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ozzgin · 3 months

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A nice character with a yandere split persona. The Yandere persona was born out of the abandonment of the character by a loved one, maybe mom. Did he kill her just so she could stay? Maybe. Only the Yandere persona knows, the character is oblivious, he just knows his mom left him. But he oddly feels ok about it as though the situation has been reconciled... which is weird to him.

Now he meets and falls in love with yn. She must not leave. It's f around and find out

Btw I love you ❤️❤️❤️ The Yokai series is my fave

Oooh, I’ve been thinking of a context for your idea and I somehow got stuck on a serial killer who is unaware of it most of the time. Since you mentioned abandonment and obsession, my mind wandered to some of the typical habits, such as collecting trophies. I’ve also been wanting to try my hand at writing a serial killer, so hopefully it turns out to your liking. (Sending back the love, always a pleasure to see your comments ❤)

Although let me include a little disclaimer, because I am aware many things in the sphere of true crime are problematic: this in no way glorifies or romanticizes serial killers. Just a reminder that this is a work of fiction and all behaviors displayed are for the sake of an interesting story, not to be admired in real life.

Yandere! Serial Killer x Reader

You're temporarily staying with a kind, quiet man renting out a room in the house he inherited. It's just the two of you, and a locked bedroom he claims to be vacant. Yet as night falls, you hear the whispered arguing of a voice you don't recognize. Is anyone else there?

Content/TW: female reader, mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, horror

You must break the pattern today, or the loop with repeat tomorrow

He stares at the locked drawer of the bureau. The clock ticking in the background fades into an irritating buzz, drumming against his ears at irregular intervals like a swarm of insects. Once again, he cannot remember where the key is. Yet he does not feel compelled to search for it. It cannot be anything of significance, he tells himself. Forgotten knick-knacks, perhaps. Despite the apparent lack of curiosity, he is drawn here every morning. He wakes up, carefully folds the sheets, and goes to sit in the office. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Until, at last, the noon hour strikes, and the hallways are flooded with ghastly chimes.

Lately, however, other sounds have taken over the usual silence that envelops the house. The main door rattles faintly before opening with a creak.

“They were out of our bread rolls. I got a baguette instead.”

It’s you.

He stands up, as if startled from deep slumber, and hurries downstairs to greet you. He takes the grocery bags from your hands, flashing a smile of gratitude. Somehow, the idea of another person living here is still foreign to him. He’s gotten so used to the solitude, the quietness of the house. Time stands still when there’s no one else to remind you of it.

You glance up at the tall man, noticing his slight frown.

“Another brain fog?” You ask, worried.

“Don’t mind me. It’s a morning routine at this point”, he jokes. “More importantly, what would you like for breakfast?”

He always cooks for both of you. Initially, you were rather hesitant to go for his offer. You’d been looking for temporary accommodation and stumbled upon his advertisement. A cozy, vintage house the man had inherited from his lamentably departed mother, with one too many spare rooms. He had no need for all the space, he said in his description. You paid him a visit and were taken aback by his appearance. A massive, muscular frame that did not fit the rest of his mannerisms and features. He was soft-spoken, polite, and terribly shy. His eyes reflected the kind of gloom to be expected from anyone in his situation.

A sweet, gentle soul looking for company. On top of that, if you are to be technical, he’s a housemate difficult to compete against. Well-kept, mannered, organized, and thoughtful. He keeps to himself. You’d learned, soon after moving in, that he suffers from the occasional brain fog and memory loss. He goes for walks at odd hours to clear his mind. Enjoys reading in his office, although you’ve caught him just staring into space many times. Terribly inconvenient for the poor lad, you imagine.

The house itself is also not a bad deal by any means. Old fashioned, littered with trinkets and paintings. “My mother liked to collect many things”, he’d told you. It certainly has personality, to put it mildly. Some belongings are more bizarre than others: portraits of faceless people, with features smudged or distorted, doll heads in pompous, feathered collars hanging in clusters across the musty walls. Peculiar, but manageable.

Only at night does it become unsettling.

“Going for a walk?”

You’re curled in one of the armchairs, flipping through a magazine you found. It’s been hours since your little breakfast together and now the sun is beginning to set. The man is buttoning up his coat, standing in the doorframe and gazing at you with a smile.

“Yeah. I’m starting to detach a little. Maybe some fresh air will help.”

It’s nice, he thinks, having you here. He didn’t expect much when he ventured to rent out a room. He just wanted to hear the murmur of life again. Ever since his mother has passed…when did it happen, again? Better yet, how did it happen? Christ, he can’t remember. The last memory he has of her is not something to cherish. She was angrily shoving him out of the way, visibly annoyed by his cries and pleading. “Please don’t leave me”, he kept croaking in a pathetic tone, dragging his knees like a beggar. Then it’s all black. Black, like the cover they kept over her body at the morgue, to hide the mutilated remains. Black, like the tie he struggled to knot before her funeral. At that time, the sheets of her bed were still scattered, as if she never left. He could almost see her there, reflected onto the mirror’s surface – rather dirty as a matter of fact, he should wipe it soon – sitting melancholically on the edge of the mattress.

To think he’d be hearing footsteps again. A soothing voice. Even if it’s temporary, your presence in the house has been a blessing. Even if you must leave eventually. His lips purse involuntarily.

You hear the door close, followed by the key twisting inside the lock. You’re alone now.

With haste, you get up and sprint upstairs. You pull out a hairpin from your pocket and discreetly insert it in the cylinder. Today you find out if the spare bedroom truly is as vacant as your housemate claims.

When you first viewed the house, he mentioned that only this room will remain locked. It was his mother’s and he’d rather not look at it, he said. Let it gather dust, for all he cares.

Only at night, you’ve been hearing someone else’s voice. It didn’t happen immediately. Weeks after you’d moved in, you woke up thirsty and tiptoed on your way to the kitchen for a glass of water. On your return, you were surprised to see dim light coming from underneath the door of the forbidden bedroom. Visitors of your housemate? You hurried back into your bed, not wanting to intrude. But the following night you jolted up from the same mumbled voice. Strange that he’d invite someone over this late - twice in a row! - without saying a word to you. Even more, they were arguing like this. Curiosity got the better of you, so you snuck out and placed your cupped ear against the wall.

“No, no, no, no. I’m telling you, it’s different. She’s different from the others.” A deep, ragged voice retorted angrily.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud, a fist smashing against something, then glass shattering over exasperated, shouted curses. You ran back to your room, baffled. Who on Earth was there? You could feel your heart throbbing inside your chest.

Morning couldn’t come quick enough. You marched over to your housemate, demanding to know who this stranger was. He stared at you, wide eyed and incredulous. “There’s no one else here, dear. Just you and me.” Nonsense. You knew what you heard. You’d been wide awake! He gently placed the back of his hand against your forehead. “Could it be that you’re sick? Weather has been dreadful lately.” You scanned his face with hitched breath. Was he mocking you? Yet his features betrayed no such intent. The man seemed genuinely worried; face twisted in a caring frown.

Then what? A ghost? An intruder that fancied having a chat in a dead woman’s bedroom?

You fiddle with the pin until you hear the click. Finally. Surely whoever has been frequenting the place must’ve left some clues behind. You carefully open the door and peek inside. A broken mirror and some furniture covered in webs. There’s a lingering rusty smell that tickles your nostrils, and soon enough you find the source. Next to the old bed lays a cloth splattered red. On top of it, a leather folder from which scalpels and other surgical tools fell out haphazardly. Blood? Your mouth curls in disgust. You crouch to the floor to inspect the odd items and notice a jar glistening from underneath the bed. You pull it towards you and give it a rattle. Nothing heavy. You lift the jar into the light for a better look and gasp.

Fingernails.

“Oh, I forgot to put those away.”

It’s the same deep voice you’ve been hearing at night. Your stomach drops and you turn, slowly, towards the entrance. Horror is swiftly replaced by confusion once you realize it’s none other than your housemate.

“Y-you’re back from your walk?” You blurt out.

“Walk?” He inquires. “Ah, that’s what he told you.” He steps towards you and lowers himself to your level with a grin.

“Have you come to say hello?” He points towards the tall, shattered mirror. “This is (Y/N), mother. See, I told you she’s stunning. You didn’t believe me.”

He ruffles your hair with a boldness completely unfamiliar.

Nausea overwhelms you and your ears ring in panic. Whatever is happening right now is beyond your understanding.

“I’d like to go to my room now.”

“I recognize that speech all too well. You want to run away.”

Within seconds, he grabs one of the scalpels and points it towards your throat, poking your skin with its cold tip.

“Now, don’t embarrass me in front of her like that. Do you know how hard it is to convince this bitch of anything? I told her you’re not like them, (Y/N). Don’t prove me wrong.”

“Them?” You whisper, lungs devoid of air.

“Come, let’s put this with the others first.” He pockets the scalpel and lifts you up by the hand, tenderly kissing your fingers in the process. “Then we can talk.”

You follow him into the office, and he unlocks one of the desk drawers. Against your better judgment, you stretch over his shoulder and glance inside. ID cards of various women, jewelry, lipsticks. Teeth. Fingernails.

You want to cry.

He nonchalantly dumps the contents of the jar into the drawer and slams it back shut, then throws himself in the chair and pats his thigh, eyeing you. With a sob, you clumsily climb onto his lap.

“Back to our matters. What were you planning on doing?”

“I just wanted to lay in bed.”

He takes out the scalpel and draws a line across your cheek. It stings.

“Don’t lie, (Y/N). You have nothing to gain from being naughty with me.” He coos, placing a kiss over the fresh wound.

“I wanted to run away.” You confess, petrified.

“Good. Do you now understand what happens if you try to run away?”

You briefly look at the drawer and nod.

“I knew you would. You’re so smart.” He strokes your hair fondly. “Not an easy decision to make, mind you. I love you more than anything in this world. Who’d enjoy killing their one and only?”

The man ponders his next words with a hum.

“Don’t count on getting away while he’s awake, either.” He taps his temple and chuckles. “He has no idea and won’t stop you, but I can easily find you again.”

The eggs sizzle in the pan as you stare at your plate, background sounds melting into shapeless static. After a couple more minutes, the man turns off the stove and places the food on the table with a cheerful whistle.

“Eat up!” He encourages you.

You hold onto your fork with faintly trembling hands.

“This might be the last breakfast I cook for you, after all. You’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?” His last sentence trails off and he smiles, dejected.

“Actually, I was wondering if I could…stay here instead.”

He gazes at you in disbelief.

“Truly? I-…That’d be fantastic.” He laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head, a deep red blush spreading over his cheeks. “Do excuse my rudeness. To be honest with you, I’ve grown quite fond of our arrangement. I really do like having you here.”

You return the smile without responding.

“Most exciting news. I’ll get the documents from the office after we eat, so we can draft a new lease.”

“That’d be lovely”, you answer curtly.

“Say, have you by any chance stumbled upon a small key around the house? I wanted to finally unlock the drawer upstairs, but I can’t remember where I could’ve left it.”

The knot in your stomach tightens.

“Not at all.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m sure it’s nothing important, anyways. Old memorabilia, most likely.”

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doctorcatz · 6 months

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Do u do emoji anons? If so can I be 🦈 anon? If not I would like to request a gojo x reader (idk if u write for him but ya) where reader finds out he secretly cross dresses, please. Maybe. (Can u tell I'm extremely socially awkward?)

-(hopefully, maybe)🦈 anon

of course you can, love!

lord i have so many drafts, but here's a little drabble for youu,, and don't worry, i'm socially awkward too.

