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eaterofman · 7 months

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Yandere Harem Coworkers x New Hire Reader

Now with a part 2 <3

Good news: You landed your dream job! Bad news: Your coworkers are fucking insane.

CW: Yanderes, workplace harassment, possessiveness, implied stalking, power dynamics, dubcon touching

You hadn't expected a job like this to come so easily.

It really had been a dream job from the moment you laid eyes on the job posting, and they'd even offered you better during the interview! They'd even thrown in an extra sign on bonus! You couldn't believe your luck. You were finally going places.

Really, how could you say no?

Your interviewer was the HR manager, Leon Jacobs. He was a stern looking man, clearly in his late 40's, and didn't seem to have a single flaw in his appearance. His age showed in the beginnings of grey hairs atop his tidy, shortcut black hair, and the creases beneath his eyes. His appearance was beyond intimidating. Dark, scowling eyes picked you apart from behind his glasses as you fidgeted in your chair. Whatever nightmare of an interview you thought was coming, never happened. Instead, you were surprised when he almost immediately offered you not only the job, but an even better salary and bonus than was advertised. You were almost too stunned to speak, as he held out his hand to shake, his dark expression lifting with the slightest twitch of his lips. You took his hand shakily in agreement. In your excitement, you didn't notice the way his hand gripped yours a hair too tight, or how his touch lingered for a few moments longer than it should have. The way his gaze intently followed your figure as you walked out was also missed by you.

"We're so happy to welcome you to the team. Our team will make sure your time working here is as pleasant as possible."

Your trainer is a well respected man, Warren Pen. Warren is a huge man, easily towering over you. While he'd be otherwise intimidating at his size, his warm expression and demeanor quickly puts you at ease. How could you be afraid of him, with his warm brown eyes and bouncy red curls and gentle smile? You quickly learned that he must have a pretty high position in the company. His office alone was almost as big as your entire apartment! The office they give you is nearly as big, much to your surprise. Warren reassures you that it's not a mistake, that they just want you to be comfortable in your new position. You are so very important to the company, after all. As he helps you settle in, you're amazed by his generosity and kindness. You're too happy to question why there's such a big office space right next to his open for you, or why such a high ranking worker would be assigned to train a newbie. You're initially confused about why all your other coworkers seem to cower away from him... until you see him lose it on a poor intern. His demeanor changed from a gentle giant to a raging monster within the blink of an eye, screaming at the intern over a simple filing mistake. You find yourself suddenly on your toes around him, waiting for a verbal barrage over one of your mishaps, but it never comes.

"Don't worry, I'd never treat you like that. They deserved it. You're doing perfect."

Your department's boss is a man named Jax Wright. Jax is a charming man, and the childhood best friend of Warren. He's slim and tall, with black hair and a slightly rugged appearance. He always seems to be in a rush, hair usually rustled and a 5 o'clock shadow a constant on his face. Yet, he somehow takes time out of his busy day to visit you. Or, more accurately, he finds the time to corner you when you're alone or with Warren. You don't want to lose this dream of a job, so you don't mention the way the childhood friends always find a way to crowd around you in the more narrow hallways or the breakroom. They insist you have lunch everyday with them, why would you want to eat by yourself? You really shouldn't deny your superiors' lunch requests, y'know. You ignore the lingering touches as he leans in far closer than necessary to examine your work, hands placed possessively on your shoulders. He loves to give you overwhelming praise, even for the most minor of accomplishments. You're afraid your other coworkers will think the worst of you because of the special treatment, but they seem to be avoiding you nearly as much as they avoid Warren.

"Good job. You're exceptional as always. It's been an absolute pleasure to work with you. Keep being good and you're bound for a raise."

With the rest of the department seeming to avoid you like the plague, you start to believe that you're stuck with just the overbearing childhood friends to talk to. That is until the secretary, Jake Moor, begins to talk to you. Jake is flamboyant, to say the least. He's bright, from his beaming white smile to his wide array of cute, colorful ties he matches with his suit. He's young, in his early 20s, and his bright blonde hair only adds to his youthful appearance. He's almost too much, talking at light speed and somehow being more touchy than your boss. He always finds a reason to pull you into hugs, or rustle your hair playfully. It doesn't bother you much though, he's just being friendly, right? And you really don't want to lose one of the few friends you have in the department. He has some sort of treat for you everyday, usually a homemade meal or pastry you have to find the time to eat alone before you're coworkers steal you away to have lunch with them. His cheerful nature motivates you to stay with the company, he really is your "beacon of light". You even find yourself giggling to yourself as he sends you silly motivational cat pictures throughout your day. He's so cute you don't even question how he got your number when you never gave it to him yourself. You do find it a bit odd that he knows exactly where to go when your car breaks down one day and he gives you a ride home, but you'd told him you lived in those apartments on the east side, remember? He'd never use his position to look at confidential paperwork. Never.

"I brought you in some cookies I baked last night, and here, I even made some dog treats! I've never made them before, let me know how he likes them! How did I know you have a dog? ...you told me, remember? Silly!"

As the weeks pass, you start to become more accustomed to your coworker's odd mannerisms. They still wear on you, but the money is just so good. You need it, where else would you even go? There's no chance you'd find anything near as good, if you found anything at all. You needed this job, Jax and Warren's overbearing natures aside. At least you had Jake, who always seems to know exactly what you need whenever you need it.

You can tough it out... right?

#reader insert #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere boss #yandere coworkers #yandere harem #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines

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churipu · 2 months

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WHAT REMINDS THEM OF YOU 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru, megumi fushiguro, itadori yuuji

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. just pure fluff :D

note. i was going to write some hurt comfort — but then i figured that i wanted to keep myself sane for today :>

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

anything strawberry. scent, taste — anything strawberry.

gojo remembered when the first time he brought you home some honeoye strawberries after a mission since it was in season. the way your eyes just lit up at the sight of strawberries made him happy, and from then on — gojo looks at a picture of a strawberry or even smelled strawberry from god knows where.

he just thinks of you.

one time gojo saw a rabbit eating a strawberry while scrolling through his social media, and he wasted no time sending the video to you with a small message: "you <33"

or the other time gojo sees a bucket cap with strawberry motives and he just had to get it for you. the male waited in line for half an hour for that hat (and he had to "fight" a kid for it, he won in the end because the kid moved on to a duck motive hat instead).

"baby, look what i got you — strawberry scented bath bomb. it was the last one on stock, and i had to argue with a lady over it," he happily bursts through the door, boasting while raising what seemed to be a bath bomb.

gojo just knows when you change your usual brand of strawberry lip balm. it took him a peck and he asks you, "did you change your brand? this one tastes weird," he wipes his lips.

"they were out of stock, 'toru."

"why didn't you say so?" he cooed, kissing the bridge of your nose, "i'd go to the other side of the earth to get you one, y'know?"

you chuckled, "or, i could just wait for it to stock back . . ."

"nonsense!"

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

the smiths.

he finds it amusing when you start quoting that one scene from 500 days of summer, "i love the smiths . . ." and he just unexpectedly replied with, "sorry?"

but that time — he didn't know that he was "unknowingly" going along with it. confused, he had to question you about it, and when you told him it was from a movie. megumi finally understood and thought that maybe you really liked the movie.

he was wrong. it wasn't the movie, it was the smiths. so now, every time he sees anything or hears anything about the band, he finds himself thinking about you — but he'd never actually say that. megumi often listens to their songs just so he could understand when you talked to him about it.

also, quoting the movie was now a habit for you two. you just go, "i love the smiths," out of the blue and megumi will continue it (even if he says that it's pretty corny).

megumi loves it when you listen to the smiths out loud, singing softly to the tune. the male tries really hard to get you unofficial merchandise, official merchandise for the smiths are actually so hard to find today — so he just had to go and make it custom for you.

"and when the double decker bus, crashes into us . . ." he heard you sing, both of your ears jammed with earbuds from the earphones, "to die by your side."

that, was your favorite song. and megumi made it into a custom painting of you and him as if the two of you were in that one scene in 500 days of summer. i'm not kidding.

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

mochi skin. the texture, the flesh. it just reminded him of your cheeks — it's so squishy and soft. every single time he buys a mochi, he makes sure to do something that he calls a squish test.

where he squishes the mochi, and then squishes your cheeks. if they don't feel the same, yuuji gets rid of the mochi and gets another one (he eats them).

"it doesn't feel the same y/n, i don't like it," he whines out softly, tossing the mochi into his mouth — he angrily takes out another bill of cash to buy another mochi.

"yuuji, why does it have to be the same again?" you asked him, hands inside your pockets.

"because . . ." good point. why?

the male prompts to ignore you and buy another one (three others) to make sure they are the same texture as your cheeks. it's something he does — if a mochi he buys doesn't feel the same way like your cheeks does.

he eats them or lets you have them.

if it does.

he also eats them or lets you have them.

it's just something he does for fun, so he could always remember you. and when you're not there with him — yuuji makes sure to buy at least five before coming over to visit you so he could do the test.

when he's not feeling like it but he misses you, he takes a video and sends it to you with a caption: "i miss you."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #fluff #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #jjk #itadori yuuji #itadori fluff #itadori yuuji x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro x reader

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tarantado-si-viann · 1 year

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The Elves Reacting To Their S/O Wearing Their Clothes^^

Pronouns: You mostly so it's GN^^

A/n: So, hello! I'm new here on tumblr and I just thought that a nice, maybe warm, headcannon ( is that how you spell it? ) would do good for a first start.,. I'm sorry in advanced if there are spellings that are needed to correct! Also, I was lowbat at the moment so I could only do three huhu. But either way, please enjoy<3

P.S- if you liked this one, do me a favor and reblog, won't you?

LEGOLAS•°`~

• "And what's this I see?"

• Although Legolas didn't mind lending his clothes to other people, you may be the first to amuse him in this state.

• There you were dressed in his casual, green, elven shirt with his double sized elven pants on you.

• "Why, hello there! I don't believe we've met...?" he smirks, rubbing his nose as he circles around you in curiosity. You giggled at his pretending and you played along.

• "Y'know, I haven't seen such a handsome ellon like yourself," you state and punch his arm gently. "You are?"

• For a moment, Legolas doesn't know what to say. In fact, he paces around, brewing the correct words until they lingered on the edge of his tongue.

• "The love of your life."

• You were shocked with his sudden answer and felt a trickling heat that crept onto your face in a flustered blush. You stumbled back while hovering your right palm unto your dusted cheeks in embarassment. Legolas chuckled and pulled you close into his arms.

• "Oh, melleth nin, I adore you so. However, I was truly surprised to see you in my own garmets. What made you think of this adorable nonsense?"

• "I didn't think I'd come up to this as well. You know me, full of surprises. Wait... are you perhaps cross?"

• Legolas kissed your forehead and rubbed circles on your back.

• No, Legolas wasn't cross. He was delighted by this incident that he even offered you to borrow more of his clothes next time. Why would he be cross with the person he loved the most?

• "I am not cross, my love. I am very happy and this just gave me an idea! Why don't we do this together? You wear my clothes again and I'll wear yours. Are you up? We could go surprise everyone here in Mirkwood!"

• A fond smile painted on your lips as you nodded in agreement. "Sure thing."

THRANDUIL•°`~

• "Y/n!" A needy voice echoed down the halls calling your name.

• "Huh?" you flinch on your spot, hurriedly placing king Thranduil's belongings back to where they exactly were minutes ago.

• Although you may had messed up... too much. Why, you didn't even know where to begin.

• "Where do these hangers go? How about the robes, oh! And the brushes as well!" you thought while your hands quickly picked up everything you saw. Hot damn!

• The footsteps grew louder and louder until they finally stopped at Thranduil's room. He was annoyed, no joke.

