#i just wanted to get this down somwhere first

[myhairpintrigger]

hiiii! i just had an idea in mind while i was listening to daylight by taylor swift. haha! can i request a fic that is based on daylight? wherein aleksander plans on expanding the fold but his whole plan changed when he met the reader who happened to have expressed her enthusiasm in tearing the fold down to him; like how she wants to finally be able to live somwhere safe with her lover. and when Aleksander thought of her words, he somehow imagined himself together with the reader. basically, just him being madly in love with the reader that he's willing to change every evil plan of his for her. and can they meet while the whole seducing alina thing is going on? i know it's kinda of unclear, you can change some parts if you're willing to write it! anyway, good day!

hi oh my gosh it’s been a minute. i’m so sorry for being so inactive!!! i’m trying to be better about writing! i hope this is what you were looking for my sweet anon. if not… please let me know and i’ll be happy to rewrite it. i love u all so bad. i’m almost to 300 followers and that’s not really a huge milestone in the grand scheme of things but it makes me so happy and i appreciate every single one of you angels more than u will ever know. kisses and hugs <3

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warnings: none! mostly soft

All of You, All of Me, Intertwined (aleksander morozova x princess!reader)

“That’s the world I’d like to live in.” You finished, smiling over at the Darkling. 

He stared at you, fighting the urge to let his mouth fall open in the slightest. He’d just listened to you tell him in detail for nearly fifteen minutes about how you wanted Ravka to be safer. Free of the Fold, free of the war. Free of hatred and evil. It wasn’t unbelievable to him that you’d want this, saints bless your gentle soul. 

No, what became unbelievable to him is that he was actually considering your point of view. 

“You look taken aback, was it something I said?” You asked and eyed the man in front of you suspiciously. 

He found his voice finally and shook his head at you, “No. I just think that what you said was lovely, Princess.” He stated, more honestly than he’d like to have admitted. 

You smiled contently at him and sipped your tea before turning to look out the window, a comfortable silence surrounding the two of you. 

You were the Princess of Ravka, and while Aleksander had known you practically all your life, he’d never really spoken to you until the day he had returned to Os Alta with Alina. It had nearly been two months since then, and every single day, he fell a little bit more in love with you. You came around often. At first it was for Alina, then it became less for her and more for Aleksander, and then it became just for him. Your walks and chats with Alina Starkov became teas and deep conversations with Aleksander. 

Looking at you now made his heart ache deliciously. The way the sun illuminated your profile and made it look as though you were emanating your own light, like his very own little star. Or his sun. Alina may have been the Sun Summoner, but she was not you. You were a breath of fresh air, a ray of sunshine, golden, like daylight. 

You cleared your throat after some time had passed and you turned your head towards Aleksander, “Do you think it’s possible? With the Sun Summoner here?” You asked him with hopefulness in your bright eyes. 

Aleksander clumsily nodded along to your question, “My Princess, you will get your happy ending. One way or another, I’ll ensure that.” He found his promise to be much more truthful than he’d expected it to be, and he was unsure of how to feel about it.

You, however, looked as content as you could have ever been. There was an excitement sparkling behind your eyes that made him believe that he would earnestly do whatever you asked of him. He probably would. 

He rose from the table before you and he held his hand out for you to take, giving you a gentle smile. 

“Let me escort you back to the Palace, yes? You have your lessons.” He offered. 

“I don’t wish to go to them today.” You sighed and gently took his much larger hand. He pulled you to your feet gently and then he chuckled. 

“Your parents will have my head if I keep you through another.” He stated. 

You simply sighed and then nodded towards the doors, “Lead the way, Darkling.” You teased. 

You seemed to have missed the little smile that danced upon said Darkling’s lips. 

-

Aleksander stood with his hands down against his war table, his teeth grinding down against each other as he clenched his jaw impossibly tight. 

He shouldn’t want this. He shouldn’t want to halt every single one of his hundred year old plans for something so silly as a little Princess’s wishes. But alas, here he was, considering just that. The conflict between him and his darker half raged on in his mind and he let out a grunt. Anger flared his nostrils and curled his hands into fists, and he was about to send everything flying off of his war table, until he heard his door open. 

Your tired little voice pulled his attention elsewhere and he turned towards you, jaw still tightly clenched. 

“I apologize for the intrusion, sir. I just… found myself awake, craving your company.” You explained shyly, looking anywhere but his face. 

His face, seconds ago twisted with anger, softened dramatically with your words and he brushed his hand through his hair slowly, letting his jaw relax. 

“You should be asleep in your bed in the Grand Palace, Princess. Your parents will boil over if they catch you here.” He said in a gravelly tone. 

You didn’t seem to care about what he had to say, and instead walked forward towards him, “You seem distressed.” You noted, arriving at his side. 

You grasped his arm as gently as you could with your hands and you pulled him a bit closer to your side. 

Your touch seemed to bring him some form of comfort, you thought, because when you pulled him closer, his muscles relaxed and he tipped his head downwards to look into your eyes. 

“War does that to men.” He answered vaguely. No need to mention that the war in question was between him and himself. 

“Well, I have full faith that you’ll put a stop to this incessant conflict.” You said sweetly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the side of his arm. 

He gaped at you as you pulled away from him and leaned back against the table. Aleksander had his suspicions about you perhaps returning his affections, but never once had you been so brazen on how you displayed it. Though you’d kissed him over his thick kefta, he felt as if something warm was searing through his clothes and heating his skin like sunlight would. 

You didn’t seem to mind his stare, much less his visibly racing mind. 

After a moment of his pleasant bewilderment, he cleared his throat and then stepped closer to you, “You have too much faith in me, Your Grace.”

“You’re wrong.” 

“There is only so much I can do about our current state.” He replied and leaned closer to you, his hand rising to find itself holding the side of your face. 

“Yet I have full faith in you bringing peace to this country.” You whispered and then smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek into his cold palm. 

He didn’t say anything further, he only stared down into your eyes. He didn’t even know what he could say to you. He wanted to tell you of his plans with The Fold, how he meant to expand it. And then he wanted to tell you how he wanted to dismantle it for you. 

How he would dismantle it for you, he decided. But it’s not like he could admit to all the wicked things he’d planned to do before you began to infect his every thought. He couldn’t even begin to think of what to say to you at that very moment. 

So he kissed you instead.

-

As you slept next to Aleksander that night, he stared up at the ceiling. You laid contently with your head against his shoulder, both of your arms wrapped around one of his. Eventually, he grew bored of trying to make out patterns on the ceiling and he turned his attention to you. 

Even in sleep, you were just as lively and bright as you were during the day. He wrapped both of his arms around your body and pulled you flush against this side. 

You were so peaceful, so calm. His heart seemed to jump from its place in his chest and he leaned down to press a little kiss to your hairline. 

The war, he could not guarantee would stop. Men will be men. They will fight and they will burn. But The Fold? He could guarantee that it would fall, he decided, staring down at your sleeping form. 

He’d tear it down with ferocity, with determination. He’d give you the family you wanted. He’d be the lover you deserved, in a country safe and free of such vulgar darkness. He’d spend every waking moment fighting off every single thing that came and worked to undo the world he’d swear to build for you. 

Because you were golden. 

Like daylight. 

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[imaginingaustin]

austin and me || part one

summary: you find out you're pregnant only a few months after yours and austin's wedding day. despite it being pretty soon, you are still over the moon.

"i know you're not feeling up for a workout, but would you want to meet for lunch somwhere afterwards?" austin asked you. he was getting ready to head to the gym, which was something that the two of you had done together pretty regularly in the time you'd been together.

"maybe. if i get to feeling better, i'd love to." you nodded, forcing a smile. you'd been feeling nauseous the past two days and really weren't up for anything at the moment.

"okay. well let me know." austin said, walking out of the closet. he walked over to the edge of the bed and kneeled down next to you. "i love you." he said softly, taking your hand in his, pressing his lip to the wedding band that newly adorned your left ring finger.

"i love you too." you said with a smile. you sat up and pressed a kiss to his lips, wishing him goodbye before he left.

after he'd been gone for a while, you started to get hungry. you made yourself something small, but it wasn't too long before you were in the bathroom throwing up. you dug around in the bathroom closet for something to settle your stomach when your eyes landed on an unopened box of tampons.

"oh shit." you huffed once the pieces clicked in your mind. that sure would explain the stomach aches.

you grabbed your purse and keys, walking to the drug store down the street from your house. you stood in the family planning aisle, staring at the numerous pregnancy tests that filled the shelves. it suddenly felt like your arms weighed two tons each. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't do anything to lift them. you were lost in your own thoughts when a soft voice brought you back down to earth.

"you okay, sweetie?" the voice asked. you focused on the person next to you, the lady you recognized as the cashier, standing next to you. you forced a smile and nodded slightly. "not something you thought you were gonna be shopping for today, huh?" she asked.

"not even close." you sighed. you finally mustered the strength to grab a box from the shelf, staring down at the picture of the pregnant woman on the box.

"do you love him?" she asked.

"more than anything.” you said, smiling at her. “it just feels so soon. we've only been married a few months." you sighed. "but we've talked about having kids, and i know this is something we both want. i'm just a little nervous."

"i was nervous when i had my first baby, too. it's normal to feel nervous with your first. but once that baby is here, things change so quickly. you and your husband love each other, and getting to share that love with a little one will be more fulfilling that you know." she reassured. you smiled and thanked her for her kind words. she walked with you to the cash register to get you checked out.

you thanked her again and walked back home. you stood in the bathroom, staring at the box on the counter, before you finally opened it and took one out. you took the test and paced the bathroom while you awaited the results. your timer went off, and you took a deep breath before looking.

Pregnant.

"oh, my god." you said aloud. you took another one for safe measure, which was a positive result as well. you grabbed your phone to text austin, but immediately stopped yourself.

"no. this is something i need to tell him in person." you said, setting your phone back down on your nightstand. wanting to be just a bit cutesy, you found an old gift box in your closet, wrapping the pregnancy tests in some tissue and placing them inside.

“perfect." you said to yourself after tying the bow. you text austin and told him you were feeling a bit better, but weren't quite up to eating out. instead, you suggested having lunch together at home, to which austin agreed.

"i'm just glad to know you're feeling better." he replied.

"yeah. me too :)" you sent back. you began cooking while you waited for austin to return home. he returned about halfway through your cook time, so you ushered him upstairs to shower and change before he came back down and set the table. you'd hidden the box in the kitchen, so he wouldn't find it in the bedroom. you finished preparing your meal, and you sat down at the table with austin and began eating.

he told you about his workout, how his trainer had come up with a new regime to get him prepped for his upcoming project.

"im so unbelievably sore though. but i know once i go through it after a couple of days, i'll be used to it."

"definitely." you added, nodding in agreement.

"anyway, enough about me. i'm glad you're feeling better, what do you think it was? one of those 24 hour bugs?" he asked.

"i think it may last a bit longer than that." you thought to yourself. "i guess? i don't know. i tried to eat something earliet, but i threw up again as soon as it hit my stomach. i started feeling a bit better after that though." you shrugged, taking a sip of water. "speaking of which," you trailed off, getting up from the table.

"speaking of which? please don't tell me you got food poisoning from my cooking, i'll cry." he joked.

"no, not at all." you laughed. you grabbed the box from it's hiding spot, and instructed austin to close his eyes before you took it back to the table. you moved his plate and set the box down in front of him. "okay, open."

"what are you getting me presents for?" he asked, focusing on the gift box in front of him.

"just open it." you said. you stood next to him, watching nervously as he untied the bow and opened the box. you watched his hands as they rummaged through the tissue paper, unrolling the first pregnancy test.

