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tteokdoroki · 7 months

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˖⁺ ⊹୨ Y2KISSME ! ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ━━ kinktober 2023 !

let’s kick it back to the year two thousand, but this time it’s wetter, wilder and raunchier aka the sexier versions of your fav y2k films.

୨୧ — NOTES. here it is my loves!! kinktober 2023. i hope you guys like it i’m super excited. some things might be scrapped but idk !! we’ll see. click here ! to join the taglist. rbs are totally fetch ! ♡ ⋆｡˚

୨୧ — RATED R: the following films contain nsfw and dark themes. fem!reader. each fic comes with its own warnings. ugh, as if ! minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact.

╰₊✧ OCT 1ST PRINCESS DIARIES - starring; satoru gojo ! ྀི

movie contents: thirty days until you become queen, thirty days to get married and thirty days to stop sneaking around with the man trying to steal your crown…

KINK: breeding ft. spit, infidelity, agoraphilia, daddy kink, baby trapping, breast play, royalty!au.

╰₊✧ OCT 3RD MEAN GIRLS - starring; katsuki bakugou ! ྀི

movie contents: in girl world, halloween is the only time of the year when katsuki bakugou can slut girls out and no one can say anything about it. boo, you whore!

KINK: free use ft. dub-con, cum-play, voyeurism, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia.

╰₊✧ OCT 8TH 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS - starring; yoichi isagi ! ྀི

movie contents: if winning a street race means getting ravaged by your ex boyfriend over the hood of your car then… move bitch! get out the way!

KINK: overstimulation ft. scratching, car sex, public sex, food play, sweat kink, dry humping.

╰₊✧ OCT 16TH CLUELESS - starring; megumi fushiguro ! ྀི

movie contents: are you totally buggin’ or is your college-goer, goody two shoes step-brother kinda into messing around with you?

KINK: step cest ft. photos, videos, soft sex, praise kink, body worship, panty sniffing, stuffed animals.

╰₊✧ OCT 23RD JENIFER'S BODY - starring; eijirou kirishima ! ྀི

movie contents: there’s something weird going on with you. you’re like…actually evil. not college girl evil, and it’s kinda hot.

KINK: monsterfucking ft. gags, claiming, choking, branding, blood kink, cock warming.

╰₊✧ OCT 31ST LEGALLY BLONDE - starring; seishiro nagi ! ྀི

movie contents: there’s no way someone broke up with nagi because he’s too blonde!? poor baby, maybe you could provide a little emotional support…

KINK: coercion ft. dumbification, overstimulation, mind break, oral fixation, cherry chasing, power imbalance.

╰₊✧ BONUS CHARLIE'S ANGELS - starring; bakugou, kirishima ‘n midoriya ! ྀི

movie contents: your three precious angels deserve a little reward for all the hard work that they do, don’t you think, charlie?

KINK: gangbang ft. dvp, frottage, blowjobs, voice kink, running a train.

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kodaiki · 2 months

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highlights! ⇢ peep the new contact name for gojo ⇢ shoko and maki have laid off pestering y/n about gojo's possible crush on her but still fully believe in it ⇢ gojo has y/n's coffee order by heart since he tends to get her coffee nowadays

author's note! ⇢ the luna and angus wallpaper is my fav ever so cute <3

꒰ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ꒱ ↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.

PART TWENTY SIX | NEXT

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angelshimaa · 4 months

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━━ [ 𝟒:𝟐𝟗 ] ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: fem!reader (bkg calls reader 'my girl' once), fluff, bkg calls you ‘babe’ once, hinted at that denki has a crush on you, you just wanna braid his hair

✧ a/n :: finally some fluff 🤭 i actually really liked writing this one !!

“your hair is actually a curse.”

your words come out a little above a whisper, absent-minded as you play with his hair, his head resting in your lap. granted, the blond hair is softer than it looks, but its uneven spikes barely allowed for any diversity in hairstyles.

“like, what do you mean i can't braid it?” this isn't the first time this exasperated complaint is voiced and you hear bakugou snort, the corners of his lips tilting upwards in a half-grin.

“thank god, i’d look like shit with braids.” you try to envision them on him, but the fact that his face is upside down doesn’t help at all. what you do see is the light from the warm day peaking through the thin curtains to kiss his face, and you're reminded of how unnecessarily pretty your boyfriend is.

“who said you don't already look like shit?” you can't help it, and when he looks up at you, eyebrows raised as if you both know better, you grin and raise yours back— as if to suggest that maybe he doesn't.

“don’t think you'd be here if i did, babe.” his grin looks boyish and you can't understand why he prefers contorting his features into a grimace.

it's your turn to snort, fingers sectioning some of his choppy bangs off to as to fiddle around with them specifically. “maybe i’m into guys who look like shit, katsuki. ever think about that?”

“if you were, you would be in dunceface’s room right now, not mine.” it's too quick of a response to not have been thought of before, and you flick the top of his forehead. he's done it to you many times before, and you understand why— it was a little fun.

“kaminari is actually really nice, katsu, leave him be.”

bakugou rolls his eyes— of course you'd think he's nice. “he’s even better when he's not hitting on my girl— he should try that sometime.” you chuckle at his grumbling, eyebrows knitted together to frame his eyes. he's cute when he's harmlessly jealous.

“even if he was— i fear my heart is already taken.” you fake a look of sorrow. “a shame, really.”

katsuki's eyes gleam in daylight as he scoffs. “‘a shame’ my ass— you're so in love with me it makes you look stupid.”

he's right, the both of you know he is. neither of you would have it any other way.

“you say that as if you don't kiss the ground i walk on, katsu.” your smile is softer and it sends a pang to his heart.

“and you deserve every kiss.” it's a cheesy line, one a past him would likely cringe at, but he finds no shame in making his devotion to you well known.

you dip your head down to give him a peck on the lips, grinning. the heart eyes he gives you when you're that close has the butterflies resting in your stomach kick up. “that’s what i thought, katsuki. now... have you ever thought about straightening your hair?”

you laugh at the horror that crosses over his face, scowl settling in his face as if to tell you to not even think about it— it doesn't matter how badly you want to braid it.

katsuki's whipped. he knows from the way he thinks you laugh like a summer afternoon, warm and excited, but even he had his limits.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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juyeonszn · 5 months

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BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU’RE INVITED!

