#snoopy blinking at that

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

Hi! I see you've mentioned before you like GravesBeaks. I know you're a huge Fenro and Mads fan, and I really like your art. You seem cool and popular, and I don't want to be a bother (I'm very shy and easily intimidated), but I'd like to request a GravesBeaks drabble, maybe them decorating Mark's office for Christmas at Waddle.

Honestly, I'd be happy with any holiday cuteness and fluff if you'd be willing to write it. I'd also be interested in chatting about Mark and Falcon, if you ever want (and your AUs too, you're very creative).

I know GravesBeaks isn't a popular ship, but I do have a Discord with a few people. I'm trying to get it active again and just wanted you to know. Thanks for your time. Happy Holidays!!

Hiiiii!!!!

UAGH YES I DON'T TALK ABOUT THEM MUCH BUT GRAVESBEAKS MY BELOVED <33333 there was literally no reason for them to show up in the mad ducktor thingie other than that I just wanted to write about them. ssldkjfdsljk I really don't talk about them much but yes. I love them. they were the first characters I ever shipped in the dt fandom and the first dt fanfic I wrote (which I have not! posted) was about them. YEA AND I HAVE LIKE THREE WIPS OF THEM FOR THE ROYALTY AU and I want to draw them more but I'm too intimidated to draw Graves ssldkjfssk

anyway using this as an excuse for a royalty au snippet of them :3 (this is very much a wip) when you’ve been keeping your relationship secret for a decade it can be a lot to have someone find out

hehe. really need to cover their relationship more, hidden relationships are so fun so I had to give them that trope <3

ANYWAY ANYWAYYYYYYY holiday fluff office decorating for you <33333

x

“No, no, a little lower- no, that’s too far, higher! Alright… a little to the left?”

When Graves stepped into Waddle headquarters that morning he found it in a surprising state of disarray. Employees were rushing everywhere, their arms laden with various tinsel, ornaments, and lights.

It was odd to see Mark’s usual ‘chill’ office environment be transformed into pure chaos, especially this early in the morning. Usually when Graves arrived the only people there were the night security. Now it seemed like every employee Beaks had was running around the building.

Mark was in the middle of it all, laying flat out on his back on the candy desk, head hanging off the side as he gave instructions upside down. Why he was positioned like this Graves had no idea, but it certainly wasn’t hindering his ability to yell at his staff.

“No, this is all wrong!” He was conducting the hanging of a huge wreath of mistletoe, one of the employees holding it up so he could see. “This is the completely wrong place to put mistletoe, why didn’t anyone tell me how bad this is?! We need holly here- someone grab some!”

A pig in a green and red coat stepped forward, raising her hoof slightly. “Mr. Beaks, we used the last of it in the front entryway-”

“Well then get some more! What am I paying you for?!” The parrot snapped, sitting upright in a flurry. “And whose job was it to replace this desk? Why am I still sitting on a rainbow desk- this is supposed to be red white and green!”

“I’ll check on that sir!” A swan near the back of the room quickly hurried away.

That’s when Mark finally noticed Falcon, who was still looking around at the decorations in confusion. “Gravesyyyyyy! There you are! What do you think? It’s not finished yet of course, these people refuse to move fast enough, but it’s getting there!”

“It’s impressive.” The most eye catching thing in the room was the half-decorated Christmas tree, which stretched nearly twenty feet to the high ceiling. Employees on incredibly tall ladders were carefully placing each ornament in place. “I wasn’t expecting anyone here this early.”

Mark hopped off the candy desk, moving to his bodyguard. “Yeah, I didn’t have time to set everything up last night so I was hoping to get it set up before the building opened. If people would move fast enough.” He glared around meaningfully at the rushing employees.

“So… holiday decorations?” Graves was still confused as to why Mark would care so much about this.

“Yes!” The parrot exclaimed. “The Christmas tree especially. It’s all about getting that holiday buzz, you feel me? I want people to go ‘woah, have you seen the huge tree at Waddles?’ Good decorations are the easiest way to get people talking about you, and Christmas is a perfect opportunity!”

“Ah.” Of course, this was all to get attention. Everything Mark did was to get attention.

“So, what do you think?” Mark spread his arms, spinning in a circle to gesture around the room. “Like I said, it’s not done yet, but anything you’d change? Anything need more? Less? To be in a different spot?”

Falcon was no interior designer, but even half-finished, everything looked good. The colors were grouped nicely, and the different decorations spaced out well. “It looks great.”

“You’re sure?” Beaks glared at one staff member, and they quickly readjusted the tinsel they were wrapping around one of the now red and green slides.

Falcon caught hold of Mark’s hood, using it to pull him close. He leaned his head down to press his beak against Mark’s temple, preening the area. “It’s perfect, love.”

He could almost feel Mark’s blush as the trillionaire relaxed against him. “Well, thank you. I try.”

“Are you decorating the whole building like this?” Falcon asked as Mark leaned back against him, his back against the raptor’s chest. Falcon wrapped his arms around the parrot.

“Hmm, no, mostly just the public places.” Mark placed his hands over Falcon’s, which were held together against the trillionaire’s chest. “Maybe in some of the more common work areas, just to boost staff spirit, you know?”

“Got it.” Falcon hugged him tighter. “Well, as long as you don’t make me put anything up, then I’m fine with the decorations anywhere.”

“Oh, actually!” Mark stood straighter, tilting his head back to look at him. “We need the giant wreath hoisted up over the window, it’s to heavy for anyone to lift by themselves and nobody,” again he glared around pointedly, several employees ducked their heads, “can figure out how to work together to do it.”

Falcon sighed. “Mark, I just said-“

“Awh, c’mon, Gravesy!” The parrot pulled away to turn to face him, laying his hands on Falcon’s broad chest. “Just one thing, you’ve just got to pull a rope and that’s it! Please, I really need my big, strong, bf’s help with it.” He reached up, squeezing Falcon’s bicep.

The raptor sighed. “Just this,” he held up a finger to get his point across. “Nothing else.”

“You’ve got it, Gravesy!” Mark leaned up, kissing the end of Falcon’s beak. “C’mon, I’ll show you where it is.”

He pulled away, and Graves followed him. “Can I get a real kiss before I do this for you?”

Mark threw him a mischievous look over his shoulder. “How about after?”

#UAGH them <3333 #thanks for the ask! #anon ask #prettyyyyy sure I know who this is 🤨 #hiiiiii <333 #mark beaks #falcon graves #gravesbeaks #ducktales #dt17 #ducktales 2017 #duckverse #wacky writes #I don’t usually do discord but I’m always down to talk here!!!! #slsldlf as much as I love the fluff of them decorating together idk if it’s anything they’d actually do #soooo now we’ve got beaks ordering people around sldlflfl #‘really cool and popular’ anon I’m 🥺🥺 tyyyy #snoopy blinking at that

[planet4love]

BLACKPINK💜JISOO #BLACKPINK #JISOO #love #lovesickgirls #prettysavage #boombayah #howyoulikethat #blinks #foreveryoung #loveofmylife #icecream #artist #musician #singer #actress #dancer #model #star #snoopy #jejuisland (at Jeju Island, Korea) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce4C55mrIQY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#blackpink #jisoo #love #lovesickgirls #prettysavage #boombayah #howyoulikethat #blinks #foreveryoung #loveofmylife #icecream #artist #musician #singer #actress #dancer #model #star #snoopy #jejuisland

[princessbrunette]

deer!readers bedroom ♡

getting her own post because her bedroom is a big part of who she is. and because she deserves it

very warm and homely feeling, all of her interests are highly organised. her personality n aesthetic seeps through her decor n the colours she uses (lots of pretty gentle greens, browns, baby pinks — quite earthy)

collects sonny angels, blythe dolls and sylvanian family. she displays them on shelves but they’re always found dotted around, sometimes pope will roll over in bed and find a calico critter right beneath his back and she’ll gasp and ask how it got there. it honestly took him a while to not get creeped out by all the eyes on him at night, swearing up and down that he saw one of her blythes blink once in the dark. she also has the odd hello kitty, miffy or snoopy item.

not quite exclusive to her bedroom, but she is very specific about what she eats off. either finds cute little plates and cutlery from antique stores — or hand paints her own at weekend pottery classes. will never eat off just a basic plate because preparing food is a love language and an art to her.

journals a lot. she’s got tonnes of them lined up on her shelf that she’s used up over the years. documenting all her personal affairs and feelings like a diary — but her favourite one is the journal she had when she first met pope. it’s filled with receipts and wrappers and other stuff from their first dates and documents the way her feelings develop towards him. one day she’ll let him read it.

because of how creative she gets with the formatting of her journalling — you’ll always be finding scraps of ribbon, tape, lace etc in random places in her bedroom / bed.

lastly, deer!reader has one million pairs of reading glasses because she’s always losing them and simply buying new pairs — before the old ones inevitably show up again. you open a drawer, there’s a pair of glasses. roll over in bed, you’ll crack a lens out of an old pair lying there. it’s impossible to rid of them all— so if there’s not a pair resting on top of her head, there’ll be a pair lying around somewhere random.

aside from all of this, deer!reader has a record player which she loves, vintage dresses that she sometimes hangs up just to display, and books piled high from floor to ceiling. her bedroom is her haven ♡

#deer!reader

[biibini]

Hiii! I love your hcs! Can I request a scenario of going on a date to an arcade with Mizu? (and possibly winning her a Snoopy plushie??)

fluff modern!mizu x reader at an arcade date (request)

tags: fluff, arcade date, modern!mizu, reader & mizu are already dating, date nights, snoopy reference, sweet kisses, author loves love, author wishes that was her with mizu,

a/n: thank YOU for reading my hcs! that one mizu & snoopy post is so adorable i just want my girl to be happy :,) also i’m starting school AGAIN i can never catch a break w this damned quarter system

modern!mizu & u are already dating in this scenario

but every other week would be a date night

it didn’t matter if it was a simple or extravagant date

it was always a designated time to catch up, spend quality time together, and experience new things

even with the busyness of college and classes and homework, it was still a night to look forward to

this upcoming friday was a night at the arcade

u had been there with friends before but it had been a couple months since ur last visit

it wss also mizu’s first time going to the arcade w u as a date

u had already talked ab the games u wanted to try together such as the mario kart, a few shooting games, airhockey

modern!mizu would def let her competitive side come out with some games

she already gets competitive with taigen when it comes to sports

she totally doesnt rock his shit in basketball

if she’s against you, she’ll go easy on you

doesn’t mean she won’t back down from a fight

You and Mizu were hand in hand, checking out the games available at the arcade. Going down one of the aisles, you found yourselves at the some of the newer arcade games. Skimming at some of them, you hear a familiar sound.

Hadoken!

It was soon followed with a grunt and fighting groans. You turn back to find a Super Street Fighter game, patiently waiting to be played. Your eyes widen as they found the perfect challenge.

