#i so don't want to read this tomorrow and discover just how much i sound like a lunatic :D

[navstuffs]

Hello, first of all, YOUR WRITING IS GOD’S WORK, second of all, I need a second part of “I know it’s thick”, bc that took me out 💀 It was fucking fantastic. And last but definitely not least, you seem very sweet, and like an amazing person, keep up the good work 🥰💕👏✨

"I know it is thick." - Part 2

Pairing: Boss!Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Summary: It is thick, and now you know it.

Warnings tags: SMUT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, blowjob (m receiving), public sex, under-the-desk blowjob while jill is in the room, porn with feelings (sorta), carlos always brazilian in my fics (foda-se capcom ESSE HOMI É DO BRASIL), translations at the bottom

Author's Notes: ANON YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! the idea came to me while reading your ask and i was like WHY NOT? again, bear with me since smut is still a constant work in progress. also thank you so much for your kind words and requesting with me, i hope i deliver! <;3 @cerezzzita aqui miga 💖

part 1 | my carlos's masterlist

You would never have guessed you would end up like this. You see, after sending that text message, you thought you would have been fired or sued for sexual harassment within Carlos's rights.

Not that by late Friday night, you would be doing extra work. And by that, it means your legs spread apart, holding yourself back in the cabinets of the stockroom as your boss Carlos pounds into you, his big hands holding your hips with such strength it would probably hurt tomorrow. Not that you cared: since this whole thing started three weeks ago, you have discovered you had muscles that ached that you didn't even know existed.

As Carlos's ball hit against your ass, the slapping sound sounding pornographic to your ears enough to drive you crazy, you hold onto the cold shelves, your legs barely keeping you steady. Every thrust he gives inside you is more powerful than the other, seeming to reach deeper into you. It had to be that thick cock, you thank mentally. 

"Are you close?" Carlos wonders, and you imagine his bare ass looks delicious, his social pants on the floor.

You moan a pathetic yes and beg Carlos to touch you, and his hands find you, jerking in that delicious way only he could do it. It is unfair how well Carlos knew your body, although this only started a couple of weeks ago.

Three weeks since you stayed late and found out it was really that thick and you could barely fit in your mouth. Three weeks since this man gave you the best orgasm of your life. Three weeks doing extra work time.

With the way he is rubbing you, you don't take long to cum, biting your lips and closing your eyes to hold back a moan. Carlos gives you two final thrusts before you hear him muttering a curse in portuguese as he cums deep inside your walls. You stay silent for a moment, just the sound of your breaths before Carlos pulls out of you, his semen slowly dropping out of you.

You take a second to straighten yourself, your back hurting (it seems you are taking another ibuprofen tomorrow), when you feel Carlos pass a cloth between your legs, cleaning you gently.

"Oh, mhm, thanks?" You say unsure, and he smiles, giving you his handkerchief, with his initials sewn on it.

Carlos stares at you, wanting to say something. You are a little worried about it might be: yes, what you are doing is wrong, and you both know it. You are worried Carlos might want to end this sooner than later; you know he will have to. Or maybe he will finally invite you out? Maybe, you will end up fucking Carlos in a proper bed, not on top or under his desk.

"I will see you later, then." Carlos doesn't wait for your answer, and you ignore the pain in your chest, his handkerchief just the memory he left on you (along, well, with his cum). Again, this would have to end someday, right? It was just sex.

Two days later, you are under Carlos's desk a little after everyone leaves. You see, you went in there to end it all before Carlos could but, somehow, ended up with you on top of his desk, his head on the middle of your thighs. The things Carlos could do with his tongue were skills out of this world, and suddenly you can't remember what you wanted to do here.

You just didn't want him to stop.

So now, you are just repaying for the multiple orgasms from earlier, you tell yourself as his thick cock hits the back of your throat. It had nothing to do with the fact that you loved sucking him, the sight of his strong and hairy tights, hearing Carlos beg for your name, and how this powerful man seemed to melt in your arms because of you.

There is a sudden knock on Carlos's door, and you both seem to freeze. You look up, and Carlos gives you an urgent look, his eyes pleading for you to stay shut. "Please don't say come in," you beg mentally, but the door opens before Carlos can say anything, just with enough time to pull out of your mouth.

"Oh, I am so glad you are still here." Carlos's partner and your other boss, Jill Valentine sounds pissed. Carlos immediately pushes the chair into you, completely hiding your body, causing his dick to get close to your lips.

Jill vents about the challenging project the whole team has been working on, and for your relief, she doesn't pay enough attention to Carlos. Carlos gently tries to keep your head away from his cock, but you don't move. When he looks down in panic, you would have laughed if you could because Carlos knew exactly what was going through your mind.

When you test by licking the tip of his cock Carlos has to hold himself back against the chair, Jill still doesn't seem to notice. You try again, this time swirling your tongue around it, and Carlos curses.

"Puta merda."

"Did you say something?" Jill wonders, and you hold back a laugh.

"Puta merda this project huh, Jill?"

Jill continues her rant as your head goes down into Carlos's cock, slowly and torturous. Your boss has to hold himself into the table, his knuckles turning white as a low whimper dies down in his throat. His hands look for your head, you don't know if to pull you away or push you more down, but you don't stop.

"....and I am telling you, if this doesn't get solved by the end of the week, I swear I will cancel this whole deal!"

"Puta que pariu!"

"Well, I am glad you agree with me!" Jill exclaims, slamming the table. She finally looks at Carlos, who is sweaty, his chest rising up and down as he bites his lips. 

"Carlos, are you okay? You look feverish."

"I-I am fine, Jill. All good. Just sh-sharing your frustrations, that is it."

Jill thinks she heard a strange, slurping noise after Carlos says that, but the sound stops. Her phone rings before she can ask what it is, and she groans, frustrated.

"You know, we shouldn't work this late. Life isn't just work, you know?" Jill expresses, before leaving his office, waving goodbye.

You can hear the door closing, and Carlos roughly pulls out of your mouth. You gulp, anxious, wondering if you finally took too far and Carlos will end it all, when your boss's face appears under the table to stare at you, full of desire.

"You want to play like that? Fine. Let's see how long it takes for you to gag on my cock." Carlos' voice is low and threatening, bringing chills all over your body, especially your heat.

"Challenge accepted, boss."

Puta merda = Holy shit

Puta que pariu = Holyfucking shit

#carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira smut #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira fanfic #carlos oliveira fanfics #carlos oliveira imagine #carlos oliveira imagines #NOT that happy with this (so im sorry in advance anon) #i feel like i could have written much better #carlos cursing in portuguese makes me feel things #request #requests

[apieceofmi]

STRANGERS… or not

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: a stranger in a train that captive her heart, never seen him again… but his face was familiar, maybe that was more than just a connection, maybe she already saw him somewhere. A lot of research and… oh, yeah, she really sees his face before, her and millions of people… it's just sad that he seems so untouchable. Right?

Author’s note: Okay, so part 2 was unexpected, but It's here!! And now I have a few more ideas for this same couple and context… I think there are more coming. Anyway, hope you like it! xx

Part One (You don't have to necessarily read the first part to understand this one, it's up to you)

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Just when I thought that my chances are over, I found him. The stranger I’ve met in a train coming back from my hometown months ago, talked for hours and I left without knowing his name.

I took the same train and visit my parents more times than is good for my mental health, I sat there and wait for him, but got nothing. Then I searched in social media, everywhere I could think of, but it is so difficult to search for something - someone in this case - that you know nothing about. I have an image in my mind, the sound of a laugh, and nothing more. We shared so much that day, but as the days passed it seemed like nothing. Then, when I gave up and convinced myself that I was making it bigger than it should have been, when I accepted that it had become just a great memory, exactly how I wanted it, I found him.

Screaming in my phone, I'm not the only one that think he's a cool guy. I feel kind of stupid when I realize that he's not just an ordinary person, and that's probably why I thought I already knew him that day on the train.

Not a surprise, just me romanticizing my life again.

And maybe that is the reason why I'm doing it again, because I swear that I feel something more around this - him. In my delusion mind, you don't meet someone by chance. You don't screw up the chance you have to really know someone when you feel a special connection with them. Not like I did. Maybe that's the reason that I feel the necessity to just see him again. I don't know what I expect of this, and maybe I should just let it go, but I have friends that are delusional like me, and they support me with this crazy feeling… So, yeah, I listened to all of his band's albums and came to a show - just because it was in my city. It's not like I fight for tickets when I found out that they would be here. Not at all. 

Everything was good, and I was already feeling that coming to the show was the closure that I need to this history when my friend Anna, that came with me, grab my hand while we're exiting the venue.

“Let's wait outside. I know some fans do it, sometimes they stop to take pictures and talk to them.”

I get nervous immediately. I've already seen him, discovered who he is and for me that's enough, I don't have the courage to be in front of him again. I don't want him to think that I'm stalking him and make this role thing uncomfortable. It was supposed to be something nice, just it. Actually, it was just supposed to be a memory. Everything that happened after I left that day shouldn't have happened, I didn't say my name because I didn't want anything to happen. I'm going further than I should, I'm exceeding the limit I drew for myself. It's more than enough.

“No! We can't wait for them!” I protest, thinking in an excuse when Anna looks at me, her eyes narrow, knowing me well enough. “I have to work in the morning.”

“You can miss one rehearsal.”

“I have class tomorrow. I can't miss it, I'm the teacher.” I say, but Anna doesn't take me serious, she knows that I'm having a meltdown right now. “What if they don't even came out? We’re just going to lose time waiting here.”

Squeezing my hand, she smiles at me.

“Then at least you tried.”

So we wait, talk with some people that are waiting there too and it's cool. It's nice. But I can't stop feeling that I'm doing something wrong being here. I don't know, betraying the universe, maybe? I made my choice that day and just because I regret it now, can I just switch sides? 

Uh, no, I don't think so. 

