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[fllowered]

(230625) SHINee PERFORMING 'THE FEELING' @ SHINee WORLD VI [PERFECT ILLUMINATION].

[upsidedownmvnson]

tell me you love me | steve harrington

warnings: fluff (warning lol) friends to lovers, idiots to lovers,

a/n: i actually really loved this <3 i hope you do too

tell me you love me vol 2

Steve Harrington had already tried twice in his life to confess his love for you.

The first time, you two were in the tenth grade and you had just accepted stupid Jack Warren's invitation to prom, so Steve didn't bother. That was back when he was settling into popularity anyway, so he got over it pretty quickly. He was dating Cathy Bartlett the next week.

The second time, Robin had made him pinky promise not to date you. She had held him down, sat on his back and twisted his arm until he pinky swore that he wouldn't do anything to destroy the delicate ecosystem of the friend group. There was already one awkward ex-situation in there.

But Robin was right, you were not like the girls he normally dated. If things went wrong he wouldn't be able to just sweep it under the rug, it could have painful ramifications for all his friends. Although... he didn't actually think it would go that bad. Steve would find his mind wandering on the idea often. He pictured the two of you in the kitchen, side by side cooking dinner and talking about your day. When he thought of you, it felt like home. It felt like somewhere he could build a house and live forever.

If he could only get the words out, he'd realize how quickly you'd accept him. He'd realize he wasn't the only one of you that was stupid in love.

You had been in love with Steve since you could remember. But never once thought he'd shared your interest, not with all the girls around him all the time. The way he shines in their attention and basks in their praise, it's enough to make you sure he's happy with how it is. Or he probably wouldn't have told you all about his date with Debbie Dabbenthorn, right?

Tonight, you, Nancy and Robin were at a party. Something Steve desperately tried to make not happen. But he was working, so there was no one to stop you girls from coaxing each other into drink after drink, which you always did. The three of you always drank too much, and Steve always got stuck trying to coral you and Robin into his car.

At the party, Nancy was handing you another red cup filled to the brim, sloshing over the side and coating your fingers. You hadn't noticed.

"I love when we ditch the boys," Nancy said, smiling as she sipped out of her own solo cup. "It's so fun!"

"Same," Robin said, slinging her arm around Nancy's shoulers, making the two of them sway and laugh. They caught their balance and cheered drinks. "Hey, help me find the bathroom!"

It wasn't hard to find, but it was hard for all three of you to get there without knocking into each other, but it didn't matter. The three of you giggled the whole way, laughing too hard over barely anything. Enjoying the simple joy of being with your friends on a party.

The line for the bathroom was short, only a few people deep. Nancy was grilling Robin on her love life while Robin evaded every question with a vague answer, soon, she turned it onto you, focusing Nancy on the other singler girl in the group.

"Do you not think anyone is cute at least?" Nancy said, not quite believing you when you say you didn't have a crush on anyone at the moment. You shrugged, trying to avoid admitting that it was her ex boyfriend that really turned your head. Robin chuckled, and slid into the bathroom.

You started sipping your drink when Nancy asked, "Not even Steve?" and you nearly choked, but you coughed once and composed yourself. You stared at her, confused as to why she would bring him up.

"You don't have to say anything," she said, and you looked into your cup, noting that you'd need a replacement after this trip. "But it would be okay with me."

Robin opened the bathroom door again, reassembling the trio be throwing her arms around both of your shoulders. "New drinks!" she cheered, steering you all in the direction of the kitchen.

"Drink up," Nancy giggled, "and then let's dance!"

So that's what you did, you guys drank and danced and had a great time. Until Jonathan came to pick up Nancy. That's when you saw that it was after nine, so Steve should've been on the way to come collect you and Robin from your drunken outing. You told Robin again how nice it was for Steve to come get you.

"But c'mon, you love him right?" Robin asked, laughing at your shock.

"I do not love him," you argued, but you did. Robin shrugged, but didn't look convinced. "He just is beautiful, that's all."

"Nah," she said, brushing off the idea with a wave of her hand. "You just love him."

"Do not," you mumbled. But Robin already leaned the other way when Vicki walked up to talk to her. You leaned further into the couch, the ugly thing was very comfortable. Steve should be there any minute.

"Hey," Robin whispered, "Vicki invited me to go with her friends to the lake... Are you gunna be okay here? You're not too drunk are you? Because if you think you can't stay awake, I'll stay of course..."

"Robin, go! I'll be fine for like two minutes..." you slurred, you were pretty drunk but Steve really was going to be there any second.

"Okay!" she didn't have to be told twice before she was scrambling after Vicki in her love-drunk haze. Or maybe just regular drunk, but Robin was feeling giddy anyway.

Steve was running behind because he lost the address that Robin had given him. She'd just ripped off a corner of a piece of paper, and Steve had lost it at some point in his shift. When he finally found the place he was thirty minutes behind.

When he got inside you were curled up on the couch alone, snoozing while some couple made out next to you in the spot Robin had vacated. He smiled when he saw you, and took a knee next to you, trying to wake you up nicely. He stroked your cheek, and tucked some hair behind ear, making you stir softly in your slumber.

"Time to get up," Steve said, "Where's Robin?"

"Went with Vicki," you whispered, rubbing your eyes, smudging whatever makeup wasn't already ruined from the dancing.

"Well, how mean of her to leave you here all alone," he said, running his thumb along your cheek again. "Can't trust you guys alone now though, she did leave you to fall asleep at a house party. That's like really bad, I'm mad at her."

You made a soft noise in response, his stern voice was, not so stern. He smiled at you, and you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was. Leaning close to you, rubbing your cheek, hair falling perfectly on his forehead and you just wanted to reach up and brush it away like he did. But your hands were wedged under your head, and you were afraid that if you stirred even an inch, he would leave, and this moment would be over.

"Guess you'll just have to make sure you come with us next time," you whispered, eyes bloodshot and glossy from all the alcohol. He thought you were the most beautiful girl in the room. The party was still raging around him, and he easily could've found a place within the girls, but he was content in this moment with you. Your eyes started feeling heavy, and you couldn't stop them from constantly fluttering shut.

“C'mon let me help you up babe,” Steve said, aiding your drunk figure. The nickname made your stomach flip. You were dead weight, giggling as he took care of you and grabbed your things and still found the patience to be kind to you, musing like he was interested in all your drunk babble.

“You're just so pretty, Stevie, it's stupid,” you cooed, finding a place beside him with his arms around you for balance as he lead you, slowly, to his car.

"D-Don't say that stuff," Steve said, voice cracking at the beginning. You were drunk, and it was dark, but you still noticed the blush on Steve's cheeks, and you smiled.

He opened the door for you, and you commented, "so romantic," while holding your hand over your heart, and Steve's heart raced. He went around the trunk of his car to get another second of fresh air, if you saw him in the light you were sure to see the heat he felt in his neck and cheeks. You were flirting with him, and he couldn't contain his excitement every time you complimented him, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes.

The entire trip was like that. From the moment he was in the car you were just a loose cannon of compliments and praises. This combination of him sober and you drunk has never happened while alone before. Were you this flirty with him when he was drunk too?

The answer was yes. The real reason Nancy knew you really wanted Steve was because whenever you two are drunk and together you look like you're in love... because you are. Holding hands, head on shoulder, legs across laps, big bright smiles that made everyone think you were truly, madly, deeply in love. Everything that's just a little too friendly, but never crossing that silly little line that kept you both under the umbrella of just friends.

You were a delight in his passenger seat. He only wished you spoke like this when you were sober, because then maybe he'd know for sure you love him too.

"Hey Steve?" you asked, voice coming out as almost a purr in your sleepy state. Steve's heart melted. "Can I hold your hand?"

"Yeah," he answered, clearing his throat and moving his hand over to your lap, intertwining your fingers. Your hands were cold to the touch, but all you felt was the comforting warmth of him. You were both smiling, goofy grins to match the butterflies in your stomach. "You can hold my hand whenever you like."

You made another happy hum, but said nothing else. The ride was short. No words exchanged, just the quiet songs on the radio, turned low to let you drift off in the passenger seat.

When you got to his house, he parked the car, looking at you. He didn't want to wake you. And he didn't want to let go of your hand. Maybe he should just stay in the car all night.

Of course he didn't do that. Steve weaseled his way out of your grip, not bothering to hide how pleased he was that you whined at the loss of his touch. he helped you out of the car, encouraging you to climb on his back for "an express ride to the VIP bathroom," and he delivered, carrying you, all dead weight and giggling, to the bathroom where he left you to clean up. You put on the clothes he delivered, Plaid pajama pants and a big grey shirt. Well, you put the shirt on, the pajama pants were thrown into the tub, because you couldn't be forced to wear pants.

"Steeeeeve," you slurred, leaving the bathroom, giggling and bumping into the doorframe.

Steve was standing in the doorway to his room, wearing only blue plaid pj pants. His torso on glorious display, while he stood frozen at the sight of you. You stretched your arms over your head, and the shirt rose, exposing your panties to him. He nearly choked looking at you.

"Can I sleep in your room?" you asked, smiling at the effect you had on him. "Look how cute I am," you said, turning around and lifting the shirt while bending over slightly, giving him a perfect view of your ass, with the panties laying deliciously over your cheeks.

"Jesus," he muttered, unable to look away but trying to force himself to. He shouldn't be sneaking a peak while you were this drunk, but in his defence you were the one showing him. "Come to bed, just put your shirt down."

"It's your shirt," you teased, obeying him anyway. You danced behind him into the room, and crawled into bed. It smelled so good, it smelled like him. You could've stayed by Steve's side under these blankets forever.

You lay facing Steve, in his overly big, overly comfortable bed, too tired and drunk to keep your eyes open, but you still try. Steve smiles at your determination to stay awake, he watches your eyes blink quickly, trying to shake the sleep away.

You want to reach over and intertwine your hands, you don’t. He wants to reach out and brush the hair off your forehead and behind your ear, he doesn’t.

“Are we in love, Steve?”

The sharpness of your question cuts him, wounding him in a way he didn’t know was possible. He wanted to speak, but there were no words. No charismatic come back, and no way to avoid the lingering question in the air. Steve holds his tears back. He really did love you.

When your eyes peak open, he’s nodding. His eyes filled with tears that he refuses to let you see, but you see. "Yeah, I think so."

“Why is it so sad?”

“Because we're best friends," he said, "and I can't lose you."

"Tell me you love me," you whispered, silly mood replaced with a tight feeling in your throat, like you were going to cry. But you held it back.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

He wanted to cry. He wanted to kiss you. But instead, he just sighed, and found your hand under the sheets, and held it tightly. He was frozen. This was his dream come true, so why did it feel like a nightmare? Like you were right there, but he couldn't have you. Like he was doomed to stay in love with you, and never actually get to be with you.

“I will still love you in the morning whether I say it or not, Stevie.” Your eyes finally started winning the battle, and they stayed closed more than they stayed open, too heavy too fight.

"I know babe," he said, watching as you breathing changed and your eyes didn't open again. "I will too."

[taurusdesign]

Elsa Kids Room (Availible for Everyone!)

Hello! I was finally able to complete my new set before The Sims 5 came out. I thought I should publish it now before you swear at me. Just kidding. Thank you again and again for your understanding, support and beautiful messages. I love you guys so much. <3

Our set, as the name suggests, is about children. Actually, I don't play with kids in The Sims. (I don't even play in real life. I mean, I like kids, but sometimes they can be very noisy.) But if I want to make a room for children, I want it to be like this. Simple and stylish. It's more simple actually. Our set contains a total of 45 items. Apart from my own creations, I cloned Maxis's books from the game and included them in the set. But I will share it openly in the next post after that. Because I didn't make them, I just converted. Anyways. If we count them, there are 59 items.

The highlight of the set is the bunk beds. Bunk beds came late to The Sims 4, but it was also very nice when they arrived. It's really cool to place other items under the bunk bed. I've also designed suitable items for this. There are items such as seating groups, desk, dreseer / bookcase that you can use with bunk beds. And you can also hang curtains on the bunks if you want. (I didn't use the curtain slot type this time :)

When placing the bunk beds, you need to place the base part according to which side the ladder is on in the bedding part. It also works if you don't place it, but your sim will look strange when climbing a non-ladder side.

