#absolutely not from a lack of trying from the good things within my life to be clear not at all like. ik have sm great parts to my life

[caruliaa]

yk i think like. im trying desperately not to depress people around me w how close to doomerism i can veer but like. at a certain point its like. the effort and exhaustion that goes into maintaining just being alive in this world is not worth what comes from being alive and like. girlies we may have reached it. el oh el.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Kiss It Better (pt 2) 💋

That lipstick mark leads to a surprising turn of events 👀

a/n: Y’all didn’t think I was gonna leave it like that, did you? Ask and you shall receive: Kiss It Better pt 2! (Also! I’m having sooo much fun with these MOTA requests 🥹 feel free to send more in, or request other characters y’all think I should write for!)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Read pt 1 here!

Masterlist

You stopped into sickbay early the next morning, to catch up on paperwork.

The fact that you’d be able to see Buck was just a bonus; at least, that’s what you told yourself.

But when you stepped inside, there was already someone sitting at Buck’s bedside.

“Bucky,” you sighed with relief once your surprise had faded, “Should’ve known you’d stop by sooner or later.”

“He’s gonna be okay, right?” Bucky asked, and you could just make out worry lining his face as you approached.

“He’ll be fine,” you assured him, “The scrapes will heal up in no time, and after a week or so of rest he should be cleared to fly again.”

“Good,” Bucky nodded, shoulders visibly relaxing, “That’s good. Now, uh…”

A smirk appeared on his face. “Wanna tell me what this is all about?”

He tapped his forehead, and after a moment of confusion glancing between him and Buck, your eyes finally landed on the bright red outline of your lips somehow still visible on Gale’s forehead.

You felt heat flood your face, and you were suddenly hyperaware of the same red lipstick that you had painstakingly applied only an hour earlier.

“Oh. Oh! That. Well, um…” You tried to look anywhere but at Bucky and his sleeping friend as you explained, “Buck was a little out of it when he was brought in yesterday, and when I was explaining the protocol for his head wound he asked me to, uh… kiss it better.”

You silently prayed for the ground to open up and swallow you as Bucky just barely held back a snicker.

Noticing how uncomfortable you were, however, he quickly said, “No, sweetheart, it’s not you, it’s just…”

Bucky shook his head, seemingly in exasperation, “Of course it took a head wound to get this guy to ask you for a kiss.”

Your mind seemed to have trouble processing this, and for a moment all you heard was ask you for a kiss before you were able to reply with a confused, “I’m sorry, I— what?”

Bucky let out a soft laugh.

“I was really hopin’ I could get him to tell you himself, but at this rate we’ll be well into old age before that happens, so…” He took a deep breath.

Sensing that you should probably be sitting down for whatever he was about to say, you perched on the edge of Buck’s cot, trying very hard not to think about the mere inches between the two of you.

“I don’t know how you haven’t seen it, but Buck’s been head over heels for you since the first day he saw you, sweetheart.”

“I— But he’s never—”

“He was always goin’ on about being worried what telling you might do to your friendship,” Bucky explained with a shrug, “That’s just how he is. Tends to keep things bottled up inside. But seein’ you two just dance around each other for the past three months has been absolute torture, so this is me puttin’ an end to my misery once and for all.”

Bucky stood, giving you a friendly pat on your knee, “Tell him how you feel, sweetheart. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

He left with a wink, a smile, and a quip about not getting too handsy — “This is a hospital! People are trying to heal!” — that left you blushing.

And just like that, you were left alone with a sleeping Gale Cleven.

Unsure what to do, you simply stared at him for a moment, taking him in. He was so… unguarded in his sleep, despite the scrapes and bruises, and your heart went soft at the lack of worry lines that seemed to be ever-present when he was awake. You resisted the urge to run your fingers through his dirty blond hair, still mussed from the battle and from sleep, instead choosing to run your fingertips over the slightly faded lipstick mark on his temple.

You just barely managed to stifle a gasp when he stirred, but it was too late.

“Y/N?” Your name slipped drowsily from his lips, and a small thrill ran through you at the sound— until he seemed to wake more and corrected himself hurriedly. “I mean, Nurse L/N, um. Good morning.”

“Good morning, Major,” you replied, once again falling back into the safety of professionalism.

There was a bit of an awkward silence, neither of you wanting to disrupt the rare quiet of an early morning on base.

Buck eventually cleared his throat, looking determinedly at his blanket and nowhere else as he spoke.

“Yesterday… After the battle’s a bit of a blur, but unless I’m misremembering I might’ve asked you to, uh…”

His hand drifted almost automatically up to his forehead, and you couldn’t help a small laugh as you tracked the movement.

“Kiss it better?” You asked teasingly, hoping to get ahead of the inevitable embarrassment, “You did.”

You couldn’t help your eyes flicking to the imprint of your lips on his forehead, and Buck, observant pilot that he was, noted it instantly.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

And here you were once again wishing the ground would open up and swallow you as you wordlessly handed Buck a small mirror from your pocket.

“Oh, you actually…” His face turned beet-red, and he scrambled to apologize; “I’m sorry, you didn’t have to— you know I would never—”

“Hey,” you lowered the mirror, gently removing it from his grasp so his focus was on you, “I know. You were a little out of it, it’s alright. And you never know, it might’ve helped.” You couldn’t help but add with a teasing grin before asking with genuine concern, “How are you feeling now?”

He seemed to take stock of his condition internally before answering “A bit better, all things considered. I’ve got a friend who’s one of the best nurses on base, y’know.”

“Please, Major, I’m just doing my job,” you replied, avoiding his gaze as you waved away the compliment.

“No, really. I honestly—” He seemed to steel himself for something, his expression as he took a deep breath not unlike when they were called for a mission — pure determination.

“It got… pretty bad up there yesterday. And at first I was thinkin’… as long as we get the mission done, and the other boys get home safe, I don’t particularly care what happens to me. And then…” His fingertips edged towards yours, just as they had yesterday, “I got to thinking about you. About wanting to make it back to you, to tell you I—”

His voice faltered as his soft blue gaze met your own, and there was a beat of silence. Your own eyes were welling up with tears, but you blinked them back as best you could.

“Buck…”

You couldn’t quite form the words, so you decided to show him that you knew exactly what he was trying to say.

Taking his face in your hands, mindful of his head wound, you pressed your lips to his as gently as you could.

He froze, and for a moment you thought you’d made a horrible mistake. Was Bucky wrong? Was this his idea of a joke?

But then Gale was sitting up, leaning into you, pressing his lips to yours with a fierce tenderness. One scarred, callused hand came up to cup your cheek while the other — Gale Cleven, ever the gentleman — rested just above your waist, pulling you closer.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed there in that small bubble of bliss. It felt like an eternity that ended all too soon as the two of you parted for air.

“I never thought—” Buck let out a soft laugh, almost in disbelief, his nose brushing against yours, “I mean, I loved being your friend, but…”

“This is probably a good time to tell you that I’ve been absolutely head over heels for you since the moment we met,” you said, fighting back a blush.

“Finally!” A familiar voice came from the entrance to the hospital, “Only took you three months, but I’m happy for you two—”

You buried your face in Buck’s neck as he tossed a pillow at Bucky.

“Get outta here, Bucky, I’m trying to have a moment with my girl!” He called good-naturedly.

“I want all the details later!” He called back as he retreated to the safety of the hallway, “Congrats, sweetheart!”

You assumed that last part was aimed at you, but you were preoccupied with a different pair of words.

“Your girl, huh?” You said, meeting Gale’s gaze with a shy smile.

“Yeah,” he grins down at you, the scars doing nothing to diminish the joy on his face, “That is, uh… if you want.”

You briefly pressed your lips to his once again, the smile on your face all the answer he needed.

Pulling back to take in his smiling face, an idea came to you.

You leaned up to press a kiss right where the stain of your lipstick was still visible on his forehead.

Then again to the scar just between his eyebrows.

And again to the bruise just below his right eye.

You scattered kisses across all the scrapes, scratches, and bruises on his face. Buck spoke up as you pressed kisses to a series of shallow scrapes along his jaw.

“Not that I don’t, uh…” he began in a slightly strangled voice, “really like this, doll, but what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” You said, pulling away to meet his gaze for a moment before you pressed your lips to a scratch on the bridge of his nose, “I’m kissing it better.”

Buck let out the loudest, fondest laugh you’d ever heard from him, and your heart felt like it filled with pure sunshine at the sound.

“I knew there was a reason you were my favorite nurse,” he grinned, pulling you in for yet another tender kiss.

Buck our beloved 🥰 This was so much fun to write, I hope y’all enjoyed! 😊 Tagging a couple friends just for fun 🤍: @sassy-ahsoka-tano @mpmarypoppins @austinbutlermischief @austin-butlers-gf @dontbesussis

[notroosterbradshaw]

Oh thank you for the compliment :) i'm sure you could do it justice but maybe we could get some generic hangman fluff maybe with them at the beach and he looks out for her by putting sunblock on her and making sure she's eats lunch and stays hydrated and he's teasing her and being very playful with her? Thanks



Okie doke, you get your Hangman on the beach, nonny. I hope you enjoy! Hangman fluff awaits. Dagger Squad future fic.

You liked this new tradition you were able to share with Jake. Each year, around the same time depending on deployments, family commitments, you know the normal life stuff, Dagger Squad came from far and wide to try and get back to the beach for their annual defensive football game and bonfire. Mid-afternoon, the egos start running their mouths about which team will win, and what the stakes are (and the winners and partners always enjoyed the 200 push-ups for the losers and Fanboy's sigh at wishing he never mentioned it).

"Right here, baby?" Jake asked quietly, saying a quiet hello to Bob's partner and burgeoning baby belly and Penny. His warm palm skimming the skin between your ripped jeans shorts and his old Foreigner tee you'd knotted in the back to make work. He nuzzled your neck as he dropped the cooler and whipped off his shirt. He hadn't buttoned it so what difference did it mean as he slid out of his flip flops and put all his gear into a pile and into the beach bag.

Some regiments he just couldn't shake, and neatness was one of them. So was the gym. You would love him endlessly anyway, but he was proud of his body and worked hard on maintaining it as he got older. You were proud he was proud he took such good care of himself and you reaped the benefits.

Ha gave you some space as he unfolded the blanket and flicked it out onto the warm sand as Harvard and Yale approached him and within seconds, they were talking about recent deployments, new kit, and manoeuvres. You were as supportive as you could be with things you'd rather be kept in the dark over. Jake respected that. He knew what he did terrifed you but the boys just understood it better than you ever could. You were absolutely not offended.

You tossed some bits and pieces on the blanket, camera, snacks, and sunscreen. "Ooh," Jake smirked, popping to pick up the sunscreen. "May I?" he asked eagerly.

"May I?" you repeated, biting back your grin. "Aren't you proper today?"

"I would hate for you to be burnt. It's a skin trauma, baby," he protested as you took your sunnies off and glared at him. "And I wanna feel you up. Sue me," he shrugged, his true personality shining through.

"Well, aren't you sweet?" you roughly patted his cheek and the masochist in him loved the lack of caress in your touch. He adjusted his jaw appreciatively. "Okay, Jake. Just to avoid the trauma."

"Your skin is your biggest organ," he reminded you, watching you lift the shirt over your shoulders, licking his lips at the additional skin you'd been keeping under wraps. "Not mine..." he muttered cheekily.

"Jake, knock it off," you laughed as he grinned wide, turning you away from him. You wouldn't complain about the extra touch and affection that lasted a good five minutes, you we melting under his light touch. He kissed the nape of your neck in finality. "I'm good?" you asked quietly.

"You're very, very good," he growled playfully swatting your butt.

You gave him space and sat on the beach blanket, sunnies back on, and Jake plopped your hat on your head. "Thank you."

