#gahh he is so beautiful

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - Return of the Fly (1959)

[soldatdaddy]

[1980ssunflower]

I've been so soft for Min lately 🥺💙💙

[targaryenluvs]

VICTORS SPOILS

pairings: dark!finnick odair x fem!capitol!reader

warnings: obsession, following/stalking, creepy behaviour, naive/younger reader, age gap, (reader is 19 and finnick's around 25), non-con touching and kissing, manipulation, bj mentions/insinuations, sex mentions, prostitution mentions, finnick lowkey preying on you - descriptions of brown reader (i was self indulgent since i’m indian 😁) condescending/nit picking mother and pushy parents!

summary: a victor should be celebrated! a victor should get what ever they wish, even if it’s a sweet capitol girl who misplaced her kindness in someone who was in desperate need of reprieve and distraction.

a/n: ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!! HERES A GIFT FROM ME TO YOU ❤️GUESS WHO MADE HER OWN LITTLE HEADER GAHH!! i tried my bestttt - ive been away for a littleeee!! sorry babes <33 it was like 3am and i cooked this up in my head before opening my brewing pot (notes app) and jotting it down - NOT PROOFREAD

the hall was so loud.

they always were at capitol parties. your mother and father always dragged you along, stating that a young lady should be getting out, meeting people, friends, becoming well versed and established in the capitol. and that they wouldn’t always be here. “you need to learn to be alone, fend for yourself and stand your ground. how are you gonna do that if you’re always trying to keep to yourself dear?” your mother sweetly smiled as she looked over you, “i think you still have time to change that dress, not the most flattering sweetie.”

you scoffed as she walked away ever so elegantly. you looked over yourself in the mirror, the green dress was gorgeous, to you at least. but the blue dress your mother had chosen was breath-taking, as much as you hated to agree with her opinion. so you bit your tongue and put the chosen dress on.

mother knows best right?

the sun was setting with an especially beautiful array of colours to which you figured no one would really notice you were gone if they were all focused on something else. there was probably a screen upstairs which you could watch something on. a few things to eat and drink then you’d head up there.

finnick was glancing over to you the whole night. you’d worn blue, and he’d taken it as an ode to him. you hadn’t looked over at him yet but your leaving of the party seemed like an invitation to him to finally introduce himself.

as you settled down on the plush couch you felt all your tensions melt away. but finnick wouldn’t leave you alone for long. “i’m sorry i didn’t know this was occupied.” finnick looked sad and you had no clue why, so being as nice as you are had you opening the room in invitation to him. “no, no! i just wanted to get away from the party. you’re welcome to sit with me finnick.” it felt odd to you for some reason, calling him by his name as if he was a friend. you’d only ever seen him through screens and from afar yet he looked as amazing as always.

“are you sure?” you nodded and smiled, moving down the couch to make room for him. he sat down, respectful of your space. he looked drained and you felt the same way. “tired of the party?” you asked as he smiled and nodded, “a lot of people asking a lot of questions.” you spoke, “everyone has something to say or ask. my dad told me he got three men asking for my hand. we haven’t even been here for two hours. it’s like being in a room with vultures. and if i do accept i’ll just be, nothing. someone stuck to the side of some ugly guy who just wants a pretty face.” you didn’t know what it was about him but you felt as if you could tell him anything.

and he sat, and listened. nodding his head and adding it where appropriate. it felt, nice. having someone actually listen to what you said rather than just asking what you were wearing. he was nothing like what you expected. you’d heard the whispers. that he was a playboy, he was with and had been with multiple women and men over the years. and that he liked it, the gifts, the people, the uhm, other aspects.

“but you, i’m sure you have people to meet, scope out.” you wanted to curl up and die as soon as the words left your mouth. “no! oh my god, i do not mean it like that. you- i- you should not feel ashamed of what you like. i am so sorry- i didn’t mean to imply-” god would you stop droning on? finnick pressed his lips into a thin line, “hey it’s okay. you’re fine. in all honestly, i know everyone has mis-conceptions of me.” you took his place in attentive listening as he explained the truth.

the threats, the people pawing at him, him being sold from fourteen.

you were crying. it all sounded unbelievable and unbearable for someone to go through at such a young age, his life was ruined all because he was pretty, desirable. no child should even have to think of such things let alone experience them. and rather than you comforting him, he was sitting with his arms around you. he was too good to be true.

“i- no i’m so sorry that happened to you finnick. i had no clue, no one does. you are such an amazing person, from the little time i’ve known you. you don’t deserve any of this. how could you get away from this? we could- we could expose snow we could-” finnick cut you off with teary eyes, “there’s nothing we can do. trust me, if there was i would have tried. but i think, if i got married perhaps. i’d have a reason to stay away from the captiol. we’d live in district four, in peace.”

the idea was pretty decent, you’d give him that. and you couldn’t help your heart running a little faster at the prospect of potentially marrying him. you were already fast friends, at least you’d marry a friend? even if he potentially loved someone else or you loved another.

“what if- if you married me?”

he’d hoped you’d say that.

“you’d do that for me? seriously?” finnick faked shock as you nodded, “we’re friends, i’d much rather marry you than anyone else here to be honest. we could be happy.” you smiled as he wiped away his last tear. “y/n, that’s an amazing idea.”

your wedding was marvellous.

your parents pushed out buck after buck, no expense spared for their little girl. as if they actually cared for you. your wedding dress was white and pristine, courtesy of snow. your brown hair in curls and your brown skin glistening. but you added blue accents for finnick, or you thought you did. it’s not like he pushed for you to wear the things he bought by incessantly reminding the makeup artists and helpers that you were marrying the finnick odair, his wife deserved nothing but the best.

you stood infront of a friend, smiling, happy to be marrying a kind soul.

he stood in front of the object of his affection, his desire and love.

in the first few weeks you were undeniably happy, finnick was as sweet as ever and respected you. it was your best outcome. but overtime you seemed to notice changes in his behaviour. when you’d want to go out into town for dinner he’d always have an excuse up his sleeve.

“there’s roadworks towards your favourite restaurant honey. maybe another time?”

“apparently they’re all booked out, maybe in a few weeks time?”

“wouldn’t you rather have a home-cooked meal? i made your favourite sweetheart.”

it began to annoy after the sixth time. “it can’t always be busy can it? we use to go all the time, and it’s not like they’d refuse you finnick. what’s going on?”

“i give you everything you could ever want. why the hell do you want to go out so much? am i not enough? are you- are you seeing someone?” finnick slumped in his seat.

your eyes widened as you rushed over to him, settling on your knees as your hands were placed on his thighs, “finnick how could you say such a thing? i would never do that to you. i swear there’s nothing going on, i just, i’m bored. i’d like to go out with you, explore your district with you, meet new people with you.” finnicks eyes burnt into yours. this is certainly not how he first wanted to see you on your knees, but at least you were whining.

“yeah? you like me? you promise there’s nothing going on?” you nodded dumbly, “yes yes! nothing i promise.” finnick looked down at your hands in his lap, “how do i know you’re not lying?” your hands were on his knees as you straightened your back, coming closer to his eye level, “i promise finnick. you are my husband, i’m with you. i’ll do anything to prove it to you.”

finnick was fighting off every muscle in his cheeks to not start grinning whilst the sad look on his face was breaking your heart, “yeah? anything?” oh this was going to be good. your cheeks were flushed as you heard the words come of out his mouth, “undo my belt sweetheart, show me how much you mean it.” wavering hands hovered over his belt buckle as finnick relaxed into his seat, it couldn’t get better than this right?

wrong.

every time you asked to go out, to meet a friend, to go to the capitol he’d always sulk. and the night would end with you on your knees, him on his to make you forget, or the two of you tangled in sheets.

finnick was finally happy, he had the girl of his dreams after such a long period of sadness, of exploitation and terror. fake smiles and lingering eyes.

he finally got something out of the games.

and his gift?

the victors spoils.

