwa says keeping his phone on Johwa's desk getting on it.

"So, he praised us?" Wooyoung asks rolling his eyes.

"Yes and gladly, he didn't fire you two," San says, "He is still there somewhere."

"Again, San? He isn't. Didn't you get prove already? He was fucking rude," Wooyoung says.

"Guys, stop. We have to transfer everything tomorrow and start working too," Seonghwa says making them remember.

"Yes," Johwa sighs staring at her desk.

It has been six years since she has started working here with them. This place, this desk everything always felt like a home to her, like she belongs to this place. But maybe it's not about the place, it is about the people she is working with.

They starts packing the things they may need, some important things on their desks and head of after finishing.

On her way home, she gets a call from Ahnjong, "You little, you are coming to the gym right now."

"Wooyoung called you, ha?" Johwa asks knowing how concern he is about everyone, specially his closest friends. Maybe that's what makes everyone love him more..

"Yes, whatever. Are you coming or should I drag you here?" Ahnjong asks making her chuckle. This girl is so lovely, how can she make her smile being overprotective.

"I'm going home to meet Eunseu and her daughter, she is coming back to her own apartment," Johwa says and she becomes quite.

"Okay but you are going to start in the morning. Wooyoung is fully well now, so there is no excuse," she says.

"Okay, bubba, I will. Aren't you coming home?" Johwa asks while getting inside her house.

"Why do you care? Go and do your work. Goodnight," Ahnjong says and cuts the line.

Johwa lazily keeps her phone in the bag and knock on Eunseu's apartment.

She opens the door and hugs Eunseu, "Oh my God, I missed you so much," she says rubbing Eunseu's back.

"Me too," she replies with her natural calm voice, her face looking pale, eyes having dark circles, "Jo, can you help me? I can't do this with him anymore. I can't take it anymore," she breaks down into tears holding Johwa tight.

"Hey, you don't have to ask for help to me. I am always there by your side, Eun," Johwa makes her sit on the sofa and wipes her tears.

Eunseu's arrange marriage didn't end up well. Even it got worse after having a baby but now Eunseu feels tired of trying.

"I gave him divorce but he is going to court for Yeoseu's custody. She is a little girl, how am I supposed to let her go?" she says staring down as Johwa is holding her hand.

"It doesn't matter. I will rip his heart out if he tries to take out Yeoseu. I swear, I will. Where is she?"

"Sleeping. She can't bear long journey. My poor girl," Eunseu says.

"You haven't had dinner right? I will make you dinner and I'm staying here tonight," Johwa says getting up but Eunseu grabs her hand, "But aren't you tired?"

"Not a bit, Eunshi. I'm at your service tonight," Johwa says running towards the kitchen.

"Why did you bring these? You could have ordered online," Eunseo says staring at the shopping Johwa did for her best friend.

"Shut up and switch on the tv. Let's finish a Kdrama," Johwa says clicking her tongue while starting to cook.

Eun does as she says and sits on the kitchen counter, "So, how was your day? How did it go?"

Johwa gives attention to her cutting vegetable, "Awesome," she says bitting her bottom lips feeling bad for lying but she didn't want to ruin the mood right now.

Finishing their dinner, not being able to finish the Kdrama they started, they both fall asleep on their sofabed cuddling each other. Johwa keeps seeing nightmares of Yunho and cursing him.

On the other hand, Yunho opens his two floored penthouse door and closes it.

"Finally," He hears his girlfriend's voice from the living room and his face lits up.

She looks at him, "What is with the long face? Aren't you happy to see me? I came here directly canceling my shoot but look at you."

"Just another hectic day," he says before plopping beside her.

She starts playing with his earlobe, "I can make your night better though."

Yunho smiles a little, like if he smiles more it will hurt his lips. He feels her straddling him, bending over him to reach his lips. And it makes him feel joyous when his lips touches hers. He wraps his hands around her waist pulling her closer, "Were you missing me that much, love?"

"Don't you wanna check?" She asks winking a him making him smile. She is the only person who helps him to be himself a little bit.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Yunho asks before kissing her neck.

"How can I not?" She says grabbing his neck, pressing him more into her neck."

"Make me forget everything. I want to feel good only," Yunho whispers crashing his lips on hers again. This time picking her up burying his face in her neck again.

"Fuck, I will," she says feeling him walking inside his room. As he shifts her on his bed, he throws everything he was wearing on the floor so as she. With her every kiss, making every thrusts, he starts feeling ease in his heart again, "You have no idea how much I wanted you tonight," she says crying out feeling his warmth inside her.

"You get what you want, my good girl," he says pushing harder than before like his life depends on these thrusts, this kiss, her moans, her touches.

"I can never love anyone else like I love you, Iseul" he says kissing her forehead before cleaning her up like a gentleman before pulling her inside his arms.

"Thanks for being mine," She says burying her face inside his arms.

We never promise thinking we will be the person breaking it. We just make them thinking things would never change. But that is the worst thought of ours. Isn't it?

Prologue

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgery. (Part 1)

Tw:swearing, pain pills, some hints to vomiting, fluff as well.

Wilbur

This simp...

Makes sure you regularly drain your drains, take your medication.

You dont even have to get the fuck up, I mean he's your personal butler until the doctor gave you the okay.

Three times a day you get a smoothie. He can tell that you dont want to eat because of the pain.

The least you can do is drink something to nurioush you while you were in pain.

If you're embarrassed about having to sleep on some dog pee pads for the drain. Dont be.

Wilbur may not understand but he will constantly comfort you. He'll even make a video to tell his viewers he won't be posting for a moment. A personal issues came up and that is all they know for now.

Also when cold he'll try to keep you warm by very, very gentle cuddles. But any sign of pain and he's off of you and getting you warm blankets and heating packs.

His sweaters? Now all yours. You have no say. He will give you one every day knowing you find alot of comfort in wearing his clothes.

The last thing he wants is you in pain. Especially if it was caused by him.

Your testosterone shot? Dont worry he's got it for you.

He doesn't want you to get up unless you needed to go to the restroom or you were itching to get up.

If you dont take it slow he will threaten you.

This is a threat. He will make you sit back down if you tried to get up and clean.

All in all he is a simp and your butler.

Technoblade

Technoblade may not know what to do but he will try.

He's quite nervous but when he realized you havent eaten and needed something in your system for your pain meds hell make you something soft and light on the stomach.

Are you cold? He'll cover you in a blanket and just sit next to you. Floof senses you in pain and cuddles you more then technoblade.

Techno was a bit butt hurt but knew that you needed alot of support right now.

With his height his clothes are either tight or loose. But his hoodies are always huge. And very fucking comfortable.

His scent relaxed you and helped you sleep at night.

He is a hidden simp.

He will make sure you're comfortable. If you want him to he'll sleep with you in the living room.

When you start walking him and Floof are constantly following you. Just to make sure you are safe and comfortable.

You cant help but love your two boys.

His streams and videos are already inconsistent but he did say his next video or stream might take a longer time.

But if you dont mind then you'll sit near him while he streams. If you needed anything he'll get it.

You saying hi to chat. They know you're in pain by your tone.

And anyone he's in a call with will ask what's up. And when you tell them they'll understand and they'll hype you up.