PAIRING tbz x f!reader

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒minimal angst ﹒crack

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! mature language, mentions of alcohol, sexual content, more warnings per individual fic!

SUMMARY have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? if so, then these fics are just for you! join us as we take a glimpse into the tau beta zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE LETS GAURRRRR i’m so excited to announce this collab with loml reese both as a cute fun little idea we had and in celebration of her 1 year tumblr anniversary! we also realized it happened to be the same day as tbz day LOL so that’s kinda crazy 😭 my boyz have been here for 6 years wow 💔 anyways i hope all of u love these as much as we do! and always, don’t forget to rb if u enjoyed!! send an ask if u’d like to be tagged in these <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of school work for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

“FRIENDLY” COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O’CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 1/1, PT. 2 1/3)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

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sunflawyer · 2 months

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Anniversary Countdown! ✿⁠

in about 12 days from today will be Sunflawyer's 1st anniversary! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ Come join me to celebrate their love! I will be rb-ing (hopefully) everyday for a countdown! ෆ

im using my val taglist once more <3 @glory-steadygo @eternally-smitten @retrojem @greennjayy @kylars-princess @botanists-little-cookie @sumiaswife @pastelcringeboy @aego-philautia @h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt @l3mon-flavored-selfships @akadaemiya @dreamwinged @diorlumx @boinky-spoinky @selfshipper-alex @ciambeeeline @frozenhi-chews @cherubdulce @scaramutual @kajiiswife @bobmckenzie @thatslikesometaldude @jimbo-png @gogolsbf @literally-just-there @violetsareblue-selfships @scrunkalicious @bizarrescribblez @xxmellochii @alex4735 @miggywife @xsleepy-moonx @superherokisser thank u🧡

#🧡 mayo's art #⚖️🌻#sunflawyer #sunflower puppy!#oc x canon #self ship art #self ship #self ship anniversary #self insert #self ship blog #self insert art

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jackhues · 5 months

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ooh can you do an ig edit of peanut and mama in vancouver? getting ready for the hughesbowl maybe?

takes place dec/05/23, don't forget to like and rb <3

peanut's world au! masterlist

peanutsmama:

liked by austonmatthews, canucks, njdevils & others

peanutsmama: well peanut's been having quite a bit of fun in vancouver! so far, she's convinced her uncles and grandpa jim to let her do something/get something her mother normally wouldn't let her about sixteen times. this includes chocolate croissants, staying up late (while there's no special hockey game), and pizza for breakfast.

just last night, she got all four of them to tuck her in bed. separately.

she's also taking pregame naps with the boys throughout the day, saving up her energy for the game. and she still hasn't decided which jersey she's going to wear, so the boys are trying to fix that... it's been a calm few days for me

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jackhughes: well she's obviously wearing my jersey right?? -> lhughes_06: no she has to wear mine -> _quinnhughes: it's MY home game -> peanutsmama: keep fighting and i'll dress her up in MY jersey

userone: THE MEMES OH MY GOD SHE'S SEEN THEM -> trevorzegras: SEEN THEM? nahh she's got folders and folders of them saved -> jamie.drysdale: she has literal printouts which she sends pictures of if she can't find the meme

canucks: HUGHESBOWL HUGHESBOWL HUGHESBOWL -> peanutsmama: HUGHESBOWLHUGHESBOWLHUGHESBOWL

njdevils: no matter which jersey she picks, peanut's always going to be a little devil (as shown by how she got all of the boys and her grandpa to tuck her in separately) -> peanutsmama: okay you're not wrong

usertwo: best siblings on this app fr

austonmatthews: she should wear a matthews jersey -> _quinnhughes: you already had your time to shine -> marner_93: a marner jersey would be nice too -> jackhughes: gah peach get rid of all these leafs players -> austonmatthews: @/jackhughes it's a little late for that. she had my child -> lhughes_06: I WANTED MICHAEL BUBLE -> userthree: i'm fucking crying what is this -> peanutsmama: @/userthree this is what i have to deal with on a daily basis

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shoverse · 10 months

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002 ! - cupid himself

꒰ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ call me (urs?) - mlist . join taglist ꒱

🍥 pairing; lee minho! x gn! reader

🍥 cw; swearing, slow burn, strangers to best friends to lovers

🍥 summary; even if yang jeongin betrayed your trust, the 'unknown number' still finds a home in ur contacts. likes and rbs appreciated!

taglist; @bouterboul @enchantedgrunge

#skz scenarios #skz x gn reader #skz x reader #skz smau #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz lee know #lee know #lee minho #lee know x reader #minho x reader #stray kids fake texts #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #kpop fluff #smau #skz fake texts

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hyunnows · 6 months

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WHO YOU GONNA CALL? | TAPE #1

A series of tapes describing Namjoon's life since joining the Supernatural Investigation Unit.

PAIRING(S) | Namjoon x reader

THEMES | cop!au, x-files!au, ghostbusters!au, cop!Namjoon, cop!reader, youtuber!Seokjin, youtuber!Taehyung, ghosts, conspiracies, cryptids, the paranormal, and the supernatural are main subjects

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

RATING | pg

NOTE | im so excited for this series im ngl--not sure how frequently i will be updating yet but i think once every two or three weeks? I dont want to take it too seriously (especially since it will probably flop) but oh well... also i know i should have posted this before halloween but it would be too close to the release of 'a love so beautiful' and i want to try to release fics consistently again so i have to keep these a bit spaced out. any this was a new style of writing for me, so i really hope you all enjoy this <3 if you would like to join the taglist, feel free to rb, or reply letting me know--or you can check out my taglist form as well <3333 have a great day/night!

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“So how did it all begin?” A man in a dark suit looms over the metal table, his words echoing off the brick walls and two-way mirror as he adjusts the large camera.

A more timid man sweats under his stare, looking into the camera’s lens awkwardly. “Well, it was the day of my promotion,”

“You’re going to kill this interview,” the brunet mumbles to himself, fixing his tie for the third time. “You’re going to do great and get promoted. Then you’ll finally be a detective.”

He huffs as his tie becomes undone, reaching for one of his clip-ons instead before putting it back down. “You have plenty of time Namjoon, you can correctly fix your tie. A real detective wears real ties.”

He stares in the mirror, continuing to prepare himself. “I’m going to ace this interview. They’re going to like me, I’m going to be likable. Calm, put together, and ambitious—but not too ambitious, I’m going to be grateful for the opportunity. I’m going to get the position, and make mom and dad proud.”