You playfully tugged at Mizu’s hand, pointing at the retro machine.

“I bet I can beat you at the Street Fighter.” you said, lightly jabbing at her competitive spirit. You knew she would put her all in it. However, you wondered of its limit.

Mizu glanced at you, and then looked back to spot the machine. Her eyes ignited, seeing the challenge put right in front of her by her

“You in?” you say, defying her in a playful tone.

“You bet.”

so um

turns out that was the WORSE POSSIBLE GAME YOU COULD CHALLENGE MIZU TO

u played a little bit with friends and family but mizu was on another level

how exactly did mizu beat ur ass for 5 rounds straight???

old man eiji.

he was a retro arcade go-er during his prime

even had the game console to continue his practice at home

if he wasn’t welding or fixing up someone’s bike, he was definitely spending his time grinding on the game

so modern!mizu end up playing games with him bc he got sick and tired of the computer bots

Player 2 Wins blinks again on the screen while her character, Ryu, celebrates another round of victory. You slowly turn to face Mizu to find a grin forming on her face.

“Wanna go again, baby?”, she taunts, hugging your hips closer to her.

You blankly stare into her eyes, your orbs empty from defeat. Mizu already knew your answer.

“Let’s find one we can both do.”, she said as she gave you a quick peck on the cheek. Her arm wrapped around your shoulder, beginning your hunt for the next game to win together.

modern!mizu would def try to win u a prize

actually no not one

all of them. yes she will try.

do not let her in a round1

iykyk

that is plushie heaven and credit/debit hell

her poor card will be spent trying to win u a prize

she wouldn’t outright announce her achievements

but she would attempt to sneak away from u, hoping to get lucky and win a plushie or two

u loved and appreciated the sweet thought

but

there was no room on the bed, the bookshelves, the desk, the couch

mizu even brought a couple plushies back home but her old man started to complain about mizu and u coming by just to drop off plushies and not see him

(he likes the plushies but bro is alone with his craft and misses his girl sometimes)

if u eyed any specific prize, modern!mizu would stop for nothing to earn it for u

at the arcade, u eyed a snoopy plushie, stuck in a claw game (for a little too long) and pouted at how cute it was

like cmon it was rlly cute

he had a puffer and a lil hat

mizu immediately saw ur reaction and locked in

Mizu’s arm slides off your shoulder. You look back, hoping to find the missing arm. No arm, no Mizu.

Instead, you find her striding over to the claw machine you just stared at with a goal in mind. Snoopy was coming with you, one way or another. The thought of Snoopy being in your arms was nice, but there was no way she was going to get it.

First off, your bedroom was already filled with plushies. Peace and love to all of them. They were practically your babies. However, every flat surface or shelf had a plushie. Every. Single. Surface.

The bed was crowded as well. No way there would be space for another plushie. There was also no way that she would go back home to drop off more plushies. Eiji was at his limit with the amount she dropped off during the last time.

Secondly, she had already spent so much money trying to get twinning plushies for the both of you. Her poor credit card was taking hit after hit after hit. Mizu drastically failed after every attempt and you had to basically pull her away from the machine after her 11th time.

Third of all, the both of you were getting ready to leave the arcade for dinner. After getting demolished by Mizu 5 rounds in a row at Super Street Fighter, you didn't have much energy in you to play more games.

But once Mizu gets set on something, it's hard to pull her away from it. It was already difficult separating her from her failed claw games earlier. You just decided to accept the outcomes of this claw machine this time around.

On the other hand, Mizu was in the zone. She studied the position of the plushie, focusing on how far back Snoopy sat. She slid the arcade card, starting her future attempts to retrieve the plushie. She bit the inside of her cheek as her hand carefully held the joystick. The machine jingled, starting its countdown.

0:30

Mizu took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

Focus Mizu.

0:29

You can get this for Y/N.

0:28

Mizu opens her eyes, pushing the joystick to the right in hopes of aligning the claw with Snoopy. She then pushes the joystick forward, nudging it as it gains proximity to the dog plushie.

0:23

The claw seemed right above Snoopy. Although it made you satisfied, Mizu couldn't agree. Something felt off.

0:21

She nudged the joystick to the left once.

0:20

Still unsatisfied, she pushed the claw back. Her eyes squinted, hoping to gain a clearer view of the claw and its alignment.

0:18

She continues to stare at the placement, studying it. Almost watching it like prey.

You watch from behind as you hear the faint sounds of laughing and other arcade games being played go off. In front of you is complete silence and concentration.

0:10

Mizu nudges the joystick forward.

0:09

She gets closer to the game. At this point, her face is practically smudging her view.

0:07

She nudges the joystick to the right once again. She sees the claw fully aligned with the plushie.

0:06

Should I press the button?

0:05

Mizu's eyes glance up and down, hoping to draw the line between the claw and your future prize.

0:04

You watch as her right hand is sitting on top of the collect button. Her fingers are so close to pushing it, practically edging the top of the button. They're ready to take the chance yet her hands refuse to commit.

0:02

"Drop it, Mizu."

0:01

She nudges the joystick one more time, bringing it slightly forward.

0:00

You come up next to her, watching the claw machine slowly descend down to the gigantic pile of plushies, a mix of Snoopy merchandise. Yet only one got your heart.

The claw extends, closing in on the plushie you stared at earlier. Its thin, metal arms wrap around Snoopy's head. It tightened its grip, securing Snoopy in the arm.

You watch the plushie slowly ascend. The both of you carefully watch the claw bring the prize. As the claw continued its journey to the drop-off corner, it slightly swung back and forth. You grab Mizu's right hand, holding it in anticipation and fear. She squeezes it once.

You look up to meet her gaze only to find a reassuring smile. You mirror her, giving her one back. You hear a small thud below. Mizu bends down to find your beloved Snoopy, handing him to you.

Your eyes widen. Snoopy was much cuter up close, especially with his little hat and baby blue puffer jacket. Looking up, you spot a proud Mizu. You simply get closer to her and give her a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Thank you, baby."

"Of course," she answers. "Anything for you, my dear."

She backs away and extends her hand out: an invitation to lunch.

You smile, accepting the invitation. With intertwined hands, you leave the arcade with another plushie in hand.

#mizu blue eye samurai #bes mizu #mizu bes #mizu x reader #mizu headcanons #blue eye samurai mizu #headcanon #mizu x y/n #mizu x you #blue eye samurai #modern mizu #blueeyesamurai #blue eye samurai x reader

[marleyybluu]

The Nanny

Part 4

Rio x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: angst (I think lol), our favourite couple part their ways for now, Nick being a nosey weirdo, sad Rio, sad reader. Idk I think that’s it.

A/N: I know this is a bit short and (surprise) no smut lol but we will get there dw. this is (kind of) a filler. Also if you’re new, check out my master list for parts 1-3 ❤️cus I’m too lazy to link them here lmao oops

It'd been two weeks since Y/n's encounter with the blonde lady. Elizabeth. Her name was Elizabeth. She noticed it at the top of the ultrasound. That ultrasound felt like it was forever engraved in her mind. She hadn't talked to Rio about it yet, she didn't know if she wanted to. Y/n wasn't really an angry or confrontational person, but when it came to it, she could explode and if it was going to be like that she didn't want Marcus to hear anything.

So, until then, she played her part as usual. Well, the affection she delivered had shortened, and that was very noticeable for Rio. They were practically living in each other's skin half the time and now he suddenly felt cold and that's what she wanted.

"Y/n." She felt something poking her hip, she blinked a few times zoning back in and looking down to see poor Marcus attempting to receive her attention. "Sorry, honey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to put my plate in the sink." She shifted over allowing him access to the sink, she continued to wash the dishes and hummed a tune that was repetitive in her head. "Do you know when Daddy will be home?"

She shook her head. "No idea bud." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Y/n turned off the water and dried her hands lightly jogging through the short hallway to get to the door. She held her breath as she unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Oh, hi." It was Rio's brother... cousin... whichever. "Hey... you." She awkwardly greeted him, she forgot his name. He chuckled reaching out his hand, "Nick."

"Right, Nick, sorry." She shook his hand, a little longer than she wanted to, his grip was a little tight on her. "What can I help you with?"

"Is my brother here?"

Y/n smirked. "Thought he was your cousin." He was amused.  "Anyway, he's not here yet but he should be home soon if you want to wait for him." She stepped aside inviting him inside the house, she closed the door behind him. He took off his shoes and wandered off at the sound of Marcus' voice. "Uncle Nick!"

"Hey buddy, what's going on? What are you watching?"

"Bluey."

Y/n chimes in. "As always. And remember our deal, after this episode, you hit the shower and hit your bed okay?"

Marcus pouted and delivered those sweet brown puppy eyes. "What about Dad?" She groaned internally, he had school tomorrow and she did not need him to be up all night and end up sleeping in the next day. "I'll send him upstairs as soon as he's through that door okay?"

"Okay." He agreed and sat back down on the couch. She turned over to Nick and smiled. "Would you like anything?" He put his hand up and shook his head. "I couldn't intrude like that."

She reassured him that it was fine, suggesting there was water, juice and wine to choose from. He chose wine. He followed her trail back to the kitchen, he sat on one of the stools and waited patiently, watching her squat down behind the island to reach into a cabinet where she kept her special drinks. She then walked over to the upper cabinets and reached for a glass, her shirt slipping up exposing a bit of her skin, a small silly tattoo of Snoopy sitting on her hip as her sweatpants were almost dangerously low. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

She turned back placing the glass on the counter and poured out some liquor. "Not too much gotta drive back."

She hummed and nodded.

"You're okay?" Nick asked. She'd never talked to Nick, had no intention of speaking to him ever again since the dinner at their grandmother's house and judging how stiff Rio acted towards him she didn't really want to expose the problem at hand. So she bit her tongue and nodded.

Well, maybe she didn't bite hard enough.

"Actually, can I ask something?"

"Yeah."

Her nostrils widened as she angrily exhaled through her nose. "Has Rio ever..." Sigh. "When he was with Maria, and she was pregnant... was he sleeping with other people? Or bringing other women around?"

He thought about and she couldn't tell if he was going to save his ass or throw him under the bus. "I mean, they weren't really together when Maria was pregnant, so he still had other women around yeah."

"Okay." She simply replied looking at her wine glass, twirling it around at the stem, the red liquid swishing and swooshing with every movement it almost became hypnotizing. Her ears rang as scenarios filled her head. Was she the other woman that was around? How come no one in his family said anything? Do they not know?

Nick noticed how quiet she was and the coping mechanism she developed sitting there, he gently placed his hand over hers and she stopped playing with the glass. "Are you..."

"No," She quickly answered. "No, I mean I wouldn't be drinking."