It warms techno's heart when his friends hype you up.

God this closeted simp is melting internally.

Schlatt

He will tease you.

Pictures are taken and spread around the internet like a wild fire.

Caption to those pictures?

This dumbass just got out of surgery and didnt expect to feel like trash lol.

But off camera he's quite the nice guy. Reminding you to drink your water, getting you soft foods or soups, heck he give you some of his pushies from his youtooz.

And this behemoth of a man will give you his shirt or hoodies.

You are with him when he streams or records.

There is no say.

He wants to keep his eyes on you and make sure you are comfortable and safe.

Lowkey dragged you bed into his recording room, you were just vibing in the corner.

You meds are on a set schedule. If the time lands when he's on stream he doesn't think. Just gets up grabs your meds and a premade smoothie.

With that he gave them to you.

Watching you swallow that pill because you can be stubborn with pain meds.

Returns to the stream.

Yells at chat for calling him a simp. He told them you were in pain and it's the least he can do for you.

Will low key rub your back off stream. As sleeping while sitting up us hell on your shoulders.

Jambo is all over you, soaking up the attention he can get while you were immobile.

Schlatt would glare st him for taking away his S/O.

When it came to you wanting to walk he will let you.

If you hurt then this man would laugh and tell you to sit your ass down. You are going anywhere just yet.

He's gonna carry you when you are in as much pain.

He's tall and there is no stopping him.

It makes him feel a bit happier due to the fact you aren't hurting as much, and still getting to the place you needed.

Also he will hug you if he sees you are uncomfortable. The hug is very soft and unlike him.

But at least he is trying.

He also keeps his yelling down, doesn't want you to make too many stiff movements. It would hurt the hell out of you.

Tommy

Ok. Hear me out, butler.

He see the pain you are in and as one of his best friends he wont let you do anything.

Your parents were out of town after your surgery and it wasn't their fault their work called in suddenly.

So you were sent over to Tommy's for the three weeks they were out.

Tommy would let you relax on his bed, heck even sleep on it as well.

Doesn't care if your drains stain the bed. That's an easy clean up and he wants you to be comfortable.

He does still stream. Because it's something he does for a living.

But he'll try to keep it a bit quieter.

You once walked out of the room when he was streaming. You looked like a gremlin, hunched over while you had to take a piss.

When you entered you were greeted by wilbur, techno, and phil telling you they hope you heal fast.

"It only gets better from now on (y/n). Take it easy alright?"-wilbur

"Congrats mate, just relax and dont forget to focus on healing."-Phil

"Yo you got the surgery. Pog. Stay healthy (y/n)."-techno

You melted lightly. A small smile graced your face.

It brought you joy and there was nothing that could compare to it. Honestly.

It seemed almost every day someone tommy knew was hopi g a speedy recovery.

He once yelled at chat for saying you should suck it up.

"CHAT THEY JUST WENT THROUGH SURGRY. LEAVE THEM ALONE!"

You forgot that your parents were even out for those weeks.

Tommy would definitely understand slightly that it would hurt to constrict your chest.

"You cold?"

When you nod tommy is up and handing you one of his hoodies. They are big and comfy. Easy to put on too. So they are perfect.

His two dogs, Walter and Betty?

Expect them in his room curled around you. Dogs know when humans feel pain and when they need something to comfort them.

The stream kind of enjoyed that.

They got wholesome content from you and dog content.

Win win.

Tommy will make sure you have your meds.

If it lands during a stream he blacks out the camera and carefully gets you the things needed for it.

Get you a best friend like tommy.

They wont let you do much when in pain.

Tubbo

He doesn't fully know what to do. He went and spent a few nights over at your house.

Your parents asked his parents for help so they sent over tubbo.

They made a list but the poor boy couldnt read it.

"A sm-oosthie with their pain pill... what the hell is a sm-oosthie?!"

It took him calling tommy to ask him to tell him.

"Tubbo. It says smoothie and who is this fo-."

He hung up before tommy could finish and made the smoothie.

Your cat was quite cuddly.

When he walked in your cat was on your lap.

"Tubbo? When did you get here?" Oh yeah it was a surprise.

"Not too long ago. Your parents left and asked me to help."

He was doing it in all good.

But he scared you so badly.

He bought you a stuffed animal...

It was a huge minecraft bee. And by huge I mean huge.

Like here's the stuffed animal.

Ignore the child. I wished there was a better picture.

But yeah you get the point.

Tubbo may not know how to help you fully but he's trying.

Tommy came to visit with wilbur and phil.

Tommy was meeting up with them and you lived close to wilbur.

When they saw you laid up in bed, tubbo trying to find out how to help with your medication phil kinda went father mode.

You got homemade soup to take your meds.

Tubbo was quite happy to see you smiling and lightly laughing.

When they left you felt better.

Tubbo may not know how to do alot but he tried his best. And you loved every moment.

You got you best friend to help you. And nothing was better then that.

Ranboo

Ranboo spent the night and all you guys could do was joke about the pain.

The jokes were quite self deprecating too.

All night you guys were up.

You couldn't sleep because of the pain and he didnt want to sleep due to the fact he didnt want you to be alone.

So you two were sleep deprived and your parents were concerned. But understood you two didnt want the other to feel bad.

After you healed a bit your parents got called into work. Leading to you spending a few days over there.

Ranboo streamed a recorded with you in the back ground.

He forgot you were there once and he turned on face cam. There you were in the background nose deep into a book while wearing one of his hoodies.

You were freezing and your shirts were a bit too tight.

He just gave you one of his and that was that.

"Whis in the background?"-dono

"In the background?" He turned around to see you just reading your book.

"Oh. That's one of my friends. They had a surgery a week ago."-ranboo

He turned to you, "(y/n) say hi to stream."

Looking up you waved.

"My gay mind went brrr at the idea of no sacks of fat. Now body do the big pain."-(y/n) 2021

It brought a laugh to ranboo and his chat.

You joked through the pain. It was funny.

Dream

What is this I see? He's a simp indeed.

Low key he's answering your beck and call.

He's smothering you in love.

It may not be physical affection but it is still affection.

Your hoodies are replaced with his.

They are huge and comfy.

He saw something online that reminded him of you.

He said it was cute and decided you needed it.

You loved it. It helped you sleep.

Since sapnap lives with him he sends in sapnap sometimes because he's recording or has to get something that wasn't in the house.

Also when you found the zipper you unzipped it and found dream stashed some gift cards and little trinkets in it. Along with a note.

'Knew you would of found this.'-Clay

It shocked you kind of.

But you loved it. It was quite comforting that he gave his affection in these ways still.

Even if it wasn't physically.

Patches is on you 24/7.

She's cuddling you and being very gentle on you.

Low key she won't leave you though, she's following you everywhere, on your lap, sitting there when your on the toilet.

She's clingy. More clingy then before.

But it warmed your heart.

If george visits then he'll see a little gremlin making a b line to the bathroom.

All because the pain made your stomach feel upset.

And you hadn't eaten anything because of pain.

Dream is quick to rush in and see what's wrong.

You were sitting on the ground in the bathroom. Needless to say it didnt end well and you hated it.

