#I'm not sure what the original wording of the 'date of their next birthday you will be' was going for

[sisgotdemons]

Is it bad I just wanna suck Joel off with the highest chance of someone coming in on us? Just like, imagine it, ugh

Birthday Boy

Pairing || Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Summary || It's his day, of course you'd treat him well today.

Word Count || 1,227

Contents & Warnings || Fluff & Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (baby, hon/honey, sweetheart, good girl), oral (male receiving), teasing, face/throat fucking, spit/saliva, cum swallowing, getting caught, established relationship, ONE spank, 2 mentions of the word Daddy (said by Joel)

Disclaimer || This is my first ever fic, I'm sorry if it's not super good. I promise whatever comes next will be better!

It was Joel's birthday and you invited Tommy over to celebrate with you and Sarah, forcing him to stay home for the day. It's not that he hated to celebrate his day, he was usually busy with work and came home late.

"How old are you again, old man" you hear from the living room, followed by a chuckle from Tommy.

"If you think 28 is old, I'm scared about what you think in 20 years, hon'," you say walking back in the living room with two bowls of popcorn, placing them on the coffee table and sitting right next to your birthday boy.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Joel says while wrapping an arm around you and placing a peck on your temple. Your relationship with Joel has been amazing for the past 2 years. When thinking back about it, you've got thank Sarah and her boldness to get her father into the dating scene. Who's daughter would slip her own dad's number to the local dinner waitress? Only in the Miller household, that's for sure.

"Movie in? What we watching again?," Tommy leans over his niece on the floor, grabbing a beer set there only a few minutes ago, Sarah replies, "Men in Black 2." as she wipes down the liquid ring caused by the beer bottle. "Learn to use a coaster next time, please"

"Ok ok, just play the damn thing. I wanna see if this is better then the original," he said before taking a swig of beer. You all sit comfortably, Tommy and Sarah huddled together on the floor and you and Joel cuddling together. You look up at him, admiring his facial features, wondering how he didn't notice his own beauty. He feels your stares and looks down at you and places his forehead against yours before placing a hand on your thigh and facing back to the screen.

There's about a quarter left of the movie now. Sarah had fallen asleep against Tommy, who's starting to feel the effects of the couple of beers. "I'm heading up, want me to take this one too?," he says looking up at the couple on the couch, "I'll tuck her in and whatever."

"Yeah that's fine Tommy, thank you," you say while smiling at the two on the floor, watching him pick up the sleeping teen, struggling for a second, then walking up the steps. Soft groans and a "Shh, it's fine, just me" can be heard faintly going up the steps.

You and Joel are left alone on the couch and the sequel playing in front of you. Placing a hand on his lap, you lean up and kiss his jaw. "Did you have a good birthday, my love?"

Joel chuckled and pulled you onto his lap, hands placed on your hips, "Of course I did, I always enjoy the quality time we spend, together as a family," he then leans forwards towards your ear whispering, "and when we're alone," followed by a playful smack on your ass.

"Uh, you nasty old man," you jokingly gasped out, lightly hitting Joel's chest. He let out a hearty laugh, both hands now on your ass, "Well this 'old man' loves you and everything you do, baby."

You place your hands on his chest, rubbing softly against the button down he wore. You sit in silence for awhile until you break it.

“Do you want me to suck your dick?”

Your words almost gave him whiplash, eyes blinking furiously as he had a confused and intriguing expression on his face.

“Right now?”

“Yeah dummy, right now.”

“Where did this come from, pretty girl?” His lips turned up in a smirk at the thought of you sucking him off right here on the couch.

“Maybe I'm just in the mood to suck your dick. So do you want me to or not?," you say smirking.

“Fuck, you know I could never resist your offer, baby.” His hand reaches up to your mouth, thumb caressing your lips, thinking about them wrapped around him, making his cock twitch. You reach down and grabbed his covered bulge and palmed him in your hand. The idea of sucking him off had his cock hardened.

“What about Sarah and Tommy, sweetheart? What if they come back down?”

“Well, you need to be my eyes and ears, old man, because I’ll be too busy with your pretty dick in my mouth.”

He groaned in anticipation when you got up and made yourself comfortable on your knees, peering up at him through your thick lashes. Quickly, you pulled his jeans and boxers down, his hard dick springing into view, making you lick your hungry lips.

His hand petting your head lovingly gave you the encouragement you needed to have at him.

You licked his tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum that was forming on it. The feeling of your tongue on him and the risk of getting caught had him groan out.

He pushed your head on his cock, becoming slightly impatient. He wanted to feel your wet and tight mouth rubbing against him. When he was in your throat, he groaned out in satisfaction, his eyes closing in bliss.

You sucked him off like your life depended on it, slurping and moaning around his cock. Your mouth and hand worked together to bring him towards the edge. You released his length for a moment with a pop and spat on him, watching your saliva trickle down his heavy cock, making you hungry for more.

"Fuck baby, you're doing so damn good. Sucking Daddy's cock so good," he says hand gripping your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper once again.

You took him all the way to the back of your throat again, making your eyes water. The light gagging made him shiver on the spot. You pushed through the slight discomfort, wanting to make him feel as good as possible.

He fucked your mouth hard, saliva dripping down your chin with each force of his hips. “So pretty and messy for me, baby.” He was in awe as he watched you take each inch of him. He was a little over average size, yet was thick enough to make your jaw hurt in the best ways.

“Ah, fuck,” he leaned his head back while shutting his eyes tight, “I'm gonna come.”

A thrust or two more, and he was shooting his hot cum down your throat, some coming out from the sides of your mouth. You continued to bob your head on him until he was done spilling every single drop.

“Show me,” he moaned, tugging you off of his softening dick. You showed him your empty mouth, tongue stuck out with no trace left of him in your mouth.

"Such a good girl for me. Knows exactly how to treat her Daddy," he groans while taking his free hand and rubbing your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch.

"Open that pretty mouth again for me, my love." You follow his orders opening your mouth allowing him to spit in your empty cavity and without being told to, you swallow happily.

"Hey lovebirds, next time ya'll are havin' fun, invite me yeah?" You look up in the direction of the stairs, hearing the other male voice in the house chuckle. "If you don't, just keep it down next time."

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[sunnyie-eve]

16 | Nowhere Near

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

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"I told you guys we were gonna be late!" Penelope looks at the guys so they end up having to get a shuttle van to get to the bus and they could tell others didn't like them.

"I hope you don't mind I took this seat." Penelope tells the guy sitting next to her.

"Oh, it's fine. My group is three of us so they're sitting up there together." He tells her.

"There's five of us as you could tell when we got in late. I told them we would be." She laughs, "I'm Penelope." She puts her hand out.

"Fabian." He shakes her hand, "You on vacation with family? Boyfriend? Friends?" He asks.

"Friends. It was my birthday a few days ago so they invited me on the trip. They're all YouTubers so our entire trip will be shown." She explains to him.

"Oh, what's the channel?" He pulls out his phone to look them up.

"It will be on TFIL but Sam and Colby have their channel and each their one and then itsCoreyScherer." She tells him.

"You don't have one?"

"No, I'm thinking of making one for fun. I'm just a model." She tells him.

"I'm a model too."

"That's cool." She laughs so they look each other up and chat.

Penelope has a distinct giggle so when the four hear her they look over to see her chatting with Fabian. Automatically Sam and Corey looked over to where Colby was sitting with Elton, and sure enough he looked annoyed looking at the guy she was talking to.

"Oh, he's going to be so protective off this bus." Sam shakes his head facing forward.

Corey gets on his phone and goes to Penelope's Instagram to see who the guy is because he looks at her followings. He goes through the guy's a bit before showing Sam something, "He knows Darwin."

"How well?" Sam looks at the phone.

"Celebrate birthdays together." Corey answers.

"Oh, we are screwed if Colby goes snooping like you did." Sam glances back to see Colby on his phone, "We might be.."

And Sam was right, they were going to be screwed because Colby was snooping as well. It didn't take him long at all to find the post with the two guys celebrating a birthday. Colby was fuming deep down. Did this guy know she dated Darwin or did he not know.

"There's no way..." Colby speaks out loud.

"No way for what?" Elton asks him.

"He has to know Penelope dated Darwin. The guy she's talking to is his friend."

"Why does that matter?" Elton asks confused.

"Because Darwin is a piece of shit and anyone who is his friend has to be too." Colby watches the two talk.

"Colby, do you have a secret thing for Penelope?" Elton asks him, "Because I mean, I would understand. She's not unattractive and you know her really well." He tells him.

Colby just gives him a look, "No, I don't Elton. You and everyone thinks I do but I don't. Penelope is just my friend and that's all she'll ever be. Plus you know what my type is. You've seen the girls I talk to and hook up with. Penelope is nowhere near them." He tells him not realizing he was getting a little loud trying to make Elton think he didn't like Penelope.

When the bus arrives Penelope and the guys stand together and Fabian had his group stand next to them so they could chat.

"Are you going to be okay not to laugh?" Colby asks Penelope so she looks at him.

"I'll be fine." She says sassy since she heard what he said on the bus.

Being led to the village they had all the guys do something together so Colby gives Penelope the camera to film them. When they were done she gives it back to him without saying a word to him. She was hurt by his words. He would always talk her up and then compares her to the girls he likes because she's nowhere near how they look.

"You okay? Since we got off the bus you've seen upset." Fabian walks with Penelope.

"My head suddenly started to hurt." She lies to him, "I get bad headaches randomly." She tells him which was actually true.

"Sissy, come here." Corey reaches out to pull her to join them.

Elton picks Sam and Corey to volunteer them to play a game with two other girls. Corey ends up winning and Penelope applauds him.

Afterwards, they got a little performance and it was nice to watch before eating. Fabian had his group sit with Penelope's so Colby was annoyed that they had to be by them. He really didn't like it when they all had to hold hands. For Colby, it was because Fabian was holding Penelope's hand and for Penelope, it was because he had to hold Colby's hand.

At the end of the whole visit, the four guys wander off while Penelope goes to the bus, "They're going to miss the bus if they horse around out there." She takes a seat next to Fabian.

"Boy will be boys." He laughs, "You feeling any better?" He asks as he gets a message on Snapchat and Penelope couldn't help but look and was surprised to see her ex snap him.

The snap said; You're with my ex in New Zealand?

"Sorry for looking but you know Darwin?" She asks him.

"I've known him since we were one year old so yeah." He chuckles.

"He's never talked to you about me when we were together?" She tilts her head.

"Actually, I knew who you were when you walked on the bus with Elton, Corey, Sam, and Colby. I didn't want to seem creepy so I pretended not to know you." He explains to her.

"I'm sorry but I find that a tad more creepier that you pretended not to know me." She lets him know.

"I'm sorry." He said as the guys rushed onto the bus.

"Idiots." She tells them as they walk to the back of the bus.

"Thanks for leaving us." Corey messes up her hair while Colby eyes, Fabian.

"I can see why Darwin didn't trust Colby from the start." Penelope just looks at him, "And you after a while. You're with Colby yet you're flirting with me."

"Flirting with you? I've only been nice to you." She says shocked, "Wow..." She gets up going to find an empty seat.

When they get off the bus going back to the RV, Colby tries talking to Penelope while they were alone inside. The other three were playing around outside talking about their trip today. "You were quiet today." He says as she changes clothes up in the bunk with the curtain closed.

She wanted to keep it to herself but she couldn't as she got down, "You're a piece of shit, Colby. You always talk me up when I feel down about myself telling me not to compare myself to other pretty girls. Yet you tell Elton I'm not your type because I'm nowhere near them. I mean, it's okay that I'm not your type but the way you put me down."

"Penelope... I-,"

She cuts him off, "What? Sorry?" She laughs.

"I didn't mean it."

"Then why say that!" She shouts at him and he has no idea what to say at the moment so she walks out while the guys walk in looking at him.

Sam changes clothes before going outside to see Penelope sitting on a curb. He takes a seat next to her and pulls her into his side to rub her back, "I'm sure didn't mean it in that way." He tells her.

"Well, he's not wrong. I don't compare to the girls he talks to and hooks up with. Who knows if Tyson or Darwin were ever attracted to me. Maybe they just wanted one thing because they talked so bad about me afterward." She moves out of Sam's touch.

"You're not unattractive Penelope, trust me. And for starters, your exes are assholes, that's why they talk bad about you." He lets her know.

"As I always say, you and Colby just stay stuff like that because you're my friends."