Duh. He thought to himself but he had to ask anyway. He leaned forward attempting to pry more out of her without giving himself away. "Do you think-"

She cut him off. "Maria said that when you think you're the only one you're not and-"

Not too much.

"Fuck, I don't know it just got me thinking. And now I'm overthinking."

Before he could reply to her statement Marcus repeatedly squealed.  "Daddy's home! Daddy's home! Y/n! Daddy's home!"

She smiled at his cheery tone. "So I've heard."

Rio's figure came to join the duo in the kitchen, an overgrown Marcus sitting on his hip, just a small reminder that he'd forever be his baby. A very apparent frown played on his face while his eyes darted between her and Nick. "Hey, pretty mama." Immediately asserting his dominance.

"Hi." She nodded before taking another sip of her wine. "Nick... why are you in my kitchen?" He asked with hostility lacing his voice. Nick smirked, always smug at how immediately defensive Rio seemed to get whenever he came around. "Just came to see you, little brother."

Y/n cleared her throat standing up from her seat, she reached out for Marcus who easily transferred over to her, he was reluctant to leave his dad at first, not seeing him all day and only getting a minute with him made him a bit sad, but after a promise from Rio that he'd be up to at least read a story he cooperated and clung to Y/n as she took him upstairs.

While they were getting ready, Y/n's mind couldn't help but wonder about how she'd bring up the situation at hand, the envelope had been tucked under her side of the mattress for a while, maybe that's why she had trouble sleeping too it was taunting her underneath where she lay. She felt a bit of guilt, it was wrong for her to keep this a secret from him, he had the right to know he was having another kid.

Huh.

Another kid.

And it's not with her.

She sighed shaking off the thought, putting it on the back burner for a bit to focus on whatever Roblox game Marcus was trying to teach her to play on his iPad. She couldn't understand why these kids were so into this thing, he was obsessed. He rested his head on her shoulder while she tapped away on the screen. Her character disappeared and respawned in a moment. "What did I do?"

"Someone killed you." He giggled, and she gasped playfully poking his side. "That's not funny, I don't know what I'm doing." She laughed. He took his iPad back showing her once more what to do, a slight knock against the door frame interrupted their time together. Marcus sighed knowing he had to put his device away so he handed it back to her to take downstairs and in the morning he could have it back during breakfast.

Rio smiled. "Picked a book yet?"

Marcus nodded reaching under his pillow and showing him. "Say goodnight to Y/n."

"Night Y/n."

She kissed his head. "Night sweetness. I'll see you when I see you." Strange, Rio thought to himself, she always said she'll see him in the morning.

She walked past Rio, avoiding even an inch of contact with him. He swore he felt a cold air as she passed by, her loving and warmth had suddenly been replaced. Rio poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and nodded. "Cool, let's uh, start reading."

---

By the time y/n got downstairs Nick had long disappeared, she sighed placing the yellow envelope on the counter after retrieving it from their room. She needed another glass of wine if she was ever going to get through this. She sat on the stool around the Island and twirled her wine glass once again, staring blankly at it until the sound of descending footsteps brought her back to Earth. "How was your day?" He asked opening the fridge and looking for something to drink or at least snack on.

"Good,"

Sip.

"How was yours?" Her tone was cold and uninterested so he responded with the same simple answer she gave him. "Good."

The silence returned aside from the obnoxious tapping of her fingers against her phone screen. He knew her well enough, when she was making extra noise on purpose she was pissed. Rio shook his head. "What was Nick doing here?"

The tapping stopped. "Came to say hi." She answered placing her phone down on the counter and picking up her wine glass. "Why are you talking to me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to pick a fight."

She chuckled pettily. "Hm."

"Y/n-"

"Who's Elizabeth?" She asked finally lifting her head up to look at him, he froze and audibly swallowed. "She's a business partner."

"Is she?" Y/n questioned with a trembling voice. She slid the envelope over to him as he took a seat next to her. "Open it,"

He was lowkey starting to sweat. He fumbled with the envelope until it opened, he reached inside and pulled out the evidence. His eyes fell out of his head and rolled onto the shiny clean floor. "Y/n..."

"Congratulations, I guess." She shrugged. He looked up at the name double checking if it was really Beth's. There's no way this was fucking happening. He'd admit they had their fair share of encounters, maybe one before he met Y/n but there was no way that it resulted in this. She would've told him, or at least he'd hoped she would.

This looked bad, there was no way to weasel out of this when the evidence was right there. What made everything more uneasy is how calm Y/n was being, any other woman would have thrown their wine at him or knocked him with the bottle but she downed the last of the liquid and poured whatever was left of the bottle.

"You think it's a boy or a girl?" She laughed tipsily. "This isn't funny."

"You're right," She sipped. "It's not, but you know... when you've been crying about it for two weeks, you just run out of tears and all you can do is laugh."

She continued. "You laugh and you wonder how you fell so fucking foolishly in love with someone, in such a short time... how in that short time he made you feel so special like you were his world. You fall in love with his son, the sweetest boy you've ever met who tugs at your heart everyday and you think to yourself maybe one day you can give this kid his own little best friend."

Rio dropped his head. "And you come to find out, that- that someone else beat you to it. Is that how you did Maria? I mean she- she told me I'm not the only one, Christopher can never have one girl and I fucking defended you. I was so fucking sure-"

Y/n's voice cracked, and her chin trembled as she fought back a flood of tears but they were no longer tears of sadness, they were angry. Pissed. "I was so fucking sure you wouldn't do that to me."

He didn't know what to say, his mouth ran dry. "I'm... baby, I'm sorry. Look at me, look at me," He put the picture down and grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were so sad, so tired, so broken. He'd never seen her like this, he couldn't believe he was the cause.

"I love you... Y/n. I swear to god, I fucking love you ma. I'm sorry, okay? But you're going to have to believe me when I say this ain't my kid. There's no way. I-it's just been you and me this whole time, baby, I fucking swear."

She sniffled. She could see it, or maybe she just wanted to see it. That he did love her and some part of him was telling her the truth, but bless her heart she didn't know what to believe. It was too much, maybe she moved too fast and this was her consequence, didn't ask enough questions when they started dating and now this was the result. She loved him. God she loved him. Her whole body gravitated towards him and it was so hard to pull away when she found out.

It was hard to pull away now, how close they were in proximity, noses almost touching, foreheads pressed together. He didn't want to let go, this was something he was willing to go to war for. Against her better judgement, she leaned forward connecting their lips.

The love, the regret, the sorrow was all wrapped up in it. Ugh, he tasted like alcohol, probably took a shot before he came home. He smelt so good even after a long day. His lips were so soft, so sweet to her and extra gentle. Their kiss started slow and soon picked up feverishly, she pulled at his shirt, the sudden need for him took over. The two sides of her brain knocked at each other, sleep with him tonight and leave in the morning or leave now and never see him again— let this kiss be the last.

Beep! Beep!

Someone else was there to answer for her. She pulled back but he brought her in, one last kiss. Just one. Y/n pulled back, tugging his hands away from her and she immediately missed them. She stood up and grabbed her keys off the counter. "I made Marcus' lunch... oh, you know the routine."

"Y/n... ma, please..."

She kissed his cheek. "Tell him I'll see him soon, okay?"

"No." He protested. "He can see you tomorrow, in the morning."

"Christopher."

"Y/n."

She wasn't about to argue with him, her sister blowing up her phone letting her know she was outside and to hurry the fuck up. She backed away as slowly as she could, his jaw flexed and his eyes became glossy. He was going to cry. She couldn't watch it otherwise she'd stay and she just needed the space right now. She quickly made her way down the hall with him hot on her trail, she opened the door and wiped a tear that ran down her cheek.

Her sister caught sight of Rio and shook her head. Y/n went on the passenger side.

Just one last glance.

She ducked down and sat, closing the car door. She turned away from her sibling not wanting to be bothered by anyone right now. Understandable.

Rio watched as the car disappeared, the gravel under the tires crunching as she vanished before him. He stood there, dumbfounded. He's fucked up a lot but never like this.

He needed a way to resolve this and he needed it now.

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See you in the next one. Peace and love✌🏾

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[ughgoaway]

snowed in // day 9

content warnings; bad writing, mentions of weed, swearing and intense yearning lol

a/n; we're just gonna pretend that days 7 & 8 are posted already and move onto day 9 lol. reallllly not sure how i feel about this one... i think i like the idea but not my writing... idk. anyway, shut up ace, here it is!

word count; 2.3k

(this fic takes place pre-relationship)

12 days masterlist

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“Okay okay… paperwork? Yes. homework from last week? Yup. next week's lesson plan…” you mumble to yourself as you gather the papers from your desk in an attempt to be prepared for the few days at home you were sure to come.

You heard rapid knocking at your classroom door and nearly jumped out of your skin at the noise. Who was here? The headmaster had sent out an email cancelling school today, so you assumed it would just be you.

You swung open the door and were met with two hunched-over figures buried in layers upon layers of coats, but you would have recognised the curls sticking out from the hat anywhere.

“Annie? Matty? What are you doing here?” You usher them in and quickly shut the door behind them. Snow fell off their shivering bodies as they shuffled in. 

Annie looked up at her dad with a scrunched face. Matty's voice wavered as he said, “School?” with a tilt of his head.

“The headmaster sent out an email. It was cancelled today. Didn't you get it?” you say bending down and wrapping Annie up in a hug as she shivers in her spot. Your hands rub up and down her covered arms to try and warm her as you look up at Matty with soft eyes. 

“What!” he said incredulously, furiously pulling his phone out of his pocket. Matty took off his hat and shook the remaining snowflakes from his curls as he checked his emails with wide eyes. 

“Fuck.” Matty sighs and drops his arm to his side, throwing his chin up to the air and taking a deep breath. 

“Daddy! You're not allowed to swear at school!” Annie scolded her dad and moved from beneath your arms to look up at him, her hands on her hips. 

You saw Matty fight a smile before apologising to his daughter, “You're right, munchkin, im sorry.” he pulled her into his side and gave her a quick squeeze. 

Matty cleared his throat and stood up fully. He looked you over properly for the first time and couldn't help but feel his heart warm at your outfit.

You, on the other hand, were mortified. 

You were not in your usual professional clothes, instead opting for an oversized snoopy Christmas jumper that looked as if it was from 1985 and some black leggings. Along with a pair of trainers that had your fluffy socks sticking out the top of them. A red flush was on your nose and cheeks from the cold, or the embarrassment. You weren't really sure. 

After dragging his eyes away from you, Matty looked down at Annie, who was clearly stifling a yawn. Her blinks were heavy, and Matty could tell she was fighting sleep. 

“Okay then, I guess we should get home, sweetheart. we can have some hot chocolate and go back to bed, hmm? How does that sound?” Matty squeezed his daughter's hand as he grabbed it. 

A sleepy nod is all he got in response, Annie rubbed at her eyes before giving you a small wave and walking away with Matty. 

