#I'm not about to sit here and explain to you

[yoiisa]

hi there, can u write a fic (college au/no blue lock) where reader & isagi are in a relationship, but his roommates slash friends don't know bcs reader always comes over whenever isagi says that his friends (bachira, kunigami, & chigiri) aren't at their apartment, but then get caught one day when his friends went back home early?

ive only stumbled upon ur account recently and i love ur fics/writing!!

omg love!! idk how colleges in japan work, so im just going to model this based on american colleges :D

all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: slightly suggestive and making out!!

➜ you knew isagi yoichi for around 6 months before the two of you started dating, but you'd been eyeing him for all of that time ➜ he was exactly your type- quiet, but the sweetest and most considerate person ever. ➜ he had beautiful blue eyes, was taller than you, and played soccer for the school. holy hell, talk about your personal kryptonite ➜ he was always too shy to ask you out though, so you had to take initiative on that front

You're sitting under a tree with Isagi in the school's courtyard. People are passing you by, heading to their respective classes. All you can think of in this moment though is how nice this is. The summer breeze is brushing his hair perfectly and the sun is making his eyes look like tiny sapphires. He looks like a prince. "Um, [name]?" he asks looking down at you. "Are you okay? You've been really quiet." You blink a few times, snapping out of your trance. You look down at your lap, staying silent for a little while. "Hey, Isagi?" you start. He leans forward and you feel like your heart is a car that someone just revved. "Umm, you don't have a girlfriend right?" "N-no," he stammers, taken aback. "Why?" "Do you," you cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. You meet his gaze and give him a tiny smile as you force the words out of your throat. "Do you wanna go out with me?" Your heart stops as he physically flinches back. "Nevermind!" you quickly say, holding your hands up in defense. "I'm so sorry, just forget all of that-" "N-no! That's not it, I- I do like you," he insists, "I just didn't expect you to ask me out." He lets out a deep breath and chuckles. "I was actually going to try and ask you out. My friends were giving me all this advice on how to do it. You just caught me off guard though. Beat me to the punch, huh?" He takes your hand in his and squeezes it. "But to answer your question, yes. I would like to go out with you."

➜ and that was that! the two of you were a couple. only one thing though- you'd never met those illusive friends ➜ whenever you went over to his dorm- a quad with two bunk beds and four desks, as well as a quite beautiful view of the whole campus through the window- there was no one else there but the two of you ➜ six months went by and not a single glimpse of them! you asked isagi about it once and he gave you a few excuses

"Well Bachira's really close to his mom, so he leaves campus a lot to hang out with her every now and then. She doesn't live too far from here anyways," Isagi explains as he rests his head in your lap. "And then Chigiri has a part time job at a physical therapist's office. He used to go there for himself since he messed up his leg once in an accident a while ago." You nod, running your finger through his hair. "And what about Kunigami?" "Also has a part time job as a kiddie's soccer coach," he says. "Hmm," you smirk and tickle your boyfriend's neck. He flinches and you giggle, "So you're the only one unemployed, huh?" He stiffens and gives you a look out of the corner of his eyes. "No. Bachira doesn't have a job too."

➜ when you finally meet Isagi's roommates . . . it's a mess ➜ after not seeing them enough times, you grew relatively comfortable with the idea that you never would in the dorms, and so did he ➜ he would have you over pretty often, and to be completely honest, sometimes things got a little spicy! ➜ so here you were, sitting on his desk and his standing between your legs. your lips locked in a heady kiss that was making you lightheaded. your tongues lapped hungrily at one another and your teeth clacking ➜ and then the door opened.

"Yoichi~" you gasp as he pulls back from your mouth. He starts to trail kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking small bruises into your collarbone and neck. "Mmm, you're so sweet," he groans, inhaling your scent. He feels like getting drunk off of it. His hot hands trail under your shirt, tracing around your curves. You giggle, but then both of your bodies freeze as you hear the door clicking. Isagi, in a moment of pure panic, tightens his grip on your waist and fucking shoves you off the desk and onto the floor. He was trying to hide you underneath the desk, not wanting his roommates to catch you both in this position, but all he does is just accidentally make you kneel in front of him. Right in front of him. Honestly, it helped enough because now your back is to his roommates, who are no doubt staring at you both as if they just walked in on a porno. Isagi stares at the trio. Bachira looks scandalized, Kunigami looks shocked, and Chigiri looks annoyed. "You couldn't bother locking the door when you have a hookup over?" the pink haired boy asks. "What. The. Hell. Is. This," Bachira says, looking two seconds from passing out. "Bachira, breathe," Chigiri grumbles, walking inside. "At least get her off her knees," Kunigami says, following Chigiri. He comes up behind you and taps you on your shoulder. "Miss-" You, in your panic and fear and shame, cannot think to say literally anything else other than, "I'm his girlfriend, not a hookup." Everyone stops breathing. "His GIRLFRIEND?!" Bachira roars, lunging at you. He grabs you by your shoulders, whirls you around and pulls you up to your feet. Kunigami hits him on the back of his head, "Don't handle a girl like that!" "I-It's fine," you say, waving Kunigami off with a small smile. "I'm so sorry about this. It's just, whenever I've been over, none of you are ever here, so I guess we got a little . . . careless." "You've been here before?" Bachira asks. A thud sounds from behind you and you whirl around. Bachira and Kunigami peek over your shoulder. Chigiri walks up to an Isagi whose cherry red. The embarrassment was just too much for his brain to handle anymore it seems. "Yoichi!" you shout, kneeling next to him. "I'll get him water," Chigiri says, walking to the dorm's mini fridge.

➜ the two of you never live this first impression down. not even at your wedding.

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emily engstler fluff because i'm sick rn and wish i had someone beyond my opp of a mother to cheer me up ☹️☹️ like idk reader is sick or smth. bc i have PNEUMONIA 😍😍 AND PLEURISY 😍😍 AND IVE BEEN IN AND OUT OF THE HOSPITAL FOR SHOULDER SURGERY THE LAST SIX WEEKS 😍😍 so yeah anyway i js feel like yuck and my lungs ache and i keep coughing so hard i throw up and ive wasted half the day watching emily edits on tiktok 😀😀

NOOO im sorry babe that sounds terrible ☹️☹️☹️ i hope you’re feeling better soon!!!!! please enjoy lovely e.e. girlfriend attention in the meantime…

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“okay, ma, look. i know it tastes like dog water, but the box says “throat coat”. i think you just gotta drink the whole thing, then wait fifteen minutes.”

you push away the mug she’s holding near your face, nose shriveling at the scent as you whine. “nooo, i’ve had it before. there’s a reason why it’s in the back of the cabinet, em.”

“baby, drink.”

your puffy eyes narrow before your gaze falls and you give in, a clammy hand snaking out of the bedding to take the mug from emily begrudgingly. you bring the mug to your lips, cringing as the slightly sweet liquid slips down your sore throat.

emily sits up, keeping a hand on the ceramic to keep it steady as you drink.

she lowers the mug slowly as you take your final sip, putting the back of her free hand to your forehead. “…you still have that fever,” she murmurs, her brows furrowing in concern.

you whimper and try to turn on your side, but emily grasps your shoulder gently and turns you back onto your backside. “no, no, babe. just- hang on,” she says, getting up and walking to your guys’ attached bathroom.

you hear faint sounds of glass clinking and the tap running before she reemerges, two pills in one hand and a spoon in the other. your girlfriend sits on the edge of your bed, carefully holding the spoon as not to spill the carefully poured dark liquid on it. “y/n, sit up. i want you to take this, alright?”

you strain to sit up, sniffling a couple times as you rub your face.

“take these first,” she says softly, bringing the small pills to your lips before grabbing your water bottle on the nightstand and helping you swallow them down.

“melatonin,” she explains as she holds the spoon up now, keeping her free hand under the spoon to catch any drips.

you take the melatonin without argument, slowly laying back down with her help after swallowing the last of it.

emily gets up without another word, shutting off the lamp and moving to shut the curtains. lastly, she pulls her t-shirt off so she’s just in her shorts and sports bra and goes over to flip the switch and turn on the overhead fan.

the fever has made you sweaty and miserable, she knows, and she just wants you to feel better. she walks over to her side of the bed, drawing back the covers . the mattress dips under her weight as she settles down next to you, pulling you close to her and pressing a kiss to your temple. you can still faintly smell the soap from her shower earlier.

“just rest, ma. i’m right here, alright?” her voice is a low murmur as she tucks your head into the space under her chin, unworried about getting sick at all.

no, her first priority is you. always.

[jmdbjk]

Jimin's exhibit: The Truth Untold, in New York City.

My first glimpse of NYC:

We calculated carefully and figured we had time to spare to get to our 7:30 p.m. reservation at Antoya... but we didn't take into consideration New York traffic from LaGuardia. A trip that should have taken about 30 minutes ate up 2 hours of time but finally, we made our way into Manhattan.

Our hotel was one street over from the Empire State Building and in Koreatown. When we made the hotel reservations, we were unaware of that fact. Thanks, Universe!

We made it to Antoya just in time. I had requested the special table and they acknowledged that but it’s on the third floor which is usually for large parties or special events. In any case they weren’t seating any one on the third floor at the time but they happily chatted about Jimin and Jungkook being finished with their military service while showing us to our table on the second floor. The food was delicious and service was fast and efficient.

Then we hit Koreatown and had a taste of tanghulu, mochi donuts and Tous les Jours, the South Korean cafe chain. Highly recommend the egg tarts (Not pictured).

We shopped at the little shops and at the Korean Market.

The next day we headed to Lower Manhattan and the Financial District.

We were early so we wandered around, got some coffee, looked for bagels but didn't find any.

FINALLY, we entered Jimin's exhibit. We all received our gifts and I promptly confiscated all the photocards.

My traveling companions are not Army but they were very interested in everything in the exhibit so I happily explained what everything was. Any excuse to talk about Jimin, right? Jimin's handwritten notes impressed them (I love his English handwriting). My companions also were impressed with the Set Me Free Pt. 2 MV that played on a wall opposite this one covered in photos of Jimin in one of the small rooms. The photos were huge and amazing. All of them.

The main thing I wanted to see and the whole point of this trip were Jimin's clothes. The fabrics of the suits I touched (yes I know, DO NOT TOUCH! but I did anyway), the fabrics were very fine and supple. I'm assuming wool. The leathers so soft. My traveling companion suggested I sniff the clothes. So I did. She really gets me, you know? They smelled fresh from the dry cleaners and not like Jimin's sweat. Oh well. Jimin probably doesn't stink anyway. Of course he doesn't, what am I even saying? ANYWAY.

I stood next to one of the mannequins standing on the floor and was able to tell that, with shoes on, Jimin would tower over me. Judging the size of the jackets, he is bigger in the body than I thought he'd be. Tall and lanky. And yes, his waist is very small.

I was particularly interested in the leather jacket from the Who MV. I can't believe I saw that with my own eyeballs. And Jimin had it on his body and danced in it. And I touched it...the jacket I mean. Don't tell anybody.

Some other visitors and I were tempted to sit in (mannequin) Jimin's lap here but we abided by the rules.

All of his awards were so cool to see! The MAMA award is a very impressive little trophy. Of course the Billboard award was front and center.

The Hybe staff were lovely. The female staff were stunningly gorgeous women.

It was a small exhibit but I'm so happy I was able to see it. The messages left by Armys in the previous weeks were wonderful to see. We were not able to leave a message. At least I didn't see where we could.

Next up was Times Square. What a hot mess. BUT! I saw the Times Square TSX stage where Jungkook performed and wow it is much closer to the street than I thought it would be. ITS SO CLOSE.

