#proceeds to tell me about how he was her neighbor when she was a little kid and was basically the old man from monster house

[mochapanda]

today i found out that the annoying old man that pissed me off and sent me into a meltdown last week is actually like. the most infamous evil old man within the entire city

#like we were talking about how awful our customers are to this lady who works upstairs #and i was like 'well i dont know if you know him but auggie-' 'YES HES THE WORST OH MY GOD' #proceeds to tell me about how he was her neighbor when she was a little kid and was basically the old man from monster house #FUNNIEST FUCKING THING ive ever seen just random people from different places banning together to hate this old fucker #apparently also his house got hit by a drunk driver recently. love to see it #also i saw one my regulars from tmobile there today :) was wondering how i haven't come across any yet #cause they all go to the other location ig lol

[jamiesfootball]

Please tell us more about your original works!!

Honest to God, I was thinking of your stories earlier today and thought how lucky we are you spend any time writing fan fiction (and for the show that is my hyper fixation! How did I get this lucky?) because you’re so fucking talented you should writing real books.

you are always far far nicer to me than i deserve and I LOVE IT! (I LOVE YOU!!)

The wonderful thing about fanfiction is that writing for Ted Lasso has full-on cured my years-long writing slump. And I am looking at all of these book ideas, some of which have been kicking around in my brain for going on 10 years, and i'm like....yeah, yeah. I am going to work on those :D

So these are the ones I'm working on. They are in various states of progress.

My Babies! If any of these are getting finished first, it will be one of these three!

Barnacle - the placeholder name for my DETECTIVE STORY. A woman who has recently left a troubled marriage, our main character is a shell of the person she used to be. Wanting to put as much distance between her and the California life she left behind, she's rented a cabin in the middle of a small tourist town in the northern cold. When a man in the neighboring cabin is murdered during the night, she finds her mind stirred to action as the pieces of herself that she thought lost slowly come back to her. (And then she becomes a private investigator because I love detective stories and she solves crimes and makes friends and this is just the first one and I'm like. super excited about it.)

A Robot Named Future - this one is my long-brewing wip. It's about an AI robot from the not-to-distant future that gets rebooted ('wakes up') in a junkyard the very far distant future. Lots of scifi tropes, lots about the erosion of history and humans always being humans, and of course, food. Like a lot about food in this one.

Chasing Whispers in the Canyon (Western (sort of)) - Injured and AWOL military soldier Joanna is on the brink of death in the middle of the desert when she is saved by a tall, pale stranger. Her and the stranger -- an offputting, odd woman who's absolutely lethal with a pistol - hunker down together in a small town that seems on the verge of its own small war. When trouble comes for Joanna, the stranger risks drawing the attention of her own complicated past to save the woman who is possibly her only friend. (yes, the placeholder title is a song title. One song spurred all of this. I regret nothing)

The ones I'll get to one day!

Boots and Babes on the Boardwalk - I don't know why I titled it this way other than the alliteration (needs a new title). This one is about a partially closeted, mentally ill, middle aged gay man who's running his conservaative family's shady business. He just fell head over heels about another man, and that's serving as an impetus for him to actually look at his life. On temporary hiatus because the plot is a little wobbly

The Lens - Guy who recently went blind and had to drop out of an art program accompanies his still-seeing friend to a museum exhibit. Due to the awkward tension their circumstances have put between them, neither notices when his friend proceeds to lose the camera equipment he'd checked out from campus. With the museum closing in an hour and his friend's final grades on the line, these two piece together where in the museum his friend lost his camera. (this one is more like a novella or a long short story)

The Hoard - One night. One party. Five thieves. One pile of dragon treasure. (Think leverage but the treasure they are stealing belongs to a corrupt government via dragons).

Hawaiian Shirts and Bruised Eyes - A butch, lesbian stuntwoman who broke her arm on a motorcycle meets a nurse at the hospital who may just be the love of her life. The love of her life may also be a serial killer. It's hard to say.

The Frog Witch - vengeful disgraced witch lady seeks revenge against the people who wronged her with the help of a prince who has been cast out from his people. References to Euripedes' Medea.

#ask box is always open #THANK YOU FOR ASKING #original works

[jinwoosungs]

{ 48 }

for the love of sukuna itadori.

sukuna x fem.reader

no curses au | itadori twins au | unedited

thinking about yuji's twin brother sukuna and how the moment he first laid eyes on you, began his relentless teasing and tormenting.

you are five years old, with your hair tied up into pigtails so as to give off an innocent appearance when you meet your next door neighbors for the first time. being dubbed as cute for most of your life, you saw no harm in your mother dressing you up in your favorite dress and pigtails, happily following her towards the house next to yours.

"mommy has to work for a bit, and the nice man with his two young boys agreed to play with you until mommy gets home. you behave now, okay?"

okay mommy, was your simple reply as you held on to your mother's hand with tiny fists. because truly, what would you know at such a young age of five than to follow your mother's words?

how could you have possibly known that this very moment was when your life would change for the worst?

your mother gives three firm knocks against the door and within just a few minutes, it opens.

a man around your mother's age was revealed. he had hair the color of strawberry cotton candy and a smile that appeared to be just as sweet. he says a few words to your mother before coming back down on his knees to match with your height.

"hello pretty girl, my name is jin, but you can call me uncle jin since i'll be watching over you while your mommy works from now on. i've got two boys that are just your age as well, so i'm sure you'll have fun playing together with them."

you give him a shy nod and tell him thank you, just like how your mother taught you just hours before you came here. she gives you one last sweet smile before kneeling down to press a kiss against your hair. "i'll be back soon, you just have fun playing with uncle jin and his boys."

what seemed like mere seconds had passed when you were suddenly left alone in the itadori household. two figures catch your attention, and you look toward the stairs to see two little boys with different expressions on them.

they both had matching strawberry cotton candy hair, but one had a much kinder face than the other. he looked like a newborn puppy, keeping his melted chocolate eyes on you and asking you in a shy voice whether you were a new friend.

on the other hand, the other boy shared his face but not his kindness. he appeared cranky and upset, pouting at you while stomping down the steps to meet you.

"ah, s-sukuna! don't be mean!"

"shut up yuu, it's our house and i'm gonna set some rules!"

despite him being relatively the same size as you, you couldn't help but feel the way that sukuna boy was towering over you with a scowl on his face. "just cause papa and yuu think that you're cute means nothin' to me! you're not gonna play with my toys ever!"

it's then that the boy proceeds to tug at your pigtails, making you cry out as the pretty elastics that your mom had so prettily decorated against your hair was ripped from you. the pain felt against your scalp turns you into a bawling mess, catching uncle jin's attention from the kitchen as he immediately goes to comfort you.

"sukuna, that was very awful of you! today you'll have no snacks until you properly apologize to her!"

"whatever, i don't need snacks!" sukuna was still fuming when he went up the stairs and back to his room, slamming the door for extra dramatics while you were left sobbing in his father's arms with yuu comforting you.

jin apologizes for his eldest son's behavior, dubbing him as the more 'spoiled twins' between the two brothers. however, he tells you that yuji is much kinder and would be more than willing to share his toys with you.

and lucky for you, there was an absolute truth in that statement.

for the next several hours, you played with yuji, nearly forgetting all about sukuna and how mean he was. jin mentions something about giving sukuna some snacks anyways, since he had been in his room this whole time and might be hungry.

it was true that jin itadori was a kind father, that maybe you thought that sukuna never deserved such kindness-

however, in due time, you'll come to realize how complex sukuna could truly be, and that at the root of it all, he was just a dumb kid that didn't know how to deal with how he felt.

later that day, you recall having the urge to use the bathroom, the copious amounts of strawberry milk that you drank becoming near impossible to hold back. it got so bad that jin had to carry you to the bathroom, closing the door to help keep your privacy as you relieved yourself.

the feeling of relief was intense as you washed your hands, counting to thirty to the best of your abilities as you skipped a few numbers all while lathering the soap between your sticky hands. when you were satisfied with washing your hands, you give your reflection in the mirror a happy nod before drying your hands on a towel.

when you open the door, only to feel puzzled by the sight of your favorite treats settled in front of you.

on the wooden floors were two packets of your favorite fruit gummies with a carton of strawberry milk along with one of your elastics your mom had used to tie your hair.

using the elastic to tie your hair into an uneven ponytail, you gather the snacks with plans to share them with yuji. despite knowing it was probably sukuna who had given you his snacks and your elastic back as some sort of apology, you weren't quite brave enough to face him again.

when you came home that night, your mother asked you what happened to the other band that held up your hair in such cute little pigtails.

you lie and tell her you lost it while playing.

twin brother sukuna who loves spending his free time taking up your every thought and interrupting your playtime with yuji.

you're now eight years old, playing on the hot streets of your neighborhood with an array of colorful chalks surrounding you.

you were both giggling, with yuji doing a poor rendition of a tiger with his uneven orange lines and jagged black stripes. meanwhile, you were attempting to draw and color in rainbows for your butterfly, your brows knitted together in intense concentration as you lined the chalks together.

to your horror, you watch as a chalk rolls away from you, yellow in shade, and the one you needed the most at the moment. you reach out to it, only for it to be stopped by the tip of someone's sneakers.

your eyes trail up from the shoes, only to be met with sukuna's signature smirk. you stand back to your full height, but knew that sukuna still stands taller than you by at least a full head.

"can i have that back?"

his smirk widens, holding your chalk above your head, "dad always said it's rude not to say please."

his words make a surge of annoyance go through you, the urge to say some un-ladylike words to him was strong-

but your mom taught you better than that.

"can i have it back, please?"

"hm, no, i don't think so, how about-"

before sukuna could no doubt make another outrageous demand, yuji saves the day by sneaking up behind his brother and taking the chalk back himself. "see, this is why she doesn't wanna play with you, because you're such a jerk all the time."

when yuji gives you your chalk, both brothers were glaring at each other. it seemed obvious that sukuna was upset, but really, you didn't know why.

you didn't share that much in common with sukuna anyways, and you were sure he had better things to do than to draw animals with chalk. despite being the older twin, sukuna displayed interests that were vastly different from yuji. from playing video games to trying out different sports with the other kids, sukuna was clearly the more outspoken twin.

you hear him click his tongue, turning away from you and yuji with a grunt, but something manages to catch your eye just moments before sukuna ran off.

on his right wrist, you could have sworn he was wearing the same elastic that held up your hair during your first meeting with the itadori twins three years ago.

twin brother sukuna who shows his kindness in strange, roundabout ways.

you are now fifteen and old enough to know how much your mother struggles raising you as a single mother, which explains why your youngest memories were so intertwined with the itadori household.

your father was still kept as a tight lipped secret from you. every time you mention the man that had fathered you, a look of pain flashes across your mother's eyes, and all she can tell you is that he was long gone now.

this week would be a long one, since your mother's promotion now had her working oversees for days on end. but there was something particularly lonely about missing your mother for one whole week.

the forecast called for dark clouds and loud thunderstorms. despite how yuji promised to keep you safe from the ripples of lightning and the deep cracks of thunder, you still didn't feel safe enough.

as you both got ready for bed, with your usual blankets spread on the floor of yuji's bedroom, you held in your arms your favorite bunny plush you had since you were three years old.

it was worn, with its stitching becoming frayed at the ends and its fur losing the color of pastel blue, but it still carried a familiar scent-

the scent of your mother and home. only when you missed your mom and felt a desperation to be in her arms did you bring your favorite plush. with your nose buried within the soft plush and your eyes feeling heavier with sleep did you finally succumb to your dreams.

a loud crash was what ultimately awakens you, and you found yourself sweating on the floor with the blankets twisted around your ankles. it takes you a few minutes to comprehend that you were in yuji's room, with his snores serving as the perfect evidence of you not being alone-

so why were you suddenly hit with feelings of terror that you couldn't sleep?

your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you realized that something immensely important to you was missing.

your precious bunny.

knowing who the culprit was, you carefully stand from the floor, tiptoeing your way out of the room so as to not awaken yuji as you made your way to sukuna.

and what a bastard he was for stealing something so precious from you like that? surely he knew of how important it was to you, and had the audacity to take it away from you?

you weren't going to stand for this any longer.

you stand in front of his door and harshly knocked against his door, not caring if the sound woke him up. some groans were heard on the other side before the door was flung open, revealing sukuna dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers.

you refused to allow your eyes the pleasure of looking at him, the way he spent a few years playing various sports that had him discipline his body and turn it into the magnificent figure that stood before you. not daring to look at him, you simply turn your face away and held out your hand to him. "give him back."