The soft Christmas music playing in the background was interrupted by a loud click, the noise of the radio made the three of you spin your heads around confused.

“Emergency weather report; extreme snowfall is expected within the next hour and all roads in the area are closed until further notice. Please stay where you are until further instruction. Thank you.”

The low hum of Christmas music began again after the warning, Matty began pulling his gloves off and bending to unzip Annie's coat. “well I guess we're staying here for a little bit then, aren't we?” he smiled up at you, almost as if he's asking your permission

A nervous nod was all he needed to start looking for a place for Annie to lay down.

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20 minutes and 2 attempted beds later, Annie was sprawled over both your laps as you sat on the floor. 

Matty had tried rolling up his coat as a pillow and letting her rest on the carpet, but the only time she began to drift off was when she was sitting in his lap. Matty shyly asked you if she could lay across the two of you, and you giggled in the way Matty loves and nodded. 

So here you were, Annie snoring across the two of you with her dad's coat draped over her as a slightly awkward silence filled the air. An odd wave of confidence rushed over you, and you decided to try and make conversation with Matty. 

After all, it had been a whole 5 minutes since you heard his voice, so you were pining for it.

“What was your first Christmas with Annie like? She can't have been very old?” you ask quietly, watching Matty as he stared down at his sleeping daughter, smoothing her curls with his hand. 

A sincere smile makes its way across his face before Matty speaks, “No she was only a couple of months old, but it's still my favourite Christmas ever. I was fucking drowning as a new dad. It was just me and her that year too, I was way too scared to load her into the car and drive her up to Manchester." Matty shook his head wistfully at the memory.

"I was at that point in new parenthood where you think everything will hurt them. I think I'd baby-proofed every corner of my house, and if you knew what my house looked like; you'd understand how mammoth of a task that is” Matty lightly laughs to himself thinking back to how extreme he was those first few months.

You think to yourself that you want to know what his house looks like. You want to see all the pretentious art he has hanging and the piles of books you've never heard of. You especially want to see it this time of year. See how he decorates. You don't think he is a perfectionist. You can see him and the boys haphazardly decorating the tree with Annie. Holding her up to place the star on and cheering as she does. Taking group pictures with the tree and all saying “cheese!”

Briefly, you envision what it would be like if you were there. Would he take some of the art down and put photos of the three of you? Would he make room in his wardrobe for your crazy jumper collection? Would the shelves currently full of awards be filled with your knicknacks and candles? You imagine him making a special space on his bookcase for the copy of The Little Prince he got you. 

The book sat in the air between you, neither of you has addressed but both know you want to. 

You yearn to explore his space and see how his brain works. You envision Christmas morning waking up in his arms. Perhaps he’d wake you up softly and slowly, pressing lingering kisses to your neck until you stir. Or maybe Annie would come bounding into your room and leap onto the bed, shocking you both awake. 

You like to think you’d go downstairs and make hot chocolates for you all, Matty would kiss you as you made the drinks, and Annie would be trying to drag him away to the tree. The gift you’d get him would be perfect. You don't know what it would be, but you know just how he would react. If you close your eyes, you can envision the soft smile on his face and the adoration in his eyes. You can almost feel his arms wrapping you in a hug and thanking you.

Soon Matty’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he recounts his first Christmas with Annie, “she hated the cold when she was really small, so she always looked like a ball of blankets. all you could see was her pink nose stcking out." matty remembers annie sobbing anytime she felt a cold breeze, so he did the only rational thing he could think of whilst painfully sleep deprived - wrap her in 20 layers to keep her happy.

"The day started nice, and all of Annie's uncles and aunts dropped by. George got her a mini drum kit that she wouldn't be able to use for ages, but he would have bought her a real drum kit if I'd let him. Hann, being the only parent, got me an actually good present, a killer baby monitor.” You laugh at Matty's clear enthusiasm with the baby monitor, and he looks at you with his jaw dropped and a smile on his lips.

“Hey! That's a great present, okay? The year before he’d got me some really good weed, so it was a bit of a jump, but I loved it. Ross got her some really cute 75 baby grows, I had no idea there were so many, but he had got her all the old merch made into little onesies.” Matty starts to feel his eyes fogging up at the memory.

He couldn't connect the girl on his lap now with that baby. It felt like no time had passed, but here she was, a proper little person. 

He continued to speak with a wet voice, the emotions clear in each word he said, “But they all had their own things to do so soon enough it was just us. We just laid on the sofa together. She was on my chest and looked up at me with wide eyes and smiled. For the first time ever. All I could see was the reflection of the fairy lights in her eyes and the massive grin on her face. I smiled back and obviously cried. Every time my smile got bigger, hers did too. That was the first time i knew I could do it. I knew she was always going to be the most important thing in my life. I had kind of known that since she was born, but that's when it really hit me.” Your hand slid over Matty’s, he gave your hand a quick squeeze in appreciation and looked into your eyes. You simply nodded at him. 

“That sounds perfect” you whisper, leaning in ever so slightly. Subconsciously, Matty mirrored your actions. He felt an innate understanding of the way you moved and didn't think before following your every motion.

“It was” he said, resting his head on the wall behind him, and just like Matty had done to you moments before; you copied him.

Silence again washed over the two of you, as it always seemed to do when you were together. But it was a warm silence. It felt like silence between two people who had always known each other. Normally, whenever there was a lull, Matty was fighting to fill the empty air, but with you, he felt no need. 

He was happy enough sitting in comfort with you, studying your face trying to find some new aspect he hadn't seen before. 

This time, he noticed a small freckle at the base of your jaw by your ear. He felt his hand twitch with the urge to stroke your jaw and trace it with his thumb. Despite having only thought of your face for months, he still sees something new each time, something for him to think about when he has to go a few days without you.

Unlike Matty, you couldn't drag your stare away from his eyes. You watched them flicker around your face and analyse it, but it didn't faze you. You thought it was nothing more than avoiding eye contact. But Matty's eyes drew you in each time. You tried to think of ways to describe them. Calling them “chocolate” or “chestnut” fell short. It wasn't the colour that caught you. It was some inexplicable force.

Matty couldn't help it anymore, and as if his hand was separate from his body, he saw it moving from beneath yours to your jaw. He watched his thumb trace the side of your face.  His touch was featherlight, and you shivered at the contact but stayed unmoving.

Your skin was soft and smooth, just like he imagined, and Matty felt his heart skip a beat at the feeling of you leaning into his hands. He watched your eyes flutter closed but soon snap open again, as if you had to fight to keep them open. 

His calloused thumb sliding over your cheek was very unexpected, but you couldn't help but immediately settle into the feeling. You wanted to watch his face and try and catch each micro-reaction he had. You needed to see if he was feeling something, too. Anything. 

But his face was almost blank, aside from the very corner of his mouth ticking up just once. Just when your eyes began to shut on their own, lulled into security by his soft touch. 

You felt goosebumps erupt all over your body when his eyes finally met yours. His thumb stopped its motion on your cheek. Your own hand moved up and covered the hand on your face with your own, just as you had done earlier. 

Both of you softly smiled at the contact, a silent understanding that there was something there, but it couldn't happen. There was some ethereal force drawing you in, but you both knew it needed to be ignored.

Right person, wrong time and certainly wrong place. But you could look, and you did.

Staring. Looking. Gazing. It was all you both felt capable of. 

The radio buzzed to life and made you both jump, Annie grumbled and sat up from your laps, rubbing her eyes tiredly. 

“The official met office advice is to get home and prepare for a cold couple of days. Most major roads have been ploughed and are now safe to drive on. Please ensure you go slow and only travel if absolutely necessary. In other news-”

You blanked out the rest of the broadcast but looked back at Matty with a sad smile. He smiled back and gave your cheek a gentle squeeze before removing his hand. 

Your skin burned in his wake. Scorched by his touch.

#christmas75 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fic #teacher au! #there are too many bad words in this one #i didnt want to post this really... but we move!

[lildrabbles]

Chapter 4: Make Yourself At Home

2007! Raphael x Female! Reader

Summary: The next day, you both learn some new things about eachother.

Warnings: Swearing, a bit of blood, raph is a snoopy brat

You woke up quite early the next morning to get ready for work. Your boss had changed your shift to a more earlier time. At first, you almost forgot about the humanoid turtle sleeping on your couch until you walked out into the living room to find him on his back with his forearm thrown across his eyes.

You tilted your head as you now realised he had another bandage on his arm that you didn't wrap on him.

Weird.

To be completely honest, you were surprised he was still here. But I mean, he did get shot, so it would make sense if he was tired.

You quietly walked over to your kitchen area, grabbing a bowl of cereal and the milk. When you had made up your bowl, you just leaned against the counter eating it.

You heard groaning from behind you, and you turned your head to see the turtle shuffling while he blinked his eyes open.

He tried to sit up then huffed and fell back down onto the couch. He glanced over at you with a dirty look.

"What fckin time is it?" He grumbled.

You looked at your phone. "Currently, it is 7:00." You stayed quiet for a moment, before adding, "in the morning."

He rolled his eyes, huffing as he looked back up at the ceiling.

You put down your finished cereal, before tapping your fingers on the countertop.

"Uh... I should thank you I guess. So... Thank you. For helping me last night, I mean... I never got your name." He said in a gruff voice.

"I'm Y/N.. and you're welcome. I couldn't just NOT help you, especially after you saved me."

He looked up at you questioningly, before his eyes widened a little. "Oh right, you're that girl from the store, arentcha?"

You smiled a little and nodded. "The one and only."

He let out a small laugh, before winching in pain. "And yours?" You asked.

"Hm? Oh, uh, the name's Raphael. But you can just call me Raph I guess."

You nodded, before looking out the window.

He looked up at you with furrowed brows (even though he doesn't have them.) "How can I trust you to not tell anyone about this?"

You tilted your head, before realising what he meant. "Oh, that your a.. a...."

Raph scoffed. "Just say it, a mutant humanoid turtle, an abomination." He said with a slight hint of sadness in his voice.

You frowned. "I wouldn't call you an abomination, if anything it's really cool! Well, once you get over the fact that you actually exist… But I won’t tell anyone. I promise." You said with determination.

He rolled his eyes. He sighed, before slowly sitting up. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain, but this time managed to actually sit up.

"Are you hungry?" You asked gently, straightening yourself a bit.

Raph thought about it for a minute. "Yeah, if you don't mind.." He said begrudgingly. It seemed like he was having a hard time being nice and not making rude comments.

"No of course not! What do you want?"

He struggled for a minute, before standing up. Raph was a little wobbly on his legs, but he managed to walk over despite the small limp in his walk. He looked around your counter, before he spotted the cereal box that you just had for breakfast. It was Cornpops.

"It okay if I have those?" He asked, leaning onto the counter for support.