"no way." he said quietly, he found the other one confirming his findings. "y/n?!" he turned to face you, tears on the brink of falling.

"you're gonna be a daddy." you said softly, your tears already falling.

"oh my god." he said quietly, looking down at the pregnancy tests in his hands. you could see the smile on his face widening as he fully took in the moment. suddenly, his arms were tight around your waist. "we're gonna have a baby." he said, voice muffled by your shirt. you giggled softly his lips met your stomach, him pressing kisses to every inch of your belly.

later that night, while you were getting ready for bed, you couldn't help but marvel at your stomach. you raised your shirt and placed your hands on either side of your belly button.

"hello, little one. mommy and daddy love you so much already." you said softly. you pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand and pressed it to your belly. you walked out of the bathroom and made your way over to the bed. you saw austin sitting up on his side, the pregnancy tests in his hands. you heard him sniffle, and as you got closer, you saw that he'd been crying. sad crying, though. not happy crying.

"baby? what's wrong?" you asked, climbing into bed, and moving next to him.

"nothing, it's stupid." he huffed, wiping his nose.

"it's not stupid if it's making you cry. talk to me, love." you said, rubbing his back. he took a deep breath before looking up at you.

"i feel guilty for being excited about this baby when my mom isn't here to be part of it." he said, his tears falling faster. "she loved kids so much, and i know she would've been so excited to have been given the opportunity to be a grandma." he stopped for a moment, but he knew he had more to say. he took a deep breath before speaking again, his tears continuing to stream. "and lisa marie. she became such a huge part of my life in just a short time. a huge part of our lives." he emphasized. the mention of lisa marie hit you like a ton of bricks.

you unfortunately never got the chance to meet lori, austin's mom. but you did meet lisa marie. austin's elvis journey was such a huge part of his life over the last three years, and you were with him every step of the way. the first time he met lisa marie, as well as priscilla, riley, an harper and finley, at the ceremony of them placing their hands at Grauman's Chinese theater, you were there. and you saw how much pride lisa marie had for austin, for finally protraying her father in what she thought was the right way. she became almost like a second mother to him, and they grew so close in the too short of time they had together. you knew how much her praise meant to austin, and her passing hit him harder than you could've ever imagined. he didn't tell you until the night she passed how integral she actually was to your engagement.

"she was the one who encouraged me to finally propose. she was an outsider to our relationship, but she saw how much you meant to me, and how supportive you were of me. it was no secret how hard this filming journey was for me, but you stuck by my side through it all. i told her that i wanted to marry you, but was too nervous that you were going to say no. but she said, and i quote, 'if you don't get off your ass and propose, then i'll do it for you.' the next day, i bought the ring, and proposed. and now she's not even gonna get to see the wedding." he said to you. you and him cracked open a new bottle of scotch that night, drinking your sorrows away. you laughed and cried, sharing stories of the few memories you each had with her, wishing there were more.

“both she and your mom will be there in spirit. they are both so proud of you, and they wouldn't miss it for the world." you said to him.

“oh, hon. i know it’s sad, but they wouldn’t want you to be upset. your mom and lisa marie are always watching over you and have taught you so many wonderful life lessons. in parenting and otherwise. you’re going to be a wonderful father, and our baby is going to love you.” you said, continuing to rub his back. he laid into your chest and you let him continue crying.

“im sorry, babe.” he said, sitting up and sniffling once more. he’d finally cried out all his tears and was coming back down to earth.

“you dont need to be sorry. it's an emotional time and you miss the people you love. you have so much love for the people in your life that sometimes it overflows, but that's okay." you said. he looked up at you with puffy eyes, and your heart broke. you hated seeing him this upset.

“i love you.” he said softly. he leaned against the headboard, patting your thigh. “so so much.”

“i love you.” you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips. he pulled away and smiled at you.

“we’re having a baby.” he said softly, kissing you again.

“i know! and i know that as long as you’re their daddy, they’re gonna get more love than they’ll know what to do with.” you said with a smile. his eyes met yours before he kissed you again.

“i really am excited, i promise. i hope my crying isn't making you think i'm not excited about this.” he said, placing his hand on your stomach.

“no, i know you are. and i am too.” you said hugging him tight. “our baby is gonna be so pretty.”

“for sure.” he laughed. you finally wound down and the both of you fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

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[not-neverland06]

Could you write Yandere Karl Heisenberg headcanons? 👉👈

Karl Heisenberg & GN!reader A/N: This is my interpretation of Yandere. Which in and of itself is already dark, toxic, and not healthy. So, prepare yourself for something that’s not going to make you feel warm and fluffy inside 👍 (Thanks for the ask, love) CW: This is DARK, proceed with caution. Body horror, possessive behaviors, mention of abuse, toxic “relationship” dynamic, suicide, death In no way am I romanticizing this type of behavior, or condoning it. I’m just being realistic on how someone like him would be with this twisted sort of mindset, personally, I would never take this level of disrespect, I recommend you don’t either. DDDNE

Proper characterization is important to me, let me know if you think I got anything wrong, I welcome criticism ♥️

Karl Heisenberg Yandere HC’s:

First of all, with normal Karl, you’re going to need a lot of patience and compassion to deal with his grungy ass

With Yandere Karl, may the father, son, and the Holy Spirit save you because you’re effed up the wazoo

You could meet him a few different ways, but the most likely is you’re a villager. You’d probably been on your way to pay homage to the Lady Dimitrescu, and he’d just so happened to be heading to the Duke at the same time. 

Talk about bad luck. 

You think he’s charming, in a gruff sort of way. 

He’s blunt with his words in a way you can appreciate. You tire of having to filter yourself because of the way you are demanded to act in the village. He provides an outlet where you can finally be unfiltered. Unfortunately, you don’t seem to notice how much he loves you talking shit with him. 

He’s so used to the people in the village running from him or being meek and timid around him. It pisses him off and does nothing to excite him. 

You, however, are very very intriguing to him.

You’ve got a fiery spirit, he’d love to known how far he can push you before you ignite or extinguish.

You grow to like him, maybe even a little infatuated, and you think the other villagers were being unnecessarily cruel. 

You don’t realize they had good reasons for hiding their young and locking their doors when he’d deign to come down from his factory. 

You catch subtle quirks in his behavior. 

Growing a little tense or being abruptly rude to someone if you were talking to them instead of him. 

Doesn’t matter if they were a child or an elder, they’ll walk away crying once he’s done. 

And you want to admonish him, really, you do. But he has this strange look in his eyes that makes your tongue feel like dead weight in your mouth. Your jaw snaps shut and he’ll give you a tight smile before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you off somwhere. 

Maybe you start to distance yourself from him. Finally start to notice the way no one in the village will even look at you anymore. How everyone sends a prayer to the Mother when you pass by, like an omen of death. 

Too. Fucking. Late. 

He’s locked on you, you’ve peaked his interest. And he’s had such little entertainment, he’s been so bored for so long. 

He’s helping you, anyway. He’ll tell you as he straps a cuff around your ankle. No one in the village would ever want you. You’d be a pariah for the rest of your life. You need him. 

His main goal in life is to overthrow Miranda

Nothing, I mean nothing gets between that. If you were to try and intervene you’d be severely punished, possibly even killed. Doling out death like that isn’t foreign to him. Look at what he does to the villagers of the town when he’s making his soldats. 

The effects of your death would only sink after the choice was made:

“Hey, buttercup!” Karl glanced up from his newest invention and frowned. By now you’d figured out to come the first time he called. He should already hear your footsteps trailing across the metal. “Kid!” He glanced over his shoulder, irritation brewing in his gut. His fists clenched, the tools in his hand bending slightly as he slammed them against his desk. You had about five fucking seconds before he got the chair back out for you. He was sure you would hate being strapped to that, again. 

He felt more disappointment than anything. He really thought you guys had gotten to a better place. One where you understood where your place in the world was. At his feet, obedient and willing. 

He went ahead and dragged the chair out of the closet, dusting flakes of blood off the arms and undoing the leather straps. He was sure the sight of it would be enough to whip you back into shape, but he had a lot more fun being hands on. “Now!” He shouted, voice echoing throughout the factory, and, still, you didn’t come. He didn’t worry anymore about you trying to leave, lycans and chains stopped that from happening. He wondered where you found the audacity to try and be even a little bit rebellious. 

Maybe it was the bottle of whiskey he downed last night. Or the fact that he hadn’t gotten any sleep for the last four nights that made him forget what happened only a few days ago. How you��d argued with him against pursuing Miranda. Stupidly tried to convince him to just leave the village with you, leave it all behind and be happy somewhere else. 

He’d been blinded by rage. So goddamn furious that you wouldn’t just shut the fuck up and listen to what he was trying to tell you. That no matter what, without Miranda dead, he would never be free. He’d lashed out with his powers, he’d only meant to send the gears on his desk flying at you. Rattle you up a bit. He’d completely forgotten about the metal collar strapped around your neck. 

Heisenberg reached out, powers trailing up the stairs and latching onto the familiar shape and feel of your collar. There was a loud thud as your body slipped from the bed and he frowned at the noise. Were you still asleep? He glanced at the chair, maybe he should give you a break. But… He wanted to have some fun, needed a release. He wouldn’t be too harsh on you this time. 

Slowly, you thud, thud, thudded  your way down the stairs. Heisenberg pulled and heard something like cloth dragging on concrete as you rounded the corner. His eyes widened and he felt the cold grip of realization latch onto him. Your body lay motionless on the ground. Hands curled up in rigid claws, eyes flattened and grey. Your skin was a completely different shade, no color at all left in your lips. Your skull was still split from where you’d slammed into the wall when he’d accidentally sent you flying. 

He’d just forgotten about it.

Assumed it was a nightmare and moved on. 

He sank down in his chair and stared unseeing at your corpse. 

You’d be buried, a spot Karl would always be able to see from his workstation. Your death would somehow be blamed on Miranda and you’d just be more motivation for his suicide mission. I’d like to say he would be negatively affected by it. But he’s good at compartmentalizing, a few days of mourning, and then he’d be back to his mission. Your name a distant memory always tickling the back of his skull. 

I imagine there’s a lot of underlying issues revolving around bodily autonomy given how Miranda took it away from him when he was infected with the cadou. And given how, sadly, more often than not, the victim perpetuates the cycle, that would be projected on you. 

If he managed enough self control around you not to kill you while he’s throwing a temper tantrum, you can bet your ass he’s keeping you alive longer than you want to be. 

In his mind, he’s been screwed and fucked over so often, that he’s not letting you hurt him too. He takes it as a personal offense that you age and get sick, because he doesn’t. Cadou took care of that. He’s got a long miserable life ahead of him. 

Well, congratulations! So do you!

You’ll wake up one morning, a strange feeling in your arm and feel disoriented:

You try to say his name, but your tongue is fuzzy and you can’t seem to string together a coherent thought. 

You blink slowly, vision fuzzing in and out of focus. “Hey,” you vaguely recognize his voice as he walks towards you. His hands are gentle, suspiciously so, as he cradles you. Slowly, like he’s afraid to hurt you, he props you up. You’re distantly bothered by the fact that you can’t really feel your right arm very well. 

But Karl rarely ever treats you so gently, so you’ll soak it up as much as you can now. Your head lolls slightly to the left and you give him  a groggy smile. Whatever he dosed you with was slowly losing its grasp on your consciousness and you could start to feel yourself becoming more cognizant. 

“Hungry?”

You shook your head, stomach turning as you smacked your lips. Your mouth felt like he’d vacuumed the moisture out of it. He chuckled, the kind sound rushing over you like a warm blanket. He disappeared for a moment before reappearing with a cup in his hands. You tilted your head back as he dribbled the water between your parted lips. 