"Here ya go, sweetheart," Jake handed you your water bottle. "Gettin' hot out here," he grinned. He thrived in hot weather. You smiled against his lips as he laid a gentle kiss on you. "You wanna play?" he could hear the catcalling and jeering for Jake to toss the ball around.

"Would rather put knitting needles in my eyes. Only here to watch the bodies," you joked... kind of.

"You just mean mine, right?" he asked, a mix of unsurity and arrogance as you laughed.

"Yes, Jake. Only yours. Go have fun," you reassured him, taking a seat and a cool slug from your water bottle as he stood over you and squatted to give you another sweet kiss.

"I'm glad you're here, sweetheart. I'm happy as this group gets bigger that you're here with me and you get to meet the people I trust more than my own family."

You cupped his jaw. "They are your family. They are our family, baby. You big softie."

Warm in the sun, but you noticed his ears flush and duck his eyes. "Don't tell anyone or my reputation will be shattered," he teased as you both laughed loudly, and his heart swelled to bring that smile to your beautiful face. "Gimme some lovin' before I go and kick these preppy asses," he smiled against your lips and kissed you deeply. "Another," he demanded. "You're so sweet, I can't handle it," his nose nuzzled against yours.

You knew his friends were mocking him behind his back but you were very confident he didn't change his behaviour around his friends and was comfortable enough to lay some love on you and you were very aware of Penny's stare... and jaw-dropping.

"Jake, Jesus!" you hear Coyote holler.

"Your bestie is pissed," you told Jake as he looked back over his shoulder and gave the team a selective one-finger salute. "Go, before they think it's me keeping you here. And not your that's horribly whipped."

"I'm whipped," he admitted and stretched, this incredible body flexing in all the right places, the golden sun making the beads of sweat his flawless skin glisten. Jesus, he was just so sexy. "I freely admit it."

"Go," you scooted him as his persona changed and Hangman arrived.

"All right, all right, all right, who is ready for some football?" he boomed, drifting over to his friends. It got rough and competitive, sweaty and slippery pretty quickly and you got closer a while later to take some polaroids as the sun set for shits and giggles later tonight to hand out. You had a pleasant afternoon as more friends and family joined you and kept you busy.

As the game was called and losers paid their penance in the form of push-ups, you watched Jake and Rooster put together the bonfire, the part you were most excited for. Yes, Jake Seresin was hotter, if possible, in most light, but the way the flames flickered over his face as you chatted with Natasha and he kept his arm around your shoulder, under the pretence of keeping you warmed before the roaring fire.

"You hungry, babydoll?" he murmured in your ear, the barbecue well and truly cranked and the smells driving your tummy into overdrive. "Beer?"

"Yes to both, please?" you asked and he nodded, kissing you tenderly before leaving you with Natasha. She shook her head in disbelief.

"Who is that guy and what did he do with Bagman?" she asked, astonished. You grinned. "That is a man in love."

[thedomesticanthropologist]

She wasn't a Virgin.

She had been married, had children even. She had slept with a few people in her life, some from obligation and some from choice. It had always felt... like something wasn't right. It was never what the books said it would feel like. Never like what people talked about.

Heat. Passion. No... at best, sometimes, it was a bit like getting a massage. At worst, it was something to grit her teeth and wait for the end- a service to a partner who was obviously enjoying it more than she ever had been able to.

But even alone, her own hand barely created but a flicker of warmth within her body when she tried to pleasure herself.

She thought that perhaps this was just the way things were.

And then Astarion happened. That first night, she was certain it would go the way things always did. But he had asked, and he was handsome, and they were all going to die anyways, so why not?

When she came, shuddering under him, she thought for a moment her heart may stop in her chest. Emotions from a lifetime of lack overwhelmed her form, tears suddenly pouring down her face.

He was shocked, of course. Worried that this had somehow gone sideways, leaping back to ensure she wasn't harmed- he didn't really like their fearless leader all that much, but making your partner burst into wretched sobs really wasn't a great ending to a night of calculated seduction.

"It's n-not you! I mean it- is that what everyone-everyone says - it's supposed to feel like? Is that wh-what I've been missing?" She chokes out, Trying and briefly failing to compose herself. Astarion's confusion is evident, he's back on his heels with brows furrowed, silent out of absolute uncertainty about what she means. He smells no blood, he knows her to be no virgin, what the hells happened? It had all been going so well, and he was certain he had felt her-

Oh

Had felt her body shudder, rhythmically and uncontrollably clenching and releasing in orgasm around him. That's when her face had changed.

"Darling, don't tell me you've never..."

"That was my first time."

"Well, well. Want to feel it again?"

"God's, yes. Please."

The vampire grinned. This he could handle. And it was going to make his plan so much easier. The edge he wanted over their leader, the security of ensuring that he was to be kept around, valued.

This is what he was good at.

This is all I'm good for

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi could I request head cannons about Arven,penny and Nemona would react to a reader who’s a decedent of a kalos royal family.

Specifically with readers main Pokémon being a furfrou,I’ve always absolutely loved furfrou.the star trim is my favourite.

Furfrou’s Pokédex speaks of how it was a guard dog and trusted friend of kings and royalty,so reader having a furfrou who was specifically bred to be a royal guard dog for her would be really interesting.

Especially with how mabosstif and lycanrock would be around this highly trained,refined Pokémon,lady and the tramp vibes if you will) as we all know Paldea isn’t lacking in puppy Pokémon

Aw yeah!! tbh I never really paid much attention to this Pokémon but I adore the star, heart, and pharaoh trims!

............

Arven

He knew you were born and raised in Kalos, but when you just casually mentioned being of royal descent he's like "?????? you serious???"

Of course he probably won't immediately believe you, but after you pulled up some online information regarding the deeds of a great king (aka your grandfather)....he's impressed.

But he still wonders why you'd transfer to an academy like Uva/Naranja and not some pristine "elite" school.

You simply tell him that life wasn't for you.

When you invite him over for a study session one day, Arven did a double-take when he was greeted by your Furfrou--specifically one with a Star trim.

He realizes "ohhh so you're that rich."

All is well until he jokingly says "of course, Your Majesty" when you ask him to get something.

Furfrou, being within earshot, legit thought he was mocking your royal lineage and gave him the side-eye glare the entire time.

Not to mention they disliked the scruffy dark-type dog he brought with him, literally looking Mabosstiff up and down as though to say "where's your class?"

It definitely become like a Lady & the Tramp situation between the two, with him trying to show Furfrou that it's okay to run around and have fun during picnics.

They worry about getting dirt on their fur, but you're always there to wash it off as gently as possible.

Meanwhile Mabosstiff's shaking the water off his fur, sending droplets everywhere....which doesn't amuse Furfrou in the slightest when they land on them.

You and Arven laugh about it anyways.

Nemona

She's flabbergasted as you explained your royal heritage, with her 100% believing you on the spot.

"Wow!!! You certainly don't look it, but that's awesome!!"

Is even more amazed after you show her Furfrou--your longtime companion bred to be your royal guard dog.

Seeing that you gave them the Heart trim made her almost squeal in happiness. It's just amazing! She's standing in the face of royalty!!!

Ofc Furfrou's gonna eat up this praise, impressing her in battle and taking out her Pokémon with style.

When she sends out Lycanroc, they pause for a moment and look at you like "????" bc last time you both saw a Lycanroc, it was red and had a nasty temper.

But this one was tan and brown with a certain calmness to herself, battling fairly and not taking her defeat like a sore loser (very much unlike the Midnight Lycanroc), bowing respectfully to both the victor and you.

And that's all it took for the two doggos to become good friends from there on!

Tbh the only thing that irks Furfrou is Nemona's constant nagging for battles and asking you a billion questions about their line.

Being naturally trained to defend your family's honor, if she gets into your personal bubble too much or asks too many questions about your heritage, they'll just glare at her until she takes the hint.

She's mostly oblivious to this, however.

Penny

She can see somebody like Ortega owning a Furfrou if he ever went to Kalos.

But you, the new transfer student who looked like any other person, just casually has a natural Furfrou as your main Pokémon??

'That's impossible..' She thinks...until she researched different Kalosian royal families and eventually saw the one with your surname.

You and Furfrou startled the poor girl when you popped into the computer room and saw the webpage she was on, chuckling and shaking your head.

"Y'know..you could've just asked me."

"...I didn't wanna sound stupid in case I was wrong about you.." She admitted, flustered.

Although she knows your royal heritage now, she doesn't really treat you any differently.

It surprises you, considering you've noticed how many people changed their entire perception of you when they find out. Tbh that's the main reason you moved out of Kalos and came to Paldea--for a fresh start where very few folks knew your past.

So...it's a nice change of pace.

Knowing Penny, she'll keep it a secret unless you're ready to tell your other friends.

She's just grateful you're not a descendant of the Paldean King

Although she doesn't own any dog Pokémon, her Eeveelutions (some of whom are like canines, in a way) were ecstatic to meet your Furfrou!

Out of all of them, they definitely get along best with Espeon and Sylveon for sure.

[syeren]

BATTLE OF WITS.

Sampo is an easy guy, albeit, a con-artist but a real hunk of work. If something doesn’t catch his eye within a second or stimulate his brain for more than a minute… You can say bye-bye to trying to talk to him.

Majority of people view the picture on the vacation postcard of “not-giving-a-shit” and fall in love with the idea — swimming through the clear blue waters in this mental Mediterranean sea can be more deceiving than many think. It’s a one-way ticket to losing the most important skill in life, to feel concern. He for one, couldn’t care in the slightest. It all goes to show as to why he took up the very interesting and controversial means of work in the first place.

But once he stumbled across a person completely opposite to him, he couldn’t help but feel even more irritated. Of course, it was you, with your logical and reasonable thoughts and actions. Your morals were way higher on the scale than his, and he definitely could assume your IQ and EQ followed suit. He never felt so ridiculed and threatened by your demeanour because of this aura of “coolness” and “rationality.” That was the issue, he was always the smart one— or the lack thereof. If both your brains jostled within the ring, his would be pummelled to smithereens.

He wanted to brush off this problem as per usual, forcing himself to play the “unbothered” role because his ego couldn’t handle it anymore (ahh yes, the “be the bigger person” card.) But if this were a choice between mind over matter, the latter would reign dominant. He needs to showcase his true skills, it was his only “skill” anyway.

“Hey,” Sampo called out to you while you fumbled through your satchel. You gave him a quick eyebrow raise in response.

“What’s seven times eight?” he blurted out, standing directly in front with his arms crossed over his puffed chest. Yeesh.

You, on the other hand, gave him an indescribable expression that probably amounted to confusion, irritation, and most likely concern. “What?”

“C’moonn… I don’t have all day!”

Rolling your eyes, you continued to fish out some papers from your bookbag and grumbled the answer. “Fifty-six.”

“— Riddle me this. Imagine you’re in a tough situation where your pal is crying over their partner who was absolutely shit to them. Do you, A, comfort them, B, make fun of them, or C… Listen and give advice.”

Now it was completely indescribable about what you’re feeling or thinking. You slowly looked up to meet his eyes with a blank stare. You were judging him hard.

“… A with a mix of C.”

“No, only one answer!” he protested, wagging his finger in the air.

“Then A.”

He dropped his hand and returned to the same arm-crossed position. “This isn’t fun.”

“You think you’re not having fun? This feels like an interrogation, Sampo,” you playfully snapped, closing your book bag. “The fuck was that about?”

A mere shrug was all he responded with. “Just wanted to… Figure some things out,” he vaguely responded, to which, prompted your irritation even more.

“Sampo—“

“Okay, okay! Just heard from a little bird that you’ve got a head on your shoulders,” he replied in defence. “Wanted to see if it was true or not.”

“Of course I have a head on my shoulders,” you reiterated, shaking your head in disbelief. “What? You mean like, smarter?”

Sampo nodded his head. “Precisely.”

His answer made you immediately chuckle, letting out a breathy laugh. “Shouldn’t this little questionnaire prove the point? Such dumb questions.”