You smiled and nodded, grabbing it and pushing it over to Raph, also giving him milk, a spoon, and a bowl. Once he got everything together, he dug in like he hadn't eaten in days.

You pulled a chair over for him too so he wasn't standing. He muttered out a thanks before digging right back in.

You leaned against the counter and watched him eat. The way his strange, thick, three digits held the spoon and the bowl; the way his amber eyes stayed glued to the bowl; the way he was taking slow, even breaths despite the fast eating; and finally his overall form.

He was a mutated turtle for god's sake!

"Yer staring." Raph said bluntly, not looking up at you.

You blushed out of embarrassment. "S-sorry..." You looked down at your hands.

He shrugged. " 'Ts fine, used to it."

"I don't mean to be disrespectful, it's just something I've never seen..."

He sighed. "I get it. It's just it's hard being different sometimes..." he trailed off before shaking his head. "I don't blame ya for being curious about a weird mutated turtle that lives in the sewers."

"You live in the sewers?" You tilted your head.

"Shit,  uh... You never heard that." He said before quickly changing the subject. "Where do I put this?" Raph asked, pointing to the now empty bowl.

You smiled a little, walking over and taking his bowl. You then turned to him.

"Ok, so I have to go to work today, so you're gonna have to stay by yourself for a couple hours."

"I ain't staying anywhere, I'm going back home." He said before standing up.

"Uh, no, you're still hurt. You need rest." You said frowning.

"Uh, no, I'm fine. My brother's are probably worried as fck. Well, 2 of them at least..." Raph mumbled the last bit. You rolled your eyes before taking his leathery but somewhat soft hand and leading him back to the couch.

His face erupts into a tint of pink, not expecting you to grab his hand. He shook it off though before you turned around to face him. You gently sat him onto the couch.

What was wrong with him? He never usually lets people tell him what to do. What changed with you? You're just some girl that helped out of kindness, and a girl that he so happened to had helped out too.

His thoughts were interrupted by you talking. "So there's more of you? Are your brother's turtles too?"

"Uh..." Raph hesitated to answer.

"Doesn't matter, we can talk about it later. I have to get going otherwise I'll get in a lot of trouble... and don't go anywhere! Make yourself at home. See you later," You smiled warmly before grabbing your things, and heading out the door.

He stared at the door for a couple minutes after you left, before sighing. He contemplated staying or going.

Donnie, Mikey and Splinter must be worried sick, but... it couldn't hurt to stay until you got back.

He slumped against the couch, before catching a glimpse of your remote. He leaned forward, and turned on the tv. He flicked through the channels for a couple minutes until he landed on the News channel. It was a report about the bastard who shot him.

Apparently they still hadn't found him, but had taken in Raph’s bike they found for investigation. Raph scoffed. At least he had nothing tied to him and his family on that old thing.

He eventually got bored and turned the tv off, then stood up. He balanced himself, before walking around the apartment.  Raph walked around the kitchen, looking in cupboards for snacks. He hesitated, but shrugged it off before taking a couple oreos. It's not like you would notice.

He munched on those while walking around, before deciding to walk down the hallway. He didn't want to be nosey, but he couldn't help himself. He opened a couple doors, not bothering to look in since they were just closets.

When he came across what looked like your room, he scanned it. Your (favourite colour) bed shuffled into the corner with posters of all your favourite movies and shows on the wall, a desk littered with some drawings and a bunch of pencil crayons.

He took a step in, but hesitated. This was probably too far. This is her private space, he shouldn't -

His thoughts were interrupted when he caught a glimpse of one particular drawing. Ignoring all of the voices urging him to leave, he walked towards the desk, looking down at the drawing pad.

It was a sketch, briefly coloured, of his Nightwatcher costume. He smirked a little.

"Little brat drew my suit did she?" Raph muttered to no one in particular.

He made note to tease her about it later cuz he's an @$$.

He wandered out of the room, forgetting to close the door behind him. He looked at the end of the hall, there was one more door. When he opened it, he was met with a slightly messy, cream coloured bathroom. It had a cosy aura in there.

Raph scanned around the room. He found small strands of hair here and there but shrugged it off. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and sighed. He looked horrible. He had eyebags, his skin a slightly more pale green than it usually is, and there was blood soaking through on both bandages.

He decided to change the gauze, winching a bit in pain but managing. It wasn't his first rodeo - changing bandages I mean, not getting shot, that was a first. When he finished, he placed the kit on the counter for easy access.

His eyes landed on a welcoming bathtub.

Well, you did say make himself at home, and his aching muscles were killing him. So Raph decided to run a bath. He sat on the edge of the tub and turned the water on, putting the plug in. He just wanted to soak for a bit, that's all.

He smiled when he remembered that up here above the sewers they have hot water, meaning he could have a hot bath. He never really had a hot bath because they didn't have hot water down in the sewers. So, making it a nice, warm temperature, he waited for it to fill up.

While Raph waited, he stood up, taking off his belt and everything else so they wouldn't get wet. Finally he took his bandana off. Not that he intended to put his head in, but just to be safe.

When the tub had gotten full enough, he turned the taps off, before carefully stepping in. Raph let out a groan of relief as the hot water encased his body, welcoming him in. He made sure his bandages didn't get wet but was in a comfy position.

He sighed, looking down at his submerged body. He could get used to this.

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[hiraethhh-h]

day 6 - anger

fandom: dead by daylight

paring: pyramid head x gn! reader

warnings: none

notes: angery triangle man >:(

wc: 628

12 day writing challenge

you had never seen pyramid head stand so rigidly before. 

his shoulders were tensed, his muscular arms bulging from how tightly he was holding his greatsword. his breathing came out in rapid succession, each breath causing his chest to rise and fall almost violently.

he was- no, is pissed. but at what?

a frown crossed your lips. “pyra?” you called, wanting the killer to know of your presence. his head snapped over to you at neckbreak speed, causing you to stop in your tracks with wide eyes. “hey, hey, easy big guy. it’s just me.” you murmured. “i wanted to check on you since… you look pretty upset.”

something akin to a raspy-huff left pyramid head, his shoulders sagging slightly. but you could still see how tense he was. “you, er, wanna talk about what happened..?” you questioned meekly, giving him a faint smile. he stared you down before a moment longer before tilting his head downwards in a nod.

“good, good, let’s find somewhere to sit and chat then, yeah?” you held your hand out to pyramid head. he stood still, silently inspecting your hand before taking it into his much larger gloved one. with that, the two of you began to traverse the halls with pyramid head leading the way since he pretty much knew midwich like the back of his helmet.

he brought you into a classroom, leading you to a flurry of desks haphazardly thrown together in the middle. but at least you could sit in one. once you did so, pyramid head stood before you, his greatsword resting against the wall. now that he wasn’t holding his weapon, his hands remained balled at his sides.

slowly looking up, you cleared your throat. “so… uh, tell me what happened.”

pyramid head gave another huff, a low growl coming from his chest. he pointed down to the ground. the Entity. he then pointed to his greatsword. kill. finally, he pointed to you. survivor. you blinked, brows furrowed in thought as you tried to piece everything together. “oh, the Entity and survivors gave you a tough time huh?” to your surprise, pyramid head shook his head. 

“no…? but you pointed to me…” you frowned. pyramid head pointed to a spot beside you, then to you. “oh! another survivor… and me?” pyramid head nodded in confirmation. another survivor and you? your most recent trial had been against pinhead, so what did he mean by…

oh.

he must be talking about zarina. the ex-reporter and you haven’t been on good terms lately, due to her… snoopy nose. that and the fact that she could had spotted you and pyramid head together after a trial.

“does she know? what did she say?” you were quick to ask, your brows furrowed in worry. pyramid head pointed to you yet again, another growl tearing itself from the killer. “she said things about me..?” you frowned. for all you knew, zarina could’ve told the other survivors about her discovery. but that was the least of your thoughts at the moment.

you gently took pyramid head’s balled hand, holding it with both of your own. “hey, why don’t we go stand in the rain, hm? whatever zarina said about me doesn’t matter, they’re only just words.” you reassured him. with a smile, you led him down to the courtyard. large chains shot down from the sky, digging down around the blood-red ritualistic circle in the middle.

the two of you stepped into the rain. you savored the feeling of the water on your skin, as it brought you a sense of comfort from the real world. beside you, pyramid head stood with his posture now lax. you slowly lifted his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“how does a dance sound hm?”

#🌙 #bee's writing #silent hill pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head #dead by daylight #dbd fanfic #dbd x reader #dbd x you

[eoieopda]

My lovely Jade, you are hitting these milestones so quickly AS TOU SHOULD because you are a wonderful human being and everyone needs to know this 💜 My request for this milestone is Hobi + strangers to lovers love (lust?) at first sight 🥵 Please and thank you :)

so, i went in more of a cute direction than a spicy one, i hope that’s okay!! i just miss hobi and needed to be a lil bit dumb about it 😵‍💫

the one with hoseok and the palm reader

pairing: jung hoseok x gn!reader type: drabble (f) | wc: 1.5k | rating: pg15 au: university, house party, meet cute / strangers to ? summary: hoseok’s fate line says he has a luck problem, but when he meets you at a party, he begs to differ. cw: alcohol use, brief blood mention, wingman jimin is drunk (lol). 🔞 this drabble is sfw, regardless, my content is not for minors. minors and ageless blogs who interact with me or my writing will be blocked.

Hoseok holds his plastic cup to his lips, knowing full well he emptied it half an hour ago. As he does, he peers over the top of it at the keg in the kitchen. It’s no more than a few meters away; it’s already been tapped. It would be so easy to cross the living room and top up, but he’s frozen. Worse, he’s staring.

He can hear Jimin talking — his ears work just fine, thanks — but he isn’t processing a single thing being said to him. That staggered, surprisingly quick rate of speech can’t hold Hoseok’s attention, and somehow, Jimin doesn’t seem to notice that his captive audience is otherwise captivated. 

Well, Hoseok assumes he hasn’t noticed. 

Any idiot with eyes can see that Hoseok’s been holding that cup to his mouth for far longer than it would take a person to down its contents — if it even had any. Instead, he bites down on the lip of that cup with squinted eyes, focus zeroed in on the keg.

Well, the person standing directly behind the keg.

“Are you going to talk to them, or are you just going to drool?” Jimin smirks, jabbing his elbow impishly into Hoseok’s ribs. The elder hisses in response to the unexpected contact but says nothing; the sound of his expelled air multiplies as it echoes through his cup.

“Seriously, that look on your face is clinical. Blink twice if you need medical attention.”

Embarrassed, Hoseok jerks his neck to glare at Jimin. The sudden movement pulls the plastic cup from the vice grip of his teeth. A loud click erupts when it slips past his incisors, and it startles them both. 

“Fuck,” he mutters. Two fingers fly up to his lips, rubbing half-heartedly at the emerging soreness below them. 