"Baby. Do you want me to get you a smoothie and your pain meds?" You were grateful.

After leaving the bathroom you lightly hunched over you noticed the British man in your living room.

You watched his videos.

You waved lightly with a smile.

"Oh sorry (y/n) I didnt tell you george was coming did i?"

Your look told it all.

"Sorry you have to see me like this." You had the urge to apologize.

"No dont be sorry. Surgery is painful."-george

With a small nod you went back to your room and relaxed.

George

He didnt know what to do at all.

He answered your requests.

But he didnt know why you needed that thick ass blanket in the middle of the summer.

But now you have it.

Your stuffed animal that was left in the living room?

It's in your arms by your side.

He's sad it wasn't him in your arms but understood it would cause you pain.

He just lightly lays in your lap.

It brought you comfort and him comfort.

Your germilin ass tended you get up and walk at the weirdest time too.

3am?

Your are going to get a snack.

5am?

You are on your way to the toilet.

7am?

Your once more in the kitchen getting something to eat with your pain pill.

George slept through it and was confused when you weren't in bed like the doctors told you to.

He's quite meticulous with your meds and eating habits.

He doesn't push but makes sure you have something with that pill.

Hell try to help you with your bandages. But sometimes got queasy at the blood and stuff.

It was okay with you though.

You didnt mind that due to the fact that you too got queasy as well.

I think you guys sleep through this alot.

Wilbur and tommy visited.

You was shocked and confused when they had a few get well soon gifts.

Tommy got you a small fidget toy, just something to do with your hands sometimes.

Wilbur got you a few books and a small stuffed toy.

It was a orca.

You loved it but still loved the one that george got you.

He got you a little wooloo one.

It was something that was soft and easy to cuddle.

But the books wilbur gave you were amazing.

It gave you something to do for a long while. And it gave george some more cuddle time.

Other than not knowing what to do george was a great source of comfort.

Sapnap

Sapnap is a bit more experienced with it.

Kind of knowing what to do and all together he just know more then most people.

There is a regular schedule for you meds and so called meals, he changes out the dog pads if he notices them dirty. He knows how to maneuver himself next to you so there was no pain.

He also sucked up that he would be overwhelmingly hot and sat next to you under the blanket.You weren't nearly as cold because of that.

Also since sapnap lives with dream I imagine that dream pops in some times and so does patches.

You all were probably best friends as children. And people always thought that you and dream would get together.

Only because you two were more touchy.

But you saw him as an older brother, and took a liking to sapnap.

Dream was really suportive and saw you as a little sibling.

Dream probably saw you not doing to well and made you something to eat and brought your pain medication.

That was because sapnap was sleeping next to you.

Patches curled up between to two of you and dream brought in something you hadnt seen before.

A roll away bed.

This mother fucker got a whole new bed just so he could sleep in the same room as you and sapnap.

"Sapnap is a heavy sleeper. What if you need something?" He was correct.

You woke up to pain and discomfort.

Dream woke up but sapnap didnt.

You were mainly cold though...

How the hell were you cold with this man radiating radiation the heat of a thousand suns?

No clue. But probably the anesthesia since you were in sapnap room dream just opened the closet and tossed his hoodie to your lap.

You woke up sapnap when you put on the hoodie on accident.

He pushed up against your shoulder a bit more and draped his arm over your lap.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap mumble made you stiffen up. Dream seemed to fall back to sleep too.

"Just a bit cold." He lightly nodded into your neck.

"Mmmmmm. How though."-sapnap

"I dont fuckin know."-(y/n)

He let out a sleep chuckle and seemed to fall asleep again.

You just sat there. Patches and sapnap on you lap technically.

Sapnap woke up and made you breakfast at some point. You were in and out of it due to barely any sleep.

Dream woke up as well. You didnt even know when they left. But patches stayed with you.

Those weeks you were treated the best with these two with extra cuddles from patches.

I didnt know there was a max amount of paragraphs. But hey I guess it's something you find out sooner or later. So there is going to be a part 2. Including some character I missed.

#wilbur x reader #georgenotfound x reader #jschlatt x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #tommyinit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #mcyt fluff #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt

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lightsovermonaco · 3 years

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Speed and Stress: Part 2

Masterlist

Thank you to @acollectionofficsandshit for betaing, your comments on this one were unhinged gold

Word Count: 3.1k

Recommended Vibes: “Perfect Day” by Tundra Beats

Part 1

Your brother was late. Not that anyone was surprised.

“Got the time mixed up,” he says as you climb into his absurdly tall truck. Living in Texas for three years had turned him into somewhat of a country boy, though not enough that he forgot his upbringing. He was still a blue blooded Los Angeles boy, just with a love for trucks and longhorn cattle.

“At least I wasn’t waiting for an hour this time,” you say and sling your bag to the backseat. Deciding to get right to the good stuff, you clasp your hands together. “So! I have some news.”

Hunter grins at you. “You finally found a job?”

You roll your eyes and shoot him a pointed look. “No, dipshit. Better than that. I got us paddock passes for the whole weekend.”

“WHAT?” He jerks the wheel, horns honking at you as other drivers swerve. You grab the dash to steady yourself, laughing at his outburst. “Do you know how hard it was for me to get general admission tickets? How the hell did you get paddock passes?”

“May have met someone pretty high up at McLaren in Los Angeles,” you say, examining your nails.

“Like, Zak Brown? You met Zak Brown?” Hunter was such a fan boy, you had to laugh. His love for McLaren ran so deep he practically bled blue and orange. The only reason you watched the sport was because of him shoving it down your throat for years, but damn if you weren't glad for it.

“Daniel Ricciardo.”

Hunter choked on air but managed to stay in his lane this time. “And you waited until now to tell me?”

“I didn’t know it was him when I met him! He was on a motorcycle and I stopped to help film a tiktok and then-”

“Of course you’d stop,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You’re a sucker for bikes.”

“Yeah well, lucky that I am, cause all I had to do was flirt to get us those passes.”

Your intention had never been to take advantage of Daniel. It was more the opposite in fact; you were just living in the moment and capitalizing on the once in a lifetime opportunity to flirt with your celebrity crush. You had to admit, it turned out better than you'd ever thought it would.

“I can’t believe you seduced Daniel freakin’ Ricciardo,” he says, shaking his head. “You astound me.”

“I didn’t seduce him!” You protest.

"Sorry my bad. You charmed him. That sound better?"

You roll your eyes. "Whatever. I damn near had a heart attack when I figured out it was him but he was kind enough to let me brush it off."

"Well, thank god for your two-wheeled obsession because without it, we would be watching the prix from the nosebleeds."

You laugh and shake your head. Hunter tended to have a poor filter when he was excited and tended to spew whatever was on his mind. "Just watch your tongue this weekend, alright? I'd rather embarrass myself than have you do it for me."

Hunter gives a mock salute. "Yes ma'am."

**********

You'd stuffed five different outfits in your bag in preparation for the grand prix weekend. In theory, it shouldn't be hard to decide what to wear. But Friday morning you changed clothes so many times you lost count. No matter what combination you tried you weren't satisfied.