[rufwooff]

losing my mind over him.....

ARCHIEEEEEEJFEKGNEKJKEKFK I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WTH 😭💜💖💕🔥💖💕✨️💜💖🔥✨️💕✨️

I saw this in the morning and died. it's so nice to know that you liked him, this is my favorite design of his tbh ehhehevxhehd

I THINK I RUBBED A HOLE IN THE SCREEN WITH MY LOOK HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL GAHH-

[hanniiisworld]

POV: You were sent on a mission by Katheryne to investigate a strange cave and encountered Xiao… Little did you know, the scent of the cave was making Xiao lose control of himself over you.

BEFORE READING: Female reader, SMUT with plot.

In the world of Teyvat, there are many interesting tales. This story takes place in Liyue. A traveler from afar encountered a Yaksha…

“Traveler, traveler! You need to wake up. Today is another beautiful day!” Paimon yelled.

“Paimon- Can you let me sleep a little longer? I did so much work yesterday.” You said.

“No can do. We have commissions, exploring, and meetings to attend with Zhongli.”

You pulled yourself up with all the energy left in you and stretched.

“Thank you. You’re a very deep sleeper, so Paimon had to shake you up and yell at you.” Paimon complained.

“I must have been exhausted yesterday."

“Yeah, you were fighting monsters left and right and you almost died!” She yelled.

"And what did you do yesterday?" You asked.

"Well, uh…” She paused.

“I watched over you! To ensure you’re safe. Paimon was ready to call Xiao’s name at any moment.”

“You didn’t call him until you saw me almost die from that ruined guard?”

“Well– Xiao is scary. I didn’t want to bother him unless it was a real emergency.”

You sighed.

You opened the closet to change out of my pajamas to your regular clothes.

After you were done, you walked into the streets of Liyue and went to The Adventurer's Guild to receive my commissions for the day.

“Hey, Katheryne!” Paimon waved.

“Traveller, Paimon! You made it in time.”

“Don’t tell me we have to fight monsters again today.” You groaned.

“I apologize for your last commission. Fortunately, this time it does not require violence, I hope.”

“You hope?” Paimon questioned.

Katheryne pulls out a map and lays it on the table. She points to a certain location.

“Some adventurers have requested that you check out this cave. It has been rumored that those who dare enter the Cave Of Nevermore never come out the same.”

“Yikes! That sounds scary. You’re making us risk our lives?” Paimon asked.

“Well, yes. But there is a high reward, one million mora.”

Paimon gasped.

“One million?! Am I hearing that right? Traveler, we could buy anything we want with that!” She excitedly stated.

“Yes, high rewards come with high risks. What do you say, traveler?" Katheryne smiled.

Paimon urged you to say yes with her puppy eyes.

“I’ll take it,” you said hesitantly.

Paimon claps.

"Yippee!"

“Good choice, traveler. I hope to see you next time.”

Katheryne handed you the map.

You grabbed the map from her hand and thanked her.

AT THE CAVE

“I guess this is the location she marked.” You said.

“Gahh... This looks so scary. What if there are creatures in there and they attack Paimon?”

“Calm down, I’m always here to protect you.” You pulled out my blade, preparing to fend off any man or creature.

You slowly entered the cave and noticed a familiar presence.

Tattoos and short hair were all you could see.

It emitted a large amount of smoke and dark energy.

“Is that…” Paimon stared in shock.

“Xiao…?” You finished.

He turns around, surprised as well.

“Traveler...What are you doing here?” He asked.

“We received a commission to investigate this cave.” You replied.

You could tell by his expression and appearance he was in pain.

“Are you okay, Xiao?”

“I’m fine. I’m an Adeptus after all, I can handle more than a mortal can.”

“Xiao… Your wounds… “ You glanced at those deep cuts.

“I carry first aid with me. Allow me to help.”

“No—” He interrupted “You can’t come near me.”

“Xiao, please! You don’t need to act so tough all the time.”

You walked towards Xiao as he backed away into a corner. You weren’t willing to let him suffer from those wounds.

"Gosh! Xiao is stubborn. It won't kill him to get treated like a regular person instead of enduring it forever.” Paimon pouted.

As you got closer, you detected an unusual scent from Xiao. You crouched down in front of him and opened your first aid kit. He still struggled to get away.

“Xiao, please, I’m only here to help,” You said.

You grabbed my bottle of rubbing alcohol and let a tiny portion sit on a cotton pad. You leaned closer to his face until your faces were inches apart. You gently rubbed the cotton pad on his delicate face.

“Ngh…” He whimpered.

“Sorry, I know it’s hurting.” You comforted him.

You lifted the cotton pad from his face and turned around, still on your knees, to get a band-aid.

Suddenly, you felt his body press directly against yours from behind. A soft, slender hand trailed across your body, and you lifted my chin to face him.

“I warned you not to come near.” He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered. His other hand traveled up your skirt and into your panty. Xiao circled your clit rapidly with his soft hands.

“Uh~ Xiao-” You moaned. Your body sweated intensely. Pre-cum was already all over your underwear as he stimulated your clit even more.

“Please forgive me for this.” Sounds of groans and whimpers escaped his lips when you came all over his fingers.

He brought his head down and bared his sharp fangs. His teeth hooked onto your underwear line and pulled it down smoothly. His breathing got heavier and heavier as he looked down at you with those love eyes. You wanted to move, but your body was frozen in place by shock. Soon, he unbuckled his belt and whipped out his already erect cock.

“My body has felt weird after coming into this cave. Please forgive me.” He mumbled.

You remember feeling strange between your legs when you first entered. The more you stayed, the stronger it became. Maybe it was the odd scent in the air that caused all of this.

“I need some relief too, so don’t hold back,” you said.

With those words, he slid his erect cock into your chamber. Your hole tightened around it instantly.

“It’s tight...” He sounded surprised, but he chuckled soon after. He thrusts it in once more.

“Ah~” You moaned as I struggled to keep my composure.

His pace quickened with time, and also getting rougher as he got closer to his high. After a few more rough thrusts, he finally released his seed inside of you. I came soon after. I was out of breath. You couldn’t stand it anymore. Your knees were sore from withstanding all of this pressure. Xiao noticed this too as you were heavily gasping for air. He put his two hands on your waist and flipped you over on your back, against the wall. He guided your legs to be on his shoulders.

“May I go further?” He asked, still heavily sweating.

“We’ve already crossed the line. Go ahead.” You ensured.

With that, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. He swirled his tongue in your mouth, almost wanting to dominate you completely. Your body relaxed at his touch and youI let my guard down fully for the first time since entering this cave.

As you two made out, his fingers proceeded to enter your wet pussy. The other one lifted up your shirt and cupped your breast. You gasped at the sudden entrance, but you let all your worries away. After all, you were in an Adeptus’s hands. He pulled his lips away from yours and smiled as his fingers continued to pound inside of you. Your mind was foggy as waves of pleasure washed over your entire body. You moan out his name, which only motivated him more. After countless thrusts from his fingers, he pulled it out only to reveal it frosted in cum.

He smirked. He brought the hand dripped with your cum to his mouth and licked it clean in front of you. You blushed at the gesture and giggled. Finally, the Adeptus propped you up and helped you put on your clothes. You looked around to scan your surroundings. Phew… Nothing and no one was there, not even Paimon. Wait, Paimon?! You thought to yourself and ran around, stopping at every corner of the cave to look for her. Xiao was frantically looking for Paimon as well.

“Traveler,” A high voice echoed through the walls. “I got some food!” Paimon laughed. Her arms were filled to the brim with bread, berries, and potatoes. You turned around, eyes filled with relief, and ran up to hug her. Your arms wrap around her tiny body so tight, it caused her to drop all the food to the ground.

“Was I gone that long?” She sighed, patting your head.

Xiao followed along and bent down to pick up the dropped belongings. He tried to avert his eyes somewhere else as he handed them to you. It seems like the effect inside the cave has worn off, for now. There was still a lot of awkward energy between the two of you after what had just happened.