• The door carefully opened, revealing you caught in the headlights.

• "Y—"

• What were those? WHAT WERE THOSE ON YOU? WAS THAT HIS RED ROBE AND RINGS ON YOUR FINGERS?

• Thranduil was speechless. Unlike his son, he wasn't too keen on lending his spare clothes. But this, this would have to been an exception.

• His irritation disappeared like a bubble in an instant. "Uh... I'm sorry..." you sighed and began to remove everything you had a hard time putting on. What was truly the waste was the small, leaf branch circlet thingy that took you hours to prepare.

• However, Thranduil stopped you, a shy look on his face.

• "N-no... please... ke-keep them... I mean, well, uh... I—"

• You laughed nervously. "Wait what?" He looked so sincere, so that had your mind twisted in confusion and at the same time, gave you a hard time comprehending what he just said, not to mention his stuttering.

• "No... keep them, please. As long as you're happy, my dear."

• You blinked a few times before a happy grin etched on your face. It was a sight to see for Thranduil.

• He walked closer to you and fixed the stray hairs on your face, tucking them under your ears. He hummed in satisfaction before placing a quick kiss on your lips. He then turned back to the door when he didn't notice you followed his heels. "What?" he asked you in the least of annoyance.

• You shook your head and wrapped your left arm around his right one. Giving in, he dare let you roam inside the halls with his vibes radiating off of you.

• But wait...

• Where's the circlet thing????

ELROND•°`~

A/n: oof, that's my father figure^^

" Dear, Y/n! Please slow down!" Lindir called from behind you, dragging his heavy clothes along as his panting grew louder and louder across the halls.

You didn't pay mind to him as you continued to jog towards the council meeting, to which you could already see outside the door.

Lindir, who was too tired to chase after you, leaped into the air, catching you off guard, and grasped the end of your long robes. His body hit hard on the floor which made you shriek in guilt.

"Oh, Lindir! Are you hurt? Where does it hurt??" you worriedly call as you helped him sit up. The ellon wore an irritated expression on his usual bright face which made chills slither down your spine. You knew this wasn't normal, and to Lindir… well…

ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH.

"Y/n! Calm down at once! My lord Elrond will not be pleased when he finds out that you have fitted once more into his fine robes! Not even the mere 'fun' I'd expect from someone as superior as you. Yet, you've decided to do it again, I mean, LOOK AT YOU!!"

This wasn't the kind of critique you had expected from your best friend. Nonetheless, it offended you when you realized you had offended him as well. This poor elf was now injured for your sake. He just didn't want you to be judged and judged so rudely. No, not like the last time you imitated Lord Elrond's attire at one feast. Damn elves.

"I'm sorry, mellon. I'd be careful next time. But… I don't want to take these off yet! Can't we make most of the hard work?" you pleaded, pulling the puppy eyes that seemed to get everyone and literally EVERYONE all of the time.

"Screw this. Be free, Y/n. You are big and old enough to make decisions of your own." he spits with concealed amusement in his tone. To this, you smile, help him stand and leave him alone in the hallways.

"Make Elrond love you hard!" you kept in mind.

The council consisted of several elves including the Sindarin, Legolas, and Elrond who was seated at the edge of the circle of chairs. Gandalf was on one side and a dwarf at the other edge. The rest was occupied by more elves, a hobbit, and two humans, leaving you a rather intentional saved spot beside the Lord of Imladris.

Everyone's eyes laid on you. You had imitated every part of Elrond— his hair, clothes, shoes, and a hand made ringlet that matched his own.

Elrond raised a brow at you, but you could tell that he was delighted with… you. "Ah, well someone's tardy today. Where have you been and what have you been up to?" he asks slyly with a smirk on his face.

"I certainly had brewed some sort of mess back in your chambers. Tut! Well, that's nothing to worry about now, meleth. We should begin this instance!" you smile cheekily, patting his arm, head resting on his shoulder. You had made yourself too comfortable before a meeting. How would you be able to focus now?

"We'll discuss this 'brewed mess' after today's meeting. For now, we will figure out ways to destroy the ring."

•°`~~~~~~♪

This was so dumb.

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#lotr #lotr x y/n #lotr x reader #legolas #legolas x reader #lotr fanfic #lotr fandom #thranduil #the hobbit #lord of the rings x reader #thranduil x reader #imladris #rivendell #lord elrond #oh shit

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cringe-but-proud · 3 months

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Can you do a story were you date Sirius so he can actually Date Remus and reg don't know and likes you and gets jealous

If you can thx you <3

I didn't think I'd like writing this as much as I did lol.

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Some Warnings: Technically a modern AU, a bit of cursing, mentions of a bad home life, jealous Reg, sort of angsty???

A/n: I made this new Year's themed even though new years has passed 🤗 Cause y'all can't stop me 🤬🤬🤬 This is DEFINITELY my longest fic yet. PLEASE DON'T LET IT FLOP GUYS.... My requests are open btw

Ah, winter break. It was something everyone at Hogwarts looked forward to. Well, almost everyone. There were those who didn't get to go home to their families and some who wished they didn't have to go home to their families.

One of those people was a friend of yours, Sirius Black. He often avoided talking about his home life, but you knew it wasn't good. And you knew going home for the holidays could be hard for him. So, when it was the day before winter break and the two of you had a moment alone, you asked if there was anything you could do to make the break easier for him.

"I need you to be my girlfriend."

Seven words you'd never expected to hear from your best friend. Your best friend who was in a gay relationship, nonetheless.

"What?" You asked in bewilderment. "No!"

"Wait, wait, wait. It's not what you think." Sirius put his hands up as if to show his innocence. "I don't really want you to be my girlfriend. I just need you to pretend. Please."

"Why?!"

"Because," he explained. "My parents have started to get... Suspicious about my total lack of any girlfriend. And I may have told them that I was dating you.... Y'know, to throw them off my track..."

You stared at him. "You told your parents we were dating?!" You repeated, clearly upset at him.

"I know, I know. It was a shitty thing to do, and I'm sorry." He says. "But, if I didn't give them some sort of excuse, they might've found out about me and Remus!"

You were still upset, but you could understand why he did what he did. "So..." You crossed your arms. "You said I need to pretend to date you. What is it exactly that you need me to do?"

"Over the break, I need you to come over for a couple days. My parents will meet you, get to know you, blah, blah, blah. And then, you'll never have to speak with them again. If they ask about you after that, I'll say we broke up."

You really weren't a fan of having to fake date your best friend. You also weren't a fan of having to meet his parents who you'd only heard negative things about. But... You knew how happy he was with Remus and you would hate for his parents to find out about the two. You sighed. "You're lucky we're friends."

"Is that an agreement?" He asked, a grateful smile on his face.

"Yes. But, you'll be forever in debt to me."

"Fine by me."

The next day, while on the train to 9 3/4, you and Sirius mostly just planned for you having to meet his parents. You decided that you'd arrive the day after Christmas, stay for news years eve, and leave new Year's Day.

A lot of the train ride was spent establishing some basic facts about your "relationship". How you'd met, your first date, what your wedding would be like (which was strange, but Sirius assured you that his parents would ask about marriage), and some other details.

Soon enough, the train ride was over. Your winter break was fine. You enjoyed getting to see your family, but you were quite stressed about seeing Sirius' family. Part of you wanted to call the whole thing off, but you knew that was out of the question. You had to do this. For Sirius.

The morning of December 26th was a cold one. You wished you'd had more protection against the cold, but the formal attire you were wearing could only do so much. Sirius had told you to bring nice, formal clothing for the few days you'd be there. You were a bit worried you'd still be underdressed, though.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the literal mansion that Sirius lived in.

After a few moments, the door opened. Regulus black stood on the other side.

Oh.

"Hi." You greeted, trying to politely smile at him. He didn't return the gesture. He did the opposite he gave you a look of... Annoyance?

"You're here for Sirius."

You couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement, so you just gave a nod.

He stepped aside to let you in, his eyes trailing over your attire, making you feel nervous. "He's in the living room with mother and father." Regulus said before walking off.

What a strange interaction. You and Regulus weren't close, by any means. But, you never thought he disliked you. You thought the opposite was true. Whenever the two of you did interact, he was always quite nice.

You tried to shrug off the interaction, but you just couldn't. Even when you were next to Sirius, meeting his parents for the first time, the way he'd acted toward you was on your mind.

The worst part of your day was dinner. You were worried about everything. How you were eating, how you were sitting, the way everyone was looking at you, the way Regulus was looking at you.

"Y/n," You were broken out of your thoughts by Walburga's authoritative voice. "I want to know how you and Sirius began seeing each other."

You nervously glanced over to Sirius who gave you a forced looking smile. You looked back to Walburga. Gods, she scared you. "Well, it wasn't too long ago." You said, trying your hardest not to break eye contact with her. "It was late September. He told me since we'd known each other for so long, he thought we'd be a good match."

Sirius nodded along. "We went on a couple dates, turns out we really like each other." He said.

You glanced over to Regulus. He was glaring at you. You didn't break eye contact and after a moment something else flashed through his eyes. Something softer. Sadness?

"So," Walburga broke your attention away from Regulus as you looked back to her. "Are you serious about your relationship with my son?"

"Very." You replied.

"Do the two of you plan on marrying?"

You swallowed. "As soon as possible."

You heard silverware clatter as Regulus abruptly stood up. "I need to be excused." He said lowly.

Walburga raised an eyebrow. "You've hardly eaten." She stated. There wasn't any concern in her voice like you'd expect. It was a blatant statement.

"I know." He says. "I'm done."

His mother gave him a disapproving look, but didn't object.

Regulus stormed out of the room. You couldn't help but frown as you watched him leave.

The next few days were a bit uneventful. Most of your time was either spent in the guest bedroom you were staying in, or talking with Sirius. You were still confused by Regulus' attitude toward you. You knew his and Sirius' relationship was a rocky one. But, you didn't think that affected what he thought of you. He'd known you and Sirius were friends, and he still treated you kindly. But, now that the two of you were pretending to date, he had a problem with it? It didn't make any sense!

It was December 31st now. You and Sirius were sitting in his room, eating lunch while sitting on the floor.

"I was thinking-"

"Oh, God."

"Shut up, let me finish." Sirius chuckled, playfully hitting your arm. "I was thinking about going to a party tonight."

You furrowed your brows. "Where?"

"James and his family have a new years party every year. I'm sure they wouldn't mind some extra company."

You thought about it. Honestly, you weren't really in the mood for a party. Plus, if his parents caught you sneaking out, your heart would probably stop. "I think I'll sit this one out." You said after a moment.

"You sure?"

You gave a nod. "Yeah, I'd rather stay in. I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun without me."

"Oh, I will."

You smacked his arm.

The clock read 11:39. You were alone in your guest room sitting in your bed. You had your laptop open in front of you as you watched a broadcasting of one of the many new Year's events that were going on tonight. You were absentmindedly looking at the crowded city streets displayed on your screen when-

"I wouldn't be using that while having the door open." Regulus said. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, looking from you, to the laptop, and then back to you.

"Why not?" You asked.

"My mother doesn't approve of us using muggle technology." He said. "And I doubt she'd be okay with her son's girlfriend using it."

You sighed. "Right... Girlfriend."

Regulus raised a brow at how you'd said that. "What are you watching, anyway?" He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

"A new Year's parade."

"... Could I join you?"

You were surprised at that. After how cold he'd been acting toward you over the past few days, you'd assumed the last thing he'd want to do tonight is spend time with you. But, you weren't against the idea of not being alone when the new Year started.

"Sure." You replied as you moved over on the bed to make room for him to sit.

The two of you watched the parade in silence for a few minutes until Regulus spoke. "How come I had no idea you and Sirius were dating?" He asked.