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pairing: crossdressing!gojo x top male reader

content: crossdressing, maybe ooc gojo, dominant-ish gojo, a bit of feminization, riding, unprotected sex, short writing

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"ah, fuck" gojo stared at himself in the mirror in your shared bedroom, looking himself up and down. "what am i even doing.." he thought aloud. what was he doing? he had bought this outfit on a whim. it was on sale, and he was intrigued, so he got it. now he's wearing it. a slim black dress. it was backless, which was good because with his build it felt like he was about to rip the thing apart. this was obviously not made for men,,

"this was a stupid idea.." he says as he begins to slip off the piece unaware that you had just arrived home and were about to walk through the door. "what's a stupid idea satoru?" you ask, entering the room. "oh. wow." seeing gojo in something like this was..different to say the least, but god was he attractive. the dress hugged him just right and the way his muscles tensed and flexed when he turned to look at you had you hot under the collar. "you don't like it,," he questioned, with a bit of a frown on his face "no, i do..i really do. just..wow. you look, gorgeous." you could feel yourself hardening in your pants just looking at him, and he did not fail to notice that. "really?"

"yeah? you like it?" fuck, the way he was bouncing on you,, "liked it so much you had me keep it on while i ride you hm?" he drove you wild. "yes..yes satoru i like it so much. you're such a pretty girl," gojo's face turns bright red, that was new.. and it didn't fail to make his cock twitch. "mhm- i'm your pretty girl,, that's right, ahn-!" you grab onto his hips, guiding him on your cock. the dress was high up on his waist now, his face contorted into some sort of grin, his eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out of his mouth, hair messy and sticking to his forehead from sweat. "gh- i think i'm gonna cum sato,," his grin grew ever wider as he looked down at you, speed never faltering. "oh? so soon?" you try to bring him along with you, thrusting upwards into him, slamming his hips onto your own. "ahn-! ah!" ropes of white spill onto your abdomen as his hips stutter. your own release follows shortly after, painting his insides with white. his body falls onto your own. "how about i buy you some lingerie hm?"

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man, i need to get the ideas flowing

requests: open

#top male reader #gojo x reader #gojo x male reader #jjk x male reader #send asks #male reader #gojo x you #jjk thirsts #🦈 anon

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sparkle-fiend · 1 year

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Steve loves Valentine’s Day.

It’s a holiday celebrating love and romance; the whole point is to shower someone with affection (and hopefully get laid at the end of the night). What’s not to like about that?

With girls, Valentine’s was easy. Big box of chocolates, a dozen red roses, dinner at a fancy restaurant (and maybe a little jewelry or something - depending on how much he likes her). A sweet card, for sure.

Now that he’s dating Eddie, Valentine’s Day presents more of a… challenge.

“Ugh, what am I gonna do Rob? We walked through the greeting card aisle at Melvald’s and he pretended to puke. He doesn’t want flowers or chocolate or anything.”

He knows he’s whining. He’s slumped dramatically in the single office chair in the Family Video breakroom, spinning slowly (like a pathetic little rotisserie chicken, according to Robin). He’s probably got about five more minutes before Robin snaps.

“Why do you have to do anything? You know Valentine’s Day isn’t even a real holiday – it’s just an excuse to get people to spend money on crap they don’t need…”

“Oh my god, stop! You sound just like Eddie. Valentine's isn't about spending money, it's about... showing people that you love them. Making them feel happy and appreciated and special. It’s about celebrating love.”

Robin tilts her head and her face goes a little soft, the way it does when he says something she wasn't expecting (but in a good way, not like when he says something so dumb that her body collapses and she says he's obliterated her will to live).

"That’s actually surprisingly sweet Steve. Okay….” she sighs and looks up at the ceiling as she thinks. “Maybe... you could try making something? He liked those cookies you baked for movie night."

“Those cookies were terrible.” Practically inedible. Eddie was the only person that ate more than one. (Which was either a true declaration of love in and of itself, or proof that Eddie will eat literally anything when he's stoned.)

"I don't know, Eddie is pretty easy to please. You could give him like... a cool rock, and he would probably love it."

Steve sits upright so fast he nearly overturns the chair. "Robin, you're a genius!!"

She blinks at him. "Clearly. But also, why exactly?"

Eddie is like a crow. He's forever picking up little odds and ends - cool rocks, stickers, shiny bits of paper. At Christmas, he collected the bows off of everyone's presents. Sometimes, he incorporates the stuff he finds into little props and models for his D&D games, but other times he just keeps it. He's got a whole drawer devoted to his little 'hoard', as he calls it.

Steve explains all this to Robin, who just shakes her head in bemusement. "He is so weird," she says fondly.

"Yeah," Steve agrees. He would have recoiled from that oddity in high school - would have been worried what other people would think. Scared they would judge him for associating with someone like that.

He doesn’t give a shit, these days. He sees the way Eddie lights up with happiness at the smallest things, so full of excitement and passion, and it just makes him smile. He feels grateful that he gets to bask in that reflected joy, like a flower soaking up the sun.

Valentines is two weeks away, which gives Steve plenty of time to collect a bounty of little treasures. He hits the pawn shop, the thrift store - he even drives out to the weird antique shop about an hour out of town, which looks like a normal house on the outside and is crammed to the rafters with knick-knacks and bric-a-brac when you walk inside.

He also trawls the quarry, the lake, and the woods behind his house. It's tough, because usually Eddie's little treasures just look like trash to Steve. He's not a very creative person himself, but he tries hard to see the world the way his boyfriend would.

If that means Steve finds himself debating for over half an hour on which rock is more appealing, well – it will all be worth it in the end.

———

Steve stays over at Eddie's, the night before Valentines. (At this point, he spends more time at the Munson's house than he does at his own.)

He wakes up early, slipping out of bed with slow, careful movements. As usual, Eddie rolls over with a faint grumble, bundling himself into a burrito of blankets to compensate for the void of warmth left by Steve's absence.

He moves down the hall, avoiding each creaky board like it's a booby trap in the Temple of Doom, until he reaches the kitchen - which is where Steve breaks routine. He sneaks out the back door and races across the driveway in his boxers, hopping and cursing as the frigid gravel stings his bare feet.

His carefully cultivated stash of gifts is in the glove compartment of the BMW. He already has a plan for which one will be first, so he grabs it and closes the door (slowly, slowly - the sound of Steve moving around the house is familiar, but a car door slamming in the driveway at this time of morning would wake Eddie for sure).

The first gift is a blue jay feather he found in the woods, perfect and clean with vivid blue and black stripes. He tucks it carefully under the edge of the ash tray that sits on the porch railing, before slipping back inside to start breakfast.

Thirty minutes later Eddie appears, drawn by the warm smell of coffee and the sound of bacon popping in the pan.

He drapes himself over Steve's back and murmurs, "G'mornin," sleepily into the shell of his ear, the way he does every morning after Steve spends the night. This time, Steve balances his spatula on the edge of the pan and turns so that he can wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.

He presses a cheerful kiss to the corner of Eddie's mouth and says, "Happy Valentine’s Day."

Eddie groans dramatically and throws his head back, the rest of his bodyweight following. If Steve didn't have a firm grip around his waist, he would have toppled over backward; the move turns into an awkward backbend instead.

"Stevie please, it's too early for that crap. Wait until I've had my coffee at least."

Steve grins. He releases his hold just long enough for Eddie to yelp and scrabble for balance before catching him and pulling him close again.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie gasps.

"Careful," Steve says with a smug grin, laughing when Eddie shoves him in the chest and pulls away.

They eat breakfast together, and then Steve follows Eddie outside for his morning cigarette.

"Holy shit, look at this!" Eddie turns to Steve with the blue jay feather pinched between his fingers, grinning with delight. He hasn't brushed his hair yet and he's got a smear of bacon grease on his cheek, but he's so beautiful in that moment - so full of joy it shines out of him, like a lighthouse.

Just because he found a feather. Steve smiles back, helplessly besotted. "Pretty cool."

Eddie twirls the feather between his fingers before tucking it behind his ear. “That’s a sign that today is gonna be a good day.”

Steve presses his mouth to the edge of his coffee cup to hide his expression. “Yeah, I think so too.”

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Eddie rolls into the Family Video parking lot around 2 in the afternoon to visit before his band practice. He strolls inside and leans against the counter, plonking a silver wrapped Hershey kiss down in front of Steve.

“Kiss for a kiss?” he says, with a smarmy grin. Steve rolls his eyes, but he checks to make sure they’re alone in the store before swooping forward for a quick peck on the lips.

“I got you something too,” he says.

“Oh?” Eddie raises one eyebrow, managing to look both curious and skeptical. “Please tell me it’s not a cheesy greeting card.”

Steve flips him the bird before reaching into his pocket. He pulls the keychain out and lets it dangle from one finger in front of Eddie’s face.

His boyfriend’s immediate reaction is to wrinkle his nose in disgust. The keychain is a garish red plastic heart, definitely the antithesis of Eddie’s usual metalhead vibe.

But it’s also sparkly.

Steve’s lips curl into a satisfied smirk as Eddie takes the keychain from him, reluctantly admiring the way light sparks off the flakes of holographic glitter embedded in the plastic. The cheap little thing shimmers like a ruby in the afternoon sun.

“Some kid dropped it. They never came back, so it’s yours if you want it.” (That’s technically true, although Steve has been holding on to it for nearly a month now, waiting for today.)

“Oh, well then.” Eddie stuffs the keychain into his pocket. “Finders keepers, losers weepers!” He sticks his tongue out, eyes wide and exaggerated – then leans across the counter and licks Steve’s nose.

“Gross!” Steve sputters with laughter. He scrubs at his face and looks up just in time to see Eddie wave jauntily on his way out the door, a second Hershey kiss left sitting on the counter in his wake.

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After Steve's shift is over, he runs home for a quick shower and a change of clothes before meeting Eddie at the diner.

He did his best to talk his boyfriend into going on a proper date, but the most he could get Eddie to agree to was milkshakes and a movie (my choice Stevie, not some lame romance).

Steve walks into the diner and spots Eddie at the back booth. He saunters over and sets the third present onto the sticky Formica table with a click. It's a small golden gear, nearly paper-thin.

"Check it out. Found this in the parking lot."

(That's a lie. Steve carefully picked apart a broken old watch from the thrift shop in order to extract a handful of the little gears.)

"Hey, cool! I bet I could use this in the model I'm working on." Eddie pulls the pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and drops the gear inside for safe keeping.

"What's the model for?" Steve asks.

Eddie launches into an animated explanation of the character he's creating for a new Hellfire campaign - a sun-worshiping priest that intends to trick the party into becoming a ritual sacrifice.

"... and that gear thing would look pretty good on the top of his staff."

Steve doesn't understand much of what Eddie's saying, but he loves the way his boyfriend talks with his whole body, moving his hands and shoulders and head along with the words. He rests his chin in his hand and lets Eddie ramble until the milkshakes arrive, smiling like a dope the whole time.

Eddie has no concept of time, so Steve is in charge of making sure they finish their milkshakes and leave the diner in time to make it to the movie. As Eddie slides into the passenger seat of the BMW, he says, “Hey – you think we have enough time to stop by the Circle K?”

Steve turns in his seat as he reverses out of the parking lot. "What do you need at the Circle K?"

"Snacks! You can't go to a movie without provisions Stevie! And don't say we can buy some at the concessions stand, because the prices they charge are ridiculous."

“Well if we stop now, we’ll be late – but I’ve got some Milk Duds and trail mix…” Steve doesn’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late. Eddie pops open the glove compartment in his search for snacks, revealing Steve’s little stash of gifts.

Eddie frowns in confusion. “What the hell?” He rifles through the pile as Steve groans.

“Shit. You weren’t supposed to see those yet.”

“What is all this?” Eddie picks up a ring, turning it over in his hands. It's a bulky silver biker ring, like the ones Eddie wears every day - only this one is shaped like a bat with tiny ruby eyes. Steve is particularly proud of that one, discovered in a box of assorted rings at the pawn shop.