"No, I say that because I know you're attractive. You know, I was this close to asking you out before Tyson did." He shows her with his fingers, "Then when you guys broke up I didn't try to shoot my shot because I saw I was nowhere near your type. Tyson was a good-looking guy and I was nowhere near that."

"You liked me then?" She laughs, "You should have saved me from all that crap with Tyson, you asshole." She playfully shoves him.

"I'm sorry I was a scaredy cat." He laughs with her as Colby watches them before going over.

"I hate you know that I know that." Penelope jokes with him.

"You could never hate me." He pokes her.

"Also just because you think Tyson was good-looking and you were nowhere near him in looks... doesn't mean I didn't think you were too. I would have easily picked you over him." She lets him know with a smile.

"That makes part of me happy." He laughs as he sees Colby come over to them. "Just see what he has to say." Sam tells her before getting up so Colby takes a seat.

"I said what I said so Elton would stop asking me questions. I just snapped. Everyone always asks if I have a thing for you because I care about you and how close we are. I just said whatever to get him to shut up. I swear." He tells her.

"I wish you said it quietly."

"I wish I said it quietly too. You know I hate hurting your feelings. Do you forgive me?" He looks at her hands.

"I forgive you."

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[that-disabled-princess]

⭐? for the fanfiction ask game thing. if you want to. ^_^

Whoo BOY, thanks for the ask! Well, the fic I'm dying to talk about is very very NSFW, so I'll pick another one! I'll give a director's commentary on Who we're supposed to be 💖 I have so many Aro Thoughts (and other thoughts) that never got expanded upon in the fic because it would've taken away from Baz's story too much.

Buckle up: I had Thoughts. And we're getting personal, baby! (While still staying in the "I'm being safe on the internet" zone.) This fic means so much to me because I drew on my own experiences for it and because I've always wanted to write a fic that explores aromanticism.

I started writing this fic under a week before Baz's birthday because I had the sudden realization that Baz's birthday falls during aro week. That got me thinking--what if I wrote a fic where Baz realizes he aromantic?

I jotted down some quick notes for myself at first, mainly general tags and themes to write about. I knew I wanted it to be post canon, and I wanted it to be a fic about self-discovery, but that was about it.

I bolted upright in bed while on the verge of sleep, mere days before Baz's birthday, with the first line in my head. (My doc history says it was 11pm haha.) I grabbed my phone and wrote several paragraphs down... then spent the next day or two agonizing about where to take the fic. This fic meant so much to me, and I wanted to write the very best version of it I could.

Baz questioning himself with all those little moments in his and Simon's history is so similar to my own questioning.

"But I was so sure I had a crush on this person!"

"But I dated someone!"

"But I kissed someone!"

"But we've had sex!"

"Am I allowed to call myself aromantic after [insert action usually classified as romantic]?"

"Will they still want to be around me?"

"What will society think?"

And the list. Goes. On.

Using the word concluding in the sentence "Concluding I'm in love with him by fifth year" was an intentional choice I'd given thought to. The word was originally realizing, which just didn't feel right, but I couldn't think of a better word to use. I was ready to give up and just say "good enough" when @bazzybelle pointed it out, and the word conclude popped into my head.

And isn't that just accurate. I don't speak for all aros, but concluding we have a crush on someone, concluding we must be in love with someone, concluding we must want to date them... it really screams how amatonormative our society is. And yeah, Baz is attracted to Simon! He does adore Simon! I wrote some aroallo rep into this fic!

But Baz isn't attracted to Simon in the way society says he should be. He's not in love with them. (@martsonmars you were so right in saying we need to burn the world to the ground xD)

I loved going into detail about Baz's physical and aesthetic attraction to Simon. I wrote this based on my own experiences, and physical and aesthetic attraction is something I experience! (If you're someone I'm really comfortable with, I can be a very touchy person. I love cuddles.) Belle put it really well in their comment on the doc--physical attraction and caring deeply about someone doesn't equal romantic love. We all have different ways we experience attraction and different ways we care for people, and that's perfectly okay!

Baz is right--it is so incredibly strange realizing and acknowledging that you go against society's norms and structures. Acknowledging you're different. But Simon's right, Baz! Different doesn't mean worse at all. You're still you, you're still beautiful, you're still a wonderful person. (I love Simon's wings and tail and Baz's vampirism being disability parallels for this reason.)

Writing Baz freaking out and running away hurt my heart. I despise beating around the bush and prefer facing conflict head-on, but running away from my sexual/romantic orientation was something I did a lot as a baby queer. Especially with my bisexuality and asexuality. Poor Baz is struggling so much with imposter syndrome and internalized arophobia right now.

Arospec Aggie! Agatha was so heavily arospec-coded in the first two books, I got whiplash when she kissed Niamh in the third. All of a sudden, it was like her being aspec-coded didn't exist anymore. I was honestly disappointed.

Like... did that really just happen? Was her entire characterization in the first two books all for naught? Was this the plan all along? This is the reason I love how, in the epilogue, we don't know if Agatha and Niamh are still a Thing! It's open to reader interpretation!

I've come to enjoy brobelove, but aro Agatha will always have a special place in my heart. I purposefully left it open to interpretation where on the aromantic spectrum Agatha falls, and if her and Niamh are in a relationship or not.

All of Agatha's advice to Baz are things I would tell a baby aro me. For so much of this fic, I was thinking "What would I say to a younger, baby aro me?" (Whiiiich, of course, meant I cried like a baby the entire time I was writing this fic.) I sat for a while just thinking about my experiences as an aromantic queer and what it was like thinking I'd felt all this romantic attraction, thinking I'd done all the right romantic things, thinking I'd dated the right people, thinking I'd done what society wanted...

Everything I thought I was supposed to do.

Fuck society. Fuck whatever expectations society and your parents and your friends place on you. Fuck them. You're allowed to do what's right for you.

You're still allowed to be happy and find happiness.

Man, I wish someone would've told baby queer me that. I'm so happy I got to give Baz the queer emotional support I never had. I am so thankful to the friends that have helped me through all my queer identity crises, and I'm glad I got to give Baz that, too.

Plus--Baz and Agatha friendship! Who doesn't love their friendship?

Baz's journey is very similar to what my own was like. I read about aromanticism, sought out aromantic characters in books and movies and TV shows, talked to friends about it. And Loveless? An absolutely amazing book. I highly recommend it to anyone who's aspec.

The Baz reading poetry bit was inspired by me writing poetry about aromanticism and being aromantic haha. I've written several poems about aromanticism and amatonormativity.

His reflections are also similar to what my own were like. I was never in a proper relationship, but I did have crushes and did "date" people. (I use the word date loosely--we never actually went out and they were both shitty people.) I experienced attraction, too... just not the kind society expected me to experience. Growing up being different than everyone else around you is hard. And when you have shit parental figures you can't turn to? Even harder.

Oh, the "Good parts, bad ones, everything in between" line! This comes from a great song from the movie Purple Hearts. The song is, as with most songs, literally about romance (though, it does make me think about how I adore my best friend), but I love the line "you loved my everything / the good, the bad, the in between." I think of that line a lot. It's made its way into a couple of my snowbaz fics before actually.

And ace Mordelia! I absolutely adore queer Mordelia, and I love queer Mordelia having big queer brother Baz there to turn to <33

Oof, the coming out scene. This was a hard one to write. I was already crying by the time I hit this scene, but writing the coming out from Baz's POV--really, the main and only POV I wanted to do for this fic--turned the tears from a river to a waterfall. I sobbed my way through writing this fic, and I enjoyed every minute of getting to tell Baz's story.

Be brave, Baz! Light a match and blow on the tinder. I've always taken that saying of Natasha's to mean "be brave."

Okay, so love vs adore... To me, love is an overused cliche word. (No hate to anyone who likes it, this is just my opinion.) I'm also loveless, so... yeah. I'm suuuper uncomfortable with people telling me they love me and telling people I love them. (This also probably has a lot to do with pieces of my past I'd rather not discuss on the internet lol.) I prefer when people use the word adore! To me, adore is a much more beautiful word. I think it's so much more meaningful and special, which is why when I'm talking about something I truly adore, I'll use... well. Adore.

It's also why I put Baz telling Simon he adores them after telling Simon he loves them. (Every word in this fic was chosen carefully. This fic could not be more over-analyzed even if an English teacher was analyzing it xD) (At least I know exactly what the author intended lmao.)

Simon already understands what aromanticism and asexuality are in this fic! He has a frame of reference already because Mordelia is asexual and Agatha is arospec. I wasn't quite sure where to go with Simon's reaction to Baz coming out until I put two and two together and went "Wait, they already know aspec people." (Thanks @tea-brigade for helping me figure that one out!) Being able to give Baz a caring and supportive partner was wonderful.

QPRs are one of my favorite things. It's beautiful how many ways relationships and queer people just exist. Queerness is beautiful.

Sweet Simon's rambling questions. Those questions were inspired by the own questions that have been running through my mind about getting into a QPR.

"Where would I feel comfortable being kissed?"

"What pet names would be okay?"

"What would I want to be referred to as?"

"What about cuddles?"

"What about sex?"

And, once again: the list goes on.

How Simon handled Baz coming out was important to me. It was important that Simon was still an adoring and supportive boyfriend, even while both they and Baz were figuring things out.

Aroallo Baz is also so important to me. Aroallo rep for the win!

Baz is so right--cuddles are The Best. And he deserves to be at peace and feel comfortable with himself.

Ugh I need an aro blanket now. I have my stars blanket, but I need more blankets for my blanket mountain!

Baz hugging Simon at the very end and having that be the last line was an intentional choice. So many movies, even non-romance ones, all end with kisses. And for what? For a nice neat little bow on top? For your little cliche tropey romance plot? (Not saying all movies are like this, this is just what I've seen overall.) I liked ending it with a hug instead of the overused kiss ending. Endings are something I used to really struggle with, and being able to branch out and write fics without ending them with "I love you"s or kisses feels great! (It also means I can now end a lil sweet and silly fic with an "I love you" or a silly lil kiss and have fun with it.)

I really loved shaking things up in this fic. In terms of writing about queerness, giving Simon and Baz the opportunity to just exist, and playing around in the big ol' "fuck amatonormativity" sandbox.

It was an honor to be able to write a fic about something so near and dear to my heart and to have it reach so many arospec people. I've been wanting to write a fic about aromanticism for a long time. I'm glad I was able to do that.

I adore this fic, and I hope y'all could find a piece of yourself in it, too 💖💖

Some quick non-aro-related thoughts!

A little nod to trans he/they Simon! I just love the image of Simon all splayed out on the bed, allowing himself to take up space. Both trans!Simon and Simon having a tummy mean so much to me.

And a nod to Baz having chronic pain! I have chronic leg pain myself, so I love seeing Baz having trouble with his leg after the numpties in fanfic. Plus--it's right there in canon! He's canonically disabled for a time! After becoming disabled myself, Simon healing Baz's leg with his ✨god-like magic✨ just weirds me out. But I'll spare you my thoughts.

The pumpkin scones! One of my favorite personal headcanons is that Baz's favorite food is pumpkin scones. I also love the thought of Simon making Baz pumpkin scones on bad days to cheer him up, or as a celebration for something he achieved.

I also love the thought of Simon crocheting. I wrote Simon as a crocheter in last year's COTTA fic, and I've loved this idea ever since! Simon gets to make all the crochet blankets for their partner, and Baz gets to snuggle under the mountain of blankets his partner made him.

Baz's "Fang-tastic!" mug! I adore that mug. Another one of my absolute favorite headcanons is that Simon bought Baz that custom mug 🥰

And Baz needs more friends lol. Let the man live! Let the man have uni and orchestra friends! Let the man join Discord servers and fangirl over the most recent classic book he read! (I would love to see that fic actually.)

"Down, boy" makes me laugh out loud every time I read it. It's just so goddamn funny. Spadey has a mind of his own, and we love that for him xD

#when the ''why say in 20 paragraphs what you can say in 20 words'' person turns into the #''why say in 20 words what you can say in 20 paragraphs'' person #*whispers* what have i become #i just have so. many. thoughts. #i couldn't type this fast enough #i underestimated just how many thoughts i had about this fic lmao #y'all better prepare yourselves for when i decide to give a director's commentary on Mark of the Beast #there is going to be so much lambden lore #the author overuses italics in this post #the author doesn't care because the author loves this fic and these thoughts #the author is proud of this fic and this post #my writing #baz pitch #aromantic #aroace answers #aro baz

[amidstnamjin-and-binchanlix]

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Warnings: Uhhh. Non-graphical smut and slight angst, but that's pretty much it for now since I'm still crafting the next part, and some curse words lmao.