He leaned forward and pressed chapped lips against your forehead and it’s only then that you started to feel uncomfortable. Why was he being so nice? What the fuck did he do to you while you were passed out? 

You could feel the telltale signs of a panic attack, the drugs doing little to subdue it now. Karl picked up on your rapid breathing, the way your pulse jumped under the loose hand he had around your neck. It’s only then you noticed the lack of collar. You reached up, hands feeling foreign against that patch of skin.

His head dropped and he landed a kiss against your lips this time. “Had to take it off, was getting in the way. Don’t worry, buttercup. You’ll like the upgrade.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks as your hands slid across your clavicle, the cold feeling of metal greeting you where skin was meant to be. You couldn’t help but sob when you traced the spot your arm used to be. A metal replacement in its spot instead. 

“And, had to fix that knee of yours up too. Don’t worry, no more popping.” He laughed, like it was all one big joke, and ripped the blanket off of you. If you hadn’t already let your mind slip away from reality, from the situation, you would have screamed when he showed you the metal limbs where warm flesh and bone should have been. 

You nearly threw up when you saw the cruel line of cauterization and blood where he’d fused metal and skin.

He’s quick to get pissed off and touchy about anything he’s passionate about

I don’t recommend criticizing anything to do with his plans on Mother Miranda, regardless of how much he cares for you, he will lash out. He’s cunning and extremely intelligent, he knows how to strike where it hurts. 

Were this normal Karl, not one completely hyped up on the powers of the cadou, eventually he would find his own backwards way to apologize. A well timed compliment, a metal flower inspired by your favorite bloom, a trip to the Duke’s. 

Yandere Karl will never see the error of his ways. In his mind, everything he does for you, to you, is for your own good. No one else is going to take care of you like he can. He can’t ever risk you leaving him. He’s got it embedded in his brain that if he lets you out of the factory Miranda will find you and she will steal you from him. 

You’ve slowly become less of a human and more of a coveted toy the longer he has you. 

Imagine the little kid on the playground that takes his ball home so no one else can play anymore. 

That’s him (you’re the ball)

No one will remember you existed. 

If you were a tourist, your ID, your wallet, anything that can be used to identify you is found on a corpse that burned up in a “car wreck.” The body was burnt beyond recognition, it had to just be assumed it was you, it was your car after all. And no one had ever found you…

If you live in the village, your family, your friends, anyone who ever looked at you with a lick of interest is dead. He kills your family because he doesn’t think they properly took care of you. I mean, for fuck’s sake, he got his hands on you. What else did they let others get away with?

No. No one who disregarded his “love” like that gets to live. 

The others are self explanatory. He’s possessive beyond a fault. Even normal, he doesn’t do sharing. No one else gets to enjoy the bright light of your personality. 

It’s for him and him alone. 

And, no, he doesn’t notice when that light dims. He doesn’t notice the lights go out behind your eyes and the vacant look you carry half the time. He just thinks you finally got used to your life here. 

There’s no reasoning with him. No trying to explain how you’re drowning in despair and one more goddamn minute in these shackles is going to make you end it all. 

You love being with him. You need him. Without him you would be dead in a ditch somewhere. 

We all know, without him, you’d be living your best damn life. 

But he doesn’t. 

He thinks, despite the torture and the training, you are happy. You’re safe. He’s providing for you, and showing you just how the world can be so you know that he’s the only one who will ever love you. Who else is going to put up with you?

Everyone comes to a breaking point, when you get to yours, you need to either be fast or the next weeks of your life are going to be the worst you’ve ever head. 

You successfully get away with a quick slit of a razor, or a noose made of bed sheets, congratulations (not). 

You don’t…

At first he doesn’t even know what to do. 

No one, fucking no one gets to take you away from him. 

Not even you.

It takes a few days to plan something, and the anticipation alone is enough to break you. He’s clever, cunning, and worst of all, really fucking creative. Your mind can’t even conjure up whatever horror he’s got planned for you. 

To your surprise, it’s not anything physical. 

He’s your only source of human contact, despite everything at this point you do need him to remain marginally sane. He knows that, he uses that.

You’re locked in a room, food given to you without a schedule so you lose track of time.

No windows, a leaky drip coming intermittently from the ceiling. He doesn’t speak, you just hear the scrape of metal and dart forward to scarf down your meal. A tasteless gruel that doesn’t do anything but sustain you. 

If Heisenberg hadn’t “updated” you, the drafty air and mildew would probably have finished you off a week ago. 

As it is, you can’t get sick anymore, you just lay there in your own filth and the filth that was there before you. 

Your mind slips and you’re practically feral by the time he lets you out. 

He’ll remold your thoughts, your brain, how you think, around him. Protect you from yourself, he says. 

No one gets to hurt you, not even you. 

It’s ironic how he’ll never realize the only person whose ever hurt you has been him. 

He’s not the type to hurt those who hurt you and keep you safely locked away in an ivory tower all warm and cozy.

He’ll break you and keep going, long past your shattering point. He keeps bending, twisting, and breaking you down until you’re nothing but dust under his boot and a barely there echo of who you used to be. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Resident Evil Village, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

#karl heisenberg x reader #resident evil x reader #Resident evil village x reader #heisenberg x reader #resident evil village #Karl heisenberg #this got away from me lol

[yanderes-galore]

Platonic older sibling of Cartman that is his opposite that tries to teach him to be a better person concept? Thanks!

Honestly, I was excited for this as it would be such a shitshow. Pardon my language but if you're reading my stuff you're atleast 16 anyways. This concept bounces between younger you and Cartman and older you and Cartman, for sibling stuff.

Note: Wow, I actually loved writing this- I wish I put more cute moments but I had to still acknowledge the fact Cartman is an ass. Probably one of my new favorite platonic concepts I did. I do not mind feedback!

Yandere! Platonic! Eric Cartman with Older Sibling! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Jealousy, Mature language, Platonic behavior, I actually made some cute moments, Family issues, Manipulation, Murder, Violence, Clingy behavior.

Your existence confuses many who meet your family immensely.

How did the first child come out fine, but the second child came out... Cartman?

It's speculated that it's because Cartman was never given proper discipline.

He's also very hard to control.

You're so nice to everyone, you help your mother, you don't try to exploit anyone.

Meanwhile Cartman does the opposite of all that and makes people eat their parents.

The only person he's really compassionate to is you.

You're were the only older kid he liked when he was younger.

He did hate that all of his friends liked you too.

"Why aren't you like your sibling, Cartman?"

"Shut the hell up!"

You look so different compared to him.

In your grade, in fact the entirety of you growing up, people were astonished you were related.

"Cartman? The little fat punk? You're related to him?"

You look like you don't get along.

Of course, your sibling relationship isn't perfect...

But you are probably one of the only ones he genuinely cares for.

There's times Cartman tries to not show he cares for you...

Yet he can't help but like your comfort.

If you're wondering... is he affectionate?

Yes... with lots of grumbling.

Cartman secretly does like your hugs and sibling bonding.

He just doesn't want anyone around to see it.

If he isn't trying to pester his friends into hanging out, he comes to you.

He's nervous asking due to his pride.

You do try to put him on the right path, feeling that's the right thing to do as a sibling.

He's a horrible person... yet he's still your brother.

You try to teach him good morals and respect...

He doesn't pick up on it.

He's only ever good to you.

He's always been a moody kid.

Yet there has been times when you were younger he was... softer for lack of a better word.

For example you were watching TV together after school, he feel asleep almost on you.

R.I.P your breathing.

It was... cute.

You didn't even bother bringing him up the stairs and instead just tucked him in there.

You do love him.

Even with you both being older, him being around 18 and you somwhere in your 20's, you still care for him deeply.

Cartman acts like he doesn't want a sibling.

Although he probably can't imagine his life without you.

Now... the yandere part?

Cartman is selfish and easily jealous.

He's still manipulative even to you.

You just know to shut him down.

Cartman doesn't want his friends talking about you.

God he'd be so fucking pissed if one of his friends complimented you.

Even more so if you started talking with someone like Scott Tenorman.

You mention that man's name?

Cartman is actually screeching about it.

Cartman is very protective/possessive about his older sibling.

Ever since he was young he clung to your leg in public if you were doing something.

Which felt like you were being weighed down.

Your mother thought how Cartman feels about you is sweet.

You may have no father but she's happy you have each other.

Obviously no kidnapping in this concept.

You live with each other and he finds that really weird to do to his sibling anyways?

Murder?

Oh, well, that's an exception.

If the whole feeding people their parents wasn't a warning... then that's on you.

He'd definitely threaten, manipulate, and possibly even injure/murder those he hates around you.

He does not fuck around. Ever.

You do not get to talk to Scott, you do not get to talk to Kyle.

He hates them... that would be the ultimate betrayal!

He gets pissy at you at times and you've learned just to tolerate it.

He's screaming at you and you're just petting Mr. Kitty.

He then runs off to his room.

Thirty minutes later?

He's whining for you to come and comfort him....

That was just when he was younger, too.

When you're both older he isn't much better.

He's still giving you hugs and hating who you hang around.

Due to your childhood he's probably still clingy.

Even when you have a job and move out, kissing your mom goodbye, Cartman throws the biggest fit ever.

You took forever leaving the house that day-

"Eric... I'll show you where I live, you can visit anytime."

"NO. YOU'RE ABANDONING ME. DON'T TRY TO ACT LIKE YOU AREN'T."

Will always be a child with his behavior.

Hell, to you he's always a child since you grew up together.

Yes... he does visit.

It just takes forever to get him to leave.

Have a spouse?

He's criticizing you and them just to be an ass.

If you yell at him to stop or you'll kick him out he goes silent for awhile.

Overall, Cartman is a very jealous sibling who hates to share.

He clings to you and does like how nice you were to him, trying to correct his ways despite failing.

He loves you and wishes you two didn't have to go seperate ways...

Unfortunately he'll always be a controlling brat even if you tried to change it, you just need to know when to shut him down.

#yandere south park #yandere eric cartman #yandere platonic #yandere aged up south park #eric cartman and sibling darling tag i guess

[boytoyhalo]

hi you should talk more about your blue ring Pac headcanons (it's really cool and I like it a lot)

YIPPEEYIPPEEYIPPEEYIPPEE KISSING U ON THE MOUTH RN MWAH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT HIM

ok so first and foremost as I've said I imagine him having the spots on his face neck and shoulders, i think he'd have them on all of his joints too though. The spots are normally dark yellow/brown when theyre at rest but thats BORING so i hc that the blue in his are always somewhat visible but when startled or threatened they glow brighter and expand. this video is a good visual reference (watch it its neat)

I imagine that along with the spots the rest of his skin would get a bit darker like the octopus does! i also imagine that his skin would be bumpy/textured the way they are, especially around his browbone and temples.