“I think I figured out the mystery about this cave.” You chuckled, leaving Xiao a flustered mess.

“What?! Tell Paimon!” She exclaimed.

“There’s a certain scent in here vthat makes people act different. Some people endure it longer than others, while some only get the effect for a day or so.” You explained, giving a look to Xiao.

“And how’d you find that out?” Paimon looked at you suspiciously.

“I… Just did.” You laughed nervously.

Xiao disappeared at this point to not get any more embarrassed.

[bobattea]

Can you do fic where the reader has a crush on ranpo and he obviously knows and he teases her about it and eventually the reader confesses and smut ensues

Pairing: Ranpo Edogawa x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Nsfw, semi-public sex?(is that even a thing?)

Word Count: 1930

A/n: Gahh this took longer than I had hoped I do apologise

“Y/n you’re doing it again.” You snap out of your thoughts and stare at Atsushi sitting across from you. 

“Doing what?” You try to act nonchalant. 

“You were staring again and you were practically drooling” Atsushi chuckles a little, pointing at the corner of your mouth. Your eyes widen and you frantically wipe your mouth. 

“No I wasn't!” you panic, all signs of composure out the window. 

“Y/n its not very professional behavior to be daydreaming about colleagues as well as drooling.” Kunikida does not look up from his notebook, a light blush appears on your face as you stutter. 

“Excuse me? I was not daydreaming about anybody!” you huff and turn your head to the side avoiding looking at Atsushi and Kunikida. “I was merely day dreaming about…work” Atsushi laughs.

“Yeah right. I didn’t know Ranpo changed his name to work.” You lean over the table ready to attack Atsushi with the nearest object which ends up being a book as you chase him around the office with it threatening to hit him in the head.

“Will you keep it down! I don't need the whole agency to know!” you scream, throwing your hands as you run after the weretiger. 

“He’s ‘the world's greatest detective don’t you think he already knows” Dazai pipes up from the sofa. 

“Not helping Dazai!” 

“Will you two compose yourselves!” Kunikida slams his book down and yells at the two of you. His sudden reaction caused both you and Atsushi to look at him with wide eyes. “You are both at work. I expect you to act like mature adults.” that itself was asking too much 

“Gee what's all the yelling about?” Ranpo stands at the door with a new box of snacks then makes his way to his seat.

“Oh, Y/n was just telling us about their thoughts and daydreams.” Dazai smirks with an evil glint in his eye and you stare at him from the other side of the room with a ‘I promise i'm going to kill you’ look 

“Yeah yea I’m not interested.” You sigh in relief once Ranpo has his sweets, nothing can steal his attention. Dazai was right though Ranpo is a great detective and with his ability he probably already knows but you like to kid yourself and think he doesn't. Surprisingly if he did know he surely would have told you right? His superiority complex would have beaten any level headed thinking or at least that's what you tell yourself. 

******

The day goes by as usual, nothing too extreme. Surprisingly Yokohama was at peace for the first time in a while. All that was left was paperwork for you to fill out, an unimaginable amount for you to do which means you’ll be spending the night at the office.

It’s now the evening and everyone has left the office or at least you thought everyone had left the office. Ranpo came back and watched you from the doorway. It appears you hadn't noticed he was there at all even when he made his way to his desk and sat on top of it without a single bit of acknowledgement. He rested one foot on the desk and leaned his arm on his knee while resting his head on his palm as he watched you with a bored expression. He huffed loudly but still no avail.

“Stare any harder and you might burn holes in the laptop.” That startled you and his expression changed into a smile. Ranpo looked beautiful with the sunset behind him and the way he sits causing you to look at him in awe. 

“Don't scare me like that.” You look away after realizing you were staring a little too long for your own comfort. “I have a lot of work to do.” you say as you continue to type away on your laptop. It stays silent for a bit until you feel Ranpo behind you bending over your shoulder. He was so close behind you. “C-can I help you?” You stutter, if you move your face the two of you would only be kissing away from each other. The thought makes your heart flutter.

“You could but it seems like you have a lot of work to do.” He still doesn't move away, you mumble okay and continue to type. Your face heats up and a blush appears on your face. “Y/n are you sick? Your face is heating up.” He turns your seat around and you come face to face with Ranpo. He holds his hand to your forehead and your face becomes more red. Ranpo opens his eyes and stares at you, his gaze flickering to your lips then back at your eyes and you do the same as he slowly leans in as you copy him and close your eyes ready to kiss him but he stops. “Got it! See you tomorrow Y/n!”  Your eyes shoot open as he holds a lollipop in front of you with a cheesy grin on his face. He waves goodbye and you are left alone in the office still trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. As soon as you knew you were alone you let out a distressed sigh and slammed the laptop shut and got out of your seat. 

“What was that!!? You close your eyes and lean in!! You idiot!” You scream at yourself in embarrassment as you pace the office. ‘Now he definitely knows you fucking idiot’ you take a few deep breaths to compose yourself and sit back down to finish your paperwork. 

Ranpo’s teasing continued for days, you had lost count how many. It started as light hearted then it became downright brutal but you had managed to conjure up a plan to get him to stop his relentless teasing. All you had to do was wait till it was just you and him. 

*****

This plan waited a week, every chance you had you chickened out but this this is it! The others on a mission while Ranpo stayed in the office? Perfect. You waited in the hallway outside the office, composing yourself before bursting into the room.

“Ranpo Edogawa! I’m here to confess that I like you and have for a while!” You closed your eyes not wanting to look at him while your face turned bright red. He had his back turned and didn't say anything, he just carried on eating his sweets. “Hey, didn't you hear me?” you opened one eye. 

“I heard you, I knew from the start. I am the world's greatest detective after all and you don’t hide it very well.” Ranpo turned to face you. “I just wanted to see how long it would take you to confess to me, you lasted longer than I thought but don't worry I know how you can make it up to me for keeping me waiting.” he opened his eyes and a devious smirk appeared on his face.

“Make it up to you? You teased me for days! You should make it up to me!” You protested but he didn't say anything. Instead he made his way towards you until he was invading your personal space again you two just stared at each other before you gave in. “...what did you have in mind?” Yeah…no if you tried to change the subject it wasn't going to work. His smirk grew wider as he placed his hands on your waist to pull you in for a rough yet passionate kiss. Ranpo’s hands made their way into your hair as he roughly pulled at it causing you to let out a moan allowing him to slip his tongue in. 

“I have ideas.” He pulled away from you, he liked the way you looked after a feverish kiss; face red , lips swollen and a dazed look in your eye. He still had a hold of your hair as he guided you down to your knees. “I’m sure you don’t need much instruction.” The way he looked down at you with such dominance made your heart stop and unconsciously squeeze your thighs together, you made quick use of his belt and his trousers. Once his cock was free you suddenly became shy. Ranpo noticed this and loosened the grip on your hair. “Getting all shy now? That’s okay, you can take your time.” He stroked your head reassuringly then you started to stroke his cock a few times before placing your mouth on the tip, sucking and licking over the slit. 

Ranpo let out a moan and guided your head up and down and a steady pace as you continued to swirl your tongue around his length. “I’m not sure I can hold back any longer, sugar” he quickens the pace pushing himself further down your throat, your hands shot up to his thighs squeezing them as your eyes watered and drool was pooling at the corner of your mouth. He wasn’t going easy on you now, not with a mouth like yours. “You’re doing so good for me” you try your hardest to keep going but you need air and he’s not letting go any time soon. “Keep going, I’m just about to-” he pushed his cock down your throat one last time as his cum filled your mouth, you choked slightly but swallowed what you could. “You did so well sugar, I think you deserve a reward too.” 