"don't know what you're talkin' about, princess."

it seemed that he was mocking you, but you were too exhausted to take the bait. "please, i'm begging you, just give him back and-"

another sound of booming thunder crackling within the skies makes you jump, landing yourself in the very arms of the boy you had convinced yourself you hated simply because of how much joy he took in tormenting you.

yet when you land against his bare chest, you didn't hear any mocking words or the sounds of his laughter. instead, he shocks you by wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer to him while telling you "you really think that pathetic plushie can protect you better than i can?"

his words leave you speechless as you were silently brought into his bedroom. not even missing a beat, he picks you up and carries you to his bed, laying down all while keeping you pressed against his chest.

not even the sounds of his heartbeat could calm the rushing of blood against your ears. you were pressed so intimately close to sukuna that it was getting harder for you to breathe.

his scent surrounds you, nearly choking you as your palpitations seemed to speed up at the realization that this was real-

that sukuna itadori was truly holding and comforting you like a lover would.

your face was burning with embarrassment, and you let your hands curl against the hard wall of muscle that made up his chest, earning a scowl from his handsome face.

"this...i- i thought you hated me, sukuna."

he says nothing, simply twisting his hand around your strand of hair before gently forcing you back into him. "dad always said hate and love were two sides of the same coin."

lightning flashes through the room, and you desperately wanted to see sukuna's face. however, when you tried to pull away once more, the sheer strength of his arms stops you.

"don't look at me right now, i look stupid. there's this heat against my cheeks that won't go away, and i fucking hate it."

his gruff admission makes you smile into his skin. sukuna feels the sensation of your smile and traps you in an even deeper tangle of limbs when he wraps his legs around you.

"sleep. no one else can keep you safer than i can."

with those last words, you find yourself swaying a bit in his arms. you yawn one last time, suddenly not minding the storm as you fell into what had to be the most comfortable sleep you had in a long time.

twin brother sukuna who only showed you his true emotions when you were both much older.

you are now twenty-two years old, getting ready for your dinner date with sukuna.

he tells you to wear that one dress that accentuated your form to perfection and drove him wild, promising that this dinner was something special. you think nothing of it though, merely thinking of it as a means to celebrate his promotion at his more than well paid job.

there was something beautiful being together with a man you had known your whole life. as you and sukuna spent the following years growing closer, you were met with yuji's and jin's knowing smiles.

they had known all along that sukuna had felt some type of way with you, hence why they never questioned why he never took off your old scrungie on his right wrist or why he had hidden your plushie in hopes of getting closer to you.

he was just stupidly in love with you and didn't know how to handle it.

just thinking back on it now makes you giggle, the lovely sound so melodious that it took sukuna out of the bathroom where he spent some time getting ready for your date.

his shirt was still unbuttoned as he looked over at you, "what's so funny?"

you briefly look behind before standing, smoothing back your dress while giving him a soft smile, "i was just reminiscing on all the times you teased me and thought about how far we came."

he remains silent, expression unreadable as some emotion makes his gaze soften just the tiniest bit. he walks toward you until he was close enough to touch you, reaching out a hand to gently caress at your bottom lip. "and do you regret it?"

you lean into his touch with your eyes closed, humming a bit before taking a hold of his hand to press a kiss against the palm of it. opening your eyes, you see sukuna's devastatingly handsome face looking down at you expectantly and smile,

"of course i don't regret it, my love."

sukuna sharply inhales, letting out a soft curse before getting down on one knee. your eyes widen at the sudden change in stance, and you felt them quickly fill with tears when he brings out a tiny velvet box from the confines of his pants.

"i wanted to wait and propose to you after dinner, but fuck it, i can't wait another minute. i need to be your husband, so please, marry me." his voice was rough, and the way he was looking up at you like you were the sole reason the sun came up every morning-

you said yes to his proposal, becoming teary eyed when he stands back to his full height and places the gorgeous ring on your left ring finger. he says your name with a reverence that made your whole body shiver, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss when his hands suddenly worked on sliding the zipper of your dress down.

"forget about the restaurant. i have a new way of celebrating our engagement." he states while placing his knee between your legs.

you were given little choice but to accept his promise of pleasure as you eagerly welcomed him with open arms, forever tying yourself to the man you had grown to love.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen fluff #sukuna ryoumen fluff #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #.stories

[foggyfanfic]

Hi!

Can you answer ☔ from the WIP ask?)

Hello! Thanks for asking, that’s very sweet of you! Hearing from you always makes me smile. As usual, I have many words. I really thought I was going to be able to keep this within a paragraph. But I failed.

I have one I know I’ll never write because it has wandered far enough away from the source material that if I change two names it’s an original story. It started as a story where Bruno grows old, dies, goes to heaven, then gets resurrected by a necromancer for mysterious reasons; and originally the main thrust of the story was 1) exploring how the Encanto may have grown in the past few decades since the movie, plus how they'd handle how unavoidable the internet is becoming, and 2) Bruno gets to meet other LGBT/mentally ill people (and mentor those within his own family). But then it kinda spiraled out from there. That internet thing turned into the theme of isolationism vs globalism, and now there are more OC's than characters from Encanto, and it's not even in the same universe anymore. Even my self indulgent OC has ended up wandering miles away from being a self insert and is now an allegory for the benefits of globalism. (Where as the villain has become an allegory for the downsides of globalism).

Incidentally however, within that story one of the main OC’s was Camilo’s grand daughter, who could look into the past. And of course I had to come up with a wife and kids to give Camilo so the girl could have a father, and that spiraled into its own story that I’ll probably never write. (This is where the long part starts).

So! One day, when Camilo’s like 25 or something, he’s trying to figure out what to get Mirabel for her birthday. He comes up with the idea that he’ll turn into one of the girls from her embroidery club and find out if there’s any embroidery supplies she needs. He goes out into the market, finds Mirabel, hides behind the corner, and turns into one of the women from the club. He gets two steps out from where he was hiding, before a quiet girl he’s never really spoken to steps into his path, and says, “Oh good, there you are! I have got to tell you what Camilo did this morning.”

Camilo, of course, already knows what he did this morning, he helped one of the kids practice being goalie in anticipation for try outs. But he’s only human, so when somebody gives an intro like that, he of course needs to know what they’re gonna say next.

“You don’t mind, right?” she asks, before he can prompt her, “If you’re busy this can wait until Saturday.”

“No, no, not busy at all,��� Camilo says, even as he watches Mirabel walk away past this girl’s shoulder.

And the woman (who thinks she's talking to her best friend) proceeds to tell him all about what he did that morning, only where as he saw it as just a fun way to help one of his neighbors, she saw it as the “sweetest, most wonderful thing”. He’s flattered of course, but very confused and a little surprised, he’s pretty sure he and this woman were in the same class growing up and she never seemed all that interested in him. In anything, really. She always seemed very flat, he would never (again) be so rude as to call somebody boring, but… well, she definitely never seemed so expressive or lively in group settings.

Then the woman really throws him for a loop when she says something wildly inappropriate. I haven’t nailed down exactly what, but think something from one of those “celebrity reads thirst tweets” videos. Something that’s hilarious and extremely horny. The sort of joke you would only make with your most trusted best friend and never ever want your crush to hear.

Camilo is so shocked he accidentally drops his disguise, even while he’s laughing at the joke she made (he had no idea this girl was so witty).

Her face goes from a conspiratorial grin to a look of absolute horror. He has just enough time to realize how this probably looks to her, before the horror gives way to humiliated rage, and she punches him. Knocks him flat on his back. (He had no idea this girl could punch so hard, or that he liked that in a woman).

She runs away, but not before Camilo sees the tears welling in her eyes. He heads to Tía Juli, gets a healing arepa, then goes back out to find the girl so he can explain himself. And reassure her that he thought her joke was hilarious, not that she was.

He isn’t able to pin her down and actually spends the next three weeks trying. In that time he learns things about her such as her name is Adelaide, she teaches young kids, volunteers every chance she gets, loves astronomy, and has apparently been stopping by Casita since the gifts came back to ask Tío Bruno for visions about space.

He begs Tío Bruno for help, but Bruno (pretends) he has no interest in helping Camilo. Truth is, Bruno picked up very quickly that Adelaide was actually using the visions as an excuse to drop by Casita and catch a glimpse of Camilo. When Camilo and Adelaide were teenagers he felt sorry for her, because she was clearly head over heels, but they seemed completely incompatible. But now, in their mid-twenties, she’s gaining confidence while Camilo is gaining maturity, and Bruno is becoming super invested in this potential relationship. So, after letting Camilo squirm just a little, Bruno agrees to help by saying he’ll convince her to talk to him, if he comes up with the best damn apology anybody has ever given.

Camilo eagerly agrees, and decides that the best apology he can think of is a new telescope, the only reason he knew she liked space was because she’d been trying to find a new lens for her current one but couldn’t afford one. He buys her the telescope, but looking at it, it doesn’t seem quite enough. So he throws in a bouquet of flowers, and also some chocolate, and also a moonlit picnic so she’d be able to use the telescope right away, of course. Bruno leads Adelaide to Camilo’s not-at-all-a-date-shut-up-Antonio, then has to immediately excuse himself to keep from giggling maniacally. Leaving the two young adults standing awkwardly by the picnic blanket. Camilo wordlessly holds up the bouquet, she wordlessly accepts, then they both sit down and just sort of stare at the food.

Eventually, they talk it out, Camilo explains himself, and admits he may have developed a bit of a crush on her when she punched him. Adelaide figures she’d already humiliated herself as mush as she can, so she apologizes for hitting him, and admits she’s been in love with had a crush on Camilo ever since they were six and he shared his lunch with her. Camilo has zero memory of this, but alright, this works. Let’s go! So they date, and fall in love, and live mostly happily ever after (her family causes problems, which is a major part of the granddaughter OC’s backstory, but this is already very long).

#foggy rambles #camilo madrigal #ask game #encanto #there is no way in hell Camilo would go for a demure woman #not after the upbringing he's had #however #it would balance out the whole snarky entertainer thing he's got going in canon #if he ends up with somebody who is quiet #so I figure a quiet seemingly wallflower type person #who can and will hand you your ass if you cross her #thank you Teawizard I do genuinely enjoy hearing your thoughts on the stuff I write (and never get tired of your comments)

[chenfordspiral]

she was always the one you were meant to find

She’s still debating whether or not it was a good idea to ask Tim for help when she gets out of the car in front of the building Tim sent her the address to. She has to laugh again when she realizes, again, that he’d sent her an address to an apartment building. Tim has never been an apartment guy, always preferring a house where the neighbors weren’t as nosy. Then again, he did say he wasn’t actually at home.

She pulls out her phone to check for the apartment number again while she’s walking toward the entrance. Apartment 610. She presses the buzzer and waits until she hears the door open.

Why is she still so nervous? Okay, she hasn’t seen him since the divorce was finalized, her nerves are to be expected. But they left things pretty amicable. And he did agree to see her. So, no reason to be nervous, right? But the fact that he’s not actually home does make her think. Who is he staying with?

Family? No, that can’t be it. He doesn’t exactly have a great relationship with them. A friend? But why would he be at a friend’s place this early in the morning? A girlfriend? The thought of him in a relationship doesn’t set off the jolt of jealousy she was expecting. Instead, she starts hoping. Hoping that he found someone to love again. That he’s happy. Because god knows he deserves it after what she put him through.

She’s clearly been thinking too much, because suddenly, she’s in front of apartment 610 without even realizing that she’d walked up those six flights of stairs. She doesn’t knock immediately. She takes a moment to collect herself and then knocks.

She doesn’t know who she expected to see on the other side of the door if not Tim, but definitely not a young adult, who she suspects might still be a teenager.

“Hi, I’m Isabel. I’m here to see Tim?”

“Oh, yes. He mentioned you were coming by. Come on in. I’m Tamara.”

She smiles at the young woman as she crosses the threshold. And is very taken aback when she sees Lucy Chen, Tim’s former rookie in the kitchen. She knows her surprise is evident on her face, if the way Lucy smiles is any indication.

“Hi Isabel.”

“Lucy. Hi. I’m- I. Huh?”

Lucy chuckles. Before she can say anything though, they can hear the door right next to the kitchen open. Isabel sees Tim coming out a second later. She smiles. It takes one look at him to see that he’s happy. At peace. Very different to the man she remembers when they had seen each other last. And somehow, he looks younger. Is he ageing backwards? Yeah, that’s not unfair at all.

“Isabel, hi.”

“Hi, Tim. It’s good to see you.”

“You, too.”

He walks toward where the three women are standing a little awkwardly in the kitchen/entryway. She can practically feel Tamara glaring at her. She seems very protective. Tim breaks the silence between them.

“Why don’t we go sit down and talk?” he asks, as he’s pointing toward the living room. Isabel nods and follows him. She can hear Lucy and Tamara talking quietly in the kitchen as she sits down.

“Thanks for agreeing to see me, Tim.”

“Of course. It sounded quite urgent. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Uhm. Well, kind of. Okay, so.”

She proceeds to tell him about one of her former partners and how she’s come to learn that he’s been MIA on an undercover assignment for some time, which is very unlike him. Tim asks what he can do and how he can help without hesitation. He’s always been good at that. Lucy is of course also ready to help, offering to go UC with her to try and get to the bottom of why her friend is missing.

She doesn’t yet ask the question she’s been dying to ask since she realized that Tim had invited her to Lucy’s apartment.

But later, when she’s in the car with him and they’ve been sitting in silence for a few moments, she does finally ask.

“So. Are we gonna talk about how you invited me to Lucy’s apartment and why you where there or…?”