He can't entirely change his shape the way an octopus can, he's still mostly human in function and his muscles are as unyielding as anyone elses most of the time - but when he wants to he can stretch out to make himself look bigger and more threatening, and he's unnaturally flexible enough to slip through small cracks and crevices. it's... really freaky to watch. of course his metal leg poses a challenge since it can't be as fluid as the rest of him, but he's tricky enough to get it through most of the time. If he really needs to hide in a small space and it won't give he can always just detach it

He has crevice dweller instincts, so whenever he needs comfort or security his first instinct is to squeeze himself into the smallest space he can. He habitually piles whatever he can find outside of the space and outside of the door to his room/bases like the real life octopus piles rocks outside its home

He doesn't have tentacles, but his hands and fingers are covered in tiny almost invisible suckers that have surprising grip strength - not enough to stick him to walls spiderman style, but enough that he never drops anything and if he's holding your hand it takes notable effort to detach yourself

Blue ring octopuses carry two toxins (probably??? theres some dispute) - one that paralyses prey thats present in their saliva, and an incredibly potent neurotoxin in that they use for defense and acts both as a poison to predators and as injectible venom- they're one of the deadliest animals on earth in relation to their size. Pac has both of these but less potent, a hard enough bite from him will result in some nausea, dizziness, and weakened/paralyzed muscles if he breaks skin (his teeth are just a TINY bit too sharp to be normal by human standards, but not enough to tear through muscle) but it wont Kill you. and making out with him will give you a few spasms and a bit of weakness/dizziness - fit learns this the hard way, and pac apologizes profusely but because he's pac fit is actually really into it which is kinda weird but hey what are you supposed to do when your boyfriend has toxic saliva other than develop a kink for it (sorry for making it about fitpac it will happen again)

also because BROs carry their venom all throughout their body theyre immune to their own toxin and most other toxins in the same group, so Pac probably has a higher poison resistance than a normal human would

He's a really strong swimmer of course, unnaturally strong for how the prosthetic should weigh him down. Since he still has human shaped limbs what he does isnt quite jet propulsion, but its somwhere between that and normal swimming. I cannot describe the movement im imagining so like just watch the video and try to recreate the Vibes with a human shaped body and you'll get to the same place i am

ok that's kinda all i have there isn't really that much to go off of just because the nature of the octopus makes it kinda hard to study them in depth so we only really know the basics of their behavior, the only other thing i can think of is more of a fun fact which is that their venom is actually produced via a symbiotic relationship with bacteria that lives in their mouth! can't really do much with that in terms of applying it to a character headcanon but its pretty cool right

also i am kinda torn between the normal human mouth with toxic saliva and a normal human mouth that's actually just a front and can unhinge to reveal a horned beak and tentacles hidden inside (if u dont know octopus body plan is basically head with mouth at the bottom and then the tentacles surround it, and it feeds by using the tentacles to pull food in towards the beak which it uses to puncture it and inject venom) I kinda do love that cuz it's freaky and eldrich but on the other hand there is literally no physical way that could ever make any sense so... idk you can decide for yourself lol

thank you again for giving me an excuse to flesh out this headcanon i love it so so much im glad im not the only one that finds it interesting

#asks #headcanons #qsmp headcanons #qsmp pac #qsmp pactw #qsmp #qpactw

[melanieph321]

Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Boss Me Around Part 2/6

Ugh, he looks so good 😮‍💨

Reader is a former yacht girl now newly moved to Turin, Italy for her job as a real-estate accountant. There she meets Dusan Vlahovic, a former client of hers, a client she never thought to see again. However, with Dusan being Readers new boss their past becomes a liability. Nevertheless the spark between them still lives. This story is a romcom with both His and Her POV!

Enjoy!

You barley had time time to settle into your new neighborhood in Turin, let alone your new apartment, before your first day at work. You were called into the office upon the same week as your arrival, with your boss eager to meet his new accountant.

"Mr Vlahovic is just finishing up a phone call with Japan. He will be with you in a minute." The lady at the front desk said. "Would you like some water while you wait?"

"No thanks, I'm good."

"Then please Miss Y/L/N, feel free to have a seat."

It was funny the way she frased that last sentence. You wanted nothing more than to be able to take a seat, or have a glass of water, however the pencil skirt you had bought in a rush did not fit you the way you wanted. It was too tight. One splash of water would make you look bloated and attempting to take a seat might split the fabric, revealing the fact that you wore no underwear to even fit into the skirt. Although the skirt went well with the rest of your attire, you had learned your lesson not to buy designer clothes without trying them on first. The measurements simply didn't match the ones in regular stores.

"Miss Y/L/N?" The lady at the front desk called.

You perked up.

"Mr Vlahovic is ready for you now."

Your heels clicked beneath you as you made your way down a long hallway lit up by the lights from the windows outside. It was a small office building remotely located from downtown Turin. To get to the office you had to either take the bus or ride another vehicle, like a bike. By foot it might be too difficult, specially if you preferred wearing heels to work, since the office building was located on top of a street hill.

You stopped in front of the glass door with a plaque on it that said D.V. da Boss. Through the windows you spotted him, a tall man with short cut hair, overseeing a stack of papers scattered across his desk. You knocked on the door not knowing what to expect, however you knew that your boss was fairly young for his attained position.

"Come in!" He called, without raising his head to look at you. He remained standing next to his desk, looking to ponder over the piece of paper in his hand. "You arrived just in time." He mumbled. "I'm trying to finalize my next project but I just can't seem to get the numbers..."

The man had gone to lower the paper that blocked his view of you, he then froze, eyes wide in suprise.

"You?" He said.

"Me?" You repeated, not really sure how to react to a man, fairly young and handsome, who's eyes wandered freely upon your frame.

"I..." He seemed lost for words. But clearly he recognized you from somwhere, but how, you wondered. You had never stepped foot in Italy before let alone Turin of all places.

"I didn't know that I would see you again." He said,  the first sentence he was able to form, having stopped staring at you with such baffled eyes.

And then it hit you, his voice, that smile, those baffled eyes.

"Fuck me."

********************************************

Dusan tried to keep his cool, but ultimately failed to as the memories came flowing back. Summer in Miami. His two week vacation had been necessary but ultimately too dull for his liking. That was, until he met her. "Y/N."

"Yes?"

She answered him, hands clasped together before her, a sign of nervousness. He was making her nervous.

"Wait" He thought aloud. His new employee that he was supposed to meet today was also named Y/N. But it couldn't be, she couldn't be.

"You're here....this is such a..." There were no words to describe the internal shock that he was feeling. The girl of his dreams, the one he thought to have left behind in Miami, was now standing before him, looking incredible in her tightly fitted skirt. Fuck. Dusan lifted his gaze, knowing that she must have caught him staring.

"Ciao, ciao!"

Just then his assistant Louisa entered the room, making the situation less awkward than it already was.

"I see you've met your newest employee Dusan." She smiled at him, having previously told him about the great candidate that she had selected out of all the applications. Little did he know that Y/N had been amongst those applicants.

"Y/N got here last week." His assistant said. "She's staying in downtown Turin by the condos you bought last year. I hope you're settling in well dear, you can always call us if you need anything." She said, turning to Y/N.

"Thank you, but I'm all good." She bowed her head with courtesy. Something that caused a stirr beneath Dusan's bowels, a stirr he had to gained absolute control of if he wanted to come out of this situation alive.

"Y/N, has come a long way from America. I think we owe our newest employee a tour of the city, don't you think Dusan?"

"Um, I might be busy." He mumbled.

"Too busy to show the poor girl around town?"

Dusan felt heat rise to his cheeks as Y/N eyes looked to him. "I've got work." He coughed, feeling himself spiral out of control right then and there.

"Don't worry." His assistant said, patting Y/N on the back, leading her out of his office. I'll give you a quick tour of the city myself, let's start with your new office shall we?"

Dusan was left alone as the two women strutted out of the room. He fell back in his desk chair, spinning it around to face the windows. He rushed to open them, as well as the top buttons of his shirt. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was cut too short by his barber. He was very displeased. "How the fuck am I going to fix this?" He thought to himself. Because it had been a mistake hiring Y/N. The memories of last summer, how the two had met and the things they had done together. It could ruin him. He had to get rid of her, if so God help him.

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #dusan vlahovic imagine #dusan vlahovic x reader #dusan vlahovic #juventus #juventus fc #italy #italia #turin

[thefreakymunson]

Hi!!! Can I please request an Eddie x reader where the reader ignores him all day because of of bruises that came from her ex boyfriend? Eddie gets suspicious and pleads for her to tell him what’s wrong and he gets super pissed.

Thank you for this!! 💘

This went a little different than expected lmao

You stared down at the bruises on your wrist, eyes filling with tears as the memories of last night came flooding back. He came out of nowehere again. He must've been waiting in the bushes by your house when Eddie dropped you off for the night. You didn't see him until it was too late and Eddie had already drove off. The way he'd gripped your wrists so tightly as you tried to fight him off was what really bruised you the hardest. He was a scary individual. He was the stuff of your nightmares, actually.

"There you are," you heard the familiar raspy voice come from somwhere behind you.

You wiped your cheeks of tears as quickly as they fell and pulled your long sleeves down over your hands, mustering a fake smile as you looked up to see Eddie sitting down across from you at the table.

"You okay?" His brow furrowed, "Why are you crying?"

You done your best to lie, but you knew he would see right through it.

"I'm okay," you forced your lips into a tight smile, "Hows your day been so far?"

"Fine," he said as he studied your face, "You're not okay. What's up?"

"Please...just leave it alone, Eddie." You bit your bottom lip, "I'm okay now---"

"But there was some point that you obviously weren't okay....and I'd like to know what happened." He said, "C'mon...what's up?"

"He was waiting on me outside of my house last night." You sighed, seeing his face go from concern to straight anger.

"Tommy?" He'd look around the cafeteria in search of the asshole. It wouldn't have been the first time the two of them had gotten into it over you and it wouldn't be the last.

"Yeah," you nodded, reluctantly pulling your sleeves up to show him the finger prints left in your skin.

"That motherfucker..." Eddie shook his head, "Where is he? Is he here?"

"I don't know," you stuttered, "And I really don't care...please don't make a big deal of this, Eddie. I just...I want to get out of here. I want to ditch the rest of the day. I don't want you getting in trouble over me, Eds."

Eddie's fingers drummed against the cafeteria table as he thought about what he should do. He had half a mind to hunt this fucker down and bruise him just the way he bruised you. But as he stared at you from the otherside of the table, his heart shattered at the hopeless look in your eyes.

"C'mon," he said softly as he grabbed your bag and threw them over his shoulder, "We'll go back to my place. My uncle's at work still."

You sighed in relief. The last thing you wanted was for Eddie to get in another fight. He wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder as he lead you out to his van, ignoring the calls of the teachers. You would deal with those people later.

Once you were back at his trailer, Eddie made sure you were comfortable on the couch. You watched as he popped the top off of two cold beers for the both of you and sat down, pulling your legs over into his lap.

"This may sound dumb...but are you okay?' He looked over at you, "Be honest."

"I'm a little shook up, to be fair." You whispered, "But...this isn't anything compared to what he's done to me in the past, Eddie."

"I'm gonig to whoop his ass, Y/N. When I see him again, it's happening." Eddie said, fingers tracing small circles on your calves, "You're too important to me to allow this to happen. The only reason I didn't go after him today is because I know you don't like seeing me fight."

"Thank you," you said softly, "For actually caring what I think. Thank you for loving me, Eddie...and thank you for not hurting me."

He brought your bruised wrist up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the marred skin, "Never...I could never hurt you, Y/N."

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fanfic #Stranger things #STranger thigns fanfic #Thefreakymunson #Angst

[toxiccluvvv]

New beginnings;

Pairing: Akaza x hashira!reader

Content warning: none

Word count: 584 words

Readers sex: female

This is a request for @mrskill2! This is also a part two to the demons kidnapped child! I’d recommend reading that first!

This is definitely short, but sweet in my opinion.

Masterlist

Akaza held your daughter’s hand as he walked with her down the path filled with wisteria, “it’s so pretty, daddy!” She exclaimed as she lead her blindfolded father down the trail. Akaza smiled at his daughter, delighted to see she was in good spirits.

“I see mommy! Let’s go daddy!” She yelled excitedly running toward you, you smiled turning around to face your daughter. “Hey sweetie!” You smiled lifting the girl.

You placed her back on the ground wrapping your arms around Akazas waist, “I’m sorry about the blindfold..” you whispered to him lacing hour hand with his.

“It’s okay babe, if it means I get to do what’s needed, I’ll do it.” He spoke confidently as he gave you a reassuring squeeze on the hand. He always knew how to ease your nerves somehow.