Finally, you give up and settle on a McLaren polo and denim shorts. Simple and comfortable, but form fitting enough to catch Daniel's eye should you run into him.

You knew you shouldn't, but you pull out your phone to text him anyway.

Thanks again for the tickets. Let me know if you've got any free time so I can properly thank you!

You hit send before your brain has the chance to overanalyze the message. You check your phone obsessively the entire drive to the circuit, only half expecting a response. You tuck your phone in your pocket when you get to the gates, determined not to let it get to you. Daniel warned you he would be busy, and you knew that responding to you was likely on the low end of his list of priorities.

Hunter gets you to the circuit a half hour before they let fans in and you have to listen to him ramble about driver stats the entire time. Normally you don't mind; guessing who's most likely to win each Sunday is something of a competition in your household. But today, you couldn't focus enough to put any thought into your prediction, instead just blurting Daniel's name.

"You're only saying that cause he's into you," Hunter says, grinning savagely. "He struggles in Austin and you know it."

"So? He's in a McLaren this year. You saw his pace in Bahrain, and that was with a damaged floor! He'll podium for sure." You cross your arms and return his grin. "Besides, he's motivated."

"Oh, is he?"

"I told him I'd buy the winner of the United States grand prix a drink. Up to him whether it's him or Verstappen."

"Oh my god you have a date with Daniel Ricciardo?"

"Dude, chill out. It's not set in stone. Honestly, he's probably forgotten that I exist."

"Has he texted you?"

You glance down at your phone and are greeted with an empty inbox. "No. Not after the initial time so I could have his number." You shrug and pick an invisible piece of lint from your arm. "But he said he'd be too busy anyway."

"Guess we'll see once we get to will call, huh? If he's forgotten about you."

"Yeah." An odd feeling rolls through you. It feels a bit like nerves mixed with hope, but you stamp down on it. You were here to enjoy yourself. The trip of a lifetime had been handed to you on a golden platter and you were wont to let something as trivial as nervousness ruin it.

Bells chime as you step into the blissfully cool will call office. A blonde woman with a bit too much blush dusted on her cheeks greets you with a smile.

"What can I do for you?"

"Picking up some tickets that were left for me by a driver?" You try, unsure of the proper procedure. "I don't have a paper or anything."

She waves a hand in the air as if she expected as much. "All I need is your identification. They should be under the name."

"Oh uh, of course." You motion for Hunter to hand over your wallet and show the woman your driver's license.

"Great. Wait here and I'll grab those for you."

You drum your fingers on the desk while waiting for her to return. After what feels like ages she re-emerges empty handed.

"I'm not seeing anything here with your name on it," she says, her plastic smile at odds with her sincerity. "I'm afraid your tickets aren't valid until Sunday."

"Can you double check? Daniel said they'd be here-"

"So sorry. There's no record of anyone dropping tickets off for you."

You blink, holding your tongue in the face of her blunt response. "Okay. I guess ill try and get it sorted out."

Hunter breaks the tension. "Can't you call him?"

"I can't just call him, I'm sure he's busy."

"Either that or we don't get in. Just do it, he gave you his number and specifically told you to let him know if there were any problems, didn't he?"

Yes he had, but that didn't mean you wanted to disturb him. He was probably knees deep in some sort of race weekend press conference or drivers meeting and heaven forbid you interrupt. But it was either that or you slink home disappointed and empty handed.

"Fine," you grumble, pulling out your phone with deliberate slowness. Hunter crosses his arms and tips his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well?"

"It's dialing, you good for nothing busybody-"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to call," Daniel answers, voice radiating sunshine.

You cut right to the chase, not giving yourself a single second to evaluate how your heart skips. "Look, I don't wanna distract you on a race weekend but I'm at will call and they're telling me they can't find any passes left for me."

"Let me guess," he starts, raising his voice to be heard over the pneumatic tools in the background, "You're dealing with Jenny?"

Your eyes fall to the name on the woman's lanyard. She shifts under your gaze like she knew exactly who you were on the phone with. "Yep. Spot on."

"Kinda figured she would be a problem. She's got a huge crush on me and does this every time."

You fight back the strange sensation his offhand comment brings to the surface. "Oh, really?"

"I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes or so."

"Oh you don't have to-"

"Hey, no big deal. I gotta go that way anyway."

"Uh, okay. See you soon?"

"Yup. On my way."

You hang up and stare down at the phone, stunned.

"Well?" Hunter asks.

"I guess he's coming here to sort it out himself."

He blinks rapidly and shakes his head. "Hold on. Are you telling me that I get to meet Daniel? Like right now?"

"Can you relax?" You laugh lightly. "Honestly you're gonna freak him out."

"Uh, yeah sure. No big deal, just meeting one of my favorite drivers in the minus five minutes and I'm completely unprepared. It's fine."

If you roll your eyes any harder they'd pop out of your head. "Relax. He's laid back, but I don't want you to freak out and embarrass us both."

"Excuse me," Jenny breaks in, her distaste clear. "Please move aside if you're not picking up passes."

"Er, yeah. Sorry." You shuffle awkwardly off to the side to wait. Cheesy elevator music plays and Jenny shoots you glares until the door squeaks open and the human incarnation of the sun steps inside. Your breathing stutters when the Australian shoots you a wink and a grin before sauntering up to the counter.

"Why hello there Jen," he says, and she giggles coyly.

"Hi Daniel." She lays a hand on his forearm, the touch light and flirty. "What can I help you with?"

Daniel leans into her, whispering conspiratorially. Whatever he says has her bold smile faltering, replaced by a mask of professional cheer. Daniel shoots you another wink as the woman retreats to a back room, returning moments later with your supposedly missing passes.

"Thank you," Daniel says sweetly, taking them from her and turning to you. "I think these are yours."

"Thanks." You take the passes and hand one off to your awestruck brother. You nudge him and he comes to his senses in time to shake the hand Daniel sticks out.

"You must be the brother," he says. "I see you're a fan."

Dressed head to toe in McLaren colors, there was no other conclusion for Daniel to draw. For once your brother is the one stunned into silence so you answer for him, "Yeah, only a little. He was crushed when you left Red Bull cause Max is his other favorite driver and now he has to split his loyalties between teams."

Dan's laugh snaps Hunter out of his trance. "I know you're busy but do you think you can sign something for me?"

"Of course. How about this?" Daniel snatches the hat from Hunter's head and produces a sharpie from his pocket, signing the brim with practiced efficiency.

"He'll be texting the group chat about that as soon as you're gone," you tell Daniel who laughs along with you.

Heat rises to your cheeks as Daniel's assessing gaze sweeps you from head to toe. "McLaren orange looks good on you."

Channeling his easy confidence you flash him a grin. "Not as good as it looks on you."

He smooths the hem of his soft shell jacket, smile turning bashful. "Anyway. I gotta run. See you Sunday after I win!"

Your eyes follow him as he jogs back through the paddock until he's swallowed by the crowd. You sigh, shifting your weight from foot to foot. God, he was gorgeous. And he had such a big heart. It was a shame someone hadn't snatched him up yet, but then again, that meant you still had a shot, even if it was a slim one.

"So where exactly do these get us?" Hunter toys with the lanyard now placed around his neck. "It doesn't say."