Steve gnaws at his lip and runs a hand through his hair, ruining all his careful styling. "I know you hate Valentines, but I wanted to do something. Just… to show you how much I love you. So instead of the cards and flowers and stuff, I tried to find little things you might actually like. For your, you know… your 'dragon hoard' or whatever you call it."

"So the keychain and the gear..."

"And the feather."

Eddie's eyebrow twitches. He stares at the contents of the glove compartment; at the water smoothed stone from the lake and the multicolored twist of ribbon, the vivid green marble and the tiny mother of pearl locket. He looks down at the ring still clutched in his hand, and blinks rapidly.

Steve glances nervously between Eddie and the road, hands tight on the steering wheel. He's disappointed that the surprise has been ruined, but more concerned about Eddie's reaction. He'd expected the other boy to laugh or tease him, not this... whatever this is.

Finally, Eddie clears his throat roughly and speaks. "Actually, can we just head back to my place? I've got something I wanna show you, and I don't think I can wait through the movie."

“Uh… sure.”

Steve's brain is buzzing as he takes a left instead of a right at the intersection. He's worked himself into a bit of a panic by the time they pull into the Munson's driveway. "Eddie, I..."

Eddie interrupts him, practically throwing himself across the center console as he drags Steve into a fierce kiss. By the time Eddie lets him go, Steve is panting. "Wha...?"

"Wait here," Eddie says with a wild grin. He presses Steve back into the seat for emphasis. "Don't move."

He takes the steps up the porch two at a time and fumbles with his key to get inside as Steve watches in a daze. He has no idea what's going on.

After a few minutes, Eddie returns to the door. He's pulled on a t-shirt with a faux tuxedo printed on the front, and he's standing straight backed in the doorway with a towel over his arm, like some kind of maître d’. He waves grandly toward Steve, beckoning him toward the house.

Steve snorts with laughter as he climbs out of the BMW. “What are you doing?”

"This way sir," Eddie replies in a terrible attempt at a posh English accent. Steve shakes his head, thoroughly bewildered and increasingly amused.

He walks past Eddie through the doorway and freezes in surprise.

The living room has been transformed. Eddie set up the gaming table in the middle of the room – set with a crisp white tablecloth, the Munson’s best dishes, and a vase full of red roses sitting in the center of the table, flanked by two candles. More candles twinkle softly from the coffee table, the end tables - even on top of the tv.

"Eddie..." Steve whispers in awe. "What is this?"

"Well, ah... I kind of jumped the gun a little. It’s supposed to be a candlelight dinner. If we'd gone to the movie, Wayne would have had time to get all the food set up. But it won’t take long, I already cooked everything. Just gotta heat it up."

Steve’s vision goes watery, smearing the candlelight into one big blur as tears fill his eyes. He blinks hard to clear them. “I thought you hated all this stuff.”

Eddie shrugs and rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Well, yeah I do. But you love it. So I wanted to surprise you.”

Steve grips his boyfriend by the front of his ridiculous t-shirt and pulls him into a bone-cracking hug, before pulling back just far enough to kiss the breath from him.

In a pause between kisses, Steve rests his forehead against Eddie’s and laughs a little breathlessly. “What made you change your mind about the movie?”

Eddie bites his lips, already swollen from kisses. Steve can’t tear his eyes away.

“I don’t know. When I saw all that stuff you collected for me…” he clears his throat, staring at Steve with wide dark eyes. “I’m… I know I’m weird. I’ve known that my whole life. I never thought I would find anyone that would tolerate me, let alone… celebrate me like that.”

He kisses Steve again, sweet and soft. “I couldn’t sit and wait for two hours after that. I had to get you home and show you how much I love you.”

“I love you too.” Steve smiles against Eddie’s mouth. “You know… I’m not really hungry yet.”

“Oh yeah?”

Steve trails his hands down Eddie’s chest, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and tugging. “Mm-hmm. I think we need to work up an appetite first.”

Eddie laughs in delight. “Sounds like a good idea. You know how much I like dessert before dinner.”

A happy Valentine’s Day indeed.

#steddie #steddie fic #my writing #Valentine’s day ficlet #I’ve been working on this over a week #and still ended up having to rush to finish for today #not real happy with it #I wish I was a faster writer

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antennaed-shidou · 4 months

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☃︎ Micheal Kaiser x f! reader

☃︎ Warning: not prof-read,

☃︎ Misc: Word Count: 1k+ 12 days of Christmas special with the Blue Lock Boys. 7/12 days with the one and only Micheal Kaiser. Hope you enjoy it.

☃︎ In which you lived far away from your husband.

It’s been a difficult past few months. Kaiser was in Germany while {Y/n} was back in France with her family. She traveled back home around November for the holidays. She was going to fly back to Germany in December to spend time with her husband, but there were a lot of delays, and {Y/n} parents were worried for her to go home.

“I know. Hopefully, I’ll be back before Christmas. I wanna see you open your gifts.” {Y/n} was on Facetime with Kaiser on her bed.

A smile appeared on the male's face when he saw his wife smile. “Yeah if only you would’ve driven your car,” He teased his wife. He chuckled when he saw her reaction. She was always cute.

“First off the weather is horrible and you know my parents wouldn’t let me drive. Second, it’s a long ass drive. And Third it’s not like we are poor so live with it.” She flipped him off which made him laugh.

“Whatever you say, darling.”

The two of them talked all night. They even fell asleep on the phone with each other. {Y/n}’s brother even had to tell them to be quiet some times in the night. {Y/n}’s sister was even annoyed at their brother for interrupting the happily married couple. He was just jealous he was still single.

Next Morning ———

Anna was making breakfast for her family. She was making a simple breakfast that they all liked. The family could be picky at times. So Anna had to work around what is the best type of food to make for the holidays. But now it was easy since more of the family was about of the house.

{Y/n} was the first sibling to wake up. She walks into the kitchen and sees her mother cooking up some breakfast. It was nice since {Y/n} didn’t have to wake up early and cook like she does at home for Kaiser. It was her mom that had to wake up early and cook breakfast for the family. That was nice about going home for the holidays.

Kaiser was lying in bed still not feeling any energy. Even though it’s been about a month. It still felt weird to Kaiser without his wife by his side in the morning. He didn’t want to get up, so he didn’t get up. He lay in bed for a while up until 1:00 pm.

The only reason he did wake up was because he heard his phone ring. Kaiser turned over to see {Y/n} was the one calling.

“Hey babe. What have you been up to?” {Y/n} happily said.

“Just woke up, meine Dame,” Kaiser's voice was groggy and deep. It was lovely to hear from {Y/n}.

“I can tell, Mein Mann,” She teased. “I just wish I was home with you right now.”

“Me too,” Kaiser added moving his phone to the other ear. “Maybe you should steal your parent's plane.”

She sarcastically laughed, “Ha ha you are so funny, babe.”

“I know I am,” he prided himself.

“Then you’re lucky I love you, Micheal Kaiser.”

“No, I’m lucky to have married you,” He kissed at his phone. He heard a kiss sound back.

{Y/n} kept on talking and talking. She was hearing ruffling and soft nosing in the background. She ignored the noses at first thinking he was messing with the blankets and or she was hearing things. She couldn’t ignore the sound anymore when she heard her husband breathing loudly. “What the hell are you doing, babe?” She finally questioned irritated and wanting an answer as it had been going on for a while.

“Nothing for you to worry about. Just keep talking,” He voiced just barely and breathy.

They talked– Well {Y/n} mostly talked while she could hear Kasier beath and moan through the mic. They talked most of the day and never did she hear him stop. He did say a few words but they weren’t as coherent as hers. They hung up when {Y/n} had to go eat dinner with her family. Kaiser tried to get her to stay bc she did have earbuds. But she couldn’t.

Christmas went by faster than they both thought. Now they were on the phone opening each other's gifts. There were a few questionable items. But hey they were married and it was normal if it was gifts or not. The rest of the items were sweet though. The sad thing about the call was {Y/n} had no news about when she was coming home.

“Do your parents not like it when you speak German?” Kaiser asked opening another gift. He wasn’t too much paying attention the the gift but rather his attention was on his wife.

“They don’t hate it, but they don’t like it when I speak German either. But they can’t say anything bc it’s my second language. I don’t say anything when Linse speaks Hindi, no one does.” The female shrugged her shoulder. If they were going to say something to her why not say it to her sister as well?

Kaiser nodded his head. He opened the box. He pulled out the item with a thin lip smile, “Wow your mom is so creative.”

“You will wear it when you see my family again and when they visit. You’re going to appreciate that sweater.” {Y/n} raised her brow along with her voice.

“Sure I promise.” He was sarcastic even when putting the sweater down.

The day went by fast, along with the week. And the next thing it was already New Year's and this is the first year. They weren’t by each other side. Though they were calling each other on the phone so they weren’t completely apart.

“Ready for the countdown?” Kaiser says looking up at the big clock.

“Yeah, ready more than ever,” {Y/n} says looking up and down at her phone while pushing through a crowd.

“Without me?” He teased.

“Do you want me to hang up?” She stood still holding the phone.

“No, this is fine for this year, Meine Dame.”

“5!” A crowd of people shouted looking at the big clock. It was hard for people on their phones to hear the other person.

“4!”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

The crowd got louder and more cheerful.

“0!”

“Happy New Year!” People shouted. Some people kiss their loved ones and hug friends and family.

Kaiser stood where he was looking at his phone with a smile on his face, “Happy New Year, meine Dame.” As he was talking he felt a light tap on her shoulder. He turned around mouth dropped to the floor.

“Happy New Year to you too, Mein Mann”

Kaiser pulled his wife closer in for a kiss. It was a deep passionate kiss like it was his last kiss on earth with {Y/n}. It was like she was gone for years though it was only about two months. Kaiser missed his wife so much that he didn’t want to let go of the kiss. He went deeper and deeper into the kiss.

This was a way to start the New Year. With his beautiful wife in his hand kiss her like the last thing on earth. He loved her so goddamn much and it showed. Kaiser finally broke the kiss. “Ich Leibe Dich, meine Dame.”

a/n: I really love this one. One of my top three favorite Christmas specials.

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datesinredink · 2 months

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Yan turtles (rottmnt) with an m/c that’s allergic to reptiles/turtles? Idk I just think it would be funny (not Donnie trying to get m/c into getting injections to help the allergy-)

ANON I AM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BCIRBIFUNUIEH

Super duper sorry i ended up procrastinating really hard and i guess god took issue with that because he struck me down with multiple QAs and a Feelings crisis but the tests are over and I finally managed to sit down and finish Raph's part- seriously i struggled with him and mikey a lot but i guess it was kinda worth it in the end because Raph has an entire 110 more words to his part than the other three- hopefully it makes up for my lack of knowledge of his character. Enjoy!

Donnie

“My inspiration for this device was simplicity-”

Yeah you’re getting a hazmat suit until your allergies either magically disappear or he figures out some other solution

You’ll probably have to do a lot of tests, including possibly a blood draw but I’m no medical expert- since I headcanon Leo to be the medic he’ll probably end up helping too

After he finally puts the pieces together, he’ll start working with Leo to engineer a medicine to help suppress your allergic reaction, and maybe even be able to get rid of it entirely

Also anon you’re very right, you may be subjected to becoming the human pincushion of allergy shots while he figures it out. It’s safe. No it won’t kill you. Yes he made sure. Just, uh, maybe don’t ask your best friend their opinion on needles for a while….

In the meantime, he completely hates the current situation. He finally meets someone that he’s (mostly) fine with touching him, and they CAN’T TOUCH HIM without a HAZMAT SUIT. Just the worst. Awful times.

Normally, he’d have you around almost always, but, unfortunately, that’s currently not ideal.

