#i'm still mad about this years later yes hello

[27thswan]

❝ 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞. ❞ hsr x reader

synopsis. you couldn't help but feel jealous, he's been spending more time with someone else, and you feel like there's suddenly another person in the picture, you can't help but think if he's.. falling out of love?

warnings. angst to comfort if you squint but more comfort and fluff, jealous reader

author's name. one of the only angst stuff on my old blog hello??!!

pairings. multi hsr men x gn!reader

doesn't realize 'till you tell him ・caelus, gepard, luocha, arlan, yanqing, dan heng, dr ratio

huh? why are you sad? did he do something wrong? are his first thoughts, your little frown and puppy eyes didn't help much either, he helps a lot of people and talks to a lot of people, why are you sad? he just came back home and all he sees is your saddest expression yet, did he forget any events? no.. are you gonna... break up with him..? no no, it's too early for that, right? as he pushes these thoughts aside, he sat down beside you on his bed, your face with your tear-stained cheeks, and like there were still a bit of water swelling up in your eyes, all he could do was hold your hand, and ask what's wrong? did he do something you didn't like? are you hurt? was he not there in time? worried thoughts began to arise as more silence occurred.. "are you falling out of love with me?" the words really hit him like a bullet through his heart, never in a million years would he ever fall out of love with someone as thrilling, heart-throbbing, amazing, beautiful, pretty, or handsome as you, never in ten of thousands of centuries would he find someone as graceful as you were, he'd never find another you, but he'd always try, in every life, to find you. but all those negativity in his mind cut short from his heart speaking, instead of his mind thinking, and he couldn't help but let the words of love pour from throughout. couldn't help but cup your face while saying all those kind poet's choice of words. couldn't help but tear up for not noticing sooner. later pulling you into his warm embrace. a smile painted both your faces at the end of that day, and let the night you spent together be filled with love. (not the sexual way smh)

recognizes your little pout of jealousy ・jing yuan, sampo, welt yang, dr ratio

ohoh~ his honey bunny is jealous over his business partner? as soon as he comes again back to your side, "baby, don't worry about them, they're really just talking to me for business, don't pout at me like that.. you're too cute!" but you continued to do the little pout even on the way home, was it really that bad? his sly arm slowly slides over your shoulders as you both got home, "did i do something wrong, babe? you haven't kissed me a single time today, and i can't help but think you're jealous that i've been talking to someone, is that the case, hmm?~" he says, as he places his fingers on your chin, and forcing your gaze onto his, "tell me, are you jealous? just nod if yes, or no." awaiting your answer, all he did was smirk, 'till you gave in and nodding an answer of yes. as he got his taste of victory, he couldn't help but take your kiss as his award, "you shouldn't worry about someone like them, they're nothing compared to you, no one is on the same value as you are to me, you are mine, and i'm yours, no one else's. got that?" as you nodded, he placed kisses all over you, and a special mark, a hickey from him, and the future marks will always and only be from him. and he'll make sure you never feel like that again.

finds you cute when you're jealous (already knew)・blade, jing yuan, welt yang, luocha, argenti

your little frown was honestly the cutest, especially when you have your arms crossed like that! aww, he can't help but let out a laugh! after getting off a phone call from their co-worker, he looks down to see you, you and your adorable frustrated expression, "my my, seems like someone's mad, did something happen?" opening his arms for a hug, but you backed away, and walked off, wow, this might just be serious! we follows you back, "did i something, my beauty?" his snake-like arms slither around your waist, yet you didn't give a reply. "i like this game, let's see who'll break first, winner gets a kiss from the loser, okay?", your only response would be an angry, yet adorable glance. like a kid who didn't get what they wanted from the toy store. as you both arrived into your shared home, he picks you up and lets you land atop his lap. "why are you mad at me beautiful? oh, you must be jealous, no? you saw me talking to someone else other than you.. didn't you?" he asks, placing his head on your shoulder, his words slide off his tongue like honey, and it looked like to him you were panicking, "just give up now, and let me treat you right, i'm very sorry that talking to someone else made you feel like that, cupcake." and all he really wants in return is what you give him, a kiss and cuddles, and maybe more than just that.

w2e & chase atlantic my faves!!

#❛﹒⥥﹒ 🍁 ding ding: a finished show! #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x male reader #hsr x female reader #hsr fanfic #hsr blade fluff #hsr blade x you #hsr blade #blade hsr #hsr dan heng #hsr blade x reader #hsr dan heng x reader #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x you

[halfrican-heat]

Upstanding Gentleman (Ony)

Onyankopon was raised in a strict Ghanian household. He was pretty strait-laced...until he met you, of course. Still, Ony has many tricks up his sleeve that never fail to surprise you.

A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. So, this is the second Ony post I've had lingering in the back of my mind. It's in head cannon format but I think this could be something. Enjoy!

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Depictions of smoking marijuana; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (M receiving), Sex in childhood home, Black reader in mind, N-Word used; AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect

Pairing: Sober!Onyankopon x Stoner!Reader

Inspired by: Lauryn Hill and my bf :)

Sober!Ony was raised by a single mother who kept him in line. No drugs, no alcohol and he definitely had a curfew.

Straight A student and graduated the top of his class in high school

Spent majority of his childhood playing video games and taking apart old computers his mother would bring home from her teaching job.

Played basketball and practiced frequently with his friends

Loved taking photos and drawing

Only smoked weed once when he was seventeen and felt guilty about it for a week before he told his mom. (She smacked his head but wasn't that mad)

Never had a thing for drinking. His mom let him have some wine during his graduation dinner. His uncle, later that evening, gave him some liquor. Ony wasn't a fan.

Sober!Ony who went to college in a different state-- hours away from his mother.

He chose to go to a school pretty far away from home to study photography. He loved his mom but he felt like he needed a firm separation from his home life and college life.

That's where he met you. This sweet little thing from a town he had never heard of. So cute...

...and yet you smelled like trouble. Ony's suspicions were confirmed when you offered him a blunt in your car one night. Y'all had been talking for a minute at that point but you never gave off stoner vibes.

Ony declined but didn't mind hanging out as long as you rolled the windows down.

Turns out, you were a huge stoner. Bongs, smoking pieces, a stash larger than some of the ones he had seen back home. You weren't a plug, not really, you just really loved weed. You were super smart, too. Ony had known people like you from back home-- motivated stoners who smoked frequently but it didn't impede them getting shit done. You were like that and Ony really liked that about you.

Ony wasn't sure how to proceed at first but...one thing was sure: You had a hold on Onyankopon that he just couldn't deny.

Sober!Ony who, four years into your relationship, isn't super sober anymore.

"Mama, let me get one of them fruity drinks out the fridge." "They got alcohol in 'em Ony," You call from the kitchen. "I ain't ask you all that. They taste alright-- I feel like a classy nigga drinking them." "Okay, Classy Nigga," You say, bringing him one. "Mister Classy Nigga to you," He says, with a wide grin. "Pinkies out, baby."

Sober!Ony who branched out after meeting you but didn't partake as frequently as you did.

"Let me get a hit, baby." "Nigga, you don't smoke!" Ony kisses his teeth, side-eyeing you. "Then do that shit where you kiss me and blow the smoke in my mouth." You laugh loudly, throwing your head back at his nerve. "Okay, baby," You say, sparking up. Afterwards "Shit, where my inhaler at?"

Sober!Ony who made a great impression on your parents. Perhaps too great.

Your dad loves him, speaking highly of him every time your boyfriend comes up in conversation. "That Ony is a fine, upstanding gentleman," Your dad alway says. Little does he know... "What's that, ma?" His voice is husky in your ear as he thrusts into you roughly. His hand is over your mouth as your childhood mattress squeaks under your weight. Ony has you bent over, his pace punishing as he fucks you from behind. Tears streak your face as you helplessly claw at your sheets "Better be quiet," Ony drawls. "Don't want your folks to hear us, right? Or they gonna know what a slut you are for this upstanding gentleman."

Sober!Ony who loves the way you give head while high.

After many extensive and deep discussions about consent, Ony finally lets you give him head. At first, he was chilling. But then... "Shit, baby! Fuck," He groans, his head falling back. "Slow down, ma." You got his cum on your cheek from the first time he came but you don't care. You don't let up, taking his length down your throat. You suck the entire way down, slurping as you pull back to swirl your tongue around his leaking tip. Your tongue runs along the vein underneath his shaft before taking him back in your mouth, hollowing you cheeks as you slurp him down. "Fuck," He hisses, throwing his arm over his face. You had that man's toes curling and all.

Sober!Ony who loves how sexy you are at any given time of any given day but especially loves when you're feeling yourself while off the za.

Now the skies could fall...not even if my boss should call... Your hips sway seductively to the music as you take a pull from the blunt, in your own world. Lauryn Hill blasts from the radio as your lights change colors in a slow fade. Ony stands at the door of your shared bedroom, watching you sing and dance. You turn slowly, finally noticing him. You wordlessly hold out a hand to him with your body still moving to the music. See I don't need the alcohol...your love make me feel 10 feet tall... He takes your hand, pulling your body close to his. His hands trail your body, finding your ass as the two of you grind on one another. Yeah, Ony is gonna take his time with you tonight.

Sober!Ony who loves you as much as you love him despite your differences.

"Papa, you seen my bong?" "Judie?" "No, the other one." "She in the kitchen cabinet, baby."

"Ma, you seen my screwdriver?" "The fuck you doing drinking those?" "Bae...the tool. My tool." "Oh, it's on the counter by the microwave." a moment later "Onyankopon, what the fuck did you do to my damn radio!"

Overall, Sober!Ony who has changed a lot since the two of you got together. As long as you don't give him any cause for concern, he's happy to let you do as you please (and partake when he feels like it). You level each other up in ways no one expected. You're his lady and Ony doesn't want any one else but you.

"C'mere, my lil pothead," He says, cuddling up to you in bed. "Shut up, nigga." "Watch your mouth. Now lemme rub my legs against yours..."

A/N: I had fun with this. Asks are open!

#Onyankopon x reader #Onyankopon x black!reader #aot x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon smut #Onyankopon fic #reader insert #black!reader insert #fan fiction for black women #black reader #Lyv Writes #My Writing #Ony's Observatory #Lyv's Library #Sober!Ony

[blackopals-world]

Gardener!Yuu: (planting new annuals for the season) Love advice?

Writer!Yuu: (kneeling next to them) Yeah, I want to know everyone's opinions on love.

Gardener!Yuu: Well if you want to know so badly grab hoe and help.

Writer!Yuu: (reluctantly grabs a tool) So tell me you and Vil. I don't get how it happened.

Gardener!Yuu: Because you are young.

Writer!Yuu: You're only 2 years older then me.

Gardener!Yuu: and still the adult in this conversation. If you don't get how we work it's because you're not us.

Writer!Yuu: Then help me understand. You two are so different yet you get along so well.

Gardener!Yuu: I see. To be honest, you're right if you looked at us we couldn't be any more different. But we agree on one thing. Love. Neither of us believes in true love. Not that love isn't real but love is difficult. It's like a preannual flower. It blossoms so beautifully in the spring, wilts in the fall, dormant in the winter, and blooms again in the spring.

Writer!Yuu: I don't get it.