Popped into the Line Friends store: couldn't find anything I wanted. I was disappointed.

We moved on to Rockefeller Center and witnessed a wedding of all things, happening in the middle of everyone out on the plaza. Then we went to the end of the block to St. Patrick's Cathedral where they were just finishing up another wedding while tourists streamed in from off the street. It was weird. But what a beautiful church.

The next day was The Museum of Natural History and then into Central Park. The Museum of Natural History has great bones. Ha. Lots of them. Lots and lots and lots. Bones everywhere. Yes, this is the same museum in the movie Night at the Museum. All the critters were in their displays waiting for night time.

The day was getting kinda hot for a stroll through Central Park but we did it anyway because damn, I'm not going all the way to NYC and not go to Central Park.

From one end to the other, we exited Central Park and headed to the Tiffany Landmark store a few blocks away.

The 20-story high stack of Louis Vuitton trunks was surprising:

The Tiffany Landmark store was gorgeous and the people there were so incredibly nice. And ugh, yes, that is a Tiffany's box in that pic with Jimin's photocards. Yes, I splurged. The HardWear collection micro link bracelet jumped out at me from the glass case and begged me to take it home. So I did. Willpower. What's that?

That wasn't on my bingo card but here we are. I will cherish it forever.

Things we ate other than the aforementioned Korean food and snacks: Joe's Pizza. Liberty Bagels. Dim sum. The hoity-toity-est meal we had was lunch at the Museum of Nat History. Go figure. I had a tuna sandwich (not made with canned tuna) and a purple flower lemonade. Fan-cehhh. (that's smartass for fancy).

Other things we saw: Ground Zero. Incidentally, Spotify's offices are right there. We saw the Statue of Liberty from Battery Park and the Brooklyn Bridge when we headed back to our hotel. I have so many more photos of Jimin's exhibit and the trip overall but only so many photos are allowed in a post here on Tumblr.

Things we did not get to see: Grand Central Station. The inside of Macy's Herald Square even though we stayed right across the street from it. We had important business.... SORRY. We didn't see the charging bull statue at the New York Stock Exchange either. We couldn't find the thing.

But the numbers were numbering for this trip: Level 7 was where I parked my car at the airport. Row 7 was my seat on the plane. Our rooms were on the 13th floor at the hotel. Sadly, I did not get room 1310. I don't think there were that many rooms on the floor anyway. But I could have had 1306! Oh well.

Other takeaways from this trip: Taxi drivers and NYC traffic is no joke. I recommend Uber all the way. You can even get the same taxi you hail off the street for half the cost through Uber. We ventured down to the subway but it is too complicated and risky for noob first-timers especially when you have to be somewhere on time. But if you are there for a length of time it would be well worth learning how to use it because it's less than $3 USD per ride.

Uber Eats was quick and convenient. We were very tired Saturday evening and our Joe's Pizza arrived in 15 minutes after ordering. I don't know how they did that so quickly.

And then it was time to head home on my airplane, airplane....everyday above the clouds.... are those otters!?

No! It's a squirrel!

Or is it Koya?

I was never good at cloud shapes. I think I see Shooky back there...and RJ...definitely it's RJ...

[band--psycho]

Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 13)

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Warnings: Feelings of worry, car chase, car crash, mention of blood, paramedics, ambulances. being unconscious, cuts, bruises, concussion, dislocated shoulder, medical inaccuracies

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The paramedic was right, you were lucky. 

Your right shoulder was dislocated; you also had a cracked rib and a rather large cut on the top of your forehead; but other than that,  the injuries you’d sustained during the crash, were simply cuts and bruises. 

The doctors said they’d know more once you regained consciousness; but for right now, their outlook for you was good. 

Unlike Y/f/n... 

The four men didn’t know of their condition; seeing as  they weren’t family so they weren’t allowed to know anything… all they knew was that they were rushed into surgery upon arrival at the hospital. 

That was enough for them to gauge the severity of Y/f/ns injuries. 

The room you were in was near enough completely silent, except for the sound of the heart monitor machine; which thankfully kept beeping at a steady rate. 

Much to the relief of the men in the room. 

Simon was standing in the corner of the room closest to you; leaning against the wall, his jaw was tight as he stared straight ahead, much like he had done at home moments after you left.

He was unable to stop his mind from playing out scenarios that ended much worse than the one that happened. 

Occasionally he’d glance over at you; reminding himself that you were alright for the most part….that you were safe now. 

But every time he looked at you; he felt anger burning through his veins; Graves, Shepherd and whoever was driving the car was going to pay for this; he’d make sure of it. 

Of course he wouldn’t be alone. 

He knew that.

John, Johnny and Kyle would all help in hurting the fuckers that did this to you. 

Johnny was already pacing back and forth along the far wall; his agitation rolling off of him in waves; he'd occasionally stop and look at you for prolonged periods of time, as if you’d wake up if he looked at you long enough.  

But you didn’t. 

And that’s when the Scotsman would start pacing again. 

Kyle was by your side; sitting in the chair closest to your hospital bed; his eyes never leaving you, unless it was to blink. 

His hand was hovering over yours; as though you were glass that was on the verge of shattering. 

He was terrified to touch you; but he couldn’t pull his hand away, so it just stayed there, inches above yours.