Maybe it's supposed to be just like it was, some nice exchange in the train between strangers. Maybe it supposed for me not saying my name.

I'm almost given up and going home when I see them coming in our direction. Anna has a big smile in her face, her eyes shinning, and I almost can hear her saying - he's here! He's here! - but I just look at her and then at him approaching the others, and I freeze, taking a step back. 

There's another member of the band with him - with I know now that his name is Nicholas - and they start to talking with the little crowed waiting for them. I stay in the corner with Anna, without a clue to how to start this interaction without being a weirdo.

I'm still considering running out of here when his eyes catch me one time. Two times. A little frowning in his face in the third time. What if he doesn't remember me? 

“I know you” he says, his eyes studying mine, coming closer.

“We met at…” But I don't need to finish when his faces changes. He recognizes me. 

“Yes, I remember” he smiles. “You found me.”

I let out a small nervous breath, forcing it into a weak smile.

“It took long enough, but yes. I did found you.”

There’s a grin that won't leave his lips, and I cannot stop staring at it. 

“What's your name?” Yeah, here's the million dollars question.

I finally tell him my name, answering the question I should have answered months ago when I had the opportunity, then had to beg the universe for another chance.

“Well, I’m Noah” he says next.

“Nice to meet you.” I chuckled nervously.

I already know his name, but him saying it to me feels more legit. I think I can finally stop referring to this man in my mind as him or the stranger.

He finally has a name.

“You liked the show?” Noah asks.

“Yes! It was so great!” I rejoiced. “You guys are so talented! I was shocked when I was listening the albums, I'm just… I became a fan.”

The smile in Noah’s lips grows and the shy look in his eyes makes strange things happen in my stomach. I really hope that's not butterflies. It's like something frozen at the moment, at the same time suddenly I'm well aware of the people still around us, hoping for a little more time with the members of the band they came to see. 

Noah gives me a little embrace, catching me off guard when I hear his voice so close.

“You found me, now it's my time” he whispers in my ear.

“I follow you” I replied, the words coming out my mouth like it's an urgency. 

“Great.” he says, stepping back and giving attention to the person next to us.

I look around for Anna, who I didn't even see leaving, she's back at my side in a second.

“How it was?” she asks as we leave. 

“He said he's going to find me” I chuckle. “ I think on social media? I don't know.”

“It would be suspicious if he asked for your number in front of everyone.” She considers. “Or even invite you for, I don't know… their bus” Anna makes a funny face, giving me a side look. “I wouldn’t let you leave with him like that anyway, he’s cute and talented, but he’s still a man.”

I laugh, loving her a little more for taking care of me.

“I wouldn’t abandon you like that.” I say. “Thank you for coming with me.”

"Of course. As if I would miss the chance to help my best friend meet her train crush, who happened to be a fucking rock star." She rolls her eyes, getting into the car.

“It don't even make sense.” I let out a disbelief laugh. “Did you see how many people were there today? This is like impossible, he's famous, a celebrity, I'm not the kind of person…”

“Stop it right now.” She interrupts me. “He's a person just like you are. Yes, he's talented and is in a band that obviously is getting bigger every second, but it doesn't mean anything. He's human. You're human. It's all we need.”

“You're right, I'm thinking too much again.” I say, starting the car. “At least I tried.”

I'm already home getting ready to sleep when a notification came on my phone. A message on Instagram from an account with a peculiar profile pic. I don't make a ceremony and open it right away.

“I can't believe that I spend two hours talking with you that day and don't ask your name first thing!” 

“I swear, I'm not like this in normal situations”

“You got me nervous”

I bite my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from smiling.

“I'm sorry for not saying my name when you asked. I regret it every day since I left.” 

“Two fools”

“How did you found me? I tried to look for you but get nothing”

“Well, I'm not as popular as you”

“A video of the band randomly appeared on my timeline, I think I talked about the guy on the train so much to my friends that the algorithm took pity on me and threw it in my face.”

“For once social media did something right”

“So… You're going to stay in town or…?”

“No. We already left”

“I didn't want to expose you out there earlier, but if you get me your number, I can let you know when I'm around?”

“I'll understand if you don't want to, my life can be a little crazy sometimes.”

There's no hesitation in my answer.

“I really want to know better the guy that I met on the train three months ago and can't stop wondering about, so… Yes, If that's okay for you.”

“Great. I've searched for you in every city that we go to since that day, can't wait to properly get to know you too, stranger.”

So I sent my number.

And God, I should have known I was in trouble the moment I got that first message from him. As the days went by, I realized that I was crazy to think that Noah was untouchable just because of what he does for a living, he has become the funniest and sweetest person I know.

We're definitely not strangers anymore.

Not when we talk every day now.

Not when I learned all his favorites.

Not when I’m counting days to see Noah in person again.

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens x reader #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fluff

[lactosa2]

Yep, another of Omen bc im in love

STANDING ON BUISSNES

5:34 AM

You were in the kitchen preparing something to eat when you felt a hand on your shoulder, the sudden contact in the middle of the darkness made you jump and look back in shock, you laughed softly with a hand on your chest while Omen looked at you confused.

"Omen…" you whispered with a small laugh of relief and swallowed, standing up straight and waiting for him to say something, which he didn't. "What happened?" You asked and looked at him calmer, knowing that he wouldn't bother you for anything.

He didn't respond, he was too embarrassed to speak or declare himself, he just wanted you, as always, to read his mind and support him, your hand grabbed his in silence and then you nodded, he didn't let you let go of his hand and took you to the room. another section of the base, where his bonsai was located

Once there you yawned and sat in the nearest chair, letting go of his hand. "So… Cypher is still charging you?" You asked, your voice quiet and sleepy.

For a long time, Omen had been begging Cypher to help him discover his past, it was not until Iso appeared in the scene that Cypher agreed, only with the condition that Omen would have to pay him an absurd amount, the main problem, Omen did not He really has income, the supplies for weaving were a gift from Sage and the bonsai is part of the protocol greenhouse, only it is under his personal care, unlike the others, Omen was not human nor did he cover basic needs, therefore he never They gave him a salary, now it is a bigger problem

"I don't know what I'll do…" he whispered embarrassedly as he focused on his bonsai, he didn't change it but he did stare at it, clinging to those thin branches, with the only hope that everything would be okay. "Think positive, he couldn't kill you," you said, trying to joke as you got up from the chair and walked over to him, your hand caressing his shoulder.

"How much is it?" You whispered with a serious voice - "You're not going to-" Omen tried to protest but you interrupted him, "how much" he remained silent, you knew he wouldn't let you pay for him, you knew he felt ashamed of not having a salary as such, And although he had it, it was still not enough, and at the rate of his income it would never be.

"120,000 credits" he said with a low voice, you were surprised and gasped in disbelief why Cypher would charge him so much, you didn't complain, but you took a deep breath and nodded. "I'll deposit it for you tomorrow," Omen's body language froze, not believing that you would pay his debt for him. "You don't have to," he complained and turned around standing upright, looking intimidating because of how tall he is. (yummy)

"just accepts that I'm going to do this for you" you wanted to explain to him that you appreciated his friendship and would help him, but you understood that it would be difficult for him to believe only in words. You once told him that you would do anything for him, and a number is no obstacle to promises, and he needed actions.

He nodded shyly, your hand went to the side of what would be his face, his aura was calmer and more relaxed, without warning, Omen brought both arms around your torso and hid his head in your shoulder, pressing you against him. . You didn't complain, you just laughed softly and hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"Your rice burned," Omen whispered in your ear as the smoke alarm began to sound throughout most of the base. "I know," you whispered back, laughing softly when he held you close to him.

#valorant x reader #omen x reader #omen valorant #valorant omen #valorant #valorant omen x reader

[starboykel]

Highschool sweethearts .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

Teenager! Simon 'Ghost' Riley x teenager!gn reader

!!warnings: fluff, Ghost is a bit mean in the beginning, no gendered pronouns used for the reader, Ghost is 17, reader is 15-16, slow burn

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

You were a junior, you had a small group of friends that shared the same interested, nothing bigger than four people just so you didn't had to eat alone at lunch.

There was this boy in your biology class, Simon Riley, some close people called him Ghost for some reason, you didn't know why. He was always wearing a black mask, covering half of his face, like if he was sick but he wasn't, you saw him playing volleyball wearing that mask and he definitely wasn't sick. He was always quiet in the class, just taking notes and looking through the window, you would be lying to yourself if you didn't thought he was at least a bit attractive.

Your friend, Kelly, who was a social butterfly, managed to know a bit about him. He only has one friend in his grade, a scottish foreigner and the other 2 was a senior and a freshman, they all had silly nicknames for each other but she couldn't discovered what were the nicknames. He always stayed in the school library reading something after class and he smoked cigarettes in the school field every Saturday at 11am and his favorite drink is tea. You didn't question her how she knew those thing, she just did.

You were in the biology class and the teacher assigned everyone a project, to make a resume of the books chapter that you had read the whole semester, It was a pair work... That the teacher would choose the pairs, pratically everyone complained but she did it anyway. It was simple, everyone had a number, if you are number 1, your pair is number 2, if your number is number 3, your pair is number 4 and such. You were number 7 and it just happened that Simon was number 8, he looked at you and then back at the teacher when she announced that you were his pair, he seemed... Almost annoyed.

It was Friday and the project had to be delivered on Monday, so you and Simon had the whole weekend to do it. You decided to talk with Simon after class to discuss where you two would meet to do the project but you couldn't find him anywhere so you had to ask the other students, none of them knew where he was until you meet one particular student, that one that had a scottish accent and a mohawk.

The boy said to you that Simon was really, really introverted and didn't liked people in his house unless that he was friends with them... And he didn't liked befriending with other juniors for some reason, despite that, the boy — that you learned the name was John MacTavish... Or Soap—, gave you Simon's address and said that, to not upset him, to bring him something as a gift, especially tea and gave you Simon's phone number before having to go.