Gardener!Yuu: It means that it doesn't remain constant all the time. There are times when Vil and I disagree. And sometimes I think it would be easier to leave and never see him again but then a realize that I'm not mad at him. I'm mad at the situation that caused our argument and I know that it's more important to solve it rather than fight about it. To do all that you need tools, like that hoe in your hand digs in the soil you need communication to dig up the root of a problem. It's dirty work but with effort you plant the seeds of a relationship. The work doesn't end there, those seeds needed to be tended. Watering-empathy, sunlight-attention, and fertilizer-trust. These are just a few of the tools you'll need. You need to also look for parasites that gather on the leaves, little things that will fester and destroy your relationship if left untreated.

Writer!Yuu: that sounds like a lot of work.

Gardener!Yuu: That's why it's called a labor of love.

Vil: (arriving after work) Hello dear, I didn't know you had company.

Gardener!Yuu:(kissing his cheek) Yes, but besides that. I left some fresh-cut flowers for arranging later.

Vil: I thought we agreed to use them for perfume.

Gardener!Yuu: We agreed to use half for perfume and the few we have left over for making scented pouches for Rook and Epel. We can't waste a pedal of such high-quality peonies.

Vil: (kissing them) Of course love how could I forget.

Gardener!Yuu: You did for get my kiss this morning. I should collect the debt.

Writer!Yuu:(blushing) I'm gonna go. You two have fun.

#gardener!yuu #writer!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #vil shoenheit x reader #twst vil #vil twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland vil

[captain-mj]

Changling!Ghost attempting to court Selkie!Soap before ditching google and asking Soap's mom.

Hell yeah, love it! I also have the next part of this story already planned and ready to go so hope you guys are enjoying it

Ghost checked the time. Currently 4 am. The screen he was on now was an article of Selkies in Scottish folklore.

After reading about how selkies were sexually dominated by those that stole their coats for the dozenth time, he gave up. Every article held pretty much the same thing. An explanation of how men would force the female selkies to be their brides through their coat or how male selkies would have human families they’d see for a while before leaving. Several stated that once a selkie went to sea, they wouldn’t be seen for seven years and he needed to make sure that wasn’t true because he thought he’d go mad if Soap disappeared from him. 

Ghost set his head down. He wished he could sleep, but alas, it was evading him tonight. It’s why he decided to get some research done. Originally, it was to help him court Soap, but he had gotten a bit lost in the stories. 

There were clear distinctions he could make out. Everything before a certain painted selkies as malevolent or benevolent, some even implying there evil. Then the weird sexual stuff. Then when the catholics came and they could be healed by baptism. Considering Soap was very much still here, that wasn’t true. 

There was nothing on courting. Nothing. Just take their coat and force them. He didn't want that.

He checked the time and did the math. Because of the timezone difference it would be 8 where Soap's mom lived.

Ghost called her before he could second guess himself.

"Hello?" She sounded so soft spoken. Her accent just as thick as Soap's though.

"Hi. This is... Ghost? Soap may have called me Simon."

"Oh. I was waiting for your call. I have to say, I appreciate how safe you keep my son." Her voice grew to a whisper and it was clear she was moving around.

"Yes, of course. I'd do anything for him." He had been honest with Soap about one thing and that's that he really did want her to like him.

"Good. I will admit, I was worried when he said he planned to not tell you. Selkies are sensitive, especially my son." There was a threat right under the surface. "So why are you calling?"

"I want to know how to court him. Properly."

"..."

Ghost stared at the wall ahead of him and shoved himself through one of the most excruciating sentences of his life. "I've been looking into it, but I'm not good at human romance, let alone this. I want... Soap to be my husband and I want to be a good husband back."

"..."

Ghost gritted his teeth and bore the silence for a few minutes before finally getting an answer.

"Did you feel this way before seeing his coat?"

"I've felt this way a while, ma'am."

He swore for a moment he heard her sniffle. "Good. Good. I'll help you, okay? First, please disregard anything you've seen online."

"Already did. They mostly just suggest taking his coat or chasing him."

"Chasing comes later, doing that so early on is seen as tacky and too forward." She explained while Ghost felt a blush creep up on his face. "Right now, you need to prove yourself to be a good mate. Little difficult considering your jobs, but prove you're useful. If you were a selkie, I'd suggest hunting bu-"

"I hunt." Ghost interrupted. "Mostly deer. Would that... work?"

"Excellent. Yes. Bring him food and shiny objects. Also, wear your arms bare more."

"Why?" That didn't make much sense.

"Because Soap likes your tattoos. And your arms. I love my son very much, but I didn't need to know your measurements or how much you can lift. Congrats on getting to 275 on bench presses by the way. According to Soap, that's very impressive."

Ghost had turned bright red under his mask. "Thank you."

She laughed softly before humming. "Can you do something for me and not ask why?"

"Sure."

"Say you're doing this to control him."

Ghost paused and went to ask why before stopping. "I'm doing this to control Soap."

"Thank you. Good luck." She hung up on him.

He decided to brush it off, sure she asked for a good reason. 

So Ghost took her advice and bought him a handful of pens that glittered. Soap held them to his chest and blushed. “Thank you.”

Ghost nodded, staring at him. The next time he went to eat, he noticed Soap had given him some extra food. He immediately looked for him, seeing him talk to Gaz. Something warm spread through his chest before he fled to his room to eat. 

Soap visited him after a while and sat with him, talking casually. 

“You want to come with me on our next leave?” Ghost asked suddenly. “I have a cabin in Canada I go to occasionally.” 

Soap stared at him for a minute, clearly thinking. “I’m sorry, ask me that again.” 

“I have a cabin in Canada. It’s only an hour by foot from a coast too.” He looked at Soap who was still processing. 

“I thought you had a flat in Manchester?”

“Yeah, I do. But I have a cabin I hunt at. It’s pretty nice.”

“And you’re inviting me. To stay there. For a week. Alone. In the woods.” Soap leaned forward as he talked.

“Yes. You and me.” Ghost nodded. 

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll go.” Soap said softly.

-

“How much further?” Soap groaned at him. They had gotten off the plane maybe thirty minutes ago. The cab had driven them as far as the road went and now they had been trekking for maybe ten minutes.

“Stop being a baby.”

Soap groaned more. “Do we have to do this every time we need anything?”

“Yep.”

“I’m regretting this already. I think my feet are going to fall off.”

“We’ve walked way more than this for a mission!” Ghost didn’t understand, turning to look at him. There was a lot of snow... And he didn’t really prepare Soap as well as he could’ve.. 

He noticed that Soap’s face was completely red from the cold. He assumed he’d be immune to the cold, but he supposed without his coat, he was just human. 

Ghost moved closer. “Sorry.”

Soap blinked and stared up at him. His eyes were so big. Ghost really, really like them. 

He took off his mask and grabbed Soap’s face, very gently holding. If hypothermia had set in, rubbing would cause the ice crystals in his skin to tear. Once he thought Soap was a little more warmed up, he moved closer, gently rubbing now to make sure there was plenty of blood flow. Soap was still really red though which was concerning. 

Soap stared at him, a lot more aware of their proximity than Ghost. “Simon?” His breath made clouds but Ghost’s didn’t. It was an odd thing to notice, but they both did. 

Ghost slipped his ski mask over Soap head, tucking in carefully. “There. I don’t really get cold. I’ll carry your bag.” He took it from him and started trekking again. Soap grabbed his arm and followed. Maybe he leaned in a bit too much, making it hard for Ghost to walk, but Ghost wasn’t going to say anything. 

Finally they got there and Soap collapsed on the couch. Ghost turned the heat on and sat with him. He took off both their gloves and did the process he remembered for warming someone up. Start with the extremities. Ghost hummed softly. 

Soap pulled off the mask and tossed it on the table. “You gave me your mask.”

“Yeah, I was worried. Your face was super red.” He continued rubbing Soap’s hands until they felt warm. Ghost hummed. “I’m not rubbing your feet. You can just lose some toes.” 

Soap laughed. “Alright. Understood.” He moved a little closer. “This place is... To be honest, I was expecting a shack.” 

It really was a nice place. Two stories, big lofty rooms and mostly wood from the looks of it. “I’m a little insulted. But I like space. Plus no one can be hiding anywhere.” 

Soap laughed. “Paranoid as always, huh, Lt?” 

Ghost shrugged. “There’s a spare room. I know we’re married and all but...”

“I’ll be staying in the spare room for now.” Soap said quickly, blushing as he looked away.

Ghost nodded and showed him where it was. “Before you ask, there is a hot water heater and it lasts for hours. Unlike the one on base.”

“You’re making me a very happy man, Simon Riley.” Johnny smiled at him. 

Simon tried not to vibrate out of his skin. “I’m going to bring you so many deer.”

“What?”

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #Selkie Soap #changeling ghost

[thebearchives]

slow days in monaco | PG10

PAIRING: pierre gasly x single mom!reader

REQUESTED: [] yes [X] no

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SYNOPSIS: a slow day in monaco is like a bad omen, or so you were told. what happens when formula 1 drivers pierre gasly and charles leclerc enter the café you work at and spark up a conversation with your son?

WARNINGS: fluff, son has a name (thomas), reader can speak both french and english (translations are included), probably more interactions between pierre and the kid (sorry, not sorry. I'm a sucker for guys interacting with kids)

A/N: hello, hello!! first post alert!!! i hope you guys enjoy what i came up with during my dad!pierre brainrot. please don’t be a ghost reader! i love getting feedback, even if it’s just a small comment :)

( originally, this was supposed to be a series, and i’m more than willing to write more parts to this, but i’m not entirely sure if that’s what people want. that being said, send me a message if you'd like another part and I'll see what i can do! )

although there never truly was such thing as a slow and quiet day in a coffee shop in monte carlo, the mornings were just a little bit more mellow after the start of the formula 1 summer break. or at least they were to you.

this was your first year working at le pain d'amour, a bakery and coffee shop popular with tourists and natives alike, so you didn’t have much to go off of. you had started working there a couple of months prior to the monaco grand prix, and even three months later, you were still recovering from the weeklong madness. 

long gone were the mornings where you made coffee for f1 enthusiasts and team members alike. now, your mornings were spent serving tourists looking for a good instagram-worthy latte, and suit-clad men complaining about their early mornings and lack of vacation days.

unlike other days, today felt like your longest morning shift yet; halfway into your five-hour shift, with only about five customers sitting inside the cafe. ‘a slow day in monaco is like a bad omen,’ your coworker had said. to you, it just felt like torture.

another hour passed, the five customers long gone, now replaced with three individuals who sat scattered around the shop, all busy with their own devices. the bells above the front door chimed announcing the entrance of two men. with the way the two men loudly chattered in french, you doubted the need for the bells in the first place.

you moved from your spot leaning against the counter to the front cash register. your coworker, michelle, had stepped out not too long ago for her break, leaving the cafe in your very capable hands.

“bonjour! welcome to le pain d'amour, i can take your order whenever you guys are ready!” you channelled your best customer service voice and looked up. the smile you slapped onto your face faltered slightly when you realized the faces of the two men standing across from you.

there in front of you stood f1 drivers, charles leclerc and pierre gasly.

you snapped back into reality when charles opened his mouth, “bonjour! can i just get an iced coffee and a croissant sandwich?”

you nodded as you entered his order into the system, “and for you?”

your question was directed to pierre, who had been gazing at the (h/c)-haired boy sitting on one of the stools near the counter. his head snapped back to you, a smile following as he looked over your head at the menu. a quick apology left his lips as he requested some more time, before opting to get the same as his friend but with a cookie as well.

as you turned to make their orders, telling the men to take a seat wherever and that you would call them up whenever their order was ready, you missed pierre gesturing towards the young boy, pulling charles up to sit on the stools near the kid. the alpha tauri driver couldn’t help but miss his nephew as he watched the young boy colour his page with great focus.

the quiet clicks of keys, and the music playing over the speakers was now overshadowed by the aggressive sounds of a crayon scraping against paper and the sound of the two drivers chattering in french. although loud enough for others to hear them, the speed at which the two men spoke made it hard to understand what they were saying.