You glanced over at him. "What do you mean?"

"You said the two of you had been together since late September." He said. "How come nobody knew about it?"

You subconsciously began to fiddle with the fabric of your shirt. "I don't know." You shrugged. "Guess we weren't shouting about it from the rooftops."

Regulus didn't break his gaze away from you. After a pause, he spoke. "I never would've guessed you liked him in that way."

You didn't know how to reply to that, so you just shrugged again.

Regulus was still looking at you, even though your gaze was focused on the screen in front of you.

He paused. "What made you fall for him?" He asked.

You thought it was an odd question. When you turned to look at him, he looked sort of sad. "He..." You trailed off.

Regulus looked at you expectantly. You were trying to come up with something, but your mind was blank.

"You do like him don't you?"

You looked away nervously. You began to wonder whether or not he'd even care that your relationship with Sirius was fake. If he really was upset about you dating Sirius, then wouldn't he like to know that it was all just pretend?

"Y/n." He said your name and you were pulled away from your thoughts.

"He's not actually my boyfriend." You blurted out.

Regulus paused. "What?"

"He asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend. He didn't want Walburga finding out about his actual relationship, so-"

"It's all fake?" He asked.

"All of it."

"You don't like him?"

"Not like that."

You swore you saw a sliver of a smile creep on to his face. "That's... Good."

You tilted your head. "Is it?"

"I mean..." He shrugged. "I just... I guess thinking you'd gotten with my brother was making me upset." He said.

"Why?"

"Because..." He hesitated. "I like you, Y/n."

You felt your heart skip a beat. Fuck, that actually explained a lot. You couldn't believe you hadn't realized sooner. You felt your face heat up. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." He sighed. "I was jealous. That's why I was acting so... Weird. Sorry for being such an asshole to you."

"That's alright." You paused. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? About your feelings, I mean."

He shrugged. "I didn't think you'd feel the same."

Honestly, you'd always found Regulus quite attractive. But, you figured there was no way he'd ever like you back, so you let go of that silly crush a while ago. But, this? This was making all of those feelings wash over you again.

It was 11:59 now. You could hear the commentators of the parade excitedly get ready for the countdown.

"I feel the same." You said, watching as a blush creeped on to his cheeks.

"Really?"

"Really."

His eyes seemed to sparkle at your admission. "I..."

You heard the countdown to the new Year begin.

"Can I kiss you?" Regulus asked softly. You nodded.

"Five!"

He leaned closer.

"Four!"

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

"Three!"

His hands came up to cup your cheeks.

"Two!"

He closed his eyes. You closed yours.

"One!"

Your lips met in a soft, romantic kiss. He brushed some hair out of your face and Gods, his hands were soft. You couldn't believe you'd ever managed to stop liking him.

When you pulled away he sighed contently as if that kiss was all he'd been needing his entire life.

You whispered something to him before pulling him in for another kiss.

"Happy new year."

#x reader #fanfiction #regulus black x reader #regulus x reader #marauders x reader #marauders fanfiction #regulus black fanfiction

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chuuyasheaven · 1 year

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Heya! Happy valentines day darling ♡ I'm here for the event if that's ok :D

So I'd like Dazai + "5: I know you can take it, baby.” "10: You taste so fuckin' sweet, y'know that?” and "11: You're mine, and I'm only yours. Got it?”" (basically 5, 10 and 11) with a breeding kink? I mean, not to get the reader pregnant, just to come inside you know heheheheh~

And also, would you make it semi public? Add some excitement but they don't get caught. It can happen anywhere you have in mind :)

Thanks and also, no pressure!! ♡

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 5, 10, 11!

“i know you can take it, baby.”

“You taste fuckin' sweet, y'know that?”

“You're mine and I'm only yours, got it?”

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dazai is a little jelly and takes you right in the agency while the others are having lunch! <3

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fem!Reader, Jealous!Dazai, Pussy eating, Petnames, Semi-Public Sex (but they won't get caught)

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: When i tell you i gasped. YOU?! AREN'T YOU LIKE MORE POPULAR THAN ME??? But yeah, thanks for the prompts! Have a nice day, Ash!!

“Hey, bella, wanna skip this mission together?” Dazai asked with a grin on a face, waiting for your response.

“Yeah, she won't because she'll accompany me on my mission.”, Ranpo replied.

“Ranpo's right, I'll have to come with him, but we'll be back before lunch, Dazai! So no worries.” you backed up Ranpo's statement.

“Can't they just send Atsushi with you? He'll probably be more than happy to do so.” Dazai said, Kunikida joined the conversation.

“Well, Atsushi won't because he's already with Kyouka and Yosano. Since you would reject the mission, like always, we'd figured that [Name] would do fine.”, Dazai just looked at all three of you with a defeated face, but didn't carry the conversation on.

“[Name]! There you are, it's almost lunch yʼknow?!” Dazai asked with a playful pout, which you responded to.

“Yeah, i know. But Ranpo just wanted some candy and i treated him some sweets, if that's okay. We also talked for a while and forgot the time..” you explained.

Dazai couldn't help but to feel a little jealous, you couldn't blame him though!

“So, [Name], wanna come downstairs with me? The others must be arriving right now.”, just as you wanted to answer, Dazai did already for you.

“Sorry, but she's already having lunch with me up here! You can go downstairs though, they're probably waiting, Ranpo.”

You would've lied if you said Dazai's tone didn't sound like a small amount of Jealousy.

“Well, alright! Have fun, you both.”

As Ranpo left, you turned to Dazai with a confused face. “Why did you tell him that? I could've answered, y'know?”

“Bella, i know you would say the exact thing, but let's forget about that, shall we?”, as you wanted to reply, Dazai came closer to you.

“Let's forget about the fact that you ditched me for Ranpo,” He straddled you in your chair, having his knee in between your thighs.

Now whispering in your ear-

“but don't you ever forget the fact that, you're mine and I'm only yours, got it?” you could feel his smirk, as Dazai went further down reaching your neck.

Feeling his hot breath against your neck, he left some kisses there. These kisses turned into small bites.

You slowly felt yourself getting more aroused by the second.

“Dazai, w-we can't do it here..the others might-”, Dazai interrupted you, “See us? Let them, they should see that i don't share, bella.”,

Was he serious?

How did he go from playful to jealous and possessive? Not gonna lie though, it turned you on. Also him just taking you now, with the possibility that someone could walk in, made this even more exciting.

“Hey, Bella,” Dazai spoke to interrupt your racing thoughts, “your soaking up my knee, are you really turned on by this? If that's so, let's step this up, shall we?”, you wondered what he meant by that, just for him to get off of you.

As Dazai repositioned, your breath hitched slightly, as you felt Dazai's against your clothed core. He took off your panties and hid them under the desk.

Now that your cunt is free from your soaked panties, Dazai started making out with your pussy.

You let out a quick, loud moan, covering your mouth after and blushing. He did even better by seeing that reaction. Dazai tried making you loose some noise.

“You taste so fuckin' sweet, y'know that? That's such a sweet treat not even Ranpo could handle, right?” he slightly teased.

Still no sound from you, Dazai moved his free hand to rub on your clit, adding more pleasure.

This is where you lost it.

“Ah! D-dazai this is to much..c-can't take it!-”, You moaned, thinking he'll actually slow down a little, oh how you were mistaken.

You just got a quick chuckle from him.

“I know you can take it, baby. Besides, whenever i do this it made you cum quicker, we have to hurry up before they come back, bella.” Dazai replied.

When he finished the sentence, he added more pressure onto your clit, which made the coil in your stomach almost burst.

Just as he gave your cunt one good lick, it snapped, you finally came.

Dazai licked up the remaining juices and handed you your soaked panties from earlier.

This saw Dazai as a good time to tease, “Guess you have to walk around in those, bella. Just a reminder that you belong to me, right?”

THE END WAS SO LAZY- But i hope you like it! Also I forgot abt the breeding kink- just noticed!

#dazai x reader #dazai smut #dazai osamu #dazai x y/n #bsd dazai #dazai bungou stray dogs

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Welcome Home - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Imagine (The Bear)

Title: Welcome Home

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto X Reader

Word Count: 1,260 words

Warning(s): mention of past arguments

Summary: An old childhood "friend" stops by the restaurant to see Carmy. The pair reminisce over not only the past of their community, but also their personal past together.

Author's Note: I just thought this was kinda cute.

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"Oh, look at you!"

I let out a laugh as my mom pulled me into a hug. She started fussing about me. My hair and my skin and my clothes. All loving, just concerned.

"Mom, Mom," I said, leaning back from her. "Let me get inside before you give me a lecture."

She stepped back.

I set my bag in my old room and sat down on the couch with her. She was a bit of a gossip, so I was happy to sit with her and listen to any news that I hadn't heard about.

She had been rambling on and on about anything and everything before she said something that truly caught my attention.

"Oh, and Carmen took over Michael's old place."

"I didn't know Carmy even came home. I thought he was at some big-time restaurant."

"He was! All of us were shocked that he came back."

I nodded. "Wow."

"You should go visit."

"Mom, I don't think he wants to see me."

"It's been a long time, sweetheart," she insisted. "You don't know how he feels. It's worth a try."

I let out a sigh.

"You're in my house, you have to visit."

My mouth fell open as she stood up and walked away. "Mom! That's unfair!"

"I'm a mom, that's my job!"

I rolled my eyes and leaned back into the couch cushion.

That's what led to me walking up to The Beef. I took a deep breath before pulling the door open. I immediately was met by yelling and arguing. I chuckled. Felt familiar.

"No fucking way!"

I looked at the counter as Richie rounded the other side.

"Hi, Richie- holy shit!"

He pulled me into a tight hug before I could process what was happening. I laughed and hugged him back.

"How are you," I asked.

"Look around," he replied as he stepped back. I just nodded. "Hey, Carmy! Come here!"

"Richie, I'm a little busy to deal with whatever bullshit- holy crap."

"Hey, Carmy," I chuckled at the shocked look on his face.

"Hey," he replied.

"Well, come here," I motioned for him to walk over. He let out a shocked laugh before coming over to hug me. Richie walked away as he did. "I heard about Michael. I'm so sorry."

"Thanks," he stepped back.

"God, you look exhausted," I muttered, cupping the side of his face. I always worried about him.

"You're such a sweet-talker," he replied.

I chuckled. "Sorry."

"It's alright," he waved it off. A crash in the kitchen seemed to get his attention. "I... I'm a bit busy right now but come back tonight. At closing. I'll make you something. We can... catch up."

"I'd like that," I nodded. There was another crash. "Please go make sure someone doesn't burn the place down."

"I'm gonna do my best!"

I chuckled as he ran into the kitchen.

"God, you two really just picked up right where you left off," Richie commented.

I froze for a moment before shaking my head. "Yeah, whatever. See you around, Richie!"

"Welcome home, (Y/n)!"

It was pretty late when I made it back to the restaurant. I was alright with that though.

It was already empty, but I could hear someone moving around in the back.

"Carmy?!"

"(Y/n)!"

His head popped through the window in the wall. I almost chuckled at him.

"Take a seat anywhere, I'm almost done."

I gave him a thumbs-up before sitting down at one of the tables.

He walked out with two plates a little while later. He grinned at me as he set them both down.

"I could make you something better but... y'know," Carmy motioned at the restaurant.

"I'm sure it's great," I replied. He nodded and sat down. "This place looks exactly how I remember it."

"Haven't had the fund to fix it up," he shrugged. "How've you been? Big fancy school treat you well?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I've been lucky. What about you? Teasing me about my big fancy school, but last time I checked, you had some fancy-pants cooking job."

"Yeah," he scratched the back of his neck. "I left that gig to take over this place."

"Was the fancy place like Hell's Kitchen?"

