#and this is my first tine watching it since then

[minimoefoe]

with the way things are going rn, I'm absolutely gonna be doing a full rewatch of oitnb again after I've finished s7 lmao

[disneyprincemuke]

flips hair i remember u were doin this. 3k celebration lets gaur

we shared our youth together, heard now you’re doing better

with max. fuckin. verstappen.

THANKBYOU LOVE YA GOOBYEAA

flips hair thank you and i'm sorry this took me like a week and a half to write LOLSIE anyway thanks for this tine ily as always <3

“oh, is that—” “yes,” victoria says firmly, coming up to block max’s view of you. it’s luka’s birthday party and given that you were her friend before max decided to hit on you and ask you to be his girlfriend years ago, of course, you’re invited for her firstborn’s birthday. it’s totally coincidental; victoria hadn’t expected max to take a couple of days off from the factory to come in for luka’s birthday party that’s thrown in advance. simply because they were going to have a family vacation with his own little family for a celebration next week. “oh.” max takes a deep breath, craning his neck to the side to catch a glimpse of you. you’re at the buffet line, engaged in conversation with another man that he’s never seen before. he looks at victoria with furrowed eyebrows with his finger pointed over at your figure. “should i go say hi?” victoria throws her head back in disbelief. “no! why would you even do that?” max raises an eyebrow and drops his hand. “why shouldn’t i? there’s no bad blood… right?” “no,” victoria says softly. but she can see the determination in max’s expression as he watches you. she moves and blocks his vision again. “no! max, don’t even think about approaching her! you left her a mess when you broke up with her!” max sighs, shaking his head. “it was a mutual breakup.” “it wasn’t,” she hums with a small scowl. “it was a mutual breakup because she chose not to fight for you. you wanted out of your relationship to focus on your career and she gave you that, max. leave her alone.” he lets his gaze linger over to you. he didn’t know that you weren’t on the same page as he was about the breakup. he just simply needed time for himself. by the time he was ready, he saw that you were doing fine — if not better — without him. he didn’t want to ruin that. “she’s doing fine without you. don’t go back into her life and ruin it,” victoria huffs with an eye roll. by the buffet line where you are, you lean into your friend’s body and glance over your shoulder. you see victoria has blocked max’s vision from you. “talk to me. keep talking to me,” you whisper, leaning forward slightly to look at the food prepared on the table. “what?” your friend turns around to face you with confusion. “we weren’t even talking.” “i know, but just act like you are,” you whimper, stiffening up your body. your heart starts pounding in your chest and your mind starts going slightly fuzzy. you haven’t seen max in forever — you’ve avoided everything related to racing since your nasty breakup just before he won his first championship. “my ex–” “oh, the max verstappen?” he turns around, glancing over at where victoria is. “i wanna say hi! i’m a really big fan!” “don’t look!” you shriek, rolling your eyes. “we have to eat out in the backyard now, mate. i’m not staying another moment in this room with him there.” memories of your intense relationship flash before your eyes. your first date out in monaco, the imported box of macarons from paris specifically for you when you were craving them and the trinkets from every city he goes to. you remember your first kiss in the comfort of his car and running from the car to the lobby of your apartment building in the rain. to the moment of your breakup — the days that he started to distance himself from you. the frequent texts and calls soon turned into special occasions that would have you waiting by the phone for something that would rarely come. it was humiliating. your friend hisses, an apologetic smile flashing at you. “nasty breakup?” “very.” “do you still love him?” “no. we need to stay outside before i start a physical fight with someone who i know can and will fight back if i throw a punch.” “oh okay.”

[ronearoundblindly]

Time and Tines (1/3)

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Steve Rogers x Villain!Reader for @sweeterthanthis's Bittersweet Symphony Writing Challenge

Can’t change the way we are, One kiss away from killing. —Bishop Briggs, River

Summary: Steve meets the mysterious woman staring at him from across the room.

Warnings for vague injuries, mention of needles, manipulation/brainwashing, SEMI-DARK fic (like I've read worse but it ain't sunny, folks). MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. This work has heavy themes unsuitable for minors. There is plenty else to read on my Light Masterlist if this is not your cup of tea! WC 3.6k

The event isn’t overly loud, but the lights are lower and he is surrounded by people. Steve isn’t fond of crowds, not when he’s not working, not when the event is actually meant to be fun for him. He isn’t Captain America right now. He isn’t the center of attention. He isn’t bothering to mingle. Instead, he’s chosen to humor a long-winded medical rant from the Avenger’s resident doctor of the past half-year.

Salvatore Avani enlightens Steve on several ways he can assess and replicate Erskine’s serum without taking a drop of any super soldier’s blood. It would be an interesting project if Steve hadn’t heard it all before, over and over, from every hopeful doctor and scientist to cross his path. At least Steve gets to be out of his suit for a while and…in another suit, though this one is significantly more forgiving to his stance and skin.

“You see, Captain, your strength can be wielded for so much more than fighting. It could give safety and security to people working unmechanizable jobs,” Dr. Avani points out.

“Not sure that’s a word, sir, but I understand.” Steve swirls whisky around in his tumbler, ice long melted, and wishes—not for the first time—that alcohol still had an effect on him. “A certain amount of modernization does protect those same workers from danger…and no one had to be dosed with anything,” he concludes before emptying the glass in hand.

As Avani opens his mouth to retort, a weight lands on Steve’s shoulder.

“Sorry, Doc,” Bucky interrupts, “just a quick word.”

“Of course, gentlemen.” The doctor turns back around to the bar to order himself another cocktail.

Bucky leans to whisper in Steve’s ear.

“So, punk, we got a situation at three o’clock.”

His whole body tenses, which doesn’t look all that different because Steve has excellent posture, but he deposits the finished glass on the counter and looks over his right shoulder past his friend.

Eyes. Intense and focused eyes meet his before darting down. A few people meander in the space between but you’re all Steve can see for a long moment.

“There it is,” Bucky mutters in recognition.

“Did you just make me look at a dame across the room?” Steve runs a hand over his freshly shaven law and hisses. “Jerk.”

“Uh, that dame’s been staring at you for a solid twenty minutes, but you weren’t noticing. You’re welcome.”

Steve lowers his head, suppressing a grin as best he can and glancing again to his right.

You’ve turned away. You’re fiddling with a glass of clear, bubbly liquid. Vodka soda? Gin and tonic? Those are Steve’s first guesses, but he can’t tell which since both lemon and lime wedges float above the ice.

“Two of whatever she is having,” Bucky asks the bartender helpfully, clapping a pat of encouragement on Steve’s back.

The man behind the bar gives a quizzical look and then shrugs.

Buck winks at him as Steve heads for your high-top table. No one else stands around you. No rings on the hand beside your drink. No way you don’t know he’s coming over even with your eyes down.

“Hi, mind if I join you?”

You smile without looking up. “Only if you brought gifts.” Your voice is small, a little shyer than Steve would expect from someone brazen enough to watch him that long from afar, but he sets his offering on the table anyway.

“I do,” he replies softly, matching your tone, “although what it is is a mystery to me.”

Still smiling, you drain your original glass quickly and confess, “Sierra Mist.”

Steve sucks air through pearly white teeth. “Yikes. More of a 7-Up man myself.”

“Go figure. Captain America has brand loyalty.”

He fails to stop the burst of laughter punched from his chest. It doesn’t scare you though. He’s actually pleased it seems to relax you. He sets his own hand on the table approximately an inch from yours. 

“Touché.”

A faint tremor rolls through that hand but stops after you make a fist and release it.

Steve just starts saying random things that come to mind, and shockingly, it works.

Conversation flows for while as he notices that your dress straps don’t stay put very well and there is a barely visible seam at your hairline. Why you would need to wear a wig, he has no idea. He finds himself almost compelled to say your natural hair is perfect, just like you.

And this is why Steve doesn’t let himself out much.

During one comment regarding the other guests, he sneaks a peek over at Bucky—still beside Avani—and is flashed a thumbs up which he immediately hopes you did not see.

Chatting continues.

Steve isn’t a good flirt, but it seems he’s getting lucky with little lines tonight. He’s willing to push his luck.

“Well, after all this sweetness, maybe we should dance off some energy.” Yet sugar, like alcohol, has no discernible effect on Steve Rogers.

“Oh, no. That’s not necessary. I’m a miserable dancer.” You lift your bejeweled clutch up alongside your lemon-lime soda. “Besides how would I carry it all?”

“Well, if they’d make dresses with fuller skirts like they used to,” Steve teases, pushing his half-full glass aside, “you wouldn’t have that problem. The world regressed that way. Real shame.”

“Not a fan of form-fitting gowns?” you cock your head with wide eyes.

Steve’s gaze snaps to his shoes, hoping to choke off the heat rising in his cheeks. It only chokes his words. “Oh, oh god, no. They’re lovely. I meant, ya know, pockets and…I just—I didn’t want anything to stop you.“

“Me neither.”

You take him in with warm assessment and one last evaluation of the room, tucking your lip between your teeth briefly. “You’re in luck,” you add with a laugh. “I’m about to blow your mind, Captain.”

He watches you open the clasp, fish around inside the tiny bag—barely an envelope, really, but Steve learned from Natasha that ladies can hold a scary amount in those things,— and pull out a silvery length like a party trick from the minuscule confines. The new strap allows you to toss the purse over your shoulder.

You present the transformation like it’s a superpower.

“Nifty,” Steve coos.

You nod an acceptance of his awe. “I am nothing if not prepared.”

“And now—“ he offers his hand again “—out of excuses. Bucky tells me I am ‘a sight to behold’ and not in a good way. Shall we prove him right in solidarity?”

You head to the open floor, guided by Steve’s lead. “Not gonna try to prove him wrong?”

He swings you around to face him. “How would I always win as Cap if I bet like that?”

You hum while Steve settles a hand over the satin at your waist. “Picking your battles, huh?” Free and delicate hands land at his shoulders before one smooths down his sleeve, your eyes never leaving his. “And I’m a fight waiting to happen?”

He gets lost for a few bars until he shows his true colors and winces.

“Well, my toes are fighting with yours, clearly.” 

But you simply laugh.

Steve’s brain turns over the steps and his apologies and then finally lands on a good line way after the fact. “Or, no, wait, I’ve got it now.” He squares his shoulders a little more and deepens his voice, comically.

“You’re worth fighting for.”

The snort huffed in his face is perfect, the grin that splits your painted lips over shiny white teeth blinding and well worth his efforts.

“Oh wow. See!” He earns a featherlight slap to the chest. “You do have your charming moments, Captain Rogers.”

“Steve, please—“ he fakes leading you off the floor “—and could we go repeat that in front of—“

“—the extremely grumpy man gripping a beer bottle?” Your sights land across the room toward the bar. “I don’t know, Steve. Your critic looks pretty…something.”

Steve frowns when he sees Bucky. As his friend speaks with Dr. Avani, Bucky’s face pinches solid as stone, overly serious beside the doctor’s casual body language. Buck indeed looks pissed for no reason. 

Steve squints in apology. “He’s not—that’s just—I promise he’s not like that—“

Where’s that teasing joy from a minute ago?