John had been in and out of the room; popping his head in to see if there’d been any changes and to make sure his partners were holding up okay, before disappearing again to make calls. 

~~~~~

Currently John was on the phone to Kate; one of the very few people he still trusted, hoping that there was some way she could find out any information about the car; or some other information that would prove Graves or Shepherds involvement. 

“It was a black SUV, windows tinted, no plates, left as soon as they veered Y/f/ns car off the road,” Kate explained, making a small frown tug on Johns lips.

He knew he needed proof before he did everything.

Kate understood his silence; she knew what he needed and she’d try her best to aid him in finding the proof that was needed, “I’ll track it through traffic cameras and see what I can find out,”

It was a long shot. 

They both knew that. 

But it was worth a shot.

Even if she could identify the driver, that would be something. 

Or if she could work out where the car was left, John and the others could go and investigate the area seeing as the car would probably be burnt or destroyed by now. 

“Thanks Kate,” John said softly; he knew that she didn’t have to do this and appreciated the fact that she was taking the time to help them.

He thought she’d end the call there; and knew by the prolonged silence that there was something else she wanted to say. 

“What is it?”

“You know if Graves or Shepherd are involved in this, Y/n won’t be safe, Y/f/n might not be either,”

A short sigh fell from John's lips as he ran a hand down his face. 

Of course he knew this. 

All he’d been able to think about since they got to the hospital was how he was going to keep you and Y/f/n safe; knowing that if Graves or Shepherd were involved they’d use Y/f/n to get to you. 

That’s why he’d been making so many phone calls; trying to sort out a safe house, somewhere safe where they could all go once they could leave the hospital.

“We’ll keep them both safe,” John stated; his voice sounding calm and collected, like it was going to be the easiest thing in the world. 

His answer made a sigh fall from Kate’s lips this time, “What if they don’t want you keeping them safe?”

Despite hating her words; John understood Kate’s concern. 

There was every possibility that you and Y/f/n would want to get as far away from all of them as possible; he couldn’t blame either of you for that.

But he just had to make you both understand that as long as Graves and Shepherd were out there that there’d be a risk to both their lives.

He wasn't going to leave you.

He thought last time that he was doing the right thing by putting distance between him and you. 

He was wrong and there was no way he was going to let that mistake happen again.

He was going to keep you safe this time; as well Y/f/n.

“Have you thought about what happens if Y/f/n doesn’t make it?”

Kate’s question hung heavy in the air. 

That was a worst case scenario he didn’t want to think of. 

He couldn’t bear to. 

Because the worst case scenario meant that Y/f/n didn’t leave this hospital….that he’d have to deliver the news to you that your best friend had died. 

You’d already lost so much; he knew it would break you if you lost Y/f/n too. 

“They’re strong,” John said simply; knowing that there was every possibility of the worst case scenario happening; but he had to remain hopeful. 

“John,” Kate began, “If Y/f/n dies, Y/n could blame you guys….”

“I know,” John replied back, guilt lacing his voice as he hung up the phone.

He wouldn’t blame you if you did. 

They may not have driven the car that caused the crash, but they were still to blame. 

He should’ve kept you at the house; should’ve let Y/f/n inside and you all could have talked…could’ve come up with a plan. 

But he didn't know that there was going to be a car chasing you and Y/f/n.

Hindsight was a wonderful thing, and if he had a time machine he’d go back and change it so that neither you or Y/f/n got hurt, but he couldn’t. 

All he could do now was be there for you and Y/f/n if they survived the surgery and keep you both safe; regardless of if either of you wanted the protection he was offering or not. 

And he was almost certain that Simon, Johnny and Kyle would agree with him.

This time when he walked back into your room at the hospital; he had no intention of leaving. 

“Any news?” Johnny asked, halting in his steps as soon as he noticed that John wasn’t just briefly popping in to check on them all. 

“Not really,” John answered, shaking his head slightly, “it was a black SUV, with tinted windows and no plates,”

He watched as Johnny's lips tugged downwards into a frown and he hated it. 

Hated that he couldn’t give anybody the answers they needed. 

“Kate’s gonna call me when she’s got more news,” John continued softly, looking at Johnny with a small reassuring smile on his own lips, hoping that his words would be enough to raise his spirits a little. 

Johnny didn’t say anything; simply nodded at John's words, but he didn’t go back to pacing this time, instead he just stared at you. 

John moved closer to the hospital bed you were on, until he was standing behind Kyle, his eyes fixed on you. 

Simon’s eyes darted from each of the men in the room before landing on you. 

A moment of silence fell across the room; each of them reflecting on how easily they could’ve lost you.

Then a small sound broke the tension that had grown in the room. 

It wasn’t much, a slight change in your breathing followed by a faint twitch in your fingers; but it was enough. 

Enough to snap all of the men out of their thoughts. 

Kyle's hand was on yours in an instant, his other hand moving to your face, his thumb delicately brushing your forehead, ensuring that he avoided touching the nasty head wound you’d obtained from the crash.

“Hey, hey….it's alright, you’re alright,” he soothed, watching as your eyes fluttered open, showing slits of your y/e/c eyes behind their slightly swollen lids.

He could already see the sudden pain turning to confusion which quickly morphed into recognition as your eyes fully opened, glancing around at everyone around you. 

“Wh…what..happ…” your words trailed off into a wince, as you tried to move, unable to do so.

“Easy, sweetheart,” John said with a calmness in his voice, moving slightly so that he was standing next to Kyle and not behind him, “you’re safe and we’re all here.”

Kyle continued holding your hand, rubbing small circles onto the back of your hand just like he used to do when you were stressed.

“What…happened? You repeated, your eyes settling on Kyle. 

“You were in a crash,”

It was like Kyle’s words triggered an instant replay of what had happened. 

You were with Y/f/n in their car. 

They were driving to your house..

Someone started following you in a black SUV, it kept crashing into the back of the car…

You’d called Simon, you were heading back to their house…until Y/f/n lost control of the car…

“Y/f/n,” you breathed out, the sheer panic for them evident in your voice as you tried to get up from the bed.

You were trying desperately to ignore the pain you felt shooting through your right shoulder, as well as your chest, all whilst trying to ignore the exhaustion that was washing over your body. 

You remembered looking at Y/f/n just before the crash…remembered seeing the fear in their eyes and it made your heart ache.

“You need to rest,” John cooed softly, sitting down on the side of the bed. 

A small groan fell from your lips as you attempted to move again; caring little for how much pain you were in, “I need to know where Y/f/n is,”

“They’re in surgery, Bon,” Johnny explained, walking over to the other side of the bed and sitting down on it, mirroring John; stopping you from getting out of the bed.

“Surgery…” your voice was barely above a whisper as you processed what Johnny said; your mind continuing to replay the moments just before the crash, “we were being followed,”

“We know,” Simon stated, turning to look at you, the phone call replaying in his mind. 

“Kate’s looking into it,” John added, hoping that his answer would help to console you. 

And they did. 

Briefly. 

Until you remembered what you’d been discussing with the very men in this room. 

The information that you’d learnt.

"Shepherd? Phillip….”

“We know they had something to do with it, we just can’t prove it yet…” John answered truthfully.

You didn’t want to believe that your Fiance had planned for this, or worse, to happen; but given what you’d found out about him…you weren’t really sure who he actually was or what he was capable of.

But was he really capable of killing you and Y/f/n?

Would there not have been other ways to do it, instead of in the middle of the day where anyone could drive by and help, and why didn't he make sure you were both dead...? 

“It’s too much of a coincidence,” Johnny continued, seeing how the doubt was growing in your eyes from Johns answer. 

“We’ll find everyone involved in this,” Kyle declared softly to you, raising your hand gently to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“And we’ll make them regret it,” Johnny assured you, anger burning bright behind his blue eyes. 

You knew by the look in the Scotsman’s eyes that his words were not a statement, they were a promise. 

Simon remained silent. 

He simply nodded his head at Johnny's words as he made his way to the Scotsman side.

His silence a promise to you that they were going to find whoever caused this crash.

“We’re not gonna let anything else happen to you, sweetheart,” John knew you were probably going to bite his head off for using the nickname he used to use when you were together for a second time, but he didn’t care. 

Maybe it was the probable concussion you’d gotten from the crash; maybe it was just because of everything that had happened today…but you actually found comfort in hearing some of the nicknames you used to be called by them. 

It made you feel safe.

They made you feel safe, despite everything that had happened.

That feeling of safety was a feeling that was short lived though; because then you heard the familiar voice of Phillip from behind the door, at first you thought you were wrong. 

You hoped you were wrong.

But when the door opened; he walked through it, his eyes meeting yours, ignoring the four other men in the room.

The concussion definitely must have been doing something to your brain, because you could’ve sworn you saw genuine worry in Phillip’s eyes when they met yours. 

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[whenmemorydies]

White supremacist capitalist patriarchy and season 4 of The Bear

I hear folks who are absolutely pissed that it looks like season 4 of The Bear ended with a petulant Carmy who got knocked off his pedestal, running cos now he doesn't know what to do with himself. I hear the anger. I also viscerally raged as I binge watched last night. For me, a lot of this had to do with the idea that this white man who is so used to being excellent, now has to deal with maybe not being excellent. But instead of dealing, it looks like he's vanishing. Like his dad did. Repeating old patterns.

But on a very rough night's sleep worth of reflection, I've come to the conclusion that this is probably a legerdemain. Let me explain.

Carmy is part of a system - white supremacist capitalist patriarchy to be exact. And that system ascribes roles and expectations on everyone that gets subjected to it. Including white folks. I've talked about Carmy's racialisation here but the TLDR of it is that Carmy is part of the Italian-American community that has been assimilated into whiteness over time in America. As a white man he sits at the top of a racial hieriarchy with a history and current reality of horrendous violence and control. He grew up and worked in cultures that valorised a toxic, violent, white masculinity that expected him to perform excellence, dominate and control everything around him as a result.

The rest of us - particularly racialised women (I'm a non-Black, diasporic woman of colour so I can't speak to Syd's specific experience but I think this holds true for all WOC) - we are never expected to dominate. We are often expected to be excellent because of the time and resources invested in us by our parents and communities and because of white supremacist capitalist patriarchy's insistence that mediocrity is a luxury that only white folks get to enjoy without being penalised. This garbage catch-22 is most starkly articulated by Syd during her nightmare in 4x08 Green:

Syd: And then, you're gonna take a perfect little sliver of chive, put that all on top, and it'll be great. And of course, if your dish fails, its no worry at all, no trouble, really. You'll just be a complete waste of space and a failure and a disappointment to anybody who's devoted any time or energy to you.

So how does a white man like Carmy - who was never socialised to be of service in community, who was raised throughout childhood and his career to smoke others, to prove that he could smoke others ("fuck you, watch this") - how does that white man navigate a world where he's no longer the best? Where he's no longer in control?

If that white man was integrated and mature? Well he wouldn't have been trying to dominate in the first place. But for argument's sake and in this context, if this hypothetical white man was those things - integrated and mature - maybe, he might take a step back and let others lead.

But Carmy isn't integrated. He's not there yet. Realistically, he does have to unlearn a lifetime of abuse, socialisation, racialisation and his own dysfunctional coping strategies so that he doesn't keep hurting people. He does have to figure out who he is without all of this bullshit. Honestly, as infuriating as this was to watch...I get it?

The frustration is that we, the viewers, have seen all the characteristics that Carmy identifies in Syd in that fight from 4x10, in him too. In 4x10, Carmy tells Syd:

You are considerate. You...You allow yourself to feel things, right? You allow yourself to care. You are a natural leader and teacher.

Across this show, we have seen Carmy be considerate of others, most significantly of the BIPOC people in his life (bringing all the crew at The Beef over with him to The Bear, giving his chef's knife to Tina, making Sydney The Bear's captain), we have seen him deeply feel (see Carmy's long overdue confrontation of his abuser, Chef David Fields in 3x10), we have seen him care (see Carmy's incessant checking in with Syd throughout this show), and we've seen him lead and teach his team (see Carmy walking the crew through how to make chicken piccata in season 1).

We know that Carmy is good. We know that he's deserving of Syd's love and that she is more than deserving of his. We know that folks can chew gum and walk at the same fucking time and so we - I mean most definitely me - yell at the TV screen (and on this platform lol): WHAT THE FUCK MAN? GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND BE THERE FOR SYDNEY, THE OTHER HALF OF YOUR HEART!!!!