You walked for a short distance before arriving back to the place Kagaya resides, Kagaya sat up looking in your direction. “Did they come?” He asked his wife unsure of what he was feeling. “Yes dear.”

Kagaya smiled before facing your family; “it’s nice to finally meet you, Akaza. I assume you’ve been taking care of my daughter.” He spoke calmly with a gentle smile on his face.

Akaza chuckled, “I’ve been doing just fine, and I plan on continuing to do so.” Kagaya hummed pleased with his answer. “What is the child’s name?” He asked politely.

“Luna.” You spoke soothing your shy daughter that was behind your leg, slightly intimidated by the raven haired man that sat infront of her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Luna! I’m sure you’re just as beautiful as your parents.” He spoke with a smile, feeling the girls hesitation.

“It’s nice to meet you!” She spoke excitedly from behind your leg as she noticed all the children peaking their heads in the door. “Children; come meet your cousin.” Kagaya spoke as he allowed his children to run up to Luna and greet her, sure to give her the space she needed.

“Come closer y/n and Akaza, I need to speak to the two of you alone.” Kagaya spoke, you stepped closer as Akaza watched your daughter bonding with kids her age, it was a sight he didn’t think he’d ever see.

“The demon slayer corps will bring no harm to your or your family, I trust you dear, I’m deeply pleased with your decisions. You have a beautiful daughter from what I hear, take care of her, lover her, and bring her to see her cousins and grandparents more often.” Kagaya spoke with a genuine smile on his face; excited for the new beginnings.

-

As you walked home you leaned against Akaza tracing his tattoo on his arm, admiring him carrying your sleeping daughter. “Do you think this means anything for our future..?” Akaza whispered, obviously deeply conflicted.

“I think it’s a start.. we had to start somwhere baby..” you whispered trying to raise the man’s spirits. “We have a beautiful family.. I don’t want anything to happen to it..” he spoke with a small tremor in his voice.

“Nothing will happen to us or our daughter baby, I promise, I’ll protect all of us.” You spoke rubbing soft small circles in the man’s arm before getting on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“Now stop worrying, your way too hot to be sad.” You joked trying to lighten the mood; you didn’t know it, but the man needed that and he truly appreciated you for it.

“I love you dear..”

#akaza fluff #akaza x you #akaza x reader #kny akaza #akaza x female reader #akaza kimetsu no yaiba #akaza x y/n #demon slayer akaza

[obigem]

As Malcom pondered this behind the closed doors of the Landgraab mansion, Matthew turned his attention onto Cordie.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You said you were quitting. All you had to do is tell my dad those things you said before and he would've sent me packing."

"So why didn't you?"

"I'll answer your question, if you answer mine."

"OK?"

"Do you want to go back to boarding school?"

"What?"

"It's a simple question, just answer it. Would you rather be there than here?"

It took him a moment, but eventually he managed to grumble back.

"No. I hate it there."

"I figured."

"What?"

"Ya know, we did use to be friends. You were still a neanderthal back then, but you were a lot more honest with yourself. Regardless you're still just as easy to read."

"If you don't want to go back there, then how about acting like you actually wanna stay?"

"I'm trying!"

"Try harder!"

That managed to silence him. Cordie sighed. "Tomorrow, you'll be ready to go when I arrive, you won't be late. You'll be kind and courteous."

"You won't give any trouble to me, my friends, or anyone at school. And if you're not committed to do that then you can call your dad back right now and I can add back all the color to those white lies I told him. Got it?"

"Fine." Matthew snapped, then more politely, "OK."

"See, that wasn't so hard." Cordie smirked.

"Ugh, whatever." Matthew huffed, but to his surprise, Cordelia didn't snap back. Quite the opposite. She began to giggle

"Ya know, I was right. You never change. You're still the same little brat who never makes it easy for me to win"

"But even still, I'd win every time anyway." She began to laugh again. "That's what made playing over at your place so fun. You always made it a challenge."

"Well excuse me for being challenging."

"That wasn't an insult, ya know. Believe it or not, I don't actually hate you."

"I don't know why you started to hate me—"

"I told you already, I don't hate you!" Matthew barked out.

"Well, maybe if you learned to control your anger it'd be easier to tell!" Matthew was ushered into another bout of silence. "Watcher, Matthew. You're so abrasive sometimes."

She let out a slow sigh, "I know you have it in you deep down. Maybe very deep down, but it's there somwhere. We used to be friends. I refuse to believe the things I used to like about you just vanished into you deciding to be a prick. So what do you say? Do over tomorrow?"

Matthew turned away from her. "Yeah. Fine. We'll start over tomorrow."

"Great! Then I'll see you tomorrow bright and early. Don't be late." Cordie called to him.

It was an awful first day. He didn't leave the impression he was hoping he would after seeing her again.

But she'd told him she didn't hate him.

She recalled fond memories she had of him.

All this time, he was so sure she hated him, and after all this time, she finally confirmed that she didn't.

That meant everything to him.

And it was enough to get him to try.

Try harder.

#fletcher legacy gen 2 #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #Fall Year 1 #Cordelia Fletcher #Matthew Landgraab

[frostyyyroyalmilktea]

Nevermore!Tyler x Thorpe!Reader pt.6

part 1 part 7 this fic on ao3

Hi loves! I know it's been like three months since I updated this story and I'm sorry! Life happens and school does too and also my health started acting up a bit so yeah. It's a lot. This chapter is Tyler's POV with a little bonus at the end. I'm thinking I might starts writing more of his POV, I hope you'll like this format. I'm still going to write MC's POV as well but it'll probably be somwhere around 50/50 split. I just love writing Tyler's perception sm (°◡°♡)

Hope you enjoy! Don't hesitate to drop me a comment telling me what you think (*σᴗσ)

Tyler

Tyler spent a lot of time learning how to tune out the noise in crowded places. With his enhanced senses that shit didn’t come easy. Dr. Shin has been a tremendous help in all of it, and these days Tyler has almost perfected the ability to just not hear every conversation or discern every smell in a 1000 feet radius.

Today, however, something feels off. Tyler can feel the attention directed at him itching under his skin. It’s been like that since he sat down for breakfast 15 minutes ago. People keep throwing very much not stealthy looks at him every couple of minutes like they’re expecting a bomb to suddenly go off where he’s sitting. The conversations are hushed and Tyler’s growing anxiety hinders his ability to concentrate and listen in on at least one of them.

So he just sits there, pulled taut like an exposed nerve, and waits for the other shoe to drop.

Y/n is late again, which by her standards is not late at all. Her morning cup of tea is steaming next to his own breakfast. Cereal was not on the menu today so Tyler grabbed some sugary thing that may or may not be a croissant under all those layers of strawberry jam and nutella. Makes him a bit nauseous to even look at it. Y/n devours it in three bites and calls it God’s gift to humankind. Figures.

Tyler is wiping nutella off her face, the two of them pretending that it is beyond any shadow of doubt a task that requires outside help and not just some awkward flirting technique—God, they’re so bad at this—when Enid plops down at their table looking like she hasn’t slept at all and is already operating on at least four coffees. It gets more concerning, though. She’s followed by Wednesday, who’s followed by Xavier fucking Thorpe himself. Tyler is still confused about their conversation on Saturday. Xavier on the other hand seems to be less hostile towards Tyler this morning than usual. Which is very worrisome.

Enid takes a chair next to y/n, Wednesday sits down next to Enid, and Xavier sits down next to Wednesday, which coincidentally also puts him next to Tyler. Y/n doesn't seem awake enough to comprehend the sheer weirdness of the unfolding scene until Enid turns to her and asks, wide-eyed and distressed, “Have you seen it already?”

Y/n blinks at her a few times, confused. “Seen what, babes?”

Enid passes her phone with trembling hands. Tyler can hear the beating of Enid’s heart, which at the moment resembles a rabbit on Red Bull.

Y/n plays the video that was already pre-loaded. It’s a clip from Good Morning America, a musical segment in Central Park. The title reads Jeremiah Elffire Presenting His New Single “Trust Fund Baby” Live From Central Park!  

Tyler is vaguely aware of this guy because he remembers watching a show on Disney with him as the main character a couple of years ago. Tyler is generally clueless about pop culture so he’s somewhat confused about why exactly is Enid freaking out so hard right now. Did this guy get super famous after his Disney days?  The view count is already sitting at over 500k even though the video was uploaded less than an hour ago.

When y/n hears the first verse, she goes uncharacteristically still.

“I don't want a girl who gets a car for her sweet sixteen

Or spends a stack of dollar bills on a limousine

I want a girl who takes the bus and who wears baggy jeans

Rockin' Nike Airs, what the hell are Louboutins?”

Tyler’s still not sure what exactly is going on here but the angry grinding of y/n’s teeth tells him it’s not anything good.

Xavier leans into his ear and in a conspirational whisper about as subtle as a tornado warning siren informs Tyler, “That’s her ex,” gesturing at the screen of Enid’s phone with his spoon. Then he goes back to eating his oatmeal as if nothing happened.

The video goes on.

“Don't want no fake tan, short skirt, daddy's money don't work

Shop until you drop on the town

I want a smart girl, stronger than her father

Someone who will laugh at tryna fit in the crowd”

“And all we used to dream about

Is getting rich and getting out

Move to the nicer part of town

Where we'd have numbers on our house”

“You little asswipe,” y/n seethes, “you’re from fucking Palo Alto!”

“I don't really want no trust fund baby

I like my women independent

And I say to people, that's my lady

And we don't need nothing else”

“I don't want a girl who takes selfies, want her makeup free

Don't want no mean girl, lady in pink, prom queen”

The plates and cutlery on every table in the dining hall start rattling. Y/n doesn’t notice and Tyler fears that any second now she might accidentally shower people in their own breakfast.

“I want a throwback kid who loves Missy Elliot

Who for my birthday, makes a mixtape and puts it on cassette

Want a girl with common sense, who's dripping in competence

Don't wanna die to get rich but she loves Fifty Cent”

“Alrightie,” Tyler says with confidence he doesn’t feel. “I think we got the general gist here,” he gently extracts the phone from y/n’s deathly grip with some help of his superstrength and hands it back to Enid. 

Enid starts rambling like someone has put her on 2x speed, “I am so sorry to be the one to show you this, oh my god, I hope you don’t hate me or anything but I just, I just thought it would be like a thousand times worse if you haven’t seen it and everyone will be talking about it at school because you guys were absolutely an it couple and all, and then you’re going to be caught off guard and…” Enid runs out of breath, but before she can continue y/n gently catches her hands—which were flying in every direction as Enid tried to reinforce her point with frantic gesticulation—and catches her eye. “It’s fine, Enid.” 

Y/n’s soft and steady voice momentarily deflates Enid’s agitated demeanor. “But, but…” Poor thing tries to form a coherent sentence but she’s not very successful. To be completely fair to Enid though, if Tyler was in her position right now, with y/n’s attention focused on softly comforting him, he probably wouldn’t even be able to recall his own name. 

“It’s just a gimmick. A former Disney kid desperately clinging to relevancy at the expense of a high-profile relationship he was in and a catchphrase that will cause some stirring in the media. Don’t get worked up over this, love. And don’t comment on it to anyone. Publicly or privately. Present company excluded.”

“Yeah no, I would never discuss your personal life with anyone like that!” Enid looks horrified at the thought. 

“Mon petit furet, I know you wouldn’t,” y/n says, sympathtic. “It’s just people know that you’re my friend and any comment you offhandedly make can be twisted and sold off to TMZ by some loser chasing his 5 seconds of fame.”