He contemplates that still when your hands release him, and his focus snaps back.

“I need to use the ladies’ room anyway,” you shrug, rubbing a palm up and down your bare arm.

“And then fireworks?” Steve inserts hopefully, almost removing his suit jacket right then to drape over your shoulders. He sounds like an excited schoolboy, and he’s again glad that Bucky is far enough away not to know how obvious he’s being.

You smile, a graceful tug at the dark, matte lipstick sculpted over your full—Rogers. Then a little nod is all you offer before turning to the hall, bag bouncing at your hip on its magic chain.

Steve watches you go, meandering over to Bucky while glancing in your last known direction, until his friend grunts to get his attention.

Avani is gone, but Buck’s face remains sour.

“What on earth did Doc say? Some intel for a mission?” Steve’s only half-curious and fully-distracted though.

His friend just waves off the mood. “Where’s your girl?”

“She’s not…” Steve shakes his head.

“Fine. Where’s your girl for the night?” Bucky raises one eyebrow.

“You know that sounds even worse now than it did back then, right?”

“Well?” Bucky looks around inquisitively.

“Powder her nose—” Steve smirks with rosy cheeks “—then watching the light show.”

He gets a solid smack between his shoulders and a proud nod.

Steve tries to remain patient, he really does, but after a few minutes and nearly every guest settled into their own viewing spot across the long balcony, he checks back over his shoulder.

Nothing.

He excuses himself from Bucky’s side and wanders toward the hallway.

Yes, he knows he’ll look too interested and a bit stalker-esque, but he doesn’t want to miss the show—he doesn’t want you to miss the show with him. There’s gonna be this beautiful display in the sky and you’ll be engrossed enough that he can just look at the changing colors glow across your…

What?!

Around one corner of the wall, Steve sees a foot, one shiny, brown men’s dress shoe, and then another. Someone’s kneeling—shaking if rolling toes are any indication—and then there you are standing over him.

“Doctor Avani?” Steve croaks, watching you raise a syringe and needle high over the man’s head.

You ignore Steve’s arrival.

The doctor’s eyes don’t break from you as he shrieks, “Captain, she’s mad. She—“

“How dare you? Bastard,” you bite out, heaving your weapon at the doctor’s exposed throat as Steve lunges forward.

It punctures the thick, luxurious navy fabric of Steve’s suit, and he feels the slight swelling pressure of liquid entering his forearm.

You release your grip, eyes wild and teeth bared. Gone is the sweet and serene woman with whom he shared a drink and danced.

The syringe stays lodged in Steve’s flesh as he pushes the doctor aside to shield him, but it’s too late for you.

Bucky followed behind him and now wraps your arms behind your back while you struggle to inch toward Avani, spitting insults.

“What was it?” Bucky demands. “What’s in there? What poison?”

Steve rips the needle out, checking it for any clues.

With a scowl, your fierce gaze stays on the doctor.

“Ask him. It’s his brand of suffering.”

Steve watches behind the two-way mirror for a while, deciding how to approach you. After chatting with you for the better part of an hour at the event, he still knows absolutely nothing about you. Every single piece of your preliminary file is news to him. He has to start from scratch, which is, ironically, what you are trying to do to the seam of your wig when he finally enters the interrogation room.

“Tea or water?” Steve sets down the cups.

You stop fidgeting for a beat. “Water is fine. Thank you.”

Polite. You stabbed him with a needle, injected him with an unknown substance, and you’re polite about it? He doesn’t understand the nonchalance. If you meant to kill Dr. Avani, then why aren’t you upset that you failed?

With your hands cuffed and the chain laced through a handlebar built into the table, it’s an awkward strain on your neck. You shove your shoulder high and pulse your head back and forth. Your wrists are thin, thin enough that one good, hard pull might actually snap one.

Polite and uncomfortable. Steve figures showing some courtesy might loosen your tongue.

He unlocks the cuffs and places the water in easy reach, keeping the tea for himself.

He sits and you sip. It’s peaceful when it shouldn’t be.

Avani has no clue who you are or what you want, but Steve couldn’t get many answers during the chaos that ensued after your attack. His own heart rate skyrocketed for a few minutes before normalizing. Otherwise, he’s fine.

He tilts the tea in your direction.

“Here’s hoping you didn’t waste truth serum on me,” he cheers. “Might be the only drug completely useless both after and before Erskine’s formula.”

You’re amused, a smirk lifting fading, dark lips. “Ah yes. Good, honest Captain America.”

“To a fault.”

“No.” Your seriousness stops him cold, and Steve’s smile fades. “It’s not a fault. You’re just rare.”

You value honesty. He can work with that.

“Is that why you chose a drug specifically for the doctor? You didn’t want to harm anyone else, even by accident?”

That shuts you down instead. Steve’s jumped too far, too fast. He’s not allowed to use the same easy tone as before this mess. Maybe he should have found some 7Up…

Silence descends until broken by your heavy swallows of water.

You’re staring down at your reflection in the table’s surface.

“I love stainless steel,” you mutter to no one in particular. “It’s like diffusion. I almost look normal.”

“You mean because you look different?” Steve pulls out your ID found in that small purse. “Why don’t you look ‘normal?’”

You shrug, finally dislodging the precarious strap and it dangles down your arm. “Lost weight.”

“And the hair?”

He was right. Your natural hair in the photo is beautiful. Why the hell are you wearing a wig? If it were obscuring your identity, he imagines you would know not to carry around a real ID.

“Time” is your only answer.

You’re skirting around the truth, lying by omission, waiting for the exact right questions which Steve doesn’t know yet, so he asks something for peace of mind, something that will tell him how long to play this game. “Are you gonna be honest with me?”

Your answer comes easily enough. “Are you gonna be helpful to me?”

Simple. Straightforward. Cutting. It’s said with sorrowful eyes.

He can’t promise anything when he doesn’t know why. “If your purpose is to kill a man then, no, I can’t help you with that.”

Your empty cup lands on the table with a light tonk.

“Maybe I’ll wait until someone who can help walks through that door.”

“In this situation, I believe I’m what’s known as the ‘good cop,’” Steve sighs. “Don’t think you want to dance with the ‘bad cop.’ He’s pretty annoyed he didn’t peg you for an assailant first.”

Nothing about your demeanor changes, not a flinch, not a blink. “Good thing I don’t want to dance with him.”

“He’s not much of a talker either. I’d be a better—“

“I didn’t say I’d talk to him either.”

Steve leans on his elbows, splaying wide across the table. “Just tell me your story. I am here to listen.”

“That makes this sound like a first date.”

“Bucky would likely agree—“ he snorts “—and he’d make a point to say this is going about as well as any date I’ve been on this century. Please,” Steve tries again, “ talk to me.”

There’s a long pause. Your intense gaze remains steady. Whatever your reasons, they don’t strain your moral fortitude. You are a believer, faithful to this unknown cause.

Carefully, quietly, you respond. “It’s not my story to tell. Ask your doctor.”

“If it’s not your story, where are the others? Can they tell it? Are they alive?”

Steve is more perceptive than you counted on judging by your slight head shake.

You flop yourself backward in the seat.

Steve was right. It’s not a what you act for, it’s a who. And they are dead.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he says earnestly.

This—that simple sentiment—gets the greatest reaction so far. Your lip twitches, and you shimmy against the hard chair. You scratch at your wig again, before your focus returns to the table. There are tears welling in your eyes.

No one has said that before now, he realizes. How long has it been since they passed? Why are you the only mourner? Why aren’t you moving on?

Suddenly, irritation stirs in Steve, and he can’t believe how stubborn you’re being when he is your best option. He is the only one that will have this soft spot for you, the only one who truly wants to help because he truly wants to know why.

“So you’re avenging,” he bursts, tossing his arms out, dramatically looking around the bland room. 

Protocol dictated they take you to the nearest precinct for questioning. Only if you were enhanced, only if you had special abilities would you be transported all the way to the compound. So on his night off, while attending a party that actually entertained him for once, you’ve shown up with a syringe that doesn’t do anything and made him miss the fireworks. You’ve made him lose time being content, a rare gift in his line of work.

Steve is frustrated, to say the least. He stands to pace his side of the table.

“Avenging, huh? Gosh, I wish I knew anything about that… anyone in this building even… wherever will we find someone who understands?”

“You don’t do sarcasm very much, do you?” you snip, energy level remaining low compared to his spiked bluster. “I’d like to tell ‘bad cop’ what a terrible dancer you are now. He’s not going to be surprised you made me cry, is he? That’s probably normal, too.”

“Surprised? No.” Steve knocks on the mirror, sick of playing, sick of being wrong, sick of choosing unwisely. “How could he be when he’s been listening this whole time?” 

You’re trapped, but you aren’t acting like a caged animal. Something is…off, and Steve realizes he’s too close to the situation—ridiculous as that may be—after just two hours of knowing you. His best friend will have better luck.

Bucky opens the door a few seconds later, armed to the teeth as an intimidation tactic.

It’s disconcerting that your expression brightens once a man sporting three guns and—counting the hidden few—eight knives enters the room. That’s got Steve’s attention.

“So she’s giving you trouble?” Bucky mutters.

He’s grateful Buck doesn’t go the ‘you sure can pick ‘em, Rogers’ or ‘better luck next millennium’ route. Steve shakes his head.

You itch at your wig, face twisted, and glance up at Steve.

“May I take this off?”

Still polite. The niceties are actually making his blood boil at this point because he does not get it yet.

“Fine,” he snaps, rolling his eyes when Bucky purses his lips at Steve’s tone.

“Listen, doll, I think the best course of action is to let you stew in here for a while. When you’re ready to tell us what you know, then—“

“Oh, I can tell you what I know now,” you say casually, pulling out bobby pin after bobby pin to tuck between your teeth. “I know the protocol for a low-level threat like myself is the nearest local law enforcement facility, I know that—due to an unfortunate instance of food poisoning from a birthday cake earlier today—most of this precinct is empty. I know that all three of you would prefer to incapacitate your targets rather than kill them.”

You set the little pile of pins down on the table by your undone chain, pulling a hair comb from the back of your wig to finally release it.

“There’s only two of us here,” Steve says in confusion.

“No.” You point the forked hair comb at Bucky and push yourself out of the chair. “Winter’s in there.”

Before the words can even register, you slam the tines of the tuning fork against the edge of the steel table. The noise is piercing and specific.

Steve covers his ears, but Bucky doesn’t move. He can’t turn away from you.

“Restrain him,” you order, “and get me out of here.”

“Buck, wait—“

The vibranium arm threatens to crush Steve’s windpipe as the force slides him up the mirrored wall.

The Winter Soldier’s cold, vacant grey eyes watch as Steve’s vision fades to black, and Steve wonders how the hell he could be so wrong.

Then it’s quiet and he wonders no more.

A/N: This story is a doozy, gang, but I promise, explanations are ahead!

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[eldritch-spouse]

stroking and kissing Livius's horns? he is such a cute sweetheart, yandere or not

He's doing that thing again.

Ever since being brought to Envy, your attitude shifted. As is to be expected. Hell changes people, oftentimes bringing out the worst in them. You're no exception, of course. Being in Envy has made you colder, a bit more reserved, cautious and judgemental towards all. This means Livius has some catching up to do.