She trails off and looks at him expectantly. He chuckles, and dips his head shyly to try and hide the smile she can still make out anyway.

“Yeah. Uhm. We’re uh… together.”

Even though she knew what he was going to say before he said it, it still takes her a little by surprise to hear it said out loud. She hums. He looks at her.

“You don’t look surprised.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I was definitely surprised when I saw her earlier and realized that it was her apartment you invited me to, because I knew that it meant you two were probably together. You don’t spend time with your former rookies. But… she’s always been different to all the others, hasn’t she?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

There’s a fond smile on his face as he says it.

“I mean, it was obvious she always cared about you. She did call me and asked how you learned best, after all. You don’t do that unless you really care about someone.”

“That’s just who she is. Always taking care of the people around her.”

Isabel hums again, agreeing with him. Lucy always seemed too good and kind for this world.

“Congratulations, by the way. On making sergeant.”

He chuckles as he thanks her.

“How’s the job going anyway?”

“Good. It’s good. Metro’s more fun than I thought it would be.”

“Metro?”

“Yeah. Couldn’t exactly stay in the same chain of command after Lucy and I started dating, so. Switched to Court Liaison for a couple weeks so neither one of us had to transfer, before Lucy managed to coordinate an open spot in Metro to save me from boredom.”

Isabel doesn’t know what surprises her more. The fact that he’s no longer on patrol, or that he took a desk job. Willingly. But she knows him. He would never do that for someone, let alone someone who used to be his subordinate, his rookie, if it weren’t serious. If he wasn’t one hundred per cent in it. And she can see it in his eyes, in the way he has a constant little smile on his face now. And she could definitely see it in the way he looked at Lucy earlier.

He's head over heels in love with her.

And Lucy isn’t fairing much better. She saw the brief flash of jealousy earlier before she schooled her features and seemed to relax, confident in Tim’s commitment to her. She could see the love in her eyes as she looked at Tim.

“Wow. This is really serious for you.”

“It is,” he replies softly. There’s a few moments of comfortable silence between them before she decides to switch topics. It should be weird to talk to her ex about who he’s dating now, but it really wasn’t. She always hoped he’d find happiness again. And she’s so glad that he has.

“So. How’s she doing with the job?”

“She’s good. Really good. Planning on taking the detective’s exam soon. Probably gonna be UC for intelligence, or narcotics.”

Isabel doesn’t know what to say. The similarities to her are astounding. And she’s sure that Tim doesn’t like that. He was never a big fan of undercover work, even less so after what it did to her and their relationship. It’s gotta be difficult for him to have Lucy headed down a very similar path.

“And you’re… okay with that?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… come on. You know what I mean. It doesn’t bother you that she’s planning on doing UC work?”

The way he’s silent for too long tells her everything she needs to know. No. He does not, in fact, like it. She can practically feel the tension, the concern for Lucy radiating off him. But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he deflects.

“Can we not talk about this, please?”

She nods. She knows that UC is a sensitive topic for Tim. That’s to be expected. It does make her wonder though, why he hasn’t talked to Lucy about it. And why Lucy apparently hasn’t brought it up, either. Or hasn't pressed him enough. She has to know how difficult it is for Tim to be supportive of that. Then again, she’s never known someone as selfless as Tim. She really shouldn’t be surprised that he hasn’t brought it up.

And later, when they’re working the case, she can immediately see that Lucy is good at UC. But she knows that short ops like this one are different than long-term, deep undercover ops. Those require a certain kind of sacrifice that she’s not sure Lucy has really experienced before or is completely aware of.

Which is why she can’t stop herself from talking to her about it after they’ve successfully managed to get her former partner out. She spots Lucy across the bullpen after having said goodbye to Tim and thanking him for his willingness to help her in the first place – and telling him how good Lucy is for him, how happy she is that he’s happy. She makes her way over to her.

“Hey, Lucy!”

“Hi. You getting ready to leave?”

“Yeah. But I wanted to thank you for your help before I left. I know it must’ve been at least a little weird to see me again, now that, you know, you and Tim are together.”

Lucy chuckles.

“Maybe a little. But it was good seeing you, knowing you’re doing well.”

“Thank you. And thank you for making him happy and putting that constant smile on his face. It’s good to know he’s okay. Better than, even.”

Lucy smiles shyly. There’s a few moments of silence between them before Isabel speaks again.

“Listen. Uhm, I know I have no right to say anything but… are you sure undercover is what you want to do?”

Off of Lucy’s surprised look, Isabel continues.

“I asked Tim what you were planning to do, career-wise. And he mentioned you thought about becoming a UC detective in intelligence or narcotics...”

She trails off, letting the obvious similarities between her former career and Lucy’s apparent plans hang in the air. She takes a deep breath before continuing.

“Look. I know it’s really not my place to say anything, and I’m really sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable with it. But… make sure that undercover is really what you want to do. Because it would mean sacrificing a whole lot of personal life, of spending time with your partner, your friends. I experienced firsthand how difficult it is to build and be a relationship when you’re gone for so many months every year and only get a few days or weeks in between assignments. It really takes a toll on you.”

She pauses again to let it all sink in for Lucy before she continues.

“And… we both know that Tim’s way too selfless to ever say anything, but the thought of you being gone for months at a time is killing him. So, talk to him about it. If you don’t bring it up, he’ll just continue to bury it all before it would all boil over eventually. And who knows how that would end. Talk and be honest with each other. God knows you both deserve to be happy together.”

She can tell that she’s rendered Lucy utterly speechless for several moments. She probably never expected her, Tim’s ex-wife, of all people to give her a nudge in the right direction. She knows that Lucy probably knows that Tim doesn’t love the idea of UC for her. But maybe also thought he might’ve brought it up before if it really bothered him that much.

She saw firsthand how good Lucy is at undercover work. She knows she would do amazing work as a UC detective. But she also knows that, just because you’re good at something, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the right thing for you to do. And Lucy doesn't really strike her as someone who likes being separated from her family for long periods of time.

“We both know that he’ll never ask you to walk away from something he knows you seem to love. But you need to talk about it if your relationship is supposed to survive. It sounds harsh but, I didn’t push him enough when we were together. And we both know how that worked out. No, undercover wasn’t the only problem we had, but it brought it all to the surface. I can tell that this, that you two together are different, but you need to talk it out.”

When Lucy remains silent for a little too long, Isabel fears that she’s majorly overstepped. Lucy’s a strong woman, she can make her own decisions without her input. But a little insight from someone who worked undercover for years and was in a relationship with Tim at the time might be helpful.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped here, I ju-“

“No, no. You-you’re fine. Thank you. I honestly don’t know why I haven’t really talked to him about it… maybe because I’m not sure it’s the right move. But I don’t know what I’d wanna do instead.”

“More reason to talk to him. Tell him what you think. Have him tell you what he thinks, what he really thinks. You know he’ll help you figure it all out,” Isabel tells her softly.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I will. Thank you, again. I appreciate it.”

Isabel smiles at the younger woman.

“Take care, Lucy. I’m confident you’ll succeed with whatever you decide to do.”

“Thanks. You, too. It was good seeing you again.”

They go in for a brief hug and then say their goodbyes.

As Isabel walks out of the station, she is overcome with an intense sense of calm and right. Yes, a part of her will always love Tim, and she knows he feels the same. But it was good to finally see and accept that they were always headed in different directions. That they were never meant to last. And that Lucy was always exactly what and who he needed. She’s confident that they can overcome any and all curveballs life decides to throw at them.

She can’t help but chuckle once she’s in her car. Never in a million years did she expect Tim to fall for his rookie. But life can be funny. Sometimes, you meet your person in the most unlikely and unexpected way. But at exactly the right time.

And as she’s driving out of the parking lot of Mid-Wilshire, she wonders how long it’ll take before Tim proposes to Lucy (and whether or not she'll get an invitation). Because she knows with absolute certainty that that’s where those two are headed.

Because they were always meant to be.

#Isabel's POV #spec fic for 5x20 #mychenfordstories

[the-girl-with-the-glass-heart]

I've never drawn stardew valley fanart before but since you guys liked my Alex and Harvey body swap idea so much I thought I'd draw something for it.

"What happens when a 40 year old wimpy doctor with a dad bod swaps bodies with his conceited 20 year old athletic neighbor on the same day that one of them has a date for the flower dance and the other has an interview that could make or break his business? Alot of really stupid hijinks and some kinda horrifying angst."

Yeah I draw Harvey over weight, fight me.

For those who haven't seen the post I made a long long hypothetical post about what if Alex and Harvey swapped bodies and it got quite a few notes so I'm happy you guys liked it.

Here are some really great things I think would happen here that I didn't mention in the other post.

-Since Alex is a conceited asshole before he gets character development he spends alot of time complaining about how old Harvey's body is and how fat and weak it is or his stupid mustache, the good news is that Harvey doesn't hesitate to call him an asshole and a good portion of this idea is Alex being humiliated by circumstance. The very first thing he said when finding he was in Harvey's body was "look at my hands! I have witch hands! I look like I should be stirring a cauldron!". Don't worry, Alex learns better and apologizes to Harvey about it which actually helps them switch back.

-Harvey gives Alex a ton of notes on taking care of his patients in his absence and Alex is 100% sure that this is gonna be a cake walk, after all, how hard can being a doctor be when you've just got like... 20 people to look after? Pretty hard actually considering everyone in the valley is unbelievably stupid. Marnie and Jodi show up because their kids swallowed marbles, not together, they just both got the worst idea ever at the same time.

Shane calls in to complain about how he feels awful for some mysterious reason, making Alex yell at him "MAYBE CAUSE YOU LIVE OFF TWO HOURS OF SLEEP AND A DIET OF PEPPER POPPERS AND BEER!". Shane is absolutely stunned at this realization, could have never possibly conceived it.

Lewis walks in complaining that he has splinters all over his body and Alex asks why Lewis says it's cause he was naked in a bush, Alex decides not to press any further.

-Harvey attempts to walk Alex's dog, sure he's never walked one before since he's allergic to them, but it's probably not that hard. Dusty then proceeds to yeet Harvey all over stardew valley, smacking him into mail boxes and bushes and buildings.

-People keep throwing things at Harvey and expecting him him catch it, he's gonna have a broken nose by the end of the day if people don't stop.

-Like I said before, Alex has a date with Haley for the flower festival and says Harvey has to go in his place or else Haley will be crushed.

Later when Alex is at Harvey's aerobics class he sees Haley there and over hears her talking to Emily about how she's upset that Alex is avoiding her and how she doesn't even know if he will meet her at the festival.

Alex jumps in to very enthusiastically and somejeay creepily tell her that he will absolutely 100% be there no matter what because Alex told him himself.

Haley doesn't even acknowledge what he just said and asks why a man's in a dance aerobics class, Alex has no explanation.

-At the flower dance Harvey is on the phone with Alex saying that he's terrified to dance with Haley, Alex who is back at Harvey's apartment, chastises him for being a little bitch and tell him him take charge and ask her to dance.

"I don't know how to be romantic!"

"Come on Harvey you can't seriously tell me you've never seen a romance movie before!"

"I mean, I saw titanic once with my mom."

"Perfect! Act like Jack!" "You want me to drown myself?" "No! I thought you were smart dude!" "I am but I also have a generalized anxiety disorder and you're freaking me out right now!".

-Harvey is trying his best, God bless him, but Haley can tell he's incredibly nervous since he keeps looking down at their feet and his palms are incredibly sweaty, grossing Haley out.

-Meanwhile Alex is at home cause he's being interviewed by some medical magazine about what it's like to be a doctor in a small town and absolutely failing to say anything interesting or remotely substantial.

-He's barely even trying to hide that he isn't Harvey, he's putting his feet up on the table, eating the whole time, dodging questions and just generally being kind of a dick.

-Alex was very very adamant about not going to Harvey's dance aerobics class since it's obviously a class for chicks 🙄, then when he gets there all the girls are doing just fine during the exercises while he's slowly dying and can't get up.

-Evelynn keeps forcing Harvey to eat, he cannot physically eat any more food but she just keep on giving him more and more. Harvey genuinely wonders how insane Alex's metabolism is since he can eat all of this and not gain a pound.

-i like the idea of Alex passing out in the clinic from the stress of working all day and also being a 40 year old man with back pain so Harvey gives him a little blankie.

-When Shane and Sam are talking at work sam mentions Alex and Harvey have been spending a alot of time together for no reason, Shane just says "Maybe they're gay.", Sam nods agreeingly and says "good for them.".

-I thought of three angsty concepts for this where one involves Harvey thinking about the possibility thay he could just run off and leave Alex in his old body and go live his pilot dreams no that he doesn't need glasses anymore, one where Alex confesses he's been so rude about Harvey's body because being conventionally attractive and fit is all he has, and one where Alex and Harvey are hit with the very real possibility that they might never be able to switch back and Alex will miss out on a huge portion of his life and Harvey will have to relive his all over again.

-Luckily they do get switched back by the end of the day and learn to understand one another better, they might not be friends but they've learned to respect each other a little more and Alex apologizes for saying all that mean shit about Harvey's body.