“maman, regardez ça.” mom, look at this.

you drew your eyes from the espresso machine to the five-year-old, thomas, and the paper held up in his hand. you absorbed the shapes and lines on the paper before looking at the boy who was smiling widely.

“devinez ce que c'est!” guess what it is!

his energy was palpable, no thanks to the three hours he had spent sleeping on the couch in the backroom while you worked outside. you looked back at the machine, noticing the coffee just barely starting to stream. 

you decided to entertain the boy, “hmm,” you furrowed your eyebrows in fake confusion, “est-ce un chien?” is it a dog?

“what?!” he gaped at you, “not even close! réessayer.” try again.

you giggled at the young boy’s exasperated face, “désolé, mon petit. je dois retourner au travail.” sorry, my child. i have to get back to work.

if it wasn’t for sanitary reasons, you would have reached over and ruffled his hair to get him to smile. instead, you resorted to calling out to him again, “stop pouting, amour.”

thomas grumbled, a mess of both french and english, albeit both sloppy, escaping his small lips.

a voice broke his muttering, “puis-je deviner?” can i guess?

both you and the boy looked over to where pierre sat, a small smile gracing his lips. you looked back at the young boy, eyes wide open and jaw slacked. 

you huffed a small laugh, “tommy, ferme ta bouche.” close your mouth.

thomas sat up straight, “you’re in f1!”

he turned to look at you, “maman!! driver! un pilote de course!” a racing driver!

it was endearing, listening to him exclaim in both french and english. you, yourself, had been raised in a bilingual household, with your father being a native english speaker, who met your monégasque mother on his summer vacation. you grew up in a household where both english and french were spoken in tandem, and now, with your own son, you couldn’t help but raise him the same way. 

you turned back to finish making the drinks that said driver had ordered, “oui, and he asked you something. sois poli et réponds-lui.” yes…be nice and answer him.

tommy’s eyes grew wide again and he turned back to the driver next to him, “pouvez-vous répéter votre question?” can you repeat your question?

pierre pointed to the drawing, repeating his question in english this time, “can i guess what you drew?”

thomas looked down at his drawing. an attempt at copying the foam art you had done on his long-empty cup of hot chocolate.

he looked back at you for guidance, gesturing you to come closer to him with his hand. you placed the sandwiches and coffees in front of the drivers, smiling apologetically to pierre for your son’s blatant avoidance of his question. 

“i’ll get you your cookie in just a minute,” you stated, to which he responded, “pas d'inquiétude.” no worries.

as you neared the cookie display, and thomas, he reached up and whispered into your ear, “what if he thinks my drawing is really bad?”

you looked down at the boy, a small smile gracing your lips, “i’m sure he’ll think you’re very talented, and if he doesn’t…” you trailed off as you placed the cookie onto a plate. 

after placing the cookie in front of pierre, you leaned down to whisper in your son’s ear, “i’ll fight him.”

thomas giggled, moving away from you to push his drawing in front of the driver, “maman said if you think i’m a bad drawer, she will fight you.”

charles’ chortle was loud, turning into a series of coughs as he choked on his coffee. you gasped quietly, quickly turning away from the three to avoid pierre’s amused gaze and get charles a tissue, to which he nodded with a red face, eyes watering. you began cleaning your station, ears not having to strain to hear the conversation going on behind you.

as charles’ coughs died down, pierre sighed, “well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

after a small sip of his own coffee, he continues, “is this a cup?”

you couldn’t see it but pierre was pointing to a spot on the drawing. 

thomas nodded excitedly, “mhm! c'est une tasse comme celle-là.”

the five-year-old pointed to the large array of coffee cups and mugs just to the left of where you stood.

pierre nodded, “is this design on top one of those foam…” he trailed off forgetting the words.

charles piped up from his spot, “latte form art?”

again, thomas nodded fast, “yes! but maman says i can’t have coffee so she makes me it on hot chocolate!”

both charles and pierre nodded at his words, “your mother is very smart, then.”

you turned around just in time to catch thomas nodding super fast, cheeks turning red at the compliment. 

pierre took a bite out of his sandwich and charles decided to reach out and make conversation with the kid, “what’s your name, buddy?”

“thomas! with an h,” he started, going on a ramble about his classmate who also shared the same name, but without the h. 

your attention got pulled from the conversation as you heard the bell chime again. this time, however, it was your coworker coming back from her break, keeping the door open for the person who was leaving the shop.

michelle smiled at you with a wave, tapping on her wrist as if to indicate the time. you looked at your own wrist, eyes widening to realize your shift was due to end in about 10 minutes. as slow as your shift had started, in the presence of the two drivers, you couldn’t help but be amazed at how fast time had passed.

there wasn’t much for you to do, waiting for the time to pass. as thomas continued chatting up the two f1 drivers, you made rounds around the tables placed in the shop, cleaning up any messes left behind.

with thomas and pierre’s loud voices filling up the air, it wasn’t long before michelle pulled you by your arm, eyes widened at the sight of the two very famous men sitting next to your son. her inquisitive look made you laugh quietly, explaining that they had come in not too long ago and had already ordered, and finished most of their food by the looks of it.

the ten minutes went by quickly, and you found yourself apologetically disrupting the very important conversation between thomas, charles, and pierre about whether or not a velociraptor could outrun charles in his ferrari. (charles: “velociraptors cannot run as fast as a racecar.” pierre, smacking his hand on the table: “you can’t believe everything you read on the internet!” thomas: “yeah! raptors are fast!”)

you smoothed out thomas’ hair, “hey, mon petit chou. i’m gonna go get our stuff from the back so we can get ready to go, okay? why don’t you start wrapping up the conversation?”

you left before charles could ask for your opinion on the matter, not wanting to face the wrath of either side if you defended the other.

by the time you made it back out, thomas was sitting on his stool, hunched over a piece of paper, a red pencil crayon held tightly in his hand as he drew something. the plate with pierre’s cookie now sat next to the boy, small teeth marks indicating that instead of the man who had ordered the cookie, the young boy was the one eating it.

pierre, noticing your return, smiled sheepishly as if embarrassed. whether it was for not ensuring your son had packed up before you came back, or for the fact that he got caught giving your son a cookie, you weren’t sure.

 “sorry, he said he wanted to draw something for us,” pierre started, his eyes catching the movement of thomas taking another bite of the cookie before darting back to your amused face, “and sorry for the cookie, i always intended on giving it to him, but i realize now i should have probably asked before if he could have one.”

you smiled at him, “don’t worry about it, either of the things. the cookies are by far his favourite item on the menu and he’s not had one yet, so no harm done.”

charles leaned over from his spot, pushing against pierre, “so, do you think i could beat a velocirapt-”

pierre’s groan cut him off, “fermez-la déjà.” shut up already.

charles poked pierre with his elbow, “no, you,” before he turned back to you, “google says raptors only travel about 40 km/h…”

you laughed, “i’m afraid i cannot give my answer without risking my life,” you gestured your head towards the boy still colouring, now with a blue pencil in his hand instead.

“i think that gave your answer perfectly.” though his words were directed to you, charles couldn’t help but stare at pierre, a cocky smirk planted on his lips.

before pierre could retort, thomas sat up eagerly, “j'ai fini!” i'm done!

he pushed the piece of paper into the middle of the counter, right in front of pierre. looking over thomas’ head, you couldn’t help but smile at the picture he drew.

two racecars, one red and one speckled with blue, the numbers 16 and 10 drawn on either car respectively. in between the two racecars stood four people. three squares bodies and one triangle, three boys and one girl. as thomas pointed at each aspect of his drawing including the people, not that any of them needed any supporting description, you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that the triangle stick figure was connected at the hand to the smallest square figure. you and thomas, holding hands.

after pierre and charles thanked thomas profusely, you helped him hop off the stool. you turned to look at the two drivers one last time, “thank you for keeping him entertained today, you really didn’t have to.”

“nonsense, he’s a good kid.” charles smiled, pierre nodding at his words, “hopefully, we’ll see you both again.”

you smiled, “well, i’m here nearly every morning, so y’know.”

you helped thomas put his backpack on, “have a good summer break, both of you. hope the rest of the season treats you two well!”

the racecar drivers smiled, waving bye to both of you as you walked towards the door. before stepping foot outside, however, thomas turned around.

 “maman’s number is written on the back! bye!”

A/N: second part is now posted!! read lonely nights in monaco here!!

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Hello! :D

I simply can't stop thinking about Barbatos being insanely attracted and so deeply in love with MC that he don't make the effort to hide it anymore, but the problem is: MC doesn't actually think that he feels that way.

(I'm using female pronouns for better explanation, pardon my english 😔🫶)

Like, MC lives with many ancient and immortal beings who have lived for many many centuries and she is only a human who lived for a few years. In mc's conception, she doesn't see a reason why any of them would be attracted to mc in any way, so she just lives peacefully with them, not really expecting any romantic approach.

Mc and barbatos have a friendship, and mc is attracted to Barbatos (who isn't really?), but doesn't do anything about it. Kinda like the attraction you feel towards your favorite idol, you don't really make a move, but you wish you could get married.

Barbatos notices and kinda feels the same way, sending discreet signals when they were together. He finds it strange, because he sees her obvious interest in him, but doesn't do anything about it.

As time passes, Barbs feelings grow stronger and he grows frustrated and is determined to show MC his interest, his discreet moves now are obvious (only when they were alone bc its barb, cmon). When mc is talking he is just staring at her with such lovestruck eyes, blinking slowly and repliying to her in a flirty way. Mc only grows more and more flustered, not making any moves still.

It gets worse in a degree that once barbatos corners her against a wall and stares deeply at her soul, saying something bluntly urging her to do something since he knew she wasnt oblivious to the situation. Maybe in a teasing way, maybe serious.

I dont know if my ideas came out clear and I honestly think I'm a little lightheaded bc of anti-allergy meds, but this plot has been haunting my mind and I had to tell someone. Stay safe!! 🫶🫶🫶

Hi there, anon! While I'm a little concerned about medications making you lightheaded (like omg please rest and I hope you feel better soon!), I do think I understand what you're trying to say!

Because ahhh Barbatos he's so reserved. When I wrote my long fic, there's kind of a theme where the MC character doesn't believe that Barbatos returns their feelings. It's the cause of much angst and anguish, especially in the later chapters.

I think this is because Barbatos doesn't really express his feelings all that much. He's always calm and collected. He doesn't really get worked up about much of anything. Even when he's mad, it's like hidden behind a smile. The only time we really see him get truly angry is with Solomon in Nightbringer. (I mean there may have been other times but that's the only time I can remember.)

Anyway, I love the idea that he finally picks up on MC's feelings and realizes he has to start being more expressive with his own feelings. I kinda think he might realize that he only has so much time with MC, assuming they're still mortal. Like he's gonna hafta do something because time is short!