Starts trying to keep things extra clean around the lair for you. Also everything that can be sanitized is sanitized. Good luck in the cleanliness prison after you get kidnapped later on.

The best about keeping distance, since he already wasn't super touchy before this whole situation. While he might tap you on the arm or something once or twice, it's nothing serious and you won't have a problem with him on that front.

Going back to the hazmat suit real quick, while it does do its job well, it's definitely not the most comfortable thing to wear, and you'll probably end up getting too hot pretty quick, so chances are you won't willingly be wearing it all too often. Donnie may occasionally force you to wear it, but otherwise you (usually) just... don't have to.

Leo

He’s the one who finds out you’re allergic. It was an accident he SWEARS. He only wanted to give you a pat on the arm when April first introduced you to them! How could he have known you’d get hives where he touched you?

At least he knows how to treat it. He managed to guide April through treating it, after which he sulked while rereading some Jupiter Jim comics.

Has a personal grudge against your immune system for daring to make you allergic to him. How dare your cells get mad about him.

When Donnie tells him that he might have “a fix, bro”, Leo jumps at the opportunity- oh thank god, he can finally hug you!

…Doesn’t mean he’s not super bad at focusing on actually working on it. Don’t worry, he’ll fix it eventually, just have a little patience.

Honestly, this is your chance to BOOK IT away from them, because none of them are as clingy as they will be after your allergies are cured/suppressed, which gives you more time to leave New York before things go from bad to worse.

Anyway, Leo’s about as clingy as he can be without physically clinging onto you for hours on end. Constantly hanging around you, like a ghost haunting their killer, except you’re not the one who kills people.

He might end up using your allergy to try and manipulate you away from his brothers. Mikey keeps forgetting to keep distance, Donnie’s suffocating and makes you wear a hazmat suit, and Raph almost treats you like a sopping wet cat that he has to take care of, so why not just stay with him?

As much as he likes to criticize Mikey for forgetting, sometimes, particularly early on, he gets a little too close, and your allergies flare up, and while he does genuinely feel kinda bad, he will exaggerate his remorse for sympathy from you. He genuinely does try and apologize for it later, and he probably portals you two somewhere nice and gets you a couple of trinkets you like or find useful.

Mikey

Absolutely heartbroken!

His love is allergic to him! This is awful!

2nd most panicked when they first find out. Is their new friend ok? Did they mess up?

If you have a low tolerance for pain/allergic reaction symptoms and cry a little he probably will too. High empathy, man…

He’s really understanding after everything’s resolved and they figure out you’re allergic to them. He tries his best to keep a fair amount of distance between you and him, but he tends to naturally be physically affectionate, so there may be a slight adjustment period. He really doesn’t mean harm though.

He occasionally tries to bring you something from the mystic city that he thinks would be safe- a small figurine, maybe a sketchbook if you also like doing art, if he manages to bargain for/steal a piece of jewelry, he’ll also give that to you.

As I mentioned before, Mikey’s pretty big on physical touch, but since that’s off limits (for now) he’ll try to show you affection in any other way he can think of

Mostly quality time. He likes to take you with him when he explores through the sewers/city to spraypaint a couple of blank walls, and he’ll probably get you to try it too, and regardless of your skill level he’ll tell you it’s great

After Donnie and Leo finish making the cure, Mikey squeezes the LIFE out of you- he doesn’t mean to practically strangle you, but he’s fairly strong and he got excited, so he does feel a little bad afterwards.

Will decorate the hazmat suit Donnie gave you if you let him. He'll put stickers on it that match his and draw fun patterns that may or may not relate to him in some way. Maybe the spots he has, or the face on his knee pads. It's pretty endearing, even if his brothers may occasionally glare at him. In Mikey's opinion, if they're really that jealous, they should add something themselves.

Raph

And the award for most paranoid goes to….

Ok but really, he’s the most overbearing about it. This probably isn’t a surprise, but it’s still something I've gotta mention.

You don’t really have to worry about Donnie making you wear the hazmat suit- he gets it, not a fun sensory experience- other than a couple stand-out occasions, but you will have to convince Raph fairly often that you’ll be fine without it.

To be fair, it’s partially because he also forgets not to touch you sometimes, and while he’s better about it than Mikey and most of the time Leo, he’s also self-aware and protective enough that he’d rather be safe than sorry.

If you’re having an allergic reaction, he’ll either get Leo/Donnie/April to help you, or go find the hazmat suit Donnie made him a while ago when Splinter got sick and then help you himself

There’s a chance he might not do great though, as he’s not always the best under pressure and tends to panic when the people he loves are hurt or in some sort of extreme situation, especially when it comes to you (seriously, he treats you like a porcelain doll), but you can be reassured that he’ll do his absolute best to make you safe and comfortable.

Feels terrible after, pampers you a lot after the ordeal. Every time, not just the first few.

If he wasn’t the one who caused it, then he’s definitely pissed at whichever of his brothers made your allergies flare up. He won’t kill them, and he won’t lose it and drop kick them into tomorrow (yet. If they ever intentionally trigger your allergies he might snap some bones) but there will be a noticeable irritation and tension for at least the next few weeks between him and them.

He’s super excited after Donnie and Leo finish the allergy shots! I personally headcanon him to be the second touchiest of the brothers (Mikey being the most touchy, of course) so there’ll be a lot more casual touch between you two after. Hugs, headpats, you get the idea. If you try to tell him to stop, he’ll be very upset, though doing his best to understand, he will try to respect your wishes.. Before going right back to it after a week tops. Sometimes he genuinely does forget, after all, he does have a fair amount on his plate, but sometimes he does intentionally wait until he thinks he can get away with it again before jumping right back to how things were before. He’ll vehemently deny it, but no matter what happens, you’ll likely never really get him to stop for an extended period of time.

#yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #augh im so unhappy with raph and mikey's partsss #i shouldve known getting fixated on leo and donnie and forgetting about raph and mikey wouldve come back to bite me #<---- did not plan on writing fanfic when she started watching the show #sorry mikey and raph enjoyers i hope this was satisfactory #anyway i havent like #proofread this.#also none of my friends have ever watched rottmnt so im stuck with no one to check me on my characterization #pray for me

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reds-writings · 2 months

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since you were begging for it and I've been DYING for 2012 Rust content

may I ask for 46. of the fluff prompts? (taking care of them when it's hard for them to do it themselves)

maybe taking place after your last fluff prompt, after fleeing the hospital? or however you wish, I'm sure you will come up with something brilliant:)

thank you darling!

i begged, you asked, and i (hopefully) delivered. hope you enjoy, darlin'! <3

It almost felt like Rust wanted to give you a fatal heart attack once and for all these days. That arduous hospital visit had been enough stress to last you a lifetime but it seemed like he wanted to keep at it with sending you into an early grave due to constant worry. His stubbornness only seemed to have multiplied tenfold after all these years which only meant you’d be earning more pesky greys no thanks to him.

Given that his mobility was still greatly hindered by his run-in with Childress you insisted time and time again that if he needed something he was to strictly ask you so there’d be no chances of over-exertion or further injury. You even gave him a silly little bell to ring so that you could hear it no matter where you were in the house.

If only he were actually to put it to some damned use.

It was nearing 3 am when you heard a crash and a loud curse downstairs, followed by a series of pained groans. You had almost broken your neck at the near lightspeed in which you sprang from the bed and bounded down the steps to see what the hell was going on. To no surprise, there lay Rust on the floor a few mere feet from the open fridge with one of the racks dismantled from the inside. He looked like he was about to bust a vein while his greying temples began to bead with sweat as he lay frozen in what you had to guess was profound pain. It wasn’t the first time but you were about to make sure it was the last.

Trying not to trip over the mess from the fridge, you willed sleep to thaw from your brain as you frantically checked over him for any injuries. Head: okay. Bandages: clean. Appendages: all in one piece. Bruising: you’d probably see by tomorrow if any. He just seemed winded from the sudden movement that agitated his wound in light of his blunder.

“Reckon you’re wishin’ you used that bell now, hm?” You couldn’t help but snipe as your shaking hands brushed coarse hairs from his face. Rust didn’t –more like couldn’t– reply has he focused on trying to regain his momentum of breathing. The fire in his abdomen had him paralyzed, one move and he was sure to vomit from the sheer pain. Once you figured it had subsided with his body beginning to lose its rigid tension you scooted behind his head to help prop him up.

“Up you go, hon. C’mon. That’s it-” You gently moved with him, pausing at any signs of discomfort before fully getting him upright. When he made no move of toppling over again you moved back into his line of sight. He purposefully withheld eye contact, the warm light from the fridge painting stark shadows against the harrowed lines of his face.

“How many times do we have to do this?” You tried after bated silence. Nothing.

“I know how you are, Rustin. If you’ve got some hang-up rooted in self-pity you need to cut it out. You’re here because I want you here. Not because I feel sorry for you or anythin’ else along those lines-”

“You shouldn’t want me here.” The graviliness of his voice broke out in lame protest. So it was gonna be one of those nights.

“I’d like to think that’s for me to decide. Y’know, what I don’t want is your guts all over my damned floor once you’ve finally busted them stitches open because you’re too prideful to just let me in. Look at me-” Your hand gravitated towards his stubbled jaw to direct his attention to you. Gentle but firm. Those eyes of his were getting increasingly emptier than you’d ever seen them in all the time you’d known him. It was starting to scare you.

“All the shit that happened is over and done with. We’ve been over it plenty but I don’t mind tellin’ you until it sticks in your thick skull. That was then. We’re here now. I don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow, or the next day, or within the next however many years but you’re back. I want you back. Understand that and stop doubtin’ me on it, alright?” The conviction in which you spoke struck him hard. Your eyes burned into his as if willing the words into his broken soul. He knew you meant it but he still couldn’t fathom how his worthless ass could ever be given a chance like this again to begin with. Maybe he hadn’t woken up from that coma just yet and this was some pathetic dream his mind conjured up in an effort to self-soothe. He didn’t know if it could ever feel real. He didn't know if he could have the nerve to truly accept it as if he'd ever deserve it.

“Ring the fuckin’ bell next time. Or I can haul your ass into my bed so that I can keep a more watchful eye, mister.” You flicked his chin before bringing a second hand to his jaw so that you could press a careful kiss to his hairline.

Mister. It made his heart stumble. He hadn’t heard it in so long.

“It woulda been stupid to wake you up for a beer.” Rust cleared his throat. He was tired of feeling so emotional lately. Everything that had transpired had ripped him open deep down to his core. Baring everything he’d worked so hard to maintain and hide for what felt like ages. In true fashion, though, none of it had made you budge an inch.

“More stupid than makin’ a mess of my fridge and bustin’ your ass again in the proccess? Sure.” You snorted before putting everything back in its place and shutting the door. After helping him up you grabbed him a glass of water as a sad replacement to what he craved.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you oughta not drink while your intestines are in the middle of getting back in shape. Sorry, champ.” You shrugged in poorly hidden mirth and he had no room to argue. Having you get close to move under his arm and support him as you went back to his room made up for it enough. Especially when you wordlessly made space for yourself snug by his side once he got back into bed.

It was all done to keep a more watchful eye of course.

#reds-writings #rust cohle #true detective #true detective season 1 #rust cohle x reader #anon ask #writer blog #rust cohle imagine #true detective imagine #request #blurb #drabble #RAAAAAH #send in more i love old man rust #i love requests !

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BRF Reading - 13th of March, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 13th of March, 2024

Question: How is King Charles responding to his cancer treatments? How is his health?

Interpretation: A mental storm, then the calm of exhaustion. Struggles with acceptance. Feeling trapped by his disease.

Card One: The Nine of Swords

This is a card of stress and worry, of being so stressed you can't sleep at night, of nightmares, anxiety, despair, and being at breaking point.