“Hey! They made you think though!” he argued. “Putting you on the spot and such.”

“… Easy questions like that won’t put anyone on the spot.”

Sampo inched even closer as he let out a prideful scoff, flipping his floppy bangs back with calloused fingers. “Fine. I’ll prepare something harder then—“

“Nope,” you interrupted.

“One thing’s for certain, you are one hell of a party pooper,” he stated dejectedly, rolling his eyes as he straightened his posture. “Natasha mentioned you were smart n’ all, but how is that any good if that pretty little head of yours is full of brash comments and half-assed sarcasm.”

“Since when were you and Natasha friends?” you deadpanned, the same sarcastic tone dripping from your lips.

“We always were! Hey! Don’t give me that face!” Sampo responded but as soon as he was speaking, your figure was slowly walking away from him. You lazily waved a hand in the air without turning around.

You, 1. Sampo, 0. Try harder next time, big guy.

[ang3lofdivinity]

Can we have Andrew and Reader have a life after the events of the game (In the Bulletless Decay route)?

Reader would be an exchange student who would have gone to stay with the Graves family, but in the end she ended up being another 'victim' of the game's circumstances.

She would be a type of person who was indifferent to almost everything, cold-blooded, with somewhat sociopathic tendencies but with a kind heart.

Okay, let's do this, after Ashley's murder, Andrew and Reader finally got fake teeth and moved somewhere far away, but with all the recent traumas and along with the fear of being abandoned.

Andrew started to have possessive tendencies, a little clingy, toxic, manipulative towards our 'poor thing' Reader and that would result in them having children in the future, to keep her trapped in the coffin with him.

❝𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧❞

꒦꒷︶°꒷₊˚ʚɞ˚₊︶꒦˚︶꒷꒦

Relationship(s): (somewhat)yan!andrew x fem!reader

Format: Headcannons + some stories

Genre: ANGST. A bit of fluff?? + Yandere(?)

Warnings: spoilers for tcoaal, yandere themes (toxic behavior, non consensual kisses and such, etc), marking, smoking, swearing, blood, death.

A/n: Ty so much for this first ever request!! Other warnings will be tagged in this post later on, ofc.

Also, fair warning to all of you, my dearest readers; if anyone or yourself is acting like this in real life, please get some professional assistance as this is not healthy. This is a work of fan-fiction. Thank you.

Andrew didn’t know all of this would happen, let alone know he’d meet someone new

He and his sister had planned to rob their parents after killing that murderer within the woods where Andrew used up all of Ashley’s bullets in her gun!

How (absolutely not) lovely.

For you? You were living somewhat in Elysian.

You were a college student, a pretty good one too, so much so because you got a scholarship to get into the college in the first place, that being a huge achievement since that was hard and not only free!

But then again, you didn’t really have anyone to stay with..

Before Mr and Mrs Graves offered, of course!

Your parents died at a young age, and you learned how to take care of yourself from that age as well

Yet.. you couldn’t feel anything for them, you felt lack of empathy, you didn’t even shed a real tear at their funeral when you truly wanted to

You felt crazy and something akin to depersonalization came over you, and it stayed there within you for months, or well you entire life

You were taken into an orphanage until you became 18, moving somewhere else to start fresh where you became an exchange student

During your time in the orphanage, you still had school.. and you did that well to the point where you colleges were almost begging you to join

But you first needed somewhere to stay while you finished your studies

And thankfully, the Graves gave you the offer to stay with them (which you took)

You’d cook, clean after your own messes, do chores, keep quiet unless it was a severely bad issue, wouldn’t be around during their.. ‘personal playful time’, and pay them for staying there

In return, they kept you fed, helped you with clothes (specifically Mrs Graves), and the most important of all; let you stay there and finish your studies

You worked some extra jobs outside of college to pay for the Graves and to continue your studies, etc

You usually slept on the couch or at the table from studying, not like you got much sleep at all since you practically overworked yourself

Speaking of college, you didn’t have many friends because of your “weird behavior”

I’m talking about the fact had a lack of empathy for others including yourself

You were impulsive

You lied a lot

You were a bit manipulative

You ignored most rights and feelings of others

And the cherry on top, you were aggressive with most people

All factors of your sociopathic tendencies and personality

You had started going to therapy to try and fix that, and it somewhat worked..

Keyword: somewhat

You found out that you had a much more.. softer side so to speak

There wasn’t much you could do about your sociopathic tendencies but to mask them

And you did just that

Cutting to the chase here though, you were out for the day getting some ingredients for some cookies for you along with Mr and Mrs Graves

And if you had any extras, you’d give some other people within the neighborhood.

You got all of your items, went to the register and payed for all of it before packing them all into bags and leaving

The store wasn’t too far from the Graves house, so you would just walk to and from the store

One your way though, an odd sense of apprehension took over you.

It.. was just super weird

You had to stop for a few seconds on your walk and just, shudder

And this wasn’t normal

You pressed on nonetheless, making it to the house

When you unlocked the door, taking out your key and opening the door all the way- you saw Mrs Graves on the couch in deep though

However, the atmosphere was palpable

Something wasn’t right.

“Good evening, Mrs Graves.”

She didn’t respond, only looking up at you in pure fear.

“Dad??” Someone called from kitchen

..Dad? What.

Mrs Graves slowly got up as a perplexed look came across your face, going into the kitchen

She said something you couldn’t hear before she approached you

“(___)..” she started

Before you knew it, two people walked out of the kitchen

One was a woman with cherry blossom pink eyes, the same as Mr Graves. She wears a black top together with a visible black brassière, light grey shorts, and a yellow pendant hanging from a black choker. Her hair is uncombed and tied at the back in a ponytail

Then the other was a man with emerald green eyes like that of Mrs Graves (just darker) who was pale-skinned with black uncombed hair, like the woman’s and a black, slightly over-sized jumper with light grey ripped pants.

“..meet my two children, Ashley and Andrew.”

Safe to say you were genuinely so shocked

“..Good evening. I’m (___), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You spoke solemnly, a blank look on your face.

“Nice to meet you too..” the male suddenly spoke as he looked somewhat.. stunned and mesmerized by who knows what.

“What he said.” The girl rolled her eyes inconspicuously (or at least tried to), but you saw it. You always managed to catch onto small things like that.

From then on, it was somewhat.. odd living with the two newcomers.

You crashed over at a close friend’s house for a while as Mrs Graves tried to figure everything out, but a little bit after that Andrew gave you.. small little gestures here and there, like he was asking for you to stay.

And sometimes you did.

On those times, he would try talking to you after a lot of awkward silence in between you both.

“..(___), right?” Andrew quietly asked you, looking over at you.

“..Mhm.” You managed to utter back as you refused to meet his eyes as eye contact wasn’t.. all that comfortable

“You.. go to college, what profession are you working on?”

“Law. I’m thinking about becoming a lawyer” you quickly replied back.

“Mm..”

“Let me guess, you were a psychology major?”

“How did you-“ He stuttered over his words, baffled by yours.



“You just seem like that kinda person to be interested in that major” you calmly stated.

You two had a long staring contest before Andrew spoke again for the both of you.

“I’m pretty fond of you..”

“Any particular reason why?..”



“You’re kinda like… somewhat the opposite of my sister” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Don’t like her all that much?” You raised an eyebrow.

“It’s- not that..”

“What is it then?”

“..We’ve only had each other for.. so long. As long as I can remember. My- our mom forced me to take care of Ashley when I was 7 because she had me when she was 15 and felt like I was able to take of a 5 year old Ashley. That,, didn’t go well. Shes attached to me at the hip and I can’t get rid of her now.”

“Maybe try. Point out every little thing shes doing that makes you uncomfortable, tell her how shes made it feel like what it is shes doing normal when it’s not.”

You returned to slowly eat your food while Andrew just, stared.

“..Thank you” he suddenly spoke as you gave a small nod.

Tapping your foot for a few seconds as you pondered about what to say next, you sighed softly and turned your head to him.

“Want some?..” you motioned to your food.

He, although astounded by the request, accepted.

He didn’t even bother grabbing another fork and just ate from yours..

Ew.

Moving on from this however, you two bonded over a lot of things you thought you probably never would.

Interests (mainly him liking things that you liked), personalities, dislikes, likes, etc.

And due to this, you started hanging out more with each other!

And his sister obviously showed that she didn’t like you because of that.

“Oops” she’d say as she spilled over your drink, ate your food even after when you caught her multiple times and told her to stop, dropping anything she had in her hands onto you, it was just.. sucky of her.

And whenever you tried anything even defending yourself, she went crying to Andrew!!

“I’m sorry.” He would mumble to you and give you a hug for his sisters acts while she stared daggers at you.

This went on for a while until one night—

“Get up” a harsh voice echoed quietly as you were violently shook from your slumber. You had passed out after studying for hours on end for your exam next afternoon.

The room was filled with a scent of blood, and the food you all had from earlier. The zephyr wafting

“H-huh?” You drowsily said, wiping the drool away from your mouth and looking around as a hand reached up to your head and slammed it down onto the wooden table, creating a loud thud as you winced.

You wanted to yell, scream, fight back. But, with the moonlight shining through the curtains of the windows and illuminating your surroundings, you saw Ashley holding a gun.

Your breath hitched as you chewed your bottom lip as you waited for Ashley said something else.

“I didn’t say to speak, dumbass. Keep fucking quiet.” The girl groaned as you heard footsteps approaching.

“Ashley!! I told you not to touch her! You have already taken our parents lives— but not hers. You can’t, Ashley.” Andrew’s familiar voice echoed throughout the kitchen, sounding demanding.

“Oh? So she matters more than me now? YOU CARE MORE ABOUT HER?” She started raising her voice, almost loud enough to alarm the neighbors as he slapped a hand over her mouth to shut her up.

“KEEP YOUR FUCKING VOICE DOWN.” He whispered yelled as he furrowed his brows together. She pried off his hand with a furious look, gritting her teeth together.

“Oh, don’t wanna admit it, huh? WELL FUCK YOU!” Ashley got closer to Andrew than anyone would be comfortable with as she pointed the gun at him.

“.. damn, crazy bitch.” You whispered to yourself and giggled, before you even knew it she had the gun pointed at you next.

And she got close to pulling the trigger before—

Blood.

Theres blood everywhere.

Andrew had killed his sister with the cleaver he had been clutching in his hands so tight that his knuckles turned white.

You didn’t even know what to say anymore..

Well.

“..what did you both do to Mr and Mrs Graves?” The question slipped past your lips even though it wasn’t the moment to be talking about any of this when someone in-front of you has been murdered.

“It’s.. nothing”

“Andrew- what did you do?” You asked, adamant on prying out an answer from him.

“…”

No answer.

Who knew that this little encounter would lead to both you and Andrew cleaning up the body of his dead sister.

But, nonetheless, he took a shower to clean up from the blood that splattered all over as you turned to washing both of your piles of clothes within the washer and dryer.

No sign of Mr or Mrs Graves at all.

You laid out some clothes from him from Mr Graves; A baggy sweater, some baggy light grey pants, some really old converse shoes you’d thought he’d fit in.

Surprisingly, they did!

Huh.

Like Father like Son. You guess

Being that those shoes are when Mr Graves was just a teen to young adult.

Nonetheless, you two decide to have a conversation about.. what to do now.

Which was… off putting

“I can pay for most of the house bills. I have a job after all… though- I would have to find out how to get the police to believe that the Graves gave the house to me.” You spoke. Hands resting one over the other in your lap.

Andrew was in front of you while you were seated on the couch, your head felt.. dizzy about everything that he and his now.. non-available sister did.

The Graves weren’t the best, but they weren’t the worse while you knew them. So why?..

He told you everything about them that happened in his childhood, and you just… felt a bit disgusted.

“We could just.. move into a less expensive place.”