A laugh escaped him. "Not nearly as fun."

I smiled.

"Still more fun than this."

"You just need to find your rhythm," I insisted. "It's been a while, Carmy. Just need to readjust."

"I need to get this place out of the gutter."

"You've got a good foundation," I looked around. "I've missed this place."

"How?"

I looked back at him. "Excuse me?"

He didn't respond. I scoffed.

"You look at this place and see everything wrong, right," I asked. He nodded. "And yeah, sure. Some of it could be improved. But this place isn't meant for some fancy experience. It's meant to be comfortable. A place for people from the community to feel like they're part of the family. Trying to turn it into anything else is gonna sink it."

"You know so much about the restaurant business because..."

"Because I know the people here," I replied. "I know you. And Richie and the crew. And I knew Michael. Despite everything that was wrong about this place, it was good. And you may not see it that way anymore, or maybe you never did, but that's what a lot of those people see."

Carmy just chuckled at me.

He leaned forward on the table. A smirk pulled on his lips. It felt like a silent challenge. A challenge for what, I wasn't sure. I just leaned on the table to mimic him. He chuckled at me.

"I did miss you," he muttered. "And all your rambling."

I rolled my eyes before grinning at him. "I missed you too."

"It sounds dumb, but... you made a lot of shit easier for me. I- uh- I missed having you around, even if we didn't end on the best terms."

I felt my heart sink a bit as I thought of the last time that we saw each other. I was meant to follow him, but when I got a fantastic scholarship, I couldn't do it.

It had been a long night of yelling about broken promises and our futures. It hadn't ended well. The sound of the door slamming behind me would still ring in my ears from time to time. I had so many 'what if's' about that night.

"You could've called."

"Would you have answered," he asked, tilting his head down.

I reached over and tilted his chin back up. I grinned before leaning over to press my lips to his. It was only a matter of seconds before I leaned back again. I relaxed into my chair, biting my lip when I saw the stunned look on his face.

"Yes," I nodded.

He slowly leaned back again. "That wasn't fair."

"What wasn't fair?"

"Kissing me like that," he explained. "Distracting."

I scoffed. "You didn't like it?"

"That's the problem," he pointed out. "I've missed it. I've thought about it. Teasing me with it isn't fair."

"I wasn't trying to tease you."

He rolled his eyes.

"Come and kiss me again if you missed it so bad," I leaned forward again. "You really believe that I haven't missed kissing you too?"

He froze for a moment. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Carmy...," I dragged out his name a bit.

"Shut up," he mumbled, pecking my lips again. "Welcome home."

"You too."

He grinned at me before looking down for a moment.

This trip home was definitely worth it.

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sortagaysortahigh · 2 years

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congrats on 4.5K !!!! i would like to request list 2, number 10 with robin <333

THANK YOU BABY, changing this to "she's just annoying" instead of he's because im on a fluff roll, i was gonna make it angst then i said NO BITCH ROBIN NEEDS TO BE HAPPY <3

10: “Why do you guys hate each other so much?” “He’s just annoying” “She’s too damn pretty… I mean, boring”

Join the sleepover

Robin Buckley prided herself on being a pacifist, she didn't enjoy conflict-granted she could hold her own if need be. However she liked to avoid it, opting to either talk things out or just walk away while stating a sarcastic comment.

But then she'd met Y/n Y/l/n-the prettiest girl she'd ever seen-the worst part about it was that Y/n immediately fell into the popular crowd, it made sense, she was a bombshell and she was likeable-almost too likeable. Robin saw right through her facade, all of her fake smiles and laughs-they bothered the blonde. So when the two had been paired together for their art history project-which lasted over the next few months-she was irritated.

Y/n tried being nice to the girl, she tried her usual fake smile, she tried offering to give her rides home and to her job once they'd finished up in the library, she tried offering to do the bulk of the work-but she just didn't get why the pretty girl from band acted as if she hated her. When she confronted Robin about it, all the blonde had to say was 'we're not friends, so it shouldn't matter if I like you'. That's all it took for her nice facade to immediately drop-unleashing Y/n's inner bitch.

She was beyond petty, starting arguments with Robin anytime they had to work together, opting to do exactly half of the work, even if that meant stopping right in the middle of an important part-meaning that Robin had to pause her work to go back and read through Y/n's source material just to finish the ending of a singular paragraph. She started showing up a few minutes late to their meetings, never more than six minutes-but she knew Robin couldn't stand it when she was late.

But honestly Y/n enjoyed seeing Robin irritated, the blonde was so pretty, she was funny, she was a great musician, she was incredibly smart-speaking four languages and opting to learn Russian, and when she'd get even the slightest bit pissed off she'd blush a rosy red-her freckles popping slightly as she avoided Y/n's stare. Something else she found cute-the way Robin refused to hold eye contact for more than fifteen seconds.

If only the dirty blonde knew that the real reason Y/n annoyed her was because she'd hurt her feelings. Y/n was almost positive that Robin liked girls the same way that she liked girls, she was trying to get the courage to ask her on a date until Robin had to go ahead and ruin that-leaving Y/n's feelings unrequited and letting out her bitchier side. It was so obvious to Y/n that Robin was gay-from the way she dressed to the way she walked and talked-maybe that was because Y/n was gay that she could tell, but regardless she'd still harbored a crush on her.

Today Robin missed their project session, so Y/n opted to show up to her job, walking through the front glass doors and earning a once over from Steve Harrington-she only knew who he was because he'd been a raging douchebag prior to his heartbreak with some girl last year. She rolled her eyes, stalking up to the counter. "Where's Buckley?"

He raised a brow "and you are?" she rolled her eyes again "Y/n. Y'know the girl she has to do a project with, I'd really prefer if the princess would actually show up instead of ditching me-or y'know let me know she couldn't make it" he slowly nodded-glancing over his shoulder for a second-then down at the ground-which only made y/n's brows knit together.

"Yeah uh-she's not here. Dunno-have you tried her house?" she blinked a few times "I don't even know where she lives Harrington. and I know for a fact she works on Tuesdays-considering she never lets me give her a ride here-insisting on being a stubborn bitch"

They both heard the scoff, which led to Y/n smirking as she leaned over the counter-glancing down-spotting Robin who was clearly hiding. "You're shitting me right Buckley? hiding? what the hell am I-your childhood bully?" she scoffed again as she stood up. "No you're just the bitch I have to do a project with"

Y/n smiled at that, her eyes raking over Robin's figure-and in the moment Steve knew the exact issue at hand-he knew the look she gave Robin-he'd given several girls that look in the past. “Why do you guys hate each other so much?” Y/n shrugged "She's just annoying, and for some reason the most insufferably stubborn person I've ever met who's had something against me for who knows how long" he slowly nodded while glancing at Robin.

The blonde mumbled “She’s too damn pretty… I mean, boring-she's boring and such a high school Queen B stereotype" Y/n smirked, raising her brows "so you think I'm pretty? Is that why you can never look me in the eye for too long? And why you opt to shove me away when I've literally done jack shit to you" Robin scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Just cause you're pretty doesn't mean everyone's gonna fall for your nice girl facade" Y/n blinked a few times "Just because I know how to play the hand I was dealt-doesn't mean I'm some fake bitch plotting on your downfall Buckley-I just wanted to be your friend. Is that hard enough to believe!" Robin rolled her eyes

"Girls like you and girls like me aren't friends, I'm pretty sure your 'friends' used to bully mine" Y/n clenched her jaw, glancing over at Steve "coming from the one who's besties with this ex-douchebag? No offense Harrington, heard your character developments been great" he slowly nodded his head "yeah-y'know Y/n I've never really heard anything bad about you" she slowly nodded her head "that's cause I'm not a bitch, I might force a few smiles to make everyone happy, but I've never been a bitch-and prior to contrary belief I'm not friends with any bullies, if anything I'd say I'm a cunt to most of them." with that she glanced back at Robin who was now shaking her head-rolling her eyes.

"God you're so annoying!" she nodded her head "yeah, I've gathered you think I'm annoying Buckley-something about being too damn pretty? and boring? like a high school queen b stereotype?"

Steve watched the entire interaction roll out, eyes glancing back and forth between the two, and he was so lost as to how neither of them noticed the evident tension there, so he decided to butt in "can you two just kiss and make up now" Robin's eyes widened-glancing at Steve-her jaw dropping before she looked back at Y/n. "He didn't mean anything by that-i uh-he uh-" Y/n slowly nodded her head.

Then she leaned over the counter again, grasping Robin's green uniform vest before pulling her forward and pressing her glossy lips against Robin's. Robin thought she was gonna faint on the spot-she never got the girl, to the point that she pushed the girls she was into away-and now here she was, getting kissed by the prettiest girl at Hawkins High.

Then Y/n, let her go, pulling back "so I'll see you tomorrow at three? in our usual spot? Then I'll take you on a date to Enzo's-and I'm paying kay." She wasn't asking Robin-she was telling her, which led to the blonde just nodding her head-a look of shock still on her face.

Y/n reached over, her fingers gently grazing Robin's chin-slightly pushing it upwards-closing her mouth. "And for the record Buckley-I've had a thing for you for a while-you just talk too much"

#zoot's 4.5k blurb weekend #askies #robin buckley x reader #goddamnbabysitter

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daydadahlias · 8 months

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what’s your thought on minors reading your stories?

hm, that's a good question, and I think one that's far more nuanced/convoluted than people often give it credit for and than I often like to think about.

obviously, I'm more than happy for minors to read my G/T and even M rated fics but when we get into the explicit territory - which I assume is what you're asking about - it can get tricky.

i will say, before I get into this far too long and rambling answer, that as a blanket statement, I would prefer that minors did not engage with explicit material period, including my own. However, it would simply be negligent of me to act like there are not minors who actively consume my content.

For a while there, I had "minors dni" in my bio and I also had 18+ for some time but I eventually took both out because I know it doesn't really dissuade people from interacting; if kids/minors want to look at something, they will look at it. And if they can't find it in certain places, they will without a doubt look for it in others.

it's a sad fact about our current culture that by the age of 12, most children will have actively seen pornography - mostly due to pop up ads online and just the sheer volume of pornographic content that exists in our world. so I am under no disillusion that minors also actively seek it out. I mean, I started reading porn when I was 12. Do I think, realistically, that it was a good thing for my emotional development? Uhm, no I don't! I don't think kids should be reading porn; it vastly skews their perceptions of sex and can negatively impact their relationships with sexuality in their adulthood. That's just a proven fact. So if I had any real say in it, I would say that minors should not be reading/viewing porn period, definitely not before the age of 15. That includes my own.

But, all that to say, I understand that I am an adult posting pornography on a public platform; if minors want to stumble on it, they will. I also know that I have all the necessary warnings and content triggers in place should someone come across my work and, at a certain point, if they continue to view it despite it being marked for mature audiences, that is not On Me as a creator. I cannot control what people choose to view.

I will say that, in terms of sexual content, I know that I am always writing healthy and consensual sexual dynamics between my characters so of the porn that minors could be exposed to, mine is certainly not of the dangerous variety for a minor to be consuming.

Am I fully comfortable with the thought of minors reading my material? No. But I'm not going to make it a habit to police people's interaction with the internet and I'm also not going to go through every single one of my followers and search to see if they're a minor to block them if they are. That doesn't stop kids from seeking things out. Frankly, I think blocking minors would only make them seek out other dangerous sexual content. Sometimes I think that I'd rather minors read my explicit material rather than explicit material that is tagged incorrectly, y'know? I'd rather minors read about actual consensual sex than dub-con or rape disguised as such.

At the end of the day, all I want is for minors to recognize that what they read online is not an accurate articulation of what occurs in real life and do their necessary research to be safe when they actively choose to interact with sex irl. But far be it from me to tell them how they should and should not consume written material, y'know?

