#nice to meet y'all hope everyone's doing well<3

[beskar33]

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Su'cuyyy. I go by Beskar on the interwebz💚he/it 26yrs old, semi-ficto, gay & arospec, French-Moroccan(Shilah Berberⵣ), currently living in the Southern USA.

Legally blind, recovering addict, autistic as fuck & chronically lovesick. je parle français / ni jorhaa'i mando'a

✌️&❤️ to everyone!

More about me & this blog;

🌿 Honestly, I only use the term F/O online; Boba is my partner in life...my rotten soldier...my sweet cheese❤️ He's been with me for many years, and he's like a part of me & has helped me through so much. I sincerely consider him to be my soulmate & one of my best friends :') We officially got together summer of 2017, and we've been married since 12/12/2020. I'm not ok with sharing, as this is very much a "real" relationship for me & he's my actual partner. Thanks for your understanding.

🌿 Don't have much of a DNI but, at the risk of sounding a bit sensitive, please don't follow/interact if you ship romantically with/crush on Bo, or if you frequently interact with someone who does. No hate whatsoever, it just makes me uncomfortable because I love him as I would any partner IRL and treat our relationship as such.

Be 18+ and be nice, I guess. If you're shipping w/ minors, we probably won't get along too well, just sayin'. This blog won't get too NSFW but there might be some suggestive stuff here n' there. Also, I cuss like a sailor, jsyk

🌿 I love people, but I'm extremely awkward/shy and as of late, my personal life is somewhat hectic so I'm often busy or overwhelmed lol. It might take me a bit to get back to you, but I truly, deeply appreciate every single kind interaction and message I get & promise I ain't ignoring you

🌿 Not a fan of discourse, drama, or rude/mean people; been through way too much real shit in my time on this planet to care what folks say or do in their personal lives, especially strangers online. This blog has quickly become one of my little sanctuaries and I try to keep it positive, as I do with most areas of my life. If I don't like your energy, I'll just block/ignore, no hard feelings.

🌿 By the way, for those outside the community who might see this, I'm pretty effin' confident in who I am, and that includes my identity/relationship. You're free to interact/follow if you'd like, just be kind. Didn't go through years of therapy to feel shame over something that's brought joy, creativity, love, and comfort to my life since I was a child. Hate will always be deleted without acknowledgement, so by all means, throw a lil tantrum in my inbox while I continue to cultivate good vibes😌💋

🌿 Some of my interests outside of Star Wars & kissing my husband include: practicing yoga, Star Trek, DCSS, ancient Greek historical fiction, creative writing, hiking/camping, singing, and drinking dangerous amounts of caffeine

sideblogs & tags;

positivity/spirituality: @suumcanara

NSFW: @bevika

OG posts+asks: #💬 beskar.txt

OG writing: #✏️ beskawrites.doc

OG art: #🎨 beskart.jpg

positivity: #☀️ good vibes

favorites: #fav

disability: #blind fury posting hours

homeless adventures: nomad tales

imagines n' stuff: #❤️💭 daydreams

music: #🎶 jam sesh

gush posts: #💌

mandalorian culture: #⚔️ oya manda

self-insert: #🪡 bev tag

my love: #🔥 bo tag

ship: #💉💥| BoBev

[bykshre]

We Found Love

charles leclerc x female reader (smau) 1/2

summary: you and charles were meant to be together even if the media, society and his girlfriend criticized you.

trope: childhood friends to lovers, ferrari driver x head strategist , mean gf (no hate to any of charles' gf's, ex or current.)

a/n: i know i know im the worst updater and writer ever (I'm sorry okay 😭 I'm busy and I lose motivation lol)but im back slowly but surely, and this is so new! My first F1 fic aahh :D This is very small, I just needed to get this out (monza took my heart away!) hope y'all like it hehe xx.

Months before MONZA

ursernames

life lately - enjoying the break before it's Monza ❤️‍🔥🌷🌺🌠🪽🥨🍽️🪡⌨️👠💎

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lewishamilton looks like someone had fun!