“At least, I thought it was a promotion,” Namjoon almost sulks, arms crossing at the memory.

“This isn’t a promotion interview, Officer Kim. You’re being transferred to the Supernatural Investigation Unit,” Chief Yoon sighs, leaning forward. “I’m sorry to have misled you.”

“The Supernatural Investigation Unit?” The suited man repeats, leaning toward Namjoon.

“Yeah, everyone called it the X-Files though, like the show.”

“Continue.”

“The thing is, we don’t really have the budget to keep the X-files up, but we don’t have enough to take them down either. I need you to debunk the work going on in there, so we can submit a legit request to get the unit removed.” Mr. Yoon’s voice rumbles out, the crinkles by his eyes appearing as he looks at Namjoon with a serious look. “Listen, if you get our evidence, and I’ll get you a promotion, deal?”

“Obviously I wanted the promotion, so I agreed.”

“Is that the only reason you were chosen to fulfill this job?” the interviewer asks, the same monotone voice filling the room.

“I wish, but it was because of my past,” Namjoon sighs, “I used to be really into ghosts. I wrote reports on it, took video evidence, documented everything so that I could find proof about them. Back then, I also had a YouTube channel with my friend–we were pretty popular at the time. Anyway, I ended up writing a book on it before deciding to leave it all behind to become a serious detective.”

“And are you a detective now?”

“No, look at me,” he gestures to the modified hazmat suit draped across his figure. “How many detectives do you know that wear ghost gear and thermal goggles?”

The interviewer looks at him, unamused and urgent for him to continue his retelling.

“I look up our old stuff and see that new copies of my book are for sale, and that the channel is still up and running–both with my name still on them. So I decided to track down my friend and have a chat with him.”

“Yah! I’m getting the door, stop nagging at me!” Namjoon taps his foot impatiently, hearing the all too familiar voice approach the door. “How can I help–Namjoon? What are you doing here?”

“Hey Jin, I was hoping I could talk to you about the book and the old channel.”

The older man nods his head in recognition, opening the door to allow the taller male in. “Have you seen how well they’re doing? The book is selling pretty well and the channel is blowing up pretty quickly these days,” he says, too enthusiastic for Namjoon’s liking.

“That’s actually my problem,” Namjoon starts, dodging all the odd equipment and supplies scattered around Seokjin’s floor. “I’m sorry, what is going on here?”

Seokjin motions for Namjoon to follow, walking into the nearest door to the left. Upon entering, the cop is met with a makeshift lab filled with beakers, random devices, steam, and many other chemicals Namjoon can’t imagine to be safe. Not to mention one slightly tidier corner of the room with a camera facing a small desk, a corkboard up behind him. Namjoon immediately recognizes the set-up. “This is where we’ve been operating from recently.”

“We?”

“Oh, right. I have a new partner, give me one second,” Jin sticks his head out of the room, inhaling a large breath and bellowing, “Taehyung!”

“Stop yelling!” A younger guy grunts as he enters the messy room.

Seokjin grins, “This is Taehyung, mechanical genius, and my partner.” Taehyung gives a small smile and wave, removing Jin’s arm from his shoulder with a shrug. “Back on track though, what’s going on, why are you here?”

“I need you to erase me from those videos–take them down, even. If you really need to keep them, private them. The book too, I want my name off of it. They’re ruining my life, they’re–”

“Haunting you?”

“Really?” Namjoon groans, a dour expression on his face at the attempt to joke.

“We argued for a bit, and he refused and pried until he found out about my transfer. That didn’t make anything better for me.”

“How so?”

“Instead of understanding where I was coming from, he just kept telling me how ‘this was my chance to live my dream’.” He deflates a bit. “When we were kids, everyone made fun of us for being the ‘ghost kids’. Even our teachers, parents, and everyone thought we were crazy. I remember my mom telling me how she wanted me to be normal so bad.”

“I take it you come from a not-very-accepting neighborhood?”

“Not at all. Those people didn’t like anything abnormal in the slightest. You should have seen how happy everyone was when we left for college,” Namjoon laughs dryly. “It was really messed up for some dorks like us growing up.”

Namjoon straightens himself in the uncomfortable metal chair. “We both wound up going to college together, I took criminology, profiling, and forensics. He took a medical path, with a few courses in human behavior and psych, I think. We were in a robotics club in high school and took engineering for a bit before dropping the class.”

“During college, we still made our videos and stuff. We made the book then too, 300 pages of paranormal bullcrap we put together over a few years. Because of our educations, we considered ourselves to be a pretty credible source for the paranormal.”

“Why did you stop?”

“I got tired of being seen as a joke. I wanted to be important,” his face is void of any emotion as he recalls the day he told Seokjin he would be leaving for the police academy and packed up his things. “So, I joined the police force. I did a few years as a mall cop, then started getting assigned more important cases and assignments slowly. Then one day, I was getting ready to be Scully to somebody’s Mulder.”

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nonstoplover · 2 years

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a roadtrip with bubbling feelings ~ george russell (gr63)

my masterlist | my f1 masterlist

pairing: george russell x best friend!reader

words: 4K

summary: just two best friends on a roadtrip, with unknown feelings bubbling under the surface. will they arise?

warnings: nothing but a fluffy drabble, somewhat slowburn but since it's just a 4K fic it's nothing too much

a/n: i've been listening to this playlist on spotify called "roadtripping with george russell" (by @ lynndehaas) because i was in my gr63 feels and why not, and tbh with each passing song i just got more and more inspired to write something. it took me like a month to finish it as my exchange semester has started and adjusting to life in a new country is a lot, but here we go. hopefully it's not too rushed. also, my first ever gr63 x reader! since i was a george girlie when i first joined the f1 fandom, it was inevitable that i will write something for him. it was just a matter of time.

reader, please don't be a ghost, all feedback is well appreaciated, rb or comment!

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"Why am I not surprised that even when we're going on vacation you decide you want to keep doing your job?"

George glances at her for a second with an eyebrow raised, clearly not getting what she means exactly. She giggles, watching his profile as he turns his head back to watch the road ahead of them. "What do you mean?" he asks when she still doesn't elaborate.