But Carmy, and a lot of other straight, white men (and white women, quite frankly), probably don't know this about themselves. They probably don't know that its not being a soft shitty bitch when you're considerate of others, that you can feel hurt and pain and survive it, that you can care about others and have that be a strength, and that you can lead quietly and consistently without swinging your dick and trying to smoke motherfuckers.

I mean, America. Look at who the majority of white voters - that's white men and white women - elected to lead your country, for fucks sake.

This is white supremacy culture at work. This is the Berzatto's intergenerational, racialised trauma at work. White supremacist capitalist patriarchy facilitates the conditions for white people to not know themselves in their wholeness. To not know who they are in relation to others and the world. In fact, it invites everyone into this condition (via assimilation). So how do you resist it?

Integration time

How will Carmy fix it? How will he integrate?

Carmy will need to learn about himself. In 4x09 Tonnato, Donna tells him that she doesn't know him and he doesn't know her. This is true.

There is work to be done here in terms of understanding his lineage and the history that makes up Carmy's very skin and bones. But he has already begun doing this: Carmy knowing about tonnato because of his culinary training and imparting that cultural knowledge to his Italian-American mother because she's lost that knowledge or never had it to begin with made me tear up because THIS is the work of integration. Of reclaiming your history. Of resisting assimilation. It fucking hit me in the chest, right in my displaced, diasporic heart.

If Carmy was paying attention, he would have also seen Richie doing this throughout season 2. Recall his basement chat with Carmy in 2x01:

Richie: You know, um, I'm trying really hard to be on board with all this new shit, cousin. I'm, uh, I'm reading a lot. I'm trying to learn about who am I to my history.

Likewise, Sydney spent all of season 2 studying and integrating her past trauma into effective leadership for her team. I know for certain that we are going to learn and see more about Sydney's history in season 5 (if the show gets picked up again) and how this has influenced her professionally and personally.

But then what? What will Carmy do after he's undertaken that work?

This is where Luca's plotline is crucial and not just as a vehicle for us to gush over him and Marcus (which, yes, I gushed. I'm still gushing. They're adorable, supportive of one another and an indecently attractive couple).

Recall the conversation between Luca and Tina in 4x08 Green:

Luca: Pressure.

Tina: How do you get rid of it?

Luca: I think you get to a point where you don't want to. Like, at first the pressure sucks, right? Its the pressure that makes you feel shitty at what you do. And actually, thats just the pressure getting in the way. You learn to live with it. And then, next thing you know, you thrive on it. And before you know it, you can't fucking wait to get rocked. Like, you want that pressure, you need that pressure to be able to perform.

Tina: *looks dubious* (me and you both my Queen lmao)

Luca: So, then, the challenge actually becomes, can you live without that pressure?

Tina: Can you?

Luca: I guess not. 'Cause I'm back here working for Carmy again, so...I'm probably not the person to ask, but you let me know if you find out, Chef.

What Luca is describing, a state of not being able to wait to get rocked? That might be fine every now and then for motivation's sake. But what Luca is describing is a state of mind that folks are expected to be in for the duration of their working lives. He's telling Tina how to survive if she wants to remain working in this system. Wanting to get rocked, learning to live with getting rocked sounds the tagline for any ad selling white supremacist capitalist patriarchy to the masses: With our centuries-old system, you too can learn how to tolerate getting fucked, regularly!

Problem is, we are humans, not replicants (shout out to Richie and Phillip K Dick), and we don't take kindly to being fucked every day of our working lives. The Bear knows this too. Recall Mikey answering Tina's question about whether he likes his work, in 3x06 Napkins: "I definitely do not like never not being fucked."

So the question is, once you become accustomed to this way of life, like Carmy has, like Luca was, like many of us are, can you conceive of a different world? A different way of being?

I know Luca tells Tina in the above convo that he isn't there yet but truthfully, he is. Luca comes back to Chicago to "address things and not run away from things" as he tells Marcus in 4x08 Green. Those things involve his family, namely his sister. He's there to address something to do with his roots. In doing so, he says its made him appreciate the city. He, like Richie, is doing the work of learning about who he is to his history.

To give himself the space to do this, he's come to The Bear to work as a stage - one of the lowest level staff in the hierarchy of a restaurant. This is someone who once worked as a sous at Ever - ranked the best restaurant in the world at one point. He's using the skills he has acquired in the course of his pretty decorated career to support others who have not yet had the same opportunities as him.

Luca is at The Bear, doing the quiet, consistent work I've previously talked about: that work that creates the safe space for inspiration, creativity and dreams to thrive. This is the work of being in community. Luca is in community with Marcus, with Tina, with Gary, with Carmy, with Sydney. He is - without ego - supporting and mentoring Tina and Marcus. Luca is resisting (whether consciously or unconsciously) a white supremacist capitalist patriarchal system that would ordinarily demand that he dominate The Bear's kitchen. In doing so, he's being a good culinary ancestor. Next season, should we get it, it will be Carmy's turn: to come back integrated, sure in himself and without ego, to be there to support (in any way she requires it) Sydney.

And by the way, for the record:

In a world where Black women were the single biggest voting block consistently and overwhelmingly using their generations-long-fought right to vote to protect America from itself fascism in 2016 and 2024, this statement from Carmy:

[A]ny chance of any kind of good in this building, it started when you walked in. And any possibility of it surviving? Its with you.

….is as much about the salvation of The Original Beef of Chicagoland's soul by Sydney, as it is about the United States of America’s by Black women.

[dreamyblossommwrites]

Almost human

Paired: Mark x alien reader

Warnings: None (maybe bad grammar - I'm writing this at night shgdhendh)

Note: User is mentioned to have inhuman characteristics, also made user pink themed cuz yes :3

Being a curious creature at heart, you couldn't help but fly away from your planet and explore a bit. I mean, space is so big - it's hard to stay in one place for so long!

You've been to so many places, met so many races and languages.... you can't believe how many amazing places are still waiting for you! How many amazing things are waiting to be discovered! After each visit, you brought some souvenirs to your family - your people, explaining to them the culture of each planet you just came back from.

But they didn't appreciate it, honestly, they were terrified by the thought of what could happen to you in space. What could happen to all of them if you ran into someone not so friendly. (Which happened before, but the situation has been resolved. So you don't know why they keep bringing it up!)

After a long and - and in your opinion unnecessary conversation - you have been given an ultimatum; Stay home and stop attracting attention from other races, or be banished.

.......well, now you can explore as much as you want....yaaay...??..

Either way, you ended up wandering close to earth. You've heard about this planet before - The people here are.... Timid. too scared and weak to explore beyond their planet

Still, something drew you to this place, the color palette of this planet itself is fascinating, its aura drawing you to it. So many new places waiting to be explored, making your muscles throb with curiosity..... Maybe it wont be as bad as they say it is?

Mark can't remember the last time he had a night off. Being invincible and a student at the same time takes up all his free time. When he's not dealing with constant invasions and monsters, he's busy catching up on schoolwork. So today, on this warm Friday evening, after completing his patrol and preventing a few small crimes from happening, Mark can finally sit down comfortably and read the comic book that has been sitting on his desk for three weeks now-

But as soon as he settled comfortably on the bed, letting out a exhausted huff of air, he heard a quick "Grayson, we need you here" coming from the earbug Cecil had given him.

Well, that's it for his quiet evening.

Barely a minute had passed and he was already on his way, adjusting his costume as he listened attentively to the information constantly coming from the earpiece.

'an unidentified figure has been flying above the ground for several minutes, appears humanoid, intentions unknown' - wow, very helpful.

He was looking around, searching for that humanoid thing,even though it's hard to find something if you don't even know what it looks like. Until you practically flew in front of his face,cutting him of, leaving nothing but a pink trail behind you.

He quickly recovered and started a chase that ended on top of one of the tall city buildings. He landed carefully, keeping a safe distance, still not knowing what your intentions are, staring at your back for a moment while you knelt and leaned forward, staring at the street with your pink eyes glowing with admiration.

You couldn't get over all the flashing colors and strange vehicles that the locals drove. Their behavior and life so different from life on your planet. The humans looked completely different from what you thought they would look like, they didn't look scared or aggressive.......They looked..... Happy, busy with their lives. Nothing like humans from the stories you heard on other planets.

"um.... Hello?-" You stood up quickly, turning towards the unknown voice that scared you. Behind you stood.... A man. Dressed differently than the rest of the people below. He raised his hands, almost as if he was trying to show you that he didn't want to hurt you. "Wait, wait wait- sorry, didnt mean to scare you, please-" he smiled lightly at you, trying to calm you down.

Your antennae quivered, sensing something strange from this human man. He wasn't like the rest. His heart beat was off, he smelled different than other humans........ Wait, can all humans fly like him?

While he started talking to you again in that strange, foreign language. You still wondered where you heard that heartbeat before.....and then, you remembered.

Viltrumite.

That's not one of the humans you were so fascinated by.

This is a Viltrumite. A a cruel, indifferent creature.

You bounced off the roof and flew away before he could finish his sentence. Disappearing from his field of vision.

reblogs appreciated!!

Masterlist

[runningracingdancingchasing]

She'd imagined sitting him down on the couch, maybe with some alcohol to make it all easier, imagined the lighting and how it would play on his features. But now they were in the kitchen, and the lighting was completely different, harsh and bright in comparison to her imagination. Well, that was on her. She was the one who'd started the conversation now instead of later.

Clearing her throat again, she found it hard to find her words, and even harder to look at him.

"I've been rehearsing this all day," she confessed with a little smile that didn't reach haunted eyes, toying with her own fingers while wishing she had Abraçinhos to hug. But he was in the living room, on the couch, where she'd meant to have this conversation. "But I can't seem to remember how it was going to go. Sorry if I'm about to ramble..."

Taking a deep breath, she thought through all of the myriad of rehearsals she'd gone through, then picked a place and started. Managing to look at him for a moment, she iterated, "Just know that I'm telling you this because you're my best friend and I trust you." That was very important. It was easy for Rapunzel to love. She loved her friends almost right away. But trusting people wasn't so simple. That probably had something to do with what she was about to tell him...

Okay, here we go. Just breathe and... start. "Okay, so the thing is... I can't remember anything about my past up until a few years ago," she explained softly, "and that's by design. Something... happened when I was little. I'm not sure exactly what, but I know it was traumatic. My therapist thought -- and I agree -- that if I want to function as an adult, I had to lock it all away. It was really the only way to move forward. But that's why there are things that basically everyone knows that I don't know anything about. Which is so frustrating and embarrassing, because I'm usually so smart!"

Even talking about it now, she could feel that locked closet of memories getting banged on from the inside, and her shame from not knowing how schools worked. Her focus started turning inward, a slippery slope to a bad night, even if he decided she was worth hanging onto. Without thinking, she got a glass of cold water and sat down at the table again, pressing the cool glass against her face and neck to keep herself in the here and now and with him.

"There are things I don't remember so much as feel. Echoes of a voice I can't identify or- or thinking someone's going to react negatively to something when no one with half a heart would. Sometimes... it's like a part of my brain is trying to remember the stuff I've deliberately forgotten, and the rest of my brain is trying to keep me from remembering. When that happens I just kind of... go away. Like, I'm there, physically, but my mind..." She paused to sip some water and ran her fingers idly over the place mat in front of her, taking in the texture as the cool drink soothed her throat, keeping her grounded. She surprised herself by the fact that she didn't feel like she was going to cry. Not yet. If he decided this was it, yeah, she'd spend the rest of the night crying. But not yet.

The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt for being this way and subjecting him to her. Had she trapped him by asking him out before she told him this? But she was telling him now, and giving him an out, right? That was good of her, wasn't it? She liked him so much that she's was putting her biggest flaw right out there in the open and shining a light on it. If he couldn't handle it, well... she could just leave Rio after all.

God, she didn't want to leave Rio. Didn't want to leave him.