The List Of Furnitures

Decorative Abacus

Decorative Box

Bunk Bed Base (Left, Right and Twin Ladders)

Bunk Bed Bedding

Bunkbed Chair (Seating and the Base)

Bunk Bed Curtains (Left and Right) - They are snapped right side automatically.

Bunkbed Desk

Bunkbed Dresser (Actually, it's a bookcase, but I gave it a dresser function because we can't place a bookcase under the bunk bed.)

Bunk Bed Loveseat (Seating and the Base)

Cabinets (9 pieces)

Decorative Calculator

Ceiling Light (Here's the thing about this. Normally, when making a lamp, we need to make a painting to spread light on the item. Since I couldn't spread the light as I wanted, I used the lights I used in my previous sets. If you place the lamp at the same angle where you placed it, it looks beautiful. Actually, it's not very important.)

Corkboards (These can also be snap to desk)

Desk

Desk Lamp

Dresser

Decorative Homework

Mr. Bloomy the Shining Bear

Nightstand (It looks like toilet)

2 Computers. (These two are the same, in fact, only one of them is compatible with the desk for the bunk bed.)

Decorative Pen Holder

Decorative Post-It.

Shelf

Single Bed Base and Bedding

Toy Box

Wall Mirror

I also added brass-gold swatch to the items on request. But I'm sharing it as a recolor because I added it later. If you want extra swatches, you should download the file called "TaurusDesign_Elsa_KidsRoom_BrassSwatch.package". These appear as two objects in the game, and the brass option is the one with the gold-plated taurus logo.

You can find everything by typing Elsa Kids Room.

By the way, if you have canceled your pledge and you can't see the set in the new month, please write to me. Again, thank you so much for everything. I'm going to sleep because I haven't slept in two days.

I hope you like it.

Love you guys 💖💖

Public Release: December 21st, 2022

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[starryknight-tarot]

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮

pile 1 -- > pile 2 pile 3 -- > pile 4

my masterlist<3 . paid readings

Hello beautiful souls✨ Today we will be looking into what you will love about your future spouse! I know this is really late but I have been a busy bee recently and trying to set up paid personal readings for yall. Remember to meditate, take a deep breath and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. The artist for pictures is @tnk_gr on instagram.

Pile 1

Cards: Ten of Swords, Strength, The Tower, Eight of Swords rx, Two of Wands, Fours of Wands, Eight of Pentacles, Ten of Cups Back of the Deck: Knight of Wands

Pile 1, you will love your fs's vunerablity. You may have been surrounded by a lot of people that don't like to express themselves and share their emotions. These people have even encouraged you to be emotionally closed off as well. But your fs is the complete opposite. A very emotional individual, they know they can rely on you when they are struggling and it will be refreshing to see someone be so open and honest about how they are feeling. I am getting that for some of you, you may originally be uncomfortable about how they express themselves because you were taught to hold back your feelings and keep them locked up. But your fs will teach you that it is healthy and normal to express your feelings when you are having a hard time, and to share your feelings and opinions. You will see your fs as a strong and brave person for being able to express themselves the way they do since it can be really hard to admit when you are struggling. I see this connection as a very healing and healthy connection. Your fs is like a beaming beautiful light in the darkness for you Pile 1. I am getting that they will have a shining smile and a very contagious energy. You will love how your fs will encourage you to do things you never thought you could do. The things that used to scare and intimidate you suddenly don't feel so scary when they are around. Scared of rocking climbing? When your fs is cheering you on like your own personal cheerleader, you feel like you can achieve anything. But I don't feel like this courage will be only when they are around. They just help you realize that you are strong, powerful, and can do anything you put your mind to. Ugh so cute Pile 1. I am also hearing that they won't push you to do anything you aren't comfortable with and will take their time with you when you may not be ready to tackle certain things. Overall Pile 1, you will love how fun and silly and encouraging your fs is. I also feel like they will give the best hugs and will know just how to seduce you. Last tiny note spirit left with me is that you may love their fat wallet LMAO (also heard some 18+ messages but it ain't that kind of reading (,,>﹏<,,)

Advice Cards:

A change in attitude towards the greater good could be beneficial Your guides and teachers are telling you that they hear you and are helping You are wiser than you think You are greater than your story Learn through reversals. Hold the opposing viewpoint for insight Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspect of your life

Channeled Songs:

Pile 2 Cards: The World, Ten of Wands, Five of Wands, The Magician, King of Swords rx, Three of Cups, Four of Wands, Queen of Pentacles Back of the Deck: Knight of Wands

Ngl I am getting that some of yall are thinking of your celebrity crush when you read these tarot readings and I ain't gonna confirm or deny that your fs is your celebrity crush, but I am saying it ain't unlikely with this pile. Of course this is only for a very small amount of you, but I felt it strong enough to mention. If not a literal celebrity, your fs feels like a celebrity to you. They may be really popular or have a lot of friends. I heard frat boy but that isn't for everyone. For you Pile 2, I feel like you will love how your fs treats you. I feel like your fs will act a certain way around other people and try to be chill and cool but as soon they see you they just melt and just act like a lost puppy. You bring out a side of them that not a lot of people get to see and you love that. I also feel like your fs will do big gestures for you like a big bouquet of your favorite flowers or write you love songs. It's giving Jackson from Sex Education vibes, especially when he asked out Maeve (sorry if you haven't watched it). Spirit keeps telling that they are really attractive and that you will find them very attractive. I am hearing some of yall will wanna draw them. I feel like yall will have a really close connection, you will probably be really good friends before dating, maybe even childhood friends. You will love the hard work and enthusiasm they put into the things they are passionate about. Your fs may be really artistic and talented, they have a lot of potential to achieve great things. I am also hearing that they are really compassionate and caring, especially about the people around them. They wanna make a difference in the world and help people that need help and help deal with problems that we have struggled. They really care about the Earth, they may even own a few plants and take care of the regularly. They are very ambitious and thoughtful and you absolutely swoon over it. But I also feel like they are just a really charming person, it's almost hard not to love them.

Advice Cards:

Ask and you shall receive Act on what you know It's time to try something new! Give yourself your own approval Be alert for your opportunity Keep the faith. Stay intentioned. Your perseverance will pay off

Channeled Songs:

(specifically at 2:47 lol)

Pile 3 Cards: Page of Cups, Eight of Wands rx, Judgement rx, The Star, Three of Swords rx, The Sun, Ten of Wands, Knight of Cups Back of the Deck: Ten of Swords

Pile 3, for your fs, I am hearing that you will be in love with their whole personality overall. In your eyes, they are just such a beautiful individual, someone that shines brighter than the Sun and radiates the energy of the most beautiful star in the solar system. You can tell how important your relationship will be for them and they are just the most loyal puppy. They are the kind of partner you make videos of, showing how you know they won't ever cheat on you. I really think you are the only person on your fs's mind, running around rent free and they never try to hide it. Your fs gives off such cute introvert vibes, like you wanna squish their cheeks cute. They seem really shy and quiet but I feel like you may wanna take them places, I am seeing specifically clubs or just places with bright colors. But I feel like your fs will let themselves go and feel free around you. They may be a little squishy in the face or just a very squishy person lol. You will also really love their body, spirit keeps showing me flashs of someone's body, specially their arms. They seem very muscular and veiny. I am getting such gentle giant energy from your fs. I keep seeing Superman from the show My Adventures with Superman. You might also really like their chest, they may have a big chest area. The conversations you and your fs will have are gonna flow so well, like you've never met someone that has connected with you on this level. You will have a lot in common. I feel like you have interests that you think a lot of people will judge you for but your fs will never judge your interests and always show so much interest in the things you wanna say. You may be a talker and I feel like they are a listener, always wanted to hear what's happening next in your life. You will love how they take the time to get to know you, they don't wanna rush things with you, they just want things to move at their own pace and let your relationship flow naturally. I am also getting you will love how close they are with your family and friends, everyone loves them and loves you guys together. (my goodness I also got 18+ message for this pile but it ain't that kinda reading (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) )

Advice Cards:

You are divinely protected. Remind yourself how safe you are It's time to challenge old beliefs Keep the faith. Stay intentioned. Your perseverance will pay off Seek to understand from a place of connection rather than separation You are intuitively gifted. Trust your guidance Your child self needs your attention

Channeled Songs:

Pile 4 Cards: Ten of Swords rx, Ten of Pentacles, Five of Cups, The Chariot, Seven of Pentacles, Seven of Pentacles rx, The Devil rx, Knight of Pentacles Back of the Deck: The Moon

Honestly Pile 4, I feel like you are the type of person to prefer someone "bad" over someone who is "good" cause you want adventure or something, and then get your heart broken by a real bad boy/girl. Well I feel like your fs will actually fulfill your bad boy/girl craving without breaking your heart. Like your fs is like your exact type but almost even better cause you realize they are better for you then what you usually like. Your fs is giving strong Alhaitham from Genshin Impact vibes. They are really smart and studious. You will really like how their brain works and how they seem to know everything, like they could talk about things you don't understand all day and you would still find it the most interesting thing ever. This connection is giving such Y/N in a fan fiction vibes my goodness. They are also probably pretty well off or make really good money and they like to gift you expensive things. Your fs seems really mysterious but I feel like they are caring in their own way. Like one day you think they are upset but they were actually just feeling shy that day or worried that you saw their their plans for a date. Which leads me to my next point which is that I feel like you will love how your fs shows their love for you. I don't think they will express themselves very much but they will surprise you with the cutest little date ever or get you something you were talking about to show that they listen. Like, I keep seeing the cutest picnic in the most aesthetically beautiful place and it's all so cute and you just melt like knees are BUCKLED. I also feel like they will have the CUTEST flustered face that only you ever see and have that effect on them. They are a secret simp and you eat it up. Your fs is also an amazing cook, they make the most delicious food you have ever seen and it tastes even better. Your fs is someone you can see yourself growing old with, starting a beautiful family, and settling down somewhere quiet. I heard "I feel like anything is possible with you by my side.". You guys will compliment each other really well and I am honestly living for this connection. You have strong sun and moon vibes. I see yall bickering playful but it's never in a mean way, your words are always filled with pure love.

Advice Cards:

No better time exists than right now Relax and feel good. You deserve more joy! It is important to ask for help Complete the project or task. Something is calling for closure You need to make the first move Give up resistance in your current situation Awareness opens a field of possibility in your life

Channeled Songs:

Thanks for tuning in₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

I also wanna thank yall so much for the messages you leave on my readings. I tear up all the time from the things yall write. It means so much that these messages reach you well and resonate with you! I hope this reading resonates well with you!

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[lazypanartist]

Hobie Brown x Artistic/DIY Reader

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3

Warnings: maybe spoilers for ATSV, IDK. Reader's in the punk scene and from Hobie's universe. Whole lotta projection.

Features personal Hobie HCs I guess. It's just self indulgent. Also! Roommate Gwen?

Please RB, likes alone don't do anything for the algorithm!

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"Who's she?"

You barely whisper the question to your boyfriend, peeking past the dividing wall between kitchen and living room. He glanced up from whatever he's cooking - eggs, probably - to look at the girl flopped across your couch.

"Oh. That's Gwen. Spider-Woman from another universe - she needed somewhere to crash, so I offered her our couch."

Our. The word still made you fuzzy inside, even after he dragged his stuff into your life a month prior.

Even with the warm and fuzzies, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was a bit.. off.

"The new recruit you took a shine to."

He hummed a quiet affirmation, his eyes meeting yours after a second.

"There's nothing going on, I promise."

"You don't have to promise." He wouldn't do anything stupid, that much you knew for sure. Still.. "You don't normally trust people so fast. Not enough to bring them here."

He turned back to you, handing you a plate with a pancake and silently gesturing for a clean plate. "She's.. cool. I dunno. Not like the rest of the people in the Spider Society. Reminds me more of you, actually."

You blinked.

"Home life trash, emancipated at fifteen, got a lot of stupid jobs to stay afloat and support an artisan hobby?"