Ranpo helps you up and helps you on the desk, he pulls you in for another kiss and then leaves a trail of hickeys down your neck and on your collar bones  as you let out a few whimpers and moans. Ranpo stops and kneels to the floor pulling your panties down with him. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you're this wet.” He chuckles as you blush, he pushes two fingers into your cunt causing you to moan loudly and buck your hips forward and arch your back as he continuously pumps his fingers in and out. While you were being a moaning mess he began to suck and lick at your clit while curling his fingers, your moans and whimpers filled the room and Ranpo smirked. 

“Ranpo…gonna cum.” You babbled hands gripping the desk tightly to the point your knuckles were white. He began to curl his fingers. He could feel you clamp down on them, you were close and your legs began to shake as he continued to pull his fingers in and out of you until your cum coated his fingers. 

“You did so well.” He praises you and brings his fingers up to your mouth. You begin to suck on his fingers and let go with a pop. 

“This is not the plan I had in mind.” You took your underwear from Ranpo as he helped you get dressed again mostly he needed to get dressed. 

“No but it was my plan from the beginning.” Ranpo adjusted his hat. “Dazai owes me 2800 yen.”

“Excuse me!? You both bet on this!?” You exclaimed you were gonna kick their asses Ranpo let out a loud laugh at your reaction. 

“No not for that but he owes me 2800 yen if I get a date from you which I believe will happen tomorrow evening.” You raise an eyebrow and a smirk plays on your lips. 

“I guess you’ll have to give Dazai money.” You flash him a smile and a wink before heading to the door. Ranpo saw that coming but he was going to get that date from you and you were going to let him.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

"Angel. You feel like… like it's my birthday."

STOP WHAT IF the reader just starts to like, bake her own cake for him everytime on his birthday and the cake would be covered in edible flowers , his favorite flowers, maybe celebrate his little birthday somewhere secluded and they share little kisses after like omgondidbg (and omgonssk little flowers on his hood)

And why do i feel like his favorite color was red, black, anything that reminds him of violence and any color that is a resemblance of his childhood ,because fighting is the only thing that could distract him from his own mental problems and violent fantasies, and after he met her, his favorite colors changed into ones that remind her (and himself) the most, white symbolizes her innocence and the vast difference of how they both perceive the world, and green symbolizes moving on from some things? He may not move on from his violent tendencies, but maybe he doesn't always need to hold on those painful memories alone, maybe he doesn't need to come back to his room alone with his own sick and twisted world, maybe he can share some of it with her.

maybe thats why kö had a slight dislike of her wearing a black dress :p

Gahh what a message! You know I love you, right??

This birthday idea is so so sweet 😭💞 I know these two cuckoos would have the sweetest moments together. Can totally see them having a birthday picnic under the spring/summer trees (for some reason I'm convinced König's birthday is in May–June. Probably June, yandere König is a Leo sun & Scorpio rising I just know it lmao)

But look, now that you brought up colors I just have to start rambling again... (I'm sorry I'm a rambler)

I was supposed to share this in an author's note but never did so I'll share it now: the dresses symbolize the reader's mindset and reflect her stages of initiation. So:

Yellow = joy, optimism, curiosity, sunshine

Multi/flowers = femininity, fertility, sexual awakening, birds and bees, seduction

White = innocence, purity, hope, coldness, emptiness

Black = otherworld, power, darkness, grief, rebellion

Red = blood: the color of life, death, aggression and (re)birth. ("Birth is through blood")

And yes, König craves the innocence, purity, the angelic aura of the reader. She's like a drug to him when she's outside, dressed in those summery sweet colors, catching some air and watching the sun & the clouds (all the while he walks "underground", in darkness and in filth, watches the world through a black hood).

She reminds him of memories he doesn't even have (if that makes sense). She also reminds him of a certain memory he does have & which is filled with peace and light: the day he enlisted and celebrated by having a few beers. Apple trees were in full bloom and he was so at peace because he was in control now: he was in charge. He could finally leave his childhood home mainly filled with memories of abuse (I'm guessing not only his abuse but his mother's as well).

The evening was filled with the soft light of an early sunset and he thought those cute white blossoms were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It was a brief experience of what paradise might look and feel like before the army and fighting and war became his second home. But as you said about the colors red & black: he likes them, they're what he's good at, but it's not very cheerful or soothing!

When he first saw the reader she instantly reminded him of those cute apple blossoms and the paradise he never really got to taste. And even if his angel "fell" in the end, König adores both sides of her (the "blood-red woman" and the "apple blossom girl"). After all, there's two sides to him as well: the lonely boy who wants to protect the innocent... and the vengeful, grown man who wants to drown the world in blood and bury himself inside a woman to get at least some comfort.

And listen, I'm so glad you noticed the "dislike for the black dress" moment... Because it's there for a reason! König absolutely does not want her descending to the blackness he knows so well. His Engel might look good in red, but she doesn't belong in the ultimate darkness. It's kind of bittersweet how König wants to save her from that by taking the blame for her crime in the end (because he already knows he can bear the dark).

I don't know if this sounds gibberish but I just love to add symbols and metaphors in my stories... and I'm so happy you noticed there's a thing with colors going on 💋

& König needs that birthday cake, he needs those flowers and he needs to see her angel in a white dress and they both need to stop fucking around and go touch the grass 🤍💗

"maybe he doesn't need to always hold on those painful memories alone, maybe he doesn't need to come back to his room alone with his own sick and twisted world, maybe he can share some of it with her" -> look, I'm crying... 😭😭😭

[pisoprano]

Happy birthday, @blur0se! I wrote some more Loveybug AU for you!

Marinette was feeling giddy. Becoming Loveybug was just—GAHH!!! She didn’t have words for it. She wanted to dance and squeal and start throwing confetti. 

She’d told Chat Noir she loved him! 

After all her failures with trying to tell Adrien her feelings, she’d actually succeeded in revealing the three suns in her heart (i.e., those three little words, “I love you”) to someone! And sure, Chat had run away before responding, but clearly that had to be because he was about to transform back, right? Or maybe it was just that he was too surprised by the other news she’d shared to say anything? 

(He looked so sad, though, when he learned that Ladybug wasn’t coming ba—DON’T THINK ABOUT ANY OF THAT! THIS IS HAPPY FUN TIME TO CELEBRATE!) 

She started planning what she was going to do when she saw Chat Noir again. Maybe they could go on a romantic boat ride together? She could wear a fancy dress and have a violin serenading them as they watched the stars together! And she had to bring him a rose—no, a dozen! A hundred! How expensive were roses again? She'd figure that out later, she just knew that any roses had to be red because her kitty needed to know that this was no platonic friendship that she was giving him, it was a romance. One that would last forever and ever! 

The akuma alert popped up on her phone. A part of Marinette was annoyed—she hadn’t finished her dating plan yet!—but on the other hand, it meant seeing that beautiful, silly, fun, caring, adorable, wonderful boy in cat ears that much sooner. She’d have to make up for the lack of a plan with extra hugs (and kisses if she could snag them!) 

“Tikki, spots on!” 

Loveybug yo-yo'd herself into the sky and looked for her partner (the akuma could wait). Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have shown up yet. Probably something in his personal life holding him up. She wished she knew more about that personal life. She wished she was a part of that personal life. Maybe he’d open up more about himself to Loveybug—he certainly wouldn’t tell Ladybug since she'd told him ‘No talking about identity stuff!’ too many times to count (she was a fool to have made that rule—sure the world had ended a couple times, but on the other hand, consider: kissy kissy meow meow). 

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t see all the birds coming. Loveybug was thrown into the air by Mr. Pigeon’s latest flock of evil pigeons. Maybe I can manipulate the swarm of birds into making a message for Chat? she mused to herself. A giant heart shouldn’t be too difficult, right? 

As she tried to think through her plans of sky artistry, she suddenly felt a pair of sturdy arms wrap around her. 

He’s here! 

Loveybug closed her eyes in a dramatic swoon and nuzzled up to him, “Hey, Hot Stuff, where have you been all my life?” She moved her hand up to his neck to play with his bell, but it wasn’t there. All she found was a metallic chain. 