So yeah, that's about it, I'd like to make a full fanfic or comic out of this but idk, also alternatively I think body swaps between pierra and Morris, sebastian and Demetrius, and Shane and marnie would be very funny.

Thx that's about it.

#stardew valley bachelors #stardew alex #alex stardew valley #stardew valley alex #stardew valley harvey #harvey stardew #stardew harvey #sdv #sdv harvey #harvey sdv #alex sdv #sdv alex #harvey stardew valley #sdv fanart

[grimmswan]

Unexpected part 6

Unexpected Information

Grimm: Nick and Adalind

Nick Burkhardt is dealing with a broken heart after his girlfriend leaves him without word or warning. Adalind Schade is dealing with a broken heart after finding out the man she loved had been sleeping with her mother on the same day her mother was killed. When Adalind discovers she is pregnant, Nick volunteers to be there for her.

Nick received a call from his former neighbor, the nice old lady who lived next door to the old Victorian. "Nick, dear, my son and daughter in law are interested in buying your house, and were wondering if you were interested in selling it. I told them that you're hardly ever there. That since Juliette left, I've only ever seen you enter the house once a month, and you only ever stay a few minutes."

"I can't really do anything about the house until Juliette gets in touch with me. Her name is on the deed too. So her signature would be needed."

"Oh dear. I thought that she would have relinquished everything to you before she left. You know I saw her loading her things in her car. She took multiple trips, so I had time to ask her why she was leaving. I assumed the two of you has a fight. But what she said to me was so strange. She said that she was tired of being loved unconditionally. She was sick of not being able to say or do anything that would push you away. So now she had to be the bad guy in the relationship and end things. I asked her why she would want to end things. Do you know she actually said, because you're too perfect? Too loving, too kind, too devoted? Then she pointed to me and said, "And that is why I have to go. That look that everyone will be giving me because I broke up with the guy that everybody loves." Nick dear, it was then I realized that she must have been one of this bizarre people who need conflict and drama in their lives in order to be content. And if it doesn't happen naturally, they'll create it."

"I had no idea Juliette felt that way. I wished she would have come and talked to me about it."

"She knew you would have tried to fix things. But she wanted conflict. I know. My niece is similar. Nothing but drama in every relationship she's ever had. That's why she's been married and divorced three times before the age of thirty. I love her dearly, but I barely speak to her because she insists on filling the conversation with complaints about the man she is with, then complains that she is constantly being left. I once tried to give her advice, but she made it clear she didn't want it. That's how I knew not to try to dissuade Juliette from leaving without at least talking to you."

"Why didn't you tell me all of this before?"

"You were already hurting. I didn't want to add to it. But you seemed to have moved on. I was at the farmer's market the other day and I saw you with a pretty young lady. I was going to approach you, say hello, but the two of you seemed to be in your own little world. You were both smiling so brightly. I couldn't bare to intrude. It was wonderful seeing you happy again. I just wish Juliette had taken care of her responsibilities, so you could be free to move on."

When Nick told Adalind about the conversation he had with his former neighbor, she agreed. She didn't say it out loud, but she thought Juliette was a bitch for leaving Nick stuck with the house. She wasn't contributing anything to the mortgage or the taxes, but she would still be entitled to half of the proceeds if or when the house was sold.

Adalind decided to talk to her coworkers. There had to be some way to help Nick out of the mess Juliette had left him in.

#grimm au #nbc grimm #grimm nbc #grimm #nick/adalind #nick x adalind #nick and adalind #nick burkhardt #adalind schade #nadalind #grimmswanfic

[or0ch1maru]

Part Fourteen: The Visitors

***

I ignored going back to the lab for a while after my little session with y/n. I sit down on the couch in the living area after I washed my face with cold water. I needed to clear my head before getting back into my work. That girl doesn’t know what she does to me.

I wake the next morning, startled, never realizing I fell asleep. It’s only six. I know neither Kabuto or y/n will be up at this hour. Instead of going straight to my lab like always, i decide to head into town, pick up a few things that I know we need. I’m sure Kabuto will be fine looking after y/n for a few short hours, that’s if they even wake up before I’m back. I leave a note for Kabuto, sliding the slip under his door.

In town, the first thing I do is visit the Hokage, hoping for an update about the attacker.

“We have our best people on this case. Whoever it is doesn’t want to be caught. We have many Shinobi from neighboring towns looking into this.”

Says naruto from behind his desk.

“Let me help.”

I say, almost begging.

“I know my scent can help track them.”

I continue before I’m able to stop myself.

“Orochimaru…we need you to protect y/n. She’s the safest with you because no one expects it. They know she was with you that night they attacked the two of you in her home but they don’t know where you’re located. That’s our advantage.”

Explains the Hokage.

“My most trained Shinobi are taking care of this Orochimaru. They won’t be able to hide for long.”

Continues Naruto.

My head drops in defeat, I know he’s right but I just can’t help the urge of bringing in the person who wants to harm her.

“I know you want to be the one to capture them but I trust you most with her. I know you’re taking good care of y/n. And I know for a fact she’s enjoying all this time with you.”

Says Naruto as he wraps his muscular arm around my shoulder. Trying his best to comfort me.

“Thanks Lord Hokage.”

I say.

He squeezes my shoulders before releasing me.

“You’ll be the first to know when we gets any updates.”

Claims Naruto, giving me a smile. I try my best to return the gesture, now worrying even more about the girl I have at home. I must finish my errands and hurry home.

Two hours later I’m walking through the entrance to our hideout. Putting the brown paper bags on the kitchen counter. Before putting things away, I go and check on Kabuto and y/n. Kabuto is in the lab as usual, and for y/n, she’s in the shower. I could hear the water running as I passed her bedroom door. After finally finishing putting all the groceries away, I join Kabuto in the lab, passing some time as I wait for my visitors to arrive.

“Lord Orochimaru. Your guests are here.”

Says Kabuto, snapping me out of my work. I look at the time, 8pm already.

“Thank you Kabuto. Bring them to me in the living area.”

I say, pushing myself up from my chair. He holds the lab door open for me to leave behind him, going in opposite directions.

In the living area, I take a seat in the single arm chair, letting my old friends take the couch, giving them more room to relax and be comfortable. A moment later, the trio enter the room. My two friends take a seat, while Kabuto pours us some drinks. He places the tray down on the table that sits between us. We all lean forward to grab a glass. The cold sake feels good as it travels down my throat.

“Join us Kabuto.”

I say as I see him turn to leave.

“I couldn’t my Lord. They are your company.”

Says my assistant. I can tell he’s a bit nervous. The last time he saw these two were in action years back.

“Don’t be foolish. We’re all friends here.”

I explain, waving my hand in a way that tells him to pull up a seat and relax. He pulls up a wooden chair from the dining room table and sits close to me, still on the fence about being extroverted for the night. As the conversation and catching up proceeds, Kabuto loosens only a small percentage. As I get up to refill everyone’s cups, I pour an extra, just for him. I hope this will calm his nerves.

“How could I be so rude and forgetful. I haven’t introduced you to our newest resident.”

I say after finishing my third glass. Still feeling no buzz from the alcohol.

“Y/l/n.”

I say, not quite shouting but just loud enough for y/n to hear in the next room over.

“You called for me?”

She says from behind me. Transporting from her room to here.

“Why yes. Please introduce yourself to-.”

I begin.

“Pain. Itachi.”

She says, finishing off my sentence. She walks over to the kitchen and pours herself a glass as well. My body tenses as my visitors glance from the corner of their eye and over their shoulder at y/n. Even Kabuto glances in her direction.

“You’ve…met before?”

I ask curiously.

“Briefly. Apart from that, I’ve worked with Sasuke. I’ve heard a lot about you Itachi.”

She continues. Taking small sips of her sake as she explains.

“And what of Pain?”

I ask.

“He helped me escape.”

She says, looking up from her glass towards Pain. They lock eyes momentarily. My hand grips my cup harshly, watching them interact and the way they stare at her.

“That was gracious of you Pain.”

Says Kabuto. We all snap our attention to him. I see him relaxing now, more so after y/n joining. That’s interesting…

“What could I do? I wasn’t going to leave her there. I wanted Madara gone as much as the next person did.”

Explains my friend.

“He used his chakra to heal what he could in the little amount of time we had.”

Continues y/n. She hasn’t approached us yet, she’s still leaning against the kitchen counter. What can I do to get her closer to me? I think to myself. They are my friends but I’m feeling abnormally protective over her.

“Thank you for doing that Pain. We wouldn’t have such a great roommate if it wasn’t for you.”

I almost choke on my drink with Kabuto’s comment.

“Of course. I hope I’ll always be near by to help out.”

Replies Pain.

I zoned out as I try to control the overwhelming feeling of jealousy. I know this isn’t being done intentionally, it’s not even considered flirting. But why am I feeling so worked up? It’s not like y/n is flaunting anything or teasing them. Her beauty alone is enough to make a grown man fall to the floor at her feet. That isn’t her fault.

“I’ll be excusing myself for the night. Too much sake.”

Says Kabuto.

He places his third empty glass on the table, trying to hold himself steady as he retires to his room. Poor kid, I forgot he’s not one to drink much.

“Good night.”

Says Itachi, Pain, and Y/n as Kabuto closes his bedroom door.

Y/n watches me as she approaches, taking Kabuto’s place in the now empty seat beside me. My heart calms now that she’s close. I didn’t like that distance.

“How’s my brother doing?”

Asks Itachi. The first thing he’s said in a while.

“He’s good. He’ll be getting married soon.”

Comments y/n. Both Sasuke and Naruto are getting married next summer. I have both of their invites sitting on my desk in my room. I RSVP’d the day I retrieved both.

“To Sakura correct?”

Itachi questions.

“Yes. She’s been waiting for this her whole life.”

Y/n says, letting out a small laugh at an old childhood memory.

“I must send them something. I don’t think he’d want me at the wedding itself.”

Comments Itachi, more to himself than us. Y/n must of caught that as well since she didn’t reply.

My chest tightens up again as I see my friends watching y/n. Curious about her most likely. I never did tell them why she’s living here. I never brought home my past flings before and even they know that. But y/n. Y/n is different.

Another hour goes by and it’s midnight by the time my two friends depart. We all agree to another visit next month, if nothing holds us up. After locking the door behind them, I turn, making my way back to the living area where I left y/n. Now that I’m alone with her, I can feel my jealously coming back. Y/n is now in the kitchen cleaning the glasses and putting the rest of the Sake back in the fridge. As she starts turning around, my hands are gripping her biceps gently, not wanting to hurt her. I spin her so that she’s facing me, her back now pressing against the cold metal.

“Orochimaru?”

She asks sheepishly, looking up at me.

My lips plant themselves on hers, refusing to leave them. I move from her lips down to her neck, inserting my fangs, they slip through her soft skin so easily…leaving a mark.

A small moan seeps from y/n, making me go almost feral. Her blood touches my tongue, driving me mad. I catch myself before doing anymore. I slowly pull away, now looking down at her again. I lick my lips. The small wound on her neck bleeding only a little. That will leave a scar…

“Mine.”

I mutter out through a heavy pant. My arms now stretched out, pinning her to the refrigerator.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t like the way they were looking at you.”

I say into her ear.

My anger subsides as I feel one of her hands caress my face. She moves it down so it’s touching my jaw and the top of my neck. My eyes close automatically by her gesture. My forehead now resting against hers.

After a moment I pull away. Leaving her where she stands as I retreat to my room. The longer I’m left alone with her, the more I want to do to her, with her. I want to hear more of those delicious sounds of hers. But I would never do that while she’s been drinking. All of us ended up having three or more. I wouldn’t want her to regret doing anything with me…

#naruto #orochimaru #orochimaru stories #orochimaru story #kakshi hatake #naruto story

[falsebooles123]

Diary of a Horror Bufff 8.30.22

Ugh two days left bitches two days left.

Also I woke up at like 1 today (in the afternoon) so i feel riproaring to get some stuff done in the meantime what this means is that I'm gonna do a small chore between each of the movies we're watching and since I already sent off a work email I get a freebie ok les go.

Creepshow 2 (1987) dir. Michael Gornick

ok so I speant a bunch of time talking about this on letterboxd so check it out there but the main gist is that while its not as good as the original I still had fun.

Chicken of the Dead (2019) dir. Julien David

A beautiful story about a libertarian telling big goverment to go fuck themselves and they restrictive ideas of "how much food should be in foodstuff" and "not turning people into chicken zombies".

Irradiation (2021) dir. Sava Zivkovic

ok so this animation style is insane, like is this what console video games are like. I'm used to people looking like this.

homegirl with that bullet bra.

this is basically like a full ass video game teaser trailer where this russian scientist treks through a burnt irradiated forest to look at this eldritch anomily. I can't even explain further this is like AAA grade like sci-fi animation. this shit could have a whole ass TV show I am obsessed just fucking watch it.

Satan At Play (1907) dir. Segundo de Chomón

I mean we love a synopsis that starts with UWU "satan was bored"

so this is less narrative then the letterboxd discription implies. This is essentially more like a magic show Satan is bored and so in a revue style he pulls off a series of illisions more daring then the last which even like a hundred years later the effects are spectacular.