Because, for some reason, he always has to be as aligned to your personality and moods as he can be. You've stopped questioning why he does this, it's been a constant since the start of your odd "relationship"- Probably a disturbance born of his nature, as an incarnation of envy itself. Can't really fault him for that, can you?

Nevertheless, it means he's being a lot more studious of you recently, taking note of your every action and reaction, absorbing it all like a sponge so he can then express those demeanors himself. Most of the time, the King is subtle in his efforts, yet during some other instances -Like now- He just stands silently and stares. It's more of a glare, really.

Eerily still, your King and husband observes you place new decorations around your shared room. That's another thing he pays close attention to, the way you'll redecorate. The house is an extension of one's mind, after all. Every now and then, as you turn this way and that, you manage to steal discreet glances at Livius, and sometimes, he'll do it.

That cute little reflex you like so much.

A brief, periodic twitch of the horns.

It was quite shocking to learn that demons have many types of horns. Not all of them are hard and bony, jutting upwards like the tines of a fork. Some are droopy and curly, others are tendrils, some loop around each other, others sway around their heads, their diversity is something truly mesmerizing. And Livius just so happens to be part of a minority of demons who feature moving horns, these long prong-like protrusions with a surprising amount of flexibility. They can flip up, back, forward, even curl a little at the ends.

He'll flick them about in certain choice moments, usually according to his moods. Although, when Livius falls into deep focus the way he has now, they'll twitch about in just the cutest way. It makes your heart soar.

" Come here. " You call.

The Icon jolts, blinking repeatedly, embarassed to be caught. " H- Hm? "

" Come. " You repeat.

The demon's smile inches upwards slightly. He walks in a different way already, a more measured pace, like yours, leaning down when you beckon him to do so.

The moment they're within reach, you grasp his blue horns with both hands and edge up their length until your left hand reaches the first ring on his right horn. Livius' face twists a bit at first, like the contact is unexpected, then relaxes steadily, giggling even, when you tug slightly at the protrusions and feel the way they give slightly.

" Pray tell, what has my King so distracted? " You joke, watching as his eyes flutter to a close and his horns droop further against the sides of his sharp face.

They look almost like the floppy ears of a dog, this way.

" Hhh- Nothing, sweetums! I just spaced out, you know me. "

You really don't, but you fear no one else does either.

" Good. " You murmur, placing sweet smooches up his right horn and feeling the extremity squirm slightly in your grasp.

Livius hums, tilting his head into the touch, completely unaware of how the twin curls on itself from delight at your sweet touch.

Sometimes, you can almost pretend this is alright.

[spitinsideme]

Women murderers are literally the best you are so right!! im fixated on one of my ocs who is an older woman and also a murderer literally the two best things ever I'd kiss any murderer woman!!!!! I dont care if she stabs me id kiss her while she does so!!!! the blood i leave on her lips afterwards as blood starts to pool in my mouth just adds to the experience i love murderous women please stab me yes please!!!!!!!!!

YESSS !!! YOU GET IT !!! YOU UNDERSTAND !!!! MURDERER WOMEN !!!! whenever i watch a horror movie i have to hold a moan in i have to stop myselffromm whining whenever i see a woman kill every tine a woman scrapes her knife againsr tbe wall i have to dryhump a pillow to relieve the pressure inside me that has been builing up since her first thoifht of murder ans has been heifhtening sinxe her first victim actually if i were to be in a horror movie od change the genre complletu my presence there wpukd turn it into a porn the way id be rubbibg my legs togeher for some friction !!!!!!

murderer women are rhe bwsr .. older women murdereda are EVEN BEFTER !!! i fuxking love .. them somuch ... ❤️❤️❤️ o think that you should show ne this oc od yours .. if youd likeb.. i dlov then ..

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Root of Evil symbol

Watched Helluva Boss recently and decide to look into the symbol of the "Root of Evil" a bit. It appears in episode 1 and episode 3 ("Murder Family" and "Spring Broken" respectively). Was just wanting to draw it at first but then I started wondering about the symbolism. So I've broken it down a bit below:

The whole symbol kind of resembles trees or antlers but some parts seem mildly different than others stylistically, which can be hard to see when the symbol is combined (or doodled over like I did lol).

The centre of the symbol seems to resembles an upside-down cross or sword. Knowing this as an evil symbol I want to say it's supposed to be the cross, but both iterations of this symbol show a clear gradient in the thickness of the line so the sword imagery cannot be entirely dismissed. Or maybe it's a dagger? Backstabbing/betrayal is definitely a theme that goes well with evil in general.

The lowest tier of 'branches' on the symbol is different from the other because the 'tines' of the antler-like structure are very rectangular. It's like they've been filed down, or perhaps they aren't meant to resemble spiky horns/branches at all. The more I look at it the more I wonder if they're supposed to represent feathers or something. Upside-down angel wings would certainly be thematic with the upside-down cross/sword imagery from earlier.

The middle tier of 'antlers' is the smallest, but also most central. It perhaps represents hands pushing outwards, but personally it looks a lot more like deer horns to me, though the one line that goes out both sides is oddly notable since all other spiky bits on this symbol are only on one side of their respective 'branches'. Honestly kind of reminds me of a radio antennae mixed with antlers. (I may be obsessed with Alastor of course, so I am definitely biased lol)

At first glance the top 'branch' also looks like antlers, but the curve of the base, combined with the curve of the spikes, makes me think of bug legs more than anything. You ever seen a grasshopper leg? Or seen too much Hollow Knight art? You probably know what I mean.

I know Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel take place in the same universe, so as a chiefly Hazbin fan I can't help but make connections here that might not actually exist. But that's probably just me making wild, whacky, unfounded theories. After all, it's not like we know of a group where at least one of them has something to do with bugs, another has wings, and the central character has both antlers, a radio theme, and/or an upside-down cross in their outfit somewhere...

Wait. Oh. Yeah we do.

So I'm pretty convinced that these guys have something to do with the "Root of Evil" that the one crazy family in Helluva Boss episode 1 intended to honour. Even if Alastor is the only one who really knows what is going on, and is dragging the others along for the ride...

On that note, there sure is a lot of red eye symbolism in both Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel when this subject comes up. Helluva boss correlates these two concepts with a decent amount of certainty too imho. Have a couple images to prove my point. Need I say more?

Actually I'm not saying more because I'm just lazy. lol. Anyways, I hope you all had fun with this concept. Build on it as you will...

[shelbgrey]

Heyy!

my ask is

can i get something like the reader is gabriel's girlfriend but She is also sam and dean's little sister?

first time i ask someone🥲

greetings from hungary!🇭🇺

Thanks for the request buddie, hope it's okay this is in Headcanon form and greetings from the US🇺🇸

The Winchester and the Trickster: Gabe Headcanons

Paring: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader

Summary: headcanons on what it's like to be the youngest winchester and dating Gabe

MasterList

Your guys story starts before you even knew it did.

Gabe is your guardian angel and knew who you were for a long time. His job as your Garudian Angel is the only thing he took seriously.

If you and choose to be together you might keep it a secret at first.

Not only are you a hunter your the youngest winchester, which means the brothers are extremely over protective of you.

It took a while for you to except gabes love but you don't regret it what so ever.

He may seem like a villan to everyone else but he treats you like a queen.

After a while you and him do get cought by Sam. Gabe decided to stay over at the bunker one night after the boys went on a hunt. You both were in the middle of a heated make out sessions when Sam walked in.

Dean didn't like it one bit. He didn't trust Gabe and he sure as hell didn't want gabe around you.

Sam on the other had was questionable about it but tried to see it your way.

After a while the boys got over it and even started getting along with him.

I think him and Dean would intentionally get on each other's nerves and constantly teas each other.

Sam and him get along okay but Sam gets tired of the sarcasm.

Gabe will help out on hunts as much as possible but he's mainly there to protect you. You'll come out of a hunt without a scratch with him, that's a promise.

He never fails to make you laugh and always has you smiling.

His kisses are rough and passionate. They're usually unexpected and he isn't afraid to kiss you in front of your brothers.

You love his wings. With the gaurdian angel connection your the only one who can see his golden wings.

Be prepared for candy wrappers and angel feathers every where. Mainly in your shared room in the bunker.

He'll watch whatever show you love at the time and will always try to enjoy the music you love.

You'll qoute movies and make movie reference together all the time.

He'll go under cover with you for a hunt all the time. His favorite FBI names to use is Agent Scully and Mulder.

He's the best cuddler. You never slept well with a the anxiety that comes with being a hunter but if he's there with his arms around you, you have enough peace and comfter to sleep well.

You'll help him prank your brothers all the time. No matter the consequence it's worth the laugh.

Castiel is your best friend so be prepared for some jealousy. That's gabes down fall.

He trusts and loves you but he's afraid you'll find someone better and leave him. There's always been a part of him that thinks he's too bad for you.

That's not true. You love every part of him but he had to stop hurting your brothers before you could continue to date him.

Speaking of which. During all his torture and pranks he's pulled you were never harmed. He knew how close you a Dean were so he made sure you didn't see or remember him dying at the mystery spot.

He'd ask you to marry him but since the world always seemes to be ending you'd nevr have a big fancy wedding but your brothers and Castile help make a tine wedding special.

When Jack comes around the both of you take him and become his aunt and uncle or parent figures.

I think after everything calms down in the world you'd end up adopting Jack.

Even though it started off Rocky but everything is okay now. As long as he's around no harm will come.

That's all for now buds

[jkfanfr]

Sarawat and Tine FF- 2gether The Series (BL)

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UGH! I love these two so much!!!!!!!! I don’t care what anyone says, but their chemistry is definitely one of a kind compared to many. Definitely in my top 3 couples. They won my heart when i watched the series and were just the cutest. So i’ve decided to make a FF about them because i’m just obsessed, no literally, i’ve rewatched the series like 3 times already

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

SWEET FLUFF

AND SMUT W AFTERCARE ;)

Have fun reading, and enjoy my lovelies <33

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Sarawat- “So when are you coming back from work?”

Sarawat turned around, looking towards Tine with a gentle smile widening on his lips. He curved his palms around Tine’s waist, digging his nose into the crevice of his neck.

Tine- “Get off of me you idiot”

Tine shoved himself off of Sarawat, which of course made him a little disheartened as his smile slouched.

It’s what happens when you delete Tine’s lawful files off of his laptop. He works as an attorney, and keeps his clients information on his laptop. And not surprisingly, with how bad Sarawat is at using technology, he accidentally deleted them when looking for his own files.

Sarawat is a solo artist, working as a musician day in and day out. He was in a group called Ctrl+S a while back, but after a couple of years being together, they disbanded due to them wanting to focus on their own careers and personal lives. They are all still very close as friends even with how busy they are.

With Sarawat and Tine having busy busy jobs, they still own a home together, still cute together, still sleep together, still go on dates together. All in all, they’re still 2gether, since Sarawat first laid his bambi eyes on his chic little bunny, Tine.