The next day was Saturday, you woke up early and got ready, taking a shower and dressing comfortably, not caring too much about how you look, you took your notebook, laptop, pens and of course, some chamomile tea, hoping he would like it.

You took the bus to his neighborhood and knocked at his door. After a few minutes waiting, Simon opens the door, he seems like he just woke up, his hair messy and his eyes looks heavy. His eyebrows frowns, he apparently didn't liked seeing you here. "What do you want?" He says, his voice deep as ever. "The science project." You answered, looking at him, trying to sound friendly.

"it's fuckin' ten in the morning, go back to your house. We have until Monday to do this shit and I don't want to do it today, go wash some dishes or a laundry and leave me alone." He spitted, closing the door, not leaving space for you to talk. You were surprised, you didn't expected the quiet, introverted Simon to be like that. You were determined! You has things to do tomorrow and you need this project ready today.

You knock on the door again, "Go away!" He yells, "I have something for you!" You yell back and after a few minutes of silence, he opens the door and you show him the chamomile tea box, he looks at you and then at the box and grabs it, "come in." He says, his voice tired and he opens the door to you. You step inside, taking off your shoes and leaving it at the doorway.

The house was kinda messy, a lot of boxes here and there, especially of pizzas and the kitchen smelled like tea. "Where are your parents?" You asks Simon, following him inside the house. "They're on vacation and they decided I'm old enough to be home alone." He mumbles and then turns to you.

"Who gave you my address?" He questions, crossing his arms. You were slightly intimidated, he was so big for a teenager, it was probably good genetics and maybe gym? you never saw him working out. Maybe the fact he was always dressing hoodies and sweaters that covered his whole body also helped how you never noticed.

You gulps and looks at him, "John." You replies, he frowns slightly, "what John? I know a lot of Johns." He rolls his eyes. "Uh... MacTavish? Soap?" You nervously answers. He sighs and chuckles, "of course, Soap." He teased and then started to prepare the tea, taking a kettle and filling it with water, boiling it on the stove.

The following minutes are silent, he wasn't looking at you, you just wanted to do the project and get out of there. You open your mouth but then hesitated, so stayed quiet. "Are you going to stay there stare at me?" Simon looked at you from over his shoulder, making you feel small even if you two didn't had a big height difference.

You look away and shakes your head in an no and he turns back to the kettle, he puts the tea bag in the boiling water and waits a few minutes before turning off the heat and pouring the tea into a cup. He drinks it and sighs, his face softening. He then turns to you, "You want some?" He offers, you hesitantly nods, he pours some tea into a cup and hands it to you. You drink it and being honest, you didn't liked tea much but this one tasted good.

Simon smiles a bit, it seems like tea brings him to a better mood, "What's your name?" He asks, you frowns a bit, you two were a duo project and he didn't know your name... You tell him your name and he nods. You two talk for a while, drinking tea.

It was now 12pm and you had things to do at 2pm, so you interrupts him. "Let's do the project, I need to go in a few hours." His smile fades and he nods. He leads you to his bedroom upstairs, you take your laptop from your backpack and you two sit on the floor and starts working on the project. You two were finished at exactly 1:40pm, the project wasn't perfect but it had to be that because you were a busy person and didn't had time tomorrow.

"oh god, I'm gonna be late for my volleyball practice." You panics, quickly organizing everything. You didn't had a driving license yet so you had to take the bus that took a long time to arrive so you will definitely be late... "I'll drive you there." Simon says, taking you out of your trance, "Really? You don't need to, i can take the bus-" "Yeah, let's go, c'mon." He cuts you off.

He takes your hand and your backpack for you, walking you to the garage. You jump into the passenger seat and he goes to the driver seat, you give him the address of the place and he starts driving as fast as legally as possible. Your hair flying in the wind as you laugh.

You arrive at the place a bit late, like 5 minutes late but it's better than 30 minutes late at least. You jump out of the car fast and runs to the entrance, "see you at Monday!" You yell at Simon and waves at him beflre entering, he waves back and you can see a weak smile on his face.

Is this the start of something more than a friendship?

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🌸 my requests are open by the way! Hope you enjoyed. I'm sorry if it it's too small, I'm still learning :)

#call of duty #cod #cod x reader #fluff #cod fanfic #ghost #simon riley #ghost x reader #Spotify

[livelaughloveloak]

ᩡ A PEARL𓂃🦪

mini series || pt 1

summary: where you move to the metkayina clan with the Sully's excited to finally be free from war and spend more time with Lo'ak but you find him slowly fading away from you.

a/n: Use of she/her pronouns. Reader is Navi. 1.3k words. This chapter low-key ass but I promise the next one will be good 🤫

Lo'ak sat outside on the sand with Aonung, Neteyam, Tsireya and the others. Normally you'd be there as well chatting and laughing but you decided to just stay inside your hut for tonight, not having the energy to watch Lo'ak flirting with another female. "Where is y/n?" Lo'ak looked around the group trying to see if you were just hiding behind someone but unfortunately he found nothing. The others looked at each other and shrugged with a hint of worry on their faces. "Maybe she is just tired" Kiri tried reasoning but deep down she had a gut wrenching feeling that it was more than that.

Lo'ak just nodded hoping that was the case. He kept thinking back about your note that he has yet to share with anyone. You laid down in silence slightly swaying your hammock side to side while listening to mumbling and the sound of the waves hitting the shore outside. It was late but not that late to the point where everyone had already gone to sleep. You tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position but failed. With a loud huff you sat up and looked around your marui, looking for something to pass time with.

You were so used to hanging out with the others till the village got quiet that you didn't have anything else to do since you decided to stay home. Finally your eyes stopped on the black journal you often wrote in. You got off your hammock and picked up the book along with a pencil before sitting down on the bare floor. Opening up the pages just to discover that a page was missing, you thought back for a while then remembered how you ripped it out last time.

You shook the book so that the missing page could come out but you were met with nothing. Your heart instantly dropped. ‘did someone take it when I wasn't here?’ You thought with your heart pounding from the possibility of some Navi stumbling upon your secret journal. ‘No that can't be nobody else was here except me’

You came to the conclusion that you just misplaced the paper in between a random page and it's just stuck there. For awhile you sat there staring at the blank page not having anything to write or more specifically your mind had too much going that you couldn't write anything more than a "I wonder" The question "what if" always fascinated you, i kept your mind busy thinking about the possible different outcomes of such events.

Unfortunately your thoughts got interrupted when someone sat beside you. You recognized them from your peripheral vision. "Kiri." You looked at her as she was already looking at you with an unreadable expression. You closed the book and put it down waiting for Kiri to say something. "Care to explain?" Kiri tilted her head and put her hand on your shoulder caressing it to comfort you about whatever you were going through.

"I don't know what you're talking about" You acted clueless but of course Kiri read right through it. Not wanting to pry or make you uncomfortable she just nodded. "At least come to the festival tomorrow." She took your hands and held it in hers, still keeping eye contact with you. Guilt started eating you up when you saw her pleading eyes, you couldn't possibly say no. "I have nothing to wear" Kiri smiled and playfully nudged you with her elbow.

"Come by tomorrow I have made you something for the occasion" You could only nod watching as she got up and waved a goodbye before disappearing into the darkness of the night.

The next morning you did exactly what Kiri told you and stopped by her family's marui. You didn't wanna disturb them so you stayed outside waiting for her to come and get you. You looked up once you heard footsteps coming your way but much to your dismay it wasn't the person who you thought it was. Lo'ak stepped out and immediately noticed you, he raised his eyebrows in confusion wondering if you came there for him.

"What are you doing here ma tsawksyul?" You looked everywhere but his eyes and thought if you should just stay quiet or answer. Eywa must have been watching your awkward encounter and sent Kiri to fix it. "I asked her to come and visit me" Kiri walked her way towards you and pulled you inside the Marui by the arm leaving Lo'ak dumbfounded once again.

Kiri let go of your arm and walked to her hammock carefully picking up a neatly beaded top with shells surrounding it with a matching loincloth to go with it. She looked back up at you and motioned her hand for you to come closer. "Here, wear it tonight. I worked extra hard to get the weaving and beading perfect." She pointed her finger at you with a stern look on her face watching as you nod in response knowing that it was more of a threat than friendly teasing. "And please go ask my brother out as your date god it's killing me watching you stare at him all the time"

You were dumbfounded trying to process if you heard her correctly. With wide eyes you took the pieces of clothing. You walked out of her Marui, her words still echoing in your mind. Debating if you should do it or not. ‘what if he already asked Tsireya' You were so lost in thought that you bumped into someone's chest causing you two to stumble almost falling down. Strong arms wrapped around you to keep you balanced, you looked up to thank the poor soul you knocked into.

"Tsawksyul" Lo'ak peered down at you with his arms still wrapped around your waist, like a while ago you didn't know what to say. ‘Just ask him out’ Oh that's right. "Can I ask you something?" Lo'ak finally let go of you and stepped back a bit to motion for you to go on. "So are you going to the festival tonight? Kiri was talking about it." You cringed at the question knowing well that everybody in the clan was going to show up but at that moment you didn't know what else to say.

Lo'ak's head tilted and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "Are you asking me out right now?" Lo'ak loved teasing you, the way that your face started heating up, cheeks turning into a bright purple. "Forget about it" You dropped the subject but as quick as you were to back down Lo'ak was quick to react to your embarrassment. "I'll come by your marui before it starts, be ready" And with that he walked away leaving you standing there.

Soon enough you were anxiously pacing back and forth in your new outfit that Kiri handmade you. You inhaled deeply to calm your nerves knowing that Lo'ak would be here to pick you up soon and you didn't really want to make a fool of yourself. "You look pretty" You turned your head to see Lo'ak outside the entrance with a genuine smile plastered across his face.

You walked towards him and bowed your head as a thanks. "I mean it" He took a hold of your hand and started walking to the center of the village where music was playing and people were already dancing. You looked around to see pretty decor and a wave of people with fancy outfits on. "It's beautiful here Lo'ak" You waited for a while and started getting confused on why he became a little bit too quiet. "Lo'ak?"