"That you're driving," (y/n) shakes her head, concentrating on opening the package of candy in her hands, the tip of her tongue peeking out from between her lips. "Your job is to drive a car, and when you go on holiday you still want to keep doing it."

"You've been saying that you want to go on a roadtrip with me for ages!" George replies defensively, voice getting a bit higher in the process – also a bit louder as the sound of the bag getting ripped open in her hands fills the air of the car.

"Yes, but this time you suggested it."

Her shoulders move in a shrug before she holds the now open package closer to his face, making sure it unmistakably enters his field of vision. He raises a hand and digs in to grab a handful of the sweets. "This is what you get for trying to be nice for once," he murmurs under his breath.

For a couple seconds they enjoy the sudden sugary taste fill their mouths in silence before he speaks up again. "Anyway, this is totally different than driving a race car."

"I know, but it's still driving." Her tone is as if she's stating something obvious, as if she's saying I don't make the rules.

George groans in exasperation, momentarily throwing a hand in the air at her inconvincible mind.

"But you know what? You can separate the two types of driving perfectly, I give you that," she taps the pad of her pointer finger against her jawline in mock thinking.

"Thank you," he shakes his head at her antics.

Before she can say anything else – and possibly continue on with her teasing –, he reaches out and turns the volume louder. Taylor Swift's voice fills the space but he can still hear the sudden laughter that bubbles out of (y/n), and as his heart skips a beat, he spares a glance at the girl.

Her head is thrown back against the headrest and her left hand just raises in the air, only to land on her thigh just a moment later as she keeps laughing. It's the cutest sight he's ever seen.

"You tryna drown me out?" she asks when her laughter died down into a much less audible giggle. "What, am I bothering you?

"Oh, no, you'd never," he replies with pure sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Good, 'cause I just wanted to apply at Mercedes to be your race engineer."

The look he gives her brings out that pervading laugh again, especially the speed in which his head moves towards her. "Careful, you don't want to snap your neck," she warns him lightly, her own words only fuelling her laughter.

"You're joking, right?" George asks.

"Why, can't focus on driving if I'm talking?"

"Yeah." It's true, just not for the reason you think it is, he thinks.

"What a shame, I think we'd make a great pair," the girl says dreamily, looking out the window at the scenery sweeping by, her lips still curved into a joyous smile.

Does she purposely keep on saying stuff like this?

George has to concentrate on Taylor Swift's words coming from the speakers especially hard to stop the thoughts coming to his head, as made-up pictures of a very different meaning to a great pair are filling up his mind.

"Boys only want love if it's torture..." (y/n) first mumbles along with the song, then when the line is repeated for the second time, she sings it at the top of her lungs.

Well, this definitely feels like torture to be fair, Georgemakes a mental note.Still, he can't stop himself from joining in to the last chorus, belting out the words he knows so well. Being best friends with (y/n) for such a long time just had this effect on him. Her approving eyes land on his profile again, and when he feels her gaze on him and turns his own towards her, she has to look away, desperately trying to hide the blush that has formed on her face.

At least two packages of candy and multiple songs later – all of which they sang together – they decide it's time to grab lunch, not even the considerable amount of candy they ate could make their hunger disappear, both of them being well known for having great appetite.

Rolling closer to the fast food restaurant they picked, George suggests they get their meals at the drive-through, not being in the mood to be amongst other people. This holiday was meant to be him and (y/n), and the two of them only. They rarely have time to be alone like they used to, and he misses those times dearly.

Of course this leads to another string of teasing from the girl's side, but as she snickers away at her newest comment on how he seemingly can't leave his precious car and has grown roots in it, he sends a (playful but still stern enough) glare her way that makes her bite on the inside of her cheek and shut up.

Momentarily.

But lucky for him she stops her teasing even when she starts speaking again, instead switching to another topic – though not so different as she asks him about Formula One. "Do you know anything new about Daniel yet?"

George sighs, getting reminded of the uncertain fate of his fellow driver and friend. "No, nothing. Haven't really had the chance to talk more with him lately."

Taking a small piece of her french fries in her mouth (y/n) stares out of the car deep in thought, worry creasing on her forehead. She's been fond of the older guy since the first day they met, George introducing the two the day he first took her to one of his F1 races. Daniel's truly dazzling smile that showcases possibly all his pearly white teeth and his bubbly personality with jokes cracked all the time never failed to make all her troubles disappear immediately. He's become the brother she never had and it broke her heart to see him without a seat for the next season.

Munching on the delicious food she shakes her head, trying to let go of these thoughts. Now is not the time to dwell on them. She's here to spend time with her best friend, and her thinking about Daniel's future won't solve the man's problem anyway, so she forces herself to be a hundred percent present, right in the moment with George.

"Well, spill the tea if there's anything going on now. You know I live for the good old F1 drama," she nuzzles his arm that's resting on his lap with her elbow.

George lets out a chuckle, eagerly jumping into the new topic offered by her, not wanting the thought of his friend's sad story to ruin his mood for the rest of the day.

Ever since they first made friends, she's been the first (and to be honest only) person he'd tell all the juicy stories to, the one who always filled him in with the newest rumours going around the fandom, the one with whom he discussed everything about his competitors. It soon became tradition, and now there was nothing that could change it – but it's not like either of them would ever really want to.

This time isn't different, and he fills her in with every new information he has, the conversation continuing for a long time, even when they've long left the parking lot behind, their stomachs now full and moods completely back to the usual joyfulness.

"I like this playlist," George hums along to the song that's playing, leaning back against the seat and getting comfortable.

They've just stopped to change seats, her finally being able to convince him to let her drive for a while. (That's basically the point of roadtripping, switching who's the driver, she argued.) His fingers mindlessly scroll on the phone connected to the speakers – hers –, trying to find the song he loved the most by far, only by its title. It's been playing a couple songs earlier and he still has the melody along with a few words in his head – and it's safe to say he loves a challenge. There's no way he will use Google or the knowledge of his best friend to find the song.

"I know, I created it," comes her reply, cheeky but true. Her music taste, while being a bit all over the place, has always been immaculate. She's introduced him to many songs that later became his favourites.

All of a sudden he triumphantly cries out having found the song, and immediately taps his finger against the title so it starts playing again. (y/n) lets out a reprehensive hey as the song she's been singing along to stops out of nowhere and different sounds fill the car, but George only shrugs, feeling pride curve his lips into a smile as that song starts playing.

He found it by the title only, without any help.