Jimin’s eyebrows raise expectantly while he waits on a substantive reply; he isn’t likely to get one. Still, his blinks come in slow-motion, eyelids heavy under the weight of his intoxication. Slurring just a little, he offers, “Maybe it’s weird for you to just walk over and introduce yourself, but it’s way weirder to gawk at them for twenty minutes without saying a word.”

Jimin’s right, and Hoseok knows he’s right, but something is making his knees wobble, and he can’t bring himself to move. Not towards the keg, not towards you. Though he’s never been shy, he’s never felt this boneless before.

“I don’t even know their name,” he mutters, as if it’s a viable excuse. Even he doesn’t buy it.

Up ahead, you sit crooked on the kitchen counter without paying any attention whatsoever to the loudness around you. One leg dangles from the counter’s height while the other is bent, tucked comfortably underneath the hinge of your knee. Your elbow rests on the sill of the open window behind you, adjoining hand propping your head up. 

And because it’s somehow possible to look even more effortless, your hair flutters ever-so-slightly upon the breeze.

Your free hand grips a coffee mug — a Snoopy mug, no less — though its contents certainly aren’t coffee, and the ceramic rests gently upon your leg. Even from several meters away, Hoseok can see the condensation dripping down from that mug, down the side of your thigh. He watches a bead of water roll down, down, down, out of sight. He swallows hard.

Jimin snickers at the slack-jawed boy beside him. Pointing one hand lazily at you in the distance, he drops your name with an odd reverence. Somehow, it feels appropriate. Still, Hoseok’s own — frantic —  hand reaches out and pulls Jimin’s down to his side.

Subtlety has never been Jimin’s strong suit.

“Transferred here at the start of spring semester, so you just missed them, lover boy.”

Hoseok, whose graduation ceremony concluded mere hours ago, swats Jimin’s hands away as tickling fingers attack his side.

“They’re terrifying,” Jimin continues, unprompted. 

Hoseok wonders how the fuck this is supposed to be reassuring. If Jimin’s coaxing him to talk to you, why would he lead with this? 

Jimin course-corrects. “Not in, like, the kind of way that should make you fear for your safety, of course.”

Hoseok is puzzled and it’s palpable. His brows furrow as he questions, “So, what, then? They won’t hit me, but they might steal my wallet?”

Jimin hums thoughtfully before responding. Hoseok figures he’s trying to access the part of his brain not currently steeped in gas station rum.

“It’s hard to explain,” he sighs, unhelpful. “They’re a bit chaotic, and honestly, it intimidates the shit out of me whenever I find someone more charismatic than me.”

Hoseok shoots his friend a pointed look.

Jimin scoffs, “What? It’s rare.” He lifts his hands in self-defense, albeit lazily, then adds, “Not mean or anything, just a wild card.”

“If you’re scared to talk to them, why should I?” Hoseok asks, incredulous.

Jimin simply shrugs. Unhelpful. With a frustrated groan, Hoseok chucks his cup at the overfilled trash can in the corner. It bounces off the top of the pile and lands lamely on the hardwood. Hoseok frowns.

Tired of his stalling, Jimin stumbles behind Hoseok and pushes at his shoulder blades. Hoseok trips off towards the kitchen, wholly unable to stop his momentum before crashing into the table. Upon impact, several stacks of cups clatter down around his feet. The beer bank —  a jar full of loose change collected to cover the cost of the keg — wobbles ominously.

He can’t react quickly enough to catch it; it tips over and shatters on the floor. Behind him, someone pauses the stereo while everyone else boos. 

“Party foul!” A voice shouts from nowhere. It sounds a lot like Seokjin, to no one’s surprise.

Within seconds, Hoseok is pelted with empty cups, beer pong balls, and other assorted garbage. As the trash ricochets off him, his face burns, blushing beet red. That embarrassment bites at the tips of his ears, which poke out under the beanie shoved down over his hair. 

To be clear, Hoseok doesn’t give a shit or fuck about the people roasting him — loudly and with vigor — behind his back. He does, however, give a massive shit about your bemused gaze, which is now fixed squarely on him.

Your mouth is frozen in the shape of an “o,” but it quickly thaws when you hop down from your perch and grab the dish rag hanging off the oven handle behind you. You trot over to him like a field medic and, as you do, any grasp he has of the Korean language goes flying out that open window behind you. 

“If I had a won for everything I’ve broken, I could’ve paid for the keg myself.” 

The force of your giggle damn near knocks him prone. 

When you crouch down to assess the damage, Hoseok joins you automatically. He still hasn’t said a word by the time you begin sweeping shards of glass into the towel; and he’s still unwillingly mute when you prick your finger. The words are still missing when you press your tongue flush against the nick left behind, pink on red. 

For good fucking reason, you’re puzzled by his silence. Hoseok gets the impression that you aren’t used to one-sided conversations, but he’s having a hell of a time forming coherent thoughts.

You just walk around looking like this all the time? And what, everyone else just has to deal with it?

“Oh shit!” You suddenly exclaim, though your words are close to incomprehensible with your tongue indisposed.

Realizing this, you pull your finger away from your mouth and instead pinch it hard against the hem of your denim shorts. Your face is awash with embarrassment, and that makes your tone soften significantly. Almost whispering, you say, “Someone said there’s an international student here, doesn’t understand a word of Korean. Is that you?”

Hoseok snorts. “If it was, how would I know you’d asked?”

You cringe, sigh forlornly at your own fuck up, and drop into a seated position. Thankfully, you manage to steer clear of the jar’s remnants as you do — though Hoseok would’ve readily volunteered to help remove any glass that may have gotten stuck to the back of your thighs. 

Your breezy laugh floats into the distance between the two of you, smelling like pineapple juice and vodka. Hoseok has never encountered someone who embodied summer so completely. Now, he’s warm all over.

“Don’t ask how I made it three years into a bachelor’s degree while being this much of a babo,” you warn him. “It’s a mystery to me, too.”

You squint one eye and scrunch your nose. The smattering of freckles on your cheeks slips into the creases of your grimace. A smile tugs at Hoseok’s lips, though he tries very hard to conceal it. 

“But now that I know you do speak Korean, I don’t see any reason why I can’t know your name.”

Jesus.

Jimin was right.

You are a pistol — and goddamn, does he love it.

“Hoseok,” he says finally. He holds out a hand for you to shake, but you grab it, pull it, and nearly send him falling face first into your lap. He sputters, all the while, “Aish! What are you —”

You run your index finger over a crease in his palm, near his thumb. It tickles; his own fingers twitch reflexively under your touch. You chew on your bottom lip, deep in thought. Hoseok is enthralled. 

“Had a rough go of it, Hoseok?”

His eyes widen, brows shooting up into his hairline. “I – what?”

“The lines on your palm are telling me you’ve got a luck problem,” you explain casually, not looking up from his hand.

You offer nothing further except a thoughtful hum. Without letting go of his hand, your twinkling eyes blink up at him from under a thick curtain of black eyelashes.

“Better turn that around, yeah?”

All he can do is stare. He’s dumbstruck, and you haven’t even introduced yourself yet.

Tragically, you let go of his hand and flick your hair over your bare shoulder. As if you can read his thoughts, you beam and state your name. Then, with your head tilting curiously to one side, you smirk. “But you’re in my kitchen, so I hope that’s not news to you.”

“Nice to meet you,” he starts. And before he can stop himself, he finishes with, “I think I love you.”

#jade writes #jade’s drabbles #jade’s requests #2k drabblepalooza #hoseok imagine #hoseok scenarios #hoseok fluff #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #hoseok x y/n #bts #bts drabble #bts imagine #bts scenarios #hobi drabble #hobi imagine #hobi scenarios #hobi fluff #hobi x reader #hobi x you #hobi x y/n #btshoneyhive #micdropnet #re: the one with hoseok and the palm reader #johanna! #moots

[jjungkookislife]

Envuélveme

pairing: contigo!hoseok x f. hispanic reader

genre: established relationship, Christmas au, smut [18+]

summary: Hoseok shows you just how talented he is with his hands

wc: 835

warnings: bondage with ribbon, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), mentions of unprotected sex, creampie, spanking

date: January 4, 2024

prompt 23: "I cannot wrap gifts for the life of me."

Frustration fills your body as you pause the video on your phone. You've been battling the Christmas gift on your bed for the last fifteen minutes, growing more and more agitated as your failures pile up and you start giving up.

Hoseok watches from the other end of the bed, one hand under his head and the other on his phone, scrolling through TikToks. He looks gorgeous shirtless with his Christmas pajama pants (little candy canes and snoopy littering the fabric) and his long hair fluffy and a little curly at the ends.

"Need help, mi amor?" he asks gently, setting his phone on the nightstand.

"No," you huff, trying to undo the knot on the ribbon you were holding with disdain. "Yo puedo."

Hoseok nods, watching you try again only to sigh heavily and give up. You push the present to the side, grabbing the red ribbon in your hands and glaring at it.

"Why did I think ribbon tying would be easy? My bows are crooked or they unravel faster than I can blink. I cannot wrap gifts for the life of me. Hoseok!" you whine and he chuckles as he scoots closer to you. He takes the ribbon from your hands.

"Acuestate, por favor," Hoseok instructs, and you lay down as you're told.

Curiously, you look up at him, and he grins. He leans over you, his lips pressing kisses to yours. His hand cups your face, the kiss growing deeper as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips. Moaning softly, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close until he's settled between your thighs. Your nightgown bunches up at your hips and Hoseok grabs your thighs in his hands. He curses when he grabs your panties, tugging them down your legs and your arousal is evident.

Smiling, you meet his gaze, sitting up just enough to remove your nightgown and toss it over the side of the bed. Hoseok sits back on his heels, grabbing the ribbon and cutting it at a length he deems appropriate. He pulls the scissors closer, within reach should he need to cut you loose.

Your heart quickens with excitement, biting back a moan when he asks if you'd like to be tied up.

"Yes, please," you plead and he chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose before he takes your wrists over your head and easily binds them together. He makes sure to tie the ends in a great big bow and you roll your eyes.

"You're just showing off now," you bite and he laughs.

"I've been wrapping gifts for ages, baby. I offered to help," he reminds you and you scoff. He did.

Hoseok smirks as he takes you in. Tied and up and dripping wet for him. He could devour you in one bite. He could wrap the ribbon around your legs and call you his gift.

The possibilities are endless.

Hoseok kisses your lips, his hands roaming your body slowly, kissing his way down to your neck, between your breasts until he's between your thighs.

"Fuck," you curse when his tongue meets your wet folds, body trembling as he dives in again. You want to card your fingers through his hair, fuck his face and make him groan your name, but your wrists are over your head, bound and useless.