He chuckled, bumping your hand gently with his own as he takes the plates - plural - from your hand. "Not quite. Her old man tried arresting her." You suck in a breath, and he nodded. "Thinks she killed a family friend. That's why she joined up - the dad, not the friend."

He fans the plates slightly. "Two?"

You shrug, head tilting towards the couch. "Well. She probably needs to eat when she wakes up."

He smiles, and you can't help but return the gesture.

"She's already wearing off on you."

"Yeah, well, I've only heard good allegations."

You lean forward to land a peck on his lips before opening the fridge, and you hear a huff when you turn from him.

"I hope she can help with groceries or something."

He laughs full heartedly at your grumble this time. You feel him approaching before he's actually touching you, his chest - finally healed - pressing gently against your back as he helps you search for pancake toppings.

You lean back into him before grabbing a container of fruit, and he helps you pull away and shut the door before he's back at the stove, flipping the next cake over.

"Well. She might be able to help at the next show."

You nod, grabbing a spoon and scooping some of the fruit onto your pancake.

"The one with the sale?"

He nods with a quiet hum. "She might have patch ideas or something."

You look her over from the distance, her vest catching your eye.

"Yeah.. she has good style."

You can almost feel him look past you before he's laughing, eyes catching the same piece you had been looking at.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.. if she's stealing my stuff, she's gotta."

You can't help but laugh with him again, looking at your new guest-slash-apparent roommate.

"You steal my stuff all the time."

You nod gently, smiling. "Yeah.. she'll fit right in."

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Part 4

[gardens-light]

On The Run

After discovering Optimus Prime in your family barn, normality seemed to briefly throw itself out of the window.

The leader of the Autobots couldn't be anymore in your debt. For as you spend every waking moment putting him back together- repairing and replacing parts of him to the best of your skill.

Admittedly, he almost gave up on humanity. As time seemed to prove itself that they would always look after their own, and protect what's theirs- no matter the cost. Betrayal unleashed it's ugly face to him multiple times, slapping him with the reality that Earth may not be safe for him and his Autobots anymore.

Yet here you stand before him. A warm smile with an aura of glittering hope, burning away his darkness of doubt. It was as though the Universe itself spoke through you, giving Optimus a warmth he thought was forgotten long ago. But he cannot help wander... how far could his trust in you really go...?

Content: Mild coarse language. Events takes place in Transformers- Age of Extinction. (Minor spoilers.) Mention of weaponry. Reader insert.

Word count- 2,800k

Sparkmate Series: Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (End)

"Don't move like that."

Your hands pressed against Optimus' chest plate as you stood upon the scaffolding.

"The welds are still fresh. Transforming back into your truck form could ruin them- it would be like undoing stitches on a wound."

His Spark burst like small firecrackers as your delicate fingers brushed across his chassis. Jolts of electricity rush through his wires, as your touch run up towards his neck. Heat swept through his metal plates, as you reached up towards his cheek.

"You still need to heal, Big Guy. You of all people should know these things takes time..."

Optimus' optics snapped open. Your touch still lingering upon his chest plate like a ghostly inferred sensation. The memory of the previous hours of the day, playing on repeat within his processors. The haze of sleepiness soon rubbed off, his surroundings becoming faminular again.

His optics scanned the barn, the nocturnal wildlife outside disturbed the still night air. Your small whimpers of your voice caught his attention, Optimus' spark gave a warming glow as he looked down at you.

Engine grease staining your hands, as you curled up upon an old couch. Sleeping peacefully on your side, resting your head in the crook of your elbow.

Optimus' servo touched his lower abdomen, his digits feeling a fresh weld stretching up his side. A gentle sigh left him.

She must of pulled another all nighter.

Grabbing a blanket with his free servo, Optimus carefully draped it along your body. Allowing the tip of his index finger to trace your curves.

His Spark hummed, filling his chest with gentle warmth. Optimus quickly pulled away from you, placing his servo over his Spark.

No. Closing his optics, a heavy sigh left his mouth. Shaking his helm before the thought could permanently fixed itself to his processors. Nothing like that exists. It's just a romanticide idea...

---

"Y/N!" Tessa's voice shouted from the porch.

Stopping mid-weld upon Optimus' side. Gently tapping on the metal sheet, signaling for the Autobot to hold it in place while you pulled down your goggles around your neck.

"I don't like the tone of her voice..." you looked up at Optimus. He saw the worry shining in your eyes. "Hold that tightly, it's only half welded. Hide in there."

His optics followed your pointed finger, "go underneath the floorboards. It might be cramped for you, but it keep you be safe. Don't come out till I say."

Quickly leaving the barn and closing the door behind you. Swallowing down your nerves, as the sight of multiple black cars parked all across the gravel driveway and front lawn. Followed by your dad's truck.

"Oh no..."

A helicopter hovered a few meters away from the house. Disturbing the still air. As soon as the black vehicles parked, multiple heavy armoured individuals got out and scouted the farm.

A man wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses approached you, as your dad came to your side.

"Sweetie..?"

"I donno, Dad-"

"Mr Cade Yeager, my name is James Savoy. I'm a federal agent." Savoy took a look around the property. "My men and I are trying to track down an abandoned truck."

You watched one of the men walk past Tessa. Her eyes staring something in her hands, her fingers playing with the object. You saw her adjusting her breath to a calm rhythm, before looking up in your direction.

"It's a nice spread you've got here." Your attention turned back to Savoy. "Too bad she's up for sale."

"Thanks, and she's not." Cade boldly spoke. "And do you mean that truck?" he pointed to an vintage ute covered in rust, the grass and flowers started to reclaim it for many years now.

"Afraid not... y'know Mr Yeager. We received a call from someone whom is concerned about this truck. That wasn't you?"

You briefly glanced daggers to Tessa's direction. She quickly shook her head rapidly, using her index finger to draw a cross over her heart.

"The only thing I'm concerned about is you being on my property without permission."

Savoy scoffed at your dad's words.

"You know, there's a rule about people messing with people from Texas-"

"And we don't know what truck you're talking about."

Savoy took a step towards you, taking off his sunglasses allowing his narrowed stare to burn into your eyes. "The kind that cost American lives!... Ma'am..."

Savoy studied your firm expression before turning back to his men, "search the property!"

"What? What you mean 'search the property'? You don't have a warrant!" Cade protested.

Savoy glared at him, stepping into Cade's personal space. "My face is my warrant"

You swallowed nervously, trying to keep steady shallow breaths as you watched the men move throughout the farm. Roaming into the house and approaching the barn. Voices scratched over their radios, as the buzz of drones flew above.

Cade turned and looked at you, "what is going on Y/N?-"

"I don't know, Dad..."

His brown eyes studied you, "you sure?... I'm happy to vouch for you but I need to know what it is."

You hesitated before speaking, " I. Don't. Know..."

---

"The fuck is all this junk?"

"A hoarder's yard. That's what."

Optimus looked up at the floorboards, hearing voices and footsteps of the agents entering the barn. Trying to lower himself further down in the cramped floor space, his face wincing in pain as the half welded sheet dug into his thighs. Automatically covering it up with his servo.

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

A groan escaped from an agent's lips. His footsteps retreating back to the barn doors, "there's no signs. We've got nothing."

Optimus rested his helm against the dirt wall.

"Sir! We have a live armed missile in the trash!"

The Autobot's wide optics quickly glanced up back up.

Oh no... Y/N!!

---

"Shit..." you hissed under your breath. Feeling Cade's questioning daggers immediately turning your way.

"I-I thought it was a dud." You lowly admitted. Hands clenched into fists.

Savoy's glaze switched between you and Cade.

"Look! Okay, yes. Yes, I found a truck. All right!" you admitted.

Tessa kept shaking her head. Cade leaned towards you, muttering your name.

"I towed it back for the parts, and left it here on the driveway last night. This morning it was gone." You gazed at Savoy. "When? Where? I don't know- I swear to God. That's as much as I know about him!"

You tried to approach Tessa. Eyes staring at the ground, Cade's voice shouted questions at you as he followed. But Savoy grabbed your arm.

"Ma'am-"

"What?-"

"You just said 'him'." Savoy smiled as your terrified expression told him everything. "Take them down!"

Your heart jumped into your throat. Fear running up your spine, as the agents forcefully grabbed Cade and Tessa, throwing them down against the grass.

"They don't know about the truck!" you protested. "I know! I know about it! Please, let them go!"

Savoy grabbed your jaw, forcefully making you look at him. "What kind of woman betrays her flesh-and-blood brethren, for some alien metal?"

"He's more human than you ever be!"

He groaned, wiping your spit away from his face. Savoy's fist made contact with your face, two agents restrained you by the arms holding you up. As Savoy grabbed your jaw again.

Clicking his fingers, the agents restraining Cade and Tessa pulled out their weapons. Clocking the gun and removing the safety.

"You'd kill my family?!-"

"If I have to. You've got ten seconds to tell me where the truck is."

Cade fought against the agent whom knelt against his back. "Don't you fucking dare touch my daughters! Hurt them and I'll kill you!"

Tears ran down Tessa's face as she yelled out for you and Cade. The sound of a gunshot made you flinch.

"Next one will go through your father's head." Savoy warned. "Now, the truck-"

"I've told you everything I know!" you protested. "He was here, and now he's gone! That's all I swear!"

---

"I'm telling you the truth!" your voice cried. Hearing the pain in your tone made Optimus' Spark weep. "He's not here! I swear! He's not here!"

"Tell your men to back off! Don't you dare fucking shoot my daughters!"

"Y/N! Y/N! Please!"

The cries from you and your family wurld around Optimus' head. Hearing Savoy countdown from ten, as he continued yelling his demands at you.

Optimus withdraw his cannon from his back plates. Clocking it, allowing the weapon to light up and wurl. Allowing his face guard to untuck from his faceplate and cover his mouth.

Let's roll!

Erupting from underground, Optimus opened fire at his enemies. Blowing them out of the way, and reducing the barn to splinters.

"Here I am!" his machical voice roared, standing at his full height. Allowing all to see him.

His Spark pulsating fast as his optics laid on you. Rage filled him as he changed the output of his cannon, firing non-lethal EMP's in your direction.

"Stay away from her!"

You knelt to the ground, using your arms to shield you from the blast as the agents flew away from you. Tessa and Cade quickly rushed to your side.

"What the fuck is going on?" Cade yelled over the comotion.

"Run Y/N!" you looked up at Optimus as his cannon returned to deadly rounds. "They're going to kill you! Get out of here!"

Heeding the Autobot's warning, grabbing your sister and dad by their hands. Running towards the wheatfield on the left of the farm. Two missiles came from above. Turning your once family home into nothing but rubble.

Without warning the sound of a car engine roared in the air, quickly stopping at the bottom of the wheatfield. As a white Hatchback raced down the hill, and came skidding to a halt before the three of you.

The passenger door flew open. "Hurry! Get in the car!" the male driver yelled.

"Daddy! Y/N! Get in the car!" Tessa shouted. Shoving your dad into the front passenger seat, and trying to pull you into the back with her.

"What about Optimus? We can't just leave him!-"

"Stop protesting, Y/N! And get in the car!"

"Perimeter! Optimus moving your way!" Savoy yelled into the receiver of his radio.

Optimus looked ahead. Breathing a little easier, once his scanners assured him you were at a safe distance. Seeing the Hatchback race down the road, a low groan escaped Optimus' mouth as he crouched down. Forcing his metal plates to shift, loud churning noises rumbled throughout his mechanical body, as he transformed back into a truck.

You and Tessa clung onto the roll cage for dear life, as the hatchback raced down the open fields.

"What's happening, baby? Who are these guys?" the male driver asked Tessa, looking at her reflection through the rearview mirror.

"It's the truck!" she yelled over the engine. "They want my sister's truck!-"

"Truck?! What truck?!" Cade looked at you over his shoulder. He turned to Tess, "who are 'they'?" his attention fell back onto the male driver. "Who are you? And who the hell are you calling, 'baby?'-"

Tessa and the driver paused.

"I know you heard me!-"

"He's Tessa's boyfriend!" you cried out.

Cade's eyes widened, "what?-"

"His name is Shane! I saw him leaving Tessa's room in his underwear!"

"What?!-"

Tessa punched your arm, "well Y/N brought home a Transformer!"