Bottom line is that Segudo is a bad bitch.

The Man with Wax Faces (1914) dir. Maurice Tourneur

ok so this would have proabbaly been a lot more impactful if I spoke french since this film uses a lot, and I mean a lot, of intertitles. Bonus points is that it really fun to read french in an absolutely awful french accent.

The plot for this is pretty basis some dude like you bro I double dog dare you to spend some time in the wax museum oh I'm sorry, *said in a horrible french accent* un musee de figures de cire. The dudes goes insane apparently and proceeds to murder his friend when he comes into the musee de figures de cire to play a silly little prank on him.

Vengeance (pomsta) (1968) dir. Jirí Brdecka

not to be confused with Vengeance(1968), the western staring Richard Harrison, (the 60s actor not the guy who runs pawn stars.)

ugh this bussy. fuck it up king

ok so this shit has the same vibe as one of those ted ed riddles videos. you know which ones I'm talking about.

this was the closest gif I could find.

basically some dude being a little beta male cuck and writing a poem to his girfriend when this CHAD comes over and is like you bitch ditch this looser I'm good at fighting and shes like bet. So he goes to his upstairs neighbor whose a witch or something and shenanigans, (faustian deals and idle hands) ensue.

also pretty much every chick in this just straight up got her titties out like shes lady freedom

Isabelle Aux Dombes (1951) dir Maurice Pialat

ok so it turns out "The Dombes" is a place in france thats basically pasture land that has a bunch of shallow ponds.

this movie is sort of non narrative or at least surreal. Essentially the character takes a trip to The Dombes, and just sort of gets lost. the imagedry gets more explicitly about death until the character literally dresses up as Chiron and crosses one of the ponds to look at a gravestone with Isabelle name on it.

gives me this energy.

Ghost Town Frolics (1938) dir. Lester Kline

ok so this is a fun silly little cartoon. this was part of the New Universal and Walter Lantz productions cartoons. Yes Walter Lantz as the guy who did Woody Woodpecker. No Idea who Lester Kline is and the information I have on him is a bit limited. Also the characters for this are the simple simians, who are apparently chipanzee siblings. Normally I find monkeys to be kinda freaky but these ones are cute.

bitch I got good reason

this was cute though it had some fun gags and the characters were fun.

Krazy Spooks (1933) dir. Manny Gould, Ben Harrison

so apparently there are like four directors in this but I'm only including the first two.

so this one featues Krazy Kat who was made by Charles Mintz and produced by Columbia Pictures.

So this is kinda just another random ass huanted house cartoon. Theres some sight gags, some bedsheets ghosts and this one has a gorilla which is actually pretty new. some murder on rue morgue realness I guess.

The Binding Box CRYPT TV (2017) dir. Ramsey Attia

ok so this one was fun. Basically this girl gets a mysterious box in the mail and UWU its a creppy clown in a jack in the box. so yeah obvious spooky thing is spooky. This is just a fun time and we love the aestetic.

I think I have one more video left for today so lets vibe.

Pregnancy Test (2016) dir. Fergal Costello

ok I haven't seen this in years but I fucking love this. basically a women takes a Prenancy test and it comes back as "having the antichrist"??? oh also its a contraception PSA so I mean we have to stan.

anyway bitches thats pretty much it for today I think I won't be doing any blogging tomorrow but I will finish off the challenge.

anyway whores stay tuned cause your getting a full ass video next time.

#Youtube #Vimeo

[blackbat05]

Hero

Frank Castle x Reader

A/N: First Frank Castle fic! Frank and reader are neighbors, reader is an elementary school teacher and requests help from Frank that leads to just more than an ordinary Friday. Feedback is appreciated as always!🙇🏽‍♀️

Genre: PG-13

Warnings/Notes: Fight sequences, blood, profanities. Usage of O/C characters.

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He had no idea what he was doing here.

Sometimes, the world had the most funniest ideas that involved screwing him inside out.

Here, stood Frank Castle. In front of a class of third graders, sitting in their tiny plastic chairs, eyes wide open in anticipation.

Would he rather go to war?

‘Hi!’

Frank turns around to see you, the next door neighbor hurrying towards him with your own basket of clean laundry.

‘Looks like it’s laundry day for you too huh?’ You tried to make conversation. He nods numbly, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his neighbor that was the absolute polar opposite of him.

‘Yeah, got a few stains. Here and there.’ Frank mumbles, not wanting to scare you about the exact nature of the “stains”.

‘Damn, they can be a real pain in the ass,’ you laughed, unaware of the strange effect you had on him. ‘Well, I wouldn’t want to hold you up any longer but could I ask you for a favor?’ You see an unreadable expression on his face.

‘You can say no if you’re not comfortable.’ You quickly added for good measure, not wanting to pressure your neighbor.

But he was never going to say no when it came to you.

‘Alright class, you can ask questions but one at a time.’ You emphasized, giving a quick thumbs up to him while the little ones weren’t looking.

To Frank’s surprise, the kids had posed rather insightful questions that made him think about his time in the military. But it was a little girl with purple framed glasses that would make this day at an elementary school memorable.

‘My grandpa was a soldier like you Mister. He went to Vietnam,’ she tells Frank. ‘Grandma tells me that he still gets a lot of nightmares. How can I help him to get better?’

Your breath gets caught in your throat, prepared to step in as you see Frank tense up.

‘Well…’ The man ponders, wondering how he should proceed. ‘Nightmares are always scary when you have to face them alone… but if you’re together… you won’t feel as scared.’

She takes it in, nodding thoughtfully. ‘Grandma always spends time with Grandpa.’

As you see Frank starting to slip into another world, you take that as you queue to step in. Quickly getting things into order, you reminded your students to thank today’s special guest for their time before dismissing them.

You could tell that the kids were growing attached to Frank despite his intimidating appearance to most grown adults. Filing out of class, some kids had stopped to give him hugs. It was adorable really, seeing Frank bend down to return the warm hugs.

If you dared say so yourself, he needed these hugs from the young ones.

Returning to your table, you see Frank glancing in the direction where the same girl was sitting, waiting for you expectantly.

‘Uh, seems like we have a lone straggler.’

‘Oh no, Madam Wu and her husband are helping out at a veteran support group every Friday. I offered to look after Tammy, spend the evenings with her.’ You filled him in on the specifics. ‘Would you like to join us for dinner? We’re having pizza today.’

Despite the tempting offer to spend more time with you, he felt wrong intruding on your shared time with little Tammy. Before he could give a polite rejection, Tammy speaks up, eyes sparkling.

‘Oooh! Can Mister Castle join us? Please? Pleaseeeee.’

His heart skips a beat, hearing you chuckle. It was almost like the girl was your own flesh and blood.

‘It’s the least I could do after asking you for this huge favor.’ You reasoned with him. ‘Besides, Tammy has a tendency to order a bit too much food. And I won’t take no for an answer.’

A cute kid. A pretty neighbor. How could he say no to that?

***

‘How was dinner Tammy?’ The three of you exited the diner, the girl striding to keep up with Frank’s big steps.

‘It was yummy!’ She gave a thumbs up. ‘Can Mister Frank come with us again next week?’ Tammy instinctively reaches for his hand.

‘Of course kiddo,’ his large hands hold her tiny ones. He could get used to this bit of normalcy in his life.

Thank you, you mouth to him. He gives you a quick wink before turning his attention back to Tammy who was animatedly telling him about the strawberry soda she had earlier.

Although he only knew the kid for less than a day, Tammy had found a way into his heart. Just like you did. The young girl reminded him too much of his daughter. Perhaps Frank didn’t know it, but they were more alike in more ways than one.

‘Tammy lost her parents when she was just a toddler. Car accident.’ You tell Frank sadly while Tammy was out of sight.

‘Thank god her grandparents gave her so much love. Especially Mr Wu. He’s going through things of his own, but he wouldn’t stop talking about his granddaughter.’

Walking past a pharmacy, Frank realizes that he should probably stock up on his bandages that were slowly depleting at home.

‘Hey, I gotta get some supplies. Mind if you give me a minute?’

‘Of course. We’ll be waiting here, do what you need.’ Frank enters the store, feet directing him to the section filled with first aid necessities. Not like it wasn’t his first rodeo. No more, no less. He makes his way to the counter, not wanting to leave the two of you outside on a street like Hell’s Kitchen.

Why did his gut feeling always had to be right?

***

While you waited for Frank, the two of you kept yourselves entertained with a piece of paper and pen, playing tic-tac-toe.

Honestly, you weren’t sure what was up with this neighborhood and people not being able to take a hint.

A heavyset male stumbles across, movement erratic. He’s clearly drunk and you’re more worried about Tammy seeing this rather than anything else. Still, you tried to keep calm. It wouldn’t be long till Frank was out.

‘Hey gorgeous! Where you goin?’ He slurs the last few words out, eyes nearly rolling backwards. You bring Tammy closer towards you, attempting to ignore him.

Tammy tenses up, shifting closer to you. ‘Miss L/N…’

‘Don’t be scared girlie!’ The drunkard waves his arms aggressively. ‘I’m not a scary man!’ He then leers at you. ‘How about I show you a good time?’

That’s it. You had enough. Standing up, you were about to tell him to fuck off in the nicest way possible while Tammy was still there when the door opens, the cold air rushing onto the streets.

Frank stands behind you, looking murderous. It took him his entire willpower not to bash the man’s skull into the concrete with a young kid there. He didn’t know how he did it at that time, but he had never been so calm in his life.

‘Y/N. Could you get me an extra box of these bandages?’ He passes you the bag, referring to the boxes inside. ‘Take your time. Oh and I forgot the sweets for Tammy.’

Confused, you could only nod, taking your student along with you inside the pharmacy. As the door shuts behind you, Frank descends on the unsuspecting man, dragging him to the alley behind the shop.

‘Try that shit one more time and I promise you won’t be walking after tonight.’ He growls, hands firmly on his collar.

‘Whatcha- do about it huhh? None of your business if I want to give that lady a good f- ARGHHH!’

Frank has dislocated both knee caps in under ten seconds. Squatting down to face the whimpering man, he repeats the threat again.

‘I told you.’

Getting out of the alley, he sees you and Tammy waiting for him outside the shop.

‘Is the scary man gone?’ Tammy stands behind you, eyes darting around. ‘Did you tell him to go away?’

‘Yeah, I did.’ Frank ruffles her hair. ‘No need to be scared now kiddo.’

***

‘Ah, this is Tammy’s.’ The three of you finally arrived at a three-story apartment. ‘Looks like Mr and Mrs Wu are back home too.’

‘I’ll wait here, you can drop her off.’

‘What? No don’t be silly, they’ll like to meet you too!’ You held his hand, leading him towards the apartment.

The old couple had embraced Frank warmly. Perhaps it was the common bond of being military men, Frank had immediately started conversation with Mr Wu while you chatted with Mrs Wu.

‘Marine eh?’

‘Yes sir.’

The older man smiles, ‘Harold will do son. Seems like Tammy enjoyed her time today.’

Catching wind of the conversation, Tammy runs towards the sofa in record time, plopping her tiny frame beside Frank.

‘Yeah! Mister Castle beat the bad guys! Told them to go away!’

‘Did he now?’ Mrs Wu walks slowly to the sofa, with you at her side. ‘Thank you for spending time with Tammy today.’

Frank had beat you to it, ‘Pleasure’s all ours. Tammy’s a sweet girl. Thank you sir for serving the country.’

The older man freezes in his tracks and that’s when he knew that this had meant a lot to him.

‘We shouldn’t hold you up any longer,’ you stood up along with Frank. ‘Enjoy your weekend and see you at school on Monday Tammy!’

Less than fifty meters from the entrance of the apartment building, you hear a voice calling for you. You see Tammy running as fast as she can, carrying a shopping bag.

‘Miss L/N!’

She skids to a stop, getting back her breath. ‘Grandma says to give this to you and Mister Castle Chinese New Year cookies that she made herself.’

You look into the bag, seeing one red box. Cheeks heating up, you were determined not to look at Frank’s reaction.

‘Oh! And I bought some more plasters for you!’ She walks over to Frank, tossing a box into his hands. You had to bite your lips to prevent yourself from grinning. Taking a closer look, Frank sees that the colorful box was a plaster that had cute cartoons as its design. It looked like… an egg?

‘Be careful and don’t get injured okay?’

Frank hugs the little girl, a rush of emotions flooding in. He can’t say much or maybe he’s just afraid of shedding a tear or two.

Continuing the journey back home, Frank decides to ask the question that was on his mind since he agreed to help out today.

‘Y/N…’

‘Yeah? You can take the cookies if you like,’ you responded absentmindedly. ‘I think the guys would like them.’

‘Nah, you take them. I’ll drop by sometime to try them out.’

A moment of silence passes through.

‘Y/N. If it’s ok with you, I would like to join you and Tammy from now on.’ You take a double take at him.