She opened her eyes to look at her catboy. Except he wasn’t her catboy. Sure he was a catboy—black cat ears, a tail, and baton with a paw print that he was using to keep the both of them aloft in the sky as they fled the pigeon horde. But his hair was green and his posture was perfect and he looked like a soldier waiting for orders. Nothing like the fun-loving goofball that had been Ladybug’s partner since the very beginning. 

(Except that time when he’d given up the ring. Except that time when he’d been replaced.) 

“Catwalker?” she whispered. 

“Good day, Loveybug, I hope you are alright?” 

“Of course I’m alright!” she yelped. “Why wouldn’t I be alright?” 

She couldn’t let herself fall apart over losing Chat, not again. She needed to be Loveybug right now, she would die of mortification if Catwalker of all people found out that she was Ladybug in disguise. Mr. Perfect could never find out about how Ladybug had screwed things up with Chat Noir so badly she’d dreamed up an alternate version of herself to fix it. 

Catwalker frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay? We’ve got an akuma to deal with, but if you’re not feeling well—” 

“Yep! Purr-fectly fine, that’s me! Paris’ number one heroine of love and justice! Loveybug! Not Ladybug! She’s not here! Oh look, the Pigeon Man! Let’s go fight him! With the power of love!” 

She gave Catwalker a smooch on the cheek and flung herself away towards danger.

(But why was Catwalker here? He can’t be a permanent replacement. Chat Noir had to come back. If Chat hated Loveybug so much that he gave up the ring again just to get away from her, she’d—DON’T THINK ABOUT THAT! EVERYTHING IS FINE! JUST KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING! YOU LOVE CATWALKER TOO, RIGHT? HE’S SUPER PRETTY AND NICE. YOU CAN LOVE HIM UNTIL CHAT NOIR COMES BACK. HE HAS TO COME BACK.) 

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Pensive Vincent Price.

One of my favorites.

[violettduchess]

Congrats once again Violet!! ❤️❤️ I hope you get lots of requests to your liking and have fun!! Thank you for all your hard work and the amazing fics you give us 🙇🏻‍♀️ Can I please have...Napoleon + laughing while kissing? 🥺💕 Gahh im excited!! Have a great day!!

A/N: Here you are @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 💜

Napoleon x reader

WC: 1174

You blame it on the fact that you still haven’t quite gotten the hang of operating an oven from the nineteenth century. You’ve watched Sebastian use it and Napoleon, of course. They make it seem effortless. And yet somehow….your efforts have resulted in your Hato Sabure, traditional Japanese dove-shaped butter cookies, looking less like doves and more like blackened crows. A frustrated sigh shuffles past your lips as you look over your personal baking disaster. All you wanted was to make Napoleon a treat, to thank him for the time he has spent with you. All the walks through town, where he points out little things around the city most people would not glance twice at, introducing you to his students, the ones who stare at him with starry-eyed admiration, and especially for coming to your aid the other night, when you were out too late in a town that is too dark for a lone woman hurrying home by dim streetlight. A shudder runs through you at the memory of that circle of men with their hungry eyes and yellow smiles. And Napoleon, appearing like an avenging angel out of the shadows, scattering them back into the dirty corners of the city from whence they came.

The kitchen clock chimes, shaking you out of your reverie, sending a jolt through you. Napoleon will be back soon! You barely have time to make a fresh batch. Your lips press together in a stark line of determination. You have to try.

And you really, really have to hurry.

The Hato Sabure are a beautiful gold, edged in crispy brown and still warm from the oven when you knock on the door of Napoleon’s room. Your heart surges forward when it swings open and he is there, his jacket hanging over the wooden chair by his desk, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.

“Nunuche,” he says with a smile that reaches the beautiful jade of his eyes, warming them like the waters of the South Pacific. “What’s this?” 

You step inside, holding the plate of cookies, willing yourself to steady your breathing in the hopes that your heart will follow suit and settle down. 

“I wanted to thank you for the other night. Therefore…..cookies.”

His smile grows and your heart is beating so wildly at its beauty that your lungs are starting to follow your heart's lead, ignoring your brain's commands to breathe evenly. 

“Cookies are always welcome,” he says in that voice of his, that deep, sonorous voice that melts you like chocolate powder in warm milk. He takes the plate from your outstretched hands, his fingers lightly brushing yours. Your skin tingles at the point of contact, his touch sending tiny fireworks of excitement cartwheeling through you. He sets the plate on his nightstand and sits down on the edge of his bed, reaching for a cookie and eagerly takes a large, enthusiastic bite. 

You watch his expression carefully, your lower lip caught between your teeth. They may just be cookies but they are also a piece of you, your homeland, your history, as well as a token of your affection for him. 

Your admiration. 

Your yearning.

He blinks those beautiful nebulous eyes, his chewing suddenly slowing.

He stifles a polite cough behind one large hand, swallowing the mouthful down. This time his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“They are….unlike anything I have ever tried before.” He takes another bite but you notice the way he tenses while chewing.

Oh no….he doesn’t like them.

Despair floods you, too warm and too quick. It leaves you dizzy as you step forward, taking a cookie from the plate and quickly taking a bite. You have to know what's wrong……or they bad...or is it you?

And just as quickly as you bit it, you spit it out with a gasp.

It definitely isn't you.

“They….they’re so salty!” You stare down at the cookie, feeling betrayed and then despair gives way to horror. You were in such a rush to make a new batch….and the salt was in an identical crystal bowl as the sugar…..

“Napoleon, don’t eat anymore! I mixed up salt and sugar!”

“Dieu merci”, he mutters, setting down the half-eaten monstrosity and then at the look on your face, his eyes widen. “Nunuche?”

You can’t help it. You've started laughing. “You….were eating that horrible thing. My god. I am so sorry….I…” Your words are being swallowed by your relieved giggles. The cookies were truly awful. It really wasn’t you. 

Your laughter sparks his own and he reaches out, taking your hands in his and pulls you down onto the edge of the bed next to him. The sound is warm and welcoming and when mingled with yours, it's music to your ears. 

“Y-you were going to keep eating that…that…salt lick, weren’t you?” The idea of him choking down those terrible accidents fills you with equal parts amusement, affection and admiration of his kindness. 

He squeezes your hands, nodding even as he laughs, his gaze downcast as he takes in the sight of your hands in his, a perfect fit. When he looks up, you’re still laughing, softly, eyes bright as you meet his gaze. And then like magnets, you’re both leaning in at the same time, unable to resist each other’s pull, hands gripping each other tightly as the laughter trickles away at the press of his lips to yours. 

Your heart explodes with sunlight, warmth spilling forth from its chambers and filling you with a glow that only he can ignite. A small, final, breathless laugh escapes you and you feel the curve of his smile against your mouth before he begins moving his lips in earnest, his kiss blossoming from something small and contained into something bigger, something new and beautiful and utterly delicious.

When he pulls away, your lips parted in silent protest. He inhales, then gifts you a smile that would brighten even the darkest of midnights. He lifts your hands to his lips, placing a kiss on the top of one, then the other. You allow yourself to be so bold as to run a hand over his soft hair like you’ve been aching to do ever since you laid eyes on him.

“I believe," he murmurs, turning his face to where your raised arm is stroking his hair and placing a kiss on the inside of your forearm, “that this may be the key to removing the taste of your well-intentioned but dreadful treat.”

Again laughter bubbles up from within, from this new-found well of happiness that Napoleon has formed in your heart.

“Is that so?” Your voice is soft with tenderness, effervescent with joy, warm with desire.

He nods, reaching out and winding an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Oui. I am sure of it.” His gaze is bright. Playful. Sultry. 

He leans in, capturing your mouth again like the conqueror he is. 

Et tu te rends joyeusement.

And you surrender happily.