"I'm guessing the McLaren lounge," you say and point to the logo on the passes. "Above the garage."

"That's the perfect vantage point for practice."

And it was the perfect view- before getting in the car Daniel walked out into the pit, suited up in his cobalt racesuit and minty helmet and glanced up. You weren't sure if he saw you or not when you waved but he gave a little salute nonetheless.

Hunter was practically glued to the bank of floor to ceiling windows for the entirety of free practice, immersing himself in the experience. You found yourself glancing at the timing tables every lap, silently hoping to see the RIC tag move up. By the end of the second session he had been fourth fastest, a few tenths behind both Mercedes and the Red Bull of Verstappen.

By the time you make it back to Hunter's house, you're both exhausted from a full day of running up and down the paddock. The pair of you had been determined to soak up every second of it, sneaking into whatever offices you could and stealing bites off the buffets and cups of coffee.

Saturday’s free practice and qualifying session pass in a blur of color. Daniel drags his McLaren up the ranks to qualify fourth, his best starting position so far this season. He had a decent shot at the podium- Bottas should be easy pickings and if Verstappen and Hamilton made any mistakes, Daniel might even have a shot at the win.

The excitement in the air is palpable as you both flash your badges and head back up the now familiar path to the McLaren lounge. An hour before lights out, the v6 engines rumble to life below. You venture out onto the balcony, watching and waiting for a glimpse of Daniel.

The Aussie does you one better by walking out, race suit on and helmet in hand. He chats animatedly with Michael before stopping and craning his neck upwards. Michael nudges him with his elbow but Dan ignores him, answering your tiny wave with a wink. He mimes taking a drink and you roll your eyes.

Dan throws his head back and laughs, audible over the cacophony below. He gives you one final salute before Michael drags him back into the garage.

Ten minutes later cars begin streaming out on track, Daniel taking the fourth grid place as his mechanics once again swarm him. Tire blankets are secured, keeping them warm and pliable ahead of the formation lap. Thirty seconds before the boys are released, they're peeled back off as everyone scrambles off the pavement. Verstappen leads them away down the 3.4 mile track for the formation lap. Dan does a few small power slides before taking his place on the second row.

One by one, the red lights illuminate and disappear quicker than your blink. Daniel gets away clean while Bottas stumbles out of the gate, leaving himself wide open for Daniel's overtake on his right side. Cheers erupt around you, your brother going so far as to lift you off your feet.

Maybe Dan had a shot at winning after all.

A nail-biting 38 laps pass without a change in the order of the top three. Finally, a mistake in Max's pit stop sees him return to track third, just behind Daniel. The McLaren driver puts up the fight of his life, late braking at every corner and defending his position for all he was worth. Lewis was twenty seconds ahead- he wouldn't be winning but he could defend his second place spot.

Lewis Hamilton, race winner for the seventh time at the Circuit of the Americas!

Daniel Ricciardo crosses the line second, Max Verstappen takes home that last podium step for Red Bull. An astonishing fifty six laps here today in Austin!

The box erupts around you, a roar of cheers making it impossible to hear what else Crofty and Brundle were saying. But it didn't matter as Daniel raises his fist when he swings back into parc ferme, jumping out to be congratulated by his team. It was his first podium for the papaya team and you can tell it means the world to them.

"Looks like you're taking Lewis out for a drink," your brother teases. "Told you he wouldn't win."

"He almost won," you counter. "But hey, I'm not above asking Lewis on a date. Could you imagine? I mean, he would never agree, but still. It would be a hell of a date."

If you crane your neck from the balcony, you can just barely see the podium. Everyone goes quiet for the anthems and erupts again when the champagne is sprayed. The McLaren team chant for a shoey, which Daniel obliges. He sits to unlace his mint green boot and pours champagne into it, drinking from the boot before passing it to Max who joins in on the fun.

Just as quickly as it began, the celebrations ebb. Daniel is the first to leave the podium which seems odd, given that the PR department surely wants his first big win for the team to be well documented.

Your phone buzzes a second layer. You fish it out of your pocket, a Cheshire grin splitting your face.

"Shouldn't you be busy celebrating?"

"I am," Dan starts, sounding breathless. You can barely hear him over the sound of the crowds chants behind him. "But I want to celebrate with you. I know I didn't win, but how about you let me buy you a drink instead?"

You barely hear anything beyond his first sentence. I want to celebrate with you. Were you dreaming? There was no way this was real.

"Um, I'm sorry, you want to celebrate by going out with me instead of your team?"

"If you'll let me. Hey- just text me okay? I can barely hear you over everyone screaming my name. It may be going to my head."

You laugh, drawing the attention of the vip's nearest you. You give an apologetic smile and move further from the crowd. "I'll text you an address. See you later, second place."

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arechickensreal · 2 years

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game night with the our life crew headcanons? you can use any kind of games u want to write abt

(For this one i did both video games and board games cuz yea. This one was fun to imagine lolol. I hope you enjoy the headcanons!)

✿ Our Life headcanons: game night edition ✿

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~video games~

Lots of yelling happens. Both out of rage, fear, and happiness.

Liz & Terry are both god at mario kart and they are very competitive with each other (I mentioned this in a different post)

Terry probably mains waluigi, yoshi, or toad

Liz mains daisy. Idk that's the only character I can picture her using.

Derek is really good at fighting games like super smash bros and street fighter

He probably mains Incineroar or Bayonetta in smash(don’t ask abt this one i just get a vibe)

Cove is also probably decent at Smash. (probably mains either pikachu, rosalina, or maybe link(?))

He would probably be really good if you and him play together regularly

Cliff likes playing video games with people, but isn't too competitive.

Kyra, Lani, and Pam don’t really know much abt video games, but if you show them then they’ll be down to play

As I've mentioned before, Pam and Lani get REALLY competitive, and once you get them to play, they are unstoppable.

I feel like Baxter isn't the type of person who plays video games regularly. He’s pretty average at them tho.

honestly just glad that you decided to include him in game night.

~board games~

Once again, lots of yelling.

I’ve talked abt it before but Liz, Pam, and Lani are all extremely competitive on game night

Cove doesn’t play a lot of board games, but he still enjoys playing them

Liz is the best at Jenga

Cliff obliterates everyone at cards. The only time he ever loses is if he loses on purpose. (this ones kinda canon tho)

Out of everyone, Cove is the closest to beating him. He’s normally not very competitive with games and stuff, but he’s very competitive when it comes to his beating his parents at stuff

As a kid, Liz made Cove cry over monopoly at some point.

Lee and Derek are both actually really good at monopoly

Cove is the first one to run out of money most of the time.

Liz is normally very diligent on the rules, but is lowkey willing to bend them a little for her own sake. She doesn’t admit it tho.

Miranda likes playing Clue best, and almost always guesses right.

She likes pretending to be a detective

Baxter’s better at board games than he is video games

He’s also probably really good at Clue.

Him and miranda are lowkey at each other’s throats throughout the game

Terry and Miranda always have the best answers for Cards Against Humanity

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OK THIS GAVE ME THE IDEA OF OUR LIFE CHARACTERS PLAYING D&D SO IM GONNA GET TO WRITING THIS ASDJNSBDVABSNVSFA

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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SERENDIPITY.