"Remember that video with the music challenge or whatever that was?" he asks her just as suddenly as the previous song change was, his upper body turning a bit in his seat to be able to look at her more properly.

He couldn't help it, the way he found the song made him think about that one time.

She ponders for a second before her eyes light up with recollection. "Back in your rookie year with Alex and Lando?"

"Yep, that's the one."

"Of course, how could I forget? The absolute shock on both their faces by how many songs you recognised is something I will always remember." She has to giggle to herself just thinking about it.

"I think I only didn't get two. Maybe three," George tries to remember back, his eyes looking at the view ahead but not seeing it – he's too focused on that far-away memory, replaying those scenes in his mind.

"Three. Lando was the first to recognise two and Alex only one, all the others were you."

"Yeah," he chuckles at the memory. "All that is thanks to you, by the way."

(y/n) grins, not taking her eyes off the back of the car going just in front of them. "Really?"

"You and your excessive playlists."

And the fact that he often listens to them even when he's on his own, travelling around the world without her being able to follow him – just because he misses her. Listening to the songs she chose always helps with the pain missing her causes in him.

"Well, what can I say? They are perfect."

Her skin prickles as she feels his eyes move to her face, and for a second she dares to reciprocate the glance – immediately regretting her decision as she takes in his stunning smile he flashes her way. Swiftly turning her gaze back to the front she concentrates on driving again, noticing that in her looking, she's moved the steering wheel enough to make the car slowly going outside the lane.

She corrects with a quick wrist movement, resulting in a fit of loud laughter erupting from George's throat as he spots the correction.

"The playlists might be perfect, but your driving clearly isn't," he teases.

"Shut up, I'm a pretty great driver, and you know that," (y/n) retorts instantly, without missing a beat. "You just distracted me."

"I'm distracting for you?"

He's smirking, she doesn't have to look to know that. She can hear it in the tone of his voice.

"Let me remind you that only a couple hours ago you were the one finding me distracting," she blesses her quick thinking for coming up with this response, because otherwise the chance of him noticing the furious blush on her cheeks would've been too high for her liking.

"Okay, true," George admits. Propping his elbow up by the window he leans his head in his palm in search of support, watching her shamelessly, admiring her.

"Everybody wanna steal my girl, everybody wanna take her heart away..." the girl sings along happily to the One Direction song. "Couple billion in the whole wide world, find another one 'cause she belongs to me."

"Actually I do think that you are quite a decent driver," he speaks up just to make himself stop thinking about how those lyrics are pretty relatable as well. What's up with almost all the songs they've listened to today?

He definitely feels like everybody wants to steal his girl – except she's not that. He simply wishes that she belonged to him.

"Decent?!"

He has to laugh at the incredulous voice leaving her. He knew it was coming.

"I expected at least a highly gifted," she continues in disbelief as his loud sounds of joy enter her ears above the five boys singing through the speakers.

"Highly gifted," he just has to repeat her words, laughing so hard at this point that he has to bend over, clutching at his sides to ease the pain starting there.

"Stop laughing and appreciate my driving," (y/n) scolds him with a frown on her forehead – but with a giggle almost escaping her lips and breaking the facade.

"Sorry," George tries, but he's hardly capable of doing as she's told. Short bursts of chuckles leave him, quieter and less crazy than his previous laughter, but still obviously there.

The girl waits patiently – sooner or later he has to stop. She can wait.

Only a couple minutes later he's finally able to speak up again. "You're an awesome driver, (y/n/n)." She's just about to answer with a half-ironic thank you, her lips already opening when he continues. "To be honest, you might be better in road driving than me."

She stays like that, with her mouth hanging slightly open and her eyes widening. His tone sounded entirely genuine, with all joking pushed to the side. And she didn't expect such a compliment.

"Thank you," she manages in the end, cheeks now clearly burning bright red.

George smiles, his glance moving back to its previous position, staring at her profile.

"It means a lot coming from you," his best friend talks again, stopping for a short second before adding, "Mr Professional Driver."

He rolls his eyes playfully at her words, knowing her techniques all too well. She always uses jokes and lighthearted comments when she feels flustered and somewhat self-conscious. He can read her like an open book, having been studying her for so long – and basically pining after her.

"I mean, it'd be only fair. You're better at driving on race tracks at like 300 kph, and I'm better at driving on regular roads with regular speed. We both get something," she goes on with her unique explanation, performing a shrug at the end of sentence and fighting the urge to shoot him a look – she doesn't want a repetition of the previous instance. She knows she would never hear the end of it.

And he would take his compliment back – with actually good reason to do so. Not a chance she'd risk that.

George hums in response, agreeing with her words, though he has to admit that he's not fully paying attention anymore. It's just the usual, he always reaches this point when they spend time together. She really is too distracting for him.

(y/n) brings him back to the present when she wiggles a hand in front of him, trying to gain his attention. "Can you give me some candies? I'm dying for the sweetness," she says all bubbly with happiness, somewhere between being serious and sarcastic.

He reaches into the tote bag resting next to his feet to pull out a new package, groaning when his eyes land on his favourite type of candy.

"What?"

"I can't eat more. Aleix would kill me," George whines. "But these are my favourites."

"Well, shame on you," the girl moves her fingers once more, growing impatient. "I'll eat anyway."

With a sigh, he opens the packet and holds it out for her so she can help herself to some. A wide grin appears on her face as she places the first piece on her tongue. "Oh wow, this is good," she comments, enjoying the pleasure twice as much as she'd normally do just because she knows that it's the perfect teasing for the boy.

"Shut up."

She can't help but let out a sigh of delight – almost moan-like, which makes it very hard for him to sit still for a short moment –, joyously humming along to the song playing in the background whilst chewing.

George is glaring daggers at her at this point, leaving her giggling as she sees him stare at her from the corner of her eye before stopping her sweet torture on him.

A couple hours later they come by a viewpoint and decide to stop, though neither of them moves to get out of the car. The air is getting quite chilly as the sun is starting to set, and the seats of his car are actually real comfortable. They lean back, enjoying the little piece of rest and stillness, with the music still gently playing in the background.

That's when 'I Was Made For Loving You' starts playing and it becomes too much for George to bear. All these songs he can relate to – did she choose these on purpose? Was it just a coincidence? It doesn't matter anymore, because his heart is fluttering, and he's unable to tear his eyes off of her. All because of a song. He can't even find it himself to care anymore when she notices him staring and looks right back into his eyes.