I have an obligation as a creator (as I think all creators do) to tag my material properly and trigger warn accordingly because I do know realistically that minors might come across it, but from there it's completely out of my hands on if minors choose to engage with it or not.

#hope i articulated myself well on this!!#it's something i think about fairly often bc i do have a couple 'frequent' followers who engage w/ my stuff that i know are minors #and while I as an adult have an obligation to not create close relationships with them or divulge in one on one contact #them consuming my content in a public sphere doesn't... Bother me #minors are 'allowed' to read my stuff if they want to #if the larger question is 'do i think they should' no... i would prefer they didnt #but i know i cant stop them from doing it yknow?#so that's just kind of... how the cookie crumbles #curious why you asked this i dont think ive ever been asked and ive been writing for 3 years now in this fandom #crazy to think about #yeah if ur a minor just make sure u stay safe ok? :)#and i really am here for kids if they need anything. like i really am #i just want kids to be safe first and foremost #pigeon #anon

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kashikiyuno-official · 3 months

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How are you thinking of the prisoners as they are currently?

Hm? What sort of question is that? Is this one of those interrogation questions again?

Whatever. You want what I think?

Kotoko... She seriously shouldn't have attacked everyone. She took a single assumption and used it as a reason to attack.

Mikoto? He is, or was, a little... I don't know. Different? He was oddly strong, so... But, he seems to be... calmer lately? I'm guessing the verdict's been helpful.

Amane... I... I don't really know. Her relationship with Shidou has been bothersome, but... I've been wondering if something is serious is going to happen. I honestly don't even know how she is, considering I barely see her.

Kazui. He's a liar, but he's really the only person I can relate to. I wonder if his verdicts have been freeing him. I distinctly remember he used to have a ring. It must be something adults deal with. What a pain.

Mahiru. I'm... I'm happy for her. She's been looking up recently, both emotionally and physically. I think she needed it, y'know? But, maybe it's just me. I hope that whatever is pushing her forward has reignited.

Shidou. I've actually been learning some first-aid from him in case something like Kotoko's attacks happen again. He seemed happier and calmer recently, even though he has to try to take care of Mahiru (and the occasional Fuuta) so often. It's probably the verdicts, hm~?

Muu. ...While I don't exactly like Muu right now, she's... I'm a little worried. She's been having a more worried look around MILGRAM, especially around Haruka's cell. I've heard her bringing Haruka food. I hope nothing bad happens because of what Es has judged this time around, but...

Fuuta. We... ah. We used to have a quick conversation sometimes, but it's... Nevermind. I've heard him talking to Amane. I wonder what those two are up to. I actually haven't seen him go to Shidou in a while...

(I'm not talking about myself. I'm sure you'll learn more about myself eventually, won't you?)

Haruka... I... Look, ever since he got close with Muu, he was a little annoying to deal with. Only because he hung around Muu so often. But, I haven't seen him leave his cell. I've heard some muttering from it and... It doesn't sound good. You should probably do something, right?

...That's all. Are you happy?

My opinion on all the prisoners together? Honestly? I wish we could go back to when no one was judging each other. It's much better than this cold atmosphere.

I'd rather this be all over now.

#– interrogation questions #– someone else #– am i really alive?#– // so i tried to stay as canon as I can!! haoidjwoid

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therhythmafterthesummer · 9 months

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(Strap in, this might get long🥲 I'm a rambler 🫶🏼)

I just read "Heat" and can those two get ANY cuter???😍💓 Thanks for explaining their names and as long as you want to do the glossery I'd 100% read it! I absolutely LOVE the WereRoomies girlies and I'd love to get to know more about them! Especially Moss and Autumn!

I get what you mean about Changbin and Autumn literally just being fine and doing well together😭✨ They're literally so so so cute! I also wish for their eternal happiness🤧 But I'm sure their playful banter and relationship dynamic as an Alpha with Omega Tendencies and vice versa would make for some very funny and cavity inducing stories!😂💖

Did you write anything about how the rest of the pack reacted to Changbin being marked by Autumn instead of the other way around?

Was Changbin nervous after knowing the pack, minus Chan, would now know of his Omega Tendencies? How did he go about it? How did the pack react to it?

Sorry if these seem like obvious questions😭 I've only read those 2 Changbin Instalments and maybe 2 or 3 Minho instalments (That I might re-read🤭) I can't remember (I'd been on your blog for awhile I just never spoke, I was to afraid to cause I didn't understand much🥲💔) roughly the same amount of Chris instalments and the Hyunlix instalment🥹

If the pack was really shocked by the new info I can picture them turning to Chan after realizing he seemed unfazed and he'd just be like "Yeah I knew" *Shrug* and go back to playing with Pretty's thighs, which he 100% was already doing😂

This took place before Moss arrived right? After she got was introduced and found out about Changbin and Autumns dynamic, how did they react? Btw I LOVE LOVE LOVE Moss🥹Not more than Hyun and Lix do but I ADORE them seriously!!! They're so amazing and so cool and I kinda wanna see them take care of Lix and Hyun some more🤧✨ Only whenever you're ready tho!

Literally trembling with excitement for the Jisung and Seungmin Instalments! You? Writing about 2 of my biases? After I was already blessed with the Hyunlix combo, my other 2 biases?? You're a god send and I may or may not worship the little lizard in your brain🛐✨

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hehehe i'm glad you liked heat 🥰 writing changbin in those.... situations was just a lot of fun. can't wait to read your thoughts on "The Love I Always Dreamt Of" 👀

i'm hoping i'll be able to get to seungmin's and jisung's stories soon sjkdfhsdkjf

i don't recall ever writing about after the pack finding out about Changbin's tendencies and/or mark :O i have a vague idea that i might've talked about it in an ask but i could be remembering wrong.... but anyway, i'll leave some thoughts under the cut!

i think Changbin's tendencies were very obvious to everyone in the pack, even if no one explicitly said anything. they kind of just... accepted Changbin as he was. that's Chris' pack philosophy, after all. to have a safe space, y'know?

with that being said, i have a feeling that the majority of the pack wouldn't really be surprised by autumn marking Changbin. mostly because, by that point they had been together for a while, and i'm sure their dynamic is more than obvious to anyone that takes a good look at them sdkjhfskjdf. i like to think that Changbin wears his mating mark proudly.

maybe he waited until all pack members were sitting together and randomly went "EVERYONE. I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY..." and showed the mark hahaha Autumn would blush, and everyone would mostly just congratulate them.

i'm sure more than one was super shocked that an omega could mark anyone at all, and if they inquired about it Autumn would've been just like "idk i just... did it".

Moss would absolutely love seeing their dynamic, btw. i'm sure she almost had stars in their eyes when she first saw them interacting with each other and when she was the mark. Moss is all about being unconventional, so i feel like they would engage both Changbin and Autumn to ask them about it.

my brain is a bit fried rn so this is all i can come up with, but i'll take it into account for a possible future instalment 👀 or one of those fluffy drabbles we've been talking about~

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The Comfort Between Your Scars

Chapter 11

TW: referenced past character death

Without the board games and the movie to distract him, Noah became increasingly aware of the disconnect between him and the brothers, or, more specifically, Tommy. Him and Joel were already chatting away and bickering and so very comfortable with each other again the moment the girls had left.

Talking to strangers who knew nothing about Noah was easy, at least that way he could pretend to be someone he wasn't, hide behind a facade, show them exactly what he wanted them to see. Talking to Mari and Alex was even easier, he didn't need to worry about how to present himself or what to say around them at all.

It was the gray area in between that scared him.

He'd excused himself to go check on Jamie, who was sleeping soundly in Joel's bed, after zoning out and losing track of the conversation. After pausing to take another deep breath and placing a kiss on his little brother's forehead, he made his way back to the living room.

Joel and Tommy were on the sofa, filling three wine glasses. Maybe he'd feel a little less out of place with some liquid courage.

"How come I always end up being the one to sponsor our drinks? Seems to be a bit of a pattern by now", he joked.

"It's 'cause you're such a gentleman!", Joel grinned.

"Yeah, yeah. You owe me"

He sat down next to Joel, grabbing a glass and taking a big sip.

"Damn, it's not even that good. Should have taken the cheaper one, what a waste of, like, ten bucks", he chuckled.

"I see how it is, I'm not even worth the extra ten bucks to you"

Joel laughed when Noah gave him a light shove. They all sat in silence for a moment, assessing the taste of the not-worth-the-extra-ten-bucks wine, before agreeing it really wasn't that good, but it would do.

"So, Noah", Tommy started, "Tell me about yourself"

"Tell you what?", Noah snorted.

"Well, anything. I've heard bits and pieces from Joel and Mari but I haven't really had the chance to actually talk to you"

"Y'know, at least Joel worked hard for this information! He didn't know shit about me until after he heroically burst through a door to save me from a drunk guy I'd already beaten the shit out of. I mean, there was nothing more for him to do, but 'A' for effort!"

"Well, if the opportunity arises, I'll gladly try to save you by doing nothing", Tommy laughed.

"In all seriousness though, you know just about as much as you need to. Dad's gone, mom's out of the picture, when it got really bad, I took Jamie and Mari and left." It was almost the same shrugged-off recap Noah had given Joel a few weeks earlier. It was far from the full truth, of course, but he didn't exactly feel like recapping every traumatic memory of his life.

"Oh god, right, your dad... actually, sorry, you probably don't wanna talk about it. Mari told me earlier that he- well, she told me what happened"

'It's your fault'

Noah just shrugged and repeated his sentiment of 'not much to talk about'. Thankfully, Joel didn't ask and Tommy didn't push the topic.

'Are you happy now?'

Noah took another sip of wine, attempting to push the resurfacing images and sounds away. Joel and Tommy were miles away now.

'Even if you didn't mean to, you're the reason this happened'

Just calm down. Breathe.

'You're the reason I'm even in this situation'

Just say something, anything.

"I mean, I hardly remember him, really. Certainly didn't waste a second missing that asshole"

Tap, tap, tap on cold, hard tiles.

"Noah, we don't need to-"

"Messed up my mom pretty good, though. Well, I guess she was messed up already. Hates my guts, always did"

'It's your fault. Look at it, look what you did!'

"Hated his guts too, actually. So did I, for a while. I mean, things weren't exactly perfect but if he didn't- just, y'know, I was fine until-"

Stop talking. Just shut up. Say something about the weather or ask about work or-

Tap, tap, tap, never stopping. Glass of blood in his hands. Tap, tap, tap. Blood on his hands.

Tap, tap, tap on his shoulder and he snapped out of it.

"Hey, you alright?", Joel asked softly.

"Sorry, I really didn't mean to upset you or anything. Won't bring it up again." Tommy looked very lost all of a sudden.

Noah downed about half of his wine at once before saying anything.

"It's fine, just... been a long day"

Their faces were wrong. They didn't seem real. Just that little bit off.

"I'm just gonna go get some fresh air"

He didn't leave them time to respond, already halfway out the door. He should just go to bed. Everything, every activity, every conversation, seemed to eventually turn bitter today. Instead, he sat down on the steps and lit a cigarette.

This was a mistake. This whole thing. He never should have befriended Joel, never should have invited him to hang out in the break room, never should have agreed to go to this god damn birthday party.

It didn't take long for Joel to quietly sit down next to him, of course.

"I'm fine, just needed some fresh air"

He stared at his cigarette burning down ever so slowly as the seconds ticked away in his head.

"Well, it's just that you practically ran out of the room right after coming back so i felt like I should probably check and make sure"

Tap, tap, tap.

The soft glow seemed ever so welcoming. Deep breath, everything's fine. He rubbed his face, sighing.