A sad, scared sigh escaped her. "I'm broken, Rai. I'm broken, and I don't know if I can ever be fixed all the way. I know I should have told you this before I asked you out, because you deserve to have an informed choice, to know what you're getting into, and I totally get it if... if it's too much. If it's a deal-breaker. I can be a lot as it is, and this is just... it's a lot more. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

And she really hoped he'd stay, despite it. And she was terrified he wouldn't. Her head and stomach swam unpleasantly, pizza and wine suddenly not seeming like such a good idea.

He'd busied himself washing out their wine glasses. Washing dishes was his least favourite of all chores - which he despised in general - but she'd gone through the effort to make dinner, and the least he could do was to help clean up.

He felt his shoulders tense a little as she spoke. Serious and important... Her tone and the entire vibe changed, and he tilted his head at her, a little furrow between his brows.

"Sure, girl." He set the glasses down and dried off his hands, leaning his hips back against the kitchen counter and folding his arms loosely. "What's, uh... what's up?" He deliberately kept his mind as blank as possible, refusing to jump to scary conclusions.

[toyboy-molloy]

Heinrich was in a right state. He was covered in blood due to a split lip as well as having a black eye, several cuts and severe bruising. His mother fussed over him, alternating between cuddling him and dabbing at his wounds with an old cloth. His father paced the room, flexing his hands in rage. Uncle Henry stood in the corner of the room, watching with a quiet anger.

"I want whoever did this executed," Jitka demanded of her husband, stroking her son's hair, "people cannot go around attacking nobles like this."

"He started it, Jitka," Hans had stopped pacing but was still clearly tense, "there will be punishment but he must set an example," he addressed Heinrich directly, then, trying to avoid sounding too much like Hanush, "you nearly killed the other lad, Heinrich. You should be behaving like a nobleman! This isn't like you."

The heir bowed his head and refused to explain himself, his fists clenched tightly in his lap. Henry could see the boy was struggling, holding back from telling them the full story.

"Heinrich, is everything okay?"

Jitka scoffed, turning to Henry, "stay out of this, Henry. This is a family matter. It's likely you he learned this kind of behaviour from. Punch first, ask questions later."

"Enough," Hans snapped, sensing Henry was about to retaliate. This wasn't about the three of them right now. He looked to his wife authoritatively, "you're upset, Jitka. Calm yourself and have someone send for the sawbones."

"But-"

"Now," Hans' tone left no room for argument but Jitka made sure he knew she was unhappy, storming from the room and slamming the door behind her. Once he was sure she was gone, Hans let out a deep sigh and moved to sit beside his son, "alright. She's gone. Tell us."

Heinrich looked up, his gaze flitting between his father and godfather. He wrung his hands nervously as he let out a sigh.

"Marek got what he deserved," Heinrich started, running a shaky hand through his hair, "he was talking shit, saying the reason I don't have siblings is because..." he hesitated and Henry didn't even need to hear him speak to know what he was about to say, "because you would rather fuck uncle Henry than mother. That you were bad Christians and sinners and dirty just because of who you choose to love," Heinrich breathed deeply, trying to calm himself as he looked at his damaged hands, "so I shut his stupid fucking mouth myself."

"Hopefully permanently," Henry sounded somewhat impressed. Hans chuckled despite himself. He quickly shook his head.

"No, we cannot encourage this behaviour," he wound an arm around his son's shoulder, pulling him close, "but this filthy sinner can have him thrown in the stocks. I'm sure he'd love that."

"What if he tells everyone?" Heinrich said, looking between them with a panicked expression, "they'll believe it because I attacked him."

"Yeah, sure," Henry chuckled, sitting the other side of Heinrich, "before your pa fell head over heels for me," Hans rolled his eyes but smiled fondly, "he had quite the reputation around here. Just ask the butcher."

"Very fucking funny, Henry."

"My point is," Henry said with a chuckle, ruffling the boy's hair sweetly, "it's going to be fine."

Heinrich nodded, reassured that he hadn't completely fucked things up and ruined the lives of his two most favourite men. He got to his feet painfully, hugging them both and leaving to find his mother and the physician.

Henry kept his eyes on the door as it swung shut behind Heinrich, his tone thoughtful, "is it appropriate for me to say it's really fucking attractive when you get all authoritative?"

"Always, dear Henry," Hans grinned smugly, patting Henry's knee, "always."

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[emyluwinter]

@kandlewick - the author is au. I hope I can tag you in the post?

The queries are too short for me. ahahaha

I really love your Janitor AY!

Can I throw some ideas on this bonfire? ahaha.

Malleus sometimes brings and leaves some tea for the Janitor. Not accepting any refusals or refunds. Sometimes it's a cookie or any treat that can be stored for a long time. Sometimes dried fruits. "I want to have our conversations over a nice cup of tea, which I really want to treat you to. Consider it my gratitude for your hospitality."

When Kalim started taking Master Chef courses, he often took leftovers back to the dorm.

“yeah. I know that you don't accept the excessive luxuries that my family has. But look! There's a good piece of meat here and it's burnt!"

The janitor doesn't mind this time. The food will go bad soon anyway, and the students here are too spoiled and arrogant. And they accept Kalim's efforts, seeing that he tries not to "go beyond an adequate budget". Sometimes they share food with Ruggie in exchange for coupons to the store or any cleaning products for the building.

You can argue with me, but Kalim's magic would be VERY useful.

-So…Can you make clean, drinkable water in unlimited quantities?

-yes. It's completely useless, I know… Kalim knows that his magic is just child's play compared to the other students. He was already used to another burden in his soul and here. His train of thought is interrupted like a train. -Don't talk nonsense. Water for drinking, for bathing, for washing dishes, for cleaning surfaces. Hmm…If we get an old pump, can we make a steam cleaner? Listen, you're going to be indispensable here. Can you imagine what a hassle it was to drown snow and ice in winter when the water in the pipes froze?

-I had to filter it through charcoal from the fireplace.. I still remember how she smelled like smoke. -Grimm complained.

-Filter… water… with coal?- Kalim asked in confusion. There were many new lessons waiting for him.

Can a Janitor be a good storyteller?

Ace and Kalim are still technically, studying. And the Janitor, by virtue of his abilities, reads a lot of books, encyclopedias, old documents that can be found in the library. If Are they not busy working or improving their standard of living, getting food or money or other responsibilities? They're reading. A lot. Before going to bed. After dinner, when there is free time.

The Janitor can't explain everything about magic. But, oh, the seven. Ace was ready to sit out the whole day if they explained to him the whole story of how a Janitor does it.

During the removal of clothes from the dryer after a lot of washing.

-That's it…means…

-The king was greedy to such an extent that his people couldn't stand it and staged a riot. The documents stated that they had used his own weapon against him. His castle became for him both a shield and an iron maiden with nails inside.

-How can they sabotage an entire castle?-

-The servants, Kalim. Those whose families are not noble and see the full horror of the king's rule in their house. Their decision to rebel remains positive without hesitation. If their family can't afford a crust of damn mouldy bread. While the king signs a new decree on taxes. They're coming up with a plan. Take out all the supplies that they themselves have been replenishing all this time. To talk to the knights, those who have a head on their shoulders with the thoughts that the king will take them to the coffin faster than to the paradise of abundance. Locked in the castle alone with his entourage.

-And the king remains without protection and without food!

-And then they lock him up like an animal in a cage! It's creepy. It turns out that they left him no choice but to agree to their terms?

-History knows other cases. Both the smarter ones and the stupid ones, as well as the senselessly bloody ones.

-Aah! Please wait! I'm out of ink in my pen, I won't have time to write it down.

Ace and Kalim proudly showed the Janitor their improved grades in the subjects they explained to them. They have a separate cork board that stands on the floor, fastened somehow with nails. but he holds all the successes of the two dorm students as world medals.

I think Epel will turn to the Janitor at some point because they have an entire building that can be used as a warehouse for the surplus from his village. How did the student know?

Rook, of course. This guy brings various books, mostly poetry, poetry and fiction. Sometimes it's useful to take your mind off heavy books and do something light and simple so that your brain doesn't boil over with information.

Of course, the Janitor gets a couple of boxes for free as payment for renting a couple of unused rooms.

[pohtaytoh]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗬/𝗟/𝗡

*ೃ༄ Megan Skiendiel x f!reader

Everyone ships Megan Skiendiel with your brother Gabriel, convinced they're endgame. He's always taking credit for the sweet gestures that make Megan swoon, and she totally believes he's the one. But you, Y/N Y/L/N, have been secretly head over heels for Megan for years. You're the one leaving those thoughtful gifts and sending those encouraging messages, watching your brother bask in the glory.

But as Megan starts spending more time with you, she can't shake this feeling. Now Megan's wondering if the person she's really meant to be with has been right in front of her all this time.

part: one. two. three. <four.> five. six.

Y/N Y/L/N felt like she was floating or maybe, she was living inside a very delicate, beautiful bubble.

Megan’s words, whispered under the old mango tree, kept playing in her mind. "You just get me... I actually feel more like myself when I'm with you more than I do... with anyone else."

And then, that last quiet, almost sad thought from Megan. "Gabriel's great... but sometimes it feels like he's acting... it doesn't always feel real, you know? But with you, it's always real. Always."

It was a dangerous feeling, this hope. For years, Y/N had felt like a ghost, watching the girl she loved be charmed by her brother, accepting the deep ache as her normal but now? Now, Megan was seeing her. Truly seeing her. It was scary and wonderful all at once.

Y/N’s heart hammered a wild beat against her ribs, a mix of pure joy and utter panic. “Is this real? Can this really be happening?” she wondered, rubbing her temples, trying to calm the storm of feelings inside her.

The change wasn't like a sudden, loud boom. It was more like a slow, steady tide coming in, gently washing away the old ways. Megan started seeking Y/N out even more often. It wasn't just about needing help with a class anymore. It was about needing Y/N's presence, Y/N's thoughts, Y/N's quiet way of understanding everything.

Megan had stopped looking for the showy gestures and started looking for the real connection. She realized that Y/N saw the parts of her that Gabriel never seemed to notice. Y/N saw her quiet joys, her silly thoughts, her true worries and that felt like a breath of fresh air.

One afternoon, Y/N was sitting by the big window in the student lounge, sipping a cold calamansi juice and trying to finish a very tricky essay. She was frowning, staring hard at her laptop screen, feeling completely stuck.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested lightly on her shoulder, making her jump. "Lost in thought, Y/N/N?" Megan's voice was soft, playful, very close behind her. Y/N turned, startled, her heart doing its usual little flutter-kick. Megan was holding two cups of coffee, steam gently rising from them.

"Megs! You scared me!" Y/N laughed, a little breathless, her hand flying to her chest. "Yeah, this essay is totally fighting me. I'm trying to explain why ancient civilizations needed really good plumbing, and honestly, it's less exciting than it sounds."

Megan giggled, a bright, clear sound that made Y/N's whole world feel a little lighter, like sunshine breaking through clouds. She slid into the seat beside Y/N, pushing one of the coffee cups closer.

"Here, I figured you might need a boost. Gabriel was going to get us coffee, but he got distracted by a new video game ad on his phone. He literally just stopped mid-sentence. So, I just grabbed them myself." There was a tiny roll of her eyes as she said Gabriel's name, but it was playful, not mean.

Y/N’s eyebrows went up slightly. “Gabriel got distracted? And Megan just… went without him? That's definitely new.”

"Thanks, Megs," Y/N said, taking a grateful sip of the coffee. It was exactly how she liked it – black, no sugar. Megan always remembered these small things.

"So about that essay, I was thinking that I will write it this way, if your water system fails, everyone gets sick, right? No one wants a city full of sick people. So, good plumbing means a healthy, strong city, ready to conquer the world!" Y/N tried to make a silly, serious face, doing her best to inject some humor into the very boring topic.

Megan burst out laughing, a full, joyful sound that echoed lightly in the lounge.

"Oh my god, Y/N, you're brilliant! See, that’s what I mean! You take something totally boring and make it make sense, and even make me laugh while doing it. If it were Gabriel, he would say, 'It's a sanitation thing, just write about that, Megs.' So helpful, right?" Megan shook her head again, a soft, amused smile on her face as she looked at Y/N.

"He’s great, he’s fun, but sometimes... he just misses the whole point, you know?" Her eyes met Y/N’s, a shared understanding passing between them, a warmth that had nothing to do with the hot coffee.

It was in these small, everyday moments that their closeness truly bloomed. Study sessions in the library became less about Y/N "helping" Megan and more about them just studying together because it was simply better, more fun, with each other.

They'd sit across from each other at a big table, notes spread out everywhere, but every now and then, Megan would toss a crumpled paper ball at Y/N, or doodle a silly monster on Y/N's notepad.

"Hey, Y/N/N," Megan whispered one afternoon, her voice barely audible over the quiet rustle of pages. "Do you think a historical economist from the 1800s would have TikTok? Like, seriously."