The energy of this card is of stress and worry. It is a cold, hard energy that knots up my stomach and lays itself along my bones. Someone is very worried about how King Charles is responding or not responding to his cancer treatments, and/or about the toll the treatments are taking on his health.

The figure on the card - Orestes facing the furies - looks to me like someone who is screaming with anxiety/worry/fear - someone who can't get away from the worry and the fear - wherever they turn, the fear is there, staring them in the face and reaching for them.

Stress. Worry. Anxiety. The pounding of doom coming closer and closer. Nightmares becoming true. Being at breaking point. This is the energy that is pouring off this card. It is so strong that I can't get the why or the who - the flood of fear/stress/worry emotions is overwhelming.

Health wise, this is a card of suffering - insomnia, loneliness, mental torment, being literally sick with worry, dread about test results, bad diagnosis, trying to cope on your own etc.

This card is telling me, firstly and overwhelmingly, that someone or someones are really worried about The King, secondly (a much smaller energy) that there is concern that the news is not good or not as good as expected, and thirdly (which I have been worried about myself) that The King is trying to cope with this on his own and is not asking for help when he needs it.

I think The King is near breaking point. He has to ease up on himself and ask other people to help him.

Card Two: The Ace of Cups

Aces are new beginnings, Cups are emotions. This is about a new emotional beginning, a birthing (this is the card of pregnancy and birth) of a new emotional state. It could be turning to the spiritual for comfort, it could be struggling to accept that life has to go on in a different way, but it is something that is new to King Charles. I keep hearing the word 'acceptance', so maybe he has to accept that he can't control his disease or the progress of the disease, so he just has to 'let go and let god', as people say. I'm hearing again, this time the same voice is saying 'acceptance brings peace'. I think that once King Charles has reached this new emotional state of acceptance, then he will feel a lot more peaceful and more relaxed. I don't know what he has to accept, but that it the message I am getting from this card - stop fighting, let go of control or trying to control everything (that bit is emphasised) and just accept what is happening to you.

This card is very strongly linked energetically to the underlying energy, the Queen of Cups. They both have an energy of care and nurturing about them. There are people who want to look after The King, ease his burdens, give him a space where he can relax and focus on getting well. He just has to let them in and let them do that for him.

Card Three: The Eight of Swords

This card and the Nine of Swords form a could of worry and anxiety and stress around the nurturing and maternal energy of the Ace of Cups and the Queen of Cups. We go from a nine to an eight, which is good and bad news. Good news, because is it a regression, and that is what the cancer is supposed to do - regress back, shrink and disappear. It's bad news for The King's mental state, as he is going backwards (Swords are mental ability). Swords can also be doctors, in which case the King is going back to a doctor he has seen on the past or the treatment is regressing to what it was in the past. Something medical is going backwards (hopefully the cancer), and The King's mental state is also going backwards/regressing.

The Eight of Swords is also a card of worry and stress. Here the person feels trapped by circumstances and they can't see a way out. Energetically, this card is a lot calmer than the Nine of Swords, with an exhaustion that feels like the emotional storm of the Nine has simply worn itself out. The energy is of the calm of exhaustion, coupled with a feeling of "So I am stuck with this (trapped). Now what?" It is not the energy of despair but rather the calm thinking of when you have worn out your emotions and just do not have any energy left to really care about things anymore.

The energy here is of someone who feels trapped and/or restricted, but who is too tired to care very much about it.

Healthwise, the Eight of Swords focuses on the mental realm, indicating depression, confinement, hospitalisation, chronic pain, anxiety, fear, not being able to see a way out of your illness, feeling trapped by your diagnosis, a tightly controlled life and so on.

What stands out to me is the sense of feeling helpless, being slightly depressed because you feel helpless, having trouble accepting that you can't control your disease or your diagnosis, and the possibility of hospitalisation. I think that The King is far more worried about his diagnosis than he has let on. There may also be the possibility of another hospital stay in the future, and my stomach dropped like a stone when I typed that, so I hope that one does not manifest.

It could be that after a series of good results the King has had some not-so-good results, and that has upset him and is causing him anxiety and worry. Progress is not linear, but it is hard to remember that when you are ill and want to be better right now, this instant, or at least in a few days time. If that is the case then the emotional storm will pass and the King will continue hos treatments, hopefully with better results in the future.

Underlying Energy: The Queen of Cups.

This is coming across as a very loving, caring, and nurturing energy, as per the motherhood meaning of the Queen of Cups. This is the card of Cancer, so it could be the Queen or Prince William or both, but in all honesty I am not getting any one person attached to this feeling. It is a general sense of being surrounded by a loving, caring, nurturing energy, like when you go to sleep as a child and all is well in your world because your parents are near and you trust them to protect you. I think this card represents the family around King Charles and the many people who care for him and want him to get better. He is surrounded by loving and nurturing energy; he just has to open up and let it in and let it and his family support him.

Conclusion:

Something has gone wrong. Tests have come back with less than good results, something has gone backwards that shouldn't have, just something has happened that has set off a storm of worry and fear and anxiety in the King and in those surrounding him.

The energy that starts the reading is turbulent - very stressed, fearful, anxious, worried, not sleeping, seeing fear everywhere, to the point of having a nervous breakdown. If this is the King then he was in a very bad way.

The energy ends the reading with the calm of exhaustion and and a sense of being trapped, but not having the energy to care very much. If this is the King, then he has exhausted himself with his worries, and now he is too tired to care very much about anything.

The message from the cards is that the King is not letting go and letting other people help him. He is insisting on carrying this burden by himself. This is causing stress and worry for everyone around him. The cards are telling the King that he needs to let go of control. He needs to let go of everything and just focus on getting well. There are people around him who will help him and he needs to let them do that.

There is a loving, caring, maternal energy that surrounds the King. He needs to let it in and to lean on it for a while. I believe this is the united concern of all members of his family. He needs to let them help.

The last message from the cards is that the King is struggling with emotionally accepting something. When he reaches the stage of acceptance, he will have peace, but for now the birth of this acceptance is very difficult for him.

On the medical side, it looks as if the cancer may be regressing overall. The treatment is taking a huge mental toll on the King. He may need to go back into hospital for some treatment or repeat a course of treatment (go back to old treatment).

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tender-rosiey · 1 year

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If the promote requests are still open,could I please request the ''it’s always been you'' kisses with Dazai :D ??

Thankkk youu!!

everlasting — dazai osamu x gn!reader

“y/n…?”

at the sound of your name being called, you look behind you and find dazai standing there. you also caught a glimpse of his hand that quickly retracted to his side; did he want to comfort you?

isn’t it pointless now? too late? so you wipe your tears and speak up, voice hoarse, “do you need something, dazai?”

he gets closer and you can’t find the power to back away from him even when you desperately want to. after all, you did say that you would move on from him and try to forget about your feelings.

but as your luck warranted, while you were chatting with yosano passionately about how you will move on and will definitely stop loving dazai, said man was outside of the door the entire time and heard every single word.

hence why you thought that it would be better if you started avoiding him first. you didn’t want to wait until he verbally rejected you or maybe even just avoid you as a way of conveying said rejection.

however, for some reason, you can’t decipher why dazai keeps on following you and trying to find you despite you clearly showing that you’re avoiding him.

all of that had happened throughout a week, and now, with the start of a new one, it seemed like he was still determined about finding you.

which brings us to now.

he, now, has you all alone on your favorite bridge, which he knew because you have mentioned that you find solace in this place, where you can’t escape to anywhere but the water. the water was too cold either ways so he was sure that you wouldn’t jump.

hopefully.

“do you really like me?” he asked softly and you couldn’t find it in you to look him in the eyes as you nod gently.

“but I will get over it soon so don’t worry,” you smile, but it barely reaches your eyes. meanwhile, dazai just sighs before slowly reaching for your hands and holding them in his own.

“I don’t need a rejection, dazai—“

“it’s always been you, you know that, right?”

you pause and look at him, bewildered so he continues, “no one has been on my mind as much as you are,” he takes a deep breath, “no matter how many people I see, my heart always has you in it.”

“despite my ever so impressive vocabulary, I can never find the words to describe just how much I feel for you.”

silence fills the air, after his confession. slowly, you look up at him, “why now? and if it really has always been me then why did you still flirt with others?”

“I tried to get over you, but it never worked,” he breathes out and you nod lightly, but look away which makes his heart ache, “y/n, believe me when I say that I really do love you.”

“then why didn’t you say anything? why did you opt to flirt with every woman you laid on?”

“I was…scared.”

scared of what? the answer hangs in the air so you take it upon yourself to tell your reason.

“I didn’t say anything because, from what I saw, you showed no interest in me whatsoever,” you speak up, stare hardening as you look at him once again.

“I didn’t do a good job on conveying my true feelings, forgive me…” he mumbles and you simply look at him.

it’s his turn to nod gloomily and to let go of your hands, “I can’t force you to accept me or give us a try, but I want you to know that my heart will always belong to you.”

you raise an eyebrow and he cuts you off, “I am not flattering you by any means,” a look of determination appears on his face as he takes your hand gently and places it on his heart.

for the first time, in all your years of knowing dazai, you feel his heart race and while he doesn’t have the red hue that normally paints the face of someone who is flustered, but his feelings are there.

you purse your lips then sigh, slowly wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest, “if you hurt me, then I will torture you.”

“dying by your hands would be an honor,” he chuckles before embracing you. you start feeling pecks on your shoulder that slowly reach your cheeks.

“such beauty you have, belladonna,” he says pressing a kiss to your forehead and his hand reach your face and starts caressing your cheek, “inside and outside,” and he seals your lips together.

your own hand slowly moves to cup his cheek as well, and you feel him smile lightly through the kiss and you can’t help but do the same.

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Fraud | Part 1 | Yandere All Might x Hero!Reader

(A/N: So I decided to start this instead of the Reiner one (which I have some drafts off for the future don't worry. But I'm currently rewatching the show right now so I'm just particularly more inspired by this one. So if/when I do the AOT one I'm not sure. Most likely not for a while unless I feel super inspired by it. And if so I'll probably write it all out and then post it on an additional day once a week. Since I usually post Break Me Slowly on Monday and now this on Tuesday, if I decide to do it I most post it on a Wednesday basis. I'm not sure. Also this won't follow canonical story line! For a little background, reader's hero name is Shade, and their quirk is that they can create shadow copies of their enemies. But thank you for reading and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, power imbalance, age difference, etc.

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The world's symbol of peace and justice, a hero for all. Great and mighty. People all across the world knew him, he was the ultimate authority on this planet. Respected and revered.

All Might. The Symbol of Peace.

As a pro, Shade of course respected him above all other heroes, he was the ultimate role model that everyone should look up to and adore. Admittedly that had to do with her desire to become just like him since she was a bit of a fangirl. But regardless, there was nothing so bad about wanting to follow his ideals, was there?

She was determined to meet him one day and make an impression. Hopefully, he would see her talent and invite her to be one of his sidekicks. It wouldn't be totally uncommon, Sir Nighteye was already his right hand man, surely a hero as busy as him could use some more help to keep Japan in its state of reigning peace.

Ever since she was little she dreamed of becoming a pro just like him, she enjoyed watching his battles and keeping up with the news of his latest feats to inspire herself even on her daily commute, who wouldn't want a chance to impress their idol by embodying the same ideals he has?

Besides, her success as a pro was...lacking, to say the least. Her quirk was impressive enough, creating shadows of her enemies and even comrades to fight with her in battle. However the problem lied with the fact that some people believed her quirk seemed rather villainous from outward perspective, apart from some of the teens who enjoyed more intense heroes she had a small fanbase. Most of the ones who did follow her stopped after they discovered her personality didn't match her hero persona at all.

A boost from All Might's agency would really help her brand.