“True. Until I graduate, of course. Then I could get us into a much bigger and nicer house.” You chimed in, a faint small on your face.

“I can also help you get a job, Andrew”

He seemed.. surprised.

“I can also see if I can get you back into college. I can truly believable story about why you dropped out.”

Andrew stayed silent before he slowly dipped his head down low.

“Why.. are you helping me so much?”

A quiet gasp left your mouth, your lips agape as you fidgeting with your fingers. You paused to take a moment to yourself.

“..I feel bad for you. You deserve much more than this world offers.”

Safe to say he cried a bit. Thanking you profusely.

He also told you a bit about having to dump the bones of Mr and Mrs Graves, along with Ashley.

So you went just as the sun was beginning to rise, and chucked the bags out into the lake, with the three skulls.

The two of you then just… sat in the car for a bit, processing what you two just did.

“Ready?..”

“..not really but just,, go ahead…”

The car then drove off, you hugging your knees as you stared out the window.

And that’s when the two of you started bonding more and moved in together!!

Of course, the police got into contact with you more than once about the deaths of Mr and Mrs Graves, and you told them you knew nothing as you tried to make yourself seem sadder than you were about the situation.

Nonetheless, living with Andrew in the apartment you bought wasn’t too bad.

You quickly graduated your college, now getting a job as a lawyer.

Andrew himself got a job somewhere, thankfully well paying.

You two managed to move shortly after you both were doing well enough on money as he expressed that he wanted to go back to college, to learn psychology!

You didn’t see any harm in that, and decided to help him pay for the expenses.

Maybe you shouldn’t have though.

Eventually, during your time together, he’d start commenting on some of the outfits you wore.

“..That looks a bit too short”

“The color doesn’t match you”

“It exposes.. maybe a bit too much”

You of course questioned further why he was acting like this when he wasn’t even dating you, making him reply; “I’m just.. worried about you”

So you shrugged it off.

Then the gifts started.

Romantic ones.

Flowers you loved, stuffed animals, jewelry you liked, etc.

You found it.. admiring.

Andrew started getting more touchy too.

Even if you didn’t want it.

He apologized for that of course, before going back to touch you more.

This was all before he proposed the idea that you two should start dating.

Of course, for mainly appearance looks.

But you didn’t know the truth, nor the mistake you’ve made.

It only took a little more time before Andrew started getting more and more possessive over you.

He would always have some form of physical contact with you, started saying you could only go out with him, until it changed you couldn’t go out at all besides for work.

Even then he would secretly have a tracker on you always to make sure you were always where you said you were.

You tried to object to his actions, before he started making excuses for his behavior.

“Do you know how many men would drool over you??”

“I’m just trying to protect you.”

He would then cajole you to place down the subject.

Now while you were at home, he was all handsy with you, even being bold enough to start giving you hickeys and markings in very noticeable places.

And he was far too good at manipulating you that you would start standing up for yourself.

The final straw was when he got you pregnant.

You sobbed for days, you never wanted children.

You eventually tried to get him out and break up with him.

But he threatened you all too well.

“If you do this, i’ll make sure to ruin everything you have, you wouldn’t want to raise that child all by yourself?” “You wouldn’t live without me”

So you sucked it up, and couldn’t even get rid of the child either since you were too afraid.

Genuinely afraid

So.. now you’re trapped with him forever in this rose covered coffin. One where the roses are wilting and have poisonous thorns so you may never leave again.

Woah, this took— much longer than I expected. But, i’m alive!! Ty all for reading and I’ll be sure to try and update more!

[foibles-fables]

I have a question. How did you come to the wonderful conclusion that Aloy and Talanah would be a good couple? I can see the appeal in it, but I'd rather hear it from you

[CRACKS KNUCKLES] Watch me try to stay as concise as I can with this post, hahaha.

First thing I'll say is--I'm an absolute sucker for a strong-based friends to lovers ship. The loyalty, the devotion, the knowing each other before and after the world changes them and every stage between, the slow strengthening of feelings, the contending with blurred boundaries, the oh moment, the it was this all along, the I have always been here and so have you and so we will, the settling into even deeper contentment with the other, hoo boy I can go on and on. I especially like it when it comes in a sapphic flavor of the Burdened Chosen One and their Tender, Caring, Supportive Best Friend.

[looks directly at camera]

So you can already see where I'm coming from, here. But--truly, for me--it comes down to 1) the similarities AND innate differences in their life stories/situations and 2) their interactions in HZD. A combined one-two punch that crushed my windpipe and stole my lunch money.

I'm a sucker for a friends to lovers ship, and I'm also a sucker for a ship with compelling parallels. What interests me most about the Aloy/Talanah dynamic is that they're narrative mirrors, but foils in situation. Both are highly-skilled hunters; both driven by their fixation on a parental figure (either avenging or uncovering); both lost their father (figure) to a cruelty much too large for them, with their fathers' shared desire for them to survive; both inheriting new titles (Sunhawk, Alpha Prime) and shouldering the burdens of their deceased parental figure; both proving their place and worth in the world as based on, in Talanah's words, more than the nature of their birth alone; I could keep going. (Don't tempt me.) But here Aloy was an outcast, while Talanah is from one of the noblest houses of her tribe--the difference of change from without versus change from within, and all the ways in which both are complicated. So narrative mirrors coming from opposing situations--how does that make them alike, and how does it make them different? How does it change they way they navigated through the world, and how does it change the way they would navigate one another?

I also love to point out the fact that Talanah is the perfect example of what Rost was trying to demonstrate to Aloy in his final lesson. The strength to stand alone and to make a stand. Her dedication to a selfless cause--ambition not for her own sake, but to restore her family's legacy, and to change her culture. GOD. My fingers are going numb just thinking about it.

What I'm trying to say is that Talanah is in a unique position to see and empathize with the burden Aloy feels post-HZD, and I'm not sure I'll ever forgive the writers for not capitalizing on that during the pivotal time of HFW. Carrying on of your parent's legacy is not easy, and even if Talanah doesn't know it by weight, she knows it by shape. Importantly, to me--Talanah understands--she's lived analogous experiences to Aloy's--but she's also different enough to challenge her. In fact, it goes both ways. There's a mutuality to the way that they make up for what the other has maybe lacked--puzzle pieces instead of cognate shapes, or the same image repeated twice, amplifying itself. There's harmony where there could just be volume.

That got away from me, so I'll just keep on going with how their interactions in HZD fishhooked me. I made a post the other day about Aloy's joy in the Redmaw victory, and that's a major part of it. The rest is just--the sense of ease and understanding that comes out in all of their conversations? And how Talanah always and consistently from the beginning sees Aloy as Aloy, not a Seeker, not a savior, not an oddity, just based on her own merit alone? How she heard Aloy give herself a name--Aloy despite the Nora--says she'll remember it, and then does, TWICE? Every smile she brings out of Aloy, every moment of bare genuineness between them, that giggle from Aloy post-quest? And don't get me started on the "you made this possible, Aloy" parallel. Don't even let me think about "you'll always have a special home here, if you want it." It'll end badly for all of us, category 10 blorbo emergency.

But it's not only what Talanah can offer Aloy (a deep bond of loyalty and fondness, a sense of belongingness, the simple fact of being seen as exactly how you yourself want to be seen)--Aloy gives back to Talanah as well!! Much more deeply than just helping her earn the Sunhawk title and restoring her family's legacy. Think about their pre-Alight conversation: "I won't stand aside while one of mine fights alone. Not again." Aloy has become one of Talanah's--a person who has lost everyone dear to her. Something that must be absolutely terrifying (see my post-HZD Lanah characterization, lmao) but still worth fighting for.

I was lucky enough to read the entire Sunhawk comic directly after the credits rolled on HZD, and that again just blew me out of the water with how much sense they make. The fact that Talanah was the only one to see Aloy leave makes my brain wanna come gushing out of my ears. And how they just--keep running into one another (more on this in the next paragraph). But perhaps the most important comic moment is Talanah's affirmation of "you don't owe me anything" after Aloy apologizes for leaving. That right there is respect to Aloy's agency and personhood (versus instrumentality!!) and the burden Talanah can sense she's under. She trusts Aloy to have told her what was up, if she had wanted her to know. And trusts that whatever she is doing must be important. Even if it's been difficult to be without her, Talanah knows she can't ask Aloy for more than what she is or what she can give.

(that's not to say Talanah isn't hurt. I think she still is--and projects a lot of that hurt and attachment onto another woodsy hermit--but that's a topic for a different post. You can trust and accept something like this while still being hurt by it.)

You asked how I came to the conclusion of THEM, so I haven't really included HFW in this analysis (I was clearly a goner from HZD), but it's there too. The way Aloy just happens to find out Talanah is nearby after her entire worldview is cracked open at Latopolis, how seeking her out and finding her seems to just make things okay again despite everything? (again, the constant finding of each other.) The fondness of their reunion? "It feels good to hunt by your side again"? The easy way they settle into old comfortable patterns of conversation? The tone of You love him, don't you and Really??? and Come here.? It's just all there screaming at me. I can't.

I just. I love them so much. It's so clear to me how they already have helped and can continue to help each other grow. Especially now that the series has placed them in yet another paralleled situation post-HBS. From where I see it, they've been dancing around each other since the beginning. And the way they've both sought things with others (ALSO EACH HAVING PARALLELS TO THE OTHER) only to walk away makes me wanna go absolutely feral. I can very, very clearly see this playing out into an what was I looking for when there was you moment and it might actually be the thing that makes me perish

I'm so sorry if this was totally incoherent. I've got a lot of feelings about this ship and I'm gonna continue to make them your problem.

[rosie-kairi]

Hey want to hear my super sad Ven and Lauriam au? Good cause I wasn't actually asking >:)

So what if when everyone was deciding who goes into the lifeboats Lauriam decided that Ven was small enough that they could share a lifeboat and leave an extra so not as many would be left behind (how that changes things probably not much sadly. They all still get separated across time never to see each other again except Ven and Lauriam).

But then they both end up in the keyblade graveyard. Ven gets complete amnesia and while Lauriam is pretty woosy and doesn't remember everything of their trip to the future he does remember he needs to find Strelitzia, that he has more friends he needs to find and above all else protect Ven. Unfortunately Xehanort finds them (thanks magic mirror -_-) and recognizes them with as the friends from his dreams. Xehanort initially promises to help Lauriam in anyway he can and offers to train him to be stronger. Lauriam doesn't have a lot of options especially with a weakened amnesiac Ven so he initially agrees.

He comes to regret that when the training is essentially xehanort trying to force them into roles of light and dark to create the x-blade which of course fails. Ven doesn't remember much but he does remember Lauriam as one of his friends and the two boys refuse to fight each other. So they often get absolutely thrashed by xehanort. Since ven is still inexperienced he's not able to win on his own and Lauriam focuses more on protecting Ven so he gets beaten due to lack of focus. Days will go by where xehanort leaves them in a wounded injuries state on the ground before healing. And usually he just heals Ven since he's still not strong enough to be a threat.

Lauriam has tried to make some escape attempts to get them to away safety but xehanort is too strong to take on alone especially if lauriam is purposely left in a half healed state.

Eventually xehanort starts to focus more on Ven since he knows he has a powerful darkness trapped inside. Ways of trying to draw it out have included Lauriam being ganged up on by too many enemies and Ven failing to fend off enough to effectively protect him. Ven being forced to fight wave after wave of enemies to get to a tied up Lauriam and getting overwhelmed. Xehanort hopes by pushing him to the brink of death darkness will break free but doesn't.

Eventually his patience grows thin, he thinks an all out assault on Ven's life will finally do it. A critically injured laruaim is off to the side as neo shadow heartless circle around Ven. Lauriam is desperately trying to summon the strength to get to his little brother but can't. Ven is begging for mercy but is ignored and is then nearly torn apart by said heartless as lauriam watches on in horror.