Y/N looked up from her book, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. "Probably not, Megs. They were too busy writing super long, boring letters with fancy quill pens and no internet. Aside from that, they don't really have access to the internet yet."

"But imagine! All those dusty old dudes in powdered wigs doing silly dances while talking about trade routes!" Megan giggled, covering her mouth with her hand to muffle the sound. "Like, 'Here's my thoughts on the price of cotton!” The latter stated, doing a little dance move to add to her statement.

Y/N laughed, a genuine, joyful sound that echoed lightly in the quiet library. “That would be a sight to see,”

These were the funny conversations, the easy laughter, the silly jokes that started to fill Y/N's days. With Gabriel, it was always a show, a performance for others, something loud and attention-grabbing. With Megan, it was just... them. Unfiltered. Real. No pressure, no acting. Megan felt like she could finally relax. She started looking forward to these moments more than anything else. She knew Y/N wouldn't judge her for a weird thought or a silly idea.

One afternoon, a sudden, heavy downpour caught them by surprise as they were leaving a class. They huddled under the narrow overhang of a building, laughing as the rain hammered down, forming puddles on the ground.

"Well, this is just great," Megan sighed, running a hand through her damp hair, which was starting to curl from the humidity. "I totally forgot my umbrella. Gabriel probably has one, but he’s already halfway to the gym. Said he couldn't miss leg day."

“I can't believe that idiot would choose the gym over this gorgeous woman. I’ll cut off his legs so he’ll be missing both,” Y/N thought but kept it to herself.

"Hold on," Y/N said, digging into her backpack. She pulled out a small, foldable umbrella. It wasn't very big, just enough for one person, really. "It's not much, but it's better than nothing. We can share. Squeeze in!" she offered with a small grin.

Megan’s eyes widened slightly, a surprised, grateful look on her face. "You carry an umbrella everywhere? You're so prepared, Y/N! My hero!" she grinned, a genuine, delighted look that made Y/N’s chest warm.

"You never know when a sudden storm hits,” Y/N said, opening the umbrella. It was tight, but they managed to huddle close beneath it, their shoulders brushing as they started walking toward the dorms.

The rain created a cozy little world around them, muffling the sounds of the campus. Y/N could feel her heart pounding with their closeness.

Under the small umbrella, walking so close that their arms brushed with every step, they talked about everything and nothing. Megan shared a silly, rambling story about a tiny, very stubborn dog she once had, and Y/N told her about her embarrassing first attempt at baking bread that ended up looking like a rock.

They laughed, their voices hushed by the steady drumming of the rain. Y/N could feel Megan’s arm brush hers, the gentle warmth of her body next to her, the faint, clean scent of her shampoo. It wasn't just physical closeness, it was an emotional closeness that felt breathtakingly new and real. Megan felt truly at peace beside Y/N, a comfort she hadn't realized she was missing.

Megan also started to open up more about her deeper worries, things she never shared with Gabriel. One evening, as they shared a late-night delivery of noodles in Y/N's dorm room, Megan confessed her fears about her upcoming soccer tryouts for a national team.

"What if I'm not good enough, Y/N?" she whispered, her voice small, almost unheard over the slurp of noodles. "Everyone expects me to be amazing, but what if I let them down? What if I fail?"

Y/N reached out, gently touching Megan’s arm, a soft, comforting squeeze. "Hey," she said softly, her voice firm, looking directly into Megan's anxious eyes.

"You are Megan Skiendiel. You are one of the most talented, hard working people I know. You don't 'let people down.' You inspire them. You inspire me. Every single day and even if you don't make that team, you're still incredible. Your worth isn't tied to a tryout, Megs. It's tied to who you are."

Megan looked at her, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "No one's ever said that to me before," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"Everyone always just says 'you'll crush it' or 'just push harder.' Gabriel just says, 'Don't worry, Megs, you're a shoe-in, stop stressing.' But you actually... you actually see how much it means to me, and you don't just brush it off. You understand."

She leaned her head lightly on Y/N's shoulder for a moment, a moment so intimate and unexpected that Y/N’s entire body went still, her heart aching with a tenderness so vast it almost hurt.

It was these moments, built on shared laughter, deep talks, silly jokes, and quiet comfort, that Megan started truly understanding the difference between Gabriel's effortless charm and Y/N's genuine, steady presence.

Y/N wasn't performing, she was just being and Megan felt safe enough to be herself with Y/N, truly and completely. She saw that Y/N remembered the small things, listened to the big things, and understood the quiet things in between.

Y/N felt a constant, dizzying battle inside her. The soaring hope that Megan might, just might, feel something more for her than friendship and the crushing fear that it was all a dream or that Gabriel would somehow ruin this too, just like he always did.

Every time Gabriel would casually greet Megan or throw an arm around her in public, Y/N would feel a cold dread creep into her stomach. Now, she noticed Megan's reactions. Sometimes, Megan would stiffen slightly when Gabriel touched her. Sometimes, her smile for him would be a little less bright, a little more forced, like she was wearing a mask.

"Gabriel's just so... busy, lately," Megan sighed one day, watching him walk away after a quick, hurried conversation with her, where he seemed more interested in his phone than her words.

"He's always got something going on. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a side note in his very exciting life. Like I'm not really important to him, not truly."

Y/N just listened, offering a quiet nod, her heart aching for Megan's unspoken sadness. She didn't want to badmouth her brother, even if her heart screamed for the truth to come out but Megan was seeing it for herself.

The subtle differences between Y/N’s quiet sincerity and Gabriel’s showy charm were becoming glaringly obvious to Megan. Gabriel’s charm was wide, reaching everyone, but shallow. Y/N’s kindness was deep, personal, meant just for Megan.

The breaking point, or perhaps, the breakthrough came during the university's annual "Talent Night." Gabriel was performing a cover of a popular song, and, as usual, he was the center of attention, soaking up the cheers.

Megan was there, cheering loudly, her voice bright, but Y/N noticed her eyes kept wandering. They kept finding Y/N, who was sitting a few rows back, mostly hidden in the shadows, quietly enjoying the show, a small smile on her face.

After Gabriel’s performance, which got a huge roar of applause, he went straight to Megan, pulling her into a big, public hug, posing for photos with a wide, confident grin. Megan smiled, but Y/N saw a flicker of something in her eyes, a fleeting tiredness, a faint shadow that looked like a sigh.

A few minutes later, Y/N decided to slip out for some fresh air. The auditorium was hot and noisy. She walked towards the quiet courtyard, the sounds of cheering fading behind her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, trying to make sense of all the swirling emotions inside her.

"Y/N!" a voice called out, making Y/N jump. She turned, surprised, her heart leaping into her throat, to see Megan running towards her, her face flushed, her hair falling across her eyes, looking a little breathless.

"Megs? What are you doing out here? Aren't you with Gabriel? He just finished his song," Y/N asked, confusion mixing with the sudden, overwhelming rush of hope.

Megan stopped in front of her, breathing a little heavily, but her eyes were shining, filled with a newfound clarity. "I needed a break," she confessed, a small, wry smile on her face.

"It's all so loud sometimes and Gabriel... he's great, but sometimes I feel like I can't breathe when he's around, like I have to be 'on' all the time, playing a part." She paused, her gaze settling on Y/N, soft and deep, like a warm blanket. "I was looking for you."

Y/N’s breath hitched. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought Megan must surely hear it. "You were looking for... me?"

Megan nodded, stepping a little closer, her hand slowly reaching out. The air between them suddenly felt thick, charged with unspoken feelings, a silent electricity.

"Yeah because you're quiet, because you just... listen and you see me. All of me. Not just 'Megan Skiendiel, the soccer star' or 'Gabriel's girl.’" Her voice dropped, a vulnerable whisper that tore at Y/N's heart in the best way possible.

"You see Megan Skiendiel, the person with all the messy thoughts and silly jokes and secret fears. The one who just wants to be understood." She reached out, her hand gently touching Y/N's arm, sending a jolt through Y/N's entire body, like a spark of pure light.

"And honestly, Y/N? I think... I think I like that person a lot more. The one who is just... you."

The words hung in the cool night air, clearer than any song Gabriel had ever sung. Y/N felt a tear escape her eye, tracing a warm path down her cheek.

It wasn't a sad tear. It was a tear of pure, overwhelming relief. Megan wasn't just seeing her, she was choosing her. Not with grand words of love yet, but with something far more profound, genuine understanding, deep connection, and a quiet, undeniable preference for Y/N's realness over anyone else's show.

In that moment, under the quiet stars, Y/N knew, with a trembling certainty that settled deep into her bones, that the game had finally changed.

But then, a voice, sharp and cold, sliced through the quiet bubble they had created.

"Megan?"

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a/n: Please let me know your thoughts! that would really help me and if you got requests, don't hesitate to click that ask button, I don't bite.

[sparklingpaintwater]

@chromeheartsbaby @asgard23 @qversazex

here y’all go!

we really could’ve been living young, wild, and free

pairing | rafe cameron x black!fem!reader

warnings | cursing, kids?, marriage, adultery, violence (hoes are getting slapped), the pogues, r*thie mentioned

you woke up to violet crying. you sat up and glanced at the analog clock on the wall: 4:08. groaning, you stretched over caleb to pick her up. she was hungry, most likely. you were trying to wean her off of breastfeeding, but because of the night's events, you just let her. you patted her back to soothe her whimpers. you heard a knock on the front door that you knew could only come from your sister-in-law, sarah cameron.

you shuffled exhaustedly to the front door, disarming the alarm, and unlocking the door. sarah, pope, and kiara stood in front of you, blankets, flowers, and food in their hands.

you let them in. it was almost comical how they were able to find these items at this hour. "how the hell did y'all manage to get this shit?" you whispered as kiara put everything down to give you a hug.

"pope made some lasagna yesterday and i made you all some breakfast before we left. john b picked the flowers from the garden as soon i told him the news." sarah explained, enclosing you as well. pope joined in, giving you a kiss on the head. you and pope were cousins removed. his aunt married your uncle but divorced when pope was nine and you were eleven. still, you managed to stay close and still affectionately call each other family. they let go of you.

violet fell asleep on your breast. you unlatched her and allowed her to lay her head on your shoulder. the three young adults watched you as if you were made of glass. “thank you guys for coming,” you fixed your shirt, squirming under their gaze. you felt pitiful in front of them.

"um, there's bedrooms down that hall. i'm going to try and sleep a bit more if vi lets me. y'all fill free to invite jj and john b in the morning," you said softly. more tears fell down your face.

"come 'ere," kiara consoled, sarah taking violet from you so kiara could hold you tight. sarah and pope went to put violet back down to sleep. you let out an anguished scream in kiara's shoulder, muffling the shrill noise. you cried as hard as you possibly could, your chest burning from the lack of air you had from the sobs. every single moment you had with rafe was tainted after the view of that video. from your wedding to your anniversaries, stained with the haunting idea of his lips, his hands, being on another woman. the physical manifestation of his vows to be loyal to you and only you were tarnished when his left hand graced her skin.

kiara gently rubbed your back, repeating the mantra "i've got you." you used to babysit kiara when you were a preteen. hell, you guided her through most of her life. she was the one who introduced you to rafe when she was visiting sarah's house in their early high school years. you held kiara's hand when she cried about falling out with sarah cameron. and now she was holding you as everything you knew about your husband fell apart. eventually, your cries turned into small whimpers, and you faded back into sleep.

you woke up on the couch, hearing kipper the dog play on the tv. you sit up, seeing caleb play with violet on the carpet in front of you. you place your feet on the ground and crawl to join them. "hey guys, good morning!" you greet, clearing your throat of the hoarseness it had. didn't help, but it made it sound better.

"hi mommy!" caleb grinned, pushing a toy car across the floor. violet played with her brother, attempting to push the small cars along with him.

"where are sarah, kie, and pope?" you questioned, picking up a green car to play with them.

caleb continued playing. "they went to go shopping and told me to watch vivi." your son said simply. of course they thought a six year old could watch a toddler. you rolled your eyes.

"i'll talk to them about that later. i'll be right back. are you hungry?" you questioned, getting off the carpet to go to the bedroom.

"yes ma'am!" caleb responded loudly. you picked up your phone and turned it on. instantly, your phone buzzed. twenty missed calls from rafe. four voicemails. twenty text messages.

"okay baby. here i come!" you called back. you opened the first voice message.

"hey honey. where are you? where are the babies? call me back, sweetheart."

"y/n, i'm getting worried. did something happen?"

"y/n, why did you leave your ring here? i'm getting scared. is everything okay? please call me."

"y/n, please call me. baby, i'm worried. i'm going to call around to see if anyone's seen you. are caleb and violet with you? please call me, honey. i'm worried sick."

rafe was frantic in his last message, you could hear his footsteps pacing the oak wood floors in the house.