You punched her back. "If you're going to tell a secret. At least get it right! Optimus was already in the barn!"

"At least I tried to keep your secret!-"

"If we survive this. You two girls have a lot of explaining to do!" Cade shouted.

You and Tessa slouched back in the rear seats.

Shane bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "Mr Yeager, this was not how I wanted us to meet ok?-"

"Introduction later!" Cade yelled. "Just shut up and drive the car!"

Two black cars appeared in Shane's rearview mirror. Putting the accelerator closer to the ground, the Hatchback raced through the neighboring paddocks.

"I'm going to try and lose them in the cornfield!" Shane spoke over the roaring engine, as he took a sharp right turn. Driving down a dirt road, kicking up dust and dirt behind him.

A scream left your mouth, as your wide-eyed gaze saw one of the black cars quickly emerging from the tall corn. "Watch out!-"

"Brace for impact!"

Heeding Shane's warning, you and Tessa grabbed hold of the handles above the passenger door. Reaching out for one another, as the car t-boned into the side of Shane.

Screams filled the car, as everyone tried to shield their eyes from the rain of glass. Forcing the Hatchback off the dirt track and into the tall field, Shane kept surprising control of the car. The vehicle swerved in and out of trees.

The speed chase continued onto the main road. Shane weaved in and out of oncoming traffic, effortlessly changing lanes and avoiding pedestrians. Other drivers bleeped their horns and flashed their headlights.

Tessa scrunched up her face, as the sound of crashing cars piled up behind as Shane drove through red lights. And sped through traffic.

Your heart beat hard against your ribcage. Anxiety and adrenaline raced through your veins. Closing your eyes and placing a hand over your stomach as Shane drifted around a corner.

"Great! Now they're firing at us!" Tessa said as bullets ricocheted off the Hatchback.

You and her quickly braced yourselves against the driver and front passenger seat.

"Man! I don't know how I'm driving so good!" Shane exclaimed with a smile. "It's like, today I've gone to a whole other level-"

"Road! Focus!" Cade shouted.

"Shane! Look out!" he drifted around another corner as Tessa's warning came to him.

Your stomach turned into a sickening knot, "I honestly don't know how long I can hold myself together-"

"Y/N! If you throw up on my jeans. I will never forgive you!"

You looked up at Tessa, giving her questioning eyes. "That's your concern right now?!-"

"Hang on!" Shane momentarily stopped the car. Skidding to the side, before putting his foot down on the pedal again and crashing through an empty cafe.

Exiting through the back alley and down an old, forgotten road.

"Lose them through the factory, Shane!"

"You got it, Babe!"

Racing around the empty car park of an abandoned factory. Swerving around corners and driving through large gaps in the building.

"I thought you knew how to drive this thing!" you shouted, as it appeared nothing Shane did was working in losing the tail chasers.

Optimus' Spark raced through his wires, as he drifted and turned through the factory. His scanners having a hard time keeping track of the little Hatchback. Metal plates shifted and groaned as he unleashed his full height, jumping from roof to roof of the factory in an attempt to keep up with you.

You quickly looked out the back window, as Optimus' voice called out for you. Your eyes widening as he rolled in the way of the black cars, causing them to slam into him and setting alight upon collision.

"Take them upstairs!" Tessa pointed from the backseat.

"We're gonna lose them on the fifth floor!" Shane agreed.

The knot in your stomach tightened as the Hatchback entered a multi-story car park. Your skin turned pale, bracing yourself against the back of your dad's seat, as the car drifted around corners and moved up the levels.

"Do that thing, Shane!"

"You know it-"

"What? What thing?" your panicky tone questioned.

"What we're about to do is gonna be kinda scary." Somehow Shane's tone didn't sound much of a warning, as he failed to hide the excitement in his tone.

Pressing the accelerator fully against the floor, Shane looked at Tessa through the rearview mirror. "Ready, Babe?"

"Got it" she said, leaning as far forward as she could. Grabbing onto the handbrake.

"Three. Two. One.. Pull!"

At Shane's command, Tessa pulled the handbrake as hard as she could. Causing the car to sharply stop, then turn right and continue racing towards a ramp that hung out of a window.

"No! No! No!" Cade cried.

The pit of your stomach lifted during the brief seconds of weightlessness. Until it dropped hard once gravity pulled you back down. A high pitch scream left your mouth, hands clutching into the back of Cade's seat, ripping the fabric. As you closed your eyes tightly.

By some miracle the Hatchback roughly landed on a ramp upon the ground. The two black cars behind you wasn't so lucky.

"You two girls are so grounded!" Cade shouted, as Shane drifted around one more corner.

Churning and clunking noises begun to erupt from the engine. The car finally came to an abrupt halt, as Shane slammed on the breaks.

Smoke begun to leak out of the hood.

"Shit! We gotta go!"

Shane and Cade quickly got out of the Hatchback. Optimus blared his horn, rolling up a few feet behind.

"Optimus!" you shouted as Cade helped you get out of the car.

The four of you ran towards the rusty truck. Quickly dodging the rain of bullets from above. Once safely inside, the Autobot sped out of the car park and raced towards the entrance to the highway.

[kobb4ni2]

[ GENDER NEUTRAL (?) FEM (?) READER ]

My Marine! Reader who is very popular, and for the sake of this idea I’m going to give her as a Vice Admiral. I CAN HEAR YALL BOOING OKAY I KNOW SO BASIC LEAVE ME ALONE😔😔

TW: Imagine Gojo fans….but make them Marine!Reader fans. !!! Also I haven’t watch Film Red but I guess there’s some sort of internet platform to share vids or an internet overall, soo take this sh!t talk with salt.

Marine! Reader is a calm and nurturing person, their charisma with their hard working self made them a deserved Vice Admiral. Ever since you sailed out to the sea you’ve attracted many eyes, may it be admiration because of your strength , or awed because of your undeniable beauty even in battle. And even if you’re not in a mission you would always use your heavy berries (YOU’RE A VICE ADMIRAL U HAVE TO GET THOSE BIG BERRIES) to re-visit the town that you just saved, being responsible to the damages and paying for all of it. People there had to rub their eyes to make sure that you were the correct person. When you were in your white layer clothes you would be calm and try your best to be nonchalant making sure that you were deep engrave on your job but when you visited and started making small talk people were shocked! Over time the civilians you’ve saved from the many villages or small islands you’ve saved have accepted you to their communities. They would make small banquets whenever you arrive, even though you told them several times to not do it, they will always go against your words and hope that you eat well.

Kids would play with you even with your intimidating height, they would swing on your arms and whenever you try to leave they would grab on your legs to slow you down, the kids parents might have been worried but when they saw you intriguing them with a smile in your face they immediately calmed their nerves. Grandmas and Grandpas would always pinch the vice admiral’s cheeks, and since they were normal civilians you had to bend down to make squish your cheeks. (IM GETTING CARRIED AWAY IM SORRY)

But back to plot. Your calming and nurture personality, your beauty that could shine in battle has captured many eyes of other marine, civilians or even pirates! And this where the one piece internet goes in.

Aight imagine someone made an edit of Marine! Reader, it could be you fighting, or even doing an official interview! Cool right! But if anyone ever opens the comment section it would be just filled with the most ATROCIOUS, MOUTH GAPING, EYES OUT THE SOCKET down bad comments💀💀 here's some examples.

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Marine! Reader's Fav pet (real!): "The way that it started getting bricked up like its Bob the builder is crazy 😅‼️(I don't even have a wee wee)"

<3: "ten minutes in the room with them and one is walking out pregnant, and it's not gonna them (I'm a dude)"

hewwo:3 : "JUST THE TIP [NAME] PLEASE IM ON MY FUCKING KNEES, IM SO DESPRATE PLEASE😭😭‼️‼️"

Marine! Reader's bewbs mole: "TILL THE WALLS (not the room) IS COVERED WHITE!!!"

[FOR FEM MARINE!READER] ammniaa: "Want their strap inside of me so bad, that i might think that I'm pregnant brooo😞😞😞"

Astro laddie : "My flaps started clapping out of excitement <3"

Star 4 her: "All lubed up and ready to serve 💓💓"

Beeheaver: "Man I don't care if they're 14'9 tall, ITS GONNA WORK I PROMISE😈😈‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥"

In Marine!Reader I thrust!: "Yes [NAME]~ There~ I'm sensitive there!~ Nghh~~

Marine! Reader's bloody bandages: "CMON [NAME] I CAN'T DO ALL THE WORK MY SELF, MY FINGERS HURTS😾💢"

reimikoba: "My muscle memory will always remember their fingers and tongue (＾▽＾) "

pantsonfire: "Not a fishman but, damn whenever I see them in my screen, it's natural habit suddenly is water from their-"

scary monsterz: "bend over and ready, warm and cozy, toys and liquid on sight"

-

Aw man if yandere [character] ever fins out how popular their beloved Marine! Reader is, they would make sure to cut the wifi GLOBALLY

I'll just end it here, cuz I feel like this is just a stupid ass idea 💀 yall can give me some brain juice aka asks 4 thus doe :3

The edit video I was thinking about when I was making this. (I can't do velocity edits just transition and tweeing💀)

[the-offside-rule]

Sebastian Vettel (Red Bull era) - Man After Midnight

Requested: yes (and thank fucking god) on tumblr

Prompt: 23) "I can't believe you're actually wearing my jumper."

Warnings: not particularly

Y/n sat on the edge of the hotel bed she visited, leaning down to tie her shoelace before making an attempt to sneak out without anyone catching her. She stood up and grabbed the clutch she had the night before and headed for the door. She stopped and paused, looking at the beautiful, gleaming silver shine of the World Championship trophy from the Abu Dhabi morning sun shining through the thin curtains. Her mind from the night before was a blur and to be quite honest, she didn't entirely want to remember it. Especially based on where she woke up.

"Leaving so soon?" She jumped at the sudden groggy voice and turned to see Sebastian laying on the bed with nothing but the bedsheets dressing him. "I don't want people seeing me here." Y/n replied. "You don't want to be associated with me." Sebastian chuckled. "No, it's not that. It's just we are teammates and this shouldn't happen between teammates." Sebastian laughed again. "Well if it eases your concious, no other driver on the grid has a teammate that's as talented as you are in the bedroom." She rolled her eyes. "What? Its a compliment." He said. "No, it's not." She retaliated. "How?"

"It implies things about me." She remembers the first time her and Sebastian slept together. It was a drunken mistake. But then again, how many times can something happen before its no longer a mistake? "Well I apologise for...what's the opposite of complimenting?" He asked. He sometimes forgot words or mixed them up. "Insulting, Seb." She replied. "Thank you, schnuki." He said. "Sebastian, don't!" She nearly screamed. He looked at her confused. "I don't see what the problem is? We always do this."

"Seb, that is exactly the problem!" She chucked her clothes back on the floor. "We always do this. This is not normal, I any shape or form! We aren't even friends!" Seb looked at her with his cocky grin still on his face. "We aren't friends?" He asked, faking a hurt voice and pouting his lip. "Shut up or I will shut you up!" He lay back onto the soft pillows behind him and flexed his arms behind his head. "Feel free to do just that, schnuki." She shook her head. "I'm not doing this again." She said. "What do you want from me? Do you just want a quickie and then for me to leave or what?" His face lost the smirk. He realised it was a lot more serious than this. "Well-" He was quiet for a moment. He didn't have anything to say for once. "What would you like me to say?"

"I mean, I'm half hoping you actually-" She stopped and picked her clothes back up. "That's I'd actually what?" He asked, sitting up. "It's nothing, Seb. I'll see you next season." She mumbled, before she walked towards his hotel room door and opened it. "Y/n?" She turned and saw Sebastian staring at her. He looked almost angelic with how the sun had shined on him. The true Red Bull golden boy. "What?" Y/n asked as Sebastian stood in the doorway. "I just can't believe that you're wearing my jumper." He replied. "If you told me at the start of the season that you would be wearing my jumper, I would have laughed." She scoffed.

"Don't be such a dick, Sebastian."