I won't control you, but MDNI. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: OT7/(F) Reader

Plot: Seven dates that has a significant mark in your life, one of which massively tilted and fucked up your world for good.

Seven men you didn't want to have more significance in your life than they already have for each of those dates you desperately want to forget.

Genre: mutual pining (ik, ik, i'm sorry), light angst, denial of feelings, eventual poly ot7

placeholder: avoust xxix - óutobre xxxi - nouvèmbre xv - desèmbre xxvi - febrié xxiii - mai xiii - juliet xxii

this is not my first dabble at the bts fandom but this was my first bangtan fic i posted in ao3 2 years ago bc i was a baby army (and my first bangtan creation [not the mixtape series] one is still unfinished and unposted wkwkwkw) so pls be kind to me uwu n i don't really have army moots so if you wanna, come say hi to me on twitter @shimaeara (i don't use it for now because i have no moots there yet) this fic is fucking self-serve and was written without sleep and came to me after reading a fucking drarry slowburn and binge listening to Moonchild and continued after weeks(months) of procrastination and am not good at smut so i might not be able to write it graphically for now idk sorry (edit, 2023: I can write smut now lmao but im still not good at it so i'll try!!!!) artists mentioned are not mine and own themselves. only my original character is self-made, and portrayal and descriptions are in no way real and did not happen in life. everything is entirely fictional not beta'd so i take full responsibility for each and every mistake, my existence included.

i'm reposting this right now because of the date in my country (and a happy birthday to my irl bestfriend, allain. hope you're happy wherever you are, fucker

aight imma head out

💜 You're not aware of the date today.

You wake up unusually early. It's ironic—everything today seems to be, and it's only six in the morning. That in itself should've clued you in because never in a million years would you wake up at five fucking thirty ahead of your alarm, and a weekend at that.

No one dare wake you up voluntarily before seven safest, not after that incident with an overly-hyper Joji that resulted in him sporting a black eye and split lip for a week. No hard feelings were had; you've been bestfriends with him during the past few years since he became your client at the villa. It was resolved with a quick fuck before you even got out of bed. Everybody pretended that the scratches on his back were—ahem—inflicted during the fight.

Pft. Sure.

He has since left residence, but he still flounces around whenever his schedule allows, the motherfucker. You should remind him to bring his own food next time because he cleansweeps the fridge every time.

Your mood has been off since you opened your eyes. You lie there for a few minutes before you realize that it's still kind of dark outside, and a quick check of your phone informs you of the time.

5:36 am

Huh. That's fucking early.

You rub at your chest softly, wondering where the hollow sinking feeling is coming from and what roused you from your sleep. Granted that yes, you're not the most mentally healthy person, but the feeling is different from usual. Almost worse.

You try to go back to sleep but right as you were about to drift off, your bladder decides to kick in. Groaning, you roll out of bed and pad sleepily to your bathroom to do your business with closed eyes, trying not to let go of your sleepiness. Of course, that proves futile. You aren't able to fall right back to sleep after that. Normally, you'd have no problem jumping right back to snoozing, but again, irony.

When trying prove to be useless, you decide to get up. On the way down, you forget to take your phone with you, and you ain't going back to sixth ass floor when you're already on the second. You continue onward and bump into Shads. "Morning, Matt."

He looks at you in trepidation, and you laugh lightly at his expression. Nobody dare forget that you're not a morning person. "Hey, Y/N."

"Relax, I'm not gonna punch you." He laughs at that and visibly relaxes.

"You're up early," he comments.

"Yeah. I don't even know why, and I can't go back to sleep now anyways so..."

He nods. "Well, I'm just turning in. Need to catch some sleep before we fly later."

"Fun night?" You ask.

He snorts at that with a laugh as he turns away to walk to his room. "Wish. Had to be at the studio to fix some things."

"Aw, you poor baby."

"Fuck off."

You both laugh and walk away; him towards his room, and you towards the kitchen. "Sleep well. I'll make sure the car will be here later for you guys."

"Thanks, babe."

You feel it again while you are making myself a cup of hot chocolate at the communal kitchen. You have a love-hate relationship with coffee, so you don't drink it that much. You thump your chest lightly with a slight grimace, the feeling almost crushing now. Your heart is racing and you don't know why, hands shaking as you grip the counter and try to breathe through your mouth.

"Y/N?"

You look up to see Jin in his pajamas, blinking at you owlishly. "Hey, Jin." Your grimace morphs into an awkward smile and you put your arms to your side in fear that he might've seen it—he did.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you say, ignoring the heavy pounding feeling in your chest. He doesn't look convinced. "You're up early."

He shakes his head. "This is my usual waking time. You're early."

Well, you don't have a rebut for that.

"Are you sure you're okay, Y/N?" he asks again when you stay silent.

"Yeah." You will yourself to calm down, even though it's obviously unsuccessful. "I think I'm just having a heartburn."

He raises an eyebrow at that, clearly not buying your lie. He decides to spare you instead. "You shouldn't be having hot chocolate then; that will just trigger it more. Sit. I'll make us some tea."

"No, no, it's okay! I'm fine." You try to argue, but you quickly shut up when he narrows his eyes at you. You wait in awkward silence as he prepares the tea and starts making breakfast, possibly for his friends. Once it was done, you thank him and turn to go back to your room.

"Where are you going?" he asks, spatula raised from where he is cooking.

"Back to my room?"

He shakes his head. "No, you sit. I'm making breakfast anyway."

"But I—"

"Are you really this stubborn?" When you remain silent, he hums and goes back to cooking "That's what I thought. Now sit down."

And what choice do you have?

"Do you take any medicines?" he asks after a few minutes of silence.

"...no?"

"Not even for anxiety? Or anything?"

Wow. What happened to sparing you? You shake your head no. He just raises his brows at that and (mercifully) changes the topic. "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing. It's my first break in months, so I think I might just sleep all day and stay in bed. I don't know." You shrug. "How 'bout you guys? Do you have promotions today?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. We're all preparing for Jungkook's birthday. It's in three days."

Wait. Jungkook's birthday is September 1.

You stop at that, the cup of tea paused from where you were just about to take a drink. "T-three days?" You ask shakily as he puts some food on a plate and places it down in front of you, unaware of your inner turmoil. The food smells amazing, but you don't think you can handle eating right now.

"Yeah. It's 29 today, isn't it?" Jin takes his phone that was on the counter and checks, then puts the phone back down. "It is. We're gonna prepare a surprise for him."

Fuck.

"That's good," you say, trying not to show how your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest. He smiles at you and turns back to where he's cooking.

So that's why you've been feeling off since you woke up. 29th. It's the 29th of August today.

You finish your food with difficulty but you don't show it to him to not be ungrateful. His cooking is great, but your mind is really just elsewhere today. "Thanks for the breakfast. And uh, the tea." You clear your throat as you finish washing your plate.

"No biggie." He smiles brightly and you almost forget—almost.

"Have fun today with your plans. I'll be"—you swallow as you leave the room almost hurriedly, and Jin finally notices your distress—"I'll be in my room if you guys need something from me."

You hear him ask if you were really okay but you ignore it, almost tripping on your way out. You don't know you've been holding your breath until you let it out as you reach your room and flop uselessly on your bed. You can't even cry at this rate. You've spent so long crying that it left you tearless and empty. When you try to look deeper, the pain is crippling that you can't even move to shed a tear. It feels like being suspended mid-air in a dark void with that feeling that you might fall anytime, only you don't know when and if the fall will finally kill you.

You spend the whole day in bed with minimal to no human interaction. Matt swung by midday and thanked you with a hug before the band left. It will be hours later when someone knocks on your door again.

It's Namjoon.

"Y/N?"

You're tempted to not answer him. While yes, your closeness with him and his group came a long way from just them being your clients, you still don't feel comfortable with giving them the burden of trying to deal with your tragedies and discomfort. He calls your name again with a light knock before you amble to the door weakly, opening it just an inch. "Hey."

You smile at him, but it's clear as day that you aren't really feeling it. "Hey, Namjoon."

"Are you okay?" He pauses, then shakes his head. "No, you're obviously not. Can I come in?"

And of course, he can.

One thing you like about him is his maturity and perceptiveness. With the chaos that comes with his group, Namjoon keeps them tethered. You love their group, you really do. But when the energy becomes too much, you're thankful because he always senses your need to slow down and calms them. Maybe it's the same reason you're drawn to him the most out of all of them. All you know is it isn't just a plain crush on such a charming person anymore. When you spend a lot of time with someone so kind and wonderful, their looks become just a fucking bonus. Every time you look at him your heart won't stop racing, and it's the exhilarating type that makes you sweat and puts the coil in your stomach.

You both sit on the bed, pulling up the covers as he sits a respectable distance from you.

"Hyung told me what happened," he says at last. Your stomach drops at that. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Do you want to?

With your silence, he continues. "I understand if you don't want to. Just know that we're here for you." Then softly, "I'm here for you."

Your heart stutters, but you keep your face neutral by giving him a soft smile. "Thank you, Namjoon."

After a few minutes, he asks, "Is it because of Jungkook?"

"What?"

"Jin-hyung said you ran away when he mentioned our surprise for Jungkook." There is an emotion you can't name that briefly flits through his face before it smooths out to curiosity. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No!" At his surprised face, you backtrack. "No," you say in a much softer voice. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I—"

"Noona!"

Wow. Speak of the devil and all that jazz.

Jungkook bursts through the door, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room. Or if he does, he doesn't comment on it. "My favorite Noona~!" He climbs on the bed and sits beside you.

Your eyes flit to Namjoon, and you nearly miss the sharp look he gives him when Jungkook lies with his head on your lap. You snort at Jungkook's antics, a slow smile spreading to your lips.

"I bet you say that to all your noonas," you tease, to which Jungkook splutters.

"No, I don't!" He turns to Namjoon. "Tell her, hyung."

"I—what?"

"That she is my favorite noona!"

"You do say that to all your noonas, Kook." Namjoon deadpans.

"Hyung!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Namjoon laughs. "Everyone knows you love Y/N the most."

"Yeah! Don't be jealous though, hyung." Jungkook chides, a crimson blush slowly spreading over Namjoon's cheeks. "We all know you love her the most."

"Hey—!"

"By the way," Jungkook back turns to you and ignores Namjoon's protesting, "we're all going out later. Want to come with?"

"Uh," you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. "I don't know, Jungkook. I—"

"Please?" He pulls his infamous doe eyes that makes it hard to refuse. While you normally don't have an issue with going out, you're not feeling up for it today. Especially not today of all days.

Your mind drifts to your old friends.

It's been seven years since they'd all been gone, but the memory is still fresh. For the past few years, you'd celebrated this day—all their birthdays—cradling a bottle of whatever liquor you get your hands on. You'd plow through bottle after bottle, glass after glass, trying to forget that you would have been celebrating with them had that day not happened. Then, you'd come home and sob yourself to sleep and pass out from being drunk because them being gone meant your alcohol tolerance was suddenly gone too.

"Y/N?" You snap out of your trance and see both men looking at you in confusion. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." The hollow feeling intensifies and you feel a little nauseous, but you shake it off. "Sorry, what was that again?"

"Do you want to come with us later?" Jungkook's mood subdues at your lost expression, concern marring his pretty face. "But you can say no if you don't want to!"

You know they really wouldn't force you to come with them if you say no. They never once made you feel like you have no choice with the shenanigans they drag you into.

Then you think about what Alex would probably say if he's still here, what all of them would say. They'd kick your ass for stopping yourself from celebrating and getting wasted. They'd tell you that you need to try to forget even just for a day, and that drinking a whole ass bar is one way to do it. They would probably say some shit about honoring them by getting shitfaced.

"Okay," you say weakly.

The two men looks at you apprehensively.

"Are you sure, Y/N? We really wouldn't mind."

You nod. "It's fine. I'm sure it'll be fun."

"It will be!" Jungkook says excitedly. "I'll make sure it is."

And make sure, he does.

Eight pm rolls around and you're ready to head out with them. You don't want to risk them being seen with someone who'll just drag their image down so as much as it pains you, you actually do put effort in dressing up and looking presentable. Normally, you would just wear the most comfortable outfit. You can't risk that tonight, however. You're going out with people who has all eyes on them. Being associated with someone who looks remotely like a trash can would do nothing good for their image, although you know they could care less about that.

"Noona, you read...y?" You turn around in time to see Jungkook's Adam's apple bob in his throat. His eyes rakes your figure and you can't help the slight flush in your cheeks when you meet his intense gaze.