you re-entered the living room, picking up violet to put her in the high chair you left at this house. caleb found a seat next to her in a dining chair as you went to the kitchen to warm up the food the pogues made for you all.

you opened the tupperware to find eggs, waffles, and bacon. you warmed the food, put it in the the appropriate plates for the kids. you served caleb and violet, supervising them. you couldn't bring yourself to eat. just then, you heard another knock. a different knock than sarah’s.

you got up and glanced through the peephole. it was your cheating husband standing outside, purple bags under his eyes. he hadn't slept. good.

you opened the door. rafe sighed with relief, trying to embrace you. "baby," he said, walking forward. you put a hand up, and stepping outside of the house. you closed the door behind you. rafe stared at you, confused. crack! you slapped him with all of your might. your hand stung from the impact. rafe stumbled back. his face had a red handprint stamped on it. a small trail of blood leaked out of his nose.

"what the-why did you slap me?" rafe snapped, looking at you incredulously.

you scoffed. "why did i slap you? you have some fucking nerve."

"i have some nerve? i come home, you aren't there, our kids aren't there, your car is gone, and you don't answer the damn phone? on top of that you're in columbia without a soul knowing!" rafe spat, walking up to you aggressively.

"did you forget about your night with ruthie?" you retorted. the color drained from rafe's face.

"yeah. i'm up at two a.m., waking up in a pool of sweat because i didn't feel your body next to mine. then i get a video from an unknown number of you making out with ruthie," you continue with bile in your speech. rafe's eyes widen. "how long?"

"w-what?" rafe muttered, shocked.

"i ask you something now you fucking choke up. how long have you been cheating on me, motherfucker?!" you bellowed. you couldn't contain your wrath. "you could at least tell me how long you've been sleeping in her bed, staying out late, something!"

rafe tongued his cheek. he couldn’t make eye contact with you. "two months." he mumbled, embarrassed. you chuckled coldly. your eyes began to betray you, hot tears sliding down your cheeks.

"get the fuck out of my sight." you told him. rafe stood there, tears in his eyes.

"what about us?" rafe asked dejectedly.

"what about us! you decided to let that go out the window when you started seeing that bitch. and your shitty friends kept it from me too. so fuck them too." you seethed, pointing a finger in his chest.

"you don't have to talk about her like that." rafe puttered.

you laughed bitterly. “she can go to hell. and so can you. fuck you, rafe." you barked.

" y/n-"

"nah. you don't get to ‘y/n’ me. you made a promise- to our kids, to God, to me! and you broke it. for her. you told me not to worry and i trusted you. i fucking trusted you. and this is what i fucking get,” you shouted, crying. “i wanted to grow old with you. i wanted to watch our children grow together and become parents themselves. i wanted to retire with you. i quit my fucking life for you. for you.

“all you had to do was stay faithful. and i guess that was too damn hard for you.”

tears escaped from rafe's eyes.

"i'm sorry." he whispered.

"i'm sorry for having high expectations for you. leave. now." you couldn’t yell anymore. you knew you had already alerted caleb with your yelling by this point.

"can i at least see the kids?" rafe choked out, his voice wavering.

"i'll think about it." sniffling, you crossed your arms.

“baby, please. i’m sorry. please, i-i-i made a mistake. it was stupid-”

“save it, rafe. i could give two shits. get out of my sight.” you demanded, pointing to the gate. you began to go back into the house.

rafe tried to approach you. he was desperate. he grabbed your arm to stop you.

“please-“

you whipped around, swinging a perfect right hook to his jaw. it connected, knocking rafe off his equilibrium, causing him to fall onto the gravel driveway.

rafe groaned, writing on the rocks. it pained you to see him like that. but you knew if you helped him up, you would forgive him. so you turned around and went back into the house, locking the door behind you. caleb ran up to you, noticing your puffy, irritated eyes.

“mama? you okay?” he questioned. you bent down to his level and hugged your son. he hugged you back as tight as his small frame would allow. you picked him up and walked to violet’s highchair, scooping her up as well. violet babbled happily, chanting “dada.”

“i heard daddy. is he here?” caleb inquired, one of his little hands on your face.

“let’s take a nap, yeah?” you suggested, dodging the question. caleb nodded his head sleepily. you put them down for a nap, closing the door behind you. you sighed heavily. all you could do was stare at your wedding picture framed on the wall, your worst nightmare playing our right in front of your eyes. sliding down the wall, you plopped down onto the cool hardwood flooring. you pulled your phone from your pocket and immediately got to work. you emailed your lawyer, demanding a gag order on the club that rafe and ruthie were in, making sure that they couldn’t release the footage themselves. you would be damned than let the public know that rafe cameron cheated on you. you turned your phone off and went back to staring at the picture.

you were now completely numb.

[serqphites]

Vamp vicky neuman fic... I beg...

I GOT YOUUUU!!! the vamp brain rot needs to be studied like i literally cannot get it out of my head. first vicky req in what feels like years<3 in this i just got rid of her powers bc i just wanna focus on the vampire part:) also in my mind they live in somewhere like forks in this! sorry i'm a twilight girly at heart 🤷🏽‍♀️

18+, mdni, vic goes down on r while they are on their period, cannibalism mentions, murder mentions, blood mentions obviously, lmk if i missed anything!

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⋆.˚ okay now we’ve all heard of cocky vampire vic, but what about ashamed vamp vic? the woman who lays awake at night, watching you closely as you sleep. she is finally relaxed, chest unmoving as she no longer has to focus on 'breathing'. her gaze is fixated on your peaceful expression, while in her mind she contemplates your future together, almost arguing back and forth with herself. it's something she wants more than anything, more than she wants her humanity to belong to her for even a second longer, but is it even a possibility? is she even allowed to dream for a moment of spending the rest of her your life with you? could she go through with that, watching you grow old and eventually pass on, all while she doesn't look a day older than when you met?

⋆.˚ the time you found out is something she will never forget. how could she have been so stupid, so careless?

midnight cravings when she hasn't hunted in weeks are always disastrous for her, the thought of sinking her fangs into an unsuspecting deer keeping her mind more distracted than she'd ever like to admit. she remembers turning over to check her alarm clock, the neon red beams bouncing off of the walls surrounding her. 2:34am. she could be gone and back in half an hour, and you wouldn't know a thing, right? she couldn't have been more wrong if she tried, and the moment she realised this was when she snook back through the front door to your shared home, only to come face to face with you stood at the foot of the stairs, the blinding light of the torch from your phone causing her to flinch, "jesus baby, you tryin' to blind me?" she chuckles nervously, looking up once you've lowered your phone. your face says it all, mouth slightly ajar, eyes wide, face pale. it's in that moment that she remembers she is covered in blood, trickles of it still pouring from her mouth, staining the pajama shirt you'd bought her a few birthdays ago. it takes a lot of convincing for you to stop freaking out and just sit down with her so she can explain herself, and so she makes you promise to her you won't do anything until she's cleaned up and changed her shirt. your mind is on autopilot at this point, and you're not even sure what exactly you've just promised you won't do as victoria scurries off upstairs. thoughts race through your mind a million miles a second: is my girlfriend a murderer? is she a psychopath? is she a fucking cannibal!? after what feels like hours (realistically it was under 7 minutes) victoria makes me way, slowly, into the living room where she left you. she takes a hesitant seat beside you, eyes glued to your oak coffee table, "thank you... for staying." "why were you covered in blood, vic? why? are- are you some kind of murderer or something!?" you jump straight to the point, tone harsh and confused, partly scared. "no baby no!," victoria turns to you with furrowed brows, reaching out to take your hands into her own. you let her. "it's something i should have told you way too long ago, i was just, hell i don't know. i was scared." "vicky, i'm scared. you have to tell me what it is, please." you're begging at this point, pleading with her to just open up and quiet the theories circling your mind. surely there's some reasonable explanation to this whole ordeal. "i'm... i'm a vampire." (and now i'm cutting it short here because at this rate it'll end up just being a one-shot LMAO)

⋆.˚ as you get more and more used to the fact your girlfriend is a vampire, you can't help the drizzle of intrigue that comes along with it. you have so many questions to ask! i can picture it perfectly, being out on a walk through the woods with her, your lukewarm hand tensing in the grasp of her ice cold one.

"wait- how have you eaten breakfast and dinner with me everyday if you're a-" "i'm not just limited to blood, you know? just because i don't need food, doesn't mean i can't have food." she cuts you off, perfectly stopping you before you can blurt out exactly what she is. nodding, your eyes scan your surroundings, and you catch a glimpse of a squirrel climbing it's way up a tree. "hey! can you eat those?" you turn to her before whipping back to face the direction you spotted the squirrel in, arm extending to point over at it. "i could, but i wouldn't." "why's that?" "not good enough, they hold barely enough blood to keep me full for an hour, they're a light snack at best." she looks to you with a gentle smile, honestly enjoying how your interest has peaked in her... lifestyle.

⋆.˚ now it's time for the nsfw part... and shoot me but i cannot stop thinking about vamp!vicky eating you out on your period. also going with a sinners vibe, imagine the glowing eyes in the dark... anyone else soaked ahahaha what

imagine your hands in her hair, her face buried so deep in your blood soaked pussy you're surprised she can even breathe. well, until you remember she doesn't actually need to breathe (easily the best part about her vampirism, she never needs to come up for air). you roll your hips into her face as her tongue works wonders on your swollen clit, your head rolling back with a spew of curses following. "fuck babe- right there- yeah right there- so fucking good!" the words leave your mouth without you even trying to speak, and from the finger vicky adds to your tight as anything vagina, she clearly fucking liked it. you manage to lift your head long enough to look down at her, her arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping them in an unnaturally firm hold. glowing eyes meet your own in the darkness of your bedroom, and for just a moment she pulls away to smirk up at you, a mixture of blood and slick coating her lips and all the way down to her chin. the sight alone makes you feel like climaxing.

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[nezuswritingdesk]

aspen's first bowlcut

tags: domestic fluff, family content, just overall fluff and happy stuff, papa zayne and mama reader (in this fic, reader is gender neutral but gets called mama by aspen), part of my lads parenting au, possibly ooc zayne, not proofread

a/n: helloo everyone! based on the polls last time , the zayne parenting au won so that means we'll be able to see little aspen once more with his father! for anyone new here or unfamiliar as to who aspen is, he's zayne's eldest son (based on my parenting au which you can read here if you wanna know more about him). additionally, this post was inspired by this one i made early onto my acc)

i'm sorry that it took so long for me to finish it, im still stuck in writer's block and i was still busy with uni augh and i kept on rotting instead of writing, im sorry it took too long i hope its okay

wc: 1.0k (1,092) words

content warnings: a very cute little boy, the overall asian childhood experience of a bowlcut, zayne thinking about his growing baby boy whos still a tiny marshmallow in his eyes,

“Mama!” Aspen calls out to you.

 You had placed his younger sister, Aurora, down for a quick afternoon nap, and was heading back to the living room when he called. Little Aspen sits down on the floor, legs cross, and his hazel eyes going through photos of his father, Zayne , that his parents–Aspen’s grandparents, had sent from when Zayne was little. 

“Yeah sweetheart, whats up?” You answer, approaching him. You sit down beside him, your eyes going through the various photos of your husband as well.

 Aspen holds up one to you. It was of Zayne, perhaps when he was around the age of five, his round cheeks makes him look like a chipmunk storing food, his bright hazel eyes shine through the decades old photo, but what made Aspen curious is Zayne’s hair.  It was a bowlcut. 

“Mama, why is papa’s hair like that?” He asks. 

“Like what, honey?” You ask back. He points at the photo again. You nod your head. 

“That was papa’s hair when he was younger,” You explain, “I remember when he came to play with us and your uncle Caleb starts to laugh at his face. He calls papa Coconut head.”

“ Papa nut?” He asks. 

You stifle a laugh, “Something like that, hon.” 

“ I want that.” You pause, trying to see if you heard it properly. Aspen, your sweet respectful and kind boy that looks and acts like his father, wants a bowlcut. Just like his father when he was little too. 

“A bowlcut?” 

He nods. “Can I, mama?” 

“If you want so, honey. You can get a haircut like that. Do you wanna surprise papa with it?” 

He nods excitedly, clapping his hands. “I wanna have coconut hair! I want coconut hair, mama!” 

You smile, nodding along. “Are you sure about that, honey?” 

He nods, certain of his decision. You nod along, telling him that he can get his haircut during the weekend, giving it time to settle before heading back to kindergarten on Monday. 

Aspen couldn’t wait till Saturday. 

All he talked about was his upcoming haircut to anyone who’d listen- his parents, Aurora, his teacher, his best friend, Thalassa, anyone. His eyes light up with excitement, counting down the day till he can get the haircut he desires. 

On a Saturday afternoon, you brought him to the hair salon you’d brought him since, asked the usual hairdresser Aspen liked, and waited patiently with other waiting parents, kids, and everyone in between. Aspen sits down in a blue car, looking ecstatic.