Y/n walked through the airport with her sunglasses covering her tired and red eyes. Although fans were around her, she felt like the loneliest person in existence. She simply sighed and continued walking as fans asked for photos and for her to sign things, to which she obliged and tried to do quickly as to just get to her gate and forget the pain and heartbreak of Abu Dhabi. "Y/n!" An all too familiar voice called. She lifted her head to see her German teammate jogging towards her with his suitcase and backpack.

The swarm of fans soon grew twice the size as the new 3 time world champion joined the woman who took the third place spot. "Sorry I'm late, the cab." He lied. He wasn't meant to fly back for another few days and he definitely wasn't meant to be flying to London like Y/n. "At least you got here." She smiled back. The pair shared a look before Sebastian walked in front of her and grabbed her hand. "We have a flight to catch." She looked down at his hand and swallowed the lump in her throat hard. "Very sorry guys! We have to go, but we'll see you here for next season!" He smiled, pulling Y/n away from the crowd and through to security.

Even in the lines, Sebastian didn't let go of her hand. He instead looked at everything else, such as the boarding times, and tightened his grip ever so slightly. She didn't dare ask why he was holding her hand. She put it down to him trying to prove a point. As Sebastian muttered to himself in German, Y/n decided to let her eyes wander and in doing so, spotted the prying eyes of strangers looking on. The more she looked, the more sets of eyes stared back. It all became that bit too much and she decided it was time to grab Sebastian's attention.

She pulled at his shirt before speaking up gently. "Seb?" He turned and looked down towards her. She was met with his blue eyes, almost instantly soothing her of her worries. "People are looking, you can let go now." Sebastian looked around and saw people staring at him and her, obviously confused about him holding his teammate's hand. "Let them. It's why they have eyes, schnuki." He replied, before pressing a reassuring kiss onto the top of her head. "I found what gate we're at. We can go now." He said, smiling. She simply smiled back and nodded, following him. "Seb?" He looked down to her once again. "What does this mean?" She asked. Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and continued walking. "Well, I was using this as an opportunity to show my true feelings." He looked down to her. "But I think we find out what this is together. It'd be more fun, no?" Her hand squeezed his tighter, as her other hand reached up to hold his arm. This wasn't teammates anymore. This wasn't even friends. This was something else that neither had felt before. Love, perhaps? Well, they had the whole off-season to figure it out and the rest of their lives to promise it.

[writingwithciara]

Can't Wait ~Chris Sturniolo~

summary: chris can't wait to fall in love

word count: 453

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader (just not in this part)

notes: this is just a little intro to my 'mcconnell chronicles' chris series that i wrote. it is based off THIS specific ian mcconnell song. hopefully you guys enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it 😊 also, can we take a minute to discuss how cute chris is in the gif? 🥰❤

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

masterlist

i bet you got eyes and i bet they're really pretty i don't know what color but i'm guessing that they're really bright when the sun shines on 'em vibrant in the summer, little darker in the autumn

chris had waited his entire life to find a girl he felt comfortable enough around to express his love.

there was absolutely no doubt in anyone's mind that chris knew how to love. he just needed the right person to share it with.

he dreamt of his dream girl multiple times and with each dream, a new detail was revealed to him. the pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together for him.

the first detail he had settled on was her eyes. he knew they'd be pretty, no matter what color they were.

he could picture the way the sun would hit them at the perfect angle and brighten them up even more so than they normally were. and with the seasons changing, he had a feeling they'd be even more perfect in the fall or winter seasons.

his girls eyes were going to be his favorite thing. he just had to find the right ones to fall in love with.

and i got a feeling that you laugh sometimes and i'm pretty sure it sounds just like heaven opening up

everyone around him knew that chris was a silly, goofy guy so it was a no brainer for him to determine that his girls laugh was going to be super important to him too.

and he hoped that even when he was being his normal sweet self, she would still laugh and put as much love into it as she would normally do.

he could already hear her laugh ringing in his ears & it sounded so much like heaven to him.

he didn't even know her yet and he was already in love.

and i know that i won't get enough of your long or short hair blonde, red, brown whatever

the hair didn't matter to him as much. she could have any hairstyle with any color and he wouldn't mind one bit.

he would love the right girl even if she was bald.

he didn't care.

as long as she loved him as much as he knew he would love her, nothing mattered.

clothes that you wear bet they go together with your smile like tweens and twilight do

she could wear a tight dress out to a party or just stay in sweatpants for the night and chris wouldn't care.

if his girl was comfy, that's all that would matter to him.

he would still find her beautiful either way.

and i can't wait to fall in love with you

taglist: @worldlxvlys @carolinalikesthings @fearfam69691

[zhonyua]

YUA ESCREVE SOBRE O BLADE OU O LUOCHA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

your wish is my command.

soft injuries

blade x gn!reader

context: you're from the stellaron hunters and you see blade struggling with his bandages.

content: mentions of injuries, blood, cuts, bandages; a bit suggestive? but nothing more than it.

notes: sorry if blade is a little out of character; some things about the stellaron hunters are made up; i'm sorry, it's really short </3

you could say that today was a rough day. maybe because you had to 'deal' with annoying people or because you had to be scolded by kafka because you did something without thinking again. you just knew you were tired.

it wasn't easy to be great like them. they were good at everything they did. silver wolf was a great hacker, kafka was great at fighting and making strategies and blade... well, blade was truly awesome.

you could see how he usually dealt with his problems, even if he always found a way to injure himself. he was a difficult person, but maybe that was why you were so fond of him.

you didn't know how, but blade always found a way to take over your thoughts. if you were fighting, you would remember how hot he looked while threatening his enemies. if you were resting sitting on a couch, you would remember how his eyes shined when they narrowed at you. your mind was always thinking about him.

and today wasn't different. you were tired, yes, but your mind was already full of thoughts about him. you almost tripped on the stairs because you got distracted again. maybe thinking about blade wasn't so good for you. and when you saw him, alone in a room, struggling to wrap a bandage on his waist, you knew that you were already lost.

you slowly walked towards the room, trying really hard to not make any noise so he wouldn't notice you, but that was blade, so of course he heard the small creak your shoes gave each step.

"what do you want?" his stern voice resonated through the empty room and you jumped slightly from the startle. you sighed, giving up on your slow and quiet pace and walking normally towards him.

"what are you doing?" you peeked over his shoulders and he moved so his back could cover your vision. "none of your business." he said in that same tone of voice. you felt an urge to keep annoying him.

"it looks like you're struggling there." your voice sounded terribly teasing. "i'm not." blade's words were interrupted by a low grunt when the bandage roll he was holding fell on the ground. you quickly kneeled down to grab it and he immediately tried to take it from your hands, but you moved it away from his reach.

"i could help you." you said and he rolled his eyes in an annoyed way. "i don't want your help." his face had a stern look that just made you insist even more. "don't be so annoying." you said and he frowned.

your persistence was irritating him so much, that he gave up after a few more tries. "alright, i give up. just do it quickly." blade said in a low voice, as if he didn't want anyone to hear it. you couldn't hide your victorious smile, while you carefully approached him, as if he was going to bite you.

he was leaning on a table, his arms behind him, so you could have more space. you could feel that, even if he was sighing annoyed all the time, he was liking how close you were from him. your eyes traced his bare chest without any hesitation, while you slowly began to wrap the bandage around his waist.

he had bleeding cuts all over his torso, and you carefully wrapped the bandage around them all, touching his skin even so slightly. you could see how he was holding his sighs, every time your fingers rubbed against a tiny cut.

you felt his stare at you, but you ignored him. you pressed an injury a bit too much and he grunted, grabbing your hand, roughly. you looked up at him, just realizing how close your face was from his.

"you're doing it on purpose." blade's voice sounded low and his eyes didn't leave yours. "am i?" you tried your best to give him the most innocent eyes you could. "oops." you pressed the spot again, smiling when he grunted.

"stop it." his voice sounded hoarse and his eyes narrowed at you, but that just made you want to keep doing it. "and what if i don't?" you whispered, teasingly. that was the last thing you said before he grabbed your face with one hand and pulled you for a kiss.

your eyes widened with surprise, but soon your lips curled up in a smile. you couldn't hide how much you wanted that, and now that it was finally happening, you felt like it was a dream. but blade's hands sliding down to firmly hold your waist, reminded you that it wasn't.

your hands, on the other side, ignored the bandages completely, brushing his chest until your arms wrapped around his neck. his mouth felt warm and he bit your lips in the most possessive way possible.

you sighed heavily between the kiss when his hands began to move lower, but he suddenly pushed you away before you could even react. before you could ask what happened, you heard a familiar voice calling for his name.

"hey blade, did you see my..." silver wolf entered the room looking around, but when her eyes stopped on you she fell silent. "oh." she had a neutral expression, but you could feel that she was going to laugh it off later. "well, sorry, i'll ask later." she left, not before giving blade a wink.

you felt your cheeks warming and you looked away from blade, but he didn't look bothered at all.

"we're going to continue this later." it was the last thing he said, before grabbing his things and leaving you alone in the room.

suddenly, you didn't feel tired anymore.

it was the first time that doing something without thinking led you to a good thing.

[writers-reach]

If you do aged up chatacters (or in this case P4AU) is it alright to request some wedding hc's for Akihiko? For some context they were both in SEES or something like that (I haven't played the Arena games myself, so up to you).

Just wanna add, love the stuff you write so far! It's really good :3

persona 3: wedding headcanons (akihiko sanada)

notes: persona 3 spoilers, gn!reader (i tried my best but some of it might be leaning towards a more fem reader), post-p4au sees, fluff

he strikes me as the kinda guy to either overthink or underthink everything. no even amount of care put into the wedding.

like... he's either obsessing over the most useless of details or is just "yeah babe i'd be happy with whatever :) as long as you're there :)"

ofc regardless of what you two decide on doing, he's gonna pull his weight! he's no slacker.

definitely invites junpei, mitsuru, and ken as his groomsmates (mitsuru is his best woman, just b/c they spent so much time together. if it's in the timeline where shinji is alive, he'd take that place but point stands. senior squad fr)

speaking of, because of how important sees is to the two of you, all of them are groomsmates or men/maids of honour for the two of you, somewhat evenly split

koromaru and/or his puppies as the ring bearer i don't make the RULES!!!!!!!!

tries not to cry during his vows. didn't cry during the rehearsal. cries during the ceremony, fumbles over his words, tries to look manly but fails and embraces the tears.

during the kiss he'd definitely grasp your cheeks in the most tender kiss you've felt in your life. leans you back slightly and pulls away just enough to see your eyes brimming with happiness.

the ceremony is sweet and wonderful, but the reception is where your real aki shines

sheds the nervousness that comes with being the main event in front of dozens of people but still isn't a huge fan of parties

definitely loosens up once there's some alcohol involved but doesn't overindulge. he wants to remember this night :)

everyone in sees gets a turn at a speech, some doing them together!! (junpei and yukari put aside their slight differences and annoyances with one another to do a cute and funny speech). they all talk about how they knew you two were destined from the start, even if life was super rough.

even now, with akihiko as a boxer and shadow operative, he's still that same schoolboy who had trouble talking to his crush. it's adorable.

uhhhhhhh i've got a few loose joke headcanons too:

aigis catches the bouquet by doing a rocket-powered double jump. much to junpei's dismay (he wanted it :( )

mitsuru getting hammered at the reception

fuuka tries her best to hold it together at the ceremony but she's the first to start sobbing

yukari joking that akihiko FINALLY wears something normal (his suit) and not that ugly ass hoodie cape

a/n: sorry about the wait! hope you like it <3

[amber-michaelson]

A New Family

Yandere Thranduil x Oakenshield reader x Yandere Legolas

Summary: did your father actually care about you or was it just all in your head.