I personally am very fond of Barb being a tease, so I like the idea of him kinda teasing MC about it at first. But eventually he's going to get serious. If he thought MC really didn't understand how he feels and wasn't picking up on his teasing and maybe couldn't respond for some reason, he would choose to get serious and direct with them.

So yes, I think this is a delightful scenario and I am always rooting for Barbatos to confess his true love to MC lol!

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Well i was talking about towl fav ep and fav richonne moment but i want your thought on twd too now :)

thank you so much clarifying anon, and for the question! i think the easiest way to do this is to break it up by show.

towl

favorite episodes: I think it goes without saying that just like everyone else episode 4 is my favorite. it's a stand out not just for towl but for twd as a whole and is magnificent from start to finish. as for the rest? i have a lot of trouble ranking them actually because i love all of them for different reasons, but I guess my other favorites in no particular order are:

6 because it was just SO satisfying. that reunion seriously healed something in me. I love the flashbacks and how their pillow talk was incorporated throughout.

3 because it had me literally screaming at my tv and i love angst <3

1 because i didn't realize how much i missed rick grimes until i got him back, and i'm still so impressed by how much they accomplished in that one episode. also i think andrew lincoln was phenomenal and the ending was perfect. it gave me that WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK!! feeling that set the tone for the whole series.

favorite richonne moments:

the family reunion in episode 6 goes without saying right? it's all i wanted from the series and they gave it to me and it was everything

like, all of episode 4 lol but the standouts for me are "you don't have to thank me ever" (like, that whole sequence of him saving her) "the only time I feel safe is when I'm with you" (because i'm STILL reeling from that) the without you I die monologue obviously and i also really love the specific way rick's voice cracks when he says "you think I didn't want to be with you? I tried everything" and the way michonne's lip trembles in response. i talked about how rick is suppressing his emotions throughout that entire episode and that's one of the few moments he loses his composure - it's SO effective

the full reunion in episode 2!

rick putting the ring on michonne's finger MID THRUST. hello?

the proposal! his nervousness! her obvious joy and delight! i actually really love how light and funny they were all throughout episode 5. i re-watch all of those scenes a LOT

rick pulling his gun on thorne when she put her hand on her knife while interrogating michonne/rick stepping in front of thorne's gun when she had it pointed at michonne.

MICHONNE THROWING THEM OUT OF THE HELICOPTER

an underrated moment from the finale i really love is when rick grab's michonne's fingers when thorne orders them to walk with their hands up. i love that he needed that contact!

in the finale when rick says he just wants to go home. he wouldn't have, and they both know it, but i love that he was allowed to express that. AND i love michonne's reaction to it.

michonne dropping her sword (again!) when she thinks rick is dead

i really really REALLY love the dream sequences from episode one. it definitely felt like a huge fuck you to everyone who said they never would have ended up together if the apocalypse hadn't happened. like! sorry but no! michonne is rick's soulmate! die mad about it!

twd

favorite episodes: 6x10 the next world, 7x12 say yes, and 3x12 clear for obvious reasons. I also really love 6x09 no way out for having one of my favorite richonne scenes ever, 4x09 after, 4x11 claimed, 5x11 the distance for the amazing richonne build-up, 9x01 a new beginning (richonne just feel VERY married), 9x05 what comes after because i was tense and distraught the whole time even though i was spoiled for the ending, and 9x06 who are you now: michonne's grief is so palpable even years later, danai was incredible and that scene with judith at the end wrecks me. plus the RJ reveal!

favorite richonne moments:

"i've never seen your face like that before." listen. LISTEN. years ago i saw a gifset of this exact scene right here on tumblr dot com and it was so cute that i decided i would watch the zombie show if those two get together. and now HERE I AM. it's the scene that started it all for me, and it's still one of my favorites because it's so cute.

FIRST KISS ON THE COUCH. arguably the best first kiss of all time

all of say yes but SPECIFICALLY when michonne drops her sword, and how she jumps into his arms when it turns out he's alive, the panicked way she says "no no no" when rick tells her she could lose him. but also, how goofy and silly they were the rest of the time. they have fun together! they don't just love each other, they like each other!

THE END OF 6x09 WHEN RICK WALKS OUT INTO THE HERD. michonne loses her shit completely in a way we didn't see again until the bridge. nothing is more terrifying to her than rick (or her kids) dying, and that will always get to me. the way she was the FIRST one out the door once denise gave the go ahead? the fact that the ONLY thing that kept her from running after him sooner was the fact that carl still needed her? GIRL???

rick smiling at michonne and carl on the train tracks AND the "i'm okay/I know/how?/because I'm okay too" exchange also on the train tracks. i'm a 'rick fell in love with her on the train tracks' truther forever and ever amen.

that hug at the end of 7x10 and the little kiss on her forehead :)

"I'm still with you." everything about that scene is just the two of them saying "i love you" without actually saying it.

"we should go to washington" oh my god the look on her FACE

in 4x09 that whole sequence where michonne sees herself in the walkers, kills them all, makes the deliberate choice to follow the tracks and they lead her directly to rick and carl???? the way she LOOKS TO THE HEAVENS AND CRIES??? rick's incredulous laughter and "it's for you"? what kind of invisible string tying you to me-soulmate bullshit?

the 9x05 "do you know why i fell in love with you?" dream sequence

9x01 "how'd I get so lucky finding you?" the domesticity of that entire scene.

first meeting at the prison. it's SO charged and it's so amazing to re-watch that scene and be like rick!!! that's your wife!!! and again. towl just confirms it really WAS soulmates meeting for the first time. incredible!

#richonne #the ones who live #to reiterate. i loved *every* episode of towl. there is not a single bad episode. i even loved the jadis stuff in episode 5 #although i will admit they should have probably condensed the 3 jadis/gabriel flashbacks into one to help with pacing #also i'm sure there are a ton of eps/moments i'm missing from the mothership but these are the ones that stick out for me the most #answered

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Put Me in a Movie - Chapter Eight

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re a famous actress and he’s one of the greatest directors of all time. What happens when you get cast in his new movie?

Chapter Seven

Sleep came to you easily that night. Adrenaline was still hot and heavy in your veins as your head hit the pillow. You still couldn't believe it. Miguel actually fought someone for you. If he was willing to do that then, was he willing to do anything?

Stella called you early in the morning. By that time, your phone was already blowing up with messages and calls. People asking for your side of the story, people wanting to know the details. You hated people like that, desperate for the latest celebrity news. Maybe that way their lives could feel less lonely. 

"Hello," you said on the phone, voice still groggy from sleep.

"There is no way in hell that I just had to find out from Instagram that Miguel O'Hara fought someone for you," Stella sounded mad. Not at the fact that you had people fighting for you, but at the fact that she had to find out drama from a second party and not you. Stella hated being left out.

"Sorry, Stella Bella, I guess I just forgot." Stella groaned at the nickname. Stella Bella was a nickname that you came up with a few years back. She hated it and you loved that she hated it. 

Stella then proceeds to scold you for the next twenty minutes using almost every curse word in her vocabulary (which was a lot.) She told you that you needed to be more careful. She said that you had a "tendency to act out under the influence." Stella was your friend, but at the end of the day, she still worked for you. You were not going to stand for this blatant act of disrespect. 

"Stella, if you're going to call me and attack me for something that I didn't have control of, at least make your argument interesting, " and with that, you hung up the phone. No 'goodbye' or 'see you later' in sight.

You felt bad, but Stella needed to learn her place. Yes, she was your manager and in charge of your career, but she had no right to talk to you like that. You often missed the funny and witty banter that found its way into your conversations with Stella, but lately, those traits were soon replaced with criticism and hate. Hopefully, she will realize her mistake and apologize.

Later that day on set, you found yourself put off by random things that used to bring you joy. Like Peter's stories about his wife and daughter or Jessica's presence. All you were focused on was what you said to Stella that morning.

Your demeanor did not go unnoticed. A lot of people on set noticed that you were sort of off today. They could tell by the way that your laughter didn't fill the room when Robert, the guy operating the boom, said a stupid joke. 

Miguel noticed that you weren't wearing your bracelet. It was a bracelet your mother gave you before she passed away. You mentioned in an interview once that you never leave home without the bracelet and that if you did, something definitely was wrong.

Miguel let everyone out for lunch early.

"Can I speak with you for a moment?" Miguel asked you.

You nodded and let him guide you to a secluded spot. The action mimicked the one from last night. Your hand in his, guiding him to the dance floor.

"You seem off today," he commented.

"Oh, I'm fine, it's just something I said this morning." You told the truth, but that didn't mean it was the entire truth.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he sounded sincere. Miguel looked down at you, "I can't have my actors going around looking sad. There's work to be done, but if you have something bothering you then I need to know."

You contemplated telling him the entire truth. Would he look at you differently if he knew of the things you said to Stella?

You huffed. You were a grown woman and not to mention one of the greatest actresses of the century. You shouldn't feel sorry for yourself. It was your own fault for bridging the line between business and pleasure with Stella. She was a great person and all, but the only reason that the two of you met was because she saw your potential.

"No, nothing's bothering me. I just need to go and salvage a professional relationship. Other than that, everything's fine now." You thanked him for having that quick chat. You began walking away, eager to eat some lunch when Miguel stopped you. He placed his hand on your shoulder. His touch was light in comparison to the death grip he had on the man that called you bitch last night.

"I just wanted to apologize for last night," Miguel ran his hand through his perfectly styled hair, "I let my emotions get the best of me and I shouldn't have reacted that way."

Why the hell was he apologizing for sticking up for you? Maybe he felt bad because of how unprofessional it looked, but the two of you were dancing on each other seconds before the incident occurred.

Nevertheless, you smiled, "Thank you for the apology, Miguel." You left out the fact that you liked it, that you liked him. You liked the idea of Miguel protecting you. There weren't many things in life that you enjoyed. It was all becoming too repetitive, but he and Fern were the only two things keeping you from going insane. Without them, you were sure that you would have been on the long list of actors and actresses that died way too young.

You turned around once more and walked away. Miguel watched as you walked away and he couldn't help but sigh. At first, he wasn't going to apologize. Then he realized that that might be a dick move considering that his actions might have caused you discomfort or embarrassment. The last thing Miguel wanted was for you to feel those kinds of emotions.

Peter and Jessica immediately sensed your changing mood. The pep in your step was back and the sparkle in your eyes returned. You sat next to Jessica with your tray in hand and smiled at the two adults in front of you. You took your apple from your tray, threw it up with the left, and caught it with the right, giving them a show.

"Well, you sure seem happier," Jessica states matter-of-factly.

"I guess I stopped feeling sorry for myself. Plus, all my problems have solutions so no need to worry," you shrugged.

You needed to apologize to Stella and set professional boundaries. No talking about parties unless they were work events, no talking about personal problems, no gossiping like you were high schoolers, etcetera. And so you did, that night you stayed on the phone talking and devising plans with Stella on the way to navigate the future of your relationship. It would be hard considering your past, but the future is always something to look forward to.

"Glad to see you're all better." You'd received another text from another unknown number, but the number didn't stay unknown for long. This time, accompanying the text was a simple heart made out of a three, a less-than sign, and his name. A name so simple yet it was rich with meaning: Miguel.

You made sure to save the number this time. 