Eventually she could go out more on her own and maybe in form a team with her new found friend and mentor.

"Wake up Shade! Unless you want to be sprayed with acid in the face!?"

On the scene of the crime several pros faced off against a dastardly villain, his quirk was to spew acid from his mouth, and the power of it was disintegrating her shadows. It always seemed like the moment she had a chance to make a name for herself it was against a villain who completely outmatched her quirk type.

"I'm awake, okay? I've got it."

Nothing was able to touch this villain, all hope seemed to be lost until the laugh she had gotten so familiar with filled the air.

"Fear not citizens, hope has arrived!"

An expression of wonder and awe comes across her face when the gust of wind followed by the monstrous form of the Number One Hero steps into the scene.

"Because I am here."

One punch is all it ever took for the criminals to surrender and admit defeat, but this was the first time she had seen him in a professional setting, he was even more amazing then she ever could have believed!

Now was her chance to become a hero just like him.

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"Well done fellow pros, that evil-doer was certainly a heavy hitter, but all of your valiant efforts to keep the peace are much appreciated." His smile never wavered.

"You were amazing All Might, I think I can speak for all of us when we say thank you for saving our butts back there. None of our quirks were really suited for it." Shade's giddy expression never left, truly in awe of the man before her.

"Anytime, but I don't think I've seen you before, still a newbie I take it."

She blushes ever so slightly. "Yes sir, I'm just starting out, my hero name is Shade, it's super nice to meet you-"

"The pleasure is all mine ma'am," His stare was piercing, as if deciding if she really was a hero. "now I must be off, a hero's always got somewhere to be!"

With that he flew off, leaving her behind even more inspired than before.

"He's the most amazing hero in the universe, one day I'll be just like him-"

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All Might returned to Nighteye religiously pouring over his computer screen, only around his sidekick could the hero's mask fall slightly. His smile disappearing.

"Excellent work on that takedown, your approval rating keeps going up."

"I want you to do something for me. There's a new hero in town, goes by Shade. A newcomer. Find out everything you can about her."

"Why? Another one of your little projects?"

"You could say that."

"All Might this is twice this year now."

"Does that matter? It's not my fault the last ones couldn't handle me."

He rolls his eyes. "I'll find what I can. But go easy this time, alright? I barely was able to cover it up last time."

"Agreed. I'll be more careful."

He shut the door behind him to his personal quarters, staring down at the city below. Being the strongest in the world came with a deep sense of dissatisfaction, he was untouchable, unbreakable.

He needed something to break.

#fraud #all might #yagi toshinori #mha #boku no hero academia #all might x reader #all might x you #all might mha #all might bnha #yandere all might x reader #yandere all might #mha toshinori #bnha toshinori #toshinori yagi x reader #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi #toshinori yagi x you

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Once Upon a Time 7

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your shift comes to an end but not with usual zeal for your time off. Since sitting in the back office and watching the image of that man lurking around the corner from your oblivious self, you haven't been able to calm your nerves. Just thinking about it makes you want to vomit.

"Is there anything I can do?" Mr. Pine asks, himself on his way out, "I'm afraid I need to be home but I could call you a cab?"

"No, no, really, I think you scared him away," you shudder, "I'm just going to go to my aunt's place. She says it's cool so I won't have to be alone."

"That's good to hear. Please do let me know if you need any time away from work," he pulls open the door ahead of you, "it isn't too late to call the police."

You chew your lip as you consider the offer again. You thought about it but in your experience, these sorts of things don't warrant more than a scribble on a piece of paper and flippant looks. Your short foray into dormlife and a college career was proof enough that no one really cares.

"Maybe if it happens again," you step outside and pull on your mitts, "thanks for everything, sir."

"Of course, I take care of my employees," he smiles, "please be safe. You have my number."

"Thanks," you echo once more.

"Do try to have a good night," he bows his head.

"You too, sir."

He turns away and his feet crunch on the gathering snow. You back up out of the way of a customer approaching and slowly spin. You won't take your usual train, just to be sure.

You hop on the bus instead, en route to your aunt's place for a homecooked meal and hopefully a hug. You feel like you need one. You get to the stop, keeping your hood up as you hug yourself and rock back and forth impatiently.

Each step, each pass of a car, has you looking around. You expect him to just pop up again. You chatter and rub your mittened hands together as the bus turns the corner. You sigh as it nears and gratefully climb inside as the doors fold open.

You find a seat and feel the day in your shoulders and neck. The tension needles at you as you keep your head perked up, keeping an eye on each stop. You're not used to this route or that side of town. You forget which stop you're waiting for and get off one too early.

You walk the block left to your aunt's house and let yourself in as usual. You don't often have a chance to pop in since you got the job at the bookstore but it still feels like you live there. She has a habit of taking in strays.

You Aunt Joanne greets you with the hug you were looking forward to before you can get out of your boots.

"Hey, sweetie, long time no see," she says buoyantly, "I got my famous lasagna in just for you."

"Great," you smile as you pull off your mitts, "I'm not crashing, am I?"

"Not at all," she chirps, "you're always welcome, you know that."

"Thanks, I just... it was a long day," you bend to unlace your boots.

"Oh, I'm sure," she says, "you always work so hard."

"Uh huh, that's exactly why I flunked out," you scoff as you unzip your jacket.

"Don't you start that," she rebukes, "get in here, I'll make you some hot chocolate. Oh, I can't believe you came all the way here in this cold."

"Aunt Jo," you shake your head.

"Well, someone's gotta worry about you if you're not going to do it yourself," she tuts as a hiss comes from under the TV stand as you stand in the small arch of the entryway. "Oh, Mitzy, be quiet."

She shoos the cat as it swats from its hiding place.

"That one is the devil," she sneers, "always terrorizing poor Cece."

"How many do you have now?"

"Just four. I got the kittens some homes," she trills and grabs your arm, pulling you to the sofa, "alright, you get cozy."

She lets you go and grabs the crocheted throw blanket, sweeping it around your shoulders, "You know your mother would be so proud of you."

"Would she?" You drone.

"Well, I'm proud of you," she declares and pokes you playfully, "find something to watch, I'm bored of all these cooking shows."

She smiles and spins around, hurrying off to the kitchen as another cat appears to glower at you; Lucas, the judgemental shorthair. You sit and grab the remote, the familiar scent of your aunt's cooking and the clanging of her hospitality comfort you. You're safe here.

You find an old episode of Law and Order and sit back with your phone. You have some notifications from your reading app but nothing important. There's a single message in your inbox from a private number, but the preview only shows an image file.

You tap it, expecting some scammer you need to block. Instead, you find a picture of yourself. Your coat and mitts are unmistakable. It's you standing at the bus stop. You have no doubt of who sent it and you're just as certain that he's pissed.

#au #andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #defending jacob #bookstore au #drabble #series #once upon a time

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charlywrites · 2 years

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Requested by anon

Request; Can you write a photographer!reader x soft!daniel where you have been tired lately due to jet lag and uploading content and daniel notices it and takes her to his driver's room to cuddle up until quali and smiles how she's peaceful in his arms

Warnings; overworking, lack of sleep? but overall, it’s a fluff fic.

Note; crying at the thought that we might never see Danny racing in a F1 car after this season,, losing Sebastian is enough, I can’t lose him too 😔

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You loved your job more than anything- you could even say that you were married to it. Being able to combine your two passions into one singular job was quite literally a dream but it was incredibly demanding and exhausting as well.

It was your first job within F1 and any experiences you had gotten before didn’t prepare you for the amount of work you’d have. The good thing was that work didn’t discourage you when it was something you were truly passionated about.

In all honesty, it felt like you were never stopping, when you weren’t taking pictures during the weekends, you needed to work on uploading them to your laptop, sorting them all, editing them when it was needed and finally, you’d send them to the medias managers.

If you had to be honest, it wasn’t rare to find you awake at 3 am, still glued on your laptop. It was your first season working for an F1 team, while it had been months since you started working for McLaren, you were still struggling to get used to the countless of flights from a country to another.

While it hadn’t been too much of an issue until recently, it seemed like your lack of sleep combined with the jet lags were starting to take a toll on you. But as long as it didn’t affect your work, you could deal with that, at least that’s what you kept saying to yourself.

It wasn’t a rare sight to find you yawning or rubbing your eyes, sometimes you would mix up some words too but that happened only when you could barely keep your eyes open, just like today.

Yesterday had been a good day for both McLarens which wasn’t something the whole team was used to- while it was only two practices, it lifted everyone spirits and made you all hope for a good weekend. The weather had also been good, which allowed you to take a good amount of pictures- you didn’t get more than two hours of sleep that night

And today, it was easily noticeable, showing up with your dark sunglasses to hide your lack of sleep was already a hint at your sleepless night but what truly gave it away was how you were stumbling over your own words. Everyone in the garage noticed it but none of them said anything, they knew how dedicated to your work you were.

However, Daniel wasn’t seeing it this way anymore, he was worried for you and your health- it couldn’t keep going like this, you needed a break and a good amount of sleep. Thankfully, next week wasn’t a racing one, he was hoping to convince you to take a small break to finally rest.

When you saw Daniel coming to you with a frown on his face instead of his big gummy smile, you knew it was going to be about your tiredness, “ hey Danny, that wasn’t too bad for the last practice, how do you feel about quali?”

“ Don’t know, hopefully we can make it to Q3. But that’s not what I want to talk about right now.”

“ I know.”

“ You know I hate when you don’t get sleep, it’s not good for you.”

You sighed, knowing how right he was, but you couldn’t really help it when you were caught up by work, you didn’t see the hours go by, “ it’s okay, i’m fine. I’ll get some sleep tonight.”

Daniel didn’t seem to be convinced in the slightest, hell he wasn’t sure you would be able to stay awake until the evening, “ bullshit, let’s go take a nap right now.”

“ What? You literally have quali in like three hours!”

Daniel shrugged, his smile finally appearing on his face again, “ I don’t care about it, what matters is that you get some rest.”

“ Maybe you can do that but I’m going to be in trouble if someone finds out I was taking a nap instead of working.

“ No one will know, besides my driver’s room is private so there’s no chance of someone seeing us.”

As you were going to argue back again, Daniel loudly sighed, which stopped you from speaking, “ god, you’re even more stubborn than me! But you know what? I’m not giving you a choice, we’re going to take that nap.”

Daniel was lucky you loved him, otherwise you would have kept arguing until he was the one giving up- but with Daniel, it was hard, how could someone resists his smile and lovely personality.

A small nod in agreement was enough for Daniel to grab your arm and lead you out of the garage, heading to the McLaren’s facility- you had barely the time to grab your bag containing your trusty camera and tools you used, you never left it somewhere far from you, afraid someone would accidentally drop your expensive materials.

You had barely secured your bag on your shoulders that Daniel took it from you, insisting that you didn’t have to carry the heavy bag. In the meantime, the hand he hand on your arm slid down until he was holding your hand, leading you to his driver’s room.

It was quite a short walk, especially since no one came in your way to talk or ask questions. As soon as you were in his room, Daniel put your bag in a corner of the room- it wasn’t big but enough to still feel comfortable in the room.

“ Do you want me to leave? Or should I stay? What do you prefer?”

You softly smiled, you were touched that he wanted to be sure you were comfortable with him being around, “ it’s your room Danny and people will ask more questions if I stay here alone.”

“ Fair enough, do you, like, want to change in something more comfortable?”

“ I didn’t bring any change, it’ll be fine like that.”

“ Well, I do have the clothes I came with, I barely worn them and my sweater is very comfortable.”

You laughed at how cute Daniel was but also at his poor attempt to make you wear his merch, “ are you trying to sell me your merch?”

“ Never, I’d give it to you for free.”

You weren’t too sure what to say besides being thankful for him and his kindness,“ yeah, your sweater sounds nice to sleep in.”