We then get the actual scene of xehanort tearing Ven in two pulling Darkness and Ven's natural born darkness out creating Vanitas. Lauriam struggles to Ven and desperately pulls him away and panics when he sees the light both literally and figuratively leaving Ven's eyes and heart and realizes he's dying. Desperate Lauriam gets up to attack but is knocked down by Vanitas. However the blast creates a portal and Lauriam gets sucked away leaving a dying Ven alone with xehanort.

Lauriam ends up somewhere else (maybe dwarven woodlands) it takes a while for him to gain enough strength let alone energy to heal but he has to find Ven.

Years go by and he's been chasing rumors about a girl with orange pigtails and a boy with spiky blond hair and a key shaped sword. Hope that they're both alive and within in reach. He makes his way to Radiant Garden only to run into Braig/Xigbar/Luxu who recognizes him. Seeing potential in Lauriam Luxu challenges Lauriam and beats him then takes him to the research basement where the other future org members are disappearing. Luxu makes vague references to Ven catching Lauriams attention and demands to know where he is.

Only for Luxu to give him the suggest cruelest grin and be told Ven is dead. They captured him and tortured him for information on the keyblade war and foretellers but he didn't give them anything. No longer useful they decided to get rid of him but before they did he told then they'd all be sorry when Lauriam comes to save him and he'd make them pay. Luxu delivers the crushing blow that Ven died calling and begging for his brother to save him.

This does the job and Lauriam succumbs to darkness and willingly gives up his heart. The crushing weight of failure, grief, and regret too much to bear. He failed his siblings. He didn't protect them and now they're both gone he has nothing left so becoming a Nobody is a welcome respite from the agony he feels.

And as he walks the hallowed halls of Castle Oblivion Marluxia gets the strangest feeling of dejavu as if something important is here but he can't quite put his finger on it but if it really were that important well he would've remembered it right?

Meanwhile deep in the chamber of waking Ven sleeps safe but imprisoned and even though he's waiting for a different friend to come save him his dreams show that he longs for someone else to open his eyes and promise him everything will be alright.

TL;DR what if Lauriam and Ven escaped together become Xehanorts victims, Lauriam couldn't stop Ven from being ripped in two they get separated again, he refuses to believe Ven is gone and that's the only thing that keeps him going for years, only to be lied and told that the only person he had left is gone and he failed miserably to save them and their last moments were begging to be saved, so losing his heart was all Lauriam could do to escape his pain.

^ my honest reaction to this

oughghhhhhh.... anon how could you...... the goddamn heartbreak. turmoil. i'm gonna kill old man xehanort with my own two hands

[forever-rogue]

Basically Cinderella but with coffee orders instead of a glass slipper. Eddie trying to find who’s coffee he accidentally picked up so he can order it again because it’s really good and he has no idea what it’s called or what it even is. And bam. Fluff 🙌🏼.

AN | Based partially off my own mistake of grabbing someone’s else coffee and dreaming of a coffee shop meet cute 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie groaned as soon as he took the first treasured sip of his morning coffee. This was absolutely not what he had ordered. This was anything but the normal strong, bitter black coffee he got almost every morning from the local coffee shop. He rolled his eyes, annoyed at himself for not paying enough attention when he went to get his order from the counter. As soon as he’d heard his name called, he was on autopilot as he went and grabbed the first cup of coffee he saw. 

If he would have spent even a moment checking to make sure it was his order, he could have grabbed the right one. And yet….no. 

The coffee usually served as a wake-up, bringing him to some semblance of life in the early morning hours as he went to the autobody shop. His logic was that the stronger and more bitter it was, the harsher the wake-up call. But this…this was anything but. 

This was soft, sweet coffee, a smooth sip to it, enriched with the delicious aroma of warm, fall spices along with a dash of whipped cream and cinnamon on top. It was the exact opposite of everything he normally got. And the strangest part of it all? He really liked it. Whatever this strange coffee - if it could even be called that - was, it was delicious. 

Whoever ordered had the right idea of a morning treat. And Eddie Munson suddenly became determined to find whoever had ordered it so he could get the same thing again.

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You’d been in the restroom when your name was called; you’d heard the faint shout even through the door. A yawn escaped your lips, internally screaming for your morning coffee before your long shift at the hospital. It felt like you had just gotten off and then turned right around to go back. But when you got to the counter, you looked around for your coffee because you could tell within an instant that this wasn’t yours. 

“Excuse me?” you walked over to the till and gave the barista a small, nervous smile. If there was anything you hated in life, it was complaining about an order…or lack thereof. She offered up a small smile in return and your nerves loosened, “I think you called my name, but I don’t see my order on the counter.”

“Oh,” she looked over at the to-go cup sitting there and frowned, “oh. We had another customer come in right after you and he must have grabbed yours by mistake.”

“That makes sense,” you grinned sheepishly, “ahh, well that’s okay. Hopefully they’ll enjoy it as much as I do! I hate to ask you to make a new one, but can I buy another?”

“It’s not a problem,” she insisted, shaking her head as soon as she saw you pull out your wallet, “don’t worry about it - it’s on the house, it’s not your fault. Mistakes happen.”

“Thank you so much,” maybe this day wouldn’t be so bad after all. You’d experienced a bit of everyday magic in her kindness and you were still getting your special coffee. And hopefully, whoever had taken yours by mistake was enjoying it too.

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Eddie shopped up at the coffee shop bright and early the next morning. He was usually early, but this time he was even earlier. The sun had barely broken over the horizon, painting the sky pretty burnt oranges and golds, but he’d never felt so awake. He was determined to find the wonderful person that had dreamed up the coffee that ended up making his whole day better. 

His plan - or silly little dream rather - was to get his normal order and wait around to see who ordered anything that even remotely sounded like what he had yesterday. It was a long shot, surely, considering he didn’t know if the person came regularly, was from out of town, or…anything really. All he could do was hope and then if worse came to worst, he could try and order it himself and hope it was right. Or close…fuck, he’d even taken adjacent to.

But it didn’t appear to be his day. He watched a flock of customers come in and order and nothing sounded even remotely similar to what he’d had. A pretty, pouty little frown tugged down the corners of his mouth as he admitted defeat when it came time for him to leave for work. He’d try again tomorrow or some other day; but he was determined. And when Eddie Munson set his mind to something, he did it. 

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You were running late to work, but had just enough time to stop and get a cup of coffee and you were determined to do so. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t pay much attention to anything and almost ran into the man coming out of the shop at the same time you were walking in. 

“Oops,” you ducked out of the way so you wouldn’t get coffee splashed all over yourself, or him, “so sorry!”

You heard him hurriedly mumble something as he kept on his path but refused to look back. You shrugged him off before going to the counter to order your usual. Maybe the man was having a rough morning. Whatever it was, you weren’t going to let it talk away from your day.

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Eddie made it a point to go to the shop early every morning that week, but he came up short each day. He’d  heard so many interesting orders from hot chocolate to chai lattes, and something called an affogato, but nothing that he imagined would come close to the magic taste he now wanted to fill his mornings with. 

He was about to give up on hearing the exact order, but figured he could try to recreate it. Or maybe one of the hardworking baristas would know what he was talking about. It had been going on three weeks now and his hope had waned.

But as he dragged himself into the shop on another early morning, he was surprised to find someone else coming in at the same time. 

You.

The two of you had reached for the handle of the coffee shop at the same, both of you lost in your own thoughts. You pulled your hand away as if you had been burned; in reality you’d just felt nothing but eclectic sparks jolt through your flesh and bones. A small gasp escaped your lips as you looked up and found yourself staring into the prettiest, most honeyed brown eyes you’d ever seen. His cheeks had turned a pretty petal pink as he looked at you in surprise. He didn’t know what or who he’d been expecting, but he certainly wasn’t picturing you.

“I-umm…” you laughed nervously as you turned your gaze down to your feet. You couldn’t look at him anything longer; you were sure you’d melt into a puddle otherwise, “sorry. I wasn’t, ugh, wasn’t paying attention.”

“‘s okay,” oh. He really had to be that pretty and sound like that, didn’t he? The only consolation was that he appeared to be just as nervous as you. He smiled, a lovely thing of pure beauty, “definitely wasn’t paying attention either. Are you-”

“Can one of you just open the door and move?” an annoyed looking woman quickly interrupted the two of you, not even giving you a chance to answer before pushing you to the side and stomping. She scoffed as she barged in without so much as a second thought, causing both of you to separate. He held open the door for you and you padded in with a small thank you. Well. There went the  possibility of anything happening, of having a potentially totally cute little meet-up. Your heart panged slightly at the thought.

He was faster and queued up behind the lovely woman that had decided to force her way in and you stood behind him. If you’d had even a little bit of courage that early, chilly morning, you’d have said more to him, even tried to strike up a conversation. There was something magnetic about him, and you were drawn to him like a moth drawn to a flame, despite having exchanged less then twenty words.

You weren’t surprised to hear him order a simple black coffee; the predictability brought a smile to your face. When you stepped up to the counter, you found that it was your favorite barista, the one who’d memorized your order so you didn’t even have to tell her what you wanted; you made sure to give her a generous tip before walking to the other end of the counter to wait for your order. 

After a few minutes of skimming the newspaper for the day’s headlines, you heard your name being called along with Eddie. Eddie. That was the pretty boy’s name; you liked it - there was something about it that suited him perfectly. 

You walked up and reached for the warm cup…at the same time as Eddie. His fingers brushed over yours and you couldn’t help but grin at him. This time he pulled back and made a small sound of amusement, “we gotta stop meeting like this.”

“Wow,” you were full on giggling at this cheesy little joke, “that was terrible! But it’s early and obviously neither of us have had coffee yet so I’ll let it slide.”

“Thanks,” he shot you a cheeky little wink as he grabbed the coffee and took a sip. His brows knitted together in surprise when he came to the conclusion that he’d taken your coffee. You worried your bottom lip as you pushed the other cup towards him. When he didn’t take it and instead stared between you and the cup in his hand, you grew worried. He let out a small huff as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, “this is yours?”

“Well, it’s not yours, so it has to be mine…”

“Do you…is this what you normally get?” his heart was raging in his chest, and he swore it was going to burst through his ribcage. There was no way…no way that the pretty girl that had taken his breath and every sensible thought away could also be the one who dreamed up his new favorite coffee. He couldn’t get that lucky, right? Life wasn’t that fair, “the coffee?”

“Oh,” your face warmed up as you nodded shyly, “it is. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea - or coffee I guess - but I really like it. So it’s pretty much all I get these days. Especially in the winter.”

“No way,” he grinned and you couldn’t help but match it. An odd sensation of butterflies erupted in your tummy as you looked him over, “it’s really good. Like really good. I usually just get black and call it a day. But umm, I accidentally grabbed your coffee a few weeks ago. Not sure if you noticed…”

“Aha,” you bounced on your heels in excitement, “you’re the coffee thief! Of course I noticed! How could I not when you left your bitter black bean water in return!”

“Bitter black - it’s not that bad,” he protested lightly, but there was magic dancing behind his eyes, “I…wait, first - do you promise not to laugh?”

“Of course,” you took the coffee he held out to and pushed the other towards him.

“I started coming in early in the mornings to listen to people’s orders so I could try and figure out what it was and who came up with it,” his little confession had his a darker blush creeping up and his neck and cheeks and up to the tips of his ears, “that sounds so crazy when I say it like that.”

“Did you really?” you asked with big, sweet doe eyes that made him feel like his legs were turning to jelly. He nodded, his perfectly messy waves bouncing roguishly, “I don’t think that’s weird at all. That’s funny and…kind of sweet actually. Too bad we didn’t run into each other sooner and you could have been enjoying your own already.”

“Does that mean you’ll share your secret recipe with me?” he teased as you pretended to mull over it for a moment. He really, really liked your smile. He knew that much already,, “I’ll make it worth your while…somehow, promise.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” you crooked your finger to beckon him to lean in, which he did so without hesitation, “it’s not a secret at all. I can write it down if you’d like.”