Chapter Nine

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"Hah. That was quite the rookie mistake you made there, [Y/N]." Your boyfriend remarked as he killed one of your cards, making you lean back in frustration. "Archons, couldn't you have spared me for once! I'm starting to think you know all my strategies by heart." "Perhaps I do." The man in front of you chuckled, making you frown. "Welp, time to make a new deck." You sighed. "I've heard that Archon cards and a Xiao card might come out soon. You can bet I'll make an amazing deck with those cards." "I've heard that a Yae Miko card is here too. That could be interesting too, you could use that." "Hmph, No thank you. I have a personal grudge against that lady." He merely chuckled again as he made his next move, winning the TCG match.

Ah yes, your boyfriend. None other than the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato. You two had met, when you had shown up to prevent an assasination attempt, not knowing that the target was Ayato himself. You got the opportunity to fight against him, after which you apologised for just showing up since you had received some inside intel about the attempt. After that, for some reason, you two just kept bumping into each other, and soon you both grew a liking to each other. Two years later, you were already dating.

It was beautiful. Despite the busy life of the head of the Yashiro Commission, Ayato never treated you as a burden on his busy schedule. In fact, he very clearly separated out time from his schedule on a daily basis for his lovely significant other, aka you. You both always treasured dearly the time you two spent together.

As you both were about to start another match, one of his servants stepped in politely. "Lord Kamisato, I apologise for the intrusion, but we have a guest waiting for you inside. Lady Yae has come all the way down the Narukami Shrine, and she wishes to talk to you." "Can't it wait?" Ayato frowned. "I'm afraid not, sir. She has already come from a while, and seems to be getting impatient." Ayato sighed in resignation. "Alright. Bring her in." Moments later, that goddamn kitsune walked in, arms crossed, with a plotting, mischievous smile on her face.

"My my, Kamisato, you sure know how to make a lady wait. Oh, and hello, dear [Y/N]. Pardon the intrusion, but I'd like to speak to Ayato here." "Go on, I'm not stopping you, am I?" You replied back, irked. "Ah, so could you leave? You know, I'd like to speak to him alone."

Gods, this crafty witch sure knew how to make you mad. First she barges in on your alone time with your boyfriend, then demands to speak with your boyfriend alone, kicking you out when she's the outsider here? You restrained the urge to punch her pretty face, because it would bring a bad name to Ayato, instead bitterly walking past her out of the room, giving her an exclusive death stare. She had the nerve to smirk back.

Well, she wanted to talk to Ayato alone, but she never did forbid me from eavesdropping, did she? So you closed the door behind you, leaving only a sliver open, through which you could peek in. And when she spoke what she wanted to, your blood boiled.

"Say, Kamisato, I've been thinking. We've known each other almost our entire lives. What if we were to get in an official relationship? Despite its good stature, you cannot deny that the Yashiro Commission is still in a sticky situation, also severly understaffed. The constant assassination attempts mustn't be making it any easier. If we were to date, it would affiliate the shrine with the Commission. With the backing of the Grand Narukami Shrine, no one would dare to touch the Yashiro Commission. Quite advantageous for both of us, don't you think?"

How dare she? How dare she? Propose this by kicking YOU, his s/o out, in OUR alone time? The sheer nerve and audacity! But then a thought entered your mind. What if she was right?

Your clan wasn't that well-known. You knew that many eyebrows had been raised when you two came out with your relationship. It would certainly be better for Ayato to be with Yae instead, because everyone knew the power her position, and very name itself held. With her in the picture, definitely no one would dare to even lay a finger on the Yashiro Commission. And Ayato's next words shocked you.

"What's in it for you, I wonder." He mused.

Your breath hitched. The fact that Ayato seemed to be actually considering this... You couldn't hear any more. You quickly left, choosing to go down to the nearby beach alone to sort out your thoughts. You didn't bother telling anyone. They do say that curiosity kills the cat.

Had everyone else in the Commission been thinking the same thing? Had they been secretly gossipping about you behind your back? You should talk to Ayato about this tomorrow. And then you would get yourself out of the picture, for Ayato's sake. You'd have to leave, to make way for that kitsune, for Ayato. You just....

As you walked along the beach, wrapped in your thoughts, evening changed into night. You seemed to have walked a long way. Tired, you plopped down onto a big rock, staring at the stars. The stars that people said decided someone's fate..

You would be lying if you said you weren't jealous of Yae Miko. She was literally perfect in every way. Flawless appearance, incredible power, appealing personality, everything someone could ever want in a lady. What were you even compared to her?

"Dear, dear me, Who is this 'her' you speak of?" A voice spoke behind you, scaring the living daylights out of you. Or living nightlights, whatever.

"Ayato?? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be talking to- to her..?" You asked, your voice breaking a tiny bit in the end. Of course, Ayato noticed. "That was hours ago, love?" He said simply. "I've been searching for you since. You know, since you just disappeared without any note whatsoever. You had me worried. Now, you seem to have a lot on your mind. Who is this her you speak of?" When you didn't respond, he took a guess. "Surely you're not referring to Miko, are you?" You responded in a small voice. "I.. I heard." You mumbled.

He immediately understood. "Ah, I see. My my, someone's gotten jealous." He chuckled. "No, it isn't that." You said hurriedly. "It's that... Maybe she is right. It would be better for everyone if you two were together, instead of us."

That stopped him short. "...You say you hear, but you clearly didn't hear everything. Or you would have heard that I immediately rejected her proposal. I don't want to be with someone I don't love, [Y/N]. So drive your worries away, darling. Because you?" He put a hand on his heart, showing a rare sincerity. "You're my first love, dear, and I promise you'll be my last."

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[rc-writes]

Hello! Wanted to start of by saying that ur account is so adorable!

But I was wondering if you would read something fluffy for Ethan Morgan (my boy deserves more love & attention from the fandom)

I don’t have an exact prompt but maybe, like it’s their first date as a real couple or something thats just super fluffy!

Thank you again!

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬 & 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨  |  𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: ethan morgan x reader

warnings: reader is mentioned to have helped the rest of the gang with supernatural events, geese are present, possibly a grammar mistake here or there (please let me know if you see any)

a/n: hi! thank you so much!! i spent forever editing everything so it makes me so happy that people actually like it! and thank you for sending this request in, sorry it took forever for me to actually write it :/ but anyways, i hope you like how i went with this!! also there's a second a/n at the end btw

“Ethan, you really didn’t have to do this.” You and Ethan stood with arms linked in line to get into one of the few fancy restaurants in Whitechapel. You both were only standing in the entrance area but you could still see how beautifully laid out the place was. White tablecloths and sparkling silverware sat upon each table, soft string lights hung from the ceiling, and low music played. “I do appreciate it, I really do, but you don’t have to spend this much money on me.”

“We’ve been officially… together,” He spoke as if it was still so shocking to him. “For almost two months now and for once there’s no monsters or ghosts attacking. I wanted to give you the nice and calm date you deserve.”

You blushed slightly and began to explain that as long as you were with him any type of date would have been perfect when the man at the hostess stand started talking.

“Do you two have a reservation?” 

“Yes, I reserved a table for two.” Ethan answered. “It should be under the name Ethan Morgan.”

The man nodded and began tapping on a computer screen to look up the name given in their system. After a bit too long of silence the man looked up, seemingly annoyed by something. “That name is reserved for the 20th, it’s the 15th.”

“Oh, uh… sorry about that.” Ethan stuttered, embarrassed. “I guess I must have told you guys the wrong date.”

“Appears so.” The man spoke in a deadpan voice, he didn’t have time for this. 

“Saying the wrong date, must happen all the time, right?” You tried to ease the awkwardness with a joke.

The man seemed to hold an even more annoyed look now. “No. Now will you please move on, there are many others behind you with actual reservations for tonight.”

A few awkward smiles and nods later you and Ethan were out the door and halfway down the street. Your arms were still linked but neither of you said anything until you made it around the corner.

“I’m so sorry Y/n for messing the dates up.” Ethan finally spoke. “We’ve been through so much weird and awful stuff this past year and I wanted to give you one nice day. I completely understand if you want to just go home and forget this ever happened.”

You immediately stopped in your tracks causing Ethan to stop as well and you moved to stand in front of him. “Ethan, it really isn’t that big of a deal. You don’t have to feel bad about making an honest mistake. The fact that you went out of your way to make a phone call to reserve us a table is enough to show me that you care.” 

Now Ethan was taken aback. “You're not mad I messed up your day?”

You laughed at his sincerity. “Of course not E! And you didn’t mess up my day in any way. As long as I'm with you it’s a perfect day. Well, maybe if there’s not some ancient spirit or something involved.” 

Ethan laughed at the reference to the event that took place just the week before. “So what would you like to do now?”

You thought about the options for a moment. At first you thought about just watching a movie, but since Ethan insisted on having an actual date you had to think of something else. “Maybe we can spend the day at the park? It’s only a block away and I heard they put in feeder machines where you pay a few cents to feed the geese.”

The smile on Ethan’s face vanished the second you said the word “geese”. “Uh, how about something else?”

A slight smirk began to appear on your face as you removed your arm from Ethan’s and crossed them over your chest. “Are you afraid of geese? You’ve fought evil vampires and spirits but you're afraid of a few geese?”

“Vampires and spirits have weak spots and can have some sense of humanity. Geese just permanently have murder on their mind!” 

You laughed at his choice of words. “I can agree that they do look and act like that sometimes, but if you move slowly and calmly they won’t be as reactive.”

“Since when were you a geese expert? And we’re not exactly dressed for the park.”

You laughed once more. “Says who?” You then grabbed his arm to start quickly walking to the park.

Sure enough once you both arrived at the park you spotted about two dozen Canadian geese wandering around in one big group.They were all standing within a few feet of the new feeder machines, they must have already figured out that’s where the food was stored.

“Oh look there’s babies!” You pointed out to Ethan and then began to quickly but calmly make your way to the feeders.

And while the baby geese were quite cute the fact that there was a very protective mama goose nearby made the whole situation even more terrifying for Ethan. Despite how many times you insisted that he would be alright, he insisted on staying a good distance from the geese. He wasn’t exactly okay with you approaching them on your own. That’s why he decided to hold a handful of feed just in case if they started attacking he could throw it to the side in hopes of changing their focus. 

But the geese never did attack, they actually seemed to like you, or at least like the fact that you were giving them food. One brave baby goose even decided to slowly approach you. While being very aware you were being closely watched by the mother goose you slowly crouched down and slowly held your hand out for the baby. It didn’t hesitate to walk forward once the food was in sight.

Ethan watched from the sidelines in awe, he couldn’t believe what was happening in front of him. He’s seen you fight off vampires, spirits, and everything in between, but the fact that you were fearlessly feeding a swarm of geese seemed so impossible. Either you walked out of a Disney movie or these were the nicest geese known to man.

“Come one, I promise it’ll be alright!” You called out to Ethan. And after a few moments of hesitation he finally decided to walk, very slowly, in your direction.

“Holy crap I’m standing in the middle of a swarm of geese.” He breathed out once he was next to you, if he was any closer you would be holding him. One goose moved closer to him in search of food to which Ethan haphazardly threw the bird feed, still in fear of them getting too close.

“You don’t have to throw it. If anything, throwing food around makes them more crazy.” You pointed out. “Here, let me show you how to hand feed them.”

“What?” Ethan croaked out before you pulled him down with you to sit on the ground. 