And they plan to keep it that way for the rest of their lives, ever since Sarawat found him again after bumping into him at a Scrubb concert. The endless thoughts in his mind of maybe never being able to see the one he admired ever again almost horrified him. But that day wouldn’t of come anyways.

The love he felt in his heart when he found Tine again, oh Sarawat couldn’t help but fall all over him just the same as Tine did for him.

Sarawat- “Oh Tine baby..I said i was sorry about the files..”

Tine- “You’re sorry, but i’ll never be able to get them back. I’m gonna have to re-write all of that all over again y’know?”

Sarawat- “I know..and i feel really bad about it, you know i do..”

Sarawat tugged onto Tine, even if he shoved him off a million times, he’d never let his baby go. Tine looked at him with his dark circles on the prowl after the sleepless nights he’s been having to work with.

Tine- “I’m heading to work, i’ll be back by 9pm”

Tine grabbed his satchel bag, one which carried the paper files which surprisingly didn’t get deleted. He latched onto his keys, which was hung on a rusty key ring. The mirror was the last thing Tine met as he adjusted his hair in the reflection of it so he doesn’t look like a complete mess.

Sarawat shifted towards Tine, as his heart was palpitating against his chest under his old t-shirt which was bound to be years old by now,

Sarawat- “No kiss goodbye baby?”

Tine- “Do you deserve one?”

Sarawat instantly looked down at his feet as he kicked at the carpet on the floor a little. He then looked up with a little pout on his lips

Tine couldn’t help but give into his cuddly boyfriend, as he looked like a sad little dog who wanted some love

Tine- “I’m only joking, you know i’d never deny a kiss from you, come here Wat”

Sarawat’s smile sprouted up again as he quickly went over to Tine. He put his fingers on his soft cheeks before giving him a delicate kiss on his lips. No matter how tired Tine was, he could never decline Sarawat’s sweet kisses.

Tine- “I forgive you alright? I know it was an accident, but please be careful next time okay?”

Sarawat- “Mhm, i will be as careful as possible. Thank you baby..~~”

Tine forgave Sarawat still, even if he would have to go through another sleepless night. He couldn’t go through the day with thinking about how he didn’t forgive him. Tine cared for him deeply especially when it comes to his feelings.

Sarawat let Tine go after a little while before they both said their goodbyes with Tine shutting the door behind him. And with that, Sarawat was all alone. With no work, no Tine, no nothing. Just a boring Wednesday. He figured he’d spend today writing a song for Tine, as his guitar glistened in the corner of his eye. He’s been singing Scrubb songs for years now, and maybe he could finally write his own for his darling boy.

This would also be good for Tine, as he’s been so stressed lately with his job. This could be a good way to break through that hardheadedness since he’s been so reckless with his well-being lately.

Sarawat decided to take that chance and picked up his guitar, his notebook and went on to their balcony. That’s where his brain was the most efficient. In a relaxed breeze over the city, as he sat in his chair, pondering through all of his best love lines for Tine.

Later that day

Tine shoved himself through the front door, shutting it behind him before dropping his bag on the floor. He sighed deeply before leaning against the door. His eyes filled with tears before he broke down on the floor. Tine brought his knees to his head as he sat on the floor, unable to keep himself from sobbing quietly. He didn’t even know why he was crying, it was all such a trouble to his mind as he thought of how weak he was.

Sarawat was sat on his chair, studying his lyrics as he heard the front door open and close. It must be Tine, his baby. He left his chair, as he walked out of their bedroom to see him.

Sarawat- “Hey my love, how was work-..”

Sarawat’s words soon stopped as he realised Tine was on the floor, swept up in his tears. He ducked down immediately, wanting to know why he was crying so hard.

Sarawat- “Oh baby..why are you crying?”

Tine sniffled hard as he looked up at Sarawat with his twinkling eyes filled with salty tears. He still looked so angelic, even in such a state.

Tine- “Wat..”

That’s the only thing Tine said before rushing into Sarawat’s hefty arms, forcing his warm body into a deep hug. Of course, Sarawat gave into that heartbreaking hug Tine was wanting so badly. He could tell Tine was feeling so messy and out of place.

Sarawat- “Shh..baby, relax okay? I’m here, i’m here for you Tine”

Tine- “W-Wat..”

Tine’s voice was so quiet, as he was stuttering, struggling to talk properly. He was really emotional right now, and Sarawat could only feel so sympathetic, wanting to help his love with anything

Tine- “It’s so stressful..it’s so hard..i can’t do anything.”

Sarawat’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he looked at Tine’s glistening face which was filled with watery tears. This wasn’t like Tine, he loved his job so much

Sarawat- “What makes you say that honey?”

Tine- “I just k-keep on messing up with files and my boss complained at me so much today. I-It was always little concerns but this time was so serious. H-He said my clients don’t deserve me as an attorney. I feel so stupid a-and idiotic and and-”

Sarawat- “Tine”

Tine was interrupted with Sarawat’s voice, as he looked at his serious sort of expression. Tine bucked down, a bit worried of his sudden attitude.

Sarawat- “Do you really think you’re not a good attorney?”

Tine- “N-No..i don’t think i am”

Sarawat- “And you believe that because your boss said it?”

Tine- “Well yeah, b-because he’s my boss and he has to be honest with his employees”

Sarawat- “Do you love your job?”

Tine- “Yeah..i love being a lawyer..”

Sarawat- “So if you love being a lawyer, why do you care if your boss believes you’re not cut out to be one?”

Tine- “B-Because-”

Sarawat- “Because you don’t believe in yourself.”

Tine looked at Sarawat with a softer expression, his lips quivering at his words. Sarawat’s heart shook harder in his chest as he stared at Tine’s pink and puffy cheeks, his saddened expression.

Sarawat- “Tine baby, you’re amazing at your job. No matter how many mistakes you make, you always find a way around them. It makes me admire you even more as a person and as your boyfriend. Your boss doesn’t realise who he’s treating wrong alright? If you love being an attorney, then you need to focus on your passion than other people’s negative opinions of you.”

Tine’s eyes filled with more tears, as Sarawat’s words tugged onto his heartstrings. Sarawat's smile formed on his soft lips, unable to not smile at his sweet Tine. Hearing words like this made Tine feel more relieved, relieved he has someone on his side. Instead of against him

Tine- “Y-You really think so Wat..?”

Sarawat- “I don’t think so, i know so”

Tine couldn’t help but smile a little, looking like a cute little bunny as his arms wrapped around Sarawat again. He sniffled his sadness away, his love for Sarawat only blooming more and more. He doesn’t even know what he’d do without his beautiful man beside him.

Sarawat- “I love you baby, so so much alright? And i don’t want you to think anything otherwise”

Tine- “Mmh..okay Wat..i-i love you too, really i do”

Sarawat- “I know my love, i know you do..”

Tine- “Im so glad i have you Wat, even when i’m so overworked and tired..there’s not a day that i don’t want you”

Sarawat- “Really?”

Tine- “Of course..”

Sarawat- “So..can i have you right now?”

Tine’s eyes widened in slight shock, as Sarawat had a playful smile on his lips. He knew exactly what he meant. His sly and dirty intentions were obvious. So, he quickly hit Sarawat’s shoulder, a sort of punishment for his words

Tine- “Ai! Wat?!”

Sarawat- “Im joking, i’m joking honey, don’t hurt me..!”

Sarawat’s smirk soon went into a pout, his mischievous expression changed into something more worried. Worried about where Tine would hit him next.

Sarawat- “But if i’m serious with you, no matter how you look or feel, i’ll always love you just the way you are Tine.”

He placed a small kiss on Tine’s temple, as he inhaled his aroma of pure sweet vanilla.

Sarawat- “And to show you how amazing you are, i wrote you a song”

Tine’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at Sarawat. He was slightly shocked he wrote a song for him. Spending all of his time to write a full blown song? Tine couldn’t even comprehend the fact Sarawat would even go all those lengths for him. He felt so appreciated.

Tine- “You wrote a song..? For me?”

Sarawat nodded; a small chuckle escaping his lips as he left a little tickle at Tine’s jaw

Sarawat- “Of course baby, why wouldn’t i? Come, jump on my lap” Tine’s smile sprouted even more, like a daffodil blooming in late spring time. He planted himself into Sarawat’s legs, as he brought a guitar and placed it in front of Tine. Tine’s eyes were glued onto Sarawat’s long fingers tuning the guitar as he couldn’t help but admire his beautiful man.

Sarawat- “You ready honey?”

Tine- “Yeah, of course i am~~”

Tine giggled cutely, as Sarawat cleared his throat. He was a little nervous, but started his pretty lyrics anyways.

(Best Part; Daniel Ceaser, H.E.R)

(Now it’s not Sarawat’s original of course, but just imagine that gorgeous voice in this song 😩)

You don't know, babe When you hold me And kiss me slowly It's the sweetest thing..

Tine’s ears were in another world as he heard Sarawat’s beautiful voice. His heart went rampant, as he couldn’t contain his own small gasp.

And it don't change If I had it my way You would know that you are..

Sarawat’s eyes closed every now and again as he focused on his tone and rhythm of his fingers slowly strumming the guitar. But he couldn’t help himself and stare at Tine’s glittery eyes.

You're the coffee that I need in the morning You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring Won't you give yourself to me Give it all, oh..~

I just wanna see.. I just wanna see how beautiful you are You know that I see it I know you're a star Where you go I follow No matter how far If life is a movie Oh you're the best part, oh oh oh..

Tine swore he had tears forming in his eyes, as he couldn’t see Sarawat clearly. The love and passion in his voice, oh he couldn’t help himself

It's the sunrise And those brown eyes, You're the one that I desire When we wake up And then we make love It makes me feel so nice..—

Tine was unable to hold himself back as he shoved his lips straight onto Sarawat’s already parted lips. His eyes widened at Tine’s bold move, as his singing was cut off by his plump and sweet lips attached to his.

Sarawat- “Mmh..babe..what are you doing?”

He asked with a small chuckle, as Tine continued to kiss Sarawat with all of his lips stuck onto his like glue. Tine couldn’t part himself from him anymore

Tine- “Wat, babe, that was so beautiful, your voice, the way you play the guitar, just everything..it just makes me so attracted to you and i can’t help but kiss you right now. I’m sorry i cut you off in between but i couldn’t hold back..You deserve the most loving kiss i can offer..”

Sarawat felt his heart race against his chest, which was tight in his shirt as he watched Tine’s eyes fill with tears. He couldn’t bare to see that as he quickly wiped them away for him. Tine’s words had him on a slight chokehold as he let out a small giggle. His lips curved into his signature smirk.

Sarawat- “Oh Tine..you’re so sweet to me. You give me too much for my heart to handle..”

Tine grabbed the guitar, placing in on the ground beside them both. Confused Sarawat watched his boy get more comfortable on his lap, as his arms were wrapped around his neck.

He soon found it relaxing as the both of them stayed in that same position, feeling each other’s warm bodies pressed against one another.

Sarawat- “I love you baby”

Tine smiled quickly, placing a kiss on his temple

Tine- “Ai love you too Wat”

Sarawat took Tine’s cheeks into his hands, pulling him closer into another one of his signature kisses. They always had Tine hung onto him. The love they both had for each other whirled it’s way through their tongues meeting quickly since the passion rose so incredibly.