"I was made for loving you, baby, you were made for loving me. And I can't get enough of you, baby, can you get enough of me?..." the singer's voice comes through the speakers.

"Stop looking at me like that," (y/n) speaks up, her eyes momentarily darting away from him in embarrassment. She can just feel the blush creeping up on her neck to her cheeks from his intense gaze. All of a sudden being enclosed with him in such a small space feels suffocating, almost too much for her to bear – she kind of wishes it would just stop.

"Like what?" George asks back, not stopping his gazing for even a short second. It would be impossible.

"Like you're doing right now."

The girl lets out a small giggle, and his heart by the feels of it does a somersault inside his chest.

"I can't help it." And he really can't, just as much as he can't help himself from keeping on speaking the words that lead him to confessing parts of his mind. "You're just too beautiful, it would be a shame to stop looking at you."

Her eyes slightly widen, though she tries to hide it, biting into the inside of her cheeks to somewhat control the crazy grin her lips are threatening to curve into. It's not like he's never complimented her before, it's just that with his intense gaze it feels totally different.

"I mean, you can continue looking at me if you want to, but at least stop doing it so... absorbedly," she mumbles eventually.

"I love you, (y/n/n)," he blurts out, completely out of nowhere.

Jesus Christ, George, why did you say that?!, he mentally scolds himself right away. Did it really just take one song for years and years of play pretend to crumble?

Her cautious glance moves back up on his face, trying to let the way her heart skipped a beat subside. They say these three words to each other all the time, but something in his tone, urgent and shaky made it seem different this time. Or maybe it's just that she's become far too hopeful yet again.

For a second George contemplates pretending he only meant it as a best friend as he's always done in the past years, but for some reason he just can't. He can't make himself say those words. Not anymore.

"I love you, more than a friend," he says instead, so quietly that the instrumental break of the song nearly drowns out his voice, those bright green eyes of his staring intently at his intertwined fingers laying on his lap.

A soft gasp leaves her lips, making him glance up at her, trying to read her expression. Did she gasp because she doesn't feel the same way and he's just ruined everything? Or did she gasp because she feels the same way? George can't help but be hopeful it's the latter.

"Is this a joke?" (y/n) asks back, quietly, similarly to him.

Please, let this be a joke. If it isn't, I'm going to combust and burn to ashes or melt away into a puddle right here and now, she thinks. She's been desperately wanting to hear these words come from his lips for so many years, since they were teenagers, and yet they never came. She's learnt to push her feelings aside, and suddenly she's not sure she would be able to function properly if he truly meant what he said. It's been too long playing pretend, she forgot how to act without that.

"No, it's not," comes George's reply, his voice now sounding more sure. Finally having those words out of his head, his chest brings him such a relief he hasn't experienced in a long, long time. "I've been in love with you since we were seventeen."

He figures if he's already confessed this much, it wouldn't do much more harm to admit a couple more information to her too.

(y/n) chuckles, half in disbelief and half in pure joy. "Well I guess I won then," she says, watching as his eyes turn confused.

"What do you mean?"

"That I have been in love with you since we were fifteen."

She giggles again, suddenly almost delirious with happiness. He's in love with her!

A noise similar to a choked chuckle bubbles from his throat, a different sparkle shining up in his gorgeous orbs. "You have?"

"Yeah."

They burst out laughing at the same time, taken aback by their own stupidity.

"How could we have been so oblivious then?" George asks when they quieten down again.

"I guess we're both pretty good actors," the girl shrugs, biting her bottom lip to try and stop the crazy grin from erupting on her face.

"Yeah, it seems like we are."

They sit there, half turned in their seats just gazing at each other, finally not having to bottle their feelings anymore and being able to stare with as much adoration as they'd want to.

"Will you kiss me, or should I just take the lead now?" (y/n) asks about a minute later, tone teasing and joyous.

George shakes his head in playful disbelief, mumbling something about her being insufferably impatient, but nevertheless he starts leaning in, not a single ounce of doubt in his movements. She moves involuntarily closer – she's been wondering how his lips on hers would feel like for too long to care now.

Right before their lips fully touch, just as she can feel the skin of his mouth softly brush against her, the breath escaping his nose moving atop her cheeks leaving goosebumps in their wake, he stops moving altogether. She opens her lips to protest – trying hard not to let the feeling of their now constant skin-to-skin contact divert her mind –, but before she can let any words out, he whispers into the quiet in-between them.

"God, I've been waiting for this for so long."

And then with one simple and fast movement, he's captured her lips with his own, mesmerized with the feeling, the scent, the taste he's been only dreaming of for what feels like forever.

Maybe being enclosed with George in such a small space isn't bad and suffocating at all.

.::the end::.

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Here's some Saz and Elliot stuff. I'm still fucking around with this. And I'm still iffy about this scene with Saz and Elliot. Been rewriting this off and on and am playing a dangerous game of using what I've written in my notebook as guidelines and not a draft XD. Let's go Fucked at Five. Note also I really like fucking around with the narration.

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Elliot looked up at the bear morpher. Close enough to rest face first in Saz's chest. Careful to not hit her with the one antler staying strong. The other sadly tossed after the exhaustion of being taunted by the much larger deer morpher, Ian, for having it secured with tape. Keeping his face hidden in her hoodie he raised his arms to Saz's face.

"I gotta tell you how this is gonna work." Elliot squished Saz's face uncaring of the minor resistance, "So I gotta get a standing of how well you can handle yourself in a fight. And that's a perfect time to work on your morphing."

"So you're gonna beat on me? Wow. I know I'm sturdy but there's gotta be a better way." Saz rested her hand on top of Elliot's head mirth in her tone not yet bothering to push him off just yet.

"Love the enthusiasm." Elliot grinned against the fabric, joy flowing off of his sarcasm, "You basically joined a war effort. So you have to get used to it."

Saz starred off for a moment. Yeah she had done wrestling back when she was "human". But the bear morpher was conflicted. Fairly so. She shifted the focus back, with a suck of the teeth.

"How's fighting you supposed to help with my morphing?"

Elliot finally pulled away from her. Hair frazzled from the movement.