You poured a bit of food in his hand and then slowly began to hold it out. “Just hold your hand out and they’ll care more about the food than wanting to attack you.” You reassured. “Though they might accidentally bite your hand.”

“What?” Ethan’s eyes went wide in fear at your attempt at reassurance. He then began to giggle when one goose started eating out of his hand. “Actually it kind of tickles a bit.” 

After that Ethan wasn’t as afraid of the geese as he was before. And after a short time you two both ran out of change to buy more feed and began making your way back home.

“You know I’m kinda glad you reserved the wrong date.” You admitted as you and Ethan walked hand in hand on the sidewalk.

“Happy to know my terrified state made you happy.” Ethan joked.

“I can’t lie, it was kinda funny.” You laughed to which Ethan softly nudged your arm. “But I think I liked the joy on your face once you weren’t afraid either.”

2nd a/n: wanted to put this in a second a/n so i didn’t spoil anything. but this is half inspired by the fact that a few years ago when i went camping with some family there were geese around. and while everyone else kept their distance i managed to have one baby goose walk right up to me and eat out of my hand. it’s parents stared me down the entire time but i was so amaze it even walked up to me to care lol. also i can definitely see ethan telling benny all about the geese and genuinely not believing it until the reader reassured it actually happened. though even then I don’t think he’d fully believe it lol

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[writercole]

Could you write something about hangman finding out he has a child w/ his ex gf from his hometown? Maybe they were together b4 he went to the academy or basic? The kid’s not that old, maybe 5 or 6?

I apologize for this taking a few days. It's been crazy busy this week!

This is in development to be a series but here's the opening blurb/prologue.

Words: 732

Jake was relieved to finally be home. He loved his job in the Navy and the people were...okay, but like Dorothy said, there's no place like home.

He wandered around downtown, saying hello to the people he knew and seeing how much everything had changed in the seven years he'd been gone. It was a miracle that anything was familiar; there had been so many more chain stores when he was here last. Now everything was small businesses and honestly, he was kind of happy about it.

He ducked into a book shop, smiling when he smelled the freshly brewed coffee overlaying the natural scent of the paperbacks and magazines. He grabbed a drink and started to browse, checking out the vinyl first, looking for a gift for his sister's birthday.

As he rounded the corner into the literature, he stopped short when someone bumped into him.

"I'm so -" a sweet voice said.

Jake was stuck in a state of shock as he looked down at the woman before him, recognizing her instantly despite the new hair cut and color.

"Allie?" he whispered, his brows raised in a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Oh, Jake. You're home," she gasped, suddenly very embarrassed by her lack of makeup and comfortable clothes.

"Yeah, I've got a two week leave," he told her, "how are you? It's been so long."

"Um, well," she started.

"Mom, look at this book I found!" a little voice called as the owner came streaking around the corner. A little girl, about five or six, stopped next to them, looking up at the woman in front of Jake and holding up a book.

"Oh, that's so cool, baby," Allie responded enthusiastically, picking up the book and looking down at her daughter with a soft smile.

"Mom?" Jake questioned as he took in the little girl standing next to the woman he left. She was the spitting image of her mother, except for the blonde hair and green eyes. Those were familiar.

"Uh, Norah, this is my friend, Jake," she introduced, her eyes pleading with him to be rational about this.

"Hi, Mr. Jake," Norah chirped as she stood close to her mom.

"How old are you, Norah?" he asked as he stooped down to her level, getting just a bit closer in order to confirm what he already knew.

"I'm six. How old are you, Mr. Jake?"

He grinned at her response; she was as quick-witted as her mother and - "I'm the same age as your mom. I knew her really well before I joined the Navy."

"You're in the Navy?!" she exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice as she turned to look up at her mom. "Do you think he knows my dad? Do you think he could get him to come back?"

Jake's heart clenched at her words, looking up at his ex-girlfriend, her face matching his with a look of terror.

"Hey, Norah, why don't you go see if there's any books Addison would like," she suggested.

"Can we bring them after we leave?" the little girl asked, her eyes wide with delight.

"Sure thing," Allie agreed, "I just need to talk to Mr. Jake a minute."

"Okay!" Norah skipped off back to the kid's section, forgetting all about the idea that Jake could know her dad.

"Jake, I can explain," she started, watching Jake stand in a daze.

"She's mine, isn't she?" he asked quietly, his eyes still focusing on the spot where Norah disappeared around the corner.

"Yes," she responded in a whisper. Her head dropped and her shoulder sagged, bracing herself for an outburst she'd come to expect.

"Can we meet up later? Talk?" he questioned. "Without Norah if you can make it happen. I think we have some things to discuss."

"You're not mad?"

"At myself? Yes. At you? Never."

"I'll..I'll text you," she stuttered as her eyes met his again, seeing a longing in his eyes she'd never seen before. "Same number?"

"Yeah. I'll wait for it," he nodded.

Jake watched as she turned around and headed for the kid's section, collecting Norah and paying for their books before walking out of the store. He stood frozen in his spot, his reason for stopping long forgotten. He had a daughter. All this time, he had a daughter. And he didn't know what to do with that information.

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[fritz-federleicht]

Parasite Eve recording/ Oliver Sykes x reader

Summary: you record the female voice in the song Parasite Eve. For this you visit your boyfriend in the studio

Words: 1388

FLUFF

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"Honey don't forget to come to the studio later. We need you today." Oli leans his forehead against yours, your eyes meet.

A few days ago he asked you if you could record something for a new song by BMTH. Of course you said yes, as long as you didn't have to sing. Now he's on his way to the studio, you'll join him later.

"Oh right, I almost forgot." The sarcasm is clear in your voice, a smile forming on your lips. Oli grins back, his arms tightening around you.

"Practice your lines okay? I sent it to you. See you later." He kisses you softly, your noses touching.

After a long time, Oli breaks away from you, his hands resting on your cheeks. "I miss you already, but I have to go now." He kisses your forehead.

"Love you." He grabs his keys and is about to step out the door, suddenly he comes back towards you.

"One last kiss." He grins at you and quickly presses his lips on yours.

Shortly after, he leaves the apartment. You close the door, then prepare to meet him in the studio.

Later...

You stand in front of the studio. You ring the bell, the door is immediately opened by your boyfriend.

"Y/N darling, I've been expecting you." You enter the entrance and walk towards him. Your hand rests on his chest as you lean in to him. You greet each other with a short kiss.

"I love to walk along here, there are mementos of your past careers hanging everywhere." You look around in amazement as Oli leads you by the hand into the studio.

"I'm surprised every time what we've been able to accomplish." He squeezes your hand.

You stop in front of a shelf. In it are Kerrang Awards from a wide variety of years.

"By the way, only Jordan is here right now. The others were going to get something to eat. They'll join us later." You look up at Oli and nod.

You continue walking and finally enter the studio.

"Hello Y/N. Good to see you again." Jordan walks up to you and pulls you into a hug. You hesitantly let go of Oli's hand and hug him back. "Hey Jordan."

He breaks away from you. "You ready to record?" He smiles.

"I'm a little excited." He puts a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. "Everyone is the first time." He turns and heads toward a small booth with a microphone inside. "But you'll do fine. You're talented."

Your cheeks blush. Oli sees this and runs his tattooed hand over your cheekbones, smiling. You bury your head in his chest. He puts his hand on the back of your head, the other around your shoulder. Slowly he cradles you in his arms.

You feel a light kiss on the crown of your head. "Babe, you're going to be good at this.

Jordan's right, my girlfriend is talented." He runs his fingers through your hair.

Your cheeks turn even redder. If that's even possible. You breathe in Oli's scent one last time. His familiar scent soothes you, finally you detach yourself from him.

Oli clasps your hands. "Are you ready." You exhale loudly. "Yeah, I'll be fine. But don't be mad if it goes bad."

"Y/N!" Oli looks at you reproachfully.

"You guys are so sweet. I would die for a love like that." Jordan sits in a chair, grinning, leaning far back, his arms folded.

"Come on dude, don't act like you're not in a good relationship." Oli releases your hands and walks up to the now grinning Jordan, only to lightly punch him in the arm.

"Ouch!" Jordan exaggeratedly holds his arm. "Don't act like that, I barely touched you." Oli stares at him with a motionless face.

You shake your head and stand next to Oli. "Don't fight." You try to mediate the two and put a hand on each of their shoulders. "Shall we get started now?"

"Of course honey. When you feel ready." Oli lowers his head to your hand, which still rests on his shoulder, he kisses your fingers lovingly. You look at him adoringly.

The moment is shattered as Jordan speaks up again. "I mean it, you guys are really cute together." You look to him, his eyes reflecting total seriousness. No joking around.

Apparently Oli notices too, because he slaps him on the shoulder with thanks. "Thanks man. I appreciate that."

"So I have to go in there?" You point to the small room with the mic. "Yep, I'll show and explain everything." You follow Oli into the room.

A few minutes later, you know how everything works and you're standing in front of the mic with headphones on.

You hold your phone in front of it, open on it is the text that Oli sent you.

"Babe, we're about to start." You look at Oli and Jordan and nod.

The music plays. Oli's recorded voice is heard, as it fades you start saying your lines.

"Please remain calm

the end has arrived

we cannot save you

enjoy the ride

this is the moment

you've been waiting for

don't call it a warning

this is a war."

The music stops. You look uncertainly at Oli and Jordan. Well, actually only Jordan, because your boyfriend is not next to him.

Suddenly the door next to you opens. Oli enters the recording room, grinning broadly. "I knew it! You have a talent for this." He pulls you to him and kisses your forehead.

"How good is it?"

"You're still asking that? It's perfect honey! Perfect!"

"Really? Then let's get right on with it."

Oli looks to Jordan. "Let's do that part with me. Okay?" Jordan raises his thumb. Oli grabs headphones that are lying around somewhere and puts them on. Oli winks at you.

You speak the same lyrics as you just did again. Oli leans forward to give his voice more power. It sounds powerful and beautiful at the same time. You smile at each other.

"Thanks Oli, that's perfect too. And sorry Y/N, but on the chorus we'll have to lower your voice a few octaves later." Informs you Jordan while he turns knobs.

Oli leaves the room, but not without giving you a quick kiss.

"So now we're already getting to the end of the song." "Ready." You say before Jordan can ask you.

He smirks and plays the music. Your only task now is to repeat the same phrase over and over.

"We cannot save you

We cannot save you

We cannot save you

We cannot save you

We cannot save you."

You clap your hands in delight as Jordan gives you a thumbs up. You smile as you see the other band members next to him. You quickly put down your headphones and leave the room.

"Hey guys, I missed you." You hug each of them in greeting. Oli stands next to you and wraps his arm around your waist.

"Y/N I'm excited." Says Matt. "That sounded really good."

Lee nods in agreement. "I'm sure the recordings are too."

"Guys, she even only needed one try for each recording. And you know how hard that is." Oli pulls you closer to his side.

Everyone makes an appreciative face. "Respect Y/N, respect." Says Matt.

You blush. "Thank you." Oli smiles.

"Shall we continue recording?" Jordan asks your boyfriend. Oli nods. "You can rest for now. Lie down on the couch."

He leads you to a comfortable looking couch. You lie down on it. "Honey may I have your jacket?"

Oli grins because you're shy. "Of course you can have it. Here." He takes it off and puts it in your hands. Immediately, his scent wraps around you. You snuggle it against you.

Oli rests his hands next to your head.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

Oli grins at your answer and leans down to you. Your lips meet.