Tone moaned breathlessly, it being so melodic in his ears, as his ears felt like they were in heaven. Sarawat brought his arms around Tine’s waist, carrying him towards their bedroom with their lips connected.

Tine already knew where this was going once he was plopped onto the bed, as Sarawat pressed butterfly kisses around his jugular vein. That was a sensitive spot of Tine’s as he shifted a bit on the blankets

Tine- “Wat..baby..please”

Sarawat- “Let me show you how much i love your body..”

Sarawat held Tine’s hands above his head as his lips continued to drag his mouth around his neck. Little love marks were placed around, as Sarawat sucked into his skin. He knew his Tine loved those hickeys around his body.

Sarawat swiftly then undressed Tine, his eyes admiring everything about him. His defined collarbone, those squishable pecs he loves touching, his fresh abs as sweat drips down his tan skin. Those gorgeously long legs of his, curves which fit his fingers perfectly. Everything about him was so perfect

Sarawat- “Oh you’re stunning baby..”

Tine blushed profusely, smiling gently as his boyfriend’s sweet words. Sarawat dipped his head straight on his nipple, tasting the latter on his tongue. His other hand softly squished the other pec, feeling it up how he liked to. Sarawat let his teeth softly sink into his skin, leaving a small love mark before givin the exact same treatment to the left pec.

Tine was groaning through his already parted lips, unable to control my lungs from letting them out. He always secretly loved Sarawat’s touch on his body.

Tine- “Please love..i want it..”

Considering they haven’t made love in a while, Tine was really expecting it. And Sarawat was ready to give it as he stripped himself down. Tine caressed his body lightly, loving the look of his musician.

Tine- “You’re so hot Wat..”

Sarawat let out a small grin and grabbed the Tine by his ass. He squeezed it roughly, pulling them both into a sloppy but meaningful kiss. Tine was in ecstasy already.

Sarawat- “Lay on your stomach then baby..and perk that ass up for me”

Tine giggled cutely before rolling onto his stomach on the mattress. His ass was lifted up a little as Sarawat brought it right to his crotch. Tine was immediately met with his hard and erect length pressing against it, as he let out a groan.

Sarawat- “You feel that? How bad it wants your perfect body?”

Tine’s eyes shut as he nodded slightly, he wanted Sarawat-expo more than ever right now..

Tine- “Oh fuck-please..i beg..i want it..”

Sarawat loved dirty talk, and hearing Tine’s responses made it all the more better. Just hearing how much Tine needs him, not even only in a sexual matter..it’s always so freeing.

Sarawat- “Let me make you a little wet first..”

Tine whimpered lightly at that response, but instantly moaned as he felt Sarawat’s tongue leave a trail of saliva across his ass. He felt his own erection wanting to spill out so badly, he was desperate. He was gonna get wet alright Sarawat let his mouth swerve around, loving how Tine was losing his composure right now

Tine- “No-No more foreplay please Wat..i just want it..”

Sarawat chuckled lightly, ruffling Tine’s hair lightly before shoving his length into his ass. That made Tine half-scream as it was impact he didn’t expect to feel so quick. His boyfriends erection covered with cold lubricant.

He began pounding into his Tine, letting his groans escape from his mouth as the heat was rushing all throughout his body and the room. It was as if nothing could be more pleasuring. And perhaps not too.

Tine- “Oh..oh..mmh..Wat~..please..right there right there for me..”

Sarawat- “Right here baby?”

His tone was deep and lustrous, making Tine growl slightly as his prostate was being satisfied to a whole new level. It was something he’s been craving and his boyfriend was finally giving it too him.

All the stress from his work was being freed by Sarawat, as he let him know how much he enjoyed it.

Tine- “So so good..you’re so good..”

Sarawat continued to thrust into Tine, until he felt a coil up in his stomach, signalling that his climax was approaching

Sarawat- “So hot..and tight..just how you’ve always been. God you’re so sexy..”

Tine loved Sarawat’s praises as his moans exceeded in volume, as he felt his boyfriend’s hands touch up his own erection. That urged him more as his body let out its climax.

Tine groaned breathlessly once more, as Sarawat was getting round to his finale. Tine- “Babe..it hurts..”

Sarawat- “Hold on baby..i’m nearly there..”

Sarawat continued to pound into Tine, making sure he wasn’t too overstimulated before his let his warmth simmer into Tine. He hummed breathlessly as Sarawat did so before he flopped onto the bed.

Their chests were a bit red as they were breathing fiercely. Sarawat curved into Tine, spooning him from behind. Tine, of course, snuggled into his boyfriend’s warmth.

Sarawat- “Let’s go take a shower my baby”

Tine- “I’m tired..”

Sarawat- “Do you want me to wash you with a towel instead then?”

Tine- “If you don’t mind..”

Sarawat smiled gently, getting out of the bed and putting his boxers on. His feet stepped into the bathroom and came back into the bedroom with a bowl of water in his hand.

He dipped the towel into the water, rubbing it over Tine’s sweaty body. Aftercare was something that Tine took to heart, and it was a very loving gesture from his boyfriend.

Once Sarawat was done washing his Tine off, he settled that stuff all aside before climbing back into bed. Yes he was still sweaty, but at least Tine was all cool and comforted. That’s what mattered to him, his bunny, Tine.

Sarawat- “C’mere baby, let’s sleep okay?”

Tine cuddled into Sarawat’s arms, as he leant onto his chest. His heartbeat was always a healing noise to him, his favourite to sleep too.

Tine- “Thank you Wat..for making me feel better.. for the song..all of this love making..”

Sarawat- “Mmh, don’t you worry my darling, i wanted to do all of that for you..”

Sarawat smiled, his eyes glowing at Tine’s, how dilated his pupils were. He was adorable.

Tine- “I love you baby”

He left a small kiss on Sarawat’s lips before his smile widened. Sarawat- “I love you too my sweet Tine”

Tine- “I love you more my big Wat”

Sarawat- “Yeah, i am pretty big huh?”

His smile curved into a smirk as Tine playfully hit his shoulder out of slight shock

Tine- “No! That’s not what i said”

Sarawat- “So i’m not big? You want more proof?”

Tine- “Saraleo! Fuck off”

He rolled over so his back was facing Sarawat, as Sarawat laughed a bit more loudly at Tine’s reactions.

Sarawat- “Okay okay baby, i was joking, come back to me”

Sarawat shifted back to Tine, rubbing his sides gently as they both snuggled into one another again.

Tine- “Good night sweetheart”

Sarawat- “Sweet dreams babyboy”

Sarawat left a kiss at his temple before their eyes closed and they feel into dreamland with their hearts intertwined.

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I hope you all enjoyed that fanficccc, i apologise for not being active in a while, but it’ll do my best to put out some more work!!

Thank you all for the great amount of support and please do request any suggestions if you want to. You guys know i can do Thai BL couples, or even some anime characters if you please.

See you all later my lovelies <888

-reii

[tideswept]

First post of 2024, let's go!

First off! I'll be picking up my goal of 100 books a year again and will post a tracker next, feel free to join in and/or give recommendations as the year progresses. ❤ I'm a voracious but lazy reader, so I don't venture outside of my usual circle of authors as often as I should, which is actually the point of the tracker!

Secondly, I want to show off the podfic @sweet-cynic did of stubborn in the bones and the delicious Padobi/Masterkin @ossidae-passeridae wrote for silly ol' me. 💕

stubborn in the bones (podfic)

surrender | be moved and shaken

Yessss, yesss, look at the pretty, look at it!

Third, and really what you're interested in--State of Fic Updates and Previews!

ACTIVE WIPS:

[Hartwin] a tender gasp of inevitable ache ch2: 3k in, rough outline written out. Guesstimating something like 6k for this one.

Then Merlin pipes up.  “God, I thought you two couldn’t get more obnoxious.” Neither of them starts. Kingsman trained them too well for that. But Eggsy’s fingers curl around the stem of his fork before relaxing. Since there’s no data being fed into his glasses, he assumes this is an informal check-in.  He places another forkful of tender, exquisite salmon on his tongue, closing his lips around the tines and dragging the fork out without breaking eye contact with Harry. This might be mainly to yank Merlin’s tail, but he can’t deny that Harry watching him make a slaggy spectacle of himself ignites a forbidden, heady thrill. It’s better than the cock of a well-oiled gun—better even than firing off a snazzy one-liner when taking out bad guys.

[Hartwin] always be something sacred ch3: 1.6k in, some thorny things to work out. Might be a split POV chapter, might also end up being 5 chapters total after all, we'll see!

“Opinion on a blockade?” Harry asks, shrugging off his jumper, heading for the hidden armory beneath the staircase. He’d long ago bought and hollowed out the neighboring houses that bracketed his own for security and usage—pressing his palm against the wooden panel reveals a hidden entrance.  It’s amazing that Eggsy, despite all his rightful suspicions and cleverness, has never figured this secret out. He would have loved it. There’s no need for Harry to close his eyes and imagine that boy’s delight, he knows the exact grin that Eggsy would flash, his choked, skeptical laughter, his glee. How carefully Harry would have to watch his hands to ensure that Eggsy didn’t pocket anything.  Pain digs sharp claws behind his breastbone. He ignores it. Regret can come later, after Eggsy isn’t at the mercy of an unknown enemy. 

[Obikin] Untitled -- Alpha!PadObi/Beta!Masterkin: smutty irredeemable oneshot, ahoy!

Obi-Wan groans again. He stumbles onto his sleeping bag and lies there, gritting his teeth. Through their bond, Anakin experiences an echo of the pure need threatening to drag the nineteen-year-old into a feral state.  Or that will kill him.  Anakin swears in Huttese. If he were better at mind suggestions or at meditation, if he could karking heal, he could help. If he were an alpha, he could superimpose his will and force Obi-Wan to calm down. And if he were an omega… Well. Anakin didn’t successfully see one Padawan through an intergalactic war only to lose his second Padawan to something as ridiculous as this.

[Obikin] Untitled2: another irredeemable smutty oneshot, yay!

“Are you sure that you’re alright, Anakin?” Obi-wan asks for the third time, exasperated to the point where no matter what Anakin claims, he’s going to stop their walk and examine Anakin from head to toe. But instead of lying again, Anakin, who has been making the strangest noises as they pushed through the wildly lush jungle that covers the planet, groans piteously and stops so suddenly that Obi-Wan almost runs into him.  “Anakin?”  “I’m—kark, don’t make me say it.”  Since Anakin stubbornly refuses to face him, Obi-Wan circles around to find Anakin flushed and sweaty, his lips torn from biting down.

[Obikin] Untitled3: probably still irredeemable but not actually smutty! for @sweet-cynic, a bit of a... TMA-SW fusion AU? (featuring Priest-Wan because we could always use more of that.)