"Am I overdressed?" You try to joke, but it feels weak. He shakes his head, cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

"You look wonderful, noona ." He mutters under his breath, "too wonderful."

"What?"

He ignores that, giving you a blinding smile. "Shall we go?"

You feel baffled by his actions, but nod at him nonetheless. "Lemme just put on my shoes." You turn around and miss his eyes go wide when you bend over to slip on your pumps. He subtly adjusts himself through his pants and tears his eyes away from your ass before you can catch him staring. "Let's go?"

"Y-yeah." He clears his throat. "Hyungs are all waiting downstairs."

"Are you sure you're okay?" You ask. You walk over to him and put your hand on his forehead, unaware of his inner turmoil at the skin contact.

He catches your hand, and you gasp at his intense stare. A few seconds pass and he squeezes your hand before letting go.

"I'm okay." He then smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Let's go?"

--

You've already lost track of how many drinks you've consumed tonight. The corner of the bar was the perfect place and you made a beeline for it straight away once you spot it, unaware of Namjoon's eyes that were trained on you the whole time. You know you probably should've stuck with the others but you know your presence wouldn't be missed that much, so you stay put. You just left when you had enough turning down unwanted attention. Seriously, can't they all get a fucking hint?

"There you are!"

You startle as you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and Jungkook stands there with a dopey smile. You assume he's on the way to being drunk now, but you really can't tell. "Y/N! I've been looking for you everywhere."

Obviously not everywhere. "Sorry, Kookie. I was just at the bar."

His smile gets wider at the pet name. "Kookie?"

"Oh, I mean—"

"I like it." He takes your hand with a slight tug. "Come on, let's go find the others."

You let him lead you and weave through the throng of partygoers. You feel the warmth of his hand on yours and fixate on it. Too much, that you don't know where he's leading you until the sounds of music gets muffled and muted. There's a firm click and thud, and you're being pushed against the door. His lips are on yours before you can even comprehend what's happening.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that you're kissing back. Weakly at first, you try to push him off you until he takes the hint.

His lips detach from yours and he pulls away, breathing heavily. His profile is illuminated by the purple light of the room, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest from catching his breath.

"What are we doing?" You ask him, eyes wide.

"Nothing you won't consent to."

You look at each other wordlessly. He steps back a little from you and removes his hands on your hips. You realize that he's giving you an out if you want to, but that you really don't want him to give you an out.

The last part scares you.

"I won't force you to anything you don't want to," he says gravelly. "You can always say no."

"What if I don't want to?" You mumble. "Say no, that is."

He looks confused for a moment. When it dawns on him, however, his lips pull into a slow devilish smirk. Goosebumps follow his fingers on your skin.

"Then we do whatever you want."

It's all a blur after that.

His lips find yours again, hands seeking the curve of your hips. He trails kisses on your cheeks down to your neck and chest, and sucks bruises that make you gasp out loud as your hands tangle in his silky hair. They don't slack grip as you guide him down right where you want his mouth and hands.

He takes you twice; first is when he pounds you from behind. Your hair is fisted in his hands as he pulls on it, and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

He thrusts deeper when you moan loud. "Stay quiet, noona," the honorific sounding sinful from his lips. You keen when he grinds his hips and hit that wonderful spot.

The second is with your legs wrapped around his waist, arms on his shoulder. You can feel the pulse of his cock inside you with every savage thrust, and it makes you forget what it is you're running from. Half-crescent scratches are etched on his shoulders as you grip him tightly when you come, his hips stuttering in rhythm as his own orgasm crashes through him when you tighten around him.

Once you both finally catch your breath, he puts you down gently and fixes the creases on your dress.

"I'm taking this home," he says and pockets your panties. You don't have it in you to protest. Instead, you settle on rolling your eyes at him with a placid smile.

"I think you fucked the sad out of me," you say as your breathing calms to normal. You run your fingers through his hair and he kisses your wrist. "Thank you, Kookie. Happy birthday."

He pulls you into a tender hug, pressing a kiss on your hair. "Love you, Y/N."

You don't respond, don't need to. You know he feels it with how you fix his appearance and ruffle his hair as you lead him out of the room, totally unaware of a set of eyes that follow you both on your way out.

#mutual pining #light angst #i wrote this instead of sleeping #crossposted from ao3 #written with no sleep #to be continued #eventual poly bts #polyamorous bts

[butchsophiewalten]

are you able to post screenshots for the new findjackwalten? im on mobile and the website haaaaates it

So i was WAY too tired to to this last night, so to make up for it now I'm going to give a little walkthrough of everything that changed

Obviously the main page is entirely different. It's extremely distorted on desktop and actually looks way nicer on mobile, because this entire website is designed specifically for mobile viewing.

(Desktop View)

(Mobile View)

(This page used to also be redirected to through findjackwalten/the-future-of-technology, but it seems that redirect is now findjackwalten/cyberfuntech82)

On mobile, the correctly-aligned text reads as follows: '"THE BON'S BURGERS PROJECT" written by: Kant Tenessee Since the 1960s, Businessmen Felix A. Kranken and Jack Walten have been setting up an all-new entertaintment center in Brighton, MI. "The Most Advanced Animated Show in Livingston County" is what CyberFun Tech, head company of manufacturing Bon's Burgers' magical entertaintment, said to define this brand new place. Bon's Burgers is set to open on June 1st, promising quality service and custom shows for families and birthdays. "It is a miracle in the making" said Susan Woodings, Cyberfu"

This last paragraph is overlaid partially by upside-down text that reads: ""A SMALL SETBACK IN AN OTHERWISE BRILLIANT PROJECT" BON'S BURGERS OPENING DELAYED OVER UNKNOWN INCONVENIENCE. written by: allison gunn The now "famous" Bon's Burgers restaurant, set to open in June 1st, has been now set to open it's doors on June 28th. Public is confused. It was a disappointing scene of June 1st, when a big crowd stayed hours awaiting the opening of "Livingston County's most advanced entertaintment center". It was about 6 PM on June 1st where Felix A. Kranken, co-founder, said the following words: "It is a shame to announce that the long-awaited opening of the restaurant will have to be delayed, due to multiple inconveniences in the process of getting everything ready for this event. Many unfortunate news have caused work to be in hiatus and delayed. We're looking foward to open this place on a few weeks from now: July 28th, 10 AM. We apologize for the inconvenience and for wasting people's time, however, we believe this is just a minor setback in an otherwise brilliant project, stay tuned for more ne"

which itself its overlaid by several variations of the phrase "A minor setback?" which repeat down the length of the page. This text is copy/pasted directly from the site, so any grammatical errors (ie; "entertaintment", or "foward" instead of 'forward') are authentic to the text of the website. It also might be worth noting that at the beginning of the second article the delayed opening date is listed as "June 28th", which we know to be accurate, but is later written as "July 28th" when quoted from Felix. I'm not sure if that's a genuine typo or if there's any kind of information to be gleaned from that mistake.

Next is /jackwalten . which is just EXTREMELY COOL

This is just so genuinely chilling to me i love this one. It is so thoroughly unsettling, this imagery is incredible.

Worth noting that the image of the mounted buck's head appears to have a title? Which is notable on account of most other images on the site being Untitled (or "Sin Título", Literally meaning "No Title", this is the default file name if your system's default/native language is Spanish. I have seen some people be confused by this.)

It looks like it reads "s-l300", but I can't actually copy/paste the original text to see if what looks like a lowercase L is actually a capital I because of the way Wix, which this site is built with, stores images.

A cursory google search tells me a Motorola SL300 is a two-way radio/walkie talkie, which seems relevant? But i'm not sure if it's too recent of a model to be congruent timeline-wise. S-I300 (capital I) gives me... a caulking gun? which seems less relevant.

Maybe worth noting that the "l300" text reads a little like the word "BOO" which, if nothing else, is very cute.

/rosemarywalten is entirely empty except for this text

To me this reads like wedding vows, it seems to connect to the "I can love" text on Jack's page?

/sophiewalten has the same image of Edd & Molly it's had the entire time it's existed, as well as this text.

Important thing with this text, highlighting it shows you this!

"Do I know what I'm getting myself into?" I've already seen it theorized that the text on this page is Sophie like, chewing out Felix? In what's meant to be an empowering moment for her? Which I cannot agree with, especially considering the hidden word

It introduces uncertainty, stands back and says "No, she doesn't know what she's getting herself into," and in that completely defangs it. It cannot be empowering for her under that context.

/poker appears to be the only Anthony page to have changed. Here's the old text vs the new text, since they form a continuous thought.

/anticlimactic is the last page to receive a significant update. If you remember, the old page had hidden text you could only see by highlighting, much like the /sophiewalten page does now.

On the new /anticlimactic, we have new text:

And if you highlight:

Every other known findjackwalten page has either remained identical or has become a blank webpage.

#ask #aughhh god. i think that's everything? #let me know if i forgot something or if you notice something else change

[somewhat-very-insane]

if my memory is something to be relied upon(that it isn't, my cognition is rather poor). i might recall you have the anniversary of your birth coming in the next two weeks. my question for today is do you enjoy celebrations for yourself on the day of? if so, i'll be pleased to send you a celebratory message on the date. and if not, there shall be no fretting done, it is all up to you.

alongside this, i'd also like to ask if you recommend the songs on your playlist that is titled on your carrd "me." your interests and thoughts, predictably, intrigue me greatly and i was wondering if it the playlist was still relevant and something you enjoyed. i also looked into "Heaven's Official Blessing." you can probably tell, but i'm a bit of a hermit, so the thought of going to the library is a bit, well, intimidating to me. though from what i've read about it online, it seems like it'd be worthwhile. there's also a show on netflix of the same name with the characters in it, do you recommend watching that? is it a poor place to start?

sorry for the pile of questions, as usual you're, of course, free to take as long as you'd like answering all of them. and don't worry about your response being too long or wordy, again, i quite enjoy reading your thoughts. thank you very much for reading.

-🐏

i did say my birthday is next month, but it's actually on the thirtieth! that's not on you (or your, admittedly better than you claim, level of cognitive abilities) for mixing things up, though - i never actually said what day it is. and i do like being told happy birthday and such, getting gifts, etc., though, a fun fact i guess, i've actually never had a real birthday party.

and, yes! the playlist linked under "me," which is titled "my brain," is still very much relevant; i exclusively add songs to it that i think describe my thought patterns, or can very accurately put my feelings (in general) into words better than i can. whether i enjoy listening to it or not depends on my mood, because it can be very overwhelming for me to be faced with All Of My Thoughts At Once, but it can also be quite nice.

as for the netflix version of tgcf, i believe it's the same as the official donghua on bilibili, though i'm not entirely sure because i watched it from there, not netflix. they may have changed some things, depending on where you live/what dub you watch it in. if you want accuracy, find somewhere you can watch it subbed in your language, with the original mandarin dub (i am not sure if netflix has that) because i know that at least the english dub changes some things a significant amount. like, a "hyv eng translators changing diluc and kaeya from sworn brothers to actual/adoptive brothers" difference. it's pretty bad. plus they make san lang so much more flirty than he is in the original dub. it bothers me.

that aside, if you do find somewhere to watch it, or don't mind the english discrepancies, it will only get through, as of now, about two thirds of book one (at least the english version)? and cuts some major things out, from what i recall. they are working on season two now, though. but in my opinion, the show is to be enjoyed afterwards, simply because everything will make more sense that way.

#🐏 anon #//deity's wisdom

[survey--s]

601.

Did you know that all the fish are dying out? Sure, that's hardly news.

Would you ever wear a white tuxedo? No. I avoid even wearing white t-shirts lol.

Do you judge a book by its cover?

Sure, I mean - the blurb and the photo on the cover is generally what draws me into buying a book (or not).

Do you like chips and dips? Oooh, yes.

Last time you went on a rollercoaster: Whenever we went to Blackpool - I think it was about six years ago.

Ever been to a pottery class? I took pottery lessons in school for a while. It was pretty fun.

Does your milkshake bring all the boys to the yard? No.

Who was the last person to stay over at your house? I don't think anyone has ever slept over here.

Do you like red lipstick? On some people.

Can you recall your country’s national anthem? I know the first verse, yeah.

Do you believe in ghosts? No.

Which sweets/candy would you put into your dream pic'n'mix? Fizzy cola bottles, giant strawberries, strawberry bonbons, foam shrimps, foam bananas, fried eggs, milk bottles, jelly beans, those Haribo rhubarb and custards, fizzy strawberry pencils, fizzy cola laces and flying saucers. And now I want pic'n'mix lol.