"Do that at home, Oli we want to record."

Oli rolls his eyes, you grin. "Get some rest." He kisses your nose, then turns around.

Shortly after, you fall asleep to Oli's singing, clutching his jacket tightly as you do so.

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[youngstarfishphilosopher]

Smoke and Mirrors

Yandere Two-Face X Oblivious Spouse Reader

(This one shot is based off the song Smoke and Mirrors. Warning: Mentions of kidnapping, being held at gunpoint, implied murder, extremely unhealthy behavior. )

You had always been known to see the good in everyone. It was one of the many things that Harvey loved about you.

Even from a young age, you had always had a good heart and always thought the best of the world,which is hard when you live in the hellhole known a Gotham City.

Although Gotham had taken away some of the innocent ways you view the world, the city never completely got rid of your optimistic and loving personality.And Harvey loved it.

The older you and Harvey got, the more he was certain he wanted to marry you. The first time he ever asked you out he was a nervous wreak. But he was overjoyed when you said yes.

After a while of dating, you decided to make your relationship official and go married two years later. Although life wasn't perfect, the two of you were happy with each other.

You worked as a kindergarten teacher while Harvey was pretty big on politics,mayors,law, and all the really random boring stuff you didn't have any interest in. But it made Harvey happy, so you were more than accepting of his interests.

Everything felt perfect. . . until it wasn't.

That one fateful day were everything in your life changed. You had been just finishing up with your shift when you got a call from the hospital.

"Hello?" You asked raising the phone up to your ear.

"Hello, Is this Y/N Dent?"

"Yes, this is. Can I help you."

You were still in the middle of your shift. So you assume that the person on the phone was one of the children's gaurdian.

Oh, how wrong you were.

"I'm one of the doctors from ________ hospital. I am calling to inform you that you husband has been in an accident."

You froze all in hearing those words. An accident? What kind of accident? Is he hurt? Is he DEAD?

"Hello?"

You snapped out of your shock when you heard the woman speak again. "Are you still there?"

"Y-yeah." You respond, your voice full of worry. "I'm still here."

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Harvey hated how he looked now. He had never been the same since that mob boss splashed acid on his face. He thought that once you saw his face, you would leave him forever, disgusted by the man you had once married.

But you... Oh sweet and kind you, stayed.

Even when Twoface came along, even with the switching and colliding personalities, even with the violent outbursts, you never gave up on him.

They both started growing obsessed, possessive,unstable. They made sure to keep there criminal activities out of your knowledge and leave you oblivious to the fact that they had been making the other people closest to you drop like flies.

This included Twoface. In all honesty, you didn't actually know about Twoface. Harvey just always played it off as him just having a really bad day whenever Twoface came through.

Neither of them could stand how some people, especially your co-workers, would look at you. How you were oblivious to the fact that so many of them wanted you for themselves.

They Despised it. How you never knew how much you had been hurting them. How you always gave those good for nothing meat sacks your attention.

Just who do you think you are to go and do something like that? Don't you know that you belong to them? Your THEIR spouse!

They would always come home annoyed and angry at those co-workers of yours. And at you sometimes as well.But you would always start acting all innocent and concerned,so they couldn't really stay mad at you for long. Harvey would just brush you off and say he had a rough day.

Twoface wanted to confront you head on. Show you a little murder or two and put it into your sweet little head that you can't go around doing something like that.

Harvey was opposed to the idea at first. Until one day he couldn't take it anymore. Two-face's idea had begun to sound extremely appeasing.

Especially because of one co-worker you had seemed to become attached to. They decided that they would be the perfect person for your punishment.

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Your head spun in a daze as you opened your eyes. You awoke finding yourself tied to a chair in a room you were unfamiliar with. As your eyesight started to clear up, you noticed two other figures in the room.

You soon recognized them. One of them was your husband, and the other one was your co-worker. The co-worker that was like a best friend to you.

You starred in horror as you watch your friend , who was bound, blindfolded and gagged immediately receive a slap across their face by your husband.

"Stop struggling!"

"H-harv..."

You were terrified as you watched the man you loved hurt your best friend. He had never acted this way before. It was almost as if he wasn't your husband at all.

He immediately turned to you with a scowl on his face once he heard the sound of your voice . "Well, Well, Well. look who finally decided to wake up frome their beauty rest."

Your fear soon turned into anger one you had came back to your senses.

"W-what... Just what the hell is wrong with you?! What on earth did you do to them!?"

"Harvey's" eyes darkened at your outburst. As he walked up to you , regret seeped through you.

"Harvey" roughly grabbed you by your shoulders and lifted you and the chair you were tied to slightly off the ground to reach his face, making you let out a small wimper.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me Y/N!" He snapped, holding your shoulders so hard that you started to think he was going to break them.

"Harv! S-stop it, your hurting me!" You wined. You then let out a small yelp as he immediately dropped you and almost made you fall over in your chair in the process.

"Hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but I ain't Harvey." Twoface said as he pulled out a pistol from its holder. That immediately shut you up. He took immediate notice of this.

Straddling himself onto your lap he raised the pistol to your chin and forced you to look up at him. Although his eyes were dark and bloodthirsty, they had a glint of amusement in them as well.

"Listen up darling." Twoface whispered into your ear. "Me and you are going to play a little game. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let that little home wreaker go free. How does that sound?"

You look past him to your friend. What other choice did you have? You couldn't just let your friend die.

Giving a satisfied smirk when you slowly nodded, Twoface put his pistol back into the holster. Now resting his arms on the top back of the chair, he sat there looking down on you.

"First things first, I want you to tell me that you love us."

"W-what?" You asked confused. "I don't un-"

"I know you heard me!" Twoface snaped. "Look me in my eyes and tell me that you love us!"

Flinching slightly from his out burst you took took a small pause before mumbling "I love you."

Twoface was getting aggravated at this point. "You and I both know that you can do better then that Y/N." He said now leaning even closer to you which made you extremely uncomfortable. "Lets try that again sweetheart, and this time, act like you mean it."

Taking a deep breath look looked up into the man's eyes and calmly stated the words that he so desperately wanted to hear. "I love you darling."

Twoface let out a small chuckle. "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

You didn't say anything.

"The next thing I want you to do." He states, getting even closer to your face."Is give us a kiss."

Wanting to get this whole game of his over with you immediately smashed your lips into his. Twoface responded by kissing back even harder as he roughly grabbed the sides of your head to bring you in closer.

He made sure that the kisses happened for as long as possible.

It soon got to the point were he would move away from your lips ,for your neck, and then move back to your lips again.

Once he was satisfied with all the hickeys he had given you, he pulled away slowly, leaving a taste of blood and copper on your lips.

He was able to quickly compose himself before going to the last part in his little "game".

Getting off your lap, Twoface reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny metal coin.

" You should know that this last little part of my game darling, is a game I like to call Heads or Tails."

Your heart sank into your chest. You had a feeling that you knew exactly where this was going.

"Here is how this is going to work. If The coin lands on the clean side, then I'll let your so-called friend go. If lands on the scratched side, then I pump them full of lead."

"W-wha-"

Before you could get a word in, he threw the coin into the air. As it gently fell back into his palm, he slapped the coin onto his other hand and reviled it to be . . .

Scratched.

Ignoring all of your begging and pleading, Twoface immediately pulled the pistol back out from its holster, and headed towards his hostage.

Ripping the gag off their mouth, you could hear small relived breaths.

Tears started to stream from your eyes as you kept on pleading to no avail. You then watched Twoface raise the gun to their forehead.

Then . . .

The sound of a gunshot fires.

You just sat there in shock. You tried to speak, but no words seemed to come out.

Harvey had now taken over as the two of them walked back over to you.

Sitting back onto your lap, he placked his head comfortably onto your shoulder.

You wanted to yell at him. Punch him. Kick him. Run away. But for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"Please don't be sad love." Harvey lovingly whispered into your ear. "We just couldn't take it anymore."

Sitting back upright, Harvey gently wiped the tear that had trickled down your face.

" Their not in the way anymore s-so just. . . " His voice now sounded desperate. "Please say that you'll stay with us. . . We love you so so much, darling. "

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[yuyusuyu]

blurred lines and lies — author's goodbye

hello everyone! first of all, thank you so, so, so much for reading this goofy series of mine and for giving it the love that you did! it truly always made my day whenever i would see someone giving feedback on any chapter whether it be showing distaste towards younghee the witch to showing support to jongho (and yeosang).

in my goodbyes to a series of mine, i like to talk a little bit about what inspired the series and all that good jazz!

inspiration... i took a lot of inspiration from ateez's not too late, faye webster's i know you, and mitski's i guess. however, somewhere along the way, i took a lot from my own experience with something almost similar to this. i used to have a friend since i was in fourth grade, and we'd have been friends for ten years this year. did i ever love him? i'm not sure, but i most definitely knew that he had a special place in my heart since he was very dear to me. he got a girlfriend, who i encouraged he should go after, only to learn she was toxic and manipulative towards the end. he decided to leave me behind and end our friendship for her because she asked him to.

honestly, i was really mad about it when i woke up and read his messages (yes, he texted me all of that). i'm thankful for my best friend who was able to talk sense into me, saying that i wasn't the problem but rather the girlfriend. (thank you always, my dearest dia).

it's been about a year since then. sometimes i wonder how he's doing, if he's still with his girlfriend (which i assume he is). i was very bitter up until recently, which was when i started writing this. i think this is just my way of saying goodbye to him and our friendship in all seriousness. i do still wish him the best, i always will. i just hope i look back at this goofy series of mine if he ever decides to reach out again and see that i shouldn't be as forgiving as reader is in this story (because i am a person who does believe in second chances! though, there was this one time my trusting nature got taken advantage of way too badly and, well, i try not to forgive others as easily as i used to. that is another story for another day omg another short series coming soon?!).

other than that, again, i just took inspiration from the three songs mentioned earlier! especially not too late, i would have that song playing hours on end while planning and writing the chapters!

in the beginning, this series was honestly going to be a two-shot where yeosang got cheated on and reader was just going to be there for him. i honestly don't know how it evolved into what it is now, but i went through my drafts on wattpad and i have a story similar to this where reader was in love with some dude from some group i liked at the time. reader watched said dude get married and then she fell in love with a mutual friend of theirs years later. i guess that's where i got the yeosang getting married idea from?!

when i was still planning the chapters and fine tuning the plot, yeoang and reader were always going to end up together. it just... felt right to me? jongho was always just going to see reader as just a friend, no more no less. but then i messed it all up and said: hm, why not have a love triangle! but with the love triangle, i didn't want to have just one ending. it wasn't fair to jongho, thus why both he and yeosang had their own ending!

a feedback i got for yeosang's end had me wondering about how it would actually be like if the story had ended with them being in a poly relationship. one thing is for sure: jongho would always be at yeosang's throat for no reason. yeosang accidentally cooked something reader didn't like? here comes jongho ready to tell him off for doing such a 'stupid' thing. jongho would for sure pick a fight over any thing, be it small or little, with yeosang. yeosang would, because he was always a little jealous of jongho from the start, either try to one up him in some way or get really insecure and grab reader's attention in that way and most definitely make a face of victory at jongho when reader decides to pamper him. very chaotic vibes, honestly. it's basically a war zone with reader being the mediator. unfortunately, i have no idea how to write poly relationships so you're all stuck with those two endings </3

i think that's everything i wanted to touch on! to my dearest friend who encouraged me to write this, dia who is not on tumblr which is a good thing because i would be so embarrassed if she were to read whatever i write, thank you!

if you have any questions regarding the story and whatnot, comment and i'll try to answer to the best of my ability!

again, thank you all for reading this! thank you all for liking the plot and sticking around for when i updated the series!

with much love,

yuyusuyu aka dea aka drea :)

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BLURRED LINES AND LIES | yuyusuyu 2023

#— ꒰‧⁺ ⌨︎ blurred lines and lies ! #yuyusuyu #ateez #yeosang #jongho

[sunscorpiomoongeminilady]

Yandere Arthur Hastings headcanons

WARNING : Drug abuse, kidnapping, stalking

A/N : I'm writing this to overcome my writer block. Then again, work kept me busy...*sighs* oh well, happy reading.