To an outsider’s eye y/n would seem like the epitome of calm right now, but Tyler already knows some of her tells though. He can see that she’s actually far from calm and he has no idea what to do. He turns to Xavier who lazily watches y/n’s exchange with Enid, chin propped in one hand, sipping from a coffee cup in the other one. “Does this not worry you?” Tyler hisses at him. “Even a little? You can’t not see that she’s not okay.” 

“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win,” Xavier says like it’s a completely normal thing to say about your sister’s trashy ex disrespecting her in front of the entire country.

“Are you quoting The Art of War at me?” Tyler asks in disbelief.

“He is,” says Wednesday without looking up from her gigantic dusty old book. 

Xavier sighs. “What I’m saying is, have patience with her. If you do, it will pay off tenfold.”

“Okay, I don’t know why you’re talking like a fortune cookie right now and I’m not sure I’m too keen to find out,” Tyler says.

At this moment y/n’s phone starts ringing. She declines it on the little screen of her terrifyingly futuristic phone and a second later it starts ringing again. It happens another three times before she shuts the phone off altogether and gets to her feet. “We’ll see you in class, guys,” she says to the rest of the table as she picks up her and Tyler’s bags. “Have a good day.” Tyler catches the tiniest crack in her voice before she takes off towards the exit.

He takes it as his cue to follow her.

***

They skip class. Not that Tyler really expected that they would attend it today. Y/n walks way faster than usual, clutching their bags in both hands like she’s taking them to execution. 

Tyler realizes she leads them to that little shed near the dormitory that he walked her to the night she saw him as a Hyde. The classes have already begun so the forest is very quiet and peaceful. The same can’t be said about y/n.

She throws Tyler’s bag on the ground, then grabs her own with both hands, and covering her face with it she starts screaming into it.

Tyler is so out of his depth here. 

He decides to just wait until she gets it out of her system and then maybe she’ll talk to him or something.

His hopes don’t come to fruiting because when she’s done screaming, she just slumps on the ground, her back leaning on the outer wall of the shed, and starts crying.

Tyler carefully sits down next to her and she leans into him as she tries to take her sobbing under control. He wraps one arm around her and she tucks her face in the crook of his neck. They just sit like that for a while until her breathing evens out.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tyler asks quietly.

“Maybe. I don’t know. It’s so stupid, Tyler. Like, I meant every word I said to Enid. I know what this is. It’s all about business and trending and getting into charts. It’s not supposed to hurt me but it fucking does and I hate it…I hate it.”

“I think, in a way, it’s good that it hurts.”

“Dafuq?” Y/n asks, raising her head a bit to look him in the eyes. She’s not angry though, her eyes are soft and curious.

Tyler doesn’t really know what to do with this level of trust from someone. 

“It means you’re not like him,” Tyler starts, trying to put his words together with care. “Your feelings make you…well, you. That guy seems to be more like a cardboard cutout of himself rather than a real person. Thornhill tried to make me into something like that too.” I thought she succeeded until I met you, he doesn’t say.

“That’s a nice way of looking at it, I suppose. I just…I hate remembering the good stuff. Because there were good times too, at the begining.” She says quietly, hiding her face again.

“What changed?” Tyler asks.

“On a larger scale, everything did. His career was taking off—mind, not without the help of media coverage he was getting for dating me—and he started to become more and more obsessed with his “persona”. His mom hired this new publicist who, like, tried to mold him into another Harry Stiles or some shit. Steady girlfriend was very much not in the cards for this kind of image. And on a smaller scale, he broke up with me after my powers manifested. Which is such an idiotic display of bigotry too," she scoffs, "like, both my dad and my brother are outcasts, you couldn’t seriously expect me to end up a normie.”

“Probably still hurt, though,” Tyler says, gently petting her hair.

Y/n just hums.

“So what’s next? You’re just going to ignore everything until people forget about it?”

“I really don’t even want to think about him anymore. But ignoring it won't work this time,” y/n says, slowly disentangling herself from Tyler. “I already gave him too much agency over the situation by staying quiet.” She gets to her feet and offers her hand to help Tyler up. She doesn’t let go even after he’s standing firmly on his own. The look on her face is absolutely captivating, eyes burning bright with determination. Tyler is unable to look away.

“This time I’m gonna fight back. Fuck being the bigger person. I’ll hit this fucker where it hurts.”

***

Y/n Thorpe Just Posted On TikTok For The First Time Since The Release Of Her Ex’s Jeremiah Elffire Controversial Song Allegedly Aimed At The 17 Year-Old Influencer And Her Fans Are Setting The Social Media Ablaze

Jemma Young for Buzzfeed News 

This week proved to be particularly eventful for the fans of a 17 year-old TikTok influencer Y/n Thorpe, the younger daughter of a well-known Hollywood medium and soothsayer Sébastien Thorpe. 

After y/n’s outcast status was publicized without her consent a few months ago, following a controversial split from the former Disney golden boy Jeremiah Elffire, y/n deleted all social media sans TikTok (where she unfortunately also stopped posting for a while but was previously known for her musical covers) and went completely off the grid.

This prompted a lot of speculation from the fans on what the cause of the sudden breakup might’ve been and whether y/n’s outcast status had anything to do with it. The official statement from the Thorpe estate's publicist came later that month, assuring fans that the split between two teens was amicable and for now y/n is focusing on her education, switching to a school that specializes in helping young people master their supernatural abilities.

Fans of young miss Thorpe were delighted to see her come back to TikTok with a heartfelt rendition of Rufus Wright’s Hallelujah [watch the original tiktok here] a few weeks ago. Some fans noticed that the song was a bit out of y/n’s usual repertoire, which sparked a discussion on Twitter regarding miss Thorpe’s mental state and well-being. Many of her loyal fans came to y/n’s defense though, stating that they’re just happy to see her doing what she loves, sharing her positive energy and creativity with the world again. 

Some people still had their doubts, though, when a video from one of miss Thorpe’s schoolmates surfaced a few days later where young influencer gets into a verbal altercation with a fellow student. We reached out to the user who posted the video but didn’t get any further comments about that situation.

A new wave of scrutiny came Y/n Thorpe’s way when Jeremiah Elffire released his new single titled “Trust Fund Baby” this Wednesday. He premiered it live on Good Morning America and the video hit one million views in less than two hours. The accompanying music video was released a few hours after that and sits at a comfortable 3 million views at the time of writing this article. However, the like/dislike ratio was disabled almost immediately and fans on Twitter point out that the comment section seems to be heavily filtered. 

Miss Thorpe stayed quiet for the first 24 hours after the release so fans expected her to not make any comments regarding the issue, same as after the breakup. However, this morning a new tiktok was uploaded to y/n’s account that seems to be addressing the brewing drama in a subtle, yet cutting way. 

In a short clip with a Taylor Swift’s song playing in the background, y/n shows what appears to be her morning routine: she creates an extravagant make-up look with vibrant pink eyeliner, her short haircut is tastefully styled with two gold-rose hairclips shaped like little crowns, and even though her outfit isn’t lavish by any means, being simply the school uniform of the educational institution she attends, some watchful fans pointed out the peculiar detail that might’ve escaped the notice of everyman.

[screenshot of the comment by the user “littlemissgetwrecked”]

Guuuuys!!! I don’t think you understand the gravity of this shade!! She’s wearing fucking Louboutins!!! You can’t tell at first because they’re sneakers and not signature high heels but you can see the red soles when she spins!!!! 

Another user followed with a comment supporting this statement.

[screenshot of the comment by the user “notyomama”]

I know!!! I’m literally going feral over this! I scoured the Louboutin website to make sure and she’s wearing Louboutin Fun Vieira , their comics-themed sneakers. I LITERALLY CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS GIRL. The tea is scorching hot *sips aggressively*

The caption of the video boldly proclaims “what’s a girl gonna do, a diamond’s gotta shine” with the hashtag  #makethewholeplaceshimmer, mirroring the lyrics of the song playing in the background.

This particular choice of song is hardly a coincidence. Y/n mentioned many times before that Taylor Swift is one of her favorite artists and a big inspiration for women who want to achieve success in the music industry despite the sexist scrutiny media puts them through. For those of our readers who are unaware, Bejeweled by Taylor Swift was allegedly written about an ex-boyfriend, famous DJ  Calvin Harris, and describes her partner’s emotional absence, as well as him taking the singer for granted. 

Thorpe’s fans quickly connected the dots and the speculation on what exactly led to the Thorpe/Elffire breakup resurfaced with more vigor than before.

 Elffire’s loyal fanbase also joined the conversation to defend their fave, stating that this is “exactly the self-conceited behavior to be expected from an out-of-touch nepo baby [in regards to Thorpe]” and that they are happy that the “toxic influence is finally out of [Elffire’s] life for good.”

The fans are taking sides and the comment section of y/n’s video reminds a battlefield at the moment, yet at the time of writing this article the comments still haven’t been disabled and the tiktok video keeps racking hundreds of thousands of views every day, currently reaching a little bit over 4 million with 1.2 million likes.

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author's note:

Enid is so baby in this chapter, this girl was more worried about y/n’s drama than her own brother lol

Btw, MC calls Enid "mon petit furet" which google traslate assured me means "my little ferret". I though it was a fitting nickname because MC likes to give everyone nicknames and Enid is cute and ferrets are cute and also are very good and sniffing out and finding things, like Enid is with gossip.

The song I used as the one MC's ex used to shade her is actually Trust Fund Baby by Why Don't We. No shade to the band whatsoever, I think it's funky little pop song but it fitted my story perfectly so I used it. Jeremiah Elffire is a completely random character I came up with and is not based on any real disney actors. Also I don't really remember if Xavier's dad's name was mentioned in the show and I coudn't be bothered to check so I just made one up for him.

*Palo Alto is an expencive neighbourhood in California so that's why MC reacted the way she did to that line in the song

Btw it's been so long since I updated, idk if people are still interested to be tagged so if you are, please let me know in the comments!

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin imagine #thorpe!reader #wednesday

[aroaceconfessions]

i feel weird posting here, but it seems like a nice space so here goes, i 'spose.

my moms great. love her to death. shes very old, coming up on her 70th birthday, and im about 14 and a half. (im adopted, not biological.) anyway. the only reason i mention this is cause somtimes the generational gap gets to us. me being genZ and her being a baby boomer. she was very understanding when i came out as trasngender, and before that as bisexual.

however, when i tried to come to her and explain my feelings on sexual attraction, she didnt seem very... exited. i explained what asexual and demisexual was, and that i was rather confident that i was somwhere on the asexual spectrum. i have since become most comfortable with the term demisexual.

The first time i tried to explain to her that i was, she used the old "oh youre too young to know" and "well thats just NORMAL" (about demi.) Could be better, but could also be worse. as i always like to say in such situations, it was ignorance, not hatred.

the second or so time we had a conversation about it, she began to cry. she doesnt cry particularly often, and when she does theres always a reason. she was so worried for my future relationships. shes never backed down from this thought process either. she says that ill be missing a large connection in relationships. she says that i wont be able to find somone because of it, or that itll severly narrow my options.

1. you do NOT NEED SEX to have a CLOSE RELATIONSHIP. for GODS SAKE.

1.5 i could even gain sexual attraction to them! im not strictly asexual! just on the spectrum. ffs.

2. the other person does not have to be asexual! im also polyamorus, so if sex is a must have for my partner, i do not mind them finding it elsewhere.

3. i do not want to date somone who values sex so highly that they only want that from me. i want to date people based on love, yk? if thats one and done no exeptions from somone, they arent for me. wether i was sexually attracted to them or not.

anyways

#trans #transgender #nonbinary #non binary #non-binary #nb #enby #asexual #ace #acespec #aspec #demisexual #coming out #aphobia #invalidation #polyamory #polyamorous

[warmaidensrevenge]

Joseph makes you his

Joseph Quinn x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Grand finale. It won't be long but I want to finish this.