If you had a boat, where would you sail in your boat? Around the world.

Can you rap? Ha, no.

Are you a light sleeper? Yeah, I definitely can be.

When you were young, did you ever pretend to “marry” somebody? Yeah, my then-boyfriend. What is your favourite Disney film? The original Alice in Wonderland.

Do you prefer brown or white bread? White.

Have you ever spent an entire day in bed? Yeah, a few times, but I don't really enjoy it. It ruins my mental health to just sit about in bed all day.

Don’t you just find it annoying when people get too much plastic surgery? I mean, I don't really care what other people do their bodies.

How high’s your pain threshold? I can tolerate some pain really well, but other types I struggle with.

What would you wear to a red carpet event? I wouldn't attend one.

Whose birthday is next, out of all the people you know? Uh, nobody in particular is coming to mind right now.

What kind of coat are you going to wear in the winter? It depends what I'm doing. I have about six winter coats.

Did you ever go through a Goth phase? Yep.

Do you find architecture interesting? No, not really.

When on the computer do you ever think about how it all works? No.

How many songs are there in your iTunes library? I don't use iTunes.

Do you like Irish accents? Yeah. My mum's best friend is Irish and her voice is just really comforting to me for some reason.

Describe the worst date you’ve ever been on: I went to the cinema with a friend of a friend once and he didn't speak more than two words to me the entire night, lol.

When did you last go to the park? I never really go to the park but I went to the local nature reserve yesterday morning if that counts?

Which two animals would you breed together to make a hybrid? I don't know about a hybrid, but I would LOVE a mini elephant.

Do you ever forget how to walk? Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night for a pee.

Do you own a Jesus bracelet? lol no.

How far out can you stick your tongue? Not very far? I don't know, I've never really thought about it.

Do you like David Bowie? Yeah, he was pretty talented.

Would you eat a live cockroach if it made you a millionaire? NOPE.

Does it annoy you when you feel like people aren’t really listening? I mean, I'm guilty of not really listening to people so I'd be a bit hypocritical to get annoyed by it ha.

Are you the type who usually plays it safe? Yeah.

Do you want what you can’t have? Sure - a horse lol.

Ever been copied by somebody, clothing or style-wise? Yes.

Is there a point to clear nail varnish? I mean, I used to wear it to school because it was all that I could get away with.

What is the latest time you’ve ever woken up? 3pm.

Ever gotten into trouble over something you didn’t really do? Yes.

Are you currently ill? I have period pains/PMS but otherwise I'm fine.

Don’t you just hate being corrected? It depends on how it's being done.

Are there any really beautiful buildings close to where you live? No.

Natural or artificial? I mean, it depends what we're talking about. Not everything artificial is bad.

Who do you think about most? That depends on the day.

Do you have embarrasing parents? I don't find them embarrassing now I'm an adult but I definitely found my dad excruciatingly embarrassing as a teenager lol.

How often do you use the word “poltent”? I mean, that's not a word.

How’s your grandmother? They’re both dead.

What in your opinion is the most annoying noise in the world? Screaming kids or cutlery scraping on plates.

Are you any good at writing? Apparently so.

Can you speak any Spanish? I can speak a few basic words.

Do you like things from the ‘50s? I like some of the fashions and music, but that's about it.

Would you rather be skeletal or curvy? Curvy.

What’s your favourite type of cloud? Cumulus.

What’s something that really matters to you? Animal welfare.

Did that pass some time? Yeah.

#survey #surveys

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: Tell Me Where To Find Shelter -- Layers of Victor

Saw this meme going around the #fallout4 tag a while back (I believe I specifically ganked it from @radbeetle), and thought it might be fun to do for my Sole Survivor!Victor. And my Malkavian!Alice, but let’s start with SS!Victor. XD

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

- Name: Victor Fitzwilliam Van Dort

- Eye Color: Very dark brown – it can be very hard to tell the difference between pupil and iris!

- Hair Style/Color: Black, generally combed back with two "tufts" of bangs falling over what little forehead he has

- Height: Six feet three inches (and thin as a rail)

- Clothing style: Relatively formal pre-War – he grew up in a household that impressed upon him that you wore ties and suits whenever you were in public, and often even in private. Post-War, he spends a lot of time switching between a pair of upgraded Vault suits from Vault 111 while looking for clothes that actually fit his lanky frame. He's a lot more casual in his style once he does – though he still likes a good sweater vest, and he keeps a few suits if he needs to look fancy.

- Best physical feature: Victor would personally say his hands – he's a pianist and a tinkerer, and he appreciates his long reach over a keyboard, along with his ability to finely handle delicate parts when upgrading or repairing things!

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

- Fears: Total darkness (as in you can't see ANYTHING – as long as there's some sort of light source, he can manage); blindness (related to previous); small enclosed spaces (being locked in a cryonic pod will do that to a guy); losing those he cares about again (he – has a lot of trauma from seeing Victoria shot, Shaun kidnapped, then trying to open Emily's pod after he finally got out, only to see her corpse half-rotted inside)

- Guilty pleasure: Pre-War, it would have been comics – he was always a little embarrassed about how much he continued to like the adventures of Grognak and the Unstoppables and whatnot after his teenage years (not helped by his mother sneering at the stories). Post-War, though, he ditches the "guilty" part – especially after meeting Kent Connolly and getting to play Silver Shroud. XD I'm not sure he has one post-War – he occasionally feels weird about how much he enjoys modifying his weapons and armor? But that's quite practical as well as pleasurable, so. . .

- Biggest pet peeve: Being rapidly promoted in organizations that he's only just joined (Preston, you're easily one of his best friends, but SERIOUSLY, dude, GENERAL?)

- Ambitions for the future: To continue keeping his little portion of the Commonwealth safe, and start training up someone with some more Charisma to be the General of the Minutemen once he retires (he's still not sure why people follow him when he's so socially awkward)

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

- First thoughts waking up: Depends on what wakes him up. If he's waking up on his own, it's generally a variation on "Breakfast? Where breakfast?" If someone else wakes him up, it's generally "Why are you shaking/licking me, I don't wanna get up yet." And if it's combat nearby, it's generally "SHIT WHERE'S MY GUN oh wait are they shooting at me still should find gun."

- What they think about most: All his various responsibilities – finding his son, acting as General of the Minutemen, working with the Railroad, helping the people on the settlements, wondering what the hell is going to happen between him and the Brotherhood of Steel, or him and the Institute. . .it doesn't do much for his anxiety, is what I'm saying.

- What they think about before bed: If he's not exhausted enough just to collapse onto the nearest sleeping surface, then probably what I mentioned above. He's probably up late trying to plan routes to help settlements that have called for assistance and follow leads on the Institute and whatnot.

- What they think their best quality is: Victor would consider it his willingness to be helpful whenever possible. He generally enjoys helping people, and it makes him feel better in general to help improve the Commonwealth in some small way. (Not to mention, him helping out personally with the problems of a lot of the families/communities in the Commonwealth has earned him a lot of friends for his Minutemen! A General so hands-on seems to impress people.)

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

- Single or group dates: . . .this gets a little harder to answer when he was in a polyamorous relationship pre-War, you know. XD But yeah, Victor prefers one-on-one, or one-on-two in the case of Victoria and Emily. A group date puts the pressure on him to perform like the perfect boyfriend/husband, and he doesn't need the extra stress. Maybe he'd be okay with a double date if it was with some very close friends.

- To be loved or respected: Victor would rather be loved, or at least liked – though part of that is low self-esteem telling him people aren't going to respect him. (Or like him, for that matter.) It's what informs his desire to help people, at least in part.

- Beauty or brains: While Victor isn't immune to a nice face or body, he really likes having someone he can talk to about stuff. Sharing interests is fun, and he appreciates someone who will at least try to keep up with his nattering on about butterflies and robots and whatnot.

- Dogs or cats: Dogs! Victor gets along decently with cats, but he is first and foremost a dog person. He had a dog named Scraps when he was a child, and he, Victoria, and Emily were making plans to adopt one before the bombs fell. Meeting Dogmeat at the Red Rocket really helped pull him out of his post-War "almost everything I knew is gone and I'm a stranger in my own state" funk.

LAYER FIVE: DO THEY?

- Lie: Yup. Victor will tell the usual social "white lies" (even if he's not very good at them), and he's done bigger lies in the past – like not telling his parents that Emily was more than their "roommate." (Of course, that was done not to have a family blowout about him and his wife having a girlfriend.)

- Believe in themselves: Not usually – as stated, Victor has pretty low self-esteem, thanks mostly to growing up with a mother who was criticizing him and everything he was when she wasn't absent doing social climbing stuff. It's hard for him to think of himself as being someone who has worth, sadly. He gets better when he starts seeing more results of his actions in helping the Minutemen and the Railroad, and realizes he's genuinely making a difference for people.

- Believe in love: Yes – his relationship with Victoria and Emily was one of the high points of his pre-War life. He was utterly heartbroken when Victoria was shot, and Emily later died due to the life support to the other pods being cut off. But then later he meets Alice, and. . .well, it takes some time, but he manages to come around to loving and being loved again.

- Want someone: Pre-War, not really – he was in a happy threesome and wasn't currently looking to expand. Post-War, most of his life precludes wanting anyone – though he does develop a bit of a crush on Piper as time goes on. And then, of course, he meets Alice, and eventually ends up wanting her. . . (Yes, in-game I intend for him to romance Piper – and there's a chance in the AU he, Piper, and Alice would end up in a poly situation. We'll see where this goes!)

LAYER SIX: EVER?

- Been on stage: Pre-War, never officially – Nell had him play piano at some of her parties (which was always stressful, as he felt all her guests were either judging him or just hated him for being related to her), but that was as far as performing got. He of course had the speech he was asked to do that he was practicing the day the bombs dropped, but – well, the bombs dropped. Post-War – he probably will have to give some inspirational speeches to his Minutemen troops, which he will somehow get through and then go have a little quiet panic attack somewhere.

- Done chems/drugs: . . .I have occasionally toyed with the headcanon that Victor was unwillingly dosed with Psycho, or a drug like it, back in his Army days and has been haunted by the experience ever since. But other than that, not the hard stuff – Victor doesn't even smoke (he tried once – after nearly coughing up a lung, he refused to ever try again) and he tends not to drink (he's tried that too, and discovered he's an embarrassingly chatty drunk, so he doesn't typically indulge). He will, of course, take Rad-X and Rad-Away, because those are freaking necessary to survive in parts of the Wasteland.

- Changed who you were to fit in: Occasionally attempted, never stuck. He's not good at keeping up a facade. One of his most embarrassing memories is trying to ask a girl to dance at a party his mother dragged him to when he was about 16, imitating the more popular "jock"-kinda guys, and getting laughed at so much he retreated to the buffet for the rest of the night.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

- Favorite color: Blue

- Favorite animal: Dogs, butterflies

- Favorite movie: Victor will confess to a love for schlocky monster movies, so he was quite enamored of Night of the Fish Men's Revenge when it came out (he's quite excited when he sees it in the projector in Eden Meadows Cinema, and quite sad that he can only get it to play the title screen). He also enjoyed Another Day In the Monster Factory for much the same reasons.

- Favorite game: With his affinity for comic books and a secret love of roleplaying (which becomes not-so-secret once he starts Silver Shrouding), Grognak & The Ruby Ruins quite appeals to him. He likes that it has some replay value too, with changing up your party and whatnot. The action of Pipfall appeals to him too, though that time limit can be stressful!

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

- DOB: June 9th, 2050 (he was 27 and a few months when the bombs dropped)

- Day of their next birthday, they will be: His next birthday according to the game would be June 9th, 2088 – he'd be 238 in terms of time passed, 28 in terms of biology

- Age they lost their virginity: Twenty – Victor had been yanked by the Army into Canada to help with the Sino-American war shortly after graduating high school, but got some leave around his twentieth birthday to go home. He immediately caught back up with his high school sweethearts, Victoria and Emily, and ended up doing the deed with Victoria. They managed to keep it a secret from their conservative parents, fortunately.

- Does age matter: In general? Victor is willing to listen to advice from those older than he is, certainly – though he tends to take it with a grain of salt depending on their obvious biases. In a relationship? Unless one of the parties is a minor, Victor won't get involved, though bigger gaps will probably make him wonder what exactly they see in each other. (He allows this is hypocritical of him to a degree, as Alice is much older than him even taking into account the freezing – but on the flip side, she was Embraced at 20, he was frozen at 27. . .)