"A lot of people first morph in high stress situations. You know. Anger and fear can play a big part too." The deer morpher flinched a little catching onto the quick souring of Saz's mood, "Your's was a... Bit unnatural. But you should still be—"

Saz rolled her eyes, her closed fist hitting her chest, "I was drugged. Say it how it is. I was drugged with some mystery pill and I—"

The bear morpher sucked in a harsh breath and released it shakily. Interrupting herself. There was no need to recount what happened. She was drugged, she morphed for the first time ever, got tranqued, and almost killed. Almost? Her teeth sank into the throat of and her claws has to puncture some organs. There was so much blood. She could almsot remember how violently she reacted to the taste when she had returned to her human form.

The bear morpher squeezed her eyes shut now clasping her hands together. She grit her teeth, squeezing her hands together as tight as she could.

The deer morpher moved in cautiously. He knew how easily he could make the situation worse.

"Saz."

Saz opened an eye looking down at Elliot.

"If it makes you feel any better the way I'm gonna piss you off will definitely replace all that other stuff." Elliot tried, offering what might just be true.

The bear morpher opened her other eye. A small snicker slipped past.

"Don't you already do that?"

Elliot laughed, "Glad you're feeling better asshole."

Saz hummed shortly, "I don't. Not really. But I'd rather not spiral in front of you."

Elliot huffed at that one, "We'll have to talk this out eventually. Especially if that's what's in the way of you morphing."

Saz slowly sat. Her arms outstretched behind her. Focusing on the subtle pull in her shoulders.

"Thought you said it was a stress response."

"And I said when you first morph, usually."

"So there's exceptions?"

"There's always exceptions."

Deer and bear stared at each other blankly. Bear sighed exasperated.

"So it's complicated and not set in stone. So what makes you so sure fighting is the way?"

"Two birds one stone Saz. You're more than welcome to find someone else. I'm not the best with this stuff." Elliot stated honestly.

"You're very lucky you're my best friend." Saz said unamused.

Elliot shot up a double thumbs up, "Get up. Guard up."

Saz groaned and stood. Arm in front of her face and an arm tucked in at her side. She grunted out a soft ready.

Elliot rolled his head around his neck. Already used to the uneven distribution of weight jutting out of his skull. He moved in quickly throwing a couple of punches to test Saz's block. Noting that it was solid but had a lot of gaps.

His fist lodged itself into her side. She staggered in the direction of his follow through. Grunting when his fist met her jaw. She hissed at the pain turning her back to him when she saw another punch coming.

He grinned a little glad to see he faked her out and went for the back of her knees sure she'd crumple. Saz stood strong, maybe a small shake in her next step. That wasn't important. She grinned this time. Turning around to face him, tackling him to the ground.

He briefly panicked. Laughing involuntarily when he felt Saz's hand cradle the back of his head. Sure to not let his skull hit the ground without some sort of cushion.

She moved quickly, sitting on his stomach. Elliot's laughs came out on wheezes. Gasping when her hand clasped his face. A pleased hum slipped past Saz's lips.

"Again."

Elliot's remaining antler broke off. Saz moved off of him and hoped he wouldn't notice. Or wasn't as attached. Prepping for the next match.

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highlights! ⇢ gojo would (un)ironically buy several kpop-style album if y/n released one, only to get every pc of her ⇢ y/n literally has an overnight dresser drawer at satoru's house for the times she stays over (plAtoNiCallY) ⇢ y/n and gojo spent five minutes talking about the interview before binging hp movies n hanging out

author's note! ⇢ this was mostly filler but also to establish y/n and satoru are on a regular sleepover basis LOL ;; sorry for being away for so long! missed my dorky idiots <333

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katsuki doesn't usually like being told the same thing twice. repetition is something he finds so stupid because more often than not, he's got the idea down. there's no need for anyone to waste their breath with the same dull words over and over again.

“say it again.”

it's the same him who hates repetition that says these words so softly they feel like a whisper, like a plea. the two of you pause the cuddling on the couch while sharing a blanket and he watches your lips turn up in a slow smile.

the way your eyes sparkle is almost maddening.

“i love you, katsuki.”

you weave hearts and sparkles in the way you say it for the second time ever, in the way you say his name. his eyes lose their seemingly permanent furrow, and his face takes on a softness you find so endearing. there are strings that strain themselves against his heart, sending him almost loopy in how entranced he is by you.

why does he feel like singing?

“again.”

you laugh lightly and katsuki wants to learn how to engrave every note of it into the wrinkles of his mind. “oh my goodness, i love you, katsuki! how many more times do you want me to say it?”

there's no coarseness to be found in him, no roughness or shame in the warmth that spreads through every inch of him. there's a softness to those eyes, a softness you want to bottle up and keep for yourself.

“i... i don't want you to stop, okay? no take backs.”

you smile. “that’s not how a love confession goes, kats. i said it, and i don't ever want to take it back.”

you drop your head back onto his shoulder and his fingers resume the feather-light tracing up and down your arm. just as gently, katsuki kisses your forehead once, then twice so you understand he means to, and he shifts so as to snuggle with you even better.

“good. don't... don't get tired of it, okay?”

katsuki wants to make you promise you won't, as if either one of you ever could grow tired of that kind feeling wrapping itself around your bones. he settles for your “i won't” before he kisses your forehead again, resting his head against yours afterwards.

“i love you.” it feels like an unboxing, and it's so freeing to say it properly for the first time. “so much you make me stupid.”

a scoff sounds from you and it has him grinning. “you? stupid for someone else? who would've guessed?”

it's a funny thought because nobody would’ve guessed, not even him. then again, he didn't expect to find himself cuddling late on the couch with all these warm feelings, wishing for you to tell him over and over just how he makes you feel.

“‘guess you just do things to me, huh?”

you laugh and you're warm against him, and katsuki finds that repetition holds beauty when it crosses with you.

just like everything else.

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A: Yeah. Just dont be rude or pushy.

No dni. I'll just block you if you're someone I don't want near. Garenteed block to t'rfs/r'df'ms tho.

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hiseternalmayfly · 10 months

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First Encounter

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Characters: Millions Knives & OC Pairing: N/A Word Count: ~1k CW: Mentions of dehydration, death and starvation. Summary: On Gunsmoke, most people won't find a second chance at survival. Human's do not belong in this dirty desert. Yet another chance is given to a woman looking for a better life. Is survival worth making deals with the devil? Taglist (ask to be added/removed): @millionmix, @ascend-to-the-clouds, @fruitsoxs, @stardust-electric Ok to RB 💕 Questions/Comments accepted.