Warnings: 18+ smut, language, sexual implications, and as always not proof read and no word count.

Summary: Finally after so long vows are said, But, you had not expected to walk in on somethings that will be burned into you memory forever.

Part 6

You took a deep breath and walked to Bill.

" I'm so glad you came back." He said hugging you. " I thought maybe. Something happened."

You gave him a weak smile. “Umm we need to talk Bill.”

“No please don’t say that.” his smile faded into a frown.

" Please let's go inside and we can talk."

Bill followed you inside and sat on the bed while you leaned against the desk.

" Go ahead y/n just do it. Break my heart. Go ahead. Tell me you slept with him."

" Bill we didn't. I promise we didn't. We kissed."

"That's even worse!"

" Is it Joey?" You smiled

Bill gave you a soft smile and looked away. "Are you guys getting back together?"

You went to sit next to him and held his hand. "I know it's not what you hope to hear. I'm sorry. But yes...I love him. I'm not the real me without him. When I look into his eyes, I'm home. I've waited for what feels like a lifetime for him. I promised myself that I would always wait for him."

Bill sighed. " I wish you loved me like that."

You hugged him. " Bill, maybe in a different lifetime or in another universe. Somwhere we work. Where we're together having dinner talking about when we should start our family. "

Bill hugged you back. " If only."

He let go and gave you a half smile. You kissed him on the cheek and he kissed yours.

"I'm gonna go."

You nodded giving him one last hug. You walked him to the door and waved as he left. You closed the door and felt terrible. You had hoped that you guys would remain friends after this. You went to the bathroom and was about to shower when there was a knock at the door.

-

When you left Joe, he went back inside and went to grab his jacket. When he came out of the guest room Jamie was in the kitchen eating the leftover take out.

" And where do you think you're going?"

" Mate. I'm going to give y/n her ring."

" Oh no. You're going to propose like that. Just hand her the ring. No no. It has to be special."

" I cannot wait. You know I've been waiting too long for this."

" Fine. Let's go get her and go to the beach."

" The beach?"

" Just trust me. Go get her and meet me at Manhattan Beach in 2 hours."

" What are we supposed to do for 2 hours?"

Jamie raised a brow. " Hmm I'm sure you can figure it out."

Jamie was immediately on the phone. Joe heard something about flowers when he left. He stopped at a local Walgreens to pick out some and a small stuffed puppy. He wished he brought Leo from Seattle. So that you could see him. It's been a few months since Tim said you saw him. He was walking down the hotel's hallway to your room when he saw Bill leaving your room. He didn't know what he was going to do but he was upset. As they approached each other Bill spoke first.

" Hey I know this looks bad. But I swear it's not. She was just letting me down gently."

Joe nodded and walked past him.

" Joe. Please take care of her. I never met anyone so in love with someone like she is with you. It's the type of love that seems to only exist in movies. She deserves to be happy and I'm more than happy to bow out if it's you that makes her the happiest."

Joe turned around. " Thanks mate. And thank you for being there for her when I couldn't be. Thank you for being a good friend to her."

"Anytime." Bill gave Joe a nod and left.

Joe knocked on your door and was greeted with your beautiful self in just a towel.

"Quinn! You're here!"

" I couldn't stay away from you my love. I have had enough of the separation."

You hugged him and smiled against his lips before kissing them. You pulled him into your room and took the flowers and puppy. You sniffed them and petted the stuffed animal before putting it on the TV stand. When you turned around Quinn was there pulling off your towel and laying you on the bed.

"Now where were we?" He grinned lifting your knees and spreading them.

He in fact did find a way to keep you busy for an hour. He missed the taste of you. How wet you always got for him. How beautifully tight you were. So damn perfect. Made just for him. After many orgasms that he was determined to give you, he got up.

" Love get dressed. I want to go for a drive. The city looks so beautiful at night."

" Okay." You said excited and happy and out of breath. " Can I shower quickly?"

" Yes we can shower quickly." He winked at you.

Once in the car you kept looking at him. He looked nervous. To be fair the traffic in LA is really bad. But when you started seeing less and less cars you were wondering where he was taking you. Then he would glance at you and smile making you forget everything but how much you loved him.

You guys pulled up to the beach. And you could see lights flickering off in the distance.

" Quinn it's too late for a swim. And we just showered."

"Love we are not swimming. Just trust me okay."

His eyes were so beautiful and hypnotizing. He could have said ' Let's go bury a body' and you would have agreed. You smiled "Okay"

Joe got out of the car and opened the door for you holding out his hand to help you out. You swung your legs out and held your dress so that the world wouldn't get a surprise look at your panties. You took his hand and stood up. You kissed him as he closed the car door.

He started leading you down the beach when you heard someone playing music. The closer you got to the lights you saw Jamie. He was playing his guitar while Joe pulled you into the middle of a heart-shaped lit by tea candles. It was happening, you just knew it.

Joe held you and started to slow dance with you to Jamie's acoustic rendition of Thinking Out Loud.

" I forgot that Jamie is in a band." You whispered as Joe rocked you from side to side.

" I didn't know he was even in a band." Joe looked over to Jamie and winked. With Jamie smiling back

"Are you sure he's your mate if you didn't know that?" You teased with a smirk.

Joe just grinned " I love you so much y/n. I can't believe you are real."

" Quinn this is the love I waited my whole life for. I love you so much I can barely contain it."

Joe pulled you closer so your head could rest on his chest. That's when the song ended and Jamie started to sing Faithfully by Journey.

"Quinn you know, I didn't want to fall in love or need someone to fill the hole I had in my heart. I honestly didn't want anything. But then, you bumped me spilled my coffee. You seemed to appear out of thin air. And when you sent me flowers for the first time, I started to want everything. Then when we kissed that day in my place, I just knew. I wanted all the smiles, all the laughs. All your kisses and all your bear hugs...You always know what to say to make me feel okay. You know exactly how to hold me and how to make me smile. You are everything I never knew I needed and I could never be without. I am so in love with you."

" Love, I like the way we feel together. We fit so perfectly. I never felt this way with anyone. You know what's insane? I have fallen in love with someone I wasn't looking for. I was looking for happiness and security. I was searching for myself. And then I found you" he loosened his grip on you and looked down into your eyes. " I found a best friend, someone I want to grow old with. Someone who will be by my side. Always. No matter what struggles we face. You are my rock. You are my moon and my stars. My day and my night. I want to wake up and see your face for the rest of my life. You are the love of my life. My home. Wherever you are, that's where I want to be."

He got down on one knee holding your left hand and pulled a little black box out. "Love your mine and I am yours. Will you be with me forever? Will you do me the greatest honor any man could ask for and be my wife?"

You brought both arms up behind your head unhooking the necklace taking it off. You slid the ring off and held it in your palm.

" I got this for you a long time ago. I was going to ask you to be my husband. But I never got the chance. I've been wearing it since the day after the hospital. It was always yours. I was just holding onto it until you came back."

You sniffled and helped Joe up. " I will be your wife. If you promise to never stop loving me. Even when you hate me. And no leaving. Ever."

Joe blinked his tears away. " and I will be your husband if you promise to always tell me everything that's going on with you. Allow me to keep you safe and happy. Because love without you, I am nothing."

He wiped your tears away and kissed you gently.

" Marry me love."

" Yes of course. I'll marry you."

You wrapped your arm around his neck kissing him while he hugged you and dipped you down. The kiss broke before he did that and he grinned.

" Well it's about damn time you idiots figured this out. Do you know how long I've been waiting to see this?"

You didn't even realize that Jamie had stopped playing and was taking pictures. He had a huge smirk on his face.

" My work here is done."

"Jamie....I love you..come here." You went to meet him halfway pulling Joe along.

You gave Jamie a one arm hug because you didn't want to let go of Joe.

" Thank you for this. Thank you for meddling."

" Sweetheart. You're very welcome. I can't let my two favorite people continue to be stupid."

" Quiet you. You love us." Joe said nudging Jamie.

" Well I would love to stay and celebrate but I have an impromptu date. So see you later sweetheart. Joe I better not see you. I need the house for some late night aerobics."

" Uhh right." Joe smirked at Jamie.

You both wave Jamie goodbye. And held each other for a while longer before blowing out the candles and picking them up.

" Ever had sex on a beach Quinn?"

" Can't recall if I have. Why have you?"

" No. I would probably be finding sand in places I never thought it would be."

His laugh made you smile. You were so lucky to get to hear it for the rest of your life.

" You know where we can have sex and not get sand in all our crevasses?....the back seat of that rental." You winked at him.

" Love I have a confession.....I erm. I promised myself that we wouldn't have sex until after we're married."

" When did you do that and why?" You whipped around to see him

" After Australia..and you said that you were traditional. And so am I."

" Well Quinn we're kinda late."

" I know but if you walk down that aisle in something other than a white dress my mother will have my ass"

" Well we can't have that can we?"

...

It was 4 months later and you were pacing in your little dressing room with Colin following you holding the train of your wedding dress.

" You gonna tell me what's wrong friend?"

"Poop, is he okay? He didn't get cold feet did he? He didn't bolt on me?"

" Bitch he is literally standing at the altar right now."

" Really?! But the ceremony is like in 2 hours."

" Yea it is. And we still need to do your hair and do our wedding checklist something's."

" Right. Umm okay but can you take this to him and grab him a snack and some water from there." You said pointing at a comfy chair and the refreshment table.

" umm I'm your maid of honor. Not his."

" Oh come on poop please. He's going to be so tired when I finally get up there. Please."

" There are pues out there you know."

" Yes but with a chair he could still sit near the altar."

" No that's too much. He doesn't get to be spoiled today. It's your day."

" No poop it's our day. And if you do this maybe Quinn will put in a good word with Jamie about you."

"Oh shit! I'll be right back." Colin grabbed the chair and stuffed his pants pockets with goodies.

You laughed and shuffled a little to sit in front of the vanity. You pulled out the list Colin made.

Something new - Bracelet from Quinn ✅

Something blue - sapphire hair pin from grandma ✅

Something old - picture of me and poop in the bouquet ✅

Sixpence - Quinn's mom has it. ✅

Something borrowed - Moms veil ✅

You were saddened by the last one. Your parents couldn't come. Something about something. You weren't really listening after they said they couldn't. They were the only ones missing. You wished your mom and dad were there to walk you down the aisle. You looked in the mirror and wiped the tears that came so you wouldn't ruin your makeup. It was so quiet and lonely in that room. You missed Quinn so much. You guys haven't seen each other in a week. He went to London to get his mom and arrange the honeymoon around work. He cancelled all the meet and greets, all the interviews, and every single photoshoot for a month. His manager wasn't happy but Quinn couldn't care less. He was having a proper wedding and a proper honeymoon with no distractions and interruptions. Just a whole month of you and him.

Colin came back after a few minutes and handed you a note and started working on your hair. You unfolded it and it was from Quinn.

' My love I miss you. Thank you for the chair and food. Colin said he thought I might need it. But I know you sent him out here with it. God you make me so happy. I can't wait until you're Mrs. Y/n Quinn. Almost there love. It's almost time. See you soon. I love you. - Joe'

You smiled at the note then looked in the mirror to Colin.

" Friend, make it look nice yeah?"

He smiled at you. " Don't worry. I got you."

...

You stood by the entrance waiting for the que to start your march. Your stomach was doing summersaults. You kept looking down the hallway looking for Colin. It was t-minus 3 minutes and he was nowhere in sight. You started to freak out. He was supposed to walk you down the aisle.

"Common Colin." You said to yourself.

" Hi honey."

You turned around and saw your parents.