The day Obi-Wan Kenobi stumbles over the bedraggled figure curled up tight at a corner of the stairs leading up to the church is already one of exhaustion and fury drowned in alcohol. He is in no charitable mood, but discovering a small child wedged tight against the stonework in the middle of the night, with the chill of an early winter creeping in, horrifies him into action. Are they dead? Obi-Wan wonders, leaning down carefully. Wrapped up in misery and in shapeless, grimy garments, the child is nothing but a genderless mop of blond hair and too-pink ears peeking out from the collar of the jacket they’re wearing, some cast off business jacket for an adult repurposed for warmth against the bitterness of October.  He clears his throat. “He—” Blue eyes snap open.  Too blue, too bright, there’s not enough light that I should be able to see the color. But Obi-Wan doesn’t pay that thought as much attention as it deserves. “Hello there. That doesn’t seem terribly comfortable." The poor creature—Obi-Wan still cannot pinpoint a gender, the face dark with dirt—shifts away from him, inching to regain space as if they don’t trust him despite the markers of his office, the collar, the coat, the cross weighing heavy on his chest.

NEXT UP:

airline Obikin shenanigans for @virahaus

even more shenanigans set in bones of a miracle for @gretchenzellerbarnes

A coda for all things unsaid

I'm hoping Untitled2 will be finished today, but we'll see. :) After some of these go up I will finally get back to working on fear the crown and the devil is a gentleman. They're long overdue for updates. (Also have my eye on you should see what we do in my head--definitely want to finish that this month.)

And that concludes the State of Fic! ❤ If I have forgotten anyone or any thing or you have a question about a fic not mentioned, please give me a poke.

[aphrd1tes0]

SEBASTIAN STAN! - family

pairing: sebastian stan x gn!reader

warnings: dogs!!! | fluffy | short drabble (my first!) | use of google translate ( sorry if incorrect! )

summary: you got a little lonely whilst seb was away, filming. so you decided to get a little something to keep you company.

written: 28 / 05 / 23

currently, sebastian is away for filming. even though you call him everyday, you somehow seem to miss him even more as the days go by.

as your watching tv, since you have nothing else to do, a thought pops into your head. what about getting a dog? it may take a bit of time to convince seb, but surely he’ll be happy with a dog, right?

so, with that, you unlock your phone and open safari. happily you search dog adoption centres near me and instinctively click on the first link. it takes you to a colourful bright screen with silhouettes of dogs, all different shapes and sizes. you search and search and search for the perfect dog, looking carefully at each of them. until one in particular catches your eye.

NAME: Bucky!

BREED: Golden Retriever!

PERSONALITY: Cuddly, energetic, loyal!

COST: $100

huh, bucky? what a coincidence. you thought. he was perfect. and that very same day, you drove down to the pet adoption centre and adopted him. as soon as you saw him, you knew he was the one. seb was going to love him.

that was a month ago. today is the day seb comes home and, of course, you forgot. you forgot he was coming home, you forgot to tell him about the puppy, it’s like the dog took his place. you were laying on the couch with bucky asleep on your stomach when you heard a car pulling up in the driveway. confused and a bit startled you abruptly sat up, waking up bucking in the process.

“sorry pup,” you said to bucky, stroking his head softly. and that’s when you remembered, sebastian. how could you forget he was coming home? you looked around to see if there was any mess, fortunately, there wasn’t. but then you looked down. bucky. you never told him about bucky. now panic mode had set in, and you instantly went through all the negatives.

what if he doesn’t let you keep the dog? too bad.

what if he hates bucky? how could he?

what if he hates you? oh no.

just then the door had open wide and in steps the one and only sebastian. with a huge grin he exclaims, “dragâ, i’m home! where are you?”. still panicked you did the first thing that came to mind; hide bucky under your, well sebs’, shirt. not the smartest of ideas. “uh, in here seb!” you call back. he pokes his head around the living room door frame and smiles at you. “there you are. mi-a fost dor de tine.” he walks over and gives you a kiss. unsurprisingly he notices your his shirt.

“first of all,” he begins with a confused look, “is that my shirt? secondly, what is under it?” there is a moment of silence between the two of you until you speak up. “um well, yes. and there’s nothing und-“. you get cut off by a gentle nudge from bucky, signalling to let him go. “i kinda got a puppy whilst you were filming.” you say lifting up the shirt to reveal bucky.

with the most wholesome eyes, bucky looks up at seb and wags his tail. seb kneels down to give the golden puppy a few scratches. “oh, dragâ! i love him! what’s his name?”. he happily says, like a kid in a candy store. “his name’s bucky. you like him?” you are hesitant to ask, only praying that he doesn’t hate you. in fact, he laughs at the coincidence. “of course i like him, he’s beautiful! we have a little family now!”

you get a little teary-eyed at that. “you don’t hate me for not telling you?” he looks at you shocked, dumbfounded even. he pulls your face into his hand and says softly, “i would never hate you. now, scooch over. i need some family cuddles.”

a little family, indeed.

ALERT!

hello! thank you for reading my very first drabble / oneshot..? i’m not sure. but, i hope you enjoyed this! please do not take credit for my work, please do not translate or rewrite this either! all likes, comments, reposts, follows are all very much appreciated! feel free to send in a request. make sure you have eaten, drank some water and had enough rest, and i love you all so so much! 🫶

mi-a fost dor de tine = i missed you

[respectthepetty]

@angelsindeepconversation asked what is my deal with JittiRain in the comments (very kindly, super nicely, no hostility, just a question), but as many of you know, this is a floodgate.

First, let me state I cannot write a story to save my life. If an extraterrestrial being came down to Earth and told ME to write a satisfying story or else its alien race would destroy the planet, I'm sorry fam, but we'd all be goners, so I respect what JittiRain does.

BUT

For me, ME, and possibly only me, JR's stories constantly leave me asking "¿pero porque?" ("but why?"). Others can and should provide their reasons, but, FOR ME, the plot would be quickly wrapped up if the answers to that question were simple, but for some reason, JR never makes it simple. The plots always have to be outrageous and convoluted.

*spoilers*

I'll start with JR's latest offering, Vice Versa. If you watched the Our Skyy 2 special, you'll remember that Puen is worried he and Talay are falling out of love due to them not making time for each other. It was a cute installment UNTIL one of their friends came up with the idea of dropping off his toddler nephew in the middle of a rainy night on their doorstep in order for the two men to bond over taking care of a kid.

¿pero porque? - but why not a dog or something? Why an actual tiny human being who is being manipulated into this?

Puen figured out what was happening, yet went along with it.

¿pero porque? - but why not tell Talay who was stressing out? Why lie to the man you are actively trying to make a long-term relationship work with?

But then again, in the original series, Talay and Puen were together for over two years without Puen sharing his real name with Talay.

¿pero porque? - but why not tell Talay SINCE YOU LOVE AND TRUST HIM? and that's possibly the reason y'all can't return to your original universe for TWO YEARS!

But that's just my thinking, you know? And I'm also bias because I'm always asking these types of questions with JR's shows.

Theory of Love - Khai thinks Third loves him, so he decides to TEST Third. Third shows no signs of loving Khai, but Khai finds a video of Third crying as he confesses to liking Khai but being too afraid to lose their friendship to do anything, so Khai decides to HURT Third in the worst ways, so Third won't be in love with him and they can be just friends including kissing Third, calling him a girl's name, and lying to him about being drunk while he did it. ¿pero porque? ¿PERO PORQUE?"

2gether - Why not have Sarawat admit to Tine that he liked him for OVER A YEAR? Why all this strange stand-offish energy? (This was also an issue with Star in My Mind which wasn't a JR series, so understand it's just not JR). ¿pero porque?

Still 2gether - Tine and Sarawat have to be apart for a few weeks for *reasons* which makes Tine very sad because Sarawat never calls, but it's all good because Sarawat actually was at Tine's very first event since he has been in love with him forever which means that basic ass lie from the first season STILL POPS UP IN SEASON TWO! ¿pero porque?

Fish Upon the Sky - Mork likes Pi and has been Pi's ONLY friend for a while, but Mork's identity is a secret. When they meet in real life, Pi has no idea Mork is his online buddy and rejects Mork several times. Instead of Mork telling Pi "hey, I'm your online buddy," Mork just . . . doesn't instead opting to continue lying to Pi until he wins him over. ¿pero porque? Oh, and Pi's brother pretends to be a dentist to get his guy, and the lie runs so deep that he goes to a village to perform dental exams even though he doesn't know a damn thing.

So do you see a pattern here?

Instead of Puen telling Talay about the kid or his name, he lies.

Instead of Khai telling Third he knows he likes him, he lies.

Instead of Sarawat telling Tine he has always been there for him and always will be, he lies.

Instead of Mork telling Pi he is his online buddy, he lies.

¿PERO PORQUE?

The lies are so tiny, it makes me think why would someone lie about that, and strangely, JR never gives us a real reason. We can assume, but the narrative doesn't state that Puen was worried that Talay would not truly love him if he found out Puen was a big time actor (even after two years of Talay proving he would love him regardless). Khai realizes his error, but instead of telling Third, he runs away for WEEKS while his friends think he DIED, then comes back and gets upset at Third for moving on like he didn't do it to himself.

All BLs have issues, but JR makes the issue the entire plot, and it goes in a circle until I'm screaming "JUST FUCKING TELL HIM ALREADY!"

So to answer your question - Be My Favorite has no obvious lies right now. Pear knows Kawi is her buddy. Kawi knows Pisaeng is his buddy. Pisaeng kissed Kawi in the future so it's obvious he likes Kawi. Pisaeng knows Kawi likes Pear. Everyone knows everything . . .

except what we don't know, and that is what will kill us all.

Unless there is no lie.

(And this is why I am scared)

[heesulovebot]

8 shows to get to know me

my bae sufa @heart-ming didn’t tag me but let’s just say they did teehee. i literally mostly watched kdramas before i started bls so this list will admittedly be kdrama centric 🫣 in chronological order (i think):

that 70s show: has this show aged well? no. but there are still so many iconic moments that it holds a special place in my heart. twelve year old me would race home after school to watch re-runs. twelve year old me also thought peak romance was eric and donna dancing to abba’s fernando in the drive way in front of the vista cruiser 😭😭 

reply 1988: i never thought reply ‘97 could be topped (esp after the disappointment of ‘94) but reply ‘88 knocked it out of the ball park completely. i loved every single character sm, it rlly felt like home :’) and rip to those who had sls but i’m different 💅🏼 (jk i usually have a chronic case of sls dsjkfnksjd but everything in this drama made sense, esp deok seon and taek). who else was there for soompi forum user @ packmule using colour-theory, dialogue, and frame analysis to guess who the husband was before the show finished airing???? packmule on soompi forums u will always be famous xoxo

my mister: the grip this show had on me should be studied like. i made my first fandom sideblog for this show?????? i wrote my first fanfic for this show??????? dskjfnkdjnsk the scene in which park dong hoon sits in his living room after everything is finished and then bursts out in tears and then the background music cuts off and we just hear him sOBBING in silence...... i will never recover, i fear

2gether: speaking of shows that had a grip on me ksdjfnkdsjnf i gotta be real and add this to the list since y’all who have been following me since this era bore witness to my absolute obsession. i def can objectively say that 2gether is not a good show but tine and watine remain a special place in my heart forever ♡

ofcc & cherry magic: LOL I’M CHEATING AND PUTTING THESE TWO TOGETHER but they’re both about gay salarymen so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk there’s just an underlying sadness to both these fluffy jbls that i fuck with heavy      

i told sunset about you: no matter how much beef i have with p’meen, p’boss has done nothing wrong in his life ever and itsay tehohaew remain my babies. y’all alrdy know itsay had me in tears weekly (i still remember watching ep 4 during class time ((covid college core)) and then my prof started saying something after i finished the ep and i BURST into tears and haven’t recovered since tbh)   

to my star 1&2: god daseul invented cinema and romance, actually. this show (s2 particularly) had me on twitter spaces talking about jiwoo and seojun’s depth and complexity for 8+ hours 💀 i literally could write an entire thesis on it—have probably, if u combine my tumblr tags and tweets 😭😭😭 tms surpassed my 2gether rewatches (which @phukaoapologist & @pranpat can attest that is A LOT), and will always remain that bitch

the glory: every girliepop has a lil’ bit of blood lust in them. sometimes u need a cute lil’ revenge drama on ur list and a man that would tell you that he’d kill for you xo

tagging!: @nonkul @itoldsunset @phukaoapologist @pranpat @earthpirapat @dirhwangdaseul @ohmybitna @jaehwany @junghaesin @fordallan @deshimango @kinnkittisawasd @freensrcha @jiustian i’ll only tag a few since i bet a lot of ppl have alrdy done this but if u want to and i didn’t tag you consider urself tagged ♡

[theiris-storyvault]

realize— part 3

Waddling into the room with her bright blue PJs on, Nami makes her way onto her father's lap, abruptly dropping herself, making Namjoon jolt in surprise snapping him out of his daydream.