Daniel directly went to his locker and took out his white enchanté sweater- as soon as he gave it to you, he turned around to give you enough privacy to change in a more comfortable outfit to sleep.

“ You didn’t lie- it’s really comfy, I love it.”

Daniel turned back to you, guessing it meant you were done changing, the sweater was a bit too long for you but it gave it a cute look that Daniel loved, “ it looks better on you than on me.”

“ I might have to steal it from you.”

“ I don’t mind as long as you go to sleep now, else you won’t have enough time to rest.”

“ Okay, okay,” as you slipped under the blanket of the bed, you noticed how hesitating Daniel was, probably not wanting to overstep, “ join me?”

“ Are you sure?”

“ Of course.”

Daniel didn’t think twice before joining you in the bed, which wasn’t huge but still large enough for two people, yet he almost instantly opened his arms, offering you cuddles to fall asleep.

Basically rolling yourself into his arms, you smiled at how comfortable this was- being able to peacefully fall asleep, safely wrapped in strong but gentle arms, “ thank you.”

Daniel didn’t answer- he didn’t have to. However, to let you know he heard you, he laid a kiss on the top your head, enjoying the moment as much as you did, maybe even more.

Unlike you, who fell asleep minutes later, Daniel stayed awake for a while, smiling to himself at how peaceful you looked while sleeping in his arms. He liked having you in his arms and he would be lying if he denied wishing this could happen every nights.

He knew you couldn’t help it, you had gotten used to prioritize your work over your sleep- he respected the passion that fueled you every single day but it wasn’t healthy anymore. Daniel promised himself to do everything he could to change that.

#daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #x reader #mclaren #request

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ingravinoveritas · 5 months

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I’m excited for the renewal of GO3 but I’m also kind of a little worried for David because he’s been performing McBeth for 6 six weeks now and rehearsals are also killer and now their set to film GO? Just thinking about this exhausts me so I can’t imagine how he would feel (and Michael also for that matter since he’s been rehearsing for his own show). Also, please please PLEASE don’t let GT and AL be in GO PLEASE

Hear, hear, and three cheers to the renewal of GO 3!

All I can say is, it's about damn time we finally got this announcement. I am ineffably thrilled as well to know that we will have our boys back together in Scotland to bring us the resolution to Aziraphale and Crowley's story.

In terms of filming, I did see the press release that said GO 3 filming would begin "soon," but I think "soon" is a relative term here. David's run in Macbeth goes until early February, and then Michael is in Nye at the National Theatre from the end of February until May 11th. So "soon" likely means a good six months from now at the earliest (i.e., mid 2024). Hopefully that means both David and Michael will have time to rest up and prepare for the start of filming GO 3, but I would imagine them both feeling a sense of excitement and anxiety at their forthcoming schedules.

What I think Michael and David likely do not feel anxiety about, however, is the prospect of getting to spend more time with each other. And we know they are already seeing each other at least somewhat regularly right now, what with Michael being in London at the moment, so it stands to reason that Michael and David are going to be frequent fixtures in each other's lives and worlds for a very good portion of the next year. Lovely.

In terms of Georgia and Anna possibly being in S3, I will echo what @thereallovebug previously excellently said, which is that it is very tiring to think that we haven't even had the GO 3 announcement for a day, and already people are calling for them to be cast in the show, and it's just...can we not even fully process/absorb this news before jumping to yelling at Neil to cast people? Or maybe just skip the "yelling at Neil to cast people" part completely? I'm just confused as to why there has to be an immediate call to have them in the show when there may not even be a place for them in it.

I also keep thinking of the discussion that took place when the news about GO 2 first came out, which was that having any family member of Michael's or David's would be distracting, and we saw what ended up happening with Peter Davison and Ty. I thought Peter did very well as Job, but Ty just seemed out of place the entire time and it was like you could "see" him acting instead of just...being, and as a result, his performance did not quite gel with the rest of the scene.

The takeaway point here is that the role of Ennon could have gone to any number of aspiring young actors, talented actors looking for a shot at the big time, but who did not get to have that opportunity due to nepotism. It only makes sense, then, that the same would hold true for GT and AL. And to me, it's disrespectful to the show, to Neil, and to Michael and David at this point to act as if GO 3 is somehow "not good enough" unless GT and AL are in it. As if the thousands of other talented actors in the UK aren't good enough simply because they're not Georgia and Anna. I've been accused on multiple occasions of only disliking Georgia and AL because of who their partners are, but the fact that so many people are only fans of theirs for the same reason is apparently not a problem.

(I will not go into detail here about the myriad of reasons why people are fans of Georgia and AL's because of who their partners are, but I suggest reading this post from @artificial-indulgence, who has perfectly enumerated my own thoughts on the subject.)

It is for the reasons that are mentioned in the post I just linked to that I feel many fans are unwilling to see the reality of things, which is that Georgia is a passable actor, but Anna is not, and any halfway decent casting director is not going to overlook that. I'm thinking back to an Ask I answered yesterday about her being edited out of the photo used for the I Talk Telly Awards and (more significantly) that no one actually seemed to notice that she was missing.

Given that, it's highly unlikely that someone whose performances are so unmemorable would be cast in the third installment of a major global TV show--at least purely based on merit. And knowing how important this third season is, how it's meant to resolve Aziraphale and Crowley's story and give us what Neil and Terry envisioned so many years ago, it would be truly unfortunate to see all of that overshadowed by other things.

But yes, today was very much a day filled with good news (and which I wholeheartedly appreciated, given that I am dealing with some difficult personal issues at the moment). More thoughts to come in a follow up post, so stay tuned...

#phantomstars24 #reply post #good omens #good omens 3 #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #macbeth #nye the play #georgia tennant #trying to provide a balanced perspective #but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds #fandom woes #anna lundberg #thoughts #discourse #gif by me

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slightlyslytherinthings · 1 year

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Since when...

Warnings: Light Smut. Sebastian touching himself thinking of Y/N.

Description: Of course all aged up. There are two segments the first one is more an introduction and the secound one a light smut. Last year of the school. Sebastian being the narrator of this ff.

Please give me some feedback it is my first writing, I would love to know where I could improve. And maybe write a next part to it.

🖤🤍💚

Starting a new year and also the last year at hogwarts felt great, knowing that less than 365 days are apart until I can start a career, maybe traveling for awhile or just staying with my dearest twin Anne and with my lovely friends Ominis and Y/N. I wonder how their summer break went?

Speaking of I just seeing them standing at the great hall, "Hey Ominis! Y/N!". "There you are Sebastian, good to hear you again. Hopefully with less trouble than the last years", said Ominis, being cocky as ever. "Hey Sebastian good to see you again, totally missed you on my adventures.", as Y/N greeted me she put her arms around me to hug me thight for a moment.

Even after I spoke the death curse against my own uncle, and Ominis being mad at me, which was understandable, Y/N could manage to make him speak to me again. Not only him, she also convinced Anne to send me owls, she might even want to see me soon again. Y/N was really a true friend, after all I put her through and even after cursing that damned cruciatus curse to get out of the scriptorium, she still kept up with me and my problems. I should give it to her back somehow. Pleading of liking having friends in my debt, I'm surely forever in her debt.

Speaking of feeling her hug I noticed something different, it felt more softer and wasn't she usually bit closer? Merlin. It is her wider chest, which puts us apart, she definitely didn't had them the last two years, what was she drinking- STOP IT! I shouldn't think so inappropriate about her like that. I love her, as a friend, maybe even like a sister or even like a brother since she acts sometimes like one, maybe it was our influence, tho.

But still I shan't think of her like that, even if she truly grew more mature. Who am I to ask her out? She would be definitely better off with someone like Ominis. I must admit the thought of it feels off. Even if both of them deserved to be happy.

I gently got off of her hug, "We should go to the table, shall we?" She smiled at me with a wide grin as she went forward to the end of the slytherin table. Ominis and I followed her, he placed himself next to her and I sat towards her. Unfortunately Imelda Reyes joined us, placed her gossiping ass right next to me. Merlin help me to survive her annoying being. I always wondered how Y/N can be so friendly with her, but thinking of it since she also has no problem with my sorry ass, it might be even a greater superpower to keep up with difficult people than the thing with ancient magic itself.

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As the three of us sat outside, waiting for the transfiguration class to begin, a sudden dark cloud rain above us. I actually enjoyed the water drops running down my face, but I noticed the couple of Ominis and Y/n moving fast under the stone roof right before the classroom. "Sebastian please join us under the roof before you're getting a cold, my dear." her softly well sounding voice filled with concern rang through my ears and I followed them, like she was a siren calling a sailor of his boat.

"Are you getting cold? Your clothes are soaking wet.", she asked. "Don't worry, I just know the right spell to dry myself up." I used the hot air charm on myself. "That is a nice spell, do you mind drying my clothes too?"

Even tho she wasn't staying long in the rain, her blouse got a bucket or two full water on her and I could see her skin through it- damn it. Feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks and some other part, I also cast that spell towards her and maybe a bit to much than it needed to be. But it even made it worse, since her blouse got more pressed against her, which defined her gorgeous body even more. Merlin. Would she ever think like that of me too?

The class started and we sat- of course she had to sit next to me. It made it somehow worse, I think Ominis could start to tell that I was all over for her.

"Professor Weasley?", I raised my hand. "Ah yes, Mr. Sallow.", as she answered. I asked, "May you excuse me? I need to go to the toilet right now." - "Mr. Sallow the class just started.", she sighed. "But before an accident happeneds you're dismissed."

I stand up slowly hiding something with my cloak as much possible, I needed to go out of here, these thoughts of her wet skin... these silky fabric touching her nice silhouette, where I deeply wished she would want me to touch her- Merlin, since when had I developed such a desire for her?

I went of to a toilet stall, as fast as I shut the door and locked it. I began to unbotton my trousers and grab my little devil, starting to rubbing it. I pictured every inch of Y/n, her lips oh her sweet shaped lips.. imaging her to bite them because she would see something at me she also desired for so long. Her doe eyes which innocently hide her true nature of being a freak in the sheets.. I bet she isn't innocent at all. And Merlin these breast, what I would give to just get another glimpse. I moved my hand faster as I got more and more scenarios of her, like her blouse get lose and I could see her shoulders, she definitely would get aroused and start moaning if I could kiss them until she get bruises, enough bruises so that anyone knows she enjoys me, only me. I pressed my right hand against the door, thinking of how she would loved being pinned at it while her legs would perfect wrap around me, she would scream my name while I thrust my devil inside of her warm, wet witchhood until she can't walk or even say a word anymore. I would love to see her face while she comes, knowing that I could do that to her- "Merlin, Fuck. Y/N!"

I groaned her name a bit too loudly for a public toilet as I came in my hand. I have luck that no one was around. I cleaned myself in exhaustion and walked back to class. Y/N grin at me, when I rejoined the class.

Merlin, stop smiling at me like that again.

#hogwarts legacy #slytherin #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow jealous #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow smut

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mickeyswhore · 6 months

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Good Little Christian

A/N: Beginning of a series here (maybe?), the tales of Mickey corrupting you.

Summary: Mickey got caught, and his defense was working surprisingly. Your parents were the presidents of a Christian coalition that was funding Mickey's lawyer's fees, for the first time they allowed you to meet him and Mickey Altieri isn't like the man they described at all.

Mickey Altieri x Reader

Warnings: smut, Mickey is a manipulative and cocky bastard.

Mickey couldn’t actually believe it, he was going to get away with it. The press was eating it up his insane defence, questions were being raised everyday about what kind of entertainment children and young adults should be allowed to watch, and his biggest supporters? Your parents, they were absolutely filthy rich and such devout Christians, they got Mickey the best legal team money could buy and it was working. His lawyers were all extremely good looking, so the jury were already biased towards them, Mickey was receiving letters of support from women all over the country that understand his plight.