"Sorry, just... a lot going on today. My brain gets a little weird. I guess it's always weird but you know"

"Anything I can do?"

"No, I don't think so"

After a few moments of silence, Noah could feel Joel's hand softly grazing his own on the cold stone between them. The gesture was careful, almost shy. He hesitated for just a second before offering his hand to Joel, who gently took it in his, entwining their fingers. Noah internally cursed at himself for the tingle it sent down his spine.

Do not fall for him. You don't do relationships. Stop being an idiot.

"The stars are nice today."

"Yeah."

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Garden

Notes from the crypt: So this started out as self indulgence before I realized that I could totally make it into a fic to share, so I hope you all enjoy. I'll say here that I used the codename Garden because my name is Eden and y'know... Garden of Eden lmao again, this started as something I'd read back to myself for my personal pleasure but as I kept going I figured I'd share it anyway! I got a lil tipsy today so forgive me if the end is a little messy;;

Tags: GN! Reader, military au, depictions of violence, blood, mentions of death, angst with a happy ending

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple escort mission, until shit went sideways

“Ugh, an escort mission? That’s boring, I can’t kill anything on an escort mission”, Tartaglia huffs from his chair, slouching back with his arms crossed over his chest like a child who got scolded. Pierro glances at him, annoyance evident in his gaze after being rudely interrupted during their meeting. Scaramouche glares at him before kicking his shin from under the table, causing the ginger to jolt in pain and glare back at his teammate.

“Children, please, you two will get your chance at each other’s throats when we have secured The Garden. Now pay attention”, Pierro growls before going back over their mission, which was simple in theory: months ago you had managed to infiltrate an enemy base under the guise of wanting to join their cyber operations unit. You were successful, working alongside the enemy to “help” their missions while copying important data to bring back to the Tsaritsa. You had gone silent a week ago, your last message to Pierro relaying how you thought someone was beginning to grow suspicious of your presence before you just disappeared entirely, and then he saw that your silent alarm was tripped. Something felt off about it, but he prioritized your safety first, so he wasted no time in rounding up his squad that consisted of Tartaglia, Scaramouche and two other nameless soldiers to give them your location and the mission to get you out.

“Try not to gain attention to yourselves, Garden doesn’t have any weapons other than their computer so if they get caught, we’re all fucked. Plane leaves in 10 minutes, dismissed.”, Pierro watches the men stand and give a salute before they’re jogging out of the room and outside, boarding the awaiting plane that took off not too long after. Tartaglia yawns loudly while checking over his equipment, making sure his weapons were loaded and knives were where they needed to be while also complaining internally that you could have at least waited until noon to bug them and not at 3 in the morning.

“Shut up, you yawn any louder and they’ll hear us coming before they see us”, Scaramouche scoffs from beside him, and a moment later he’s pushing something into Tartaglia’s hand. He looks down curiously to see a 5 hour energy that Scaramouche pulled from his vest, a snort escaping him while he glances over to see the other shoot his own energy vial back. “Jesus dude, how many of these do you have?”, he snickers, unscrewing the cap to shoot the liquid back, face contorting at the questionable flavor.

“I have enough”, the rest of the flight to their first location was made in silence, tension beginning to grow among the four once the plane landed and they get off to see a car awaiting them. ‘The car will take you to where Garden is, around this time there will be guards posted, if you can sneak past them then do so. If not, well, leave the rest to Childe. Garden will be waiting at the south entrance, so get in and get out quickly.’ The car ride to the building was equally silent, not even the radio was on. Childe is no stranger to silent car rides, but there was something about this one that made his hackles rise. He snuck a glance at Scaramouche, who looked equally uncomfortable before the man is looking at the driver, a face he doesn’t recognize. Just as the car was beginning to approach the building, their coms devices spark to life, your voice breaking through static.

“STOP! Stop!! It’s a trap!”, your scream through the coms made Childe’s blood run cold, he was barely able to look at the driver before his hearing went out all together and the car was flipped upside down. A small crater was left on the ground where the tire went over the land mine that was awaiting them, Childe’s vision seemed to move in slow motion, a constant ringing in his ears as he takes in his surroundings. Scaramouche was kicking at the driver, his mouth screaming curses that Childe can’t hear as the smaller man kicks the gun out of the driver’s hand, the two shots that came from his own gun seemed to bring him back, the sound returning.

“Tartaglia! We have to go!!”, he hears Scaramouche scream and gets to work on opening the door so he could crawl out and help his teammates out of the overturned car. A flurry of bullets has them crouching behind it, weapons at the ready. “What do we do?!”, one of the nameless soldiers cries beside them, gun in their trembling grip. Childe looks over the side of the car to see where the shots were coming from before sending his own bullets back, taking down two of the enemy soldiers. Scaramouche joins him, peeking over the other side to spray bullets before barking orders at the other two. Seconds of firing go by before their coms are sparking back to life again, your trembling voice whispering in their ears.

“Tartaglia – this is Garden, how do you copy?”, you sounded like you were hiding somewhere, and Childe could only hope it was someplace safe.

“Garden! We’re under fire outside of the building, what the fuck is going on?!”, Tartaglia shouts back, pulling back so he could reload his weapon. One of the nameless soldiers take his place. “It’s a trap, I sent Pierro word that someone was onto me some days back and well, they found out I worked for the Tsaritsa. They wanted to use me as bait to get you guys here and kill you, I’m so sorry –“

“Quit whining, we don’t have a lot of time here! Where are you?”, Scaramouche growls in his coms, switching places with the other nameless soldier so he could also reload.

“I’m hiding in a supply closet on the second floor, I think I lost – “, a scream is ripped from you, Childe and Scaramouche could hear the door be thrown open and more screaming from your end before the coms went dead again, and dread filled their veins.

“Find a way into the building! We’ll cover you!”, Scaramouche snarls at the nameless soldiers before he and Childe begin raining bullets on the remaining soldiers that were trying to approach the vehicle. Following their teammates to the entrance, they wait while one of them fumbles with picking the lock, their trembling hands proving to be a hassle since they kept dropping the pins and cursing to themself.

“Move!”, Childe yells, pulling the soldier to the side so he could kick at the lock, he was growing way too impatient to wait for this fool to open the door when you could potentially be in danger this very second. Three solid kicks later the door gives, swinging open and his reflexes are quick to shoot down the single guard that was prepared for their break in. Childe calls your codename through the coms, hoping you’ll respond but the grip on his gun only tightens when he’s met with static. The inside of the building is eerily silent, there’s barely a body in sight outside of the guard he shot down. Like the trained soldiers they were, the four of them began sweeping the floor, checking every room in hopes that you had gone back to hiding. “clear”, Scaramouche grumbles quietly beside the ginger, who only frowns in response before he leads the team upstairs, he can feel a bead of sweat roll down his cheek as his eyes scan the empty floor, he notes the open door of the supply closet you were pulled out of, and guessing from the papers thrown around the floor, you managed to put up a bit of a fight. He’d smile if your life weren’t currently in danger, silently motioning his team to sweep the floor. He checks a room, finger nearly pressing the trigger when he spots the body of a dead soldier, knife plunged in their neck. His brows furrow as he looks around the room, other than the body he can see droplets of blood on the floor leading outside of the room and towards the stairs.

“Scara”, Childe calls and immediately the soldier is by his side, looking down towards where blue eyes were to see the blood leading up the stairs. “Sir… The wall”, one of the nameless soldiers whisper, and both men look up to see the bloody handprint that was clear on the wall, it had a streak going up, meaning whoever was injured was dragged upstairs. Swallowing hard, Childe takes a step onto the stairs when he jumps at the sound of a single shot followed by your scream, and then they were all rushing upstairs. Childe and Scaramouche couldn’t believe the sight that welcomed them, the bodies of two soldiers laying motionless in different places of the floor, one with a knife plunged in their chest and the other laying in a pool of their own blood. Four guns were pointed at a stumbling body that was exiting a room, hand pressed tightly against their neck before they’re falling face first on the floor, the sounds of gurgling dying down moments later. Approaching the room, Childe leads with his gun, stepping slowly inside with your name on the tip of his tongue before he sees a flash of silver, and suddenly he’s grabbing the wrist of the assailant and slamming them against the wall, arm twisted painfully behind them. Your screams and whimpers fill his ears and his heart drops, hands immediately letting your arm go and barely catching your slumping form as you cry in pain.

“Shit, y/n – “, his breath catches when he sees the state you’re in, your shoulder was bleeding from a bullet wound, you had a split lip and a black eye, he didn’t even want to imagine what other wounds you could be hiding under your clothes. “Fuck, Scaramouche! Radio in, we need immediate evac and a medic, Garden’s hurt”, Childe picks you up bridal style, whispering apologies to you when you whine in pain.

“I-I already… I already did that”, you pant in his arms, exhaustion beginning to take over. “Evac’s… 5 minutes out”, your head dips, and Childe has to shake you gently to keep you awake.

“Hey, don’t close your eyes, we’re getting you out”, he doesn’t know if he’s saying that more for your sake or for his, half of your shirt is already drenched in your own blood, and judging from how pale you appear, he fears you may have lost a lot. Scaramouche takes the lead in escorting the team out, leading with his gun while the two nameless soldiers cover the back, the sounds of a helicopter is reassuring to the ginger as he watches it land, the door opening so they could rush inside. He reluctantly gives you to the two medics who begin working on you, cutting your shirt open and Scaramouche can see how pale Childe gets when your wounds are exposed to the air. Along with the bullet in your shoulder, there was a stab wound on your side actively bleeding, your blood coating the forming bruises that littered your body.

“Garden, can you hear me?”, one of the medics calls out to you while the other pushes an iv in your arm to begin administering fluids, but both pause when you don’t respond, your eyes long closed and chest devoid of movement. Tense silence fills the air as the medic calls out for you once more, fingers moving to press against your neck to search for a pulse.

“H-Hey, whats going on?”, Childe questions, leaning forward to try and be by your side but was held back by Scaramouche, who had to use all of his strength to fully keep the man back. “Hey! y/n, wake up! No, no no, please!”, Childe screams as he watches the medic begin chest compressions, the other speaking into a radio. He couldn’t watch you die here, not when you two had gone through so much. You were always Childe’s favorite, you were reliable and witty and had a sense of humor that rivaled his own, you were always there for him and his team, your lovely voice guiding them through almost all of their missions before you decided to take this one for yourself.

‘You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life’, Childe begins as he holds your pinkie tightly against his own, your giggling making him break out into a grin. ‘You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again’, he brings your pinkie up to his lips to press a kiss against it, your laugh ringing heavenly in his ears. ‘Well that wasn’t morbid at all’, you snicker as you mirror the motion, bringing his gloved pinkie up so you can press a kiss against it. ‘Just promise me you’ll come back safe and alive’, he huffs, letting go of your pinkie in favor of bringing you into his arms for a warm hug. ‘I promise, Ajax’.

“you promised…”, Childe whispers to himself as a tear rolls down his cheek, the helicopter landing and the door opening before you’re being pulled out and laid on a stretcher, the medic doing your chest compressions straddling you so they can continue while you’re being wheeled away. “They’re in good hands, now come on… We have to go back to base”, Scaramouche keeps a firm grip on his shoulder as he coaxes the grieving soldier out of the helicopter and onto the plane that brought them there. He was noticeably distant the entire way, not making any snarky remarks whenever Scaramouche prodded at him or even when Pierro was commending them for keeping a level head during the mission, even if it went sideways, all he was focused on was praying that you pulled through and was okay. He tried asking around about your status but was met with several confusing answers, some would claim that you died while others say you were brought back, it brought him to near insanity just trying to figure out who was telling the truth. He was growing impatient, waiting days before he was summoned for a meeting, silently sitting next to Scaramouche and crossing his arms, blue eyes staring at the table while he waits for Pierro to enter the room.