“Or…you could tell me and I’ll try to memorize it and maybe we’ll be lucky enough to run into each other and you can correct me if I’m wrong?” he had a sweet, dopey smile on his face that you knew you couldn’t say no. 

“Yeah,” you agreed softly, “I can do that. C’mere.”

You pulled him over to one of the tables and sat down with him settling across from you, “tell me then, mystery coffee girl, what’s the recipe.”

“Blonde roast espresso with a heavy hand of cream, some pumpkin puree, pumpkin pie spice, sugar, and topped with whipped cream and cinnamon,” you explained and it was almost too funny to see his face shift from one emotion to the next as he tried to process everything. Half of what you had said went over his head, but he didn’t care; he already decided that he could listen to you explain it a hundred times over and he’d still intently listen, “don’t give me that look, coffee thief! It might be weird, but apparently you liked it so you don’t get to judge.”

“Not judging at all,” he promised as he crossed his heart, “it’s like magic. I thought I was destined to drink coffee black for all eternity and you have proved me wrong.”

“Glad to hear it,” you grinned, glancing at your watch before sighing lightly. You looked at him and those pretty brown eyes and frowned, “as much as I would like to stay, I have to get to work at the hospital.”

“I should get going too…” neither of you moved quickly to leave, both of you wanting to stay, “I, ummm…see you tomorrow maybe?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I’ll be here. See you tomorrow, Eddie.”

“See you tomorrow,” he held his hand up in a small wave as he watched you go. When you turned around to give him a little smile and wave, his heart skipped a few beats and he suddenly felt breathless. 

Maybe early mornings weren’t so bad after all. Maybe sweet coffee was better than the bitter black bean water he’d been drinking all these years. He wasn’t positive just yet, but he was more than willing to find out.

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“You’re up early,” you padded into the kitchen, rubbing the last bits of sleep from your eyes as you stifled a yawn. A soft chuckle met your ears before a strong pair of hands settled on your hips, “something smells delicious.”

“Coffee,” he grinned as you sighed contentedly, “good morning, angel.”

“Good morning, honey boy,” you pulled him in for a hug and burrowed your face into his chest. His familiar, warm smell enveloped you, causing you to lazily press kisses along his shoulder, “come back to bed, ‘s so early, it’s still dark. Pretty please with cherries on top?"

"I don't know," he teased as you pressed yourself into him, melding into his body as much as possible, "what's in it for me, coffee girl?"

"Cuddles," you promised; you could practically feel the laugh vibrating in his chest, "kisses, inappropriate touching…andddd I'll make our special coffee later."

"Say less," he tapped your hips and you jumped up, clinging to him like a koala as he picked you up and walked back towards the bedroom, "you had me at inappropriate touching."

"Eddie!" you chided although there was no malice behind your words. He pulled back so he could look at you, melting at your still sleepy little smile, "I love you, coffee thief."

"I love you too," he grinned, "best mistake of my life, baby."

“Wasn’t a mistake,” you trailed a few soft kisses along his jaw, “it was destiny!”

“Well,” he snorted in amusement, his eyes growing soft, “I’m glad destiny worked out.”

[thecameronchronicles]

Catch and Release

TW: Mentions of death and murder. Language. Public sex. Smut. Perilous situations. ROUGH sex. Degrading. Spit Spit. 

DARK CONTENT!

SUMMARY: Your existence alongside Rafe Cameron alters tonight as he corners you in the woods. 

WORD COUNT: 1300

REQUESTED

Hii since you literally write enemies to lovers so good, I have an idea:

Rafe and Y/N being enemies... Like they really hate each other and he is constantly trying to actually kill her, but she thinks he's so hot, so she keeps teasing him and making sexual jokes to him and he's pretending he isn't affected by her... So maybe one day they're in the woods and he pulls out a gun and points it at her, saying he'll kill her but she's all smug and says to him "Aww, but I want you to fuck me first..." and she gropes him and he gets all flustered and stutters & she almost kisses him so he finally has enough of her teasing and it leads to rough sex 🖤

Catch and Release

You were the absolute last person he ever wanted to see in the same way he was your first. But for the very same reason. You hated each other. The amount of loathing consuming you both was enough to cause embarrassment for both of your families as you would bicker and toy with each other every chance allowed. If you worked an event, you made it a point to emasculate him and be the reason for his lack of self-assurance. And for you, he would put in word to get you fired from said event. But where he loathed your existence as a pogue with the belief that you were completely useless aside from fixing a car or a drink, you loathed him because of how easily your mind arranged sexual scenarios between the two of you. So where he hated you to death. You hated him all because you just needed a good fuck…

"I've had it!" He suddenly turned to you with the woods, a gun suddenly pointed at your direction as your eyes flared with a blaze. It was a mix of horror and exhilaration as you saw the same mirrored within himself. Just as you had fought to act on all of the times you had been in close proximity, he had fought to allow it. But you had both agreed to help in the search for the missing pogues, prompting you within the forestry, as he risked anyone seeing you, even though you were far enough that nobody would even hear a gunshot between you. And as it should have terrified you, it exhilarated you. 

"You gonna shoot me, Rafe?"

"Don't think I will?" You sauntered closer. 

"You'd really kill the girl who could give you the best head of your life?" He was flustered. Fumbling and stuttering as you smirked. When intelligence eluded him, he optioned for violence, pinning you against the tree, gun beneath your chin. 

"Don't…mess with me…"

"Why would I do that when I'd rather just fuck you?" You teased his lips, all to move past him, managing two steps, before his hand wrapped on the back of your neck. 

"Always wanting to push every one of my buttons to see how far I'll go…calling my bluff…embarrassing me. Well that ends tonight-" He groaned, turning you to face him. 

"Tonight!" He spat as your smirk faded as he pushed you back towards the tree, dropping low enough to tear down your pants, but not allowing you a moment's comfort before wrapping your hair within his fist. 

"You WILL swallow like a good little whore. But for right now…spit-" When you only smirked, stubbornness not fleeting for even a moment, he took hold of your jaw, spitting on your tongue. 

"Spit!" He ordered as you obliged solely for your own pleasure before he turned you back to the tree. 

"Such a fucking slut always saying such dirty things in public. So you're gonna get fucked in public…" He brought the gun back beneath your chin, "Death makes you wanna come?"

"You do…" You groaned as he teased your sex. 

"You won't hurt me-"

"No?" He pulled your hair tighter. 

"Nope. Not when I'm the only one who will fuck you…" You turned to face him, his cock in your hand. "Not when I can quell all those nasty little kinks and I'll even say thank you…REALLY pretty just for you." 

His hand came to your jaw. 

"You think just because I fuck you I won't kill you?"

"There is no other girl who would be willing to ride you with a hot gun in your hand…" You led the weapon towards your sex. "One who would let you use it when you got tired-"

"I don't GET tired-" 

"No? Well I'm tired of talking …so fuck me or kill me, Rafe, either way just do something-" He kept the gun at your clit, small circles made as he thrusted slowly in to you. 

"This what you want, you dirty pogue slut? This cock everything you dreamed of?" He patronized and degraded in the matter of two sentences as you couldn't help but be smart against him.

"Oh, you're inside me? Couldn't even tell, thought you'd be bigger-" To this, you were ravaged. Not once would his lips touch yours as he didn't believe you deserved this. Yet, his breath was at a constant state of teasing this as he was hovering over you. 

"For someone who doesn't feel it, you're sure clenching around it-"

"Fuck!" The sensations of his depth had been enough to silence your side of the banter as he smirked. 

"I like you this way…quiet." He glared as he saw the pleasure he was allowing you. For that. He would lift you just enough until he could rut you into the dirt. Turning you away from him, he kept you pinned flat before bending one leg higher as he penetrated you this way. 

"You're gonna come in the dirt like you should. Where you belong. Then you're gonna use that dirty little mouth to make me come. And you're gonna swallow every last fucking drop until you pay for every one of those goddamn comments." He slapped your ass before pounding into you. One hand would round to your breast, tearing your shirt as he quickened still. Not even moans were intelligible as only whimpers and gasps were able to leave your compressed lips as you pinned your hands into the dirt. 

"You better fucking scream or I'll make it so you won't ever make a sound for anybody else ever again-" 

"RAFE!!!!" 

"COME!" He ordered as you unbuckled those reservations through his thrusts. But before you could bask in that high, you were forced to your knees. 

"Hurry the fuck up. I don't want anyone to know I pitied you long enough to come down your throat." You obliged, quickly making yourself tearful over him as he continued to degree you overhead. 

"So fucking desperate. Covered in dirt, fucked, shaking, and still making me come in your mouth-" You only kept your eyes to him. 

"Better enjoy it, because it's never going to happen again." You ignored this as you saw the deception in his eyes, all while you took him harder, focusing on his tip, and feeling him grip your hair tighter. 

"Yeah, yeah…I'm gonna come. For every drop you don't swallow, you get a nice little slap on that little ass…" You nodded before watching his face contort. 

"I hope you miss every bit." You accepted the challenge, swallowing everything but one single final bit, purposely spitting it. 

"Guess you have to spank me…" You spoke while wiping a tear from your cheek. He turned you, supplying two swift strikes before picking the gun back up. 

"You have ten seconds to run. If I find you, you won't have to worry about an excuse to tell your pogues why you look like this. You'll be dead."

"Ten…nine…" 

But you stayed put. 

"Or you could just fuck me again…"

"Guess you'll find out when I catch you."

"If." You corrected before sprinting in the opposite direction.

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[yeonjunszn]

ASAP! — TWENTY TWO

PAIRING! mark lee x f!reader

SUMMARY! you’re not exactly the best barista at zhong coffee, but for some unknown reason (his massive crush on you), mark thinks you can do no wrong. sick and tired of his favoritism and your lack thereof due to absolute obliviousness, your coworkers are determined to fix this problem. asap.

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True to his word, Hongjoong arrives at Zhong Coffee with his friends around 9am. You spot him strolling into the shop and glancing around. (Probably looking for things he could steal.)

Waving at him, you stay in your place at the register as he walks to greet you, his friends tailing him like they're minions.

"So what's up?" you ask, pretending to pick at the skin around your nails.

"Oh, my friends and I are just looking at some of the different roasts you guys have, considering which ones to ste- I mean buy! Yeah, buy," Hongjoong stumbles. His emo friend rolls his eyes and walks back to the display with all the coffee beans with the pastry guy. "Why are you working mornings now?"

"Oh, uhhh, I wasn't doing the best during the mid shift to be honest. They thought I'd do better in the mornings," you answer. You're a horrible liar, which makes you think you'd make a horrible actor. Not looking Hongjoong in the eye is going somewhat well for you in this case. "Hopefully I can help you with what you're here for."

You finally look at Hongjoong's face. He looks flustered, like he'd just been caught in the act. But he hasn't yet. You just need to continue chatting for a bit more. Yeonjun and San are nowhere to be seen, despite the mornings being their usual shift. Renjun’s going to be hearing about this at your lunch break.

"Oh, well, to be honest my friends and I were looking at this specific roast of beans because it's really popular nowadays. And also the grinders you guys have. The reselling value is astounding!" Hongjoong exclaims, pointing to where his friends are. They're chatting about which beans would be better, but you can't really hear more than that. "Can I ask you a question?"

You nod, not really paying attention to Hongjoong, instead watching as his friends walk towards you at side register, discussing which grinder would be worth more based off the sound of the hopper.

"Are you into bad guys?" Hongjoong asks suddenly.

The question catches you off guard as you try to think about your answer. Are you into bad guys? The only crush you think you've had before was on Lee Jeno and despite his pretty exterior, the interior wasn't as pretty. Would he be considered bad? And then there's Mark, who's by all definitions the complete opposite of a bad guy. He's nice to you; he helps you no matter what, he gives you his chocolate croissant to cheer you up, he’s let you be a shitty employee for how long? He is a complete good guy and maybe that's your type.