Read At Own Risk

Warnings: platonic yanderes,

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getting dragged away from the company along with your dad to meet the king of the elves “do not speak yn” thorin muttered as he shoved one of the guards earning a smack to the head, i heard many stories of the eleven king and how he didn’t help against the dragon or give them shelter after they lost the mountion, as soon as we put infront of the thrown we were forced to our knees "whatever happens don't speak to him" he pleaded as he leaned down so he can see my face "I promise papa" I gave him a confidant smile he was about to say something else but steps interrupted him I moved my gaze to the floor and listened "people say a noble quest is at hand, to reclaim a lost mountain and slay a dragon" I shivered hearing his voice "but you and I know that's not what your after" he murmured I heard my dad shuffle probly standing up "I wanna make a deal" the kings sly words court my dad's attention "I'm listening" my dad said as he started walking around the room "I'll let you go giving you food to take along with you the only thing I ask is for you to return what is rightfully mine "which is" thorin asked "the jewels that shine like the stars I would like them back" the king muttered I slowly raised my gaze up and widened at the kings beauty as he sat on his throne "a favour for a favour" my dad muttered as he came beside "from a king to another" thranduil smiled "where were you when we asked for your aid where were you when we where homeless and starving" my dad yelled making sure the whole castle could hear him "I see how you treat your friends might as well be your enemy" he seethed through gritted teeth the king didn't look so pleased with my dad's answer "guards take him away" the king muttered but as soon as they came close to me he shooed them away and as they dragged my dad away he called "maybe you'll change you mind in 2 years or even 20" he said before turning your attention to me "stand" he murmured and I did as I was told "who are you" he asked but I didn’t respond just stared at him "aw your an oakenshield let me guess your his daughter explains the manners" he chuckled "don't you dare talk about my father" I muttered and rushed to him but was court by one of the guards who held a knife to my throat "let her go" he said and turned away "come" he muttered before walking I looked around not seeing anywhere I could escape be grudgingly followed "what story's have you heard about me" he asked as we walked down the hallway "that you abandoned us when we needed your aid most" I said staring down at the floor and squeaked as he stopped and I bumped into him he quickly turned to me and I quickly moved back scared of what he would do instead he leaned down and the left side of his face started to change showing of a scar "this is what happened when I tried to battle a dragon" he muttered before standing up again his head twitching as it went back to normal "I suffered many loses that day and I vowed to never face a dragon again" he said before he carried on walking I quietly followed behind we soon entered a dining room and he sat at the very end and stared at me "are you going to join me or just watch as I eat this meal" he said side eyeing me as I moved to the table I choose to sit two seats down from him so I wasn't to far away or to close "why am I here" I murmured "we may have imprisoned you bit we're not cruel" a voice murmured from behind us "ah legolus you decided to join us" thranduil said and gestured to a seat but he did the same as me and sat infront of me the rest of the meal was silent and I only just nibbled "what's happening with my father" I asked as the servants took the plates away "he will stay he till he changes his mind" he said and that was the end of the discussion.

They started to treat me like one of them they didn't allow me back into the dungeon or see my father but anything else was fine unless I want to go outside I can only go if legolas or thranduil accompanied me "why are you treating me so nicely" I asked as we sat under one of the many flowering trees "because yn your different from your father and that disgusting company you travel with" he paused "your safer here where me and legolas can protect you and provide for you" thranduil said as he put his and on top of mine but I quickly moved away "you can't keep me here and my dad will never leave me" I yelled standing up and he followed "your dad is a failure of a father he hasn't once even asked to see you he hasn't even asked about you" I stumbled a bit was he right, did my dad not actually care about me "yo-your wrong he does care and he won't leave without me" but as soon as I said that legolas came rushing in "the dwarves have escaped" it felt as if my world came rushing down around me that I didn't even realize thranduil had pulled me into his chest "don't worry you have a new family now".

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[vioartemis]

I'll die with you (part 5)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Your mom being attacked and stabbed to death makes memories come back of important moments in your life, whether they're good or bad. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 Warnings: flashbacks all the way, blood, death of character (Dewey), angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Summer holidays. You were 7. You met Tara a few months before, and you were already the best of friends. You invited her to spend the day at your house for once, as you were always at hers.

Your parents were happy to see you had a friend like her. They knew they weren't so present for you with their respective jobs, and knowing you had someone to spend time with was a relief to them.

You spent the afternoon playing with Tara in the garden, before your mom called you both back in when it started to get darker outside. You then helped her baking cookies with Tara and Dewey's help.

Well Tara and you didn't really help, too busy eating the chocolate chips before they had a chance to touch the cookie dough. Of course, your parents noticed, and it turned out in a food battle, and you ended up in the shower trying to take the floor out of your hair.

You would always remember that day as one of the only moments the four of you spent together.

2011, a new massacre occurred at Woodsboro. As soon as they heard, your parents called Sam and asked her if she could babysit you while they took care of it.

That's when you met Wes, Mindy and Chad, totally oblivious to the fact your parents were fighting for their lives when you played with your friends.

You quickly got close to the three kids, becoming friends with them. But it was not like it was with Tara. It never had been the same with her and your other friends from school.

Eventually, you ended up get even more close to her that day, after your parents called Sam to tell her Gale was at the hospital. You overheard the conversation and got scared for your mom.

Tara was here to comfort you and hold you tight. You didn't sleep this night, thinking you lost your mom.

4 years later, you were with her on her bed. This time you were the one to hold her and comfort her after her sister left without any warning or explanation. She was holding onto you for dear life, sobbing desperately against your neck.

You stayed with her in this position until she back away slightly, eyes red and still filled with tears.

"Thank you for being here..."

"Don't thank me, it's normal" you took her hand and squeezed it gently

Her gaze met yours, and for a second you got lost in her brown eyes. Those same eyes that made you forget everything that was around you, suppressing all your thoughts in the process.

You knew it wasn't the best moment, maybe even the worst, but you couldn't help yourself and confessed your feelings for her.

It had been a year since you understood why she was so special to you. Since you understood you were in love with her. You never had the courage to tell her before, the words couldn't come out properly whenever you tried because of how scared you were.

Scared to lose her if she didn't share your feelings.

But the way she was looking at you now, her dark brown eyes shining in the darkness of the room, pupils dilated... She was giving you the look you had for her.

Your words made her crack a little smile, and she told you she loved you too. But it was quickly replaced by a new wave of tears as the thought of her sister not being here to know the good news.

"H-hey... you're gonna be okay... I'll do anything to make sure of that... I promise..." you whispered

She looked at you with tears in her eyes, and hesitantly pressed her lips to yours in a quick and timid kiss. It felt good, helped her feel a little better.

Now she knew she would have you by her side. She had a crush on you for years, and that kiss, as quick as it was, only confirmed what she thought. She was convinced you were soulmates, a thought that you shared.

Your father's house, a year and a half later. You just told him Tara and you were together. You hesitated a long time, not sure if it would be good for him.

Your parents broke up the year prior and weren't talking anymore, so you weren't sure telling him you were in a happy relationship was the best thing to do.

You stayed in Woodsboro with him, not wanting to leave Tara to go to New York. You had all your life in this city, and you mom understood that. You would go visit her on holidays, or when she had a week off. She tried to take breaks more often, so you stay in touch.

But your dad found out eventually, and you told him everything.

"Hey, you shouldn't have been scared to tell me, it's my job to protect you not the opposite" he smiled and hugged you "I'm happy for you kiddo, she's a good kid, you make a great couple. To be completely honest, we always thought she was your perfect match"

It was a relief that he didn't take it the wrong way, but you could still feel he was hurt in the way he said 'we', talking about him and your mom. You hugged him back, telling him you were here too if he needed something.

"Does your mom know? For Tara and you?" he finally asked after a moment

"Not yet, I was going to call her. Do you want me to tell her something for you...?"

"I... No, it's okay"

You could see he was hesitating before answering but didn't insist. Maybe you should have. Maybe it would've made things better between them.

You called your mom on facetime and told her everything too. You learnt to be quick with her, as she had little time for her in the day, always busy with work.

Like your dad, she was very happy for you.

"You make a good pair, we always agreed on it. It's good you found someone in these... well in these tensed times. And remember, if she ever hurts you, you call me and-"

"Mom, she's not going to hurt me. And even if she does, you're not going to do anything, okay?" you sighed with a smile

"I'll try to hold back" she smiled back before looking behind her "I'm sorry sweetie I have to go, I'll text you later if you want to talk more about your girlfriend"

"Okay, we'll see" you paused, and before she hung up "Dad misses you"

"... I miss him too. But... we don't have the same way of living. We tried and... well you know how it ended..."

You nodded sadly and hung up. You knew it wasn't simple for either of them, but you couldn't help but feel like they didn't really try. Maybe it was just because you wanted to have both your parents with you at all times...

But you could see them both or call them when you wanted, so it was still something.

2022, another creep dressed in a Ghostface costume started attacking people, starting with your girlfriend. You called your parents as soon as you heard. Your dad was the only one who could help, and you wanted your mom to learn it by you instead of her manager or anyone else.

You told her not to come, but you doubted she listened to you.

You were at the hospital, keeping your girlfriend company after she was attacked. She needed comfort, and you were here to give it to her as much as you could.

You had slid in her bed next to her and held her close, careful not to hurt her. Her left hand was resting on your thigh, one of the only thing she could do with it without getting hurt, and her head rested on your shoulder.

You had an arm wrapped around her waist, kissing her hair every now and then to show her how much you loved her and how much you cared.

You were watching tv, when a noise draws your attention outside of Tara's room.

"Don't move, I'm going to check"

You kissed her before getting up slowly. You wouldn't admit it in front of your girlfriend, but a part of you was scared it could be Ghostface. You walked silently in the corridor, looking around for any sign of another presence.

And what sign you found. The officer who was supposed to protect Tara was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. You gaged at the sight, the urge to throw up washing over you.

You never saw a corpse before, and you wished you never had. A hand on your mouth, reluctantly, you moved his arm slightly to take his gun from his belt. But it was not there.

You panicked and ran into Tara's room, tears in your eyes.

"Baby what's going on-" she whispered

"Tara, we need to go. T-the officer... he- he's dead... fuck I think it's Ghostface..."

You didn't say anything about the gun, not wanting to make her panic more. You helped her out of her bed and in her wheelchair before quickly starting to walk to the elevator.

You didn't even had time to take three steps forward that you heard the stairwell's door opening.

"Shit shit shit..."

You quickly hid in another room, taking out your phone with shaky hands to dial your father's number. The police would never be here in time. But he would.

You but your lip, bouncing your leg, as you waited anxiously for him to answer your call. You finally heard his voice. He seemed worried. Maybe he knew you were in trouble.

You hoped he did, because you didn't get the time to say anything.

Someone opened the door of the room you were in, and, scared it could be Ghostface, you punched him in the face, hard, phone still in hand.

"What the fuck-"

"Richie...?"

You stopped, arm in the air, ready to strike again. Your hand hurt, and taking a look at it, you noticed your phone screen broke, leaving pieces of glass in your hand. But that was not important right now.

"What are you doing here?"

"Sam called me- she said you might need help here-"

He got cut off by Ghostface arrival behind him. Tara screamed, and so did you. He turned around, but the killer was quicker and knocked him out.

When he tried to stab Tara, you threw whatever object you found in the room at him before grabbing your girlfriend's wheelchair's handles and started running away.

But once again, the killer was quick. He stabbed you in your back, making you scream in pain. You let go of Tara, pushing her forward so she could reach the elevator in time.

Ghostface pulled his knife out of your back and pushed you to the ground with force. He grabbed your hair and pulled on it, leaning in to say in your ear;

"You didn't think you could protect her, did you?"

He then smashed your head against the floor, hard enough to stunned you for a moment. You couldn't move, and it drove you crazy. You could see him walk toward the brunette. You knew he was going to hurt her. And yet you couldn't do anything.

You were so scared to lose her... you didn't know what you would do without her.

Fortunately, Sam, on the phone with Ghostface, appeared in the elevator, with none other than your dad, gun in hand. He fired 3 times, making Ghostface back away from Tara.

Behind you, Richie got up slowly, not completely sure of what was happening. Sam helped Tara get in the elevator while your dad helped you up.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah I think..."

He wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders and led you to the elevator, when Ghostface attacked him. You screamed, and tried to help, slamming a vase on his head, before Dewey shot him three times in the chest.

He then proceeded to go in the elevator with Sam, Tara and you.

"The head." he suddenly said

"What?"

"You need to shoot them in the head, or they always come back"

"Who cares about that?!"

"I do"

He gave you a apologetic smile before stepping back out in the corridor.