" Mom...dad...I...I thought-"

" Joe flew us out. It wasn't right that we missed this. It's his wedding gift to you." Your dad said.

" You look so beautiful honey." Your mom sniffled and came to hug you.

"Oh my God!" You cried.

" Honey, not in church."

"S-sorry mom. I just... I can't believe you guys are here"

Tears threaten to finally leave you. You tiled your head back and fanned your eyes. Your mom wipes the tears that you couldn't hold back. That's when Tim came out with Leo.

" One minute y/n."

You nodded. " okay. Is Quinn okay?"

" He can't stop smiling y/n. He's practically jumping up and down."

You smiled and took a deep breath. " I'm ready."

" I'm gonna go find my seat honey. I love you."

" Love you too mom."

She kisses your cheek and left with Tim. You couldn't hold back your teas anymore. Your dad pulled out his handkerchief and blotted them away.

" Why are you crying Hun?"

"Everything is just so perfect now and I'm so happy daddy."

Your father smiled and put your arm in his. "Oh I almost forgot." Your dad pulled a small coin out of his breast pocket. " Mrs Quinn asked me to give you this. All the way from England she said."

You took it and put it in your left heel. " Okay. Now I'm ready."

The doors open and the song I Get To Love You by Ruelle started. You were looking at the ground. You said to yourself over and over again.

Don't trip. Don't trip.

" Dad...please don't let me fall." You whispered.

" Never honey."

Before you took a step you looked up and found his eyes. Those big brown eyes that haunted your dreams since you met. The most beautiful eyes in the world. Now slits and slightly watered. It took everything you had to not drop your flowers and run to him. He probably wouldn't mind if you did. You could. But your dad had a firm grip on you.

Everything and everyone melted away except Joe. His smile was drawing you to him. Every step you took seemed to not get you to him fast enough. He never looked away from you. You saw what your life would be like in his eyes. You picture the life you were gonna have with him. Beautiful and full of love. Waking up every morning with him wherever he is. Going to bed in his arms. A life with loads of children with curly brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. Sending them off to college and growing old together.

Before you knew it your dad was putting your hand on his. The warmth of his hand was everything you needed to feel in this moment. Your dad gave you a kiss on the cheek and went to sit down.

" You shaved." Your voice just above a whisper.

"My mum made me."

...

Jamie was so kind to have the reception at his place. A night full of smiles and dancing. It was finally time to leave. You and Quinn were in the guest room changing into your after wedding clothes when you felt his warm hands helping you out of the dress. You smiled as he kissed your shoulders while he unhooked your corset.

" Mmmm. Again?" You moaned.

" I will never get enough of you Mrs Quinn." He said between kisses.

" God I love that. Mrs. Quinn. Do you know how long I've waited for you?"

You turned around to face him pulling off the corset and your strapless slip so that your bare body was exposed. Joe never returned your panties from the limo ride fun and your stockings were now just torn pieces of mesh.

He grinned and followed you while you walked backwards towards the bed. You unbuttoned his shirt and worked on his trousers. Once they were off you laid down pulling him with you. He was already so hard. You guided him to your entrance and gasped as he trusted in you. You clawed at his back and he lifted your leg resting it in the bend of his arm.

You called out his name as he hit your sweet spot. Groans leaving him as he kissed your swollen lips. After a few minutes your walls bare down on him. He mewled as you reached your climax. His body quivered above you as his thrust became sloppy. Shooting warm liquid filled you as your hips bucked at the sensitive. You felt him twitch inside you as the last of his love spilled out.

Joe kissed you until his lips were sore. He pulled out slowly and led you to the attached bathroom. You both showered and made love again. If this was the way the honeymoon started off you were sure to be pregnant by the end of the week.

You and Joe grabbed your luggage and went to put them in the car. Your flight to London was leaving in 2 hours. So you said your goodbyes to everyone. But you couldn't find Jamie or Colin. Joe went to talk to Tim about sending Leo in 2 weeks while you searched for Colin. But he nor Jamie could be found. Checking room after room you found no one. That's when you went to Jamie's room. You knocked before entering. The sight was way too much.

" AHHH! Shit sorry!" You covered your eyes and smirked. " Guys...uhh. we're leaving here in a minute.

You could hear shuffling of the blankets.

" What's wrong love?.....OH!" Joe came and laughed. "Well hi Colin and hi Jamie."

' Hello." Jamie said

"Bitch don't you knock."

" I did poop....so uhh that happened." You had just seen Jamie and Colin having sex. " I didn't know you were a bottom poop."

" I'm whatever Jamie wants me to be."

" Oh...well yay." You giggled.

Joe laughed so hard that you nudged him. " Why Hello Bill."

" WHAT?!" You took your hands off your eyes and saw Bill half naked with a glass of water on his hands.

" Umm Hi." Bill said nervously.

" Love we should go. They seem busy." Joe grabbed your waist.

" Umm yeah. Uhh well bye. Jamie, love you. Poop, text me. ...Bill, have fun." You winked as you closed the door.

You and Joe grinned at each other. " Common wife. We have a honeymoon to start."

You kissed him and got a text. It was from Colin.

'Bitch! Jamie knows the elbow thing.'

You smirked and replied with 👍🤭

Joe saw the text and shook his head. " Well I can't wait to do that. Let's find a broom closet at the airport."

You giggled as your husband grabbed your hand and pulled you into a jog to the car. You both got into the back seat and held each other while the driver took you to the airport.

" I love you y/n."

" I love you too Quinn."

...

And you guys lived happily ever after.

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#fanfic #joe x reader #joseph x reader #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x plus size reader #plus size reader #finale

[junosaurus]

Entwined Fates

Hu Tao x !GN reader

A/N: ah yes a very long hu tao x reader angst oneshot but a happy ending hehe hope yall like it ;))

You and your friend since childhood, Hu Tao, were inseparable pairs. That cheeky prankster and you, whose parents had high expections for your education were just made for each other! You and her would do everything together and would always be there for each other. Studying in the library while Hu Tao is struggling and you helping her, having sleepovers and pulling all nighters, making a mess while trying to make after school snacks, goofing around while buying stuff at the local convinience store, giving out coupons for Hu Tao's grandfathers funeral parlor to schoolmates, and the list goes on.

You both had so much fun together since you both were 5, when you guys met each other in kindergarden. You were very shy then, you'd cry when your parents sent you to kindergarden but then theres her, who'd come up to you trying to cheer you up "Hi! I'm Hu Tao! Don't cry, we're nice here!" While another kid right beside her, bit her. "Uh well at least there's me..anyways, not the point, lets go play! Look we could hide in those slides and jumpscare people once they want to go down the slide!". How you two met was very unique so you just remembered every detail on that day.

That was.. years ago though. 8 years have passed, you both are almost 13 and your parents are furious. Your grades haven't been the best at all. You'd get C's and F's a lot, even while studying a lot too. Their one to blame was your best friend, Hu Tao. They think that you being friends with her has affected your performances.

While that was the true problem, you never would want to admit that cold truth. She was your one and only when your parents were always pressuring you, when you were sad or stressed or anything. And they plan to seperate you both by moving to somwhere far far away. When you heard that for the first time, your heart shattered into pieces your one and only, your buddy for life.. soon to be gone.

You were in deep deep denial but you soon realised that it was for the sake of your future and started accepting it. Fast forward to the last day you were with her. You never told her you were moving, every time she wanted to go to your house, you'd avoid it saying your house is having a renovation, but in reality your house is just in the process of packing. You just couldn't bring yourself to tell her the truth even if you accepted the moving part. What makes it worst is that today, your last day is her birthday too. You leaving her without saying anything, on her birthday too... it just hit you hard in the heart.

You kept on spacing out thinking of what would happen without her. "Uh hey y/n you alright?? You seem to be spacing out a lot, do you have anything to say? Yknow, I'm all ears." She said "oh uh I'm fine its jus-" your phone ringed. It was your mother. She told you to go back home, the car was ready. While you both were enjoying pizza together for her birthday, you finally had to go. Your worst nightmare came true. "I'm sorry, I have to go" you abrutly ran home, Hu Tao also tagging along since she was worried, because it was raining. Tears fell down your face while you were running.

When you finally reached home, you already saw the moving truck driving away and your parents waiting in the car. You both paused. "Y/N...whats all this.. why is your house empty.. WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" she shouted while trying not to cry. "I'm sorry I'm sorry...I'm so sorry.. I just couldn't tell y-" You were already sobbing and you couldn't bring yourself to turn around and face her anymore. "SORRY FOR WHAT?? Why are you leaving...on my birthday too EVERY OTHER DAY AND MY BIRTHDAY TOO?! Why couldn't you just simply tell me," she was hartbroken "Y/n.. I..hate you." Those words immediately broke your heart into pieces. After she said that, her eyes started getting teary and she ran into the rain. You slowly walked into the car dripping wet and never saw her again.

Well thats not until you went into the prestigious Teyvat University. You had went to Inazuma to continue middle school and high school. In university, you are now majoring in law with your friend ever since you came to Inazuma, Kamisato Ayaka. Though Ayaka had an unexpected meeting with her brother so that left you alone on your first day. And when you were in your first ever lecture in that school, there you saw Hu Tao. At first you were surprised.. did she study hard knowing that you'd be here because you kept on saying "I'm gonna be the best and aim for The University Of Teyvat to study in law, just wait for me!" back then.

She had sat beside you. "Hey, nice to meet ya, I'm Hu Tao. You are?" She was dressed so differently then when you were still friends with her.. but she still had that one bracelet you made for her. "Uh hello, my names Y/N." you smiled. "That name sounds oddly familiar but somehow I can't bring myself to remember. Eh thats not the point, lets work hard together!" You thought to yourself, 'Did she already forget me.. I mean that doesn't matter, after I left her like that its good that she moved on.' The lecturer then started the lesson and fast forward to after the class. "Hey Y/N would you like to go to a cafe to do the assignment? I know a place that serves delicious pastries and coffee!" Hu Tao said "Oh sure I'd love to." you replied back.

You both started doing your assignment when suddenly, in a serious voice she said "Hey yknow the past 5 years without you.. was tough but I was sure that you'd be here in Teyvat university so I studied hard! I really missed you, and if you thought I moved on.. no I haven't at all, you have been on my mind everyday since you left me and I'm glad that i get to meet you once again." Those words brought you into shock and later tears.. she actually remembered you after everything you've done to her!

#hu tao x reader #hu tao #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact modern au

[yunjin-darling]

[𝐹𝐼𝑀-𝐿𝑂𝐺] — 𝑌𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 #𝟹 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

I just released 3rd of FIM-VLOG that was filmed during our 100th day, and I wrote a song back then! It was revealed as the 100th day song. I might be cry again when I telling Fearnot about this. Well, I wanted to write down everything. I worked hard on it. Everything, my honest thoughts, everything. I really hope Fearnot can enjoy it even tho I was so nervous. Long short story, I'm still not sure it's quite confusing how to express all of my feelings. I have a lot of thoughts. But I feel like I'm the most honest when I talk through music. There nothing better than music when I'm relieving all of my stresses.

I can't talk too much about my struggles to others because they might get struggle as well. That's why I tried to express it through music and it just all naturally flowed out. Funny story is that I've actually never finished a song, I always stopped at one verse or somwhere in the middle. Easy to start but hard to finish. And finally it felt like I took my first steps and I know I can do better in the future. On the outside I might look like a complete extrovert, and now you've seen me. Express myself through music.

You've probably read the lyrics as well, unlike how I may seem. Something inside me, there's like another world. I'm super bright and bubbly on the outside, but most of the time I get influenced by things that unseen. Perhaps, that's all from me. You can check the full version on youtube, and don't forget to bring your snack!

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