By the time you've finished thinking and have come up with an answer, Hongjoong's friends have left and the 2 new grinders from side bar along with five bags of white coffee are missing. Panicking, you press on the panic button under your register, signaling Renjun, who rushes out from behind the counter to stop the thieves with Hendery and Xiaojun. Just like Xiaojun said, Chenle is not on the floor and within a few minutes, the shop has been closed with all entrances locked.

Hongjoong notices the commotion around you, his eyes also searching for his friends as the shop’s alarm system goes off. "Fuck..." he mutters under his breath. "Of all days..."

Hongjoong turns to you, an eyebrow raised, "You didn't know about the grinders, right?"

"What grinders?" a voice sounds from behind you. Hongjoong's eyes widen as he begins to sprint for his life, as Hyuck starts chasing after him.

From the corner of your eye, you spot Hongjoong's shorter friend with one of the grinders from the bar, hunched over and making his way to the back of the shop. You try to make your way towards him, but something flies at your face. It's hard and it hurts once it crashes right against your nose.

Blood trickles on to the floor from your nose and you look up from where the mix cup was thrown. Wooyoung looks at you with an apologetic look, shouting, "I'm so sorry, Y/N! I had to!"

Huffing, you pinch the tip of your nose and tilt your head back. You didn't think today would be this chaotic. Yeah you made jokes about potentially dying and getting hurt, but they were just that. Jokes!

Something soft covers your face for a bit, obscuring your vision. Oh no, this is it, this is when you're going to die. All because some guys were stealing grinders and beans from your place of work and weren't going down without a fight—

It's suddenly lifted off your face and a hand brings your chin down, nudging your hand off your nose and pressing the soft thing to the bloody nostril.

Mark's face comes into view and as you grab the handkerchief, his hands come up to cup at your face, "You okay?"

"The pastry guy is headed towards the back," you reply, dodging his question.

"Sumin's already waiting there. And I asked you if you're okay, not where the pastry guy is," Mark chuckles. He brings his face closer to yours, inspecting yours for any bruises. You desperately hope he can't feel the warmth blooming across your face. "No bruising yet but I'll get you ice. Wait here."

The speed in which Mark leaves you has you upset for some reason. It's almost as if you'd preferred if he stayed with you, wrapping you in his arms again. You realize then and there that you wouldn't mind staying in his hold for a while. What are these thoughts and where did they come from?

TWENTY TWO — grinders and coffee beans

PREV! twenty one — #xiaojun_out

NEXT! twenty three — what is a marky/n

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[rnisa]

Hey! Mind doing headcanons of wammy boys + light (pre death note/au without the death note because that light/kira is dead to me 💀) on what their type of s/o would be? Thank you and have a wonderful day 💝💝💝

Hi there lovely Anon! Yes, I would LOVE to. Let's bury Kira!Light together. Please note that I headcanon every character in the series as bisexual so these are meant to be gender-neutral. However, you can headcanon them however you like, and have fun within your own imagination. The more people who can enjoy my work, the better!

What Type of S/O Light and the Wammy Boys Could Have - AU where there is no Death Note

Light Yagami

★ This could definitely just be me projecting, but I can see Light being attracted to someone very different from himself, the "norm", or what you'd expect. He seems relatively bored with his life as a teenager, kind of as if he's maxed out on a video game and everything feels too easy. He's definitely a manwhore and dates around a lot, but hasn't really had a serious relationship. He never had a serious partner throughout school; his dates were just for fun or to pass the time. In university, Light begins to date Kiyomi. Because objectively together...they make sense. They look good together. But Light's interest in her was minimal. Once he realized she was "all or nothing" and Light was losing interest, he split things off amicably pretty fast.

★ I can see Light being drawn to someone...strange and unusual. Honestly, this is going to sound weird but without the Death Note I can definitely see him at least very attracted to her appearance given how she stands out (but in this AU, they never meet.) Light strikes me as the type who would want someone interesting and different from the norm. "Annoyed to Lovers" is very fitting, he'd be annoyed, maybe a bit put-off from someone who is loud and without shame, but he would find these traits endearing over time. You don't need to be a genius but you do need to be intelligent and able to have serious discussions with him. If you can't keep up with him or at least try to (and succeed, he's not the most patient but at the same time he is above average) he won't want you.

★Light is attracted to someone who can challenge him. He's not used to someone who talks back to him really, and at first he finds it annoying but it quickly becomes a turn-on when someone does...of course, that'll only make him want to 'put you in your place' all the more. He's had enough of people who swoon over him and come to him so easily. Someone overly emotional, stubborn, tough and strong would balance him out well. As much as he's turned on by you talking back to him, he would cherish the moments he's able to push you into a more submissive state. He's a brat tamer. There would be arguments, but they are resolved. He does have a thing for a traditional relationship so no matter your gender, he wants you at home, looking cute and sexy when he returns from work for the day.

L Lawliet

★This might be an unpopular opinion but I can see L as the most versatile one when it comes to his tastes. At the core, L wants someone who is nice, and kind. He's worked on some awful crimes, seen the very worst of people...the poor guy's exhausted. He's also not in any position to be dating around much, and the lack of experience means he does not really have a whole lot to go off of. While he would love the comfort of a partner, he at times thinks he can't possibly have a relationship. In his mind, he can't give most people the average life they want, a "normal" life. To be with L you do need to compromise a lot, and essentially alter your entire way of living to fit into his. This isn't for everybody, and he understands that. ★All this being said, L of course, has standards. But out of every character you've requested for, I can see him being the most open minded, having more types. It's not because he doesn't have many chance to meet people so he'd take what he could get - ABSOLUTELY NOT. It's just that he doesn't have very many preferences due to the lacking of experience. He will be drawn to a warm person, full of life, with a generally positive disposition. I can't really explain it but if there is a natural sort of chemistry there, it will happen. Someone who stays with him and keeps him company, your presence is enough. You couldn't be overtly meek or shy, as a relationship probably wouldn't take off at all. You need to be the one who takes charge and makes the first initial moves.

★ You don't need to be a genius to be with him either, but again, you cannot be shallow and willfully ignorant to the world around you.

Near

★ Like L, Near would be difficult. It's really hard to say what would be his type.

★ Again, probably me projecting but I can genuinely see Near connecting a lot and having many online friends. He's easily able to mask his online appearance and do things safely under varying pseudonyms. I don't know why I HC Near as a gamer so much, but it's just pretty funny to me. I don't think it's too far fetched but I'm sure that's not for everyone...

★ Going with that headcanon, Near would most definitely be able to socialize in games. I do think he has a circle of friends he regularly games and chats with, when he's not working. Rester and Lidner are very supportive of this since it gives them a break helps to broaden his social skills. In this scenario, Near could become attracted to someone purely for their mind. He wouldn't realize it at first, but slowly he'd talk with a certain someone every day, even when he isn't up for gaming. One day he doesn't hear for you, and he is surprised. You must be busy. Day two, you haven't appeared online. Now he's worried. After day three he's already sad and tries to find a way to ask Rester about this. As smart as he is, Rester definitely figures out that Near loves someone before he does. It's at this point once you finally come back and apologize for being away, "Sorry, life got busy!" , you realize Near's...passive clinginess. Uh oh.

★ I think many people he'd interact with online would mostly find him annoying. But, those who are patient with him and able to take the time to understand him would find that he is just incredibly "sheltered", and, once they got to know him, he would have a strong support circle. He develops feelings for you because you form a bond. You obviously wouldn't have much in common besides gaming, but you are essentially one of Near's gateways to the outside world. Youre watching a new show and tell him about it? Near's already on episode two. You just got Animal Crossing and you're playing it with all your friends? Near buys it, just to have another way to connect with you. You talk, share each others thoughts and feelings. He learns what your dreams are, what you want. He knows a lot about you, but you know very little about him which becomes frustrating to you.

SO it's hard for me to say when it comes to Near, again due to lack of experience. I don't know what his type would be but he has the capacity to form a deeper bond with very few. You need to be patient and persistent.

Mello

Thank God, an easy one.

★ Mello is a bit toxic in my HC? Like he's done some rude shit. He's pretty annoying and you need to be mentally and emotionally strong because there will be plenty of arguments.

★ I think his type is on the surface, a bit superficial. Depending on what you are he's all for big tits/big dick/fat fuckin' ass. He doesn't want someone who traded in their brains for beauty, but he is definitely the most visually inclined here of them all. Mello's type would be someone who can be tough...but not as tough as him. He's definitely more into the high maintenance type, and he's not sure why. He's attracted to those who take care of themselves physically, from looking good to always cleaning up and always dressed nice.

Beyond Birthday lmao the gif

★ B has a type in my HC: people that are completely put off by him. For some reason, it gets him off when he's able to make someone uncomfortable and confused with his actions. He likes their reactions (usually of disgust). B is more interested in the innocent, naïve, curious type. He is a great actor, and I'd like to think he has plenty of experience. He has little sense of self/is constantly in an identity crisis, so I feel he tries out a "new" personality each time he's interested in someone new. He'd spend time stalking them and finding out what they look for in a partner, and become that, for a short while. He's drawn to interesting and mysterious people, what he thinks "interesting" is essentially anyone who deviates from the norm, in some way. I do think he's one of the more sexually-inclined people in this list, I could see him meeting someone just as uhm...what's a nice word for fucked up... as he is through some kind of online fe tish site, and building a relationship purely based from a BDSM agreement. I could go into detail on another post but I'm going to try to keep this one relatively tame.

If he was genuinely in love, and with the right partner who he's able to open up to and talk with, I do believe he could have gotten help before committing murder. B has a lot of issues to unpack and requires legitimate professional help, therapy, even short-term hospitalization. But I do think there could have been a chance. BUT , there wasn't a chance, and this didn't happen. So B would not divulge the true and honest inner workings of his mind to you. It's unfortunate, but if you date during or after (AU he doesn't attempt to cancel his subscription to life and is never caught, continuing to carry out murders just to fuck with L? Or if he somehow managed to avoid his triple life sentences and get out of prison?) you would essentially be dating a monster in disguise. Literally.

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Today in Chontent: February 12th (2018)

Charles gets interviewed by Andrea Noviello of warmup-f1.fr about his upcoming rookie F1 season.

source: warmup-f1.fr series: f1, 2018

Established by Sauber after his breathtaking 2017 campaign, Charles Leclerc is excited to finally be able to start his first season at the wheel of a Formula 1 car.

His 2017 season was close to perfection. By conquering with disconcerting superiority seven victories, eight pole positions, ten podiums and four fastest laps last year in the antechamber of Formula 1, Charles Leclerc not only positioned himself as one of the greatest hopes of tomorrow, but above all won his ticket to the premier category of motorsport. Recruited by Sauber as part of the partnership between the Swiss team and Alfa Romeo, the figurehead of the Ferrari Driver Academy will have the difficult task of meeting the immense expectations generated by his consecutive double crowning in GP3 and Formula 2. But while waiting to finally be able to demonstrate the full extent of his talent aboard an F1 car, the Monegasque took advantage of these long weeks of break to perfect his physical condition and begin his process of discovering the Hinwil facilities. Delighted to be able to collaborate again with his former boss at ART GP Frédéric Vasseur, the Sauber driver is resolutely confident before tackling his first season at the highest level. Aware of the difficulties that await him, Nicolas Todt's protégé nevertheless wants to be ambitious. Convinced of being able to put his best foot forward if he remains focused on his own work, Leclerc intends to confirm in 2018 all the good things that the paddock thinks of him.

The Formula 1 world championship will resume on March 25 at Albert Park in Australia. How do you feel a little over a month before your big debut in the premier category?