(n), beautiful accidents turning out in beautiful journeys.

Nothing to explain, just Vampire!harry.

Smut, Smut and Smut.

Masterlist , Let's talk about more vampire H!

Author's Note: This's me just testing waters with my fantasy writing skills. It got deleted at first and I had to write everything again with fat sad tears. Tried my best hope ya'll like it. Reblogs are always appreciated and I kinda deserve it for this one *sheepishly*

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Y/N interrupts Harry amidst his meal and ends up him clinging to her.

Kittens. One hell of the beasty creatures they're. You'd give them your heart but they'll prefer their two hours sleep over it. Such type of beasty wee landed Y/N into such situation. She's been searching for Meowsie her cat for fifteen minutes now when she heard a feeble cry of an animal. The tall trees with it's roots snatching at soil - the moon at it's peek. Gasping she crouches down for the rescue of a deer with it's fur wrenched in blood.

When she does so her eyes struck at the sleekness of a pair of loafers stubbing yellow leaves under it. A groan of annoyance whirling in air and gulping she rakes her eyes to find a tall, swiney man staring down at her in offence like she disturbed him.

He's gorgeous. Features that of greek sculpture with silk kissing it, eyes –well she can't figure them out in her fear. "Who're ye'!?" He snarls and she toppled back on her bum with a squeak, "Aish. should be asking you the same." She shuts her eyelids. He thinks she's very stupid for leisuring in an abnomished forest at this hour of night when every creature's ready to strangle her alive.

"Who're you?" She emphasizes each word grabbing the broken branch and pointing it towards him mustering some courage not letting her brave cascade waver.

His first instinct was to say that he's vegan. But, why should he when he's not. He doesn't like lying.

He steps from under the shadows of trees rims glimmering under the beautiful moonlight, "Could be anythin' ye'r little brain's been thinkin' of." He smirks towering her and scrambles back. Her facial expressions blown out more from the fright he's causing.

Poor little thing.

Before, he could fill in her curiosity his prey escapes into darkness gaining his attention. He growls throwing his head at his shoulders — Harry isn't that of tantrum throwing person (a practice of one hundred year has taught him that bitterness brings you nothing) but he's been devastatingly hungry and the feeding clubs grossed him out.

The smell of grinding bodies, sweat and the combination of different human's blood makes him sick to core rubbing his appetite away. He's bored of them.

Her sweet glazing auroma calls him to trap her and take a succulent bite out of her but before that she benefited the opportunity running away from him exiting the dark forest only to find Meowsie snuggling inside her bed.

"You batty creature!" She huffs, "No wonder I'd be found – dead one day because of you."

With whoever; she bumped in the forest wasn't human at all Y/N thinks.

. . .

She's been fighting her sweet tooth for so long but it's not helping her. She muttered a fuck it before lecturing Meowsie, "No sneaking." When Meowsie meowed bobbing her head she cheered, "Good baby." Like a proud momma.

It was success. Reaching the nearest store and buying the oreo yogurt to savour it immediately. When she strolled outside gloomy vibe hit her causing her nerves to shudder winter chillness freezing her toes.

The cup hits the pavement and she emits a loud scream as a brutal force rams her in a brick wall.

A groan of pain rumbling in her chest and she shuts her eyes as a shadowy demon creeps up her calves agonisingly trying to pop her in two.

Counting on her death when it screeches in horrifying noises being ripped into bits and pieces mercilessly. When she squints her eyes open she finds the mossy jade eyes peering down at her more pissed than he was in the forest, "do ya humans don't sleep at night? Or are ye' a mouse that steals good-ys at night?" He traps her head with his hands on either side of wall and she grumbles at his insult of calling her human. But isn't it what she is? A human?

"I -- don't be mean." She pouts hissing at the dull ache in her legs and he sighs voice getting gentler, "Can ye' walk?" When she nods he scoffs with a thick accent lips quirking and nose scrunching. He wanted to leave her at it but the scared look on her tightened his chest and he felt his responsibility to walk her home safe and invest if she got hurt.

"No you can't!" He winds his arms around her encouraging her to put all of her weight on his side as he walks her. "Who're you. And how did ya do that?" She asks with a timid voice. He doesn't want to scare her away but the truth's he's been keeping an eye on her for days. Muttering a curse to himself whenever she'd have her nightly visits without a care for herself. Silly human.

"Harry." He replies without a care and if it wouldn't be for the pain she's feeling she'd have never let him inside her home. "I can't even eat my yogurt in peace 'cos of you Harry." She reproaches as he sits her on sofa taking her ankles and putting them over his knees.

[That's how I felt when you interrupted my meal you little pesty thing he wanted to mutter but held back.]

Taking out the potion Nana gave him that heals painful scars.

"It'll hurt a bit little mouse." He murmurs pulling out the cork of bubble shaped bottle she flinches, "Don't call me that!" Staring at the way her ripened gnashes disappears in beautiful spirals. "Then stop acting like a coward-y mouse." He stands up looking down at her slumpy with sleep. He shushed her, "'s okay. . ." with each dab feeling sorry for exposing her to his world and now the demon who was manifested without a precise spell thought they're co-related kept lingering around her and well he couldn't leave such an innocent girl to be harmed by evils.

"Not gonna tuck ye' in bed, now." He stands up chin doubling raising his hands in defence albeit he's privy for such actions. Too domestically affectionate for him.

"Please." She doesn't want to be here on uncomfortable sofa and wants to snuggle inside her blankets. "Fine." He rolls his eyes not giving heed to the angelic details of her home for that it'll create a soft spot in his heart for her.

His body swimming in her scent once stepping inside her room and he tucks her under quilts grabbing Meowsie akwardly and putting her beside Y/N so she could cuddle with her. He stares her for time and Y/N doesn't hear door shutting and he's out of her bleary vision in a tick

. . .

White swarms over the crimson in hues with yummy smell spreading everywhere along with the waves of Y/N melodic hum. Meowsie tries to rip the muffin batter and Y/N smacks her paw away ending up having a standoff stare competition with her in the kitchen.

She literally heard her saying mean mommy.

Y/N thoughts are all over the place. All she could think of is his's stupid beautiful face and they way his gentle touch made her feel floffy from muscles. He shouldn't pesk her like that. The white chocolate chip pops and she was about to see if they were done when a rasp crawled in her ear making her jump and causing the pyrx bowl to hit the oak counter, "Been thinkin' of meh, lil mouse?"

"What the fuck. Harry!" She spins sending him into fits of laughter with squeaky scream.

"Not funny. Don't you guys not go somewhere unless invited?" She gasps putting her hand atop her heart and Harry's eyes follows her commotion, "'course we do. Got some manners 'n shite." He scoffs with cupid bow quirked up and nose scrunched.

"Then where are your manners now?" He smirks at that leaning at her level, "You manifested me s' hard it broke rules." Heat splashes on her cheeks and she notices the intricate details of his features finding them dull and sick than his prior glow. She gasps in shock taking his hands leading him to sofa and sitting him with a push to his shoulders.