‘It doesn’t mean anything. I mean… Tammy stays in the back lanes… can get dangerous for you and her at night. If you want to that is… you don’t-’

‘I think Tammy would love that. And so do I.’

Frank does his best to not show his excitement, keeping his best poker face. ‘Really? That’s great.’

You nod shyly, processing the past few minutes. Finally, the two of you reached the corridors before going in separate ways.

‘Thank you for today Frank. Remember to take care of that bruise ok?’ You pointed, referring to the injury on his knuckle that he used on the man earlier. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’ You waved him goodbye, shutting the door.

You felt like a giddy school girl that had the best time of her life. What made it better was that Frank had reciprocate your feelings back.

When he had first moved in as your next door neighbor, a lot of people had misunderstood him due to his appearance. You were glad that you had made that conversation for the first time.

He was so much more than neighbor’s gossips made him out to be. He was a good man.

A hero.

Yes, you will aware that a certain someone was following you when you had late nights at work. And no, he did not try to be discreet about it.

Today was no different. He had readily put himself in front of you and Tammy, no questions asked.

Slipping into bed, you see the screen of your phone light up.

Frank had sent you a picture of the egg patterned plaster looking quite out of place on his large and bruised hand. A message is attached along with the photo:

‘Treated.’

You snorted. This man was truly something else.

Responding back with your own message, you pulled your blankets close to you, thinking about today’s events.

Who knew that the grumpy man next door had many layers to discover? And you were the one to slowly uncover his different side?

Best of all? This was only the beginning.

***

A/N: As usual my endings can be sh*t but I thought of this in the shower and I just had to get it out? Hope you enjoyed it?😆 Points to you if you realized Tammy gave Frank gudetama plasters!🥰

#frank castle x reader #frank castle #frank castle x reader fluff

[scott-mccall-the-hot-girl]

my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

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the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

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okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

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Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

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so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

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me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

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okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

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so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

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okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

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okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

#this took me so long #please go read these or i’ll cry #fan fiction #fan fic recs #teen wolf fic recs #thiam fanfiction #thiam fic recs #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #theo x liam #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf gay #teen wolf #ao3 #fuck you fuck this & fuck it #thiam fanfic rec #thiam fanfic #thiam is endgame

[felilly]

the mark(s).

pairing: leeknow x reader | best friend to lovers au, childhoodfriend!leeknow, neighbor!leeknow, nerd!leeknow

word count: 2.488 words

tw: nsfw content — humiliation, marking, thigh riding, pet names, breast playing, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (pls play safe dont do it), a lot of praising.

note: english is not my first language, this story might have some grammar errors.

"Argh I can't do it anymore!" you slam your head to the table and throw away the pen you held before. It's been 2 hours since you asked Minho to jump to your room from his window bedroom because you just remembered you have a quiz tomorrow. You're suck at math, hopeless even. So you decided to wake your childhood friend who is also your neighbor Minho to come teach you math.

Ruffling his hair, Minho threw his head to the sofa "I should be the one saying that! It's been 2 hours and you can't even solve 5 questions with the same formula. What the heck y/n!" Minho takes off his glasses, massages his knitted brows while you lay your head on the table with your hair covering your face.

"But it's so boring and you can't expect me to remember the whole formulas when I have no fun trying to learn it" You finally lift your head and now place it on the sofa. Minho is sitting on the sofa while you're on the floor, so your head is now positioned beside his thigh. You turn your head towards his direction and stare at his exposed thigh. It still surprises you whenever you see his thigh, because how can your nerd childhood friend have this thick and toned sexy thigh when all he does is study in his bedroom every night?

"So you're blaming me because my teaching method is boring?" Minho asked, surprising you from your thoughts and making you lift your head to meet his eyes.

"Yes"

"And you're saying you can learn easily if you have fun?"

"Correct"

"Then let's have some fun."

He straightens his back and pulls you into his lap from the back, resting his hands on your hips. "Minho what the fuck? P-put me down!" You squirm trying to get back to your spot before, but Minho's grip on your waist is too strong. He pulls you closer, making your back fall on his chest, then puts his lips close to your ear and whispers "I'm gonna give you a point for each correct answer and you can exchange every 10 marks for a special prize." Then proceed to nip your ear gently. You whine and suddenly feel weak as you questioned "a-and if I got it wrong.. W-what will you do?" You whimper as his one hand slowly travels from your hip to your inner thigh.

"If you got it wrong.." Minho gives it a gentle squeeze then suddenly, he slaps your ass with another hand harshly. You let out a surprised moan, almost screaming, but immediately put your hands together on your mouth to muffle your voice. "I will give you punishment for each wrong answer" You swear you could feel him smirking from his tone when he's answering you, and ofcourse you have to curse him inside your head for that.

"Now, now, kitten. How could you answer those questions without holding your pen?" Minho gently removes both your hands from your mouth and gives you the pen you threw earlier. "Oh and I hope you can lower your voice. Don't forget your parents are sleeping downstairs" He tells you while pushing your upper body towards the coffee table gently where your books and notes are scattered.

Here you are now, sitting on Minho's lap with your upper body on the coffee table not so far while doing some math problems, trying to get the correct answer. Not so comfortable.

You couldn't get the first three questions correct, so Minho makes you arch your back a little to make your ass lift up a bit and smack it three times. You feel aroused by the pain on your ass and the way he made you arch your back, making your clit rub against his bare thigh, but you try your best to concentrate and finish this humiliating study session asap.

After eight more slaps on your ass and another 55 minutes, you finally solved 10 math problems correctly. Your panties are drenched, your forehead is sweating, now you lay down your head and upper body helpless on the table. The sight Minho sees of you sitting on his laps with noticeable wet panties, messy hair, and sweat making his dick hardening. He smirks and then slowly lifts your upper body back on his chest.

"Good girl, you did very amazing y/n. I hope you remember everything I taught and do well tomorrow" Minho says gently while patting your head and parting the sticking hair on your forehead, tucking it behind your ear. "Now for your reward.." He slips down your spaghetti strap tank top, moves your hair into one side and you can feel his lips touching your skin.

"10 points for 10 correct answers."

Suddenly, Minho slammed his lips on your right neck and sucked it hard. You screamed because of the sudden contact and quickly put your hands on your mouth again to stop your own voice. Your scream slowly becomes a whimper, then a moan as Minho's hands travel your body everywhere and pull your top down to your stomach, exposing your bare chest.

Suddenly you hear a knock on your door.

"Y/n is everything okay?" Both you and Minho freeze when you hear your mother's voice calling you from the other side of the door. "I heard you scream. Did something happen?" You are slightly panicking because you don't want your mother to open the door only to see her daughter sitting on her childhood friend's lap with naked top.

Minho takes a look at your face and smirks "Go on, answer your mother before she comes in." He whispers in your ears

"Because I won't stop." He attacks your shoulder with another bite and sucks it. You hold another muffled moan and try to collect your voice "Y-yeah I'm okay. Just.. a-ah a little bit frustrated from studying!" You lied, trying your best to sound as normal as possible while Minho's hand kneading your left breast.

"Okay don't stay up too late." You heard your mom reply and walked away from your room.

Just when you're about to let out a sigh of relief, Minho abruptly pinches your nipple and gives you the third mark under your jaw. You gasp and unconsciously rock your hips against his thigh, making him clenches his thigh and help you rocking your hips. "Fuck.. Kitten you're drenching all over my thigh.." Minho growls, as a wet spot of your slick makes his thigh soaked. You moan as you feel your clit is satisfied by the contact with his thick thigh.

"Mi-Minho.. Ah- shit… Minho-" You whimper when he places the 4th mark on the back of your neck, paints it purple while kneading your breast and moving your hips with the other hand. "Shush.. Be a good girl and wait patiently for your prize. I haven't finished putting the remaining mark on you" Minho whispers as he slips his hands off your breast to your other hip. Your mind is clouded. All you could do now is only nod and moan louder as he picks up pace a bit more.

Your muffled moan and soaked pussy turn him on even more. He pulls your body even closer to his and leaves two more marks on your back. You could feel his boner on your ass and you automatically grind on that. "F-fuck" Minho hiss at the sensation. He flipped your body so now you are sitting on his lap facing him. He lost it when he see your erotic expression breathing hard, covering in sweat, with hickeys all over your neck. Without warning, he uses one hand to grab your ass harshly, pulling you closer and connecting his lips to yours. His kiss is like heaven, you feel like your head is light when he sucks on your lower lips and inserts his tongue to explore your mouth. His tongue teases yours before swirling it together and pushes inside your mouth even deeper.

You pull apart when you're out of breath, creating a saliva string between you two. But Minho didn't give you time to process and immediately put his lips on your collarbone to leave the 7th mark. He trailed a kiss from your collarbone to your nipple and sucked it like a baby. You throw your head back because of the sensation and run your fingers on his soft locks. Minho sucks the skin on each of your side boobs and leaves 2 other marks then back to swirl his tongue on your other nipple. With his mouth sucking your niple, one hand groping your ass and the other kneading your breast, you feel overwhelmed and grip his hair even tighter.

"M-Minho.. Please..!" You whine with teary eyes and grind your clit on his hard on. He growls when your pussy grinds his boner and your pretty voice begging for him. He puts his last mark on your throat, sucking it harshly. His mouth and hands slip off you and push you away to take a better look at your body.

You have purple marks all over your body. He places it on your neck, throat, shoulders, back, under your jaw, collarbone, and breast. It's everywhere. He admires you like you're one of his canvas filled with his artwork. He pulls you back closer to his body, his erection brushed against your clothed pussy as he kissed you again. His hands squeezed your ass, earning a whimper from you. He barely gave you a chance to breathe.

He carries you to your bed with lips still connecting to yours then puts you gently on the bed, his body hovering over you. "My pretty kitten has been a really good girl.. I think it's time to reward her now, right?" Minho whispers sensually next to your ear, his one hand dangerously close to your throbbing pussy. You nod and moan louder when he slides a finger to draw a line on your wet slick. "Yes… F-ahh.. fuckㅡ Yes Minho p-please.." You moan, lingering your hands around his neck to pull him closer.

"Tell me what you want princess and that will be your prize for being such a good girl today." Minho praises you while traveling a kiss from your ear to your neck.

"Y-you.. I want you Minho" you whine softly, pressing his head on your neck to feel him harder.

Minho chuckled darkly "But dont you already have me here? Tell me what you want me to do." He rolled his tongue on your nipple making you arch your back.

"I.. Ahㅡ I want you to f-fuck me! P-please.. Bury your dick deep inside me and make me feel good..!" You moan and look at him with teary eyes full of lust. At that moment, something inside him snapped.

His hands pulled your pajama shorts and panties in one move, he threw the fabric carelessly, revealing your wet glistening pussy. Minho groans at the sight, he then runs a hand on your thigh while sucking on your thigh skin. He peels off his t-shirt and shorts, throws it somewhere in your room, revealing his toned body and his hard on dick leaked with precum and angry red tip. Your face turns red when you see what he's been hiding all this time behind his nerdy look. He can't help but chuckle at your cute expression. He positioned himself back to you. His chest pressed against yours as he pushed you down on the mattress.

Minho gave you a peck on your lips before positioning his dick on your entrance. "You ready?" he asked. You put your arms back around his neck again and nod, whimpering a small yes. He slowly enters your throbbing pussy as you clench at his size, earning a growl from him. "Y/n.. S-stop clenching- fuck.." Minho tries to push even deeper, searching for your deepest part. "S-shit sorry.. I ahㅡ I can't, y-you're too.. big…" You can't help but dig your nails on his back, leaving some crescent moon that will not fade till tomorrow. You can feel his dick fill you perfectly. He lets you adjust him for a moment before pulling his dick out slightly before pushing in again. You moan his name like a prayer, pulling his body closer till there is not even a tiny space left between you two. His thrust becomes even harder, Minho's hand sneaks to your hips, holding them in a bruising grip as he pin you down and pound you hard on his dick, his hips move faster to ram your tiny hole with incredible speed.

"M-Minho!" you gasped "F-feels good.. ah fuck-!"

You moan when his thumb comes in contact with your clit, gently rubbing the sensitive button. Pleasure built in you like you're in euphoria. He fucked you like you're the most precious, beautiful, ethereal person in this world. With his last thrust, you cried out his name, burying your face in his neck as your orgasm hit you like a brick wall, making your whole body shaking in pleasure. Your pussy clamped down around Minho's dick, you let your juice flow out around him with every pulse of pleasure that slammed into you.

"Fuck.. So good baby, you feel so good for me" Minho grunted, thrusting up into you a few more times before he found his own release, moaning your name as his cum shot up into you and filled you inside.

He plopped down his body on you, dick still connecting with you slowly softening. He lifts his body a bit and brushes some hair sticking on your face. Minho patted your head a few times until he saw you breathing more calmly, then pulled his dick out slowly making you flinch because of the overstimulation.

"Never thought I could finally fuck my childhood crush." Minho said, making you look at him. "Wait, you had a crush on me?" You asked him, can't believe what you just heard. "Still do. I would refuse you for ruining my beauty sleep if I didn't"

You give him an unbelievable look, then smile and close the distance between you two and kiss him on the lips. "Idiot. You should have tell me sooner so we could fuck sooner too." You giggle.