Very good. I've dreamed of it since I was little! To think that I am going to start my first season in Formula 1 is just incredible. But I must not forget to concentrate on the work I will have to do in F1. 2018 will be a pivotal year in my career. So I'm actively preparing physically to be ready the day I get into the new car.

The winter break is generally a rather difficult period for a pilot, because it consists almost exclusively of heavy and intensive physical preparation. How do you manage to fill the lack of management?

It is extremely difficult, if not almost impossible, for a pilot to make up for the lack of running. Of course it has absolutely nothing to do with F1, but I'm still going to try to go and drive a kart a little these days just to get some sensations and have fun. I spend the majority of my time perfecting my physical condition so that I can be in good shape for the first tests in Barcelona. The desire to drive a single-seater, unfortunately, cannot be satisfied for a large part of the winter. Afterwards, everyone is in the same boat. You just have to accept it and prepare as best as possible for the winter tests.

Starting out in Formula 1 is always a crucial step in a driver's life. In addition to arriving in a completely different world from the one you have encountered in the past in promotional formulas, are you aware of reaching the biggest milestone in your career in motorsport?

Completely. F1 is nothing like the minor categories. Going from karting to single-seaters is already a big step. Moving up to Formula 1 undoubtedly represents the second biggest step in a driver's life. The engines were all identical within the promotion formulas I went through. So the goal came down to doing the best job possible in the car. If we met this condition, we knew full well that the results would follow.

In F1, on the other hand, the driver is much more dependent on the performance of his machine...

Yes. It's not quite the same thing in F1, because there is a lot of difference in performance between the cars. The procedures to follow are also much more numerous than in the small categories. F1 is really a big step to take, but above all I have to concentrate on the work I will have to do in the single-seater in order to bring the best possible result home. I will also focus on developing the car as quickly and efficiently as possible throughout the season.

For the first time since you started karting, you will approach a season knowing that you will not have the means to win on a regular basis. How do we mentally prepare ourselves to settle for runners-up when, like you, we have collected titles in the lower categories?

Above all, I will seek to deliver the best possible work in the car. The end result won't matter in the end. The most important thing for me will be to stay focused on my job while trying to make the car progress as quickly as possible. F1 is undoubtedly a completely different world to what I have experienced in the past. So I'm definitely going to have to go through a little period of adaptation. But to be able to do effective work in the premier category, the key will be to concentrate on what I have to do and only on that.

You will team up with Marcus Ericsson in 2018, a driver who certainly did well last year alongside Wehrlein, but who does not necessarily enjoy a very big reputation inside the paddock. To hope to impress F1, won't you somehow be obliged to "crush it" like you outclassed Formula 2 last year?

Marcus has a lot of experience in F1. So I'm already going to try to learn alongside him. However, as I mentioned previously, my main goal is to produce the best job possible while remaining focused solely on myself. This is something I learned from my previous seasons in single-seaters. If I focus on my work and do it well, then I should be able to demonstrate what I'm worth. I prefer not to distract myself by looking at others. I just make sure I give my best. We will then see what results I will be able to obtain this season.

Sauber remains in four very difficult seasons in Formula 1. In addition to its recurring financial problems, the Swiss team has also suffered greatly on a sporting level since three times out of four it finished the championship in tenth place. Did these chronic difficulties scare you when joining the Swiss team?

No, on the contrary I am very confident. With “Fred” (Vasseur) at the helm, the team is truly in good hands. I know him very well and I love the way he works. A team manager must work in this way to help the team progress. We should also not neglect the impact of the return of Alfa Romeo. So yes, until we put the car on the ground, it will be difficult to predict anything. Our main mission will be to develop the car as quickly as possible throughout the year.

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Day One, Coming Untouched - Summer of Cum 🤍

It’s not like Daniel has to prove himself to Max, they’ve been together for a long time now and Max still looks at him like he hung all the stars in the sky. It’s just- well, he feels a bit sensitive about turning 34. He feels old. Especially compared to his 25-year-old fucking boyfriend.

He wants to prove to himself that he can still perform, that he’s still got it and that 34 isn’t over the hill. If he can’t prove it on the track this year, then you bet he’s going to prove it in the bedroom.

It becomes a bit of a personal mission for him, and all he wants to do on his birthday is make Max come. Make him come over and over until he’s spent and his cock is spurting absolutely nothing, jerking dry and overstimulated.

It’s not even like their sex life is lacking. It’s most definitely not. But it’s been a while since Daniel has dragged multiple orgasms out of Max, and well… it’s his birthday. If he wants to spend all day fooling around with Max then he will, proving to himself that he’s not over the hill, or past it, is just an added bonus.

He wakes up to Max’s hot breath on his neck and a hand sneaking into his shorts, where his cock is already half-hard. Max doesn’t jerk him or anything, just cups Daniel, his fingers teasing the hair at the base of his cock.

“Happy birthday, Daniel,” Max says, his accent more pronounced at the early hour. Daniel can tell that Max wants to make today all about Daniel, all about making Daniel feel good, and Daniel is going to feel good. But he’s going to feel good as he blows Max’s mind.

“Hmmm,” Daniel moans sleepily, turning towards Max to capture his lips in a messy kiss. It’s uncoordinated, both of them are still half asleep.

It doesn’t take long for things to heat up though, within minutes they’re pulling off their shorts, losing them in the mess of the sheets, and rutting bare against each other. Max’s cock slides against Daniel’s hip, leaving a shiny trail of pre-come every time he ruts forwards, he’s always so wet for Daniel.

It almost makes Daniel dizzy with satisfaction, how wet Max gets for him. Just for him. That’s never changed, no matter how many birthdays Daniel has celebrated.

“Let me suck you off,” Max says, gasping halfway through his words when Daniel ruts down and the friction takes his breath away.

“No, I have other plans,” Daniel tells him, reaching over to grab the lube from their bedside table. “Can I fuck you?”

Max whines. Nodding enthusiastically, eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure. Daniel’s going to ruin him today.

He spends a long time stretching Max open, until Max’s hole is clenching around 3 fingers and practically begging for more. He doesn’t even need to lube his dick up, because Max’s hole is already sopping wet with it. Instead, he takes his fingers out of Max and before Max can even whine about it he slides his cock into him in one fluid motion. Burying himself deep.

“That okay?” Daniel asks. They’re face to face, so Daniel can see Max’s jaw slack with pleasure, but he still needs to check. Always seeks Max’s permission to move his hips, no matter how hard it is to keep them still when he first buries himself inside.

Max’s legs are wrapped around Daniel’s waist, heels digging into Daniel’s lower back as he begs for more. Begs Daniel to move.

So Daniel does. He fucks Max hard and fast, angling his thrusts down slightly to nail Max’s prostate, circling his hips slightly, just how Max likes it.

“Daniel,” Max moans, and he looks debauched, his hair damp with sweat and his lips wet with saliva from where he’s practically drooling for Daniel’s dick.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Daniel moans, before taking one of Max’s hands in his own and bringing it up to his own mouth to press a soft kiss against. “For my birthday, you’re gonna come on just my cock.”

Max groans but nods enthusiastically.

Daniel might be 34 now, but sometimes when he’s fucking into Max it feels like he’s still a teenager, trying not to blow his load too early. Daniel has to give his balls a quick tug to stop himself from getting too close to the edge too quickly.

He tries to keep a steady rhythm, knows if he wants Max to come like this he needs to keep it consistent, repetitive movements all nailing that one delicate spot inside of him. Until. Until Max is gasping, writhing around on the bed, arching his back and telling Daniel he’s going to come like it’s not the most obvious thing in the world.

It’s always beautiful watching Max come undone. But this is something special, watching Max’s cock jerk all on its own, spurting come at odd angles as Max writhes, and then leaking a pool of come onto the lowest part of his soft stomach.

Max’s hole clenches tight around him, and that’s all Daniel can take, emptying himself deep inside the warm heat of his boyfriend.

“Put a plug in, yeah?” Daniel pants, his lips sliding against Max’s in a half kiss. “I’m gonna put so many loads inside you today.”

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Heyy i saw your tiktok video on The Prank™ and I'm dying to know what your interpretation is on how it happened and how they made up, how it impacted them, you get the gist I just can't believe I haven't thought to ask before.

My HC/take/interpretation of The Prank, isn’t anything so special but I do think if I were to ever fully expand on it I’d make sure Sirius wasn’t so dogged down as he was over it. I think The Prank, despite it being canon, is sometimes very overdone and milked for its worth just for the sake of dredging up angst over and over again.

Now, do I think it’s important if you’re creating something within that verse, yeah. I think it’s a pivotal moment that shows some serious oversight on Sirius’ part. Sirius is notoriously tactile and quick witted, but I believe in his younger years he was quick to get a tad bit overexcited or enthused when it came to revenge and this was a prime example of that. He didn’t think about the consequence of his actions and had tunnel vision with the end goal of a, ‘aha!’ moment with Snape. Pure vengeance (good little Scorpio).

How I like to see it, is Remus, James and Pete were all shocked by this obviously but they didn’t spend weeks on weeks treating him like a piece of shit for it. I think the bounce back rate was quick, but the thick of the aftermath was hard. So Remus got angry fast but it was resolved quicker than most of the times I’ve seen it dragged out for. James wouldn’t ignore Sirius, it would just be strained for a few days while they worked through their own tension over Sirius’ blatant stupidity and selfish motives. Pete much the same, though I suspect he would be armed with a few nasty quips here and there which James would chastise him for, even if he was slightly agreeable to them. Pete would try to keep away from Sirius and encourage Remus to do the same so they could both “cool off”, whereas James is a man of action and want things resolving instantly. Though he wouldn’t lack the sensitivity of being naive enough to know the mending wouldn’t happen like that, it wouldn’t be overnight, he’s emotionally intelligent and a people person and would know when the line is about to be crossed.

Remus, I believe would be in disbelief for the first few minutes of hearing it, type of white noise blocking out everything that isn’t the information he’s trying to compute. I think he would turn physical quick, or at least want to, but not towards Sirius. His violent streak is often downplayed, something that is canon (though I have no interest in keeping things parallel to that or drawing similarities, but this one is important for the topic) and bred through Remus feeling somewhat constantly restrained and bottled up. He has a lot to say, but sometimes doesn’t feel he’s in the right space to say it, a confidence which he found in the comfort of his friendships with the Marauders and Lily. Despite his presence being a quiet, calm and reserved (albeit sarcastic) one, post Prank Remus was a ticking time bomb. Cutting corners, Sirius was fast becoming his world and the betrayal was like a jab to his gut, throat and balls all at once so that pressure valve was ready to burst.

The fallout would’ve lasted in total, a couple of weeks, three at the absolute most. Remus would begin in denial and then lash out physically, the product of which wouldn’t have bothered him due to his existing scars. The headcanon behind Sirius sleeping in Remus’ shirt is something I imagine as a segue in their relationship, the link between Moony = safe, Moony’s smell = safe, Moony’s clothes = smell, safe, secure. Home. Team that with Sirius’ family issues, it ties in well that whilst they were still denying their feelings for each other outwardly, the ball was rolling in the symbolic trade of Sirius wanting to be dowsed in Remus’ scent, only really ever feeling truly safe when he felt encompassed by him. So, cut to Sirius pulling the Prank and unwittingly simultaneously putting Remus’ life in potential danger and landing him in Azkaban for murder, it was Remus who didn’t feel safe anymore. And Remus, when feeling unsafe, will lash out and retreat. He was so angry that he wanted to level out the playing field and strip Sirius of the safety he found in that shirt, something that was an unspoken token between the two of them and therefore, even more sacred. It wasn’t just a fickle give me my shirt back, it was acute enough that Sirius would feel it and understand the icy intention crystal clear.

That night Sirius walked down into the common room wearing it for the first time (the next day) after the Prank, it would be the first time any of them had heard Remus’ full baritone yell. Soon as that man clocked Sirius, it was like pedal to the ground rage, instinct, you don’t belong in that anymore.