"Dad no-"

You tried to follow him, but the doors were already closing. You hit the button to open it again, but it was too late. The elevator was already going down.

You had a bad feeling. Ever since you found that officer's body you knew something was going to go wrong.

And boy, you couldn't be more right.

They didn't let you go back there, no matter what you said. 'Too dangerous' they said. 'Not safe' they said. As if you didn't know that. But you didn't care. Your dad was up there with a killer, you had to help him.

When the squad came back down, you knew. You knew at their faces. But you refused to believe it.

When they brought his body in a bag, you still couldn't process. You watched as they took him outside, out of view, tears forming in your eyes, blurring your vision.

You broke down, sobbing uncontrollably in the hospital bed they forced you to stay in.

When your mom came in your room a few minutes later, your eyes were all red and puffy. Maybe her coming despite your warning wasn't so bad after all... You didn't know how you could have told her he was dead.

She took you in her arms and you hugged her tight, clinging to the only parent you had left as if she was going to disappear too. You couldn't handle losing her too.

And yet you would have to, because she was indeed dying before your eyes.

Both your parents had been taken away from you by Ghostface. Last time you hadn't done anything. But this time... it would be different.

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

Greetings, hope you're having a great day. If it's okay may I please request a Missy×Reader where the reader is a UNIT agent and is hypnotised by Missy and then kidnapped, Missy then decides to hypnotise you (with your consent) and maybe try sexual Hypnosis..

If you're not comfortable then please ignore this.

hey anon! this didn't make me uncomfortable at all, so no worries. please enjoy <3

Pay Attention (Missy/Gomez! Master x reader)

Warnings: swearing, hypnotism (both nonconsensual and consensual), kidnapping, (somewhat) soft Missy, light smut, inappropriate uses of hypnotism/mind control, reader is gender neutral (nothing below the belt is specified one way or the other)

You should've been paying more attention.

You weren't stupid, you knew it wasn't wise of you to walk home late at night, but your paperwork had been piling up all week and you finally decided to do it all in one go instead of continuing to put it off. Unfortunately, that meant that you'd both be working late and miss carpooling home.

But your place wasn't that far from the sector you worked at, so surely you'd be fine as long as you took some pepper spray and payed close attention to your surroundings.

Not even halfway on your walk did you start to get this uneasy feeling, like you were being watched. Shaking it off, you continued on your way, convincing yourself it was just your nerves.

Shortly after that, however, you thought you heard what sounded like a pair of heels clacking, almost as if someone was walking behind you. You stopped several times, looking all around, but each time there was no one there.

You were almost convinced that you were making it all up. No one was following you, that would be crazy. You told yourself that you were just tired, and that it'd be something you'd laugh over the next day.

Until you turned onto your street, and stopped paying attention to your surroundings momentarily so you could dig your house keys out of your pocket. You were so caught up in trying to get them out you didn't even notice the woman standing in front of you until you bumped into her, quite literally.

"Oh- I'm so sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to bump into you, I- I must not have seen you there," you quickly apologized, followed by nervous laughter.

The woman let out a chuckle herself, though it didn't seem nearly as lighthearted as a normal person's would be. "It's quite alright, dear. In fact, could you do me a favor and look at me for a moment?"

You frowned slightly, not sure where this was going. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh, you will be, believe me." The woman took a step closer, the light from a nearby lamp shining over her like she was god sent, but she was no angel. It was only then that you became aware of just who it was that you'd bumped into.

"The Mistress," you quietly breathed out in pure fear.

She laughed at your reaction to figuring out her identity. "Just Missy will do. Now, I think we really need to have a discussion about you looking where you're going, hm?"

You stumbled backwards a bit, dropping your keys in your attempt to search yourself for something on you that could possibly be used as a weapon, or at the very least a distraction so you could get away. It was then that you remembered you'd left your pepper spray in your desk drawer back at work.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath, your heart racing with adrenaline as you tried to look for some other way to escape.

"Now, now. That's not very polite, is it?" Missy chastised mockingly, backing you up to the brick wall of a nearby alley.

"What- what are you going to do to me?" You questioned meekly, trembling in fear.

"Don't worry about that right now. All I want you focusing on is my voice as you fall asleep." She grabbed your chin and brought your face upwards, forcing you to look into her eyes. "That's a good dear."

You tried to protest, but your voice died in your throat long before you could even get the words out. Obviously you must have passed out like she wanted you to, because when you finally regained consciousness you were seated in a plush armchair in the center of a dimly lit room.

"Mm... where... where am I?" You asked in a soft voice that was full of confusion.

"Don't worry about that." Missy's voice cut through the room in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. She was sitting in a similar plush armchair across from yours.

"What do you want from me? If you think that I know anything about what UNIT is planning, then I can assure you that I don't. I'm just an office worker." You were sure you must have sounded at least the tiniest bit pathetic, but honestly, who wouldn't in a situation like this?

Missy laughed in response to your words. "I'm not stupid, dear. I know that you're not a field agent. And while, yes, my initial plan was to kidnap one of those, I couldn't help the way I felt so... drawn to you."

You gulped in fear, something that did not go unnoticed by the woman sitting in front of you. "I'm not going to kill you, if that's what you're wondering. I'm honestly a little offended that you would think so, though I suppose I can't blame you."

She almost looked sad for a minute there, but you quickly pushed away that thought. It wasn't the brightest in the room you were in, therefore it was probably just a trick of the light.

"Wait, so- if you're not going to kill me, and you don't want to use me as a way to gain access to UNIT secrets... then why am I here?"

Missy sighed in exasperation before pinching the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb. "You're really not the brightest, are you? It's no wonder you're just an office worker."

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, and you opened your mouth to protest before she spoke again, cutting off whatever you were going to say.

"I merely want to spend some time with you, that's all." She smoothed out the front of her dress as she spoke. "I knew you would never just voluntarily go with me, as there was no doubt you'd seen what I look like."

It was true, you never would've stuck around long enough to figure out what she wanted had she not hypnotized then kidnapped you. Still, she could at the very least been less hostile about it.

"Regardless of why you're here-" she continued on "-you're here now, and I would like to spend this time getting to know you."

You couldn't tell if she was being sincere, or if this was just another one of her tricks. "What's the catch?" You questioned suspiciously.

Missy simply shrugged. "There's no catch. Although-"

"Oh, here we go," you muttered under your breath as you slouched back in your seat.

"-there's been this theory I've had regarding my abilities that I've been simply dying to try out." Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she looked at you. "Of course, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. Otherwise I would've secured you much more thoroughly," she reassured while gesturing to your chair.

This was your chance to get away, you thought. All you had to do was get up and leave. Even if it was a trap and she was lying about letting you go, at least you could say you tried.

But there was something about her words and the way she hadn't gone out of her way to hurt you that made you want to believe her. Not to mention she was incredibly attractive and could be quite charming, all things considered.

"What's your theory?"

Missy gave you a pleased smile as she stood and slowly made her way over to you. "The theory, my dear, involves controlling the parts of the mind that are responsible for the body's reaction to pleasure." She leaned towards you, reaching out one of her hands to lightly trail along the side of your face. "Do you understand?"

You shivered in anticipation when she touched you, knowing exactly what she was getting at. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good. This'll make it a bit easier for you, then." She retracted her hand and knelt down in front of you, placing both of her hands on the armrests of the chair on either side of you. Even though she was essentially trapping you in, you didn't have the same uneasy feeling like you had when she'd done the same thing to you in the alley.

"Try to relax. Take a deep breath if you need to," she recommended in a soothing tone as she began to use her hypnotism on you.

You did as she said, inhaling and exhaling until your breathing was deep and steady. It helped calm you like she guessed it would, but you had no doubt the hypnotism also leant a helping hand in making you feel that way.

"Let me know if you want me to stop." Before you could respond, you felt a sudden jolt of pleasure rush through your body. You arched your back as the feeling settled over you like a warm blanket, being the most prevelant in the area below your belt and between your thighs.

"M- Missy," you cried softly as your hands went to grip tightly onto the armrests of your chair. She placed her hands over yours, holding them in a firm yet gentle way.

"Does that feel good, dear? Do you enjoy the sense of power I hold over you? Hm?" Her questions were obviously meant to be rhetorical as it was becoming more and more difficult for you to focus on anything except the way she was making you feel.

Your body began to tremble as the feeling became much more intense, drawing soft gasps and moans from you. It was nothing like you'd ever felt before, not even in your wildest dreams.

You must have started to close your eyes some, because you heard Missy tsk at you in disapproval. "Keep your eyes open, darling. I want you to pay attention to me now the same way you should've been paying attention to your surroundings on your walk home."

Nodding your head at her command, you did your best to keep your eyes open, trying not to let yourself get swept so far away in your feelings of pleasure that you forgot about who was giving them to you in the first place. "I'm sorry," you mumbled an apology, to which Missy just laughed.

"What a good little pet you are for me." She leaned in close and whispered sensually in your ear. "I don't think we'll have any problems here as long as you give all of your attention to me, and no one else. Understood?"

You nodded again, and she pressed a light kiss to your neck in response, something that sent your senses into overdrive. "Good. Now, I want to see just how loud you can moan for me."

Maybe not paying attention wasn't the worst thing in the world, just as long as you never did it to your new favorite Time Lady.

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OMG HIII im so excited for a creepypasta writer :3 may i please request you write for hoodie nd masky, reader also being a proxy!!!! it could be general hcs or whatevs, up to you!! if you dont want to do this req, its ok, if u want me to req smthn else u can always pm me

HIII and thank you so much! I hope I complied with your request (sorry if I didn't).

Characters included: Reader (as proxy), Slenderman (named sometimes as Boss), Masky and Hoodie + mention of other proxies.

Small Warnings: mention of kidnapping, mention of dizziness, actions of light bullying, mention of broken bones, deep cuts, bruises, killing and curse words. Proxies are not kind toward newbie at all :(

⚠️Writer's Notices⚠️: I think I expanded the request without intending to? I'm not sure about that. I just like to give a lot of informations about the characters, so I also put a very light backstory of the Reader. I hope this doesn't bother you and, of course, if you wish, you can skip everything and go to the part that interests you the most. I'm not judging. Please enjoy!

𝑀𝐴𝑆𝐾𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐻𝑂𝑂𝐷𝐼𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑋𝑌 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑅

HOW DID YOU BECOME A PROXY?

You are probably in contact with kids/young adults who saw Slenderman;

Maybe a babysitter or a psychiatrist;

The fact is that you will never encounter proxies initially;

It is very important for Slenderman to decide for himself his servants;

Toby had once brought a girl into the mansion unbeknownst to Boss... Let's say she stayed for a short time;

Of course, Toby doesn't remember her anymore;

One day someone tells you about this strange, tall and thin man who appears in their dreams and in the woods;

However, one day you were normally on your way home when you started to feel dizzy;

And... surprise! Shortly afterwards you were in a dark office without any kind of light, forced to listen to a faceless man;

You don't remember much about how you get there but your attention, of course, is not centered on that small detail;

BUT WHY WERE YOU RECRUITED BY SLENDERMAN?

Most likely because you have a very good intellect and you reason efficiently;

The Big Boss really needs proxies like that;

Not an athletic person? DON'T WORRY! Slenderman already knows everything about you and what type of training you need, he already comes up with a training program just for you!

(Be grateful and don't try to run away, this tired old man ain't got no time to come and haunt you) :(

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?

One surprise after another, apparently! (actually, you could easily imagine what is about to happen);

You are entrusted to some proxies who will take you under their "protective" wing;

These proxies are: Masky, Hoodie, and Toby!

But mainly Masky and Hoodie since they are the only ones who have actually done any training when they arrived at the mansion;

Toby isn't very present because he doesn't care much and would still struggle to have an initial relationship given his Antisocial Personality Disorder;

But don't worry! He'll get used to you soon!

HOW DO MASKY AND HOODIE BEHAVE TOWARDS YOU?

They are slightly heartless bitches :(

(they're actually "somehow" nice to you but not too much);

I mean they would help you with training but make fun of you whenever they can;

This mainly Masky;

Hoodie simply giggles meanly and nods;

DON'T LET THESE "INSTRUCTORS" OF YOURS FIND OUT THAT YOU'RE SENSITIVE OR THAT YOU CRY EASILY!