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

- Best personality: Victor likes people who are sweet and kind, but have a tougher or sassier side to them as well. Victoria leaned mostly toward the "sweet" side, but was also pretty determined when it came to getting what she wanted from him; Emily was cheerful and enthusiastic, but if you angered her – wooo boy; Alice of course is snark incarnate, but is kind to people and generally likes helping others. Even Piper is one of the kinder companions, but doesn't shy away from sarcastic comments.

- Best eye color: Well, Victoria and Emily both had blue eyes (of differing shades), and Alice's green eyes were one of the first things that struck Victor about her, sooo. . .blue or green!

- Best hair color: I'm not sure Victor has a preference here – Victoria was a super-light brown, almost gray; Emily was a blonde; Alice has dark hair that looks black or brown depending on the light/how well cared for it is (and she says her hair was almost red when she was a kid!); Piper has dark brown/black hair. I guess pre-War he went for lighter; post-War he goes for darker?

- Best thing to do with a partner: Victor likes finding some sort of creative interest they can share, or at least do at the same time. He would sit in the living room and draw while Victoria embroidered in the afternoons; and he and Emily both played piano, so they'd often have little duets. With Alice, he probably ends up illustrating some of the stories she tells – maybe eventually they throw together a book of sorts, with Piper's help!

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

- I love: Alice! And the rest of my friends too, of course.

- I feel: completely out of my depth, most of the time.

- I hide: how anxious all of this makes me – not sure how well I'm succeeding, but. . .

- I miss: the life I had before, in Sanctuary.

- I wish: that Victoria and Emily hadn't – that t-they were still here to meet the friends I've made.

#tell me where to find shelter #layers meme #sole survivor Victor #I did alter the wording of a question or two #to make them more comprehensible #I'm not sure what the original wording of the 'date of their next birthday you will be' was going for #but yeah I liked doing this #I'm not sure about the Psycho thing #especially since I have Victor has a field mechanic during his time in the Army #but on the other hand this is the Fallout verse #we know the government was pulling some shit #the movies I grabbed from the Fallout Wiki looking for in-universe entertainment #'Night of the Fish Men's Revenge' is one of the movies 'playing' at the theater in Far Harbor #and 'Another Day in the Monster Factory' shows up in poster form #it's apparently an inside joke for the character creators at Bethesda? #I mean I know who I thought of when I saw that #Final Pam approves? #queued

[willowfolksong]

I'm not the original requester but the bonten x model reader headcanons were divine✨😩

So I'll take you up on the offer instead and very kindly request the same prompt for the missing tenjiku members! If you'd like to of course <3

Have a great day and don't forget to drink water xx

The Tenjiku guys dating a model

- Tenjiku x Reader

- NSFW (minors dni)

a/n: hiiiiii anon!!! Thank you so much for your words 🥺✨ I'm extremely happy to comply, and so here's part two with the Tenjiku boys. I hope you enjoy and always let me know what you think! Have a day as beautiful as you and always take the rest you deserve ✨❤

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

[The Bonten guys dating a model]

Izana Kurokawa

💎 Your manager recommends you to keep your relationship with Izana under the radar, reasoning that the least you need is to be associated with the leader of a criminal organization. However, Izana is not having any of that.

💎 He's possessive to a sick degree, always carefully following your every move. Soon you have one of his men as a body guard, and there always seems to be people from Tenjiku around. No one ever directly addresses the issue, but soon magazines and other media start to link you with the famous criminal boss.

💎He hates every interview, every show go, every photoshoot. You're for his eyes only. He owns you, since the first time your eyes met across the club.

💎When you two are along, you never know what to expect. It can be a sweet, gentle loving Izana that worships your body and makes sure you're completely spent by the time the next day comes. He'll make the room your little sanctuary, making love to you slowly, only to hug you after, burying his face in your chest, asking you to hold him. In those rare moments, he'll tell you stories about his siblings, about his childhood and his dreams of one day, maybe, having a family of his own— while his eyes bore into yours with an intensity that makes you believe he would leave everything behind to start a new future with you, if only you asked him to.

💎But the rest of the time, he's ruthless. Pining you to the bed, ass up and nothing but the stinging feeling of his hand on your butt. Izana loves to mark you.

"Izana, please..." you sob, burying your face on the sheets as your boyfriend fucks you violently from behind.

You ache for relief, after all the times he has left you hanging.

But he does it again, stopping all together and pushing his sweaty hair away from his face. You can't see the manic look on his eyes, nor the way he leans over you, his lips so close to your ear.

You can only feel.

"That's not how I told you to call me, whore" he says, and grabs your head to tilt it back with a groan "Try it again"

"Please..."

"You won't cum today, unless you do" he warns you, and his hips give an experimental roll that leaves you huffing, eyes rolling back.

"Please, sir"

Only then does Izana straightens his back, loosely grabbing your hips and licking his bottom lip.

"Now move your hips and make yourself cum on my cock"

Shion Madarame

💎 You meet him at a party in a club. You weren't looking for some fun, you were just there because it was one of your friend's from the agency's birthday. And so bored out of your mind, you lift your eyes and find his across the dancefloor.

💎 He ends up fucking you in the bathroom, your hips bouncing on his lap while he seats in one of the toilets, whispering dirty stuff in your ear.

💎You don't know how he manages to get your number after that— especially since you're a celebrity. But he does. And won't leave you alone until you two meet again.

💎 Your relationship is based on amazing sex, and the power he has to make you feel free. You spend your days being careful, smiling for the cameras and trying to be on your best behavior for your fans. With Shion, you can be anything you want.

💎 He loves dirty talking. Calling you a whore, taunting you, making you lose your composure. You've never had someone degrade you like that— and you love it. With him, you're not the perfect model that appears on magazines, you're nothing but his slut, one that would do anything and everything.

"There you go. Just like that...— fuck, you take my cock like you were meant for it" he groans, his hips moving in tandem with yours.

He has you doubled over the bathroom's counter, and you would smile at the fact that you two have history in places like that, if it wasn't because his cock inside you doesn't lets you think clearly.

"I was made for your cock" you answer instead, moaning loudly, as his fingers dig on the skin of your hips, where there's a little hidden tattoo of a lion he convinced you to have, so you could match.

He laughs, and his eyes find yours in the mirror "Moaning like that... do you want people to hear us?" he asks, and leans forward to grab your chin on his hand, his eyes never leaving yours "Is that what you want? For everyone in the party to hear how I fuck your brains out in the bathroom?"

"Yes!" you scream, and he bites behind your ear. Hard "That's what I want!"

His smirk promises he'll have you moaning even louder sooner.

Yasuhiro Muto

💎 He treats you like a queen from the moment you two meet, and you sometimes even forget you're dealing with an actual criminal.

💎 You feel safe, and protected, and arriving to every place with his arm around your waist is always the best feeling.

💎 He loves to watch you, to see you model and dressed on pretty clothes. And one day, he confesses to you in bed that he always found you incredibly beautiful.

💎When you finally convince him to go with you to a photoshoot, he spends the whole two hours staring straight at you, eyes never leaving your face. Yasuhiro doesn't moves from his spot on the couch by the corner, and his eyes bore into yours every time you turn around and smile for the picture— but in reality is just for him. Cigarette hanging from his mouth, his arms on the back of the couch, you can only think about crawling to his lap.

💎He makes love to you slowly, and passionate, making sure to tend to all your needs. His favorite thing in he world is having you between his legs, sucking him off, while he promises to take care of you right after.

"Right there, good girl" he praises you, grabbing the back of your neck in one hand and pushing you closer to the base of his cock. You look at him, teary eyed and flushed all the way down to your niples, and he sighs contentedly, leaning his back against the chair "You always suck me off so good. Just there, just— yeah... suck on the tip"

When you do, putting all your effort into it, he groans and hosts you up, sitting you on his lap.

"What's wrong?" you ask him, and he traces your bottom lip with his finger before sliding his other hand down to play with your nipples.

"Is my turn to take care of you now"

Kisaki Tetta

💎You're not sure if Kisaki is even capable of actually loving someone, but you just can't stay away from him.

💎 He pulls you, draws you towards him with his words and his charm. He always seems to know what you want to hear, and when.

💎You don't know about love, but you're sure that he has developed a slight obsession with you.

💎 He tries to keep you away from your friends the most, and he dislikes when you go to other celebrities parties and events. You have a feeling that deep down he's incredibly insecure, borderline neurotic, because he wants to be the only one you pay attention to.

💎 He never denies disliking what you do, always finding time to tell you how much he hates that you're in every billboard around the city, while he's buried deep inside you.

"Do you like that?" he asks you, even when you can't answer with his hand covering your mouth. "Do you like being up there, for everyone to see it? Do you get off on that?" you're going to shake your head no, but then his hips are moving faster against yours, and your eyes roll to the back of your head in ecstasy. "One day...— fuck... one day I'm going to make sure they all se who's the one you come back every night"

Hajime Kokonoi

💎Hajime is incredibly reluctant to get involved with you at first, because of his past and everything that happened with Akane.

💎 You still manage to crawl inside his chest and stay there, and when he finds himself looking for any picture he can of yours in magazines he doesn't even reads, or watching shows he wouldn't before just to see if you're on them, he knows he's a goner.

💎 His attentions start slow, measured and content. He tries to think about you the less possible, only calling to see you when he just cant stand being apart from you any longer.

💎However, that soon changes. When he falls, he falls hard, and is sudenly faced with the terrible feeling that he could lose you at any moment— celebrities having such a high exposure life.

💎 He won't let that happen to you. He won't lose the love of his life again, and so he makes his personal goal to always keep you safe.

"I won't lose you" he whispers in your ear, once you're asleep in his arms after an intense lovemaking session "I won't lose you. Not you. That won't happen again. You're never leaving my side"

Shuji Hanma

💎You're the only thing he doesn't thinks he could get bored of.

💎 He yearns for you in a way he never did for anyone, and it doesn't help the fact that he can see your face everywhere: every poster, every magazine, every billboard on the street.

💎 And so he's usually pleasuring himself, a crumpled picture of you modeling some pretty clothes in his free hand, because the urge can become just too much, and he just can't wait enough to see you.

💎 He fucks you at a frenzy, wild rhythm that always leaves you exhausted and sore all over. And you know he's especially enthusiastic after a fight, when he comes to you covered in blood and his eyes are full of fire. Those are the times where he takes you the hardest, your loud moans only music to his ears.

💎And then always after, he falls into your arms with ease, content with closing his eyes and basking in the smell of your hair.

"I want to stay in this bed forever" he tells you, and you smile and pet his hair.

"Really?"

"I have you here. I can fuck you whenever I want. What more do I even want? We just need someone to do stuff for us. Bring food an stuff"

You silence him with a kiss, and soon he's pining you on the bed again.

#izana kurokawa x reader #shion madarame x reader #yasuhiro muto x reader #kisaki tetta x reader #hajime kokonoi x reader #shuji hanma x reader #izana kurokawa #shion madarame #kisaki tetta #hajime kokonoi #shuji hanma #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev imagine #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x you #tenjiku x reader #tenjiku

[sublimecatgalaxy]

'Sober' Doesn't Equal Sobriety

Pairing: Rue Bennett (Euphoria) x Reader

Song: "Cancer' by Twenty One Pilots

Warnings: Heavy mentions of drugs and drug use.

A/n: This is based off an anon request: "hi do u think you could write about rue stopping by the readers house while she’s on the run and she’s just super hysterical and scared about her mom taking her back to rehab and the reader just holds her and reassures her." It was originally for her and her s/o but I needed angst with a happy ending lol.

Rue would always be my person.

No matter what she said, no matter what words she hissed. I would always love her and I would always take care of her. That might sound weird, I know. Not every ex-girlfriend could be so gracious, especially to someone who had hurt them ten times over and even had moved on herself.

But that's what you do when you love someone, right? Stick by them through thick and thin? Because you don't deserve someone at their best if you haven't been with them through their lowest. And I was always there, maybe from a distance, but if there was one thing that Rue knew, she knew that she could count on me.

Maybe it led to me getting taken advantage of, sure. Her incessant drug use making her a manipulator, a master one at that. But there was only so much I could do. I knew that she wasn't going to change how she acted or what she said, so I had to be the one to change.

The one to leave.

Our breakup hit me hard, harder than it hurt her in the moment. She was too stoned on god-knows-what to even know what was going on. The next day when she finally realized, I had gotten the message loud and clear that she hated me when I realized she had blocked me on everything known to man. Before we dated we were friends, so it was a relationship and a friendship that, just, vanished.

We didn't talk for months, New Years passed, Valentines Day passed, she didn't attend Maddy's birthday party. And it was safe to say that I was worried about her.