Your eyes traveled to see what had gotten his attention so quickly. Your eyes stopped at a figure with long wavy hair and shells carefully placed on some strands.

#atwow #avatar imagine #avatar #imagine #atwow loak #loak sully #loak x y/n #loak x reader #avatar x reader #loak imagine #loak fanfiction

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

[Y'all I need to get this off my chest pls quoi. Evan eventually learning French... Enjoy!!!]

“Hi… um… bonjour – excuse me? I’m looking for… um…” Evan scanned his call sheet again. It was in French. “Sorry… I can’t read it…”

“Ah, Evan Peet-air?” the lovely French-speaking lady made his name sound like chocolate. He smiled nervously. “Yes, you come with me. I take you there, is quicker.”

“Thanks.” The woman led him to an open field, reachable only on foot for the day since it had rained pretty badly overnight, and the dirt paths had become mud pits. But, with wellies on, they made it.

“Voila. Madame Sharpe is over there, under the tent.”

“Thanks so much, I appreciate it.” Evan followed the path the woman had pointed out to her, and sure enough, huddled around a screen, was Amelia. The first round of shots looked incredible. “Um… hi, Amelia…”

“Evan! You made it! I was starting to get worried!” Amelia stood, moving to the back of the tent with him. “What happened?” He was a good half-hour late, not at all like him.

“I… everything is in French and I can’t read that.” He pulled out the itinerary he’d been given, and the call sheet. “My phone’s not working over here so I couldn’t use Google Translate, and the three people I asked what you said to ask didn’t speak English at all.”

“How did you say it?”

“Parrlay voow Onglay.”

“Close enough…” Amelia smiled up at him, but she took the call sheet and itinerary from him. “But I’ll find out why these are in French. I’ll give you mine for tomorrow, since we don't have the full studio out here. It’s miserable.”

“Belgian weather, though, right?” Evan grinned.

“Sure is!” Amelia sighed. “How are you finding it, anyway?”

“It’s nice. A little different to what I’d expected, but nice. Actually, no-one recognised me in the street earlier – and there’s no paps?!”

“Why do you think I moved here?” Amelia chuckled again. “It’s heaven on Earth and no-one gives a shit about who you are. It’s perfect!”

The scenes they were filming were mainly in the forest, where the ground was thankfully solid and they had cover from the trees if it did start raining. Evan, as was his typecasting, was playing a lover who’d turned out to be a psycho killer (qu’est-ce que c’est, fafafafafa… ) and Amelia was playing the girl who’d gotten away from him, but now was on the run. There was a bit of a magical twist, though, which would take them some time to get done. But by the end of that first day, Evan felt like he’d relaxed fully into the role, even though it was already exhausting.

As the first month wore on, Evan discovered a love for Belgium that he’d never expected to have. Not least because he’d been able to walk down the street and have virtually no-one know who he was, he really felt like he could turn off his brain and just exist. Amelia had taken him around Brussels to show him the sights, but he’d been content to sit in a random bar with a beer and a book and just… be. It had allowed him to relax so fully, he genuinely didn’t want to get back on the plane back to the States, and he still had two months left there.

His friends in the States, however, had identified another possible reason why he didn’t want to go back home: Amelia. It was obvious to the whole world that, if Evan were to have a little more courage, and Amelia were to believe someone could and would want her, that they’d be an unstoppable power couple that would rule the entire cinematic universe. After all of Evan’s failed relationships, and the trauma he’d been through with each (in their own different ways, of course), someone like Amelia would be perfect for him. His friends had tried to tell him that she was perfect because she’d also known trauma. She’d known abuse. She’d known the desire to just fade quietly into the background. She also had her own empire of fame: dance schools across Europe, several in the UK, and a few in the States all generated from her success as a dancer growing up. An Oscar tucked under her belt for a movie she hadn’t thought she was any good in. An actual billion in her bank, but she gave millions away to charities across the world so that she wouldn’t ever end up on the Forbes 30 under 30 list. She couldn’t really go anywhere in the UK or the US because everyone knew her – much like Evan. She understood what he needed. And she didn’t need him for his fame, either.

But Evan couldn’t bring himself to say much more than the basic conversations they’d shared. He’d wanted to open up to Amelia, wanted to tell her everything… but he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk that his heart would be broken again. Besides, Amelia deserved someone far nicer… far better. A decent actor, maybe.

Yet he found himself often sprawled across her sofa as they read out rewritten scenes together, or sitting quietly in the same room as her while she worked, and he worked or read or something. She was happy to sit with him in silence, or scrolling TikTok together, or Instagram, or watching something… he adored her company, and she clearly enjoyed his…

It was Amelia’s lifelong best friend, Charlie, who came to the rescue. Charlie organised a dinner in Brussels with her husband Brendan, Dave (Amelia’s cameraman and content editor) and his husband Tom, and one of their dancing friends, Lotta, and her partner Michel. Charlie invited Evan, and Evan accepted, because he had nothing else to do. What neither he nor Amelia realised was that the evening was actually a moment for Dave, Tom, Lotta, Michel and Brendan to see whether Charlie was insane for thinking Amelia and Evan had something, or not.

And the result was unanimous: they had fucking chemistry.

“So,” Brendan took a seat beside Evan at the dining table. Evan liked Brendan. A chill guy. “Are you going to invite Amelia to that bagel place she’s mentioned three times tonight?”

“What – no? Should I?”

“None of us like bagels, Evan.” Brendan’s eyes betrayed his excitement. “Do it! Ask her out!”

“She won’t want me.”

“How do you know?”

“Because… she deserves someone better.”

“After tonight, I think it’s clear you are better, Evan. Try it. Ask her out.” Brendan touched his shoulder lightly.

Evan was thinking about it. God, how he was thinking about it. Of course he was in love with her. That day, they’d been doing a scene in which Amelia’s character had to lose her shit and hit Evan’s character in the chest repeatedly, in that overdramatic ‘no, no, NO!’ kind of way. But Evan had flinched back when they’d been choreographing the scene out, and Amelia had immediately stopped everything and told him they’d rewrite the scene to have her character react differently.

“Why?” Evan had asked, holding himself.

“Because I’d rather rewrite a scene in a couple of minutes than have you relive whatever you’re currently reliving every time we do a take.” She placed a gentle hand on his arm. “It’s no bother, Ev. I promise. You can trust me.”

He hadn’t needed to tell her about the abuse. Hadn’t needed to explain why he didn’t like being hit, or why he had such a visceral response to women lashing out at him – even when it was scripted. She’d heard the stories. She’d put two and two together, spotted his warning signs, and taken them in her stride and fixed it for him.

Her friends were right. She was perfect.

“Alright,” Evan murmured. He smiled at Brendan tightly. “I’ll do it.”

A little while later, when they’d all gone home save for Evan and Amelia, they went for the metro.

“I’m glad you came out with us today, Evan. I think sometimes being around people who aren’t arseholes is good for you.” Amelia shuddered a little in the cool air. “Do you remember the way back to your hotel?”

“Yeah.” He looked down. A broken person. Amelia pressed her lips together.

“Tell you what,” she smiled. “I’ve got a sofa bed. You can stay with me tonight if you’d like? Then we can maybe figure that shitty couple of scenes tomorrow, over breakfast?” Evan’s face lit up a little. “Oh, and there’s this brunch place close by actually – we’ll head out, grab brunch, and you can practice your Duolingo French.”

And just like that… Evan was completely and utterly on her hook. It’s a dangerous game to play, man, said the little voice in the back of his mind. But he didn’t care. Amelia made him feel safe… and, that night, as he curled up on her sofa bed with a gorgeous view of the stars from the skylight in her rooftop apartment… he realised that he really didn’t want to leave Belgium at all.

End of Part One

oh hi!! 👋🏼 we have another story tweam. lemme read this after i leave the gym 👀

#fics

[night-market-if]

Hi there !

I just came here to say that I read the entirety of the Night Market yesterday. Before my final exam. Instead of studying. A wonderful decision, really.

More seriously, I need to say this : this. This is a work of art. This shook me to my core. The way you describe everything is wonderful. And the story. The characters. Oh my god the world you created is so full and complex and you can see so much of your love for it through the writing, and it's not a perfect world, nowhere near it, but the characters in this world care and it's enough. The main cast, no, everyone really, is so human. So likable (except some obvious villains, whom are still incredibly interesting in their motivations, and also their madness the Lord of Dolls is an incredible example of this), so full of mistakes, with backstories so complex and unique, and I want to hug them because they need it but also slap some of them because they're so dumb *cough* Milo *cough*, which, I think, shows a lot about how well written a character is.

Now, onto the spoilers and the last chapters. I'm screaming. So so so not okay right now. I swear I ended the last chapter, read the last word, and went "how the fuck am I supposed to go to my exam tomorrow and be normal about this ???". Like. The way each plot twist was for me unexpected but shed light on so much stuff. Like, wow. Every bit that I was like "oh wait that's genius". One thing, even. In one chapter, when MC says to Milo "I hate them. The one who brought me there." and Milo had a strange reaction I said "oh imagine if he's the one who brought us there haha that would be fun". Let me tell you I wasn't laughing later on in chapter 11 after discovering that this funny thought, fastly forgotten because hey, I was never great at theories, this funny thought WAS THE GOOD ONE.

You are so so so so so so talented and I love your universe and everything and I'm destroyed in the best way possible and you gave me so much motivation about working on my own book and I will buy it I will buy the full game I will buy every one of your games just take my money. This is incredible. You are incredible.

Thank you so much for Night Market. I will read it again (because I don't have anymore exam ha). And sorry for the long rant, but I really needed to share how much I loved your if, and your writing ! Also sorry if any of this sounds strange, english isn't my first language !

With that, I hope you have a nice day/evening/night ! Take care of yourself !