(This is honestly me);

I say this for your own good, really;

If Masky notices a sniffling or shining eyes from tears that would like to fall... you will find out what hell is;

You will no longer know what dignity is...

"Awwww, don't tell me our little newbie is going to cry, right?" it may be the phrase you'll hear the most;

Masky will basically yell it in the presence of ALL the residents of the mansion just to give you a reason to cry more;

"Come on Masky, can't you see that the frail little thing here is shaking? Give them some personal space."

Another reality revealed, but this time it's Hoodie's fault;

He probably won't yell it like Masky, but he'll still say it in a higher-than-average tone of voice;

BUT WHAT IF YOU'RE ACTUALLY VERY BADASS?

If they notice that you are actually very neutral and don't care about their nasty comments, they will simply stop;

After all, it's no fun if there are no reactions;

Basically, they will just give you the advice you need to improve;

However, you may also have a short fuse!

Maybe you shouldn't point it out, you might unintentionally push yourself further, and since Masky also has a short fuse, you could start a fight with him;

If there's Hoodie nearby he'll stop Masky before killing you (but you'll have some deep cuts, bruises and, at worst, broken bones);

However, in the absence of Hoodie/other proxies, you will be killed without much scruples;

Butttt... consider yourself lucky because usually Hoodie and Masky are together all the time, either for tasks and because they have established a good relationship and don't spend much time with the other residents;

Above all they are good instructors;

They know when you've reached your limit and will stop you if they see you're going too far;

They will give you advice and plan a diet if they see that it is necessary;

It could have been worse, couldn't it?

WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE DURING TRAINING?

As said before, they would certainly help you a lot;

Both with advice and by encouraging you to keep going;

(they will become more and more familiar with this as time goes on);

However, I like to imagine that Hoodie does the exercises with you, both to keep fit and to be an example for you;

Masky observes the two of you, smoking his cigarettes;

In some cases he will join you;

(he made a bet on who does the most running laps with Hoodie);

"You know, Y/N, Masky has never been able to beat me in a running challenge", Hoodie usually makes fun of Masky;

"For fuck's sake, just shut up!" and Masky responds in a bad way;

While they may seem quite calm while training you, don't forget that they are professional assassins;

You don't really want to see them when they have to torture/kill someone;

But one day, for sure, you're going to see that because, ops!, from now on you are a proxy;

Good luck with that!

Okay, that's all about our two favorite proxies!

I really have to write headcanons about their backstories because I've honestly always wanted to do that.

I hope you enjoyed this!

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The Housekeeper | Part 4 | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Additional tags: Human!Mikaelsons, Modern!AU, Housekeeper!Reader, no use of Y/N Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals x Reader (Platonic) Summary: You get know the youngest Mikaelson a bit more and you learn something new about Elijah.

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

At the end of your shift at the estate that day, Henrik managed to pack away 4 full chicken breasts alongside a healthy serving of spaghetti. In all your years alive, you don't recall ever having heard a man moan at his food as frequently and vocally as Henrik did.

He had scarfed down his food like a man in the throes of starvation, slurping up his spaghetti so violently that it slung at his face from the speed, spreading tomato sauce all along his mouth and cheeks. His bites were wide and animalistic. But in contrast of the predatory way he was eating, his big blue eyes were shining in contentment, both at you and his brother as you sat around the kitchen island for dinner.

You could see Elijah dying on the inside in embarrassment at his youngest brother's poor display of manners. As you spoke in between each other, Elijah had finally had enough of Henrik's eating style, after the younger man sprayed a bit of food as he opened his mouth to respond to a question you posed.

"Henrik, for heaven's sake, show a little decorum and swallow before you speak. You are not some pre-historic, bumbling neanderthal."

Elijah's sharp glare cut off any words Henrik had been about to say. Instead, the younger man looked down sheepishly, chewing the food in his mouth before swallowing with a loud gulp.

"Sorry, 'Lijah." He said softly.

The older brother merely huffed, "And wipe your mouth, please."

You passed Henrik a napkin, and he quickly took it from your hand and wiped hurriedly around his mouth.

While he cleaned his face, Elijah turned to you, apologetic look written all over his face, "I do apologize for his behavior. It seems," he threw another glare at his brother, "that this boorish troglodyte has yet to fully grasp the concept of etiquette."

You tried your best to stifle the laugh that built up in your throat as you watched Henrik's face morph at the insult. His lips puckered into a pout and you couldn't deny that he looked like a scolded child at that moment.

"I am not a troglodyte." He muttered lowly, taking another bite—this time, much more appropriate—of his chicken parmesan.

Elijah turned to him, face unimpressed by his statement, "Well, you certainly act like one."

Before Henrik could respond and possibly throw them into a back-and-forth argument, you interrupted, "It's fine Elijah."

The two Mikaelson's whipped their heads to you, eyes warmly settled on Henrik, "It's very flattering that you're enjoying my cooking with such gusto."

Henrik grinned cheerily at Elijah, "See, she likes my gusto."

"But," you interjected, "You really should eat slower. You'll give yourself a stomach ache if you continue at that rate."

And with that said, Henrik ate at a more normal pace and covered his mouth with his hand if he began to speak.

The three of you talked into the beginning hours of night. Henrik had stated that he was off school for a week, so he had decided to surprise his older brother with a visit.

"If you don't mind my asking," you piped up, "What are you currently studying for?"

"I'm majoring in Kinesiology." Henrik responded brightly.

"Henrik got into university on an athletic scholarship," Elijah added proudly.

The younger Mikaelson nodded, "For sprinting, I run the 200 meter dash for my school."

You whistled lowly, "Wow, your whole family really has a bit of everything. Fashion," you began to list on your fingers, "history, education, charity, the arts, entrepreneurship, and now sports."

Henrik puffed up his chest at your words. Elijah chuckled, "Yes, the Mikaelson clan is certainly formidable."

You laughed in agreement. At that moment, your phone chimed from its place on the table. You picked it up and noted the text from a good friend along with the time.

"Oh my goodness, is it that late already?" You looked up a slight panic on your features, "I'm so sorry Elijah, I didn't mean to overstay my welcome!"

He quickly shook his head, "You've done nothing of the sort. It's quite late, though. And you didn't arrive in your car today."

You began to rise from your seat, "Yeah, I had to take it into the shop today to get maintenance done. It's okay, the buses should still be running.

"I can take you home." Elijah offered.

"That's sweet Elijah, but I don't wish to impose on your time with your brother."

Henrik looked back and forth at the verbal tennis match. Nik, Bekah, and Reya weren't lying about the chemistry between his older brother and you. He could see the slight panic behind his brother's eyes. He clearly didn't want you to leave but he was well aware of his place as your employer. Elijah would see it as an abuse of power if he pushed any further.

And you were clearly having a good time being here, though you stayed far longer after your shift had ended. He could see the reluctance on your face, not wanting to part from the joyous gathering. He had a sneaking suspicion that there was some reluctance to part with his dear older brother as well.

"Why don't you just stay over?"

Your heads whipped over to the young Mikaelson. He was leaning his head comfortably on his open palm, eyes innocently wide, like he hadn't asked whatvhe just did.

"What?" You both asked after a beat of silence.

He blinked twice before elaborating, "Well, there's no real point of her leaving?" His eyes zeroed in on you, "You get in early, right?"

You nodded, "Yeah, but—"

"And it's already past midnight," he interrupted, "So you'd just be coming back here within a few hours without any proper sleep."

Henrik was doing his best to not laugh at either of your faces. You were opening and closing your mouth trying to shoot down his logical assessment but only ended up looking like a gaping fish.

And Elijah's face was one of rising hopefulness. When he noticed Henrik's forming smirk, he quickly schooled his face and settled on a warm and inviting smile, "Excellent point, Henrik. Please, it would set my mind at ease and you'll be able to sleep in a while longer since you're already here."

You bit at your bottom lip. How could a man so handsome, look so positively adorable. The slightest pout on his lips was your undoing.

You sighed in defeat, "I guess it would be nice to get a few winks in. Okay, you win."

Henrik grinned widely at your acquiescence, Elijah's just a tad more subtle. The older of the two clapped his hands together and made his way toward the stairs, "Marvelous. I'll prepare your room," he turned back sharply to cut you off, "and before you say anything; your shift ended long ago. As of this moment, you are my guest, and you shall be treated as such. Now, if you'll excuse me."

You and Henrik watched silently as Elijah walked out.

"He really doesn't mind, you know." Henrik's soft tone had you turning to him.

He was seated still at the island, forearms resting on the obsidian marble. A gentle smile on his boyish face.

You bit at your lip again as you walked toward him, seating yourself beside him, "He's already so busy with work and everything else, I don't want to be another burden to him."

Henrik scoffed, "Trust me, we would know a burden when we see one."

That made you pause.

There was disdain and venom behind his words. Faint, but it was there.

The Mikaelson family was surely no stranger to the manipulations of others that wanted the glory that came with associating with the Mikaelson name.

"You're referring to someone specifically, aren't you?" You questioned gently.

Henrik's baby blue eyes shot a quick glance to where Elijah had disappeared to before drifting back to you.

"Elijah has always taken care of us." He started, picking at his fingernails as he continued, "He rarely has time for himself. Even though he's not the oldest of us, he's always taken it upon himself to look after the family."

He shifted in his seat, "So, the times he has...indulged himself in what he wants, he's ended up hurt."

You could feel your heart dropping down to your stomach. The implication of what Henrik was saying made you clench your fists but you asked anyway, "By a lover?"

The young man nodded, "Two, in fact. The first was the heiress of the Petrova family."

You vaguely recalled a newspaper headline regarding her, "Wasn't she convicted of murder?"

Henrik smiled wryly, "That's the one. Katerina was found to get rid of her rivals and several of her bank accounts were traced back to her making payments on the dark web, contracting hitmen to do her dirty work for her."

You covered your mouth in surprise, "Was Elijah on her hit-list?"

"No, it seems Katerina actually liked him, but Bekah and Nik had a bad feeling about her. Elijah becomes...blinded by affection for the women he falls for. So they snooped on her for a time without his knowledge. They found all kinds of horrible things she tried to bury. People she'd had 'taken care' of. A couple of whistleblowers at her own company that were silenced."

You gasped. You'd had no idea she was so horrible. "Did they tell Elijah?"

Henrik nodded solemnly. "He was devastated to say the least. More so he was disappointed in himself for not seeing the type of person she was. He cared for her a lot."

The two of you fell silent. You could only imagine that type of pain. For someone you shared a connection with to turn out to be someone so vile; it must have cut Elijah deeply.

"Was there..." you hesitated but your curiosity had been awakened, "Was there someone else?"

Henrik's eyes shot down to his lap, "There was one other."

You could see the trepidation in his eyes but he looked back up at you after a moment, his mouth poised to tell you when the deep baritone of Elijah's honeyed voice cut him off.

"Her name was Celeste."

Henrik's shot down to his hands in shame while yours flew to your suited employer, embarrassment preventing you from looking him in the eye.

He stood there, at the kitchen entryway. Since his departure to prepare your room, he had shed his jacket and was left with his now slightly worn light blue dress shirt. He'd folded the sleeves up to his elbows and under any other day, you'd be enjoying the sight of his exposed skin—like some depraved Edwardian gentleman—but his stoic expression had any devious thoughts at the back of your mind.

Elijah shot a pointed look to his little brother, and despite Henrik not looking at him, he could feel the stare thrown his way if how he seemed to shrink in more on himself said anything.

When he turned his gaze to you, the intensity in his eyes eased and his expression softened.

"Perhaps it's best to turn in for the night. Come, my dear," his deliciously deep voice commanded your attention. The term he'd said so casually caused an unexpected tingle to shoot down your spine.

His arm stretched out towards you, inviting you to place your hand in his.

Who were you to deny such an opportunity?

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Part 5

Author's Note: Sorry this took quite a bit longer to put out, I hope you enjoyed reading this. Henrik was really fun to write. We never really got much sense of the person he was in TVD so I've based some of his personality and mannerisms on Barry Allen, from The Flash (which is why I face-claimed Grant Gustin as an older Henrik).