“What haircut do you want kiddo? Did you bring a picture?” You can hear the hairdresser ask Aspen. Aspen looks to your direction, his black hair tousling as he glances over at you with the same excitement he and his father have when a tasty macaron was offered. 

“Can you show it to them, mama?” Aspen asks. You nod, getting up to stand behind him and get the old photo of Zayne that he insisted as reference. The hairdresser cracks a smile before nodding. 

“You want a bowlcut like your papa, kiddo?” The hairdresser asks him. He nods. “I want coconut hair! Like papa!” 

You and the hairdresser laugh again. 

“Alright then kiddo, let’s make that possible.”

The hairdresser begins to work through Aspen’s thick hair, a gift from both you and Zayne. Aspen tries his best to stay still, occasionally giggling from the feel of scissors brushing past against his hair. He talks to the hairdresser, telling him everything that had happened the past few days– how he read books, played with his sister, the shows he liked on TV, anything to keep the hairdresser company and with a bundle of stories. 

You had been bringing him to the same hairdresser and salon since his first haircut, making him comfortable and assimilated with others, resulting in his little chatterbox self breaking free from his usual quiet and shy nature. 

After a few minutes later, the hairdresser takes the cape off Aspen’s neck. 

“Tada, a bowlcut like your papa!” The hairdresser beams. Aspen gasps in awe, his eyes glued to the mirror as he admires his new haircut. His bangs went across his face, and the length was equal. It made his chubby cheeks even rounder like a round marshmallow.  A very cute marshmallow. 

“I look like papa!” He beams, “But like…mallow papa…” He squishes his cheeks, gasping again before looking at the hairdresser once more, “Thank you!” 

You helped him down from the chair, paid the salon and left a tip to the hairdresser before leaving the salon, hand-in -hand with him.

“You like your hair, baby?” You ask, heading over to the bakery you and Zayne would meet up at. Aspen nods, his head bobbing. 

“I love it mama!” He beams, his smile reaching the ends of his cheeks. You nod, glancing down at him. He had that same smile Zayne has when he too was little, even if your husband claims that your son got yours. 

“I love it as well, it makes your cheeks even rounder like a cute marshmallow,” You remark, ruffling his hair, “Let’s go to your dad and sister, and get a macaron for your new haircut.” 

“Yay!” Aspen beams, walking alongside you as you both headed to the bakery where Zayne and Aurora were waiting. 

“Papa!!” Aspen beams, letting go of your hand as he runs to Zayne’s direction. You chase after him, calling his name but Aspen is faster, and immediately sits beside his father. 

“Look papa!” Aspen smiles, “Same hair!” 

Zayne laughs, ruffling his hair gently. Aurora was looking at her brother with a surprise and a bit confused expression, perhaps surprised by his haircut.

 Zayne smiles, seeing his son’s content and happy expression, knowing how much he loved the haircut. He observes Aspen’s eyes, the same hazel ones as his but is so full of life and excitement. He observed the way he talks, bubbly but gentle and kind. 

The same things Zayne was when he was younger.

 The same manners and personality that his parents adored, that his friends cherished, the same things you and the children love. 

All in the small body of a four-year old boy that he and you call their son. 

“Papaaaa” Aspen calls out to him, breaking Zayne’s train of thought, “Do you like my hair?” He asks softly. 

Zayne smiles, his vision a bit misty. He hums, softly placing his lips against Aspen’s forehead. 

“Mhm…we have the same hair now, Aspen. We have the same hair now.” 

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i’m so sorry if you’re sick of writing sub! greasers but i am saying grace and eating it up with no crumbs left behind. if you don’t wanna you don’t have to write any more but it would be greatly appreciated

More sub! The Sub apocalypse! Same rules apply as the last one, just the three older greasers but I'll think about writing for the other 2 boys.

Submissive Greaser kinks! (I'm running out of head canons here, but keep eating!)

Darry Curtis:

Big fan of oral, adores you telling him what feels good and what he's doing right. Darry also loves when you go down on him, praising him between orgasms.

Yes, Orgasm is plural and I'll explain. DARRY LOVES OVERSTIMULATIONNN!!! It shuts his brain off, ensures that his worries aren't at the front of his mind.

Darry isn't a big fan of anything that'll hurt him, nothing that good should hurt so badly, that's his philosophy. So impact play, knife play, blood play, etc. etc. are off the table.

Darry loves watching you, so he's not okay with blindfolds. But he's alright with a little bit of bondage, mainly having his legs tied down but not his hands as he wants to touch you.

Adores when you just let him relax. Like slow sensual sex, it's something that he genuinely adores after a rough day at work or a hard time with the gang, it's like his wind down time with you.

He's also a big fan of being used for pleasure. He gets a kick out of it, knowing that he's useful for more than just taking care of his family.

Keith Two-bit Mathews:

Gagging, bondage, yes please! Be in control, don't give him any control. Just do what you want within the boundaries that you both agreed upon.

Some days Two Bit is a brat, like big brat so sure that he's in control. Other days Two Bit doesn't want to put up a fight, he just wants you to take control and make him feel good. It's a lot better than drinking sometimes.

If it's alright with you and you want it, he wants to be blind folded. It makes things more enjoyable in his eyes (or lack there of in this case). Mainly it's the surprise aspect of the whole thing, he likes not knowing where you're going to touch next.

Once in a blue moon, you can get to be the power bottom. Control when he moves, tell him what to do. Two bit also loves when this happens, at least this time his legs won't fall asleep from not being able to move.

He's okay with edging, like generally okay with getting edged. His favorite example of this was at the drive in. You're sitting in the back of a car, whether it's your car or one that he borrowed doesn't matter, point is you edged him until the end of the movie. It was the best feeling for him.

Fucking adores anything that you do when it comes to this kind of thing. If you use the toys he has on him then it's a win win case.

Dallas 'Dally' Winston:

This man, this man is the biggest brat of them all. Like worse than Two Bit, he's going to make it difficult for you to top him. It's nothing against you he just likes the fight.

Now Dally hardly subs, he's not really good at letting go and giving up his control. But when he does give up that control to you, he's trusting you to not make him regret this.

When he subs, he likes to be able to touch you, see you, and talk to you. So gagging, blindfolds, and bondage are off the table for him. Sorry babes.

Dallas also won't let you do anything that'll leave visible marks. He's got a reputation to keep up after all. He won't let anyone know he's a sub sometimes, it's better this way in his eyes. Now if you bite where it won't be visible, it's fine.

As I mentioned before, Dally doesn't own any toys and doesn't like to use them. He doesn't want them anywhere near him, not because he feels like he needs them, he just doesn't want them. He finds the idea off putting.

Another thing, you cannot get Dally to sub in front of anyone. That is a you and him thing, he won't do it.

[yellowhollyhock]

Round 4 of turtlecage25 has concluded!

On Friday June 27, the semifinals will take place.

Rise Leon v Archie Raphael

2003 Leo v Mirage Leonardo

The final contenders will then be allowed a weekend to prepare, and on Monday June 23

The last match determines the ultimate Champion!

Let's see some highlights from this last round!

Closest Fight:

03 Raph v Rise Leon

Biggest Landslide:

Archie Raphael vs IDW Mikey

Sibling Moments:

2003 Raph and Mikey had a good long talk about losing, winning, sportsmanship and family loyalty. Not that I, uh, listened in on their private conversation. That would be unethical. They both had some things to learn and ultimately both just really needed each other's support and forgiveness. I mean I'm guessing. We don't bug the rec rooms here. Anyway Donny got there just in time for the celebratory hug and was very confused.

Rise Leo explained his plan, and Raph has softened but Mikey and Donnie are more angry now. I'm sure it'll be fine.

2007 turtles are very excited about Mirage Leo's victory. His brothers are sitting with them, seeming to take the support of their teammate as an allyship.

Funny Moments:

... There really wasn't a lot of goofing around this Round. Archie Raph and IDW Mikey were having a good time! They probably had some really funny banter that I'm not clever enough to write--I mean, uh, that I didn't hear. Because the fighting arena also isn't bugged.

Loser Shout Out

03 Raph let's gooo! He really kept Leon on his toes. And this especially should be lauded because opponents who get into your head and make you wear yourself out was his exactly weak point in the show. He kept his head a good long while and very nearly won! In the end he wanted to go talk things out that have been sitting for a while more than he wanted to win.

btw don't forget about Mirage Raphael. He got out in Round 1 and has since been watching every fight like 'I could take those guys. I'll take 'em all next year.'

1987 Donatello! He's so pleased with himself for how far he did come and how close the fight was, he hardly seems upset about losing. He's signing autographs and annoying his brothers with stories (they were literally watching the whole time). He did say, and seemed sincere, that he's surprised none of the others made it that far, especially Leonardo. They're both fighters to keep eyes on in the future.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Bel removed her gloves with a solum expression: These kinds of things are completely normal for a first time pregnancy. You were barely five weeks along so it makes sense it would happen between now and the three months mark.

Adam blinked away tears, his baby was gone: H-How do I even tell him when he comes home? He's going to be so upset.

Bel: I can be there when you do, explain it like I did to you. I'm so sorry for your loss my Queen.

Melly escorted Adam back to his chambers, the bed freshly made and new night time clothes laid out.

Melly: I'm so sorry.....

Adam: It's not your fault. I just..... I was starting to look forward to having a baby.

He changed and sat on the edge of the bed.

Adam: If it's not too much to ask, can you stay with me? I'm not sure I can sleep now.

Melly nodded and pulled up a chair: I..... I'm not sure you're aware. But this isn't the first time this has happened.

Adam frowned: What do you mean?

Melly: You're not the King's first Queen.

That put a knot in Adam's stomach, did that mean the others were killed!?

Adam: I didn't know that.

Melly: You're his third.

Adam: What happened to the others?

Melly: His first wife, Queen Lilith he married when he was newly crowned King. It was a marriage more out of convenience than love so he said. They found out she could not have kids, so one night in the middle of the night she left him a note and disappeared. She felt like a failure to him not being able to have a baby so she left, wanting him to find better. They had been together roughly seven years. His next Queen was a lovely lady named Eve, who did in fact become pregnant.......

Adam could see her eyes clouded with a horrible memory.

Melly: When Eve was six months pregnant, she was out in the garden and picked one of the red apples for a snack. No one was around when she choked to death on it when she didn't chew it enough. His majesty found her there. They had only been married less than a year.

Adam: Oh my god..... That poor woman.

And poor Lucifer, the thought of finding someone, let alone your pregnant wife dead would be hard.

Adam: So he was really looking forward to this baby.....

Melly touched his hand gently: I'm sure he'll understand that this was just something out of your control.

Adam sure hoped so.

-

Lucifer sighed as he walked in the front doors of his palace, he really wished that Mammon and Ozzie would settle their petty affairs without him. He has enough to worry about.

When he got home he was expecting to see his Queen and relax, spend a little time together.

What he didn't expect was for both Adam and Bel to be waiting for him.

Lucifer: ...... What's wrong?

Adam's lip trembled: I...... I lost the baby.

To say that Lucifer was devastated was an understatement, as if his heart wasn't torn and ripped enough over the years. And he wasn't here to help Adam through it.

Maybe it was his karma for living how he did, but he makes no apologies for keeping his people safe.

Lucifer approached Adam: Are you alright? Doctor?

He wasn't angry, he was genuinely worried. He looked at Bel.

Bel: I'm so sorry your majesty, there was nothing that could have stopped this.

Adam could see the hurt in his eyes, Lucifer nodded and guided Adam to their room. Once the door was closed he did something that Adam didn't think he'd do.

He hugged him.

Lucifer: I'm sorry you went through that alone.

Adam teared up and Lucifer just held him as he cried silently, both of them mourning their baby.

When they got into bed, Lucifer held him and it felt nice. His touch was gentle as he ran fingers through his hair.

Had...... Had Adam been worried about nothing? He thought Lucifer would be pissed and blame him but he wasn't.

Soon, the touch helped him fall asleep.

-

Adam awoke in the early hours to an empty bed, but candle light was coming from the on suite bathroom and a small noise.

Getting up, he could see the door was cracked a tiny bit. Lucifer was sitting on the edge of the tub, his head in his hands.

Crying. He was crying and trying to keep quiet as to not disturb his Queen.

The Key to his Hardened Heart

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Adam breath was shaky as the maids fit him into his corset. Flattening out his chubby figure and making sure it gave off a proper hourglass.

Once that was completed he was then fitted into his dress.

A dress for what, one might ask?

Why for his wedding of course.

Soon enough he was sitting in front of his vanity while his servants finished with his make up and hair.

Making sure to eliminate even a whisker that rested on his face. Can’t have his betrothed displeased when he finally arrives to the alter.

A shiver went down his spine at the thought of the brute becoming upset. The same man who has desecrated villages, burn castles from foreign lands, and slaughtered people innocent or not.

The same warlord who he was meant to be marrying in an hour. Where he would then be whisked off to his castle in a land far from his own to live as his queen.

How could things have come to this moment?