I hope your exams went amazing!!! I do not miss those years. LOL

First off, thank you thank you thank you! The gushing was what I needed to sign on to. I always get so excited when readers get what I've been trying to convey. These flawed characters, all of which have lives and a past, are so very important to me. I know the typical way to do things is to write a story revolving around the MC but I would much rather write a story where MC goes and just experiences the world and the people in it.

As for being fooled by Milo, someone on discord put it great. You are blind to the ones you love. The truth of Milo has been laid out for some time. From chapter one, really. But, it was hard to see because of the kind of person he is. I am so excited to explore that in book 2.

Thank you for spending the time to write all this out. It has filled me with all the warm love. :)

And as for the Dollmaker? He will be a "villain" we will be seeing more of.

#the night market #answering your asks #interactive fiction #twine fic #the ro's #world building

[sasusakucoded]

Sasuke: What bothers you?

Sakura: *taken aback* W-What? Nothing, Anata..

Sasuke: You've been like that since yesterday.

Sakura: ...

Sasuke: Sakura, I know when something is bothering you. What is it?

Sakura hesitated to answer immediately. When she leaves the hospital, she also tries her best to leave her "doctor" self and be a mother to Sarada and wife to Sasuke. Talking about work is one thing but to actually work when she's at home is another.

Sasuke was still waiting for her answer.

Sasuke: Tell me. What happened in the hospital? Which case is bothering you?

Sakura: Anata, it's fine.. Tomorrow, I'll just—

Sasuke: It will bother you for the rest of night. It might still persist tomorrow. And I won't stop bugging you until you tell me.

Sakura: *sighs* Sorry, Anata.. I just don't want to—

Sasuke: Sakura.

Sakura: Okay.. There's an intel that the Hidden Mist Village wants to start a biological warfare with our allied villages. Since it's more of a health hazard, it was given to the Medical Department..

Sasuke: Go on.

Sakura: I'm so frustrated with how little is the available information to us. I can't figure out their full scheme with very few medical notes and records. The Hidden Sound has more info but they don't want to work with us.

Sasuke: Hn. Do you want me to get the records from them?

Sakura: No, Sasuke-kun! That's a breach of agreement between the villages. Besides, I want this to be solely handled by our department since it's given to us.

Sasuke: Right.

Sakura: I like how challenging this is.. But it frustrates me as a medical-nin, moreover as the department head that I can't solve it. I think if Lady Tsunade was here—

Sasuke: If Lady Tsunade was here, she'd just be as frustrated as you. If you can't solve it, nobody can.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun..

Sasuke: Sakura.. It's not the first time you've encountered such problem. You've had harder cases in the past. You just need to stay calm and focused. Maybe revisit the records or something. But I know you'll figure it out in no time.

Sakura: Anata..

Sasuke: And, we don't mind you doing other things than taking care of us when you're home. I know that also bothers you.

Sakura: *hugs him* You're right. I should face this head-on. Promise, I'll try to solve this as fast as I can!

---

Sakura stayed in her office the whole night working on the case. Sasuke and Sarada checked in on her a couple of times, reminding her to take breaks. They brought her coffee and snacks throughout the night.

Five hours had passed and she finally cracked how they plan to spread the bacterial disease. She noted, "they plan to infect rats with plague then they will let the fleas feed on them. Once they have the plague-infested fleas, they will spread it using aerial techniques."

She was so happy with her findings and wanted to inform Sasuke.. only to find out that he fell asleep on the couch.

Sakura: *kisses him on the forehead and whispers* Sorry for making you wait, Anata. I love you. *bridal-carries him to their room*

---

Sasuke woke up and the 1st thing he saw was the note on the bedside table. The note read:

Anata,

Didn't wake you up because it's still too early. Need to go to the hospital to report what I've discovered. I've finally known their scheme. I can't wait to come home to tell you.

Sasuke-kun, I wouldn't have done it if you didn't tell me last night. Thank you for believing in me. You don't know how much I love you.

Forever yours,

Sakura

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #sscoded no 67

[joanie-writes]

Omg just saw ur asks are open LES GOOO

OKAY SO IF U WANT COULD U LIKE WROTE LIKE Reader who occasionally does tarot and such and like Arthur maybe like asking for a reading and READER FINDS ABOUT HIS FEELINGS FOR THEM THROUGH THE READING AND HOW THE SITUATION WOULD UNFOLD

Hope I MADE THAT UNDESTANDIBLE ENOUGH THX ANS BYEEE

Tysm for the request, this was fun to write; got to pull out my own (cat themed) tarot cards for this bad boy

The Lovers

Seventy-eight cards, half a million possibilities.

Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

From the moment you stepped foot into the Van Der Linde camp, you'd been a whirlwind. Originally you were brought in for your ability to pickpocket and charm anybody out of their money, but you had come with so many other pleasant surprises as well, to Arthur's discovery. For example, you could shoot with the best of them, even teaching him and the other boys a new flourish that you'd learned from a man on your travels to Brazil. That was another thing you had surprised the gang with, your rich collection of stories from all over and your knowledge on seemingly everything. Arthur had also happen to notice something else about you, but no matter. 

You had just finished one of your famous storytelling's, leaving Jack in amazement, Micah swearing that wasn't true, and Arthur in awe. "Pardon me, but I need another drink." You announced with a smile and got up from your place next to Mary-Beth. Admittedly, Arthur had watched you get up to admire your figure, but he also happen to notice a small box tumble out of your coat pocket while you did. 

While the others continued their chatter around the fire, Arthur got up to retrieve the box, it looked important. As he picked it up he discovered that it was a box of cards, but not like the ones he was familiar with. Instead of aces and spades on the front, there was a sun, moon, and stars. Were they supposed to be a child's deck or something? 

As you turned around from the crate of drinks, you nearly bumped right into Arthur, startling you. "Oh, hey Arthur, sorry." 

He waved a hand, "Don't worry, I just wanted to give you your cards back, they fell out of your jacket." 

You took the deck from his hand, grinning. "Thank you, I would've been so sad if I lost them." You looked up at him while you tossed the box in your hand before putting it back into your pocket. You handed Arthur a bottle of beer, as a thanks in a way, making him smile.

"What kind of cards are those? I've never seen a deck with the sun or anything on it." He tilted his head in wonder.

"They're uh, tarot cards, do you know what that is?" You asked, taking the deck out again to show him properly. Arthur shook his head no, examining the box a little closer. 

You took a few cards out of the box, the fool, and the emperor. "They're used for fortune telling, every card is unique with it's symbol and meaning. Like, if I pulled the fool here for, Micah, then that would make a lot of sense, or the emperor for Dutch." You chuckled, carefully placing the cards back in the box. 

"Huh, how come you carry them on you?" Arthur questioned, an amused (but curious) smile on his face. 

"Never know when you're gonna need to know the future, Arthur," You smiled cheekily, putting the deck away for now, "how about I give you a proper three card reading tomorrow, I'll cleanse them and everything." 

Arthur really hadn't grasped the purpose of the so called tarot cards you spoke of, but if it meant he got to spend some one on one time with you then he'd pretty much be willing to do anything. He also wanted to know how the hell you washed a deck of cards?

"Yeah, why not, sounds like fun." He replied, a hot blush forming on his face as you said, "Perfect." And left by playfully tapping his nose, then making your way back to the fire.

-

It was the next day, nearing the late afternoon. Arthur still wasn't back at camp and you were beginning to worry that he'd forgotten about the reading. You'd gone through the trouble of dragging a small table outside of camp, along with a couple chairs and even some of your special candles. 

Arthur had caught your attention the second Hosea introduced the two of you. He seemed so, special, compared to everybody else. He had this aura of goodness around him that you picked up on immediately. The silent strength and at the same time this impish nature in which he possessed intrigued you. And you wouldn't lie, he was also very good looking. 

You sat by the scout campfire, tapping your foot and waiting, growing antsy. The sound of horses brought your gaze up, a grin replacing the frown that had settled on your face. Deciding against approaching him, you continued waiting, hoping that he hadn't forgot, or maybe just didn't care. But alas, after he had gone into his tent for a few minutes, appearing with his hair fixed, his face cleaned of dust, and a fresh shirt, he came over to you. Your racing mind put to ease, now it was only your heart racing.

"Afternoon, sorry I was out all day, Bill led us into a right old mess." Arthur explained, his cheeks dusted pink. 

"Don't worry about it, you still up for that reading?" You raised your brows, standing up and waving the deck.

Arthur smiled softly, nodding before he spoke, "'Course."

You took Arthur's hand, causing the pink to turn beet red as he followed you along, he composed himself enough to ask, "Where'd you learn this magic card business from?" You laughed at his name for it, guiding him to his seat before taking your own.

"I stumbled upon a few metaphysical books when I was young, and then I met this woman named Julia from Italy who was an expert on this, she actually gifted me this deck." Arthur laughed and shook his head, expecting no less than another one of your oddly specific stories. "It's much better to be gifted a deck rather than buying one, better karma means more truth." You informed him, shuffling the cards with skill that Arthur had only seen at a high roller poker table once. 

"Ah, so I'm getting the best of the best here, huh?" He joked, smirking and watching you closely. 

"That's what you lot signed up for when you brought me on, isn't it?" Arthur barked a laugh, crossing his arms and relaxing into the flimsy wooden chair as best as his wide frame could. 

You both quieted down as you took a deep breath and shuffled through slower. Focusing on which cards buzzed in your hands, which ones stuck out. One at a time, you placed three cards faced down on the table before setting the rest of your deck down. Arthur's gaze mulled over the cards before lifting back up to you, patiently awaiting for whatever you'd say next. 

"Alright, this first card represents your past, Arthur." You flipped it over, revealing the wheel of fortune. "Is that bad?" Arthur asked timidly, his finger drumming along his forearm in anticipation. 

"No no, this is the wheel of fortune, it means a cycle of change, so I from my interpretation, that could mean that some big change from your past altered the course of your life and lead to something good, does that resonate with you?" 