Hoseok's dark gaze meets yours, licking his lips before he sucks on your clit. He swirls his tongue, his fingers pushing into you, and you arch off the bed. Hoseok thinks you look beautiful, so pretty all tied for him, at his mercy. He wants to grant you every pleasure.

Your body heats, hips wiggling and thighs quivering as he holds one and places it over his shoulder. Hoseok curls his fingers, adding a third as you moan his name.

You're so close already, Hoseok knows all the right places to touch, and you wish you could grip the sheets or his hair. You want Hoseok desperately, want him to fill you full of his cock and stuff you full of cum. Want him to tie your hands behind your back, using them as leverage as he fucks into you deeply, smacking your ass and fucking you full.

"Hoseok, please," your voice is airy, moans spilling freely as he sucks your clit and you cry out for him one more time before falling apart.

Hoseok chuckles as he rises, licking his lips. "Good?"

"So good," you answer breathlessly.

Hoseok grips the scissors, cutting the ribbon loose and releasing your wrists. He brings them to his lips, kissing each indention delicately and rubbing your skin softly. He'll make sure to rub some lotion on your wrists in a bit, but first, he holds you in his arms, kissing your shoulder as he rests his forehead on your back.

"You did so well, my love," he whispers.

You smile, melting into him as he kisses his way up your neck, turning your head to kiss your lips.

"Te amo."

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#hoseok smut #hoseok drabble #hoseok x hispanic!reader #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x reader insert #hoseok x y/n #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fanfiction #bf!hoseok au

[angsthology]

wrong answers only — rvstw

what is your name?

“troy barnes”

how old are you?

“twenty dog years”

what team do you drive for?

“prema”

how do you spell porsche?

“d-a-r-n”

who is your teammate?

“your mom”

name a fruit

she laughs, “me”

who is the current world champion?

“snoopy”

what sound does an f1 car make?

she starts singing the powerpuff girls them song.

how many wheels does a formula one car have?

“twenty-eight”

who is porsche’s team principal?

“woodstock”

what colours are on the chequered flag?

“yellow and green”

what colour are soft tyres?

she blinks, “uhm—white”

name a mammal

“no”

name a superhero

“daisy-mae”

what is the square root of 114?

“what the fuck—uh—cat”

what album won album of the year in the grammys in 2021?

“uh—ha!—texcessive presents”

do a c minor

the noise she made can only be described as a fork scratching against a plate

how many points do you get for finishing first in a race?

“sixty-nine”

real mature.

#tine’s roo vs the world #rvstw games

[planet4love]

BLACKPINK💜JISOO #BLACKPINK #JISOO #love #lovesickgirls #prettysavage #boombayah #howyoulikethat #blinks #foreveryoung #loveofmylife #icecream #artist #musician #singer #actress #dancer #model #star #snoopy #jeju #island #southkorea (at Jeju Island, Korea) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce3s69MrC2i/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#blackpink #jisoo #love #lovesickgirls #prettysavage #boombayah #howyoulikethat #blinks #foreveryoung #loveofmylife #icecream #artist #musician #singer #actress #dancer #model #star #snoopy #jeju #island #southkorea

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Great Hunt! Chapter 21: The Nine Rings

You can tell I'm getting into the weeds when it comes to chapter art. Frankly, the people who made this card were getting into the weeds when it comes to game mechanics because that card effect has nothing to do with Mr. Caldevwin. Is that a spoiler? The whole rest of this post is full of them when it comes to this series, so don't keep reading if that bothers ya.

This chapter starts up with the Harp icon as Rand performs this evening and reflects a little on Thom. I suppose it also reflects inns in general.

The innkeeper was a lean woman with a long nose and graying hair, but her wrinkles seemed part of her ready smile more than anything else.

A thin innkeeper? She must be evil! That's why she's giving a home to these soldiers.

“As you say, my Lord.” Mistress Madwen’s glance flickered to Rand’s sword; the bronze herons were plain on scabbard and hilt. She frowned slightly, but her face was clear again in a blink.

I was kinda joking because I don't remember much about this gal but she is very snoopy. I suppose part of it is just her job but her disapproval of Rand's weapon does make me wonder.

“We are not hunting the Horn, mistress.” Rand did not glance at the bundle in Loial’s arms; the blanket with its colorful stripes hung bunched over the Ogier’s thick arms and disguised the chest well. “We surely are not. We are on our way to the capital.”

A thousand miles away, Moiraine feels a sudden surge of pride and does not know why.

The innkeeper gave a surprised blink when Hurin sat at table with them—an Ogier, it seemed, was one thing, but Hurin was clearly a servant in her eyes.

All of this is pretty good set-up for how stratified the societies of the eastern subcontinent are. In Baerlon and the Borderlands there wasn't much concern for any divisions within the party except gender lines and Moiraine's being Aes Sedai, and it's hardly unreasonable to expect blurred lines in social divisions in a small group traveling like this, but it's clear that in Cairhien the wilderness is no excuse to start fraternizing.

Selene’s was still half full, but she motioned curtly for one of the girls to take it.

Lanfear's wondering what the odds are of her finding a stasis box with some proper Chinese food in it.

Rand hesitated only a moment. It had been too long since he had practiced the flute rather than the sword, and the coins in his pouch would not last forever.

Here's that important theme again. We're in book 2 and already Rand's worried he's losing his sensitive side to war. He doesn't even know.

Selene looked at Rand as if wondering what he was...

I wonder if LTT had ever picked up any instruments. Probably not.

Did she really let me go? I wonder if she’s following me. Or waiting for me. “Sit down, Captain. Please.” Caldevwin drew a chair from another table. “Tell me, Captain, if you don’t mind. Have you seen any other strangers recently? A lady, short and slender, and a fighting man with blue eyes. He’s tall, and sometimes he wears his sword on his back.”

Note here how Rand is already succumbing to the paranoia associated with his condition. Book 1 Rand wouldn't have had these thoughts and he wouldn't have felt compelled to ask questions like this immediately either.

“A wondrous place I have heard, Lord Rand—I may call you so?—and fine men, the Andormen. No Cairhienin has ever worn a blademaster’s sword so young as you. I met some Andormen, once, the Captain-General of the Queen’s Guards among them. I do not remember his name; an embarrassment. Perhaps you could favor me with it?”

You can tell that this guy is only a Captain because he's nowhere near subtle enough to play in the Cairhienien Major Leagues.

Just as Selene opened her mouth, one of the serving girls let out a cry and dropped a lamp she was taking down from a shelf.

Lanfear's really restraining herself here to not make the Captain himself have to run away screaming.

The Cairhienin’s eyes sharpened. “It is part of the statue, my Lord Rand,” he said slowly. His gaze flickered toward Loial; for an instant he seemed to be considering something new.

"Are the Ogier allying with Andor to steal our old statues?!" Sure it sounds silly but like, what else can they be thinking? They probably don't know that the statue's a sa'angreal (it's way outside of the usual) but why couldn't it be a war asset from ancient days? Why would the Andorians even know about it to send a spy? Rand's causing trouble again and he barely even knows it.

“I have five hundred laborers in camp beyond the diggings, and even so it will be past summer’s end before we have it clear. They are men from the Foregate. Half my work is to keep them digging, and the other half to keep them out of this village. Foregaters have a fondness for drinking and carousing, you understand, and these people lead quiet lives.” His tone said his sympathies were all with the villagers.

Well based on the size of the village, five hundred carousers hitting them up every night would probably get the place burned down in a week or two. Keeping civil order is an incredibly difficult task!

For twenty-three years Barin Madwen and I were arguing when we weren’t kissing, so to speak. That’s by way of saying I have some experience. Right now, you’re thinking your Lady never wants to see you again, but it’s my way of thinking that if you tap on her door tonight, she’ll be taking you in.

Again, the "skinny innkeepers are obvious Darkfriends" things is a joke but... it could work for Mistress Mad wen, couldn't it? Moves from Lugard to Cairhien to escape bad deeds there, runs the inn to keep her eyes open in case anything happens, Choedan Kal discovered so she becomes important, Ishamael takes her to the party so she's up to date, and here she is with advice that could be entirely innocent or could be straight from Lanfear - and why attack Rand like all the DFs from last book did when he's already in a Forsaken's clutches?

It's probably not remotely intended in the text but hey.

“Daes Dae’mar, Lord Rand,” Hurin said.

In the Game of Houses, you win or you die.

Okay maybe I'm getting my fantasy epics confused but I do enjoy how Jordan managed to communicate all of GRRM's themes even though they're not central to his own thesis.

“He has the right of Daes Dae’mar, Lord Rand. Cairhienin play it more than most, though all southerners do.”

And this is a bit of cultural blindness, really. We saw that Malkier's end came from someone playing Daes Dae'mar and while everyone has to fall in behind their leaders for obvious reasons there's going to be some jockeying. The Borderlands are just so far away from the rest of the world that they don't have to play the game at all, especially since Tar Valon actually comes through for them consistently - but then, that's the Game too, in its own way.

But in the morning, Selene was gone. When Rand went down to the common room, Mistress Madwen handed him a sealed parchment. “If you’ll forgive me, my Lord, you should have listened to me. You should have tapped on your Lady’s door.”

I'd say this still fits the Darkfriend theory.

Loial almost missed a step. “I never like to be far from my books, Captain.” His wide mouth flashed teeth in a self-conscious grin, and he hurried to strap the chest onto his saddle.

Okay Loial, I guess I was a little mean calling you naive before.

“He had the inn watched, Lord Rand,” Hurin whispered. “The Lady Selene must have gotten past them unseen somehow.”

Caldevwin has every reason to wonder if Lord Rand murdered his wife and is having the Ogier carry her corpse around in a box at this point. Good thing we'll never see or hear from him again, unlike Mistress Madwen who apparently gets mentioned again in Winter's Heart for some reason? Bizarre.

“Nothing is happening the way I expect,” Rand said.

And it never fucking will.

Next time: Stuff doesn't happen as Moiraine expects either! (Unlike Rand though, she'll sharpen up on her understanding of the future)

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #rand al'thor #loial #lanfear #hurin #elricain tavolin #aldrin caldevwin

[kaianeedskafa]

an AFTG headcannon:

Dan makes the team take turns during workouts at the gym to put their liked songs on shuffled play for everyone so that they can share their music taste with the rest of the group. everyone agrees because it makes the entire thing far more interesting

so they go in team order

first it’s Dan who unsurprisingly hits shuffle to ‘What Does The Fox Say’ followed by ‘Bad Case of Loving You’ (which she danced with Matt to and is now one of her favourites) no one’s surprised by either song or the way Matt and Dan start shouting the lyrics.

then it’s Kevin’s turn. he hits shuffle to ‘Achilles Come Down’ and some Bastille like ‘Icarus’ and ‘Pompeii’ with a mix of ‘Greek God’ thrown in there too. being a history nerd it’s pretty much expected and no one blinks an eye just gets straight to work.

after that comes Andrew. so the whole group being snoopy as hell watches him unlock his phone to hit shuffle (his wallpapers are really cursed photos of neil and the cats, blurred and everything) and what comes on is Katy Perry’s ‘Hot and Cold’. he sets his phone down, it blasts through the speakers, he picks up his jump rope and starts working out, everyone’s staring, Neil’s looking at his phone trying to determine if it’s broken. after the song’s over Taylor Swift appears and Andrew’s mouthing along every line. they’re all shocked.