"Nami-ah~ Why're you awake so early my love?" Namjoon asks lovingly, placing his coffee down before pulling to carry her. Nami was silent, Namjoon figured it was because she dropped asleep at 6PM last night, 3 hours earlier than her usual bed time. He chuckled softly, as he stroked his daughters back.

"Would you like to eat anything?" Nami stirs quietly, peaking at Namjoon with firdt her left eye, then her right eye, before placing her lips near his ear. "Hot Cocoa". She sleepily whispers. Namjoon laughs at how silly she was acting, half asleep asking for her favourite. With no second thought, Namjoon puts her down on the couch to let her bask in her sleepiness for a while and headed to the kitchen to prepare.

When Namjoon was left to raise Nami on his own, he was distraught. Not knowing where to begin, and what to learn first. It took several burnt arms, pooped-on shirts and vomit filled bed sherts before he perfected his techniques. He wasn't sure of anything he did, but he was sure about raising Nami right, and so with everything he knew, he did.

He quietly hums to himself, letting the milk warm in the microwave as he prepared a small bowl of cereal. The machine beeps twice which signals that the milk was ready. With steady hands, he tries his best not to spill any on the freshly mopped floor, and as soon as he successfully plants the mug on the kitchen island, he signs in relief. Namjoon couldn't count the tines he had dropped, spilled and or burned himself transporting the mug of milk when making hot cocoa for his daughter. He then pulls out a cannister of Nesquik from the pantry, scooping out 1 full tablespoon and mixing it into the mug. He stirs it gently, looking over at his daughter, now spacing out with her focus on the ceiling. "Nami, marshmallows or whipped cream?" This question prompts the little girl to rise from the sofa and bolt into the kitchen with her dad.

"Marshmallows and Whipped Cream" Nsmi bats her eyelashes, trying to convince her now sighing father to give her the best of both worlds. "Fine, but you better not tell Uncle Jin I gave you both. I haven't heard the end of his litany on why I shouldn't give you KitKats and Skittles during movie nights."

This makes Nami giggle. She then nods, lifting her pinky up to her father in assurance to seal the deal. Namjoon smiles down at her, intertwining his own big pinky around her smaller one. Seokjin had been Namjoon's best friend for as long as he could remember. They went everywhere together from middle school up until Namjoon gained Nami. He was there to pick up Namjoon when he falls face flat on the floor, wipe hid tears away when his wife died, and reprimand him everytime he'd spoil the little girl he loved most.

He was his partner, and he was grateful he had him to balance him out.

Both Namjoon and Nami sat in silence after making the drink. He watches his daughter happily munch on the cereal, taking occassional sips of hot cocoa from time to time. He adored her alot, she kept hin grounded and most of all, she made him feel so complete.

"Daddy," Nami fills the silence. Namjoons lifts his eyebrows up as he takes a dip of his now cold coffee in response. "Can Heeseun and I have playdate?". His eyes widened. He puts his cup of coffee down, and exaggeratedly gasps. "A date?! With a boy?!" He says loudly. Nami's laughter fills the air easily as he aggressively pulls on his hair. "No, daddy! A playdate! Heeseun said his dad bought him a new Lego set."

He was ecstatic that she was excited to go, but what caught his attention was when she mentioned a dad. You had been on Namjoon's mind ever since the day you met at the PTA meeting. Your smile was something he found sofistinct about you. The way you'd beam brightly and widely enough to show all your teeth was significantly remarkable about you. The way you'd laugh at his jokes was another thing he liked about you. The way you'd join him in making sarcastic comments everytime a PTA mom would raise a concer that isn't really a concern. Everything about you was memorable. He thought to himself constantly about befriending you officially, and become bestfriends the way his daughter and your son was.

He didn't know why it bothered him so much, but it did. With a faint smile, he nods. "Okay, let me see if his Mom would be fine". He says. A part of him lit up in excitement because he was going to talk to you again, but at the back of his mind, he wondered: What the hell was he feeling? Why did it bother him so much?

Realize Masterlist

[mia-cooper]

For the prompt--Pke & Batel. # 13 Things you said at the kitchen table

thank youuuu! fyi, memory alpha says Batel's first name is Marie so that's what I'm going with.

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“So this is osso buco, huh.”

You watch her poke at it with her fork. “I take it you’re not a fan.”

Marie lays the fork down. “What I’m not a fan of is you barely looking at me. You haven’t said three sentences since I got here, Chris.”

“Not true. I said hi, asked if you wanted some wine, then told you when dinner was ready.”

She pushes her chair back. “If you’re going to be disingenuous –”

“I’m sorry.” You raise a placating hand, and she lowers herself slowly into her seat. “I have a lot on my mind.”

“That much is clear.” She spears a pea on the tines of her fork, lifts it to her mouth, thinks better of it and lays it on her plate. “This wasn’t my fault, Chris. I had orders.”

You give up on drawing patterns in your gravy and pick up your wine glass instead, sitting back to stare at her over the rim. “Your orders could have cost Una everything she’s ever worked for. Not to mention depriving Starfleet of a decorated officer.”

“And pissing you off to boot.” Marie folds her arms. “Why do I get the feeling that’s at the front of your mind? Because of me, you could have lost Una. Or at least that’s the way you see it.”

“You could have refused,” you tell her through your teeth. “You could have stood up for what’s right.”

“You know it’s not that simple.”

“And you know that’s bullshit. Right is right. You chose the wrong side.”

Silence reigns in the wake of your anger.

“I don’t think I’m a fan of osso buco after all,” Marie says, standing and shrugging on her jacket. “It’s leaving a bad taste in my mouth.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you try, but Marie is already striding to the door.

“I’m glad everything worked out for you and Una,” she says over her shoulder. “I’m sorry you don’t believe that.”

You move up behind her, a hand hovering over her back. “Let me make it up to you,” you offer, but it sounds half-baked even to you.

“Some things you can’t take back,” Marie says. “See you around, Captain.”

[frayed-at-the-seams]

Top ten bl couples- 2022 version.

(This may change as new dramas come out). In no particular order. These are just the ones that I enjoyed the most for various reasons. Posting this just because I have watched so many shows that I have lost count, but yet these are my absolute faves.

1. Adachi and Kurosawa. (Cherry Magic). Such a lovely story about respect and overcoming anxiety. They have such a sweet relationship and their story was really well paced. I want to see more of them.

2. Yoohan and Yeonwoo. (Color Rush). I loved their story and was so upset about season 2. They had such great chemistry and were literal soulmates.

3. Sarawat and Tine. (2gether). This was such a dorky but sweet romance story and season 2 only made it cuter. They had such great chemistry and I loved their interactions.

4. Mark and Ouwen. (Love is science). Even though they were a side couple I loved their story and the found family they created. They also had great chemistry and character development.

5. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu. (Word of honor). Two messed up and traumatised people band together and accidentally created a family while causing chaos. Loved their dynamics.

6. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. (The untamed). I have always loved these two from MDZS. They are such opposites but fit so perfectly.

7. Togawa and Nozue. (Old fashion Cupcake). I loved their banter and their relationship development. Their age gap was perfectly incorporated into the show. I wish the series was longer so we could see more but the few episodes were also amazingly well paced.

8. Arthit and Kongpob. (Sotus). They were one of my first dramas and I have had a soft spot for them ever since. Grumpy cat and smitten puppy is a perfect dynamic and I love it.

9. Jack and Zhao Zi. (History3: Trapped). Sunshine and sunshine protector with such a great storyline. Mercenary and a policeman with a surprising little amount of drama considering their backgrounds. They’re just so sweet and I love them so much.

10. Jang Jaeyoung and Chu Sangwoo. (Semantic Error). They had such great enemies to lovers plot and the height difference was adorable. They had me hooked by the first episode and their interactions are everything.

If you haven’t seen any of these shows then I high key recommend.

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2023 Day 7- Minotaur Part 3

The Rut

Almost there, part 4 is that sweet lemoney goodness. But this is still super sweet and fluffy.

Thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 promptlist as well as @catbatart for theirs too.

Part 3

Big Bad Lawyer

You barely managed to survive your day, and you had to skip lunch and barely take five minutes to wolf down a quick power bar in the bathroom because each client had extra issues. All of them had drop tines, or crazy intricate and complicated brow palms and top palms and bez’ for your caribou clientele. Your moose clients had gigantic main palms and brow palms where you had to use something of a curved ice scraper on them and you were sure your hands were forever going to stay greasy and oily despite wearing gloves for every client, a few of them, having to change your gloves a couple times and empty your velvet box and it was just one big blur of velvet. And so you of course, felt like you were always running late and behind and even took in an emergency appointment. 

But by the time you were done, it was just you and Macy left as Dick Rick was still waiting in his car in the row of spaces meant for the spa in the front. Especially since Macy insisted that if he didn’t have an appointment or was not going to buy anything, he had no other business in the spa and had threatened that if he would not leave, the police would be called to make him leave and that he would be black listed from the spa, should he continue to “harass” the specialists there. 

But here in the parking space, watching the spa like a hawk. Then you and Macy walked your last client to the door and locked it behind him once you got him checked out. 

“Should I call the police?” Macy asked as you both eyed Rick’s car with weary skepticism from a distance that you hoped he couldn’t see you from his vantage. 

“Well, this morning he claimed he had a job opening for me at his “new spa”. Did he actually give you or the other receptionists anything to that effect or not?” You asked. 

“Yes.” Macy confirmed before she walked back to the desk and handed over the manila envelope before you took out the clearly- printed off a cheap printer- paper that had all kinds of flashy gimmicky symbols and none of the same font and it looked more like a flier than anything before you quickly got a pen and wrote ‘no thank you, not interested.’ with a scrawl of your name before you put it back in. 