"I suppose, running into Dutch and Hosea was pretty life changing, I don't even think I'd be alive without them." Arthur shook his head softly, thinking back on the past and how different things could have been. 

You nodded along to his words, taking in everything he had to say. "I'm glad, well next is the present, so you got, eight of pentacles," Arthur leaned forwards, his large hands resting against the table, "this usually alludes to working towards a goal, a pursuit, and it's paying off but you're just not quite there yet."

He nodded and you could see him processing your words, taking it in and applying it in his head. 

"And last but certainly not least, your future." You flipped the card, your face becoming heated at the picture of Adam and Eve. "The lovers." Arthur rubbed his thumb in his fist, glancing from the card to you. 

"You got a special somebody Arthur? This card means a relationship or something of the sorts is on the horizon for you." You busied yourself with cleaning up the cards, giving them a quick shuffle before placing them in the box once again. You silently prayed that he wasn't about to go on about some other person he'd been admiring, the very thought crushed you. 

"Well, I was hoping that would be with you." Arthur admitted, chuckling as you stopped moving just before you were about to blow out the candle. 

"What?" For once you were at a loss of words, unsure of what to say at the moment.

"Could I take you out sometime? Just the two of us. It's just, I've never been so, interested in somebody before I met you, and I well, I think you're great." Arthur's voice lowered towards the end of his sentence, ever so gently taking your hand into his on the table. 

You stood up, Arthur joining you as you held both of his hands now. The hands you would soon become so familiar and comforted by, the hands that at that moment held so much excitement and admiration. "I would love to. I think you're amazing, Arthur, I really do." He blushed at your words, the both of you slowly leaning towards the other.

His lips pressed to yours as yours pressed to his, officially signifying that the future was here, the present fleeting with every second passing.

Joined hand in hand, you two now the lovers personified, you both walked back to camp in bashful silence, only interrupted by a question Arthur just couldn't seem to drop, "So, how did you manage to wash a deck of cards?"

#I hope this satisfies #this was the result of an all nighter #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x gn reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #fluff #reader insert #x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 writing

[lonelywhalien22]

take a break

pairing: seonghwa x reader

rating/genre: fluff, college/school/work au

summary: a warm cup of tea and a break with Seonghwa is just what you need when work becomes overwhelming.

warnings: stress, anxiety, kissing

word count: 1k

song(s) to listen while reading: stone by alessia cara

note: sharing this piece I wrote when college was running me ragged (regular occurrence). I always imagined Seonghwa while writing it for some reason so I hope you enjoy!

You sit at your laptop for the millionth time today, having hopped out of the shower but still in no better of a mood, and certainly not excited to get back to your work. You came over to stay with your boyfriend Seonghwa at his place for the night, promising that you just wanted to finish up one assignment before the two of you could spend the evening together. But after discovering a project deadline that had completely flew under your radar you switched into panic mode. Half an hour turned into two hours and you still didn't see an end to the work in sight. Huffing in frustration, a pout on your face, you think about when the semester will finally be over. A sudden clink sound startles you as a mug of warm tea slides into your view.

"Long day?" you hear Seonghwa say as he gives you a soft smile while pulling a chair up behind you to sit down. He sits on it backwards, so that his front is facing the chair's back and his legs split off onto the chair's sides. You give a sheepish smile at him before looking back towards your laptop on his desk, fingers curling around the warm ceramic as you grab the mug thankfully.

"Yeah. I've just been struggling with this assignment all day and still haven't gotten it done. And now I just feel like I'm falling behind on everything else…I'm just so mentally over it, you know?" As you say the words you still can't look at him directly, afraid that you'll cry if you do. Seonghwa just hums softly, reaching forward to rub your arms slowly before eventually wrapping them around your upper body completely. He scoots his chair closer, laying his head on your shoulder as he stares at your laptop screen for a moment before shifting his attention to your pitiful expression.

"I know you put a lot of pressure on yourself sometimes," Seonghwa starts tentatively, "but you know you don't have to finish everything tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah, I know but it's just so hard to let it go sometimes. I'm just gonna keep thinking about it all night and then tomorrow I'll have to deal with it, which will put me behind on this other project that I haven't even started and I don't even know what I'm doing for that yet and-" Seonghwa sees your spiraling before you can catch it yourself and promptly leans in front of you, kissing the corner of your lips in a swift motion and immediately shutting you up.

"Hey, slow down y/n. Just take it one thing at a time, ok?" he says gently as he takes your chair and rotates it around to face him completely. It's the first time you've taken a moment to look at him fully this evening. His black hair is slightly falling into his eyes from the shower he just took and you finally rest your eyes on his dark orbs. Seonghwa gives you a knowing smirk then, fully aware he has you completely under his trance. This is the exact reason you still shy at looking him directly in the eyes. It feels so intimate and everything's still so new. You still feel those little somersaults in your stomach every time he looks at you.

"How about...you enjoy the tea I made, and give yourself till midnight to work, hm?" Seonghwa's sweet smile returns, giving you a little bit of a break from his charms. "Then promise me you'll stop and come to bed. You can't do any work tomorrow if you're tired either." Finally breaking away from his gaze, you sigh and look down.

"I know, I know…I'll stop at midnight. And I'm sorry I ruined the evening. We were supposed to hang out," you say regretfully. Taking this short break made you realize how much your original plans for coming over had changed. Seonghwa had welcomed you into his place and let you get changed and work undisturbed for hours. Now when you really thought about it you felt guilty.

"You didn't ruin anything, y/n. I'm just happy you came over."

Seonghwa's finger goes under your chin and pulls it back up to face him. He pauses and stares at you for a second, the gears clearly turning in his head before he decides to slowly lean forward and close his eyes, giving you a chance to pull away or stop him if it's too much. But instead you take a breath and close your eyes, staying still, your heart thumping in your chest as Seonghwa tilts his head slightly and finally pushes his lips against yours, pillowy soft and warm. You sigh softly, releasing the breath you've been holding in as his hand reaches for the side of your face, his thumb rubbing across your cheek repetitively. He starts to move his lips slightly, and you follow carefully, caught in his spell. Your hand even begins to creep up his chest slowly, getting caught up in the moment. You feel him smile slightly against your lips, then groan a little as he slows down before completely stopping, pulling away slightly. He stays close though, your noses still touching. You look up at him, eyes wide as you question:

"Did I do something wrong or…?"

"No! No, definitely not. That was amazing," Seonghwa says quickly, rubbing your arm again soothingly, clearly alarmed that you got the wrong idea. "I just...I just don't wanna distract you from your work. But I'm really glad you're feeling more comfortable around me. I know you still get nervous sometimes and I just want to be a source of comfort for you. I hate seeing you stressed."

You can't help but smile shyly at his words. Just being around Seonghwa instantly made you feel calmer. Taking a moment to gather your courage, you nod your head in reassurance to yourself before quickly leaning in and pecking his lips again. You grab his hand, running over it with your thumb. "Thank you. Really. I appreciate you so much."

Now it's his turn to look shocked. Seonghwa quickly gets out of it though, shaking his head a little playfully as he says, "of course. I'll see you in a little bit, ok?"

"Yeah, I'll see you."

#ateez fluff #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa x reader

[sunnyie-eve]

2 | Who is this

Series: Heinous

Paring: Billy Loomis x OFC ! Stu Macher x OFC ! Mickey Altieri x OFC

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mention of death. attacked

| MASTERLIST |

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After school, my mom left a note saying she was going out of town with a few girl friends for the weekend. "Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Hey, do you wanna stay over at Tatum's with me till Sunday?" Sidney asks as I walk around my house.

"I don't know. My mom is out of town but I just feel like staying home alone. If I decide to change my mind, I'll call." I tell her.

"Okay, and I completely understand. Be safe." Sidney ends the call.

Once I put the phone up I walk around locking the doors and windows just to be safe. As I take a seat on the couch I turned on the tv and the news was playing. "The bodies of 17-year old Casey Becker and her 18-year old boyfriend, Steve Orth, were discovered late last night by the girl's parents..." I changed the channel.

"The Woodsboro double murder case. Authorities are baffled by the lack of clues and the savage..." I changed the channel again.

"The town's in shock, and no one can quite believe what has happened here, although this is not the first time this small community... of Woodsboro has endured had such tragedy. Only a year ago Maureen Prescott, wife and mother, was found raped and murdered not far from this peaceful town square. Alongside Brian Elsher, husband and father found tied up and murdered."

I turned off the tv because I knew if I changed the channel again it would just be the news still. I get up and leave the room to walk around before plopping down on another couch opening my book to read. As I read the phone rings so I bookmark my spot.

"Hello?" I pick up the phone.

"Allie." Billy comes through.

"Billy. Umm, what are you calling for?" I ask him not in the mood to talk to anyone.

"Checking up on you. After lunch, you ended up ditching the last classes." He tells me.

"Yeah, I just spent the rest day in the bathroom. Can you blame me? Stu and Randy would keep apologizing to me for making me walk off." I explain to him.

"You want me to come over and keep you company? We can watch Heathers... your favorite movie. Come on, Christian Slater as JD... I know how much you find him attractive as that character." He makes me laugh some.

"As nice as that sounds... I'm gonna pass. I just wanna be alone tonight. I hope you understand." I apologize to him.

"It's alright. See you tomorrow." He ends the call.

I guess at some point I fall asleep reading because I'm awakened by the phone ringing. "Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Hey, I'm on my way to pick up Sidney then we're gonna go to the video store then gonna come get you. I know you told her you wanted to be alone but I won't allow it. Sorry, no talking back. Bye." She ends the call so I get up to get things together.

As I get up to go to my room the phone rings again so I go back to pick it up. "Tatum, I'm literally about to pack a ba-,"

I'm cut off by the other side, "Hello, Allison." A man's voice comes through.

"Um... Hi, who is that?" I ask them.