A lone drop of water dripped onto her tongue. It was enough to temporarily relieve the ache her dry mouth left her with. That was the last of it. No amount of harsh shaking of the canteen brought more.

With a huff, she tossed it to the side, frustrated with the lack of water. She had originally packed more than enough to last her for the trip, but she hadn't counted on being separated from the caravan.

Life was survival of the fittest. This planet wasn’t meant for us, and every human knew that. There was no room to be afraid of the unknown, as the unknown might be your only key to survival. When the opportunity to double her income arose, she took it. Sure, she made enough money to survive, but she wanted to do more than survive.

She wanted to live.

Despite all the hesitation, she joined the caravan heading to Augusta. It had been hard to say goodbye to her family, yet the exhilaration of a second chance allowed her to move forward. It had all been going well. Despite the long track, they were well on their way. Yet no one had anticipated being attacked by a rogue group of bandits.

Fearing the repercussions of staying, she quickly fled the scene as the bandits tore apart the caravan with ease. Not once had she glanced back to see if anyone had made it out alive. Not that she would be of help. She was in no condition to fight. Small and scrawny, most people could easily pick her up and toss her like a toy. Running was always the best solution.

Now she was tired. All she had done was run for hours, draining her canteen of its supply. Her back slumped against a rock, her body sliding down to rest on the sandy floor of this planet’s endless desert. The sight had become nothing short of an eyesore. A bubble of anxiety boiled in her stomach. She hadn’t a clue where the nearest town was, nor had she seen another person during her escape.

Perhaps if she collected herself for a moment, she could continue on. It would be better to die trying than to not try at all.

"You look…parched."

The sudden voice had her pulling her blade from its holster, aiming it towards the source of the voice. A sullen man towered over her. All she could see was one blue eye and a few locks of light blonde hair. The rest was covered by a rather simple-looking, brown, and tattered cloak. Arm extended towards her, a canteen within the clutch of his hands. Despite the kind gesture, that eye had a piercing gaze, one that could easily strike fear in one’s heart. But in this world of survival of the fittest, who was she to turn away from someone who was offering her help? Desperate hands snatched the canteen, teeth popping off the lid in a rapid motion. She downed the contents so quickly that a small portion spilled down the front of her.

A satisfied sigh leaves her as she finally lowers the drink, feeling much of her energy restored. She glanced up to thank the stranger, but he raised his hand to her, motioning for her to silence herself.

"It was not out of kindness that I chose to aid you." His words were sharp like a razor blade, leaving the woman stunned. "Your time hasn’t come yet. It would be a shame for you to perish before you could reach your full potential."

It took her a moment to gather her thoughts. Her fingers anxiously drummed on her thigh as questions began to pop up in her mind. "I'm…sorry, who are you?"

"You know him, don't you?" He spoke, glossing over her question entirely.

"Him? Who are you talking–"

"The Humanoid Typhoon. Vash. You have done work for him, yes? Do not lie to me, human. I will know if you're being dishonest." The words left the man's mouth like venom. What did he want with Vash?

She momentarily stumbled over her words, before her brain caught up with her mouth. "I only know him on a professional level. I've repaired his weapon a few times and–"

Two strong hands ripped her from her sitting position, slamming her against the rock with force. Those eyes never changed; they were so cold and calculated.

"How? How could a human repair such an intricate piece of technology? You aren't worthy to hold it, let alone fix it." He hissed, eyes narrowing.

"I- It's not much different from a normal gun! I only made minimal repairs to its basic parts! That's all." She wasn't entirely sure why she was defending her actions. What was so wrong with repairing a pistol?

His eyes scanned her for signs of lying. He looked dismayed that he couldn't find a reason to rip her apart right there. A loud grunt left her when she felt a pistol being slammed against her stomach. Its condition was horrible. It suffered severe cosmetic damage, and it was clear it was on its last leg.

"Fix it."

"What…? I'm not going to fix a gun for free–"

"Fix it, or I'll leave you here to suffer a painful death from starvation."

Their eyes met. They shared a moment of silence. When his eyes remained unchanging, she knew he was serious. This was yet another chance to keep going, and refusing was an idiot's choice.

"...Fine, but I do not have my tools with me."

He released his grip on the woman, allowing her to stand on her own two feet. He quickly spun on his heels, turning away and walking as he spoke. "No matter. Come with me. I shall supply you with all necessary equipment."

The way he spoke so casually made her skin crawl, but her feet moved ahead, trailing behind him.

"Are you at least going to tell me your name?" She huffs in distaste.

A prickly chuckle escapes him as he glances over his shoulder to address her.

"You'll learn in due time, Seven."

"How do you know my name…?"

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pb-dot · 4 months

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His Impossible Brushstrokes Tag List Post

Like/RB this post to be put on the taglist for His Impossible Brushstrokes

While people's continued interest in my work is still somewhat baffling to me, there is escaping that I'll be posting more about my new set of horrible people blorbos. So, to make it easier to get the full WIP experience, I'm making a new tag list post.

For the uninitiated, His Impossible Brushstrokes is a novel I started in November of 2023 and plan to finish early 2024. The plot follows one Oscar Skerry, an art critic who lets his fascination with the works of one Tomasz Gildebrant lead him into absurd, dangerous, or otherwise unnerving situations, all in the service of answering one question: Why do the paintings of this mysterious artist captivate him so, and is it related to how the same paintings seemingly drive others to acts of violence and mutilation?

Oscar's journey deeper into the mystery of Gildebrant, a man who refuses interviews and only does business through intermediaries, takes him to both dangerous and absurd places, but also deeper into himself. When an invitation to drop everything and meet Gildebrant in his secluded home arrives, Oscar doesn't hesitate. The fact that the home is located deep in the Romanian Alps, and all inside doors lock at midnight should by all rights set off some alarm bells, but Oscar's obsession makes him second-guess himself

I could go on, but I want to preserve some of the mystery for now, so I shant. If you'd like to know more character details, worldbuilding fun facts, general thoughts about the process of writing the thing, my inspiration and, I am sure, much much more, feel free to join the taglist.

Note: Please don't interact if you don't want to be on this tag list. If you want to be taken off the tag list please send me a DM or Ask.

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dogcodedcatboy · 4 months

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