“He’s not going to take that no very well.” Macy predicted. 

“No he’s not, that’s why I’m hoping I can call in a favor to make him accept it.” You said before you pulled Bauvar’s business card out of your pocket and called him up. 

“Hello?” Bauvar asked after the second ring. 

“Hey Bauvar, it’s Bianca from The Velvet Spa, is that offer of being a bid bad lawyer still good?” You asked hopefully. 

“Of course. Do I need to head down there?” He asked. 

“At your earliest convenience, yes please.” You confirmed. 

“I’ll be there in ten.” He offered. 

“Thanks.” You thanked him gratefully. 

“Bauvar? Who’s that?” Macy asked once you hung up the phone. 

“You know that new caribou minotaur I had yesterday? Bauvar Leopold?” You prompted. 

“Oh you mean the same handsome guy who dropped you off at the door this morning who was a last minute first timer?” Macy grinned mischievously. 

“Yes. Well, he was at Caribou Coffee when Dick Rick caught up with me. He agreed to pretend to be my boyfriend to Dick Rick to keep Dick Rick at bay. And he’s a lawyer and when I tried to tell Dick Rick I had a noncompete, which, I am contemplating having him draw up, just to say I have one, but I wouldn’t have anyone else here sign one. Thankfully Bauvar picked up on that and used that to help me escape Dick Rick’s clutches.” You revealed as Macy hummed excitedly. 

“Oooh, so is he coming to have a second act to it? At least the boyfriend part too? In addition to “The Big Bad Lawyer”, which did sound hella sexy, just sayin.” Macy asked. 

“Yup. He offered that if Dick Rick kept harassing me, he’d happily step in, for the big favor of getting him in and taken care of so quickly.” You explained. 

“Nice. So I take it, you want me to play along too?” Macy asked. 

“Please?” You requested. 

“Girl I got you.” Macy reassured you. 

“Thanks.” You thanked her gratefully as you both pretended to wind things down and get ready to leave as it seemed Dick Rick then creeped his car closer and closer to the building until he was parked right behind the handicap parking spot.  

“Subtlety is not in this guy’s vocabulary is it?” You snorted derisively. 

“Nope.” She offered as you both waited on Bauvar to arrive. 

“Oh, hold the phone, god damn.” Macy crooned when Bauvar drove into the next parking space with a much nicer car, in another good looking suit and the moment he got out of the car, you and Macy smiled happily at him. 

“Hey Sweetie, you ready to go get dinner?” Bauvar asked just as Rick got out of his car and approached once you met Bauvar at the door. 

“Yup.” 

“But I thought you two were going to look at my offer together?” Rick asked skeptically. 

“Oh yes, here was his offer.” You offered the manila envelope over to Bauvar who took it out and looked it over but frowned deeply at it. 

“What- in the phony three dollar bill looking offer is this?” Bauvar immediately scoffed at it.

“It’s not phony, how dare you!” Rick began to argue before Bauvar simply reached out, lowered his head so his antlers would collide with Rick’s to get Rick to take a step back as Bauvar soon stood between you and Macy and Rick and every time Rick tried to side step him, Bauvar would advance him further and further back. 

“Oh really? Let’s prove it.” Bauvar challenged before he got his phone out and called the number on the sheet on speaker and immediately got a ‘this line has been disconnected’ message before he outright looked on the Better Business Beaurer’s list of businesses and it wasn’t even listed as a business. 

“What kind of shady charlatan shit is this? If this was a real business, the phone wouldn’t be disconnected and the address wouldn’t be to the damn coffee shop down the street! You really did just smack a bunch of shit together in a Word Document and expect it to pass as genuine offer? No. This, is literally false advertising and you can get your ass sued for this shit. The firm I work for- is a firm who sues assholes like you for trying to copycat other businesses and do things like this. Plus this is a direct conflict of interest and a direct violation of Bianca’s noncompete, which I looked over and is iron clad with not a loophole in sight. Now lets look at the very place you’re trying to copycat here, if I look this up on the BBB’s website, I’ll bet you twenty bucks we’ll find it’s the real deal.” Bauvar challenged before you and Macy looked at each other worriedly. 

“Honey, no, I’m so hungry and so tired, I just want to go pick up a pizza and go home. I already turned it down. Come on Babe.” You called after him. 

“It’ll only take a minute,” Bauvar insisted before you got back and ripped the paper from his grasp and shoved it into Rick’s chest. 

“Richard Burke, I am declining your offer of employment. I’m perfectly happy where I am and with how much I make doing it. I’m not interested in it, or you or anything else you could possibly offer me. And I swear to every god, that if you do not leave me alone, I will not only ban you from the spa, I will black list you and then I will get Bauvar to file a restraining order against you. Please, leave me alone. I don’t know how many times or how many ways I need to tell you ‘no’ for you to get the hint that I’m not interested in you or having anything to do with you. Please, go home or go anywhere else other than where I work, where I live and stay away from my friends and family. I have been more than kind and patient and professionally polite but that line ends here. Please, go away and leave me and mine alone.” You firmly insisted before you turned around to walk away from him, but he gave chase. 

“So what does this place have that whatever spa I could open up wouldn’t have?” Rick yelled after you. 

“A soul! Integrity, honesty, transparency, continuity, stability, a good reputation, pick any or all of those things. I have worked far too hard and for far too long to have poachers like you try to scavenge off of me.” You said as you turned around and continued to walk backwards towards Bauvar and Macy. 

“But it’s a spa! All you are is a cog in the wheel to them!” Rick hotly argued. 

“So? What’s it to you? Why should you care?” You asked rhetorically. 

“But you’d be a co-owner if we opened up our own place!” Rick yelled. 

“Why would I want to be a co-owner with you when I already am the sole owner of this?!”  You finally snapped as you gestured to the spa before Rick gasped in shock.

“No, no, that other red deer-taur chick is the owner.” Rick tried to argue as he gestured to her picture in the display picture. 

“I am not going to argue with you about this any more. You can believe whatever you want to believe. Now, you will either leave or I’m calling the cops to escort you off the premises, because you are no longer welcome here.” You declared. 

“You don’t have the authority…” Rick tried to argue as Macy was already on the phone with the cops. 

“Try me.” You challenged before in only a few more moments the cops came. 

“My name is Bianca Boven, and I’m the sole proprietor of this business and this person is stalking me and harassing me. I’d like him removed and to file a restraining order.” You urged the cops as Bauvar just stared in shock at the BBB’s website that listed you as the sole owner and proprietor and felt- if anything, supremely humbled by that fact. 

“And I’m Bauvar Leopold, I work with…” Bauvar offered as he showed his ID and business card as he and Macy both gave testimony of Rick’s harassment before Rick just glared hatefully and spitefully at you as he was escorted off the premises and threatened to be towed from his parking spot.  

“Sorry to drag you into this.” You offered to Bauvar once the police left once Rick was escorted away as Bauvar at least walked you back to your car that was parked in the parking garage behind the building as he was happy to ride up the elevator with you to where you and Macy had parked near the top of the parking garage. 

“It’s ok. I’m happy I could help. I’ll get the restraining order at least squared away first thing tomorrow.” Bauvar noted as he walked with you to see where you and Macy had parked together before Macy quickly walked ahead and got in her car to drive home for the night, sensing you were pretty safe in Bauvar’s company.  

“Thank you. Please, don’t forget to bill me for your services.” You reminded him. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He waived off. 

“Well, you’re a lawyer, that’s your bread and butter isn’t it?” You proposed. 

“Nope, my bread and butter is suing corporations for false advertising, and malpractice.” Bauvar offered. 

“Oh, ok then.” You chuckled with a grimace and shake of your head. 

“So I sincerely doubt I’d ever see you or your business.” He offered. 

“I would hope not. I try really hard to avoid both.” You offered. 

“Yeah, I can tell.” He nodded. 

“Well, thanks for this, I owe you.” You offered. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He repeated. 

“Just take the IOU as a professional courtesy.” You insisted with a laugh. 

“Fine, fine, don’t twist my antlers.” He smiled as he ducked his head down as his ears laid back a bit bashfully before you took a step forward and kissed him right on the side of his cheek and muzzle before you booped his nose and quickly took the two more steps towards your car door but hesitated to get in as he started laughing despite his own cheeks, that you could practically see blushing through the fine fur all over them. 

“You booped my nose!” He covered his face with his hands to hide his otherwise flushed and flustered state as you laughed with him. 

“I did.” You confirmed. 

“I thought my grandma would be the only one to boop my nose after like, elementary school.” He admitted as his tears had started to bring a tear or two to his eyes as he rubbed his eyes with his knuckles because he had practically dissolved into a laughing fit himself. 

“Well, now, you’ve been booped, as an adult, how does it feel?” You asked. 

“It’s not fair.” He insisted as he just shook his head but his smile was absolutely precious and particularly bright and beautiful. 

“Why isn’t it fair?” You asked with a tilt of your head as you turned to face him before he closed the distance between you. 

“Because it probably won’t be the same if I tried to boop your nose.” He offered. 

“You can try.” You leaned towards him, with your nose presented to him before he reached forward and booped it which got you to giggle. 

“Better?” You asked. 

“Almost.” He admitted as he was just about to try to kiss you, before his phone chimed as did yours. 

“Sorry, I gotta go, and tuck the kids into bed. Thanks for this and thanks for your help today, I really appreciated it.” You thanked him before you opened the door to your big SUV and got in. 

“You’re welcome, yeah, get home and get to the family. I guess I should have asked if you had a husband or boyfriend who would mind if I played boyfriend huh?” He realized. 

��Actually, there isn’t one. So don’t worry about that.” You offered with a bittersweet smile and subtle shake of your head as his heart broke to know that you were trying to raise a family all on your own and could only hope that the ungrateful bastard was at least paying good child support. 

 “Well, in that case, would you mind if we played this charade again? I have a social thing at the office next weekend and we’re expected to bring a plus one because the president of the company is throwing it with his wife. Would you mind pretending to be my girlfriend for it? Because usually at these things, the ones who try to fuck their way to the top come out en force and I really don’t want to be a target for the social ladder climber.” He admitted. 

“Uh, next weekend? What day?” You asked. 

“Saturday night?” He answered with a slight grimace. 

“What time?” You asked. 

“It’s at 7.” He answered. 

“Yeah I could swing that. You could pick me up from here and drop me off here after.” You volunteered. 

“Thank you so much.” Bauvar blew out a breath of relief. 

“So how fancy is this shindig? Formal? Black tie?” You asked. 

“Uh, business formal.” He answered. 

“Yeah, I can do that. Text me the details so we can color coordinate.” You offered and smiled when his own smile brightened quite a bit. 

“Will do.” He nodded. 

“Goodnight Beaver.” You teased which got him to laugh again, because even though he usually hated that mispronunciation of his name, he appreciated your sense of humor regardless. 

“Goodnight Beautiful Bianca.” He offered in kind and grinned when you rolled your eyes and shook your head before you got into the vehicle and started it up and waived goodbye at him before you went home.