"You tell me." He tells me.

"Umm... Well, I have no idea." I tell him.

"Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all it's like right out of a horror movie or something." He says, making me chuckle.

"Very much, but you just kinda gave yourself away Randy. Are you calling me from work again? Tatum and Sidney are gonna go by so can you give the movies to them please." I ask, turning on the lamp.

"Do you like scary movies, sugar?" He asks me.

"You know I do and you know my top ten too. Also, I like that thing you're doing with your voice, it's sexy." I laugh, walking around the room.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" He asked me.

"Come on, you know that." I roll my eyes.

"Well, remind, baby." I make a face at that.

"Randy, when did you get so bold?" I ask, "Fine, I'll play along. It's Texas Chainsaw Massage." I tell him.

"Why is it that?" He asks.

"Because it just is. And in the third one and Next Generation something about Viggo Mortensen and Matthew McConaughey those two... just are hot to me. Hell, most killers in movies are sexy to me." I explained to him.

"Are you alone in the house?" He asked me.

"No, Billy and Stu are over... Yeah, they're cheating on their girlfriends with me." I joke. "Yes, I'm alone, and come on Randy that's so unoriginal. I'm actually disappointed in you." I look out the windows bored.

"Maybe that's because I'm not Randy, sugar." He says, making freeze and move away from the window.

"So, who are you?" I ask the man.

"The question isn't who am I? The question is where am I?" He tells me.

"So, where are you, mysterious sexy dude?" I ask in a joking tone.

"Your front porch." He says making my stomach twist.

"Well, my question now is why would you be calling from my front porch?" I ask, walking in that direction.

"That's the original part." He tells me.

"Oh, yeah? How come I don't see you then?" I look out the window and see nobody then open the door which, deep down I knew was fucking stupid as I walk out some. "Hello? So where are you?" I ask, looking around.

"Right here." He says so I laugh looking around.

"Yeah, I still don't see you." I look around while walking some and still see nobody. "Can you see me right now?" I ask and he says yes. "Okay, so what am I doing? Huh? What am I doing!" I look around and with my left hand I grab my left boob.

"Nice try, dude. Now call someone else to freak them out." I tell him heading back inside.

"I wanna keep talking to you though." He tells me as I lock the door back.

"Well, I'm done talking to your fucking creepy-ass." I tell him.

"I don't really wanna kill you just like your father so I wouldn't hang up if I was you." He says making me stop smiling. "I don't plan on killing you, Riley. Unlike him, I did plan on that. I wanna keep you alive till the very end." He tells me. "You know what that means being a horror movie fan. You're gonna be the final girl whether you like it or not." He says making me end the call.

Immediately the closet door opens and a masked man holding a knife comes at me. I scream as he knocks me to the floor so I kick him, taking him down too. He gets on top of me as I struggle with him. He grabs a fistful of my hair and bangs my head on the floor making me groan in pain. He just watches me waving his knife around so when I kick him he cuts my neck a little. As he flies back I get up trying to unlock the door, but couldn't so I run upstairs like a dumbass. I never look back not wanting to risk anything.

In my room I call 911 as it stops ringing I scream, as Billy pops up at my window, I accidentally rip the cord out of the wall when I jumped. I never locked the windows upstairs that's probably how the guy got in because the window was closed earlier.

"What the fuck Billy!" I yell at him on the verge of tears.

"The door's locked. I heard screaming as I was walking over here. You alright?" He climbs in all the way holding me as I freak out.

"The killers in the house. He's in the house. He has a knife." I cry into him.

"He's gone. It's all right." He says in a low voice before something falls out of his pocket making me step back to look at the phone on the floor.

I step back not knowing if I can trust him because I was just talking to the killer, and he randomly shows up when I didn't hear the killer anymore.

"Allie, what?" He asks as I slowly back away then rush to leave. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, Allison, wait! Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait! What's going on?" He runs after me. "Allison, come back! Allison!" I ran downstairs opening the door letting out a terrible scream seeing the mask making Dewey scream too.

"Sorry! I found this. Come on!" He tells me then calls the others inside and they get Billy.

I sit in the ambulance getting looked at while they cuff Billy and take him away. "You're gonna be able to come down to the station and answer a few questions, Al?" They tell me.

"Oh, shit! Allison!" I hear Tatum and Sidney, "God, Al, I'm so sorry I was late." Tatum comes up.

"Are you alright?" Sidney asks me.

"Tatum, Sidney. You can't be here. This is an official crime scene." Dewey tells them so I say it's fine.

"Her mom is out of town, alright. She's staying with us tonight. And mom knows." Tatum tells him.

"Let's get you out of here." Burke tells me so the girls walk me to Dewey's vehicle.

"We'll meet you at the station." Sidney tells me as Dewey gets in and we drive off.

All that could go through my mind was, was it really Billy because everything that just happened made him look really guilty.

#ghostface #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #tatum riley #dewey riley #randy meeks #scream franchise #scream #scream 2 #scream ff #scream fanfic

[redsoapbox]

The Third and Final Volume of Have Yourself a Merry Indie Christmas is Released Tomorrow

So, I've reached the end of a rather wonderful journey. When I had the idea of curating a Christmas album, almost two years ago now, I didn't really have a specific project in mind at all. However, the best decision I took early on was to ban cover versions (I adore all the great Christmas classics, from Bing and Nat to Noddy and Elton) but anybody can round up a crappy cover version of an all-time classic. I wanted to see if there were undiscovered Christmas songs floating around in the ether that had simply never had a fair hearing, songs good enough to be future classics, at least within the genre of Indie music.

That meant a lot of back breaking and heart breaking (there are still moments when I full-on curse a record company for not consenting to the release of a track!) work along the way. I must have listened to every Indie Xmas compilation ever recorded - day after day spent trawling through Bandcamp, Discogs, label catalogues, you tube, Xmas podcasts and blogs.

On the subject of the latter, it was chancing upon the phenomenal Christmas Underground – We are the War on Christmas (Music) that allowed the fanciful vision I had of compiling the 'Best Indie Xmas Album Ever' to crystalize into a realistic proposition. I was discovering song after song there that I was falling in love with. These songs were from bands (mostly unknown to me) from all parts of America and all over Europe (Scandinavian Indie Xmas songs is a really flourishing sub-genre), it was incredibly exciting and lead to dozens of punch the air moments as, one by one, bands agreed to participate.

In addition to discovering new songs, I also set about tracking down bands that I admired and who I knew had an Xmas song in their back catalogue. I was lucky enough to get hold of songs from Dodgy, Girl Ray, White Town, bis, Pete Astor and many more. It was around this point that my idea for a 20-30 song album began to trend to the mammoth 108-track compilation that was released last Christmas. There were just so many unbelievable songs that I had to try and track down.

An example of the obsessive hole that I was digging for myself came when I read a write up on a Minneapolis band called GLOSS (who became Poshlost) before splitting up. Christmas Underground called their song 'Gifts Received' 'the best Joy Division/New Order Christmas song of all time! From the baseline, to the vocals, to the lyrics, GLOSS have hit the nail on the head when it comes to writing a dark, pulsing, disturbing Christmas song'. You can imagine, as someone whose favourite band is JoyDivision/New Order how much I wanted that song, because, unbelievably and against all the odds, it did sound like a Joy Division Christmas song. The band had long since split up though (the song dated back to 2015) and my bandcamp messages met with silence. In the end, I tracked down a band member on Facebook and received an immediate and favourable reply. That wild goose chase was repeated dozens of times through 2022.

Volumes I and II succeeded in raising £5,800 for Crisis, nearly treble the target I had set myself, having been played on BBC6 Music, BBC Scotland, Radio X and BBC Radio Wales (each volume was named Album Of The Week by Huw Stephens). In addition, the songs were played on "indie" stations around Europe and America (thanks to Sandra and Alice for constantly playing the albums on their shows from Berlin) but also in Canada, Hong Kong and Australia. Have Yourself a Merry Indie Christmas was also shorlisted as a (Welsh Origin) AOTY by Wales Arts Review.

The main aim accomplished then, but what of my personal ambition to compile an album that would be played at Christmas for years to come? Here is the verdict: A REMINDER OF THE INCREDIBLE REVIEWS FOR HAVE... (tumblr.com). I don't think there is anything else to touch it. For example, Rough Trade, as good an Indie label as there ever was, released a Christmas comp this year (some five or six tracks are on HYAMIC too), but it comes nowhere near the quality of any of the three volumes that constitute Have Yourself a Merry Indie Christmas.

Speaking of Volume III (you may have read the tracklist already at Have Yourself a Merry Indie Christmas Vol III: Line Up Reveal - Wales Arts Review), it matches the standard of its predecessors, featuring The Wedding Present, The Futureheads, Helen Love, Euros Childs and Buzzard Buzzard Buzzard.

The project closes then, having rounded up 143 distinctive, thrilling Christmas earworms into a three volume compilation that raises money for a cause which demands urgent support. This is the 21st Century and no one should be homeless in the United Kingdom. Thank you all for your generosity in helping others and for giving these forgotten songs a home too.

A track from Volume III "Xmas Trip" by Run On

You can purchase all three volumes here Music | Various Artists (bandcamp.com) If you do that on December 1st (after 8.ooam UK time) bandcamp waives its commission, raising more money for Crisis at Christmas.

#indie music #christmas music #xmas #Youtube

[pbandjesse]

Today was surprisingly cold and rainy. It is nice that it actually felt seasonal and not confusingly, and concerningly, warm. And despite it being so cold and wet I had a nice day and mostly was toasty inside.

I slept alright last night. Falling asleep was a little easier. And I slept pretty well. I woke up right before my alarm.

I got dressed and felt pretty good. I did not like my hair today. It feels very flat. I miss having curls. I don't know where to go anymore because the place I had gone before has raised their prices so much I can't afford it. But I'm not sure how to find a hairdresser. I am just trying to grow my hair out right now but the flatness makes me feel a little self conscious.