But that worry only grew. Especially when I got the message from Elliot about the intervention. And then the message from her mom about how Rue jumped out of the moving car, running down the road. And how she escaped from the second intervention at the Howard's.

I know that with all that's happened, with all that I've witnessed, she didn't deserve pity. She had put herself in this position, she had to deal with the consequences. She had to hit rock bottom.

But now, as I stare outside the door, Rue's teary eyes meeting mine through the glass, I couldn't not take her in.

"I-I just went everywhere else and Fez kicked me out and you have no idea all the shit that's happened today." She cries, her hand resting on the glass as she begs for me to let her in. I tilt my head sadly at her, the tears streaming down her face making my heart swell. "I know that I've been mean, that you hate me, but please, just let me stay here for the night." She pleads, my eyes flickering to the door handle as I unlock it. She stumbles in immediately, hugging her body as she groans in pain. Withdrawl?

"You can stay however long you need." I whisper, watching as she shuts the door with a shuttered sigh. Her eyes find mine in the dark room, her bottom lip jutting out as it wobbles. "But you have to compromise." I point at her, her head bobbing in a nod quickly as I sigh. "I'm texting your mom that you're safe and that you're here. And that you won't be doing any drugs under my roof." I shrug, her face falling at the mention of her mother. She didn't know that I already knew of the events of the last day. That she couldn't manipulate and guilt trip me. Damn, I just know how to pick them don't I?

"Deal." She whispers, her shoes slipping off her feet as she hobbles up to me, a small pout on her lips. "I missed you." She mutters, a small scoff leaving my lips as I turn on my heels.

"I'd miss me too." I shrug, hearing her follow me up the stairs as I think about what this could possibly mean. This meant that she was definitely done with Jules, the blonde's confession to Rue's mom being the ultimate end of their relationship.

Stepping into my room, I throw myself back onto the bed as Rue looks around, her eyes dancing over the things that have changed since we've split. She smiles at the photo of us on my dresser, her fingers dancing over it as she sniffles.

"I'm sorry to do this to you." She whispers, her arms falling limp by her side as her head hangs. "I know that you wanted to be done with me and everything. You were the last person I wanted to bother with this fucked up shit." She huffs, turning on her heel to face me as I frown, tilting my head at her. "I don't want to be sober." She admits, but I was already well aware of this. I could tell by how she was looking at my bathroom door, wanting to rummage through the cabinets like she used to.

She makes her way up to the bed, sitting down next to me as she shivers. I pause, my hands shaking in my lap as I turn, reaching out to pull her into my arms. She lets out a quiet sob, her chest deflating as she clings onto me.

"I just wanted to be here with you, and stay here, and not go back to rehab. Please, god, don't make me go back. I just wanna be here." She tucks her knees to her chest as she bruises her face into my hair, her fingers gripping my sides as I gently shush her.

"No one's taking you anywhere Rue. Not now. Nothing is happening right now. Just take a breath and be where you are." I whisper, my fingers gently running through her hair as she nods, the sounds of her sobs filling my once quiet room. "I don't care if you have to stay here for months. I'll talk to your mom and we'll figure something out. But you're not doing drugs, Rue. Just be with me, take a breather. We'll figure it out, we always do." I repeat, her head nodding with every word I say. "You know I'd do anything for you." I whisper, my lips pressing against her forehead as I rock her back and forth.

"Thank you for loving me." She whispers, her sobs diminishing to quiet whimpers as she sniffles. "I'll try to do better. I just need a break." She explains, my head nodding as I understand exactly what she means.

"Then you're on a break. You're safe." I add, her head pulling back to look up at me as I smile softly to her. "Let's go to sleep, huh?" I offer, her head bobbing in a gentle nod as she wipes her drying tears.

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[dragonsareourfuture]

Hii. I love your work. I was wondering if you'd be interested in a story/hc where L likes Y/N and tries to comfort them after a breakup? (With a guy who's like L in fact, in a lot of ways, but who was cruel and very selfish and manipulative. Lol. I understand L is manipulative too, but I like to think he could be less of he tried/wasn't about a case) (It can go however you like) thank you!! Thank you so much!!

Hi there! I actually got a request similar to this over dms and I’m not sure if this is the same person but either way I decided to combine the two! Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY L!!! I desperately wanted to get this out in time for this, I've had it in my drafts waiting to be edited I'm so sorry-

L Comforting You After A Breakup

You’re hanging on by a thread.

L has asked you if you can help out around the headquarters, as everyone is too busy with piles and piles of grueling paperwork to so much as get up to fetch a glass of water. That’s where you come in.

So, you’re trying not to cry while you bustle around, heading to the kitchen and back, the filing cabinet and back, the closet and back and then back to the kitchen when—

A loud crash echoes through the main room.

A glass of water Aizawa had asked for had just slipped from your hand, shattering all around your feet.

Everyone jumps up from their desks, telling you not to move or you’ll slip and shouting questions like “are you okay?” And “what happened?” But you can barely hear them through the ringing in your ears.

This small inconvenience, this simple accident, ends up being the thing that jerks the tears from your eyes.

You watch through blurry eyes as the worried expressions all directed at you turn, oh look at that, even more worried. Some look intent on giving you space, like Mogi who stays at his desk, but others rush up to help direct you away from the shattered glass without slipping on the spilled water.

Matsuda is worried sick, asking you what’s wrong and if you cut yourself on accident. He doesn’t know why else you’d be crying…

Chief Yagami, however, seems to understand that there is something else going on, something unrelated. He snaps at Matsuda to leave you be, that you’re clearly overwhelmed. The older man guides you over to an empty desk, originally belonging to Light who happens to be on a mandatory date with Misa at the moment. The desk in question is right next to L.

Throughout everything L has been mostly quiet. Either he wasn’t as concerned as the others were or he simply knows how to stay calm. You’re leaning more towards the latter because, even if he hasn’t said a word yet, he’s been peering over his shoulder, observing the scene with big, curious eyes.

Those eyes blink and flutter back to his screen when you make eye contact.

Soichiro pats your shoulder and goes to help clean up along with the others, leaving you and L alone.

It takes a while, but eventually L’s typing ceases and he mumbles out a seemingly uninterested “Are you okay?”

You merely hum. It’s hard to give an answer when the apathetic nature in which L inquired reminds you too much of the very person you’re crying over.

The reminder only makes you choke out a sob.

L’s hand twitches on his keyboard.

Your ex used to do the same when they were annoyed with you — showing subtle signs of irritation which you eventually learned to pick up on and stop whatever action caused such a reaction. If you didn’t they’d be angry with you. They’d give you the silent treatment.

But what is lost on you is the fact that L’s bony fingers are not twitching due to irritation. He is instead going back and forth on whether or not to pat you on the shoulder as Chief Yagami had done. It seemed to comfort you. He wants to try it, but he doesn’t think his delivery would be as warm and comforting as Soichiro’s. His would most likely seem awkward. Strained. Forced. He chooses to simply keep typing.

He lets you cry silently next to him for a while but after everyone has cleaned up the mess and gotten back to work and still he can see your shoulders bouncing…he’s had it.

L stands abruptly and leaves without a word.

Great, you think, not only have you broken up with your now ex, but the only other person you enjoy talking to is annoyed with you.

At least, that’s what you are led to believe.

You begin to second guess yourself when L returns, but now with a blanket that he’s unfurling from its neat fold.

“Here,” he says, draping the blanket over your shoulders. “I’m not exactly sure what to do to help, but…I hope this is worth something at least.”

Your fingers grab at the corners of the blanket, pulling it closer to you. L’s heart lifts at the sight.

“It is…thank you. Really.”

L nods and sits back down.

Somehow you feel…cozier. The silence between the two of you is not unpleasant anymore. There seems to be a mutual understanding in it now — you need time to calm down, and L is not quite sure how to comfort you, but he will be there if you need him.

It’s honestly quite telling. Yes, L and your ex have a few similarities. They both have a tendency to appear cold and distant on the outside. In your Ex’s case, they are the same inside. They do not care how their actions hurt you and only recently it became clear to you that they never did. L, on the other hand, differs in one very important way — he simply does care. He doesn’t know how to show that through actions or social cues, but you can’t even think to critique that aspect of him when he’s trying for you.

L has Watari make you a cup of tea when your hands have stopped shaking. It seems to heal the pain in your throat as soon as the first sip goes down.

Slowly but surely, you’re better. Not cured, but better.

L refuses to let you continue with your errand running. You’re grateful for the break. You decide to show your gratitude by scooching your chair closer to his and resting your head gently on his shoulder.

You feel him go rigid, and decide to lift your head up before you make him uncomfortable.

“Is this okay?” You ask, looking him in the eyes now.

“…yes, I…I find that acceptable. Go ahead.”

You do, settling in with your head pressed against L’s shoulder while the blanket is pulled tightly around you.

“Thank you…for the blanket and…for this. You’re really thoughtful, y’know?”

“Well…I’m just doing what any friend would do.”

No one’s ever called him thoughtful before. It’s a bit of a whirlwind, to be honest.

But it’s a nice one.

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[heyyyharry]

Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

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Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

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“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

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[thefanficmonster]

I officially turned 20 today TTuTT

This bish is not ready to leave the teen stage

May I ask for a Karl Heisenberg headcanons where Ethan catches him saying Happy Birthday and I miss you to a tombstone? Angst as a birthday gift because why the hell not?😂

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLEN!!!!

Wish you all the best, my darling! I hope you're the happiest you've ever been in the new decade of your life and I hope it only keeps getting better! Please call and tell me how the twenties are cause I'm only three years away from entering them myself and it's safe to say I'm scared😅 But I'm sure you'll crush it tho!

Ahh that birthday angst just hit different, I get you. Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Reader (Gender Neutral - They/them pronouns used) ft. Ethan Winters [Resident Evil Village]

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Grief, Losing a loved one, Guilt, Self-loathing, SPOILERS for Resident Evil Village, Swearing

Genre: Angst with minor Comfort (platonic? if you can call Karl and Ethan friends at this point in the story)

- Ethan was far from physically ready to square up with the final Lord of this village before having to face the leader of this ordeal

- However, his anger kept him going, helping him each step of the way to the Heisenberg factory as the sun danced low in the sky, probably showing up for the first time he's been here without hinderance of any clouds

- The field in the outskirts is probably the calmest setting the outsider has come across during the whole duration of his visit thus far

- Even the factory, had he not known who resided in it, would've looked ominously peaceful to him

- He's too lost in this idyllic setting, hoping to memorize it properly since it might be the last time he's looking at it, to notice the sight some ways away from him and the factory itself

- When Ethan's eyes finally land on it though, his stomach drops

- The first thing he notices is the messy haired man sitting in the grass with his hat off and by his side, his sunglasses hooked onto the collar of his shirt

- The second is the gravestone next to him

- This is far from what Ethan had expected running into Heisenberg again would be like

- He imagined high stakes and his life on a dangerously thin line, hanging by a thread, if you will

- But as he got closer and the Lord's voice was within earshot, he could hear the tremble in his voice and the honesty in the words he spoke

- And the words themselves...

- "Happy birthday, my love. Once again, I apologize for the lack of a gift this year, but I hope you don't hold it against me. That bitch Miranda has me on this...I don't even know what to call it. But I'm a part of it, I'm an addition to her scheme, I have to play by the rules if I wanna get to my goal, you know. I'll make sure you'll be avenged, love. Maybe not today, but whenever it comes to happen, consider it a late birthday present. Your death won't be in vain."

- Ethan's legs stop carrying him halfway through the monologue, leaving him unsure of what his next move should be

- He was questioning his morals for all the eavesdropping when he is quickly snapped out of it

- "I know you're there, Winters. You're not exactly a ninja."

- Oh, for fuck's sake, Ethan thinks to himself

- "Come sit down, if that's all you wanna do. If you wanna square up, circle back in an hour. I'd like to be with them for a little longer." Karl tells him, never taking his eyes off the gravestone

- Ethan reads the name Y/N L/N on it, the person's date of birth and death, all in a handwriting that makes it blatantly obvious it was a handcrafted headstone

- "I was originally gonna fight you....but I think we could both use a breather." Ethan sighs and follows the given instruction, sitting down next to his foe

- A long few moments of silence ensue with Ethan trying his best to figure out how to ask Karl about the person whose grave this is and how to attempt to comfort him

- After all, he too recently lost the love of his life, too recently even

- But, luckily for him, Heisenberg doesn't wait to be asked

- "It's my fault they're dead. I never should've left them alone in the factory. I never should've gone to see that fucking witch. She killed the only person I ever cared about....Y/N. They didn't deserve this. They didn't deserve Miranda's wrath which was a result of my own disrespect towards her. She took it out the way she knew it'd hurt me most - by hurting Y/N. She snuck her way into the factory and wreaked havoc. It....it caused an explosion and....."