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @bubblexly

[katcoquette]

Friday Night

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Reader

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summary: requested by @redpandabel ! just a typical Friday night with your thoughtful, attentive, doting boyfriend.

★ word count: 1.4k it got a little long sorry! I couldn't help myself after picturing an attentive boyf

★ tw: fluffy, caring boyfriend, (i know we talked about smut for this one but I finished it without and loved it)

★ author's note: it's all I want... GAHH

Knocking on your front door wakes you up from the nap you’d been taking in preparation for the Friday night ahead of you. You check your watch as you roll off the couch, grumbling about who it could be, especially since you aren’t expecting your boyfriend for at least a few more hours.

Yet there he is, on the other side of the door, grinning with arms full of grocery bags and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, “What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting after training ended?”

You clear one of his arms of bags, shifting them to your own. With a now free hand, he gives you a side hug, and a quick kiss, before pushing past you to set the rest of the items down.

“We finished early, so I thought I’d make you dinner before drinks tonight.” He turns as you join him by the counter.

“And what are these for?” You question, gesturing toward the flowers.

“Those-“ He grabs your hand and places it on his shoulder, then rests his arms loosely around your waist. “-are just because.” He smirks, kissing your nose. You beam, pulling him in for a proper kiss.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful.” You turn out of his grasp to grab the flowers and put them in a vase.

He pats your ass. “Just like you.” Even though you’re in the privacy of your own home, you still blush, which makes him laugh. “When you’re done with that come back over here for moral support.” He says it seriously, pointing at the flowers. You roll your eyes at him, though there’s an endearing look on your face.

You finish the flowers, setting them up on your dining room table, then you go back into the kitchen to help him with dinner. You attempt to pick up the knife that’s resting on the counter next to him, the cutting board filled with half chopped vegetables.

“Ah!” You startle as he taps the back of your hand with the spoon in his. “Moral support, only, sweetie.” You pretend to sulk, though you know he won’t cave.

He doesn’t, opting for a kiss to your cheek instead. “Tell me about your day. That can be your job.” So you do, going into excruciating detail to stay occupied, but he listens intently, with little comments as if he’s actually invested in your office drama.

But he is. It’s something he’ll follow up with you about in a couple of weeks.

He keeps you close to him while he watches the pan, one hand stirring while the other holds your back pocket. He’s not actively holding you, more so using the pocket as a hand hold.

It’s not long before the meal is done and you’re enjoying it together at the table. Then you’re sitting at your vanity getting ready to go meet up with some mutual friends at a local bar just down the road.

“Tommy have you seen my-“ You call out, pausing when he finishes your sentence from the other room. “Lipstick? It’s right here.” He enters the room with the tube you’d been searching for, and tosses it to you.

You give him a thankful smile, standing up to grab your purse. “Ready?” He asks from where he’s leaning in the doorway.

The two of you start the walk to the bar, Tom switching places with you so he’s in between you and the road as you continue your conversation. His hand stays intertwined with yours as you navigate the sidewalks, reaching the building in just under 15 minutes.

He opens the door for you and ushers you inside, immediately spotting your friends and waving at them from the entrance. His hand stays on your lower back as the two of you navigate the crowd.

You fall into an easy conversation with your friends, finding a table to sit at while Tom and a few of the other guys get drinks for the rest of you.

When your boyfriend comes back, he places a delicious looking drink in front of you, then takes the seat next to you. “Ooh, what is this?” You ask, eyeing the cocktail.

He shrugs, giving you a mischievous look as he puts his arm around the back of your chair. “It’s a surprise.”

You quirk an eyebrow, but take a sip nonetheless. “Holy shit.” You comment bluntly, immediately taking another drink.

“Good?” He asks, taking a sip of his own drink. You nod, “Amazing. Like, could be my new go-to good.” He settles into his chair, satisfied with his choice.

Soon the table is engrossed in several different conversations. You and Tom are talking to different groups, but you can feel his constant touch as you all catch up. You accidentally knock your purse strap off the knob of your chair as you’re talking, and you lean down to pick it up.

When you sit up, you notice Tom’s hand sliding back from the corner of the table. He’s still engrossed in his conversation, taking another swig of his beer before throwing his head back in laughter.

He glances toward you for a single moment when he feels you shift back into your chair, giving you a smile before turning back to the conversation.

His arm resumes its position resting nonchalantly over your shoulder.

A few hours later and you’re more than tipsy, your boyfriend now resorted to sobering up and keeping an eye on you. He knows that drunk you is extra giggly, and extra clumsy, so that becomes more entertaining than continuing to drink himself.

You’re doubled over in laughter, completely distracted by the conversation around you that you don’t realize your chair has tipped forward. In what might’ve resulted in a trip to the hospital, you’re spared thanks to your boyfriend’s casual hand that pulls your seat back to the ground as you all continue to laugh.

You make eye contact as the joke dies down, giving him a goofy grin. “You’re drunk, baby.” He grins, utterly amused by you.

You scrunch your face, still smiling, and shake your head, “Barely.” And when he raises his eyebrow, you gesture with your fingers, “Just a little bit.”

You lean forward, steadying yourself by putting your arm around his neck and resting your forehead on his chest. Your drink sloshes in your other hand, and he takes it and places it on the bar, holding your head to his chest.

“I think we oughtta get you home, honey.” He mutters into your hair. You just nod, the exhaustion hitting you. “Come on.” He hoists you up, both of you saying your goodbyes, and wraps an arm over your shoulders to lead you out of the bar.

The walk home takes a little bit longer, because although you can still walk, you still stumble every few steps, which causes a fit of giggles to fall from your lips

When you get home, he helps you get ready for bed, and then tucks you in. You give him a lazy smile, pinching his cheeks. “You’re so sweet. Sweet as Ice, just like your name.”

“That doesn’t make any sense baby.” He chuckles, brushing his hand across your forehead and then planting a kiss there. "Maybe you should just get some sleep.”

Your hand falls to the end of his sleeve. “You’ll stay won’t you?” You feel him kiss your forehead.

“Of course I’m staying. I’m just gonna shower, mmkay?”

“Mmkay.” You mutter, already dozing off. You wake up when you feel the bed dip next to you, and you instinctively turn over to cuddle up to his side.

He wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your head. “You’re so warm.” A content sigh accompanies your comment. “Tonight was fun.”

You can feel his chest rumble as he chuckles. “It was fun.”

“I love you so much.” You say it so matter of factly that he laughs again, which causes you to sit up to look at him. “What’s so funny, mister?”

He purses his lips to try to stop the laughter. “Nothing, baby.” He leans down to kiss the pout that had formed on your lips. “You’re just cute. That’s all.”

“And you love me too?”

He bites his bottom lip, another round of laughter threatening him. “Yes. I love you too.”

You smile, placing a hand on the side of his face to pull him to your lips again. “Good.” You whisper against them, before settling back into his side.

It doesn’t take long for sleep to take you again, safe in your boyfriend’s arms.

Taglist: @choochoo284 @classygirlything21 @hopefulinlove

[stories-of-the-nrm]

The Great Race Part 1

Narrator: It was a beautiful summer day on the Island of Sodor. Everyone works on their delivering their trains on time. Gordon especially, takes great pride in making sure the Express arrives on time.

(We see Gordon waiting at a red signal. Suddenly Thomas blows his whistle.)

Gordon: Gahh!

Thomas (laughing): Wake up lazy wheels! The Express can't be stopped all day you know. Some of us have work to do. I bet I can make it to Vicarstown faster than you.

(Gordon moans. The signal turns green and Gordon speeds away.)

Annie: That wasn't very nice, Thomas.

Clarabel: You know that Gordon's a very fast engine. He'll make you look very silly.

(Thomas calms down.)

Thomas: Relax, ladies. I'm just teasing him. And besides, the Express always has the right of way. Everyone knows that.

(We follow Gordon through his journey on the Main Line until he stops at the station in Vicarstown.)

Gordon: Oh yes. Right on time. Of course that isn't a surprise if you're me.