"God. You look terrible what happened?" He gives out a smile at her care throwing his head into headboard cushions, as she scrambles back to kitchen to take out muffins from oven she asks worriedly proper concerned for his health, "Would you like something?"

A warm mug of delicious bubbling blood thank you very much.

He wanted to mutter but his throat went dry from the headache making him all dizzy. He's been death starving for days now cause his appetite seems to vanish and tongue wouldn't accept any kind of blood since the day he smelled the gush of crimson running inside her veins.

"Can I bite you?" He regrets the moment it slipped from his tongue. Y/N doesn't seem to mind instead mulls about it for a moment putting two warm hot cocoa milk and red velvet muffins on the lil coffee table.

"Will it keep you alive?" When Harry closed his eyes in gentle affirmation she cranes her neck to side like she has seen in many movies. "Okay. Go then." He smiles weakly taking her fingers ever so tenderly in his hold and ushering her in his lap.

"If you wouldn't mind — it'll be more comfortable like this. ." She just nods knees bended on either side of his thighs and his mouth waters at her appetizing sweet smell. He rakes his nose along the curve of her neck swearing that she's made of puddle of how soft her skin's. His senses wrecking havoc as his fangs glistens at the surface grazing against the barrier of her sensitive spot.

"Aa-a!" She cries out and He pulls her back anxiously brows kinking, "Didn't even bit yet."

"Surprised is all." She confesses shyly and Harry shakes his head with a silly smile letting her fist the hem of his shirt tight as he wrapped his arm around her waist smushing her closer to him and keeping her head in one place stopping her from squirming..

"Ticklish baby mouse ye're." Saying this he pushes his fangs into her flesh and she created a mousey noise head lulling. He gives out a moan-y growl at the taste of first droplet hitting his tongue. He doesn't think he could stop from now on. She tastes like the nectar birds of heaven could feed on.

His body coming to life. Inners feeling fresh as ever again.

She feels float-y. Like taking a nap over clouds and letting the zephyr cocoon her and she stuffs her face in the crook of his neck breathing him happily with a loopy smile.

This's oddly satisfying and calming. He wants to take care of her. She's a beacon he always wants to keep protected from the storm. He gasps feeling himself nourished all over again after days of starvation. Lapping at the shiny drops of what's left making her giggle and he could easily recognize that smell. Of her arousal.

She's all worked up in his embrace snuggling closer to him. He has been in this position with many people before but once they serve his purpose they'd been walked away to take care of.

"Don't go lost on me little mouse y'need to eat somethin'." He settles her over his thigh taking the mug and muffins.

Tearing it in two and bringing it to her mouth as she lays her head against his shoulder. He sighs happily feeling full as she nibbled slowly, "Thank you." He wipes the crumbs from the corner of her lips feeling the petalness of them and wondering what he shouldn't be wondering at all. "'S okay." She quips with cracky voice making Harry chuckle and sipping onto his own warm milk.

. . .

Harry didn't know a human could attract him like a magnet to metal. She manifested him once and now he's always at her cosy home, he likes the radiance of sunshine that promises from her presence. They watch movies till the clock doesn't strike six in the morning, have secret rendezvous hidden from the eye of normal people at the places Y/N has never been, he has his weekly bites from her and in return brings her every Oscar Wilde's books from his shelf.

Biting her's the most pleasing yet excruciating part because the way she melts like a honey over him like she depends on him and the sweet smell of her wetness that billows in the room makes Harry gripe at her sides, sometimes drinking more than her petite body could handle. He feels awful after that.

Cuddles her to sleep and makes the walnut pie he learned from his Nana which apparently is a witch (she isn't actually his grandma — he has long forgotten about his real family).

Harry took her to the vampires museum and when her marshmallow lips baubled in astonishment at the wings of Angels displaying on the burgundy wall. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist the whole time eyeing anyone that would look towards her weirdly (humans aren't allowed at vampire premises, but who dares to point a finger at Harry? No one.) One of the reasons he hugged her in a smushing coddling suffocating way to lather his scent all over her leaving her flustered and confused. Y/N has finally met someone that shares the same sleeping schedule as her insomniac ass. "We better leave before they hang me angel here too." His breath was hot against her neck running shivers down her spine.

His words carrying amiability and seductivity causing Y/N to gape at him. Did he just call her his Angel? He definitely did. Annoying leech that's fucking up with Y/N's emotions.

They didn't talk about it at all after that.

Harry did with Nana. Freaking out to her how his emotions are always spiraling for her. That he wants her all to himself. Wants to feel her in ways that's beyond just the touch. Nana just laughed it off and made him eat his coconut pie. He almost choked on his bite. Adam apple bobbing in pain when she cleared to him – that; The they indeed have bonded to eachother.

Her blood runs inside him. His marks are on the most precious spot of her body. Where lovers claim their affection — how could he not feel like that towards her? She's sure that Y/N also feels the same for Harry.

Harry was getting done with some cluster of work when a stab of pain invaded his whole body prickling uncomfortably against his skin. Something's up. He could feel in his bones that his little mouse's not okay. When he goes her home he's met by pure silence making him more anxious than he already is.

He picks Meowsie from the floor rubbing her crown as he steps inside her bedroom. She's layered under many fold blankets in her bed shrinked into a pea and her head perks up when Harry's voice reaches her, "Angel. . ." She throws everything aside tackling him to mattress making him squeak.

He smiles petting her hair as she purrs against his chest fisting the hem of his shirt tightly. "One of those days?" He asks genuinely not stopping his gentle action and she bobs her head vigorously bottom lip wobbling, "Oh my little mouse – c'mere what happened?" His gaze flitting between her's as he cups her cheeks squishing them adorably.

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back, "Then can I bite you?" She just wants to distract herself from the unbearable headche of her history course.

He chuckles breathily at that sighing because could he say no to her? No. He smiles down at her dimples denting in his cheeks, "Kay. Go then." She stuffs her face in the dip of his neck sniffing the marbled beach fragrance of him that of summers I'm December's cosiness. Her teeth grazing at the curve of his pale skin and Harry closes his eyes in anticipation. He feels intimidated by this little human being like no other. His little human.

Her teeth grazing against his cold skin and Harry almost whined letting a moan slip his eyes rolling back into his sockets as she bites him. His hands on her ass twitching to grope at the flesh when his cock stirred with her heat leaking against it. She creates sweet filthy noises succling the mark and "Enough." Harry cleared his throat and the haze in his head bounding her wrists between them pulling pulling her away looking at her sternly when she whines.

"Baby. . talk to me." He caresses her cheek with his knuckles but she ignores his words floating in her all headspace staring the mark she created. Tracing the beautiful hue of love bite with her fingers, "How did it feel?" Harry's eyes flutter with charming smile as he kissed the hand which's not busy memorizing him.

"Like a lil mouse ticklin'" She leans at that kissing her work of art, giving wet little sweet kisses up his jaw palms running down his midriff as she whispered.

"This?" Her hips stuttering with his swell sitting delicious between her panty clad pussy lips, she peers up at him from her under her lashes as her lips rested against the corner of his pillowy full mouth.