Your parents took time off work to help with anything that Mickey might need, well your father did, your mother was a stay at home wife. They fully embraced Mickey and made sure to remind him that it wasn’t his fault and that he can repent, in times such as these Mickey wanted to laugh in their faces, he was a psycho and proud of it but he needed to keep up the act.

You were feeling neglected, you were an only child and your parents spent every waking moment with this Mickey Altieri guy and you were sick of it. They completely forgot about you, and you were going to confront them about it. They entered the house and you were in the kitchen, it was quite late so your parents thought it was odd that you were still awake.

“Sweetie, what you’re doing up? It’s late.” Your mum started but you simply rolled your eyes.

“Now you care about where I am, I haven’t seen either of you for weeks. You only have time for that man.” You refused to say his name, it felt like a crime.

“Darling, we apologise.” Your father said, after looking at your mother. They were sorry, you could see it but it didn't stop the hurting. “There are some things that we can do together as a family again, and if you’d like you can meet Mickey. You’d see how much of a brilliant young man he is and he needs our help.” You weren’t happy but it was a step in the right direction, maybe if you do meet Mickey you can see there’s nothing to worry about.

“Fine, I don’t have classes tomorrow we can go.” They hugged you and you hugged them back, maybe all of this will be over soon.

“We love you very much.” Your mother told you, but you just nodded. You wanted to see them change not just words and empty promises.

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Today was the day that you were finally gonna meet Mickey Altieri, your mother baked something for him, cookies. He was out on bail, thanks to your parents so they rented him an apartment that is very close to the court. It was nice how your parents to help someone, but sometimes it felt as if Mickey was taking advantage of your parents and their values. You were going to find out today, if he was…well, you were going to tell your parents and hopefully remove Mickey Altieri from your life and most importantly, your parents’.

Since you lived in a gated community, away from the city, it took your parents and you almost two hours to get to Mickey’s place. It was a smooth ride, just boring your parents were taking an interest in your life again, which was very nice. The three of you finally got there, you wore a summer dress, yellow. When you got there were lawyers all around, all working very hard to keep Mickey out of jail. Between all of the lawyers, in the center of it all, there was the man responsible for the negligence of your parents, Mickey Altieri. He looked apprehensive, biting on his nails, looking between the lawyers and he hasn’t noticed your parents or you for that matter. Your father clears his throat and everyone looks at the three of you, Mickey’s face lights up seeing your parents and he goes to them.

“So glad that you’re here.” He shakes your father’s hand and hugs your mother, he looks at you while he does it and has a face of realisation on his face while looking at you. “You must be the daughter, I’ve heard so much about. Your parents are always talking about you, I feel as if we know each other already.” Mickey gave you a big hug, you couldn’t deny that he was very attractive and that he smelled nice. “It’s great to meet you.” He says with a genuine smile on his face.

“Isn’t he such a nice man, sweetheart?” Your mother was hopeful, it was very important that the two of you got along well, especially with what they wanted to do. To keep her happy you simply nodded, you caught Mickey ogling you unabashedly.

“We’ll leave the two of you to get acquainted with each other.” Your father announced and guided your mother towards the kitchen. For now it was just you and Mickey.

“Would you like to get to the balcony? There’s so many questions that I’d love to ask you.” You could tell why your parents liked Mickey, he was lively and extremely extroverted, you couldn’t help but compare yourself to him, you weren’t like that at all.

“Sure.” You followed him to the balcony, your parents were hopeful about the two of you getting along.

Mickey closed the door and looked at you, he smiled.

“Sorry, much less noise now. Please, sit down.” He motioned for the chairs and you did, he put his chair right in front of you. Your bare legs were touching his covered ones, you would be lying if you said that you didn't feel anything, you took a deep breath and had a quick glance at his legs, Mickey caught that and smirked. This might be easier than he thought. “So…tell me about yourself.” His hand got to your leg, he was gauging your reaction, you looked at his hand on your thigh and didn't say anything.

“There’s not much to tell…” You shrugged, the feeling if his hand on your thigh felt incredibly good.

“Aw, come on.” His hand went a bit higher, he was truly testing the waters, seeing how much he can get away with. Mickey got even closer to you, you could feel his breath close to your cheek. “Do you have a boyfriend?” His tone was lower and goosebumps could be felt all over your body, his fingers were almost reaching your pussy.

“No, of course not.” You laughed, your parents were always very strict and forbidded you to have a boyfriend for all of your highschool years, now that you were in college you didn't have time for that.

“I find that very hard to believe, bunny.” He whispered in your ear, his fingers finally reached your clothed pussy, making you gasp and Mickey was beyond himself. “The second your parents showed me a picture of you, and ever since then I wanted to pop your cherry, bunny.” Mickey actually knew a lot about you.

He knew how much your parents loved you, how much you were feeling neglected about the fact your parents spent all of their time with him and not you. That you were an introvert, that you were the golden child and never misbehaved and he simply had to corrupt you. Your parents wanted him to live in their house after the trial was over, and Mickey couldn’t wait to live under the same roof as you, he was going to mold you into his perfect little bunny.

“That is not appropriate, Mickey.” You found the courage to whisper, especially with the fact that you were incredibly wet. “You’re not my husband.” You completed, and Mickey laughed.

“Oh, baby. You’re perfect for me.” He could tell that someone was coming so he got away from you slightly and started laughing.

“Is everything alright here?” Your mother asked with a smile and looked at you expectantly, this was it. You could stop everything, you had Mickey by the balls and you could have your parents back.

“Everything is fine, mum.” You smiled and Mickey looked at you with the biggest grin on his face, he already owned you, you simply needed to be aware of that fact.

#mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri imagine #mickey altieri smut #mickey altieri x you #mickey altieri #slasher fanfiction #scream franchise #scream imagine #scream 2

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gemini-magic17 · 7 months

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Entanglement Chapter Four

After a long agonizing five days at sea, we finally make it it to Tir Asleen. From what I could see from the ship it was beautiful, grassy terrain, clear blue skies, and lively people. It almost reminds me of home and makes me believe that I could actually have a happy life here. As we approach shore I can see a few guards waiting to great us and bring us to the castle.

"So, are you ready for this", James asked.

"Kind of. I'm still nervous but this place reminds me of home in a way which helps."

"In that case, you should accommodate quickly", my mother and father came up behind me.

"I don't think it will be that smooth of a transition but hopefully it will be alright", I said with concern and worry.

"Don't worry Y/n you got this", James said confidently.

As we dock I end up in almost a trance as I take in my surroundings looking at Tis Asleen's magnificent kingdom. I hear the sound of a crate dropping making me jump pulling me out of the trance I was in. It seems one of the crew members had tripped over one of the ropes dropping a crate of my things.

"I am so sorry Princess it was an accident", he said apologetically.

"Don't worry about it they are just things. Are you ok", I said.

"Yes, Princess I am fine thank you."

Smiling I head with my family onto land where we meet the guards saying that they would bring us to the castle. The journey didn't take too long maybe it just seemed that way because I couldn't stop thinking about how my life officially "starts" today.

"Hey, Y/n", my brother whispers to me trying not to get our parents attention.

"What is it, James"?

"It seems we're here. I have never seen so many smiling faces in one place before. Do you think their faces are starting to hurt from doing that", he said.

"Perhaps, although James I do remember a certain someone who couldn't stop smiling the entire time week of the Drakas festival", I said. "Well it was a festival who wouldn't be happy and all smiles during a festival!"

I laughed at his overreaction to what I had just said. Looking out the carriage window I see someone or rather a smiling someone. The way she smiled could light up a room and the way she walked off without a care in the world made me curious. All I could focus on was her at that moment and once she was out of my eye of sight I just couldn't stop wondering who she was.

I made my way back to the castle after training with Jade again just to remember what today was. I still think it is absolute bullshit that I have to be the one to marry this so-called Princess. I mean Airk is going to be king and if this is such an important alliance between our kingdoms why can't he just marry her. With the constant battle, I had going on in my mind about this I bumped into Boorman.

"Woah Kit what's the hurry", he said.

"Sorry, I am unfortunately in a rush to meet some guests that my mother invited", with evident disdain in my voice.

"Oh, you mean the Princess Y/n who is your soon-to-be wife I take it", he says with a knowingly look.

"How do you know about it? Did Airk tell you? I swear he can't keep his mouth shut", I exclaimed.

"No, when I meet up with Jade yesterday she told me about it."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I'm sorry kid I know how much you and Jade care for each other", he said sympathetically.

"Thanks, but I told Jade that nothing is going to change between the two of us. Even though I am going to be married it doesn't mean I am going to stop having feelings or seeing Jade."

"Kit, you getting married isn't that what you are supposed to do? I know you love Jade but what about Y/n she is innocent in all this. Are you really going to subject this girl to a life where she isn't going to be miserable having to see you and Jade together. You don't even know her yet give her a chance before making her life what is going to seem like to her a living hell", he said.

"Knowing her or not won't make a difference. My mother knows how I feel about Jade and she went ahead with this betrothal knowing that she could have made this alliance between Y/n and Airk. Instead, she decided to subject me to marriage I don't even want."

"Kit, before you do anything you regret just give her a chance. You never know you may end up liking her."

"Yeah, sure whatever you say Boorman," I give him a jokingly smile.

Heading back to the castle again I see a carriage past me. Paying no attention to it I made my way to where I was going. On the way I see Airk and he informs me that our mother insisted that he would walk me to our destination.

"Let me guess, she is afraid that I won't show up so she sent you like I need you to look after me like a child", sounding pissed off.

"It's not my fault that our mother trusts the fact that you will follow her rules", he said.

"Hold up, let me get this straight your saying if you were to be getting married right now and mother was just telling you about it there would be no problem."

"I never said that. However, I have heard the rumors that the Princess is quite beautiful and I would not have too much of an issue with the betrothal."

"You sicken me", I say.

We arrived at the meeting spot and I saw the carriage from earlier stop in front of us. Before the carriage even opened my mother of course had to say something.

"Remember Kit this is to be your future wife and in-laws be respectful", she says with that warning tone in her voice.

"Whatever you say mother", I said sarcastically.

As the carriage doors open I see an older woman and man step out first which I only assume are the King and Queen of Zemira. Next came the Prince who had little to no expression on his face whatsoever. Lastly, the Princess made her appearance where she was helped out of the carriage by her brother. From what I could see she wasn't horrible looking Airk was right when he said the rumors were that she was beautiful. Although, that doesn't matter much to me seeing as I have no interest in getting to know her in the slightest.

My mother walked up to them all smilely pretending that we are going to be one big happy family. Well I have news for her this will be no happy union.

"Welcome your majesties to Tir Asleen I hope your journey was well", she said.

"I was fine Queen Sorsha the seas were very kind", my mother said.

The queen made her way through the King, Queen, and Prince until she finally got to Y/n.

"Princess Y/n, you are even more beautiful than your parents described you."

"Thank you, Queen Sorsha and my mother did not do you just when she talked about how kind you were."

I couldn't help but snicker at that remark. Of course, everyone heard and I got a scowl in return from my mother. Trying not to laugh again I bit my tongue to keep quiet.

"Kit, come greet our guests", my mother said.

Walking up to them I hid the look of despise on my face. As did my mother I greeted everyone once I got to the Princess. It took every ounce of my being not to say something rude or just high tale it out of there.

"Welcome to Tir Asleen Princess."

"Thank you Princess Kit", she said.

Once we said our hello's my mother informed us that our betrothal would be made public at tonight's celebration. If I wasn't mad before I was definitely fuming now. She couldn't even make it a week let alone a day to announce my impending doom to this girl. Just perfect now hell begins for me.

#kit tanthalos x reader #hazel callahan x reader

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