Minho looks at you and blink his eyes a few times, confused. He then chuckled and patted your head "Oh well, we're a couple now. We can fuck anytime you want." He said hugging you tight.

"You did great today, I hope you still remember the things I taught you after I fucked your brain out" Minho smirks while playing with your hair.

You punch him playfully "Thanks for today, asshole" You mumble, hiding your happy smile.

"Thanks for the lesson? Or thanks for the good fuck?" He teases you, making you push his body off you and fall from the bed.

"You're so annoying!"

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids au #lee know x reader #stray kids lee know #stray kids smut

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi Love, I just read Potions and I fell in love with this quote « I’ll make you a mother soon, my love ». I know that t’you are quite busy but whenever you have time can I request you a Getou x F!Reader where they are dating and love each others so much, and she tells him she wants to get pregnant with his baby so much she dreams about it at night. On their anniversary he gives her what she truely wants. (Gojo congratulates her a few days later because 6 eyes made him realize she is pregnant 👀)

*head empty, neighbors loud, writing on 23% battery but let's freaking gooooooo*

An Evening To Remember: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

wc: 922

tw: NSFW

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"I had that dream again."

Geto looks up from his menu in the dim lighting of the restaurant, his black eyes roaming over your face.

"Which one? The one where you're running from broccoli?"

"No, babe," you laugh, holding your stomach. "No, the one where I'm pregnant." Suguru frowns, placing his menu on the table and tilting his head.

"Oh?"

"Su, I want to start a family with you."

"And... do you think we're ready?" The question makes you bite your lip, but you nod anyway. "Hmm..." Suguru looks at the menu again, thinking about your answer.

Before he can say anything else, the waiter comes by and ask for your dinner choices. "She'll have the miso shrimp, and I'll have the braised swordfish." The waiter takes the order down, and you lean forward to grab your red wine.

"Will you at least think about it?" you ask, placing your hand on his. He breaks into a smile and laces his fingers through yours.

"Of course, baby," he murmurs. "I will." Suguru and you enjoy the dinner, and then right as the dessert comes out - which is a chocolate cake with a candle in it - you watch a few waiters turn your way, eyes flicking between you and Suguru.

The cake is placed in front of you, and for a moment, you wonder if you're about to be pranked. But then Suguru grins and hands you one of his unused forks as the waiter hands him another cake.

"Happy anniversary," Suguru murmurs, and you blow out the candle - just as the lights in the restaurant go out. The other patrons gasp at once, but the lights are flicked back on, and you blink twice before you register the scene in front of you.

Suguru is on one knee beside the table.

Shock floods your veins and you wonder just how long the lights had been off as he unveils his secret: a jade engagement ring. "Thought you would want it put in the cake, but honestly? I paid too much to have chocolate baked into it." You huff a laugh, then whisper,

"Su, it's beautiful. How did you afford--"

"Satoru can be blackmailed, just like anyone else," he admits, shrugging. "But that's not important. What's important is that you consider being my wife."

"A thousand times yes," you breathe, and he slides the ring onto your finger, the light from the restaurant chandelier reflecting off of the gem. As Suguru kisses you, you can hear the excitement around the restaurant; the other customers ooh-ing and ahh-ing at your recent change in title.

But you're most excited for what comes once you leave, which is undoubtedly too lewd for the patrons and staff to witness. The excitement builds as Suguru drives you home, opens the garage, and drags you past the threshold of your shared bedroom to pin you beneath him as he attacks your skin with his lips. Silently, you pray to the sex goddesses that you wouldn't be able to walk the next day so you could call in sick.

"Do you still want to use protection?" he pants as he undresses you from behind, his movements hurried and a little sloppy.

"No," you urge him, and Suguru obliges, allowing you to loose his hair from its bun and fall into the sheets with his massive build on top of you. "Just make love to me."

Suguru slows down, fingers caressing your goosebumps while he cradles your leg against your chest and kisses your thighs. He then proceeds to part your folds and dips his tongue into you. You arch off the bed at once, groaning at the build-up of sensations already present. Fingers tangle into his black hair and rub his temples, earning you a deep growl and harsh sucking on your clit. As Suguru feasts on your core - making you wonder if he even ate dinner - you lay back on the bed and grind against his face.

"Please, Su," you whine. When you open your eyes, you see him holding your thigh with one hand and tugging his cock with the other. This only happens when he's about to really give it to you - and every sinew in your body tenses up, preparing for the onslaught of passion.

And you weren't wrong even in the slightest.

"Want me to make you a mother?" Suguru wonders, dragging his lips across your cheek. You moan in response, his hips smacking into yours without a single care for any possible bruising. "Say something, love."

"Yes," you respond. "Yes, babe, make me a mother." Suguru moans loudly, pulling out and pushing your legs up to your chest. When he leans on them and dips low to kiss you, you whimper into his mouth, feeling his dick touching your cervix. And he keeps you there all night, cumming again and again and again and making you cum twice as much.

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Three weeks later, you find yourself slumped against the sofa, watching Jeopardy when Suguru and Satoru return from the school, laughing about their newest pink-haired student. You peek over the cushions and make eye contact with Satoru, who instantly comes over to bother you.

"Y/n!" You grimace and try to ignore the man, but he smiles widely at you and raises his brows. "Suguru! When were you going to tell me the future Mrs. Geto was expecting?"

"Expecting what?" Suguru yells from the kitchen.

"Your first kid...?"

Thankfully, the dish that shatters on the floor isn't priceless.

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[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Vampy come down for family dinner and help clean up like he wasn’t just defiling their daughter 10 minutes ago

Harry would rail the fuck out of her in her closet with one hand over her mouth and another around her throat, grunting absolute filth into her ear as she spills over him with muffled whines and sobbed pleas. He’d lick her clean, pull her panties and leggings back up her quaking thighs, and proceed to buckle his slacks casually while she props herself against the wall, trembling and panting.

He just leans forward and presses a chaste kiss between her sweaty brows, her skin sticky against his lips as he murmurs smugly. “I’m gonna go finish cleaning up the kitchen with your mum. Come back down after you’ve sorted yourself out, and don’t forget to wipe your makeup off. It’s smeared down your face.”

Y/N does as he says, wiping the watery steaks of mascara off her cheeks and fixing her wild hair, making sure to leave no evidence of their little escapade, lest Harry end up sleeping outside on the yard. When she finally gets back down to her living room (she takes the stairs extra carefully, her belly throbbing with each step), the vampire is sitting in the rocking chair next to her mother’s, swaying lightly as they chat away nonchalantly.

They’re laughing and gossiping, their hands occupied with all types of yarn and needles, and she always forgets that Harry had learned how to knit when he was younger. It’s so baffling to see him engaging innocently with her mom, his nimble fingers expertly working on a multicolored scarf as he does so, not sparing the piece the slightest glance due to how confident he is in his skills. The reason it’s especially startling is because those fingers had been inside her not even five minutes ago.

“So we were running around this lake near my house,” Harry explains candidly, clearly in the middle of telling a story from his past as his digits weave in and out amidst red and purple yarn, “and we were playing in the snow near the banks, which was our first mistake. My mother had told me that the snow around the shores tended to be really slushy, so if we weren’t careful, we’d end up slipping really easily. We didn’t listen, of course— what ten year old does? We were playing tag with the neighbors, and as I was chasing after Gemma, I accidentally shoved her a bit too hard and she slipped and fell right into a pile of muddy snow. Completely stained everything she was wearing.”

Her mom releases a disappointed hiss, giving him a sympathetic glance over the glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. “Poor thing.”

Harry nods in agreement, looping yarn over his needles as he extends the scarf over his lap for more space, continuing his labor. “My mum grounded me for a week, and I spent that entire time learning to knit so I could remake Gemma’s mittens, since I was the one that ruined them. It was a fair punishment, honestly, and I ended up liking it more than I thought. Plus, the mittens I made were way better than the original pair. You just can’t buy this type of talent anywhere.”

The older woman laughs boisterously at his self-absorbed joke, which results in Harry smiling to himself proudly, giggling along.

Y/N clears her throat softly, leaning against the archway that leads into the room and crossing her arms over her chest in a relaxed manner, quirking an eyebrow at both of them as she makes her presence known. “Having fun?”

Harry glimpses over at her, his eyes raking down her body to where she’s clasping her thighs tightly, irises gleaming with knowing condescension. “Loads.”

“Harry was just telling me about when he learned to knit!” Y/N’s mother chirps, sending a warm smile towards the boy sitting across from her, unaware of the fact that he’d been defiling her daughter not too long ago. “It’s not often that you find a young man with this type of interest. He’s a keeper, sweetheart.”

“Hear that?” The immortal gloats teasingly, wagging his brows playfully as he holds up his unfinished accessory. “I’m a keeper.”

“Mm.” His girlfriend hums sarcastically, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling to avoid giving him any satisfaction. “I bet you’re just loving all this praise, aren’t you?”

Harry whistles lowly, tutting in a chastising fashion. “Someone’s jealous.”

Y/N rectifies her posture, an appalled expression cracking over her features. “Am not!”

“Are to.”

“Am not.”

“Are to.” Harry insists doggedly, looking over at the older woman for support. “Isn’t she?”

Her mom studies her for a moment, clicking her tongue scoldingly. “I think maybe you are, honey. Just a bit.”

Harry cranes his head back towards Y/N, sticking his tongue out mockingly behind the woman’s back and scrunching up his face comically, flaunting his childish point.

“Plus, Harry was sweet enough to make you that scarf he’s working on. You should be more grateful.”

Harry softens his eyes dramatically, sugaring his voice into a honeyed drawl that only she can read through. “Yeah, Y/N. I’m going out of my way to make you this nice gift, and that’s the thanks I get?”

“Dickhead.” The girl grumbles pettily, shifting on her feet as she glowers at him.

Her mother glares at her accusingly. “Language! I taught you better than that!”

“Mm. You should be more careful with what you say; words hurt more than you know.” Harry tacks on with a snide grin, shrugging his brows daringly as he slips an innuendo into his next line. “Mouthing off like that could get you into a whole lot of trouble.”

The pit of her tummy throbs at his curtained challenge, her eyes narrowing as she bites back the urge to curse him out again. “Thanks for the moral advice, Aristotle, but I’m grown enough to face the consequences of my own actions.”

Harry slowly puts down his knitting needles onto the small table beside him, picking up the scarf laying across his thighs and rolling it out in its entirety. It’s now that she realizes the item is much too thin width-wise to be scarf— it looks more like a belt, similar to the strap used to tie off a robe. The vampire flickers his gaze over to Y/N’s mom to make sure she’s not watching, and once he sees the lady is once again preoccupied with her knitting, he trains his attention back onto his partner.

He lifts the long colorful band up to his neck, tying one end around his throat loosely and wrapping the excess length around his knuckles, giving the article a symbolic tug. Y/N’s cheeks burst with heat at the crude reenactment, suddenly coming to terms with what he’s actually created under the guise of a harmless statement piece: it’s a makeshift collar.

Harry watches her avidly, a sinister smirk carving his dimples into place once he sees she’d understood his implication. He yanks the leash from around his neck swiftly before he gets caught, rolling the material back up neatly to disguise it. He cocks his head to the side conceitedly, his accent slathered with the same amount of arrogance as his gesture. “You never know, dove. Sometimes the consequences might be too much for you to handle.”

#ysijwa!ask #ysijwa!blurb

[whxreforsvkvna]

mirage errone pt. 1 || bakugou x reader

genre: Princess!reader x bandit!Bakugo, ft. Bakusquad, quirkless!au

warnings: all bnha characters are above 18+ (unless otherwise mentioned), multi-chapter, minor (and some major) swear words here and there throughout fic thanks to Bakugo

word count: 1.3k

prompts: in which a self-proclaimed good-hearted bandit group kidnaps the wrong princess

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There were many things that drove you to be against your kingdom’s ruler. He allowed his people to suffer in the throes of hunger whilst he dined on the richest of foods with neighboring authoritative figures. He had raised the tax rates by another two percent at the end of last year, driving many into debt and despair.

There was one thing you despise most of all when it came to the king. Being in the same bloodline as him was enough to make the thought of ceasing her existence seem enticing. Being related to the royal family was one matter, but being the illegitimate daughter of your kingdom’s ruler was another, more forsaken, one.

This title given to you from the moment you were born was like a witch’s curse. You were bound to living behind these colorful, gold-rimmed walls with outsiders not knowing of your very existence.

Yet at this very moment, you couldn’t help but allow the corners of your lips to curl in the smallest of smirks as you witness Princess Bibimi’s current outburst. This had been the pot of gold you had been waiting for in your nineteen years of living in this forsaken palace. If the redness in your sister’s face wasn’t an indication for her rage, then the entirety of her bedraggled appearance made up for it.

“For my twenty-first birthday, I am obtaining a husband?” she scornfully spat out, despite the warning look her mother sent her way. “A husband? From one of our rivaling lands, no less!”