James was having breakfast and packed me a little lunch. They would drive me to camp today so they could go take our car for an oil change.

It was a nice drive. I was surprised how cold it was, it wasn't raining yet though. I wore my big puffy coat that I love so much. I was very cozy.

James took us up to the art building to drop some stuff off. It was to cold in there to put things away, but at least it's up there for later.

James drove me down to the office. Came inside for a few minutes. Promised me they would be safe. And then said goodbye.

It started to rain not long after they left. But I was safely inside. I had lots to do.

But the office was messy. So I focused on putting things away and organizing. I found a green fanny pack and remembered Jorge had said he wanted that color and we never get it anymore. So I messaged him to make sure I wasn't remembering wrong but I was correct and he seemed very happy about it. We chatted for a bit and I encouraged him to be specialty staff next summer. He said that sounds scary but would consider it.

There was lot of focus on next summer today. Once everyone else, sans Elizabeth, came in there was lots of talk about returning staff surveys and schedules and programs.

So after I sorted some books for the different villages, I started working on tackling the schedule.

This ended up being way harder then I anticipated. Like I knew it would be hard but it ended up being all I worked on for the rest of the day. I didn't even finish! It ended up being really tough.

But it was fun. Having a project that was so intense. I am most of the way through this first draft but man. Juggling overnight and day camp is rough!! Like if it was one or the other it would be fine but man. But enough hours in the day for sure.

First I tried doing all the overnight. But then it didn't work with day camp. So since their day is shorter I switched to focusing on them and that went a lot better. A lot more streamlined.

James would let me know that the oil change, tire rotation, filter change, and new wiper blades, took less then an hour. Amazing. So they went home to read and do some stuff at the house. And would head to get me after stopping at the grocery store for a few things we weren't able to get for Thanksgiving. And then headed to me.

I would work up until they came to get me. I would stop for a little lunch. I discovered I only really like yellow peppers. Alexi had me try and orange one, since I hated the red one I brought, and I was just not into it. Good to know about myself.

When James got there I finished up in a good spot so tomorrow, while I'm working at home, I will have a good spot to jump into. And then we were off.

I was very surprised how cold it was. And how hard it was raining. It didn't seem to be raining that hard when I was inside. We got to the car and headed home. Slowly. Because the rain and heavy in the highway.

I started not feeling amazing while we were driving home. The grey made me feel tired, and I had had no protein today. So I was a little woozy.

When we got back here James made us popcorn. And the snack helped while we waited for pasta dinner to be done.

But I just spent the evening on the couch. I changed into a big sweater. And got cozy with sweetp.

After dinner I would eventually get up to vacuum up some more snails. But I was mostly just chilling and watching videos. Eventually James came and laid in bed with me to watch videos and laugh and cuddle for a while. It has been a sleepy evening and it's just been nice.

I took a shower but decided I would wash my hair tomorrow. I am going to work at home. I hope to make more work on this schedule and then Alexi asked me to start designing a holiday card and think up a patch design to give to the couples that frt married at camp. So cute. I'm excited to get to do more design stuff.

I hope you all sleep well tonight and have a cozy day tomorrow. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[otrtbs]

HELLO NAT!!! okay I have a few things to say and I will try to make this short because I have habit is talking too much on Internet BYE

okay so the thing is, I don't just love ahb,,, I ADORE it. like,, straight up adore it. I associate so many things with ur fic and maybe it's little bit insane and unhealthy but it makes me so happy and I'm ATTACHED okay?? it's just THAT GOOD.

now, I've always loved arts. my grandpa is musician, my dad is obsessed with paintings and has collection of books about artists (I have degas' book next to my bed atm), my sister is taking art studies in uni so i've always been close to arts and always wanted to take art studies in uni as well,,, but after ahb??? OH don't even get me STARTED.

that fic changed so many things for me, I became totally different person during summer and even my classmates can see that. I started consuming more information about paintings as well and discovered paintings that now I simply adore (the kiss by hayez, death and life by klimt (all credit to ahb for this one), the storm on the sea of galilee by rembrandt (watched documentaryabout gardner heist, LOVED IT), the angel in the sun by turner and SO MANY MORE!!) and all of it happened because of YOUR fic

all of this is exactly why I absolutely lost my shit and legit CRIED when I saw that u read my fic,,, it just means so so much I simply can not put it into words. I hope I don't sound too dramatic when I say that you, quite literary, changed the way I viewed arts and some other things as well with your fic and it just means a lot that you read something I created and most importantly - you LIKED it?? OH yeah imma go CRY again /pos

obviously that's not everything I have to say but it's 3 am and I have school tomorrow AND I don't wanna bore you too much with my rantings sooo I guess that's main things I wanted to say.

(OH and I absolutely LOVED new chapter of tcb!! you're amazing.)

ahh hello!! (I also talk too much on the internet,, rambling is my favorite so I see you and I am you haha)

first, I want to say you have no idea how much it means to me to know that my fic had a positive impact on you oh my goodness :,)) i am so happy that you love art heist, and that it makes you happy, and that it led to you looking into art more (let me cry for 284858201 years,, my heart is so FULL :,)) )

second!! THE KISS BY HEYEZ that’s such a good one!! ALSO THE ISABELLA STEWART GARDNER HEIST I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME !!! i want it solved !!! i want to know !!!!!! I WANT THE PAINTINGS BACK!!!!

also YEAH UR FIC WAS SO GOOD AHHH

i love love love unrequited Bartylus and ur fic had regulus AND barty yearning :,( my feeble heart i adore both of them so much <333 if you ever write a follow up please lmk so I can read it !! haha (absolutely no pressure though!! ur fic is wonderful as a stand-alone!!)

i cannot thank you enough for your kindness and the love you’ve shown art heist, baby! :,) i hope you get a good nights sleep and you have a good day!!!! (also you could never bore me, this I can promise)

(also, also ahhh thank you so so much for reading tcb! I’m so glad you like it <33)

okay, thank you again for sending this wonderfully kind message ahhh good luck with school :,) <333

#art heist baby! #asks #tender curiosities baby!

[remcycl333]

hi rem! i just wanted to thank you for helping me so much with your posts. i'm currently at the end of my summer break and i just remembered what my summer break was like last year:

TW suicide mention i was trapped in the seemingly endless cycle of obsession > trying a new method > 'failing' > frustration cycle when it came to manifestation. only having a week or so left of no school made it even worse. i was also transferring to another school because of bullying that year and i didn't want my new classmates to make fun of my appearance as my old ones did. i also had this if i don't manifest looking like my df by the first day of school i'm killing myself mindset. i was just miserable because i depended on my manifestations appearing, which they didn't because of my mindset.

now, it's saturday and tomorrow's my last day of break. i've discovered loa tumblr in early 2022 and while i've read pretty much every post on every topic, i haven't applied much and my 3dhast conformed yet (also because i kinda was switching my desires. but i don't worry, because in my 4d i'm a teen living in minato city with my brother, not having to worry about anything because i neither go to school nor have a job, not some senior that has to pass their final exams. speaking of finals, i don't have to worry about those either since my 3d can and will mirror my 4d before i even have to study for the finals.

i still feel down sometimes, but even a master manifestor does. not seeing my ideals in the 3d just encourages me to keep persisting. while i'm still manifesting some appearance changes, i do not worry about it anymore, even if i got some mean comments at school. after all, this doesn't happen in my 4d.

i'm sorry if this is lengthy, but i just wanted to thank you by sharing my story. you were by far the biggest with shifting my mindset. this sounds very corny but i don't think i'll ever forget you, even if i'll have my dream life where i don't care about the loa anymore. I hope you know how amazing you are, rem<3

aww this warms my heart!! i'm so glad that i've had such an impact on you! <3

if you're not already, i would advise you to work on self-concept!! that way even if you go to school without your desired face, no one will make fun of you. i hope you have the best year, im wishing you the best of luck!! 🤍

#asks

[pixuou]

They were both still very much into arts, with Monica even newly developing a fondness for pottery (and discovering that she was, in fact, a Savvy Sculptor).

But she also took her job at the SimNation Workers' Party very seriously. She was already a state assembly representative, and she had her eye set on becoming the party's runner-up for mayor in the next elections, which were commencing in 2012 [Round 2 is early 2008 to early 2010, so SimCity mayoral elections are going to be held two years from the end of this round].

Sometimes she drove Jared crazy by constantly banging on about politics, though.

Monica: You can't tell me you don't care about how negatively the privatization of pharmaceutical companies will affect our local communities! This government is a THREAT!

Jared: No, I care!!! I promise! I know, I know, they can't stay in power. I'm just saying you need to let loose sometimes and forget about it for a little, at least for the weekend. Hey, why don't we go to the gallery tomorrow?

Monica: But... don't you have work on Saturdays?

Jared: Not anymore, Checo let me change my shifts!

And so they went to the Belladonna Cove Art Museum, to view art and to socialize a little.

Kendra (townie teen): Sorry, but aren't you... Monica Bratford from the WP faction?

Monica: Why yes I am! How do you even— How do you know me?

Kendra: I read about you in the assembly reports in the Times!

Monica, thinking: Wow, somebody actually reads those things?

Kendra: I admire you and your party's work! I so badly wish I could have voted in the last elections, but I was underage. Well, I still am... But in the next one... the WP will get more seats! I have so many friends who believe in this movement.

Monica: And we believe in your generation, so you better pull through! Hey, I'll tell you something... We are actually about to propose an amendment to have the voting age lowered to 16. Young people like you are so educated on current issues these days!

Kendra: YES! That's just what I was telling my friends the other day... "It's crazy how I can apply for an internship at a political party at 16 but I can't cast my vote."

Monica: Speaking of which... You sound like you would make a great WP intern.

Kendra: Ahh, I wanted to apply for next year so bad but I just missed the deadline...

Monica: Really? Hmm... Give me your name and your number, I'll see if I can do something about that.

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