“Damn, who died? Thankfully not me”, his head perks up at the sound of your voice, looking up to see you walking into the room next to Pierro, your injured arm in a sling and he can feel tears fill his waterline. He shoots up to his feet, rushing to you so he could throw his arms around your form. You yelp, free hand smacking at him while telling him he’s hurting you, and he apologizes softly while loosening his grip, arms moving to wrap around your waist while he presses his face against your neck, hot tears rolling down his cheeks and getting the collar of your shirt wet. “Aw, did you miss me that much?”, you snicker, running your hands through his hair while listening to the way he sniffles and sobs quietly into your skin.

“You kept your promise”, he murmurs against you, his form beginning to tremble as he lifts his head to get a better look at you; while you still had a black eye and some scratches, he still found you to be beautiful in his eyes. Your eyes were wide at his statement before softening, holding your pinkie out for him to wrap his around while pressing your forehead against his to the best of your ability.

“Of course, I’d hate for my tongue to fall off from the cold after all”, you chuckle, hand moving to wrap around his neck while he brings you closer to press his lips against yours, completely ignoring the gagging sounds coming from Scaramouche.

“I’m never letting you go again, y/n.”

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smooth-boob · 4 months

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⭐ !!!

Fanfic Writers: Director's Cut Game

Thank you for sending this, and once again I am literally so sorry, but this is just going to be a long diary entry about The Bustle in a House, a Bridgerton fic I wrote, particularly the epilogue. My inner monologue is loud, and normally it's just me in here! Apart from being unhinged in tags, I don't post a lot of personal things on here, but I have something to say!

I feel like I talk about The Bustle in a House a lot on here, and in terms of hits/kudos/statistics, it's not one of my most popular fics (I mean, it's not shippy and it's aggressively sad, so I get it lol), but it was really a breakthrough story for me! Link at the bottom for shameless self promo, woo.

It's funny, looking at my google docs now, I guess it only took me six weeks to write, but it was literally all I thought about for those six weeks. I was scratching at the walls of my enclosure writing this thing. Apart from a couple Bridgerton one-shots and a quickly abandoned fic, I hadn't written almost anything on my own in such a long time. It was also emotionally charged and gritty and I was so impatient to get the story out but I needed to get it out the way that felt right.

Beyond that, I struggle(d) to write complete stories that aren't just scenes stitched to each other. Honestly, Bustle is still like that, but it all stitches together very nicely if I do say so myself. Still, I had been agonizing a little bit over the fact that I didn't know how the fic was going to end. I couldn't keep writing it forever...I mean, I guess I could, because it's really not that long, and there's actually more of it in my drafts, but I was trying to tell a very particular story and also have I mentioned that I am impatient? But the story didn't have an end because it's an origin story about unhealed trauma, so what was I going to do with that?

So, at least to give myself a bookend to the real story, I wrote the epilogue. I wrote it in a thirty-minute fit of inspiration one evening while tipsy on red wine, sitting at a desk in my parents' house where I'd been living for about three years because y'know, pandemic, and I was feeling trapped and burnt out and indecisive and afraid, etc. and if you read it, you might see me staring at you through Anthony, wink wink. (Quick caveat that, unlike Anthony, living with my parents was an overall loving experience at that point in my life!)

Anyway, in true Hemingway spirit, I wrote drunk, and when I went to edit sober, I was delighted that it didn't need much help. I obsessed over details, like changing scotch to whisky and then to brandy (it's sweeter, and he's so young). This is not to say that the epilogue is perfect; it's not, but it is what it needed to be.

It is a love poem of a kind for a character that hit me hard. It's a short prose poem about grief and loneliness and the 'wrong' ways to heal and it's about thinking you're at the acceptance stage of grief but really it's just depression. It's about losing parts of yourself and coming of age into something that doesn't feel right but feels inevitable, and so you stop fighting and just get on with it. It's about the before, and Anthony not knowing that he has an after and eventually, yes, years later eventually, he's going to be okay. More than okay, he's going to be happy.

(And he only has a year until Doing The Voices, and I let him be happy for at least a few nights in that! He doesn't know that he's doing the right things when taking care of his family. Not always, but more than he knows he is.)

As for me, I moved out of my parents' house and into my own newly purchased 'bachelor lodgings' (so to speak) about a month after I posted the last chapter, and I'm writing more than I have in years! Baby steps! Adult steps!

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk/therapy session. Probably no one should ask me anything else for a while lmao, who knows what will happen!

Read The Bustle in a House on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47126467

Or if you don't feel like being sad, read Doing The Voices instead: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47976274

#.braindump #i have written you...an opera...

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blossomreed · 2 years

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Chapter 9 of The Dove and her Rooster [Bradley Bradshaw]

find all the parts here

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The next day Victoria and Bradley went to her parents place to visit them and hang out with her family. What they didn't know is that Pete was there in the morning to talk to his long-time friend and Victoria's father, Tom, he even got some good advice from him.

After lunch they were all sitting in the backyard since it was nice outside, drinking some lemonade. Somehow they got to the theme of work, Victoria and Bradley saying what they could. Tom spoke up, even though he shouldn't but he did.

"I'm proud of you...both of you." he smiled at the couple as they thanked him with Victoria reminding her dad not to speak too much.

They told her family that training was going okay with Bradley pointing out that Victoria was the only one that got a kill on Maverick when they practiced dogfighting and Victoria then points out that for now, Rooster was the only one that hit the target on the mission course. Her family congratulated the two with Gavin saying-

"You are a Kazansky after all, of course you beat him."

Which made everyone either laugh or chuckle. They continued talking and joking around for the rest of the day, they even played some board games together. While Victoria often looked around at everyone making a mental picture to hold onto forever, her mom, Sarah, took some pictures with her camera while Rachel took pictures with her phone, joking with their mom to get with the times. They were all happy and that was the only important thing right now.

When the couple decided to take their leave, Tom stopped his daughter to ask her something. Victoria waited for her dad to get out his phone but he never did, instead he decided to speak.

"Who's the better Kazansky? You or me?"

Victoria playfully rolled her eyes at her dad who found himself all too funny before hugging him.

"I love you too dad." Tom kissed his oldest daughter's head as he said I know before they both let go.

"See you tommorow." she kissed his cheek and went outside, getting into the Bronco where her husband was waiting for her in the driver's seat.

"Everything good?" the brunette man asked his wife, nodding her head and letting out a small yeah as she put her seatbelt on.

Before they knew it Monday came around again and it was time to train but instead of being at TOPGUN or flying the course, Maverick took all the pilots to the beach to play some dogfighting football. The Navy wanted a team? He was going to give them a team.

Each round they would switch from offense to defense and vice versa and as much as it was fun, they were all competitive. Everyone was tackled at least once, if not more. Phoenix got tackled by both Dove and Rooster, the couple also tackled each other with Rooster being tackled by Phoenix and Yale too, Dove tackled Phoenix, Hangman and Payback at some point while she was tackled by both Fanboy and Coyote...All in all, none of them realised how competitive they all were until today. The only couple among the pilots were especially competitive when they were on the opposite teams like right now. They stood across from each other, both balls in between them.

"Y'know sweetheart it's not too late to back out, I'd hate to see you cry." Dove rolled her eyes that were shielded from the sun by her sunglasses, "In your dreams." Rooster chuckled at that.

"Oh in my dreams, you're doing way more than that."

With that, Hondo blew the whistle and Dove quickly grabbed her ball as she started running. No way was she going to let him throw her off. Just as Rooster was approaching her, having passed his ball already and went to grab the ball his wife was running with, Dove quickly passed it to Halo, a fellow female pilot and a WSO who scored before the other team did. The two high fived each other before Dove pulled her sunglasses down to her nose and sent a wink in Rooster's direction then continuing to play.

If everyone's was being honest, they stopped counting a while ago so they didn't know who was winning but they didn't care. They needed this between the stress and pressure.

When Dove witnessed Rooster helping Maverick up and patting him on the shoulder she was more than happy. Maybe she won't have to meddle much for the two men to bury the axe and be on good terms again.

Maverick decided to stop playing as he put his t-shirt back on and sat down in a beach chair, despite the many protests coming from his pilots. Just as he did so Cyclone approached him and the two talked.

"You said to create a team...There's your team."

Maverick gestured to Cyclone towards the pilots playing football and just as they both looked at them, Bob scored which made everyone holler and shout. Rooster picked up Bob onto his shoulders as everyone gathered around them and chanted the WSO's callsign. From outside of her bar, Penny smiled at the scene.

After Rooster put Bob down, they continued to play. After Hondo caught the ball that Hangman threw, all 14 fighter pilots decided to go after the man, who did try to out run them but couldn't because there were too many of them. They all jumped him so to say which resulted in the poor man falling onto the sand with some of them falling on top of him and on top of each other which made everyone laugh, even Maverick and Penny, with the woman taking a few pictures and sending it to Victoria's mother who she was close with.

As the pilots all got up one by one, Dove felt a presence behind her, she turned around, seeing Rooster with a smile on his face which screamed mischief.

"Hi there little lady." Dove started to slowly back away, "What's up, honey?" but before she could countinue further, she bumped into someone's chest. Looking up, she saw Payback behind her who also was up to no good. The two men looked at each other before nodding. To Dove's un fortune, she didn't catch on fast enough to run away, and the two men grabbed her as she screamed no and mercy. Everyone watched the scene unfold, laughing as the two went into the ocean while carrying the blonde by her arms and legs.

"No! Wait! Please don't do this. C'mon Roost, Reubs, be nice and put me down."

Rooster looked at Payback, "What do you think Reuben? Should we put her down?" the black haired man pretended to think for a moment before speaking up.

"Well Brad, if she insists..."

But before Dove could thank them, they threw her into the ocean which resulted in a short-lived scream. When she emerged from the water, she saw them laughing which only resulted in her glaring at the two.

"Honey you did say to put you down but not how."

The only thing Dove said is run as she got up from the ocean. The two men looked at each other before running off with the blonde right behind them. The first one she caught was Payback who she pushed into the ocean but Rooster was a bit harder, so instead she picked up one of the balls and aimed for him with it. It successfully hit him and he fell down, not excepting his wife to do that.

Phoenix approached Dove and high-fived her before shouting to the two men as they both got up, chuckling to themselves about what they did.

"Her callsign may be Dove, but she is ruthless."

With that the two women waved to them before making their way inside Penny's bar where everyone already was. Thankfully Penny had a towel in the back which she gave to the younger woman so she could dry herself off before putting her clothes on. Penny also had some shorts she gave to the girl so she didn't have to stay in her wet ones.

Just as she finished changing, Rooster came in.

"How was your swim?" "I don't know. How's your head?"

The woman smirked at her husband as he put his hands up in mock surrender. He approached his wife as he put his hands on her waist.

"You're were so badass out there and I love you so much." she smiled up at him, "I love you too Rooster. And I have to say that little dance you did after you chest bumped with Coyote...Not bad."

Rooster chuckled as he teased Dove a bit before kissing her. Her hands almost instantly went around his neck but instead of immediately wrapping them around his neck, she decided to trace her hands up his exposed chest and then around his neck.

She was the first one to break the mini makeout session they were having.

"C'mon, they're waiting for us."

Rooster nodded his head as he put his shirt back on and going back out with his wife.

They all had hung out for a bit and had a beer or two before everyone went their separate ways. Dove caught Penny getting on her uncle's bike with him so she sent her a thumbs up which made the older of the two chuckle.

The couple visited her family and hung out with them for about two hours, telling them all about their exciting day. I mean they did promise to visit every day, and they were keeping their promise no matter how tired they were.