(Donald who's pulling a freight train to the Mainland just rolls his eyes.)

Narrator: As he waits for his departure time, Gordon hears Thomas' whistle.

Gordon: Well, well, well little Thomas. Looks like I beat you to Vicarstown after all.

(Thomas pulls up to the platform right next to Gordon's.)

Thomas: Oh come on, Gordon. It's not like we were really racing.

(Gordon is about to say something when he hears a whistle he hasn't heard in a long time.)

Gordon: No. It couldn't be.

(Thomas looks in the direction Gordon's looking in.)

Thomas: Wow. Is that who I think it is?

Narrator: A large green engine with two tenders backs into Vicarstown station next to Thomas.

Thomas: Hello there. I'm Thomas. Are you who I think you are?

(Before he can speak, Gordon cuts in.)

Gordon: Yes Thomas, you should know who this is. This is my brother, the Flying Scotsman.

Flying Scotsman: Oh! Hello, Gordon. Haven't seen you in a while. Don't tell me your run has been shorted to Vicarstown already.

Gordon (scoffing): Oh please. Like my controller would ever shorten my run. I always run my trains on time and provide reliable services.

Thomas: You don't even travel 100 miles on a one way trip, Gordon. I'm sure the Flying Scotsman works way harder than you do.

(He laughs.)

Flying Scotsman: Oh I wouldn't be so formal, Thomas. You can just call me, Scott. Why calling me the Flying Scotsman almost makes me sound famous.

(Gordon rolls his eyes.)

Gordon: Just say what you wanted to say, Scott. Some of us actually have work to do.

Scott: Ah yes. I wanted to tell you some news. Now I don't know if you heard this yet, but on the Mainland there is to be an international steam exhibition show. Many competitions will be held and I will be racing.

(Gordon makes an exasperated gasp.)

Thomas: Wow. I didn't even know engines could race.

Scott: Of course we can race. I might not be able to hit my 100 mph record, but I can still win a race or two. I wouldn't be the pride of the LNER if I wasn't fast.

Gordon (huffing): If that's all you came here to say, you wasted your breath. I wouldn’t want to be part of such foolishness anyway. I'm not a show off like you, Scott. Some of us have class.

Scott: Oh I wouldn't be so quick to blow it off, Gordon. This could be your chance to show the world what you Sodor engines are made of.

Thomas: I definitely want to go to the Mainland and show what I'm made of.

Scott (chuckling): Well Thomas, you my friend have a lot of heart. Who knows, maybe I'll see you all at the show.

(The conductor blows his whistle.)

Scott: Flying Scotsman coming through!

(The title "Hit Entertainment presents" appears.)

Flying Scotsman: Flying Scotsman, coming through!

(The subtitle "Created by Britt Allcroft" appears.)

Gordon: Ooh!

(The Flying Scotsman drives off screen with his train as the subtitle "Based on The Railway Series by the Rev W Awdry" appears. Thomas looks surprised as the subtitle "Written by Andrew Brenner" appears. We cut to a birds eye view of the track to the Mainland as the subtitles "Told by Mark Moraghan" and "Executive Producer Christopher Keenan" appear.)

Thomas: Wow. I can't believe the Great Railway Show's only a month away.

(He sees a man gluing a poster about the show saying it will take place on August 1st, 1965.)

Sir Topham Hatt: That's right, Thomas. I haven't decided if we would even be competing in the event yet. We still have a railway to run.

Thomas (a little dejected): Yes sir.

Narrator: Thomas makes his way back to the shunting yard. Gordon meanwhile, is still grumbling about seeing his brother.

Gordon: Unbelievable. My brother didn't even write to me in so long. Now out of nowhere he wants to act as if nothing happened. Typical.

(Time passes and Gordon grumbles all the way back to Tidmouth Sheds.)

Tagging: @jayde-jots, @pandorauniverse616, @klein-sodor-bahn, @colaxcoco, @glitterking599, @bluy1206, @oldslowcoach, @thefedoragirl, @nlliah, @postmodernpre-grouping, @ihatewoodpeckers, and @theyellowroseofsodor.

[thefrontofmymind]

hiii i love your instagram prompts! idk if you take requests but i'd love if you made one where y/n is the lead singer of a band opening for the 1975 on tour :)

supporting artist!reader x matty healy instagram blurb

(FC: Pomme)

a/n: hey so i had a not-so big brained moment and forgot this request asked for a lead singer of a band but i hope it's still okay. requests are open and any feedback is greatly appreciated. kisses!! xxx

nmemagazine Who is yn? This up-and-comer has made quite a splash in the past year and it seems only up from here! Between securing a supporting spot on The 1975’s ‘At Their Very Best’ Tour, just about to embark on their UK & Ireland leg, as well as a heavily anticipated debut album just months away, we’re sure you’ll want to keep an eye on her! More info at the link in our bio!

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ynfan1 so proud of her!!!!

1975fan1 she seems so cool! so excited for tour!!

ynfan2 gahh!!! i remember when she would play venues for like 100 people and now she’s touring with the 1975!!!

yninstagram alexa, play she’s leaving home by the beatles (sidenote: couldn’t be more excited for the next month or so <;3)

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ynfriend don’t be too long!!

>yninstagram you know i couldn’t go without you!!!

ynfan1 SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU IN EXETER!!!!!

ynfan2 so prettyyyyy

ynfan3 mother is mothering so hard rn

pollymoney buzzing for you to join us xxx

>yninstagram me too ! x

yninstagram Brighton, you were beautiful, I just wish I didn’t rip my favourite pair of pants minutes before I had to go on stage. Xxx

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ynfan1 I was there!!! You did amazing!!!

>yninstagram thank you dear xxx

1975fan1 i’d never heard of her before last night’s show but i was impressed! you got a new number 1 fan!

ynfan2 can’t wait to see you!!!

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yninstagram via stories:

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ynupdates yn performing in Exeter! tonight she made a speech at the end of her set to introduce The 1975: “I want to thank you for listening and letting me perform here tonight, but I know you’re all not here for me. So I’d like to introduce the one, the only–my bosses–The 1975!”

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ynfan1 she was so good!!!

ynfan2 she’s so sweet!! My new fav artist!!

1975updates “Did you see yn before? She’s pretty cool–very talented…She’s also pretty hot which is great on tour…She knows this I told her.” -Matty tonight about yn, the supporting artist on their UK tour.

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1975fan1 ah matty healy, trying to get cancelled since 1989

1975fan2 ok but likeeee why could i see them together???

>ynfan1 no bc ur so right

1975fan3 ok matty’s got a new girl time to lay down in a busy intersection

ynupdates yn went live on instagram this morning!! she was hanging out with Polly from The 1975’s band!

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yn1975fan1 ok but yn and polly as besties,,,,,a dream come true 

>yn1975fan2 ikr they’re so cute!!!

yn1975fan3 the way yn knows all the words to the sound and sung it flawlessly on the live…iconic behaviour

ynfan1 did anyone see when yn was asked if she heard what Matty said on stage and she was like ‘of course! he tells me like every day’ i ship them so hard!!

>ynfan2 literally!!! And she got all smiley and giggly after too!!

yninstagram tfw u hit ur face on the headboard see u tn o2 xxx

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pollymoney you scare me babes

>yninstagram dw abt it babes

ynfan1 omg are you okay????

>yninstagram yeah honey just a minor nosebleed xxx

ynfan2 how did you hit your face on the headboard??

>yninstagram got a lil too crazy ig 🤪

trumanblack nice ;)

>1975fan1 mATTY SKJHGSDKUYDOS

ynupdates yn tonight in London!!

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ynfan1 she seemed so happy tonight!!

>ynfan2 ikr!! She was so smiley for the whole set!!!

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1975updates tonight in Glasgow, yn joined the band on stage to sing Jesus Christ 2005 God Bless America!! It’s the first time since the song was released that it has been performed live!