⚠️MINORS DO NOT READ THIS⚠️

Few months back, the first time he saw you was a silly, clumsy person who didn't get the job done correctly ; misplaced files, wrong censors, wrong editing and so on he couldn't keep track of. Then again, he can't be mad because he was on Joy.

He always sighs before helping you out, almost begrudgingly even though he still has many piles of old newspapers that he should get done before the deadline.

You always thanked him, something he'd actually appreciated mentally. Although, sometimes he lets himself be sarcastic towards you, even on Joy. Oh well.

In return, you offered to help him sort out his works and he flatly rejected.

You kept bugging him to let you help him, until he asked Miss Byng to have Clive that little shit help you or transfer you somewhere.

The reason you want to help him is because you have had a crush on him ever since he helped you. But, you heard from some co-workers that Arthur has a crush on a woman named Prudence.

So, you decided to make yourself a dependable person for him.

Unfortunately, Arthur keeps turning down your offer every time and starts to grow annoyed towards you.

After that, you slowly distanced yourself from him, feeling defeated and sad…pop some Joy, for God sake!

One day, you didn't show up for work. Then, day became week, week became months and months became one year you're absent from work.

Many of your coworkers think you have already gone on vacation ever since then. Arthur himself thinks so, and didn't care too much about it. All he knew was he was happy that you're gone.

But, that fateful day where he came across that newspaper about him and remembered his older brother Percy, he remembers about you too.

Where have you been? He thought. Surely you can't be dead, right?

It was decided. He will go looking for his older brother and you. Although, he was having a hard time venturing around the town. I mean, those Bobbies and Joy Doctors, honestly… Not to mention those bloody Mistresses…

But, he managed and got himself some nice skills…for safety reasons…(Yeah…not sure about that tho)

And one day, he saw you. Happy as always…but you're working at a tea shop. Chatting without any care with Bobby and the old lady. He came closer to you and said hello.

But, when he tries to make you remember him, you shake your head, telling him that he's got the wrong person. "Maybe that person was my doppelgänger?"

Something deep inside of him suddenly snapped. He was standing there, wide eyed. 'It can't be…' he repeated his thoughts over and over and over and over…

Looking at your confused face then pretty smile curved from your lips, you excused yourself and went back to working, wiping the table, leaving him there standing at his spot like an idiot.

How…how did it happen? There's no way that you could've forgotten about him within a month! His face was slowly turned into anger.

He decided to investigate why you suddenly forget about him while searching for clues about his brother.

Some weeks later, he met Sally, his ex-best friend in the alley. Honestly, he didn't expect that coming.

But, out of impulse, he tried asking her if Sally knew a person named (Y/n) came into her shop.

Sally avoided the question, and instead she asked him a favor to fetch cod liver oil.

He begrudgingly helped her and went a big length to find that goddamn oil, risking his life. By the time he got it, he immediately ran back to her shop and asked again.

Sally pursed her lips. She's shaking her head. When Arthur started to glare at her and clenching his fist, Sally sighed heavily. "Yes, they came here…asking me to make a pill that can erase their sad memories…" and went over to her table to take the black bottle from the drawer, which was labeled as "Oblivion".

Oh boy. Arthur only sees red. He took the bottles away from Sally's grasp and stormed out, leaving her blinking her eyes, not knowing anything.

He swore by the name of God, he WILL make you remember him at all cost.

And thus, his plans began…

You know that skill called Big Game Hunter? He will do anything, ANYTHING to protect you from any silly Bobby who tries to flirt with you, or any Doctor who constantly nags at you to take your Joy, despite being a big coward himself. But he didn't care anymore, big or small, he would kill them without any remorse.

Not only that, he's a stalker. He was following you around, hiding from plain sight, watching you living your life so blissfully.

Whenever you try to take your pill…somehow, a rock was thrown in your direction and knocked the bottle away from your hand. You look around to see the perpetrator, only to see the glasses flashes for a brief moment before it disappears into the darkness.

Arthur was very attentive when it comes to your needs.

Ran out of tea or coffee? He will buy/steal it and sneak into your house before he puts it on your kitchen table. Not enough money to buy food? He will slip a few pounds into your purse. Some male Wellies trying to hit on you? Yep, they'll go missing the next day.

He still does make finding his older brother his first priority, but he cares about you a little too much…

"Almost there…" he smirked when he made some crash syringe...to de-joy you.

That night, like any other night, it was quiet and the fog was thicker than before…perfect cover for him to sneak into your house with a big empty sack to carry his beloved.

He slowly went upstairs, where was your room located and lock picked the door and swung it open, quietly.

He saw your figure sleeping soundly, not aware that some lovesick man was watching you sleep, with a crash syringe gripped tightly in his hand, along with a handkerchief that had chloroform dabbed, in the dark.

Not wasting any time, Arthur brings down the syringe to your body and pushes down the liquid, instantly waking you up.

You tried to cry for help, but Arthur was fast to cover your mouth with the handkerchief and shushed you, wiping any tears from your cheeks.

"Shhh…love, it's going to be alright…I will take you away from this town. It's not safe here anymore…" he cooed as you slowly lost consciousness.

He let you fall back on the bed and got ready to put you into the sack.

After it was all done and destroyed any evidence, Arthur cradled you lovingly, knowing that you'll need him as soon as you wake up and he softly smiled.

"Love, I will make up for any mistakes that I've made in the past…and protect you from harm and danger…" That was his promise to you, kissed your forehead and both of you disappeared into the thick fog, not being seen again.

#we happy few #yandere headcanons #arthur hastings #yandere arthur hastings x reader

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hello! I wanted to ask something that can start the fight, so ignore me if you want! Do you consider Louis good parent? Because I noticed (and maybe it's just me not following people who discuss it) that fandom generally paints Louis and Claudia relationship pretty simple. But there's many little things that show how not that good Louis and Claudia relationship, which culminates in him choking her (for some reason almost no one remembers that) Starting from first scene with him taking her to be his redemption, then begging Lestat to turn her and basically damn Claudia for a hell. (Before anyone says that Lestat is to blame too, I know! Of course he is, but people constantly talk about it but not about Louis) There was interview with Jacob when he said that Louis liked to dress up Claudia like a doll. Comparison with doll stucked with me, because while I genuinely believe Louis loved Claudia, you can't say he loved her instantly, since rescuing her from the fire. Basically I wanted to say, dynamic between Louis and Claudia is unhealthy. I didn't see anyone mention that falling into depression because your child left the house is not normal. Personally, I think he was too dependent on her which is unfair to Claudia. There's also whole ep6 where Claudia is RIGHTFULLY against Lestat but Louis acts like she's unreasonable "what are you doing?" "I'm enduring" "Do more!" or "You look ugly like this" I understand that Louis is victim but come on! And as I said him choking her... Claudia looking betrayed and terrified... Basically choosing Lestat over her and over her safety... There's also angle with him being a pimp and Claudia being "girl with no home". Maybe if she was a little older, she would be one of Louis' workers.

I'm starting to ramble here, I apologize, I just thought about Claudia recently and got very frustrated! Love your blog!

Hey! Glad you like :)!

I think Louis was a good parent, yes, in a sense by definition, because he so desperately wanted to be a good parent. And I do think he succeeded to be a (very) good parent for Claudia in the first years, even though his reasons for "having her" were selfish ones, ultimately. But then, parents always have to be selfish in that regard, I mean, what is the wish to be a parent? You want something... and then decide you want to have it. (At least if/when you can choose, obvs.)

Unfortunately Claudia did not stay the child he wanted (her to be) though, mentally. And that friction was something Louis couldn't quite follow, imho, and to large parts did not wish to follow.

He did not wish to acknowledge she was not on a hunger strike, he did not wish to realize she was torturing her victims. He did not wish to think these "ugly" things of her.

And I can understand that, btw. No parent wants to learn things like that about their child, wants to learn just how much they've failed them (and it always pains me when he talks about that in Dubai). How different they are to what they believed, and hoped for.

I think Louis was not the best parent for her later. He stood by often, he let Lestat do the hard parenting, and then tried to negotiate between them, or argued with Lestat afterwards behind closed doors (which Claudia noticed, too (and which would have driven me mad, btw)).

And no matter how easily he acquiesced to calling her "sister"... she was still his child for him, and yet he betrayed her (and will betray her again in s2), by choosing someone else over her.

And that is what that choking scene is all about, btw, and you can see it in Claudia's face, too. Louis betrays her in that moment. And their relationship after will never be the same again.

I agree it is not entirely healthy even before, because Louis does defer to both Claudia and Lestat (who are quite alike, too), however, I think it will not ... be as ... lets call it problematic as in the book, I think they won't go there.

Now... I disagree with the depression, Louis did not fall into depression because Claudia left, though that was certainly part of it.

Louis (and Lestat, who talks about setting himself on fire!) fell into depression because they lay low for seven years. And because a big part of the illusion of immortality (and the safety of it), and the state of them had been shattered. He puts it quite perfectly there: Claudia had exposed them. To the world (almost at least), but, worse, to each other. And that exposure was a very hard pill to swallow.

So no, I do not think Louis' and Claudia's relationship was simple. And it won't be simple in s2 either, and as mentioned before, I believe there will be ... interesting diary entries incoming, too.

And, last but not least - there is also the tale to consider.

Louis chose to omit things, editorialize, Daniel has been calling him out on that since the beginning. (And Armand apparently editorialized the diaries, too.) We only have seen a part of "Claudia", and as such of the relationship he had to and with her, namely the part he wanted us to see. (Well, apart from the two scenes that Daniel literally broke out of Louis at the end.)

Now in season 2... we will have Armand's POV, and I'm quite sure we will get to see some of the cut out pages come back, too.

It will change it all a bit still (and as has been mentioned "all will be revisited", so it will be interesting which aspects will change and which will only be enhanced)... though I do think that most of the things pertaining to Claudia will be "only" an enhancement - except the parts leading up and to murder night... because there... something different was going on (book canonically) and I really don't think they'll skip that twist.

Because it's a very heavy one, and literally a... errrrrrr.... dream for a show like this, script- and story-wise.

Tldr: :) I do think he tried to be a good parent, and there were times he succeeded... and times he did not. Which is something that all parents share I think. Unfortunately his failures had dire consequences though - but... in a way, that is something you cannot really blame him for though - because how should he have known?

And both he and Lestat learn from their mistakes with Claudia... and they will apply that later with another child, a child Claudia's backstory has been aligned to fit to on the show, which is something I find extremely interesting btw. But that just as a note.

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