“It’s a proposition that is too beneficial for our country to not proceed with.” The king sighed for the umpteenth time. From your seat near one of the frontal pillars, you could tell he was beginning to form yet another wrinkle upon his whitening brow. “You should be aware of this more than anyone else, Bibimi. You excelled in your political studies.”

You were on the verge of drowning out the remainder of the conversation, seeing as it was going nowhere in favor of your sister. The king’s word was final in every situation he placed himself in, and he had no exceptions, even for his own family.

The princess pointed an accusing finger towards you, “Why can’t you give her away, instead?”

Your breath stilled for a moment, the fire in your sister’s eyes brought a cold shiver in its wake. Nineteen was too young to be married off in the eyes of the royals, and Bibimi was well aware of the advantage the younger had on her.

“Now, now,” His Majesty waved a hand in dismissal, “you know how useless that would be.”

Ah, that’s right. There was one other advantage you had over your sister.

No one in their right mind would want a bastard royal as the next ruler on their throne. This taboo of a situation allowed you to slip away from arranged marriages, and other political affairs.

Clutching tightly at the skirts of her dress, Bibimi begged for her early dismissal from their king. He agreed with little resistance, tiredly shaking his head as he watched her storm off. He looked towards your direction, taking note of you fixing your slouched posture.

“Have you any objections to the upcoming arrangements?”

“None, Your Majesty.” You replied in a small voice, avoiding his beady stare.

“At least one daughter is happy.” He mused as he waved his hand, signalling for your own dismissal.

You stood from your seat and curtsied before hastily leaving the throne room.

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You decided to reside in the privacy of your chambers that night, quizzing yourself with neighboring countries’ former hierarchies. Your time alone was shortly lived when knocking resonated throughout the silence.

“Your Highness, please pardon the intrusion but Princess Bibimi wishes to speak with you.” Your personal maid announced upon opening the door, her face contorted into one of fear as your sister loomed behind her.

Bibimi pushed past the maid and ushered her away from the door only to promptly slam it shut.

“What brings you to this side of the palace, sister?” you greeted her, marking the page of your book before gently shutting it.

“Don’t ‘sister’ me,” she huffed out, elegantly sitting on your vanity’s chair. She pauses for a moment as she picks up one of your many combs to examine its design. “I cannot believe he is doing this.”

Here we go, again. You internally heaved a large sigh.

You stop yourself from correcting her misused address to your father. Instead, you offer a gentle smile, “You’ll have two lands under your disposal once both Kings pass on.”

“I don’t want any of that,” she whined, setting the comb down. Her long lashes fluttered as she feigned a pout, “Not at the cost of my own happiness.”

“I’m sure you will grow to be happy with the Prince,” you offered., only to be taken aback by the harsh scowl directed at you.

“Have you no clue of what’s going on? I’ve just heard the first prince is missing. I’m being wedded to the second eldest. He is merely a man in this situation.” This was also news to you. You wondered if this information was being kept hidden from the public. “If the older one was to suddenly emerge, I will have only one kingdom under my command.” Bibimi went on for a final comment, “The second son is not as handsome as the first, as well. I would have been more content if it were a different situation.”

You felt disgust grip at you upon hearing her words. Rather than replying to the materialistic words, you stayed quiet and continued to listen to her rant.

“For the King’s sake, why couldn’t we have the arrangement with Mirio’s kingdom instead?”

“Prince Mirio Togata?” you echoed.

“Who else, you dimwit.” She snapped, seemingly annoyed. “He’s the only prince I’d willingly bed with.”

“Bibimi!” You gasped, taken aback by the vulgar phrase.

“Oh, shut up. We can’t all be saints in this stupid palace.” She rose from her seat, smoothing out invisible wrinkles on her dress. “I’ll take my leave now as it is no use speaking with you and that fake innocence of yours.”

“Take care,” you weakly called out to her as she stepped out the door.

Mere seconds pass before Bibimi is reeling herself back into your room, slamming the door shut behind her as she looks back at you with widened eyes. The shoutings of guards as they scrambled out in the hallway caught your attention.

“Bibimi? What’s the matter?” you slipped off the bed, stepping towards her. “What’s going on?”

“Stay back.” She hissed, fiddling with the knob’s lock. “There’s an intruder in the castle.”

“What? Will father be okay?”

“Idiot, this is no time to think about that man. Help me find some place to hide.” Bibimi left the door to start pacing around your room, scrutinizing places to hide in or under.

With your fast-thinking, you guided her towards your large wardrobe, “Quick, hide in here.”

You aided her in stepping into the wooden furniture and tried to follow suit but felt her hands press against your shoulders. “No, you can’t come in here! Go somewhere else.”

Her forcefulness sent you to the floor and you watched in a daze as she closed the wardrobe doors, sealing herself fully from the public eye.

You mentally cursed at her, wanting nothing more than to grab her out of there and slap some sense into her. But doing so would waste precious time you needed for hiding away.

You’re in the process of crawling under your bed when arms are pulling you upright and a hand is cascading itself over your eyes to conceal your vision. You’re thrown into panic upon hearing a gruff voice whisper in your ear.

“I’ve got you now, Princess.”

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[archonanqi]

consequence / pt ii

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pt. ii of iii

The sky was still dark when you woke with a splitting headache. You blinked the sleep from your eyelids, eyes adjusting to the shadowy silhouettes of furniture around you. This was— one of Wangshu Inn’s rooms? You checked yourself for wounds and fractures; there was a scrape on your knee, but it had been properly dressed and bandaged.

Zhongli.

You had to get Aether and get out. You would have taken any punishment from Zhongli for breaking the contract but Aether— it was clear that Zhongli knew he could get to you through him. Your brother was in danger, too.

Stumbling to the door, you threw it open to meet the stunning Liyue night view. At the altitude of Wangshu Inn, the air was always cold and crisp, and you took a deep breath as you stepped out of the room to come face to face with a pair of familiar, bright yellow eyes. 

“Xiao?” The relief you felt was immense. No matter the danger, you’d always been able to depend on the Vigilant Yaksha to back you up in battle. “I’m so glad to see you. You won’t believe this—“

Once you took a better look at Xiao’s face, you trailed off. There was no surprise in his gaze. You had not found him by a stroke of luck; he was here to stop you from leaving.

“I know of your contract with Rex Lapis.” How long had it been since he had last spoken to you in that tone of disdain? “I have helped him uphold countless in the past few millennia. Even you are no exception.” 

“Xiao, I didn’t even know what the contract meant,” you pleaded, hope soaring at the flicker in his eyes. “Please, let me leave.”

The Yaksha swallowed visibly, brows knitting together. “No,” he finally said. “Go back to your room. I don’t want to have to fight you while you’re in... this state.”

“You’d fight me here?” You said, for the second time that night. “The civilians—” As you turned to gesture at the staff of Wangshu Inn, you realized that despite the commotion, not one of them was looking in your direction.

“The staff of Wangshu Inn are prepared, as am I,” Xiao said, without so much as glancing in their direction, “to carry out the will of our lord.”

Ah. You were alone here. But still, you stood firm, and watched the resignation dawn in Xiao’s eyes. You had not backed down when Chef Mao told you they were out of Almond Tofu, during your dinner with Xiao three months ago. You had not backed down when three Abyss Mages had you cornered in Lingju Pass; and even as Xiao had slaughtered them, you’d tried to get one last swing in with a tree branch. You would not back down now, and Xiao knew it as well as you did.

“I wish it didn’t come to this,” Xiao said, and you believed him wholly. 

He clasped his hand to his face, and when it came away, he was wearing his mask. You supposed that you should feel a little flattered that he thought he had to don his Yaksha mask to fight you, hungover as you were. But before that, you felt worry. You knew full well what the mask did to him, had seen your fair share of aftermaths after a battle had dragged too long. 

“Xiao, don’t hurt yourself,” you whispered.

In his eyes, behind the teal glow of his veil, you saw just a flicker of hesitation. But not enough.

Just as you shifted into a defensive stance — the way Xiao had taught you to do during your sparring sessions — there was a movement behind you. The Yaksha looked up over your shoulder, and immediately bowed his head, his mask fading away as quickly as it had come. You turned, even though you already knew what you’d see: Zhongli, pristine and immaculate as ever, his coat carried gently in the wind. 

Disappointment in Zhongli’s gaze had always been hard to stomach, but today, it felt like the weight of the world on your lungs. “So she did try to escape, then, before even granting me an audience?” The former Archon asked, every word chilling you to your core. “Thank you for your service, Xiao. You may go now.” 

Xiao lifted his head, turning to go wordlessly. Before he disappeared down the stairs, he paused. “What are you going to do to her?”

Zhongli regarded him with a lidded glance. “Only what must be done.”

—  

After Xiao’s leave, Zhongli turned to you. 

“Do you understand now?” He asked, flicking his hand back in the same slow gesture as he always did when he was telling a long story. You remembered how much you adored listening to the tales of the Archon War. Stories of those he conquered, brought to life through his deep, rich voice. You never thought you’d be among them, one day. “Six thousand years is a long time, even for those who live forever. I know every crack, cave and crevice, every clan, bloodline and family in Liyue. There is no place for you to run.”

You knew what he left unspoken. You had been a part of Liyue for what, one, two years? He had raised it from the earth. Despite all his talk of friendship, you would find no allies here who would, when faced with the choice, defy their archaic lord for you. 

Xiao’s betrayal still stung, but in light of the weight of Zhongli’s presence before you, it was all but inconsequential, and wholly unsurprising. The slight shiver that ran down your spine, this time, was not because of the cold night air. 

“What did you do to Aether?” is the first thing you managed to say.

“Your brother is safe.” Zhongli assured you. “I’ve had him sent to Bubu Pharmacy for treatment, and Paimon is looking after him.” 

The relief you felt was uneasy. Safe— for now, at least. 

“Where is he?”

“A location that I have secured, personally. You may see him when we are done here.” Zhongli answered seamlessly. You did not miss the threat that was left unspoken. “Though, he is not the one you ought to be worrying about, right now.”

An amicable departure from Teyvat was but a dream at this point; but maybe if you swallowed your anger, you could get him to leave you alone. Of all the farewells you had imagined, this wasn’t one you hadn’t even imagined would come to pass.

“That was it, right?” You joked weakly, even the pretense of cordiality almost too difficult to maintain, “the Wrath of the Rock? I mean, you literally knocked me out.” 

Zhongli studied you carefully, before opening his mouth. “What do you think?” He asked. “ Was that a punishment fitting enough for one who reneged against the God of Contracts?”

“I— I,” You stammered for a little, but stopped once you realized it was futile. Zhongli would exact what punishment he deemed you deserved, and no force in Teyvat could possibly hope to stop him. Defeated, you exhaled deeply. “Would it help my case if I said ‘yes’?”

“No,” Zhongli answered, without hesitation. “Not in the slightest.” There was nothing left of the Zhongli you knew — thought you’d known — in his stone-cold expression.

A festering fear had settled deep within your stomach, rancid and heavy.  How arrogant you had been, to think that you could thoroughly understand a being that had lived longer than recorded history, longer than human civilization in some worlds — could you even grasp the very notion of living six thousand years, of spending four thousand fighting a war? The countless bygone friends and foes he must have had to cut down? 

How foolish of you to think that you could have outweighed any of them. 

“What will it take to keep Aether safe?” You said, dropping your smile. If Zhongli would not budge when faced with the lingering remnants of your friendship, then you would speak to him the only way you knew how to get through to him; with a contract. “I’ll willingly accept any punishment, without a fight, as long as you promise to let him and Paimon go safely afterwards.”

Would Zhongli really… kill you? Even knowing all that you knew of his brutality during the war, it was hard to wrap your head around. You couldn’t breathe.

“Any…?” Zhongli’s huff created a small cloud of condensation in the night air. “It seems I have not taught you enough about the art of negotiation during our journey together. An open contract is a very dangerous thing to place in the hands of your adversaries.“ 

“I don’t care,” you snapped. Any other time, and you would have loved to hear him lecture, but...“Just tell me you won’t hurt them.” 

Zhongli closed his eyes once more, as he always did when presented with a contractual proposal to ponder. Finally, when he had been still so long you’d thought he might have fallen asleep, he crossed his arms. “Very well. I accept the terms of your contract.” 

At least, no matter what happened to you, Aether and Paimon would be safe. 

“Come, y/n,” Zhongli beckoned with two gloved fingers, “let us continue somewhere more private.” He turned around and began walking, as though he had not a doubt that you would follow him. Well, with the terms that he had over your head, did you really have a choice? 

You had been to Wangshu Inn so many times — to complete commissions, to grab a quick lunch, to bring Almond Tofu for Xiao — that you knew the land around it like the back of your hand. It would be so easy to escape on your own; you’d make it to Mondstadt within the night. Determined as Zhongli was, the idea of a diplomatic fallout with Liyue’s neighboring nation would at least make him take pause in his pursuit of you. Right?

Freedom was within your grasp. Behind you, the crickets chirped their hymns into a star-flecked sky. 

You owe me big time, dear brother , you thought bitterly to yourself as you followed Zhongli back into his room.

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