- He couldn't finish his sentence, he couldn't bring himself to relive the moment he found the factory in shambles, his heart sinking so low it felt like it had stopped beating altogether

- Thankfully, he didn't need to

- "I should've been the one to die. I should've protected them...."

- "You should've killed that bitch already."

- The statement caught Heisenberg off-guard enough to have him look at the blond man this time around

- "I heard you say you'd avenge their death and I gotta ask, why not today? Better now than ever later. Y/N's counting on you, Heisenberg, make their faith in you count. You'll have my help throughout all of it."

- The man was flabbergasted, and it's a rare occurrence for him to even get confused let alone shocked, especially as much as he is right now

- "Why?" The one syllable word, spoken in a tone barely above a whisper is the most Karl can get out at this moment

- Ethan sighs yet again but this time it's to help him rid the sinking feeling crossing over into pain that's spreading through his chest, "She's taken enough from us both already. And I'm fucking done with letting her keep taking shit that ain't hers. You should be too."

- And Heisenberg certainly is

- His gaze travels back to Y/N's name which he flashes a smile at, "Looks like the present will arrive on time, dear. You got nothin' to worry about."

- Truth is, they never worried about anything when it came to Karl

- Y/N knew what they'd gotten themself into and they were prepared for the deep dive and were also prepared to drown in the shallow with him too

- So, it's safe to assume if their ghost is looking down at him, watching over him like an angel, they're not worrying to hard

- They know he's got this under control

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[riley-phoenix]

Pairing: Malia X Reader (gender not specified)

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: Fluff, crack fic

Author's Note: I actually wrote the original draft of this fic on Shelley Hennig's birthday!

Summary: after finding out she's never had a birthday party that she can remember, you and the rest of the pack throw Malia a surprise party, however things don't go as planned...

Malia rises from her seat in her living room to get drinks for the two of you when a stack of papers lying on the coffee table catches your eye, "Hey, Uhh, Malia? What's this?", You ask. "What's what?", She calls out from the kitchen. "This stack of papers in the living room", you respond. Malia's usual expressiveness fades as she returns to the room, two sodas in her hand. "Updated ID documents, the Sheriff said I'd need new ones after..."

Malia trails off, her words were left unsaid but it didn't take you long to figure out what they would have been. Malia had just been released from her "social rehabilitation" at Eichen House, and she'd been presumed dead for eight years prior.

"sorry", she says, shaking her head.

"it's okay, Malia, I shouldn't've Brought it up", you reply, "Did you atleast get a decent picture?, you're not always the most photogenic person", you ask jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

"I think I did okay, take a look for yourself", Malia says, now smiling.

You flip through the pages of a neatly organised binder to find Malia's ID Photograph.

"As always, you look adorable", you say affectionately

Malia laughs softly as she hops onto the couch to sit next to you, "you're just flattering me"

"Holy Shit!", You exclaim

"Ok, you don't have to flatter me that much".

"Wh- No, not that, Malia, your date of birth, it's November 28th, that's tomorrow...Did you not know?"

"Of course I knew, it's just... I spent half My life as an animal in the woods, *your name*, I don't even have a birthday party I can remember; I just figured..."

"...Why start now?".

"Exactly", She says, sorrowfully. Malia lays her drink on the coffee table before leaning into you, "I'm just not sure I'm in the right place to celebrate anything right now".

You lay a caring hand on her shoulder as you gently stroke the fringe of her hair, "Ok, Malia... I get it", you say as you plant a kiss on her forehead

You pondered over Malia's decision not to celebrate her birthday, and as much as you respected your girlfriend's decisions, you found yourself, for the very first time, unable to support them. As Malia worked on her final term project for the year, you met with the rest of the pack to plan her surprise party.

"Ok, Scott, Lydia, you're handling decorations. Derek, Food. Stiles you're on presents duty, and Kira, you need to get a cake."

"What about you?", Lydia asks pointedly.

"Malia might suspect a surprise party because we talked about it yesterday, so, tomorrow I'm gonna pick her up, drive her out to the park and buy her a cupcake to throw her off and make her think that that's all I'm doing. That should give you guys enough time to set up at my house which is where we'll meet up".

Kira rises from her seat and grabs her jacket, "Well, I should probably get the order for the cake in".

Subsequently, the rest of the pack follows suit. "We should all get going if we want to be ready with this tomorrow", Scott says as he leaves.

As night falls, and you tuck yourself in your blanket, you lay your weary head to rest on your pillow and think about the day to come. As the 28th of November approaches, it seems as though time started to pass slower and slower, proportionate to your heart which indefinitely, was beating faster and faster. This was the physical manifestation of your emotions, albeit mixed, you felt surges of stress, anxiety, and determination; all of which were fixated on one thing, tomorrow needed to be perfect.

The next day you waited patiently in Malia's living room for her return when the sound of a swinging door alerts you. Malia walks into the kitchen expecting the house to be empty, when a pair of hands suddenly wrap around her head from behind, covering her eyes.

"Guess who", you whisper into her ear

"Hmm, Obama?", She says inquisitively

You furrow your brow and spin her around to face you, "Wait, why would you--", you interrupt yourself and make an overdramatic gasp before continuing, "You're cheating on me with Obama, aren't you?", You say sarcastically.

She places her hand on her chest and does her signature soap opera impersonation, "No, *your name*, I can explain!", She says jokingly. You pull her closer and the two of you stare longingly into each other's eyes; before bursting out laughing uncontrollably. "We should join drama club", you say, with a large smile on your face. "Hell no, we suck", she replies, as she leans her forehead on yours.

"So, I sorta came by here today..." You start off before being interrupted

"*your name*, if this is about my birthday...I'm still not sure if I'm ready to celebrate it. It could take me a few years before I feel secure enough".

"I know, It's fine, I just want to take my girlfriend out for a drive, that's it."

Malia struggles to answer you, and you make out a look of uncertainty across her face.

"Ok, how about this. You let me take you for a drive, and if you actually cheat on me with Obama, I won't be mad", you say playfully.

The seriousness on Malia's face slowly fades away and turns into a soft laugh, "Ok", she says, as her usual, expressive smile returns to her face.

She walks slightly ahead of you as you head to the car. "Hey, you wouldn't actually cheat on me with Obama, right?", You ask with a slight chuckle.

Malia doesn't answer, instead she just shoots you a sly smile.

"...Malia?", You ask in a slightly worried tone before getting into the car.

20 minutes later, at the park, you place a cupcake with a candle on it infront of her and place your hands on her shoulders. "Look, I know you didn't want to celebrate, but I had to do something for your birthday".

Malia chuckles, "thanks, *your name* , you didn't have to".

You spend some time together at the park. Taking pictures, talking, and eventually, when you're convinced Malia thinks this is all that you're doing today, you head home to the real party.

As you pull the car into the cement path, you step out cautiously, surveying the area to figure out where the pack set up the party, "Hey, um, could you just wait out here for a sec... I needa check on something".

You rush in through the back door and find the rest of the pack gathered in the living room. The first thing that catches your eye is the absurd array of blue and pink decorations littered around the room in an improvised set-up.

"Wh--What the hell is this theme!?", You exclaim, taking in the confusing clash of colours.

"Disney princesses...", Lydia responds.

"...and Star Wars", Scott adds.

"WHY!?", You ask, raising your voice.

Lydia steps forward, "Well, I suggested Disney princesses and Scott suggested Star Wars and then we agreed Someone has to give their idea up... And there seems to have been a miscommunication because; neither of us did".

You begin to yell at them before something else catches your eye, "HOW COULD YOU NOT-- is that... Is that a DEER!?".

Derek turns to face you with a nervous Expression, "Well, I was going to get the food and snacks; but I hit a deer".

Kira steps forward shyly, "We had to call Deaton in to do a check-up".

You place your hand on your chest in relief. "Oh. God, so the deer's fine then?"

"Hm?, Oh, no the deer died", Stiles replies.

You place your hands on your head in shock, almost pulling out some of your hair, "Fine... We'll cut the cake and open presents now, and get the food and fix the decorations later".

"Well, actually...", Kira starts nervously.

"Oh crap.", You say under your breath.

Kira continues, "I told them to put "Happy Birthday" and "17" and to write something funny on the cake and I sent them a drawing of a coyote's head I found to print on it... but something went wrong and the picture got blurred and only half of it was printed ... And... Umm... Well go see for yourself". Kira points to the box

"It can't be that bad", you say as you lift the top of the box to reveal the contents. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you see the misprinted cake.

"You're right, *your name*, it's not that bad...", Kira says with a nervous smile

"IT SAYS "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, 70, YOU'RE A MILF", AND THE MISPRINTED COYOTE LOOKS LIKE A PENIS". You exclaim.

"...Half a penis", Stiles corrects.

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BETTER", You yell, before turning back to the cake.

"Hey, "You're a MILF", is actually kinda funny", Stiles says reassuringly.

"IT'S FUNNY IF THE PERSON IS ACTUALLY 70, IF THEY'RE 17 YOU'RE CALLING THEM OLD".

Once again, you turn to the defective cake, "How did that even happen?".

Stiles stutters, "Well, I think the lady who took the order heard "70" instead of "17" and that's why she wrote you're a MILF and as for the penis thing, the coyote's snout is kinda long, so I gu--". Kira interrupts Stiles mid-sentence and pulls him away, "You're not helping", she scolds.

You close the box and lie down, your face buried in your hands. "And I guess we don't have presents either?"

Stiles steps forward again, "Yeah with all the chaos that was going on they needed help trying to fix... Everything... But hey! Look at it like this, since I didn't get the presents in the first place I couldn't screw it up!".

Your eye twitches and your neck pulses as you look up, "Stiles, I swear--"

You interrupt yourself when you hear footsteps approaching the house, "Shit, she's coming! Hide, maybe we can atleast get the surprise right".

Malia walks cautiously into the seemingly empty house. "Hello?", She calls out.

"SURPRISE!", everyone yells as they jump out from their hiding spot. As the rest of the pack hug Malia and wish her a happy birthday, you throw her a wink from across the room.

After everyone settles down, and Malia takes in the unorthodox party, she scans the room for you, noticing that you've been absent since the surprise.

She manages to slip away from the crowd and finds you in your room, staring out the window, lost in thought. Malia sits on the bed.

"Did I interrupt one of your brooding sessions?". She asks.

"...No", you answer, followed by a humorless chuckle.

"I know that I said I don't wanna celebrate, but... I'm happy that you did all this". She says in a soft tone.

"...I just wanted everything to be perfect today", you respond, still staring out the window.

"What makes you think it isn't?".

You turn to face her with a humourous grin on your face, "I'm sorry, did you not see the dead deer?, or the cake that was decorated for an old age home bachelor party?, or... Whatever the hell was going on with the decorations?"

Malia chuckles. "I love Star Wars, and I love Disney movies... I missed alot of my childhood and they're really cute and simple, ok?... Plus, I thought the penis cake was kinda funny".

When Malia laughs, no matter how upset you are, your day feels brighter. Every time she does it. "...Ok I guess the penis cake is kinda funny; and I thought the decorations were a mess... But if you like them, I like them. I guess I should get that corpse out of the house now".

You head for the door but Malia stops you. "Why would you do that?", She asks.

"...Why wouldn't I?", You ask, slightly confused.

"*your name*, what's my favourite food?".

"Your favourite food? It's... OH, IT'S--".

"Right... I guess the wild animal dying in my living room actually worked out? Wow... Wait, there is one thing that's not right... I didn't have time to get you a present and Stiles was supposed to take care of that but--". You start off as Malia interrupts you.

"*your name*, I already have two amazing presents". She says comfortingly.

"You do?".

"Yes... Firstly, A Birthday party; with my family. Something I've never had before, and secondly... I have the greatest gift in the whole world".

"What's that?", You ask.

"YOU!, silly", she says with a large smile.

Malia wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in for a long, scintillating kiss. You kiss her back, and eventually pull away. "Let's go to your party", you say as she wraps her arm inside of yours and lets you lead her out of the room.

"Hey, Malia?"

"Mm?"

"You're not actually gonna eat that deer in the living room; at your birthday party... Right?"

Once again, Malia doesn't answer you with words, only a sly smile.

"Malia?..."

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