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yn1975fan1 did yall see how cute yn and matty were????

>yn1975fan2 when they hugged at the end of the song and he kissed her head?? I DIED

1975fan1 just about sobbed when they sang this

yn1975fan3 ok but between how cute yn and matty were on stage and their ig posts on tour does anyone get the vibeeee

>ynfan1 i ship them so hard

yninstagram mon bonheur xxx

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trumanblack xxx

yn1975fan1 sHUTUP I CANT BREATHEEEEE

yn1975fan2 OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!

1975fan1 welp,,,time to jump in front of a bus

yn1975fan3 idk who I’m more jealous of

yn1975fan4 my PARENTS <;33

[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 14 Premium Story

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… How much time has passed?

The man stopped breathing and laid in the sea of blood. The dagger fell from Liam’s grip, rolling onto the ground.

Liam slowly turned around, and his eyes met mine, widened and shaking—

Liam: I…

Kate: …

Colour slowly returned to his rose coloured eyes that reflected the reality in front of him.

He looked around like a lost child, his lips trembling.

Liam: … Ahh.

Liam: … Gahh, I did it again…

Liam: I did something wrong again, didn't I…?

Alfons said that even if Liam didn't kill the man, he’d be killed anyway.

Liam probably knew that, but that wouldn't stop him from blaming himself.

It was definitely because he did the killing while having an episode.

(I have to say something, fast. Something that can make Liam feel more at ease.)

(However…)

The smell of blood and the scene I had just witnessed left me unable to say a word.

Liam stared at me with a troubled look and mumbled in a hoarse voice.

Liam: … Always…

Kate: …?

Liam: … I’m always… trying to be good at everything I do.

Liam: I’m not aiming to be liked by others. I… don’t want to hurt others either. I just want to avoid bringing them displeasure.

Liam: That’s all I want…

Liam: And yet I always… hurt people by mistake.

Liam: …

Liam: … Hey, Kate.

Liam: As I spent time by your side, I’ve always known that there would be a day this would happen.

I recalled the night we were stargazing.

== Flashback Start ==

Kate: The stars are beautiful tonight, so tomorrow's weather will definitely be clear… I’m looking forward to spending time with you tomorrow.

Liam: Tomorrow…

Liam: I’m part of your tomorrow too…?

Kate: Of course. I’m your personal fairytale writer, Liam.

Liam: … I see. In that case, I’ll do my best tomorrow so you won't dislike me.

== Flashback End ==

Liam was laughing when he said “I’ll do my best tomorrow so you won’t dislike me.”

At that time, I laughed it off because I didn't think much about those words.

(What were you thinking about when you laughed back then?)

(Have you been fearing the arrival of this day ever since then?)

Liam looked into my eyes and smiled.

Liam: I said that I’ll shine as the main character of your story…

Liam: I’m sorry for scaring you… Kate.

(Why?)

(Why do you still care about me when you’re the one who’s hurting the most?)

Feeling as if I crawled to the surface from the bottom of the ocean, I finally managed to force some words out of my mouth.

Kate: I don’t care about myself. Because right now, the one I’m worried about most is you, who’s hurting—

Liam: … Me?

Liam: Why are you making this about me?

Kate: Huh…?

Liam: You being scared by something I did is a way, way bigger problem.

(Why?)

(I’m worried about you.)

I kept staring at Liam, tons of “why” questions piling up in my head, and our words just never seemed to get through each other.

But I still refused to give up on reaching out to Liam, the man standing there looking like he had given up.

I desperately reiterated myself.

Kate: You make it sound as if our relationship has been broken by this mistake…

Kate: Nothing is broken between us. I don't think anything is.

Kate: I was shocked, yes. But I’m not scared of you, Liam.

Kate: And I most definitely don't hate you.

Kate: Therefore…

I reached out to hold his bloodied hands, but—

Liam flinched and refused to let me touch his hand.

Kate: … Why?

Liam: … I don't want to.

Kate: … What.

Liam: I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to…

(You don’t want to…?)

His straightforward refusal felt like a knife stabbing into my heart.

But what I heard the next moment made my eyes widen.

Liam: … You’ll get dirty…

My hands and face already had blood on them.

Kate: That’s alright. … Look, I’m already dirty, so you don't have to worry about that—

Liam: That's not it. That's not… that's not what I meant.

Liam: That's not what I meant.

Kate: … It's not?

Liam looked into my eyes and smiled, even though he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Liam: Being with someone like me will dirty your heart…

Liam: Misery and filthy things will dye your heart black…

(W-What…)

Those unexpected words struck me right in the heart.

Liam: I really wanted to keep a distance from you and only give you enjoyable things.

Liam: I thought that if it's just for the one month you’re working as a fairytale writer, I can do that well.

Liam: But I… I had a lot of fun being with you, and it made me so happy…

Liam: So I ended up getting too close to you and hurting you…

(That's not true.)

Kate: I’m choosing to be with you by my own will.

(Are you saying that we weren't spending time together because WE wanted to…?)

I thought that interpersonal relationships were built on each party’s desire to spend time together.

And yet, regardless of whether something is his fault, Liam always puts the blame on himself.

Like a child afraid of being scolded.

Even though we were facing each other and looking into each other's eyes, somehow Liam seemed to be afraid of “something” that wasn't physically there.

Liam: … That’s why… I have to leave you… before you get dirtied.

Judging by his smile that looked as fickle as the stars at dawn, I knew what Liam was going to do.

(... He wants to disappear using his ability.)

Kate: Please don’t go, Liam.

Liam: … I’m sorry.

Kate: Please stay with me. You don't need to tell me anything you don't want to. Let’s just have a talk.

(We have lots and lots of things to talk about.)

I tried reaching out to grab Liam’s arm… but it faded away, making me grab air.

Kate: Liam, Liam…?

(Where are you…?)

Liam: Sorry, Al. I’m… leaving Kate to you.

Kate: Liam…!

I kept calling out to him over and over again, but he was gone.

Liam vanished right before my eyes.

…

Keeping himself invisible, Liam ran out of the almshouse, away from Kate.

It was only when he reached a deserted alley, that he regained his form.

Liam: Ah— haha… I ruined something again.

Liam: I… I truly am… good for nothing…

He looked up at the night sky, biting his lip so hard that it drew blood.

It was a starless night.

Liam: …

Liam: Ah… in my next life—

Bleeding, forming pus, and festering… those permanent wounds made Liam’s heart ache.

And yet, not a single tear fell from those eyes.

He had long forgotten how to cry.

…

The only things that remained at the scene after Liam’s disappearance were the stench of blood and the intense sorrow in my heart overwhelming me.

(Liam never wanted to show me things that could scare or dirty me.)

(That’s why he disappeared, he felt guilty for letting me witness such things. That’s everything that happened tonight.)

However, besides that, there was “something else” in Liam’s heart.

(It’s the reason why he’s constantly blaming himself.)

I wouldn't know what it was without hearing it from him personally.

As I was drowning in my own feelings of helplessness, Alfons heaved a loud sigh as if saying “good grief!”.

Alfons: Once in a while…

Kate: …?

Alfons: Liam asks me to use my abilities on him.

Kate: … Your ability is to make people hallucinate, right?

Alfons: Yeah.

Alfons: “I can show you anything you want to see, whatever’s convenient for you.”

Alfons: When you make such an offer, you’ll realise that people more or less want the same thing.

Alfons: Most people will ask to see “self-centred” dreams…

Kate: By “self-centred”... do you mean dreams whereby they’re the main character?

Alfons’ thin lips lifted into a slight smile in agreement.

Alfons: In their dreams, some become billionaires, superstars, and even king.

Alfons: They dream of living in a world where they can possess all the wealth, power, and prestige.

Alfons: But Liam is different.

Alfons: He never lets himself make any appearances in his dreams.

Kate: … A dream without himself?

Alfons: Now, what sort of wish do you think he has…?

[doodlinge]

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