When they got home, both went to shower before getting ready for bed. Only they didn't go to sleep right away, instead they decided to have a little fun.

Something about being at the beach and playing football and watching each other between plays did things to both of them, especially to Victoria when her husband decided to take his shirt off.

The next morning when they came in for training, they were met with not only Maverick already in the room but also Cyclone and Warlock. As they all sat down, Maverick stood off to the side and Commander Bates stepped to the front.

"Morning. The uranium enrichment plant that is your target will be operational earlier than expected. It will be delivered in 10 days time...as a result the mission has been moved up, one week."

Everyone looked at each other, sharing the same facial expression before turning their attention back to Warlock who after finishing gave the word to Captain Mitchell.

"We have one week to focus on stage 2. It's the most difficult stage of the mission."

As he was explaining everything, he stopped for a little bit, letting the screen and diagram catch up with his talking before continuing.

"Now here is where we need two consecutive miracles. Miracle number 1 is hitting the uranium plant. Now the single plane will launch the bomb, with the second plane providing a laser lock aim, then the pilot will do a steep climb out. That's Miracle number 1." he stopped talking to let his words sink in, he saw a few worried faces but everyone was trying to mask it. The older man also saw the way Dove held Rooster's hand tightly as they shared a quick glance before looking back up front.

"The second team will deliver the kill shot and destroy the target. That's Miracle number 2."

He continued explaining that the mission is a failure if either team misses and the steep climb out they'll have to face. Just as Maverick finished, Hangman raised his hand. Maverick nodded his head at him, as to tell him to go ahead.

"A steep climb at that speed you're pulling at least 8 G's." He spoke, concern being heard in his voice, "9. Minimum."

Rooster commented that that the stress load of an F/A-18 airframe is 7.5 to which Maverick explained that if they wanted to survive the mission they'll go beyond that even if it means bending their airframe. He then explained how it will feel when pulling 9 Gs in an F/A-18 in a steep climb like the one they will have to face.

"Assuming you avoid crashing into this mountain, you'll climb up straight into enemy radar while losing all of your rear speed...Within seconds you'll be fired upon by enemy SAMs. You all faced sustained Gs before but this...this is gonna take you and your aircraft to a breaking point."

It was quiet in the room, everyone processing the information they were given by the Captain. The silence was broken by Phoenix.

"Sir, is this even achievable?" "The answer to that question will come down to the pilot in the box."

Maverick answered as he looked at all 14 pilots in front of him. Soon enough, they were sent off into different groups to fly the whole mission course. Almost no one successfully finished the mission. Some were too slow, some didn't hit the target and a few had problems sustaining the Gs. Dove was in the group that hit the target but was slow by half a minute.

The last ones up were Phoenix and Bob with Coyote. They were 12 seconds late on the target when Maverick made his presence known, acting as an enemy aircraft. Bob's laser couldn't get a lock so Coyote decided to drop blind, unfortunately, he missed and on top of that the pilot fainted while doing the steep climb. Thankfully, he woke up before he crashed but just as everything seemed okay and they were getting ready to land, they were faced with a bird strike.

Phoenix and Bob's engine caught on fire because the bird flew right into it. Phoenix tried everything she could to save both the engines and the plane but failed. The plane crashed and the two ejected at the last minute.

The two were both admitted to the hospital and after Maverick found out that Phoenix and Bob were going to be okay, he went and let Dove know, who asked him to go tell Rooster since she had to go to the bathroom.

Unknown to the two men who were arguing in the room a few doors down from the bathrooms, as Dove made her way back she was stopped by Vice Admiral Simpson.

"Lieutenant Kazansky, I'm sorry." Dove looked at the man in front of her, confused at first, "What do you mean Vice Admiral?"

Cyclone gave her a look that said it all to her but she didn't register it right away.

The blonde was numb. She didn't feel anything in that moment, and the poor woman didn't know what to say so she just nodded her head. Cyclone gave a small squeeze to the woman's shoulder as he walked away. And just as Dove got the news so did Maverick and Rooster who were getting the news delivered by Warlock.

"Where's my wife?" Rooster asked but before Warlock could answer, Dove appeared in the doorway. Warlock left to give the three some privacy.

Maverick approached her before giving his niece a kiss on the forehead and a tight hug.

"Take your time, okay? I'll go see your mom and siblings. He was so happy to have you as his daughter and proud of you as both a person and a pilot. Never forget that."

As Maverick left, he closed the door behind him to give the couple some privacy, to give two grieving people privacy.

Rooster stepped towards Dove who could only look up at him with tears in her eyes. The man didn't say anything. He only hugged his wife tightly and with that, she broke down. She let out all the tears, the screams, everything that she has been holding in. This, this hurt like hell.

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Well, Iceman is offically dead...This chapter was definitely a rollercoaster of emotions since it started so happily and ended up very sad. All I have to say is prepare tissues for the next chapter because it's going to be really sad and if I'm being completly honest, I cried while writing it, like a lot. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story so far and thank you for reading! Bye! <3

P.S. I'm so proud of the gif above, I litreally had to combine multiple gifs for it to turn out like that but then I had to compress it since it was like 20MB and tumblr only let's you post beneath 10MB😭

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I would have a question.

Have you ever wrote a 1P! character and a 2P! character meeting? For example, England getsto know 2P! England.

If not, maybe you could try it.

I had not before receiving this, so thank you for the ask!

I took your example literally because why not, plus it made the most sense to rationalize with magic, so here ya go.

"Foils"

Feat. The Magic Men

The first thing that Oliver noticed was that he was not in his world. The buildings looked wrong, the trees looked different, and the streets were entirely empty except for one man. This man, however, was the one he had been seeking, so maybe it wasn't all wrong after all.

"Oh, lovely! Hello there."

The other man whipped his head around, standing from the bench. The green eyes and sand-blond hair were unsettlingly similar in texture and shape to Oliver's, but that was alright. That was a sign that he had the right man.

"Are you alright there? You're not unable to speak, right? That'd be rather unpleasant."

"...just who are you?" The man finally spoke, approaching Oliver cautiously. He adjusted his own leather jacket a bit.

"Oh, y'know, only a simple kitchen witch. Oliver Kirkland, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Uh- Arthur, here." The man looked around, then back at the bright blues that were trained on him. That, plus the unnaturally pink blond of Oliver's hair made him wary. "Just where are we? I mean, besides just outside the tower of London."

"This is what your tower of London looks like? Hm... It's a bit, well, dreadful."

"Who are you to call this place dreadful, you look like you've dressed yourself in stale cotton candy!"

"Well that was a bit rude. I thought you would be more of a, what was it... gentleman?" He tilted his head and gave a cheshire grin.

"God damn it. So I see we look similar to each other, bar the clothes. Is that the only reason you're in my dream?" Arthur scowled. He had no choice but to hate it all.

"Nope!" Oliver grinned even wider, somehow. "I've actually come to get your advice on something. See there's a small problem I'm trying where I'm from, it's quite the bother."

"Well, go on?" How could Arthur refuse when this strange near-doppelgänger had contacted him in his mind.

"Do you know how to make people happy?" The question was the first of Oliver's words in this exchange laced with any sincerity. "The people where I live are always such dreadful pessimistic downers, and all I've ever wanted was to lift their spirits. Some of them, however, tend to call me insane for thinking so positively. Can you believe it?"

"Oh." Arthur looked dumbfounded. "Hah, figures you're an optimist. Let me guess, they all say that the world is awful because nothing good ever happens to them?"

"Yea, it gets a little depressing!" Oliver giggled.

"Well, that's how I think most of the time..." Arthur sighed, wishing he had something to think about that was even a little positive. "While I try to be nice for others, all I can think is that the world hates me. Which is bloody terrible, because I'm connected to it."

"Aha! We really are opposites!" Oliver leaned into his personal space. "I'd figured you might give me some marvelous insight about yourself, if you're supposed to be my direct foil!"

"Just how did you contact me anyways?" Arthur chuckled to himself, finding Oliver's constant schoolgirl-giggling infectious.

"Oh, just a little potion I put in my tea."

"...Maybe we're not complete opposites. That's exactly what I do with my own potions."

"Well, you know what they say! A spoonful of cinnamon-"

"I beg your pardon? It's sugar."

"Well, I could have sworn it was cinnamon. A spoonful of cinnamon helps the poison go down?"

"Well- I mean- Are you telling me that in your world, Mary Poppins is a murderer?" Arthur looked even more dumbfounded than before.

"Why, it's one of my favorite horror films. Howcome?" Oliver couldn't help his own confusion, wondering what Arthur's 'Mary Poppins' film was like.

"Bloody hell... Two sides of the same coin indeed."

"Yea, foils, like I said."

A moment of silence passed, the foils sitting on a bench.

"You're not a murderer too, are you?" Arthur asked quietly.

"Well, only when I need to be." Oliver replied. "Such as when a poor mortal disrespects something I value!"

"Ah... I don't have such loose criteria, I'm afraid."

"Oh, don't worry, poppet. Not all of us need to be monsters."

"I realize that, but I don't think you're a monster. You've proven to be kind. Flawed, and maybe a little trigger happy, but optimistic. That has to mean something if you live in a world of pessimistic arseholes like myself." Arthur let himself relax into the bench.

Oliver stared at him, the baby blue of his eyes welling up with unnecessarily tears. He blinked and wiped his face on his sleeve after a moment.

"Are you alright-"

"I really needed to hear that! Haha! Thank you, honestly." He didn't bother going into the complexity of it just yet. He wanted to appreciate being told he was kind for now.

"Well, you're a nice chap, so... you're welcome." Arthur smiled awkwardly.

Oliver almost wanted to talk about how cutthroat his world was. He wanted to talk about the suffering he endured, or the way he spited his world with a smile. He wanted to talk about the pain he watched others go through, just to make him feel like an idiot for trying to smile.

The alarm clock by his bed interrupted him, though.

"Seems I'll have to go soon." Oliver muttered. "So long, Arthur! Have a nice rest of your dream!" Oliver's cheshire grin returned, and he waved to his counterpart happily.

"Yeah, alright, I'll try." Arthur offered a smile in return. "You go and live your life, alright? I'd rather not make it a habit to peer into the life of my sparkly doppelgänger."

"Sparkly? I'll have you know that this is pastel!"

"Hah. Foils after all..."

It was at that moment that Oliver walked-no, skipped-away, fading into the horizon.

"..hah. He's bonkers."

...

Oliver woke up in the embrace of soft cushions he had made, along with the feeling of paper by one of his hands.

"Ahh... Good morning, my world. Magnificent day we're having already, hm?" His voice was soft, as it usually was in the morning.

It was at that point, James wandered into his room.

"Can I help you?" Oliver offered, smiling in spite of his disheveled state.

"It's three PM... What the fuck are you doing in bed?" He adjusted his sunglasses with an annoyed expression. The classic RBF of this particular Canadian.

"Well, since you've asked, I'd be delighted to tell you."

...

Arthur felt someone tapping his shoulder as he began to wake up, light flooding into his vision. It was startling enough to recall the odd dream, and even more startling to see that he'd fallen asleep at his desk. All in all, just an incredibly weird experience.

"Agh, what in god's name-" Arthur finally whipped around to see he whom had disturbed his slumber.

"Sorry, you just... It's three in the afternoon." Matthew, from behind him, pulled away. "I was just doing a wellness check."

"Right." Arthur forced himself to stand, stretching a bit. "Well, anyways... I had the most peculiar dream."

"Really?" Matthew blinked a bit, curious. "What was it about?"

"Well, there was quite the colorful character, that's for sure."

#hetalia #fanfiction asks #hws england #2p england #arthur kirkland #oliver kirkland #the only reason their respective canadas are there is because i didn't have a better idea #not ship

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