Matt unsurprisingly has a mixture of guilty-pleasure rap and rock music and some low vibe tunes. ‘Chill’ comes on and everyone’s enjoying themselves and then a complete opposite genre hits and you have Panic! At The Disco’s ‘House of Memories’ blaring and everyone’s scrambling at the phone to turn it the hell down. Then it’s ‘Beggin’’ and everyone’s rocking out to the classic and in general they find Matt’s taste pretty chill.

so then it’s Aaron’s turn. Aaron somehow has the gayest taste because half his songs are Troye Sivan and the other half are genuinely good also. but everyone’s caught off guard as Wannabe by Spice Girls comes on. Aaron’s eyes go wide in panic, he leaps for his phone. Nicky snatches it and Aaron chases him around the room as it plays shouting protests no one believes that Katelyn added it not him.

Seth (rip but we’ll include him) is completely unsurprising. half his songs are rock, the other half are EDM, all of them are men swearing into the microphone for half an hour, all of his liked songs are labelled E for explicit. they listen to ‘YEAH RIGHT’ and ‘Parents’ and other shit that Andrew completely vibes with too but refuses to say and they have a pretty good time swearing their lungs out over the lyrics.

so Allison’s next. she follows her boyfriend up with a bunch of songs about how girls don’t need men or money, her songs are either pretty empowering or downright popular girl taste. they hear a range from ‘Cheap Thrills’, ‘Scars To Your Beautiful’ and ‘Bang Bang’ all in the 20 minutes they’re listening for.

after that comes Nicky. somehow his taste is less gay than Aaron yet he has a bunch of girly-pop songs and viral tiktok sounds and shit and everyone recognises each one in a heartbeat (except neil who’s oblivious as the day is long). you’ll hear ‘24K Magic’, ‘Youngblood’ and even ‘Slow Hands’ (which Aaron mimes puking to).

Renee is completely emo, half of them expected it, half of them are shocked. She’s got Lorde and Lana Del Ray on repeat, she plays ‘Royals’ and then ‘Get Stupid’ by bülow and everyone understands her better after the half hour is over.

then very lastly is Neil’s turn. most of its a bunch of old songs his mother would play (definitely a lot of Pink Floyd, The Beatles and Queen) and then the other half are just outright concerning. you have ‘Suicide’ by Issac Dunbar, ‘I Wanna Get Better’ by the Bleachers, ‘Sick Boy’ and so on and everyone’s completely worried for him by the end. Dan asks if he’s alright and Matt hugs him, Neil looks at them confused and over to Andrew who just shrugs.

overall it’s very successful, because they’re only mocking each other’s taste half the time and normally it’s arguing for three quarters of it over the music, so all in all more working out is done :)

#aftg meme #aftg #aftg headcannon #tfc headcanon #the foxhole court #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #danielle wilds #matthew boyd #aaron minyard #seth gordon #renee walker #allison reynolds #nicky hemmick

[loudlooks]

Day 30 - Charlie Brown

A/N: Tiva, follow-up of day 29. Remembered the original goal of this challenge and ended up just going with it and adding more of an ending, it is what it is.

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of fall

Prompt: Charlie Brown

Word count: 944

At the knock on his front door, he turned, about to loudly state that the door was open, only to find Ziva nonchalantly walking in already. "Usually people wait a moment between knocking and entering."

Ziva shrugged, and walked over to where he was standing in the kitchen. "You invited me, and your door was unlocked." She tilted her head slightly. "It smells really good here, Italian?"

"I made us pizza."

Ziva raised an eyebrow.

He grinned sheepishly. "I made someone make us a pizza in exchange for money, it's practically the same thing when you think about it."

Ziva stared at him for a moment. "Tony, why did you invite me over?"

He licked his lips, and swallowed hard, this whole thing had seemed a lot easier and risk free around lunchtime. "To watch a good movie, while enjoying good food and good company." He poured two glasses of wine, managing not to spill anything under Ziva's scrutiny.

"A Snoopy cartoon?"

He locked eyes with her, realizing she had looked up the movie. "And Charlie Brown." He cleared his throat, wondering how much she knew about the story line. "It's a seasonal thing, holidays ..." He picked up both glasses and offered her one.

Ziva ignored the offer. "When are you going to tell me about your breakthrough?"

His stomach clenched, and he twisted his neck uncomfortably. Downing half a glass of wine, he regretted foolishly following his gut earlier in the day. Or had it been his heart?

He returned the glasses to the counter. "After the movie, the pizza, and at least one bottle of wine."

Ziva scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You are braver than this, Tony, just spit it out "

Tony frowned, unsure if she suspected his ulterior motive, or if she was simply tired and impatient.

Ziva looked at him in confusion. "Did I get that idiom wrong?"

He let out a half chuckle. "No, no, you got that right." He averted his eyes, looking anywhere but at her while trying to find the right words. And the courage.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "It's not that easy, Ziva."

"It can be,” she said tightly.

He locked eyes with her, the hopefulness in her eyes both confused and strengthened him. "It's complicated," he said in a gravelly voice, the potential of losing his best friend weighing heavy on his heart.

Her eyes seemed to dim as she glanced downwards for a moment. With a self-conscious smile she met his gaze again. "Because I am complicated."

A jolt of confusion, closely followed by panic ran through his mind. He grabbed hold of her right hand, and caressed her cheek with his other. "No," he said hoarsely, shaking his head. "It's because I'm terrified of losing you." He dropped her hand so he could cup her face with both hands. "I have had to live without seeing you every day, Ziva, without the prospect of ever seeing you again." Letting out a scoff, he added, "And we weren't even..." He blinked slowly and swallowed hard. Lowering his forehead to hers, he quietly said, "I don't want to go through that again."

Ziva placed the palms of her hands on his chest, calming his frantic heart. "You won't."

He pulled back to meet her eyes. "You don't know that."

She bit her bottom lip, then smiled softly. "We agreed to be more open with each other."

Tony nodded.

"And we do not have to rush into anything, we can slowly get used to being around each other 24/7, take things one day at a time."

He took a deep breath, briefly focusing on her hands above his fluttering heart. "You realize you're going to have to start telling me things, right?"

Her fingers lightly grasped at his shirt as she took a deep breath. "I know."

"Even if you think they might hurt me." He raised an eyebrow. "Or endanger me."

Ziva nodded. "I am trying."

Tony sighed, and gently kissed her forehead. “I know.” He pulled her into a tight embrace, and her arms wrapped around him easily as she seemed to sink into him.

“Do we have to watch the cartoon?” she said against his chest a few moments later.

He chuckled. “No, you kind of skipped over the lead up I needed and went straight to the happy ending.”

Ziva loosened her hold on him just enough to meet his eyes. “Charlie Brown gets the girl?”

He smiled softly. “Yeah, imagine that.”

Her tongue darted out briefly, and she bit her bottom lip. “So, what do you want to do now?”

“The pizza’s getting cold.”

“It can be reheated.”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “Sounds to me like you know exactly what we should be doing.”

Ziva grinned widely and pulled his head down, kissing him slowly until he was breathless.

He resisted the need to continue exploring her with his mouth, his hand caressed her cheek and neck on its own volition. “I thought you wanted to take things slow?”

“We can make out slowly,” she said in a throaty voice, eyes sparkling.

“Can you?” He licked his lips, still tasting her on them, and nudged her nose with his. “I vividly remember you trying to eat me alive a few months after we first met.“

Ziva pulled back slightly to look at him with hooded eyes full of desire and glee. “That was not real.”

“Felt real to me,” he said huskily against her mouth, as he pulled her hips flush against his, sending a tingle down every nerve ending.

“Oh,” Ziva breathed, claiming his mouth once more. “I vividly remember that.”

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tagging @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus, @indestinatus, @happygirl-0408

#tiva fanfiction #30 days of fall #my fanfiction #i did it #30 stories in 30 days #although technically it's 28 because two of them ended up being a two-parter hmmm #don't quite remember when i started posting but i think i managed that in 30 days too #at least it's still autumn #now i can stress myself out over a spring challenge the next few years

[kadebronson]

oh christ-mas

01. december is for cynics - the matches

02. i won't be home for christmas - blink-182

03. silent night - the dickies

04. merry christmas - the ramones

05. there ain't no sanity clause - the damned

06. christmas wrapping - the waitresses

07. fairtyale of new york - the pogues ft. kirsty maccoll

08. forget december - something corporate

09. all i want for christmas is you - mariah carey

10. rudolph the manic reindeer - los lobos

11. merry axe-mas - ice nine kills

12. christmas every day - simple plan

13. santa has a mullet - nerf herder

14. yule shoot your eye out - fall out boy

15. what's this - from the nightmare before christmas

16. this time of year - the mighty mighty bosstones

17. skank for christmas - reel big fish

18. snoopy's christmas - smash mouth

19. all i want for christmas is you - my chemical romance

20. the corner store on christmas - bowling for soup

21. you're a mean one, mr. grinch - misfits

22. the snow miser song - 45 grave

23. alone this holiday - the used

24. ex-miss - new found glorey

25. where did my xmas tree go? - vengaboys

26. i want an alien for christmas - fountains of wayne

27. one christmas catalogue - VH X RR, logan

28. do you hear what i hear? - william beckett

29. thank god it's christmas - queen

30. christmas at the zoo - the flaming lips

31. don't shoot me santa - the killers ft. ryan perdy

32. christmas vacation - descendents

33. xmas has been X'ed - NOFX

34. father christmas - the kinks

35. bad guy's christmas - harley poe

36. oi to the world - the vandals

37. christmas day - squeeze

38. it doesn't often snow at christmas - pet shop boys

39. last christmas - wham!

40. 2000 miles - the pretenders

41. home on christmas day - cyndi lauper

42. santa claus - throwing muses

43. santa's beard - they might be giants

44. skank 'til christmas - the selecter

45. all i want for christmas (is world peace) - timbuk 3

46. shouldn't have given him a gun for christmas - wall of voodoo

47. homo christmas - pansy division

48. sympathy 4 the grinch - 100 gecs

49. one more sleep 'til christmas - from a muppet christmas carol

you can listen to the playlist here!

#i haven't really been in the holiday spirit this year #which i'm sure a lot of you can relate to #but i'll still share this and maybe share some good times amongst the hell this world is #not to be too depressing #playlist