"And this?" Test of his patience. "Like I've never felt before." Saying. He smudges his lips against her's in a succulent, sweet and affectionate kiss. Lapping tenderly with his pink wet tongue at her mouth to deepen the kiss squishing her cheeks in the process. Swallowing her whimpers and whines down his throat like she's most precious. She humps his bulging cock with erotic swivels of her hips and Harry griped at her sides to leave blue blemishes in some hours.

He closes his eyes still smiling foolishly resting his temple against her's – noses doing eskimo kisses.

"Can we talk now, what's disturbing my angel?" He tucks her hair back kissing her forehead and she bobs her head embarrassed at her tantrums. "It's silly. 'M gonna fail my history exam." His eyes twinkle, "Just havocin' your brain for this?"

"No worries. I gotcha."

. . .

This's how they ended up like this surrounded by notes and papers. Harry complaining with an unbelievable scuff, "What do they teach ye' kids now days? That didn't happen at all in history." Still ending up helping her with learning which ended up him giving her his slender fingers fucking her with them to let her work for her reward.

"No pet. Wrong answer." He tutted eyes still on the quiz card and it's the sight for sore eyes. She cramps her thighs around his wrist and he curled his fingers rubbing her walls in return as a warning, "Come on lil mouse ye' right there." He leans from the edge of his chair to snatch a chaste kiss from her parted ones.

"189-5?" She mewls not sure of her answer and Harry again pressed his lips against her's murmuring against them driving a third finger inside her and rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, "such an intelligent girl. doin' s' good fo' me – wanna cum?" He bites at her earlobe gripping the quiz cards tightly.

"Yes. Please‐" He cuts her off taking his digits out making her whine and squirm loudly. Sage coloured panties clearly drenched in her slickness as Harry licks her sweet juices like a hungry kitten from his fingers wrapping his magenta lips till his knuckles — if it's a lollipop humming around them vulgarly.

"Harry No!" She huffs making grabby hands at him and he squeezes her bossom thigh to push her down, "Harry yes. Now -- tell me babe where Buddhism originated from?" He wets the pad of his thumb nonchalantly eyeing her playfully and Y/N just wants to kiss that pink pretty tongue as he turned the page around.

She grabs his hand moving them closer to her swollen pussy head falling at his mere graze, "Please." He gives love nibbles at her cheek flickering her clit to tease her.

"What baby?" He murmurs gliding them up and down her slit causing her to rock her pelvis against his touch his freezing fingers adding upto sensation. "Want your fingers." She gasped breathily because before her request Harry was stuffing her back with his fingers massaging the sweet shell of her g-spot.

Her tummy coiling with pleasure and she threw her arms around his neck parted lips pressing against his throat, "Last quiz and then ye' can come all over me fingers." He tells her pinching her thighs. His cock weeping in his pants. The world around them deafening to glitter noises and Harry puts his chin atop her shoulder raising the card infront of her shoulder as she thrashed in his arms.

It was for his last criss-cross of swipe when she gushed all over him with noises that stroked Harry's ego and this time he gave her a hickey coaxing her orgasm from her high, "Hmh. S' warm I could stay inside ye' forever." A sugary smooching voice echoes in room when he kissed the spot between her ear and neck.

Y/N thinks Harry has successfully made a nest in her heart.

. . .

They were flopped over quilts in her bed moon glowing happily in love with them together and Y/N turned in his arms admiring each glimmer of his skin with an awestruck puppy eyes, "You're such an Angel. . .so pretty." He chuckles softly bringing her closer to her chest to hear her heartbeats.

"People think otherwise my mouse." He gives out a 'oof' sound giggling when she climbed up his torso heels of palms pressing against his pecks. "You're for me resting in the depths of ye'r skin — that went through love and sorrows, nourishment and pains until god decided you were meant to be mine. . ." She sucks in a breath cupping his beautiful face to lull it side to side. Harry could bite her whole made of petals and honeycomb she is. He stares her zoning out for a moment.

"Sorry. But seeing ye' with my bites makes me s' hard. . ." He whispers. "Bite me again then." She nuzzles in the crook of his neck pressing her wet crotch down against his hard dick pressing against his zipper.

"So polite and carin'." He grins smacking kisses against the thin skin of her shoulder reaching the mark that's still pudgy and purple. She moans getting him out with shaky fingers and kissing him heatedly in full vigour making slick filthy noises. He slaps her bottom ripping her panties to throw them carefully rubbing his weeping blushed head in between her clenching pussy lips to smudge their arousals.

Whimpers of bliss whirling in air when he slipped inside her slick cunt filling her to brim his balls pressed against her bum, "Fuck. Just how I imagined — tight 'n snug. I love ye'r cunt baby." He gritted grinding his pelvis against her's in slow teasing motion hitting one spot continuously.

"Feels good. . ." She cries softly thighs quivering by his sides and he wrapped his hand around the nape of her to bring her down for another passionate kiss, "Would ye' bond to meh? Huh - lemme cum inside ye'r pretty pussy? Make it mine?" He mumbled wet-ly against her lips sucking her lower one to make it all plump and pinkish.

"Make me yours." She gives out a squeaky whimperish moan when at her words he licked his mark biting it. Her walls creamping around his cock to feel each, ridge and thick vein and she turned a loopy butterfly in his arms.

"Ye' can't cum unless I give ye' permission and I've had plenty to drink. . ." He growls grabbing her jaw eyes turning oyrx and she wipes her own blood from his mouth to press her thumb against his tongue letting him suck. Now, she doesn't have one mark only it's plenty that of flowers scattered on canvas.

He stretches his legs wide toes curling holding her down from her hips to fuck into her with rough mind forging thrusts, "Yes!" Y/N whispers with hoarse throat that she hasn't spoken from months.

"Cum fo' me. Over me cock baby wants to feel ye' Angel." He moans fondling her breasts in his large calloused palms smauching kisses at very skin he could find to shower his love to. Y/N comes a wave of shiver running from her soles to head as she just created noises straight out of porn.

Her creaming around him. Warm and slick cum dribbling down his balls didn't last Harry too. He came inside her in thick spurts of ribbons leaving blueprints at her arse.

They remained like this for some moments. Cacooned into eachother breathing eachother Harry memorizing her to memorize the memory he could never forget and caresses her cheek with the back of his hand.

He lays her on bed gently slipping out of her shushing her with pecks on mouth when she whined from sensitivity, "Gonna take care of ye' little mouse." He bends her knees kissing them stroking the insides of her shivering thighs to calm her down taking his discarded boxer from side.

"Want you to squeeze baby -— I came alot." She does as he said and he cleans her with his clothe showering her in kisses and praises.

Running a steamy bath with essential lavender and rose oils and bathe salts. Resting her between his legs to feel her skin everytime against his skin.

"I love you. Gonna keep ye' forever." He whispers in the silence of night and she smiled with fuzzy heart. Feeling good and fluttery. "I love you too."

Shrugging she retorts playfully, "I'd be all old and wrinkly but you'd be still this gorgeous now that's unfairrrrr." He just laughs at her cuteness creating obnoxious kissing noises while kissing her face.

"Gross." She mutters bashfully eyeing him and he fake offends tickling her sides causing the water splash from rims, "Wasn't gross when I was fucking your brains out—" She tries to smack him in between laughters.

"Heyyyy."

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