⤷ ursernames obviously mate 🧉!!

charles_leclerc wannabe artistic ass 😘😻🤡

⤷ ursernames shut up donkey 🐴🫏😊

kikagomez 💫💗

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@Ynniequeenn

I'm surprised Charles isn't spending the vacay with her. Sounds fishy but they still act close 😕. I don't know man.

⤷ @chrshls: people like you suck! get a life.

charles_leclerc

everything is good 🩵

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joristrouche amazing!

ursernames leooo awwww

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pierregasly simba and leo meetup soon? 😂

⤷ charles_leclerc soon!

alexandrasaintmleux amores <3

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ursernames

thank you for the wishes everyone, just took another lap around the earth 🌍 🌷🌺🩵

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formula_1 happy birthday to the best-ever strategist!

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scuderiaferrari buon compleanno stargirl!

⤷ ursernames grazie mille!

charles_leclerc joyeux anniversaire ma meilleure fille

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mlnmarta joyeux anniversaire ma soeur

⤷ usernames 💞💞

oscarpiastri have a great day old lady 🥳

⤷ ursername when i catch you oscar when i bloody catch you! 😵😵

f1wags&insiders

BREAKING 🚨 Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mluex were fighting at a party! Apparently, it was the same birthday party held for Y/N's 27th birthday. What are your thoughts 💭?

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alexfp i just can't stand this anymore! It's clear that something's up with charles 😐

leclecice bro, alex is straight up toxic just admit it she is NOT a paddock queen neither the IT wag ughh 🥱🥱

lestappenfpp time for charles WDC lesgoo

ynstan will charles and yn ever date? they have that CHEMISTRY yk

malenalexx it's definitely something to do with charles

⤷ unknownchaaa smartest alex fan..

ynstrategyss literally how crazy can Alex even get until they fuck up yns birthday party?! seriously i lost my respect for her.

alexandrasaintmluex

🌺🌺 floral vibes 🌺🌺

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alexfp omg our queen 👑!!

foralexa hi alexx i hope you're doing well ❤️‍🩹 you look gorgeous btw 🤩

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kikagomez 💫😵⭐

rebeccadonaldson literally so pretty 🌺🌺

⤷ alexandrasaintmluex says the prettiest!

charlesfanpage charles not in the likes? sus.

leclecicecreammm someone's tryna churn content asap b4 the breakup LOLL

⤷ alexandrasaintmluex you're hilarious. 🥱

ynstrategyss hope y'all okay...

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2 weeks before Monza, at the Ferrari HQ

"Hey, can we talk, please?" Charles asked Yn as the meeting begun to wrap up.

"What do you want, Charles? Does making me look like a fool on my birthday not enough?!" You said very honestly.

"No,no, mon cher, listen to me."

"I'm sorry for whatever Alex caused during your birthday party. I wanted the party to be nice and surrounded by your close friend's and family. I'm regretful I chose to bring Alex as a tag along. She wanted to go and I can't say no anyways."

"What's your point, Charles? I'm tired of this drama. I am." You said,

"Yn, we've been friends since so young, we spent almost every day with eachother, basically inseparable. Maman practically consideres you her the daughter she never had and you're really close to my family and brothers. Even with my exes you had a close bond with them."

"Mhm, that's right I loved your exes." You said slightly smiling,

"Ever since I dated Alex, she.... she liked fame and attention. Even if she didn't show it much. And when she saw us being close and basically just friends, she got mad and jealous. I didn't realise much until you told me when she confronted you."

"She reads a lot of the news, tweets and those tiktok edits of us that is all over social media. She is influenced by them. And I honestly don't get how they consider our bond romantic but not platonic."

"Alex has been fighting a lot with me past few months. We are not close, anymore. Not liked we used to be. She's constantly screaming and I can't stand her anymore."

"Mon ange, whatever happens with you and her, please... just tell me. I saw the texts she sent you and it wasn't pleasant. Why have you been keeping this a secret. Please ange, don't do it anymore."

"I don't know how longer I can sustain this relationship if it continues to be as toxic as this." Charles said earning a pout from you.

" Charlie, I wanted to see you happy with Alex. I'm sorry about what's been happening at home. I'm sorry too.." you said,

" Are we good?"

"Yeah we are, Charlie" you said, earning a tight hug from you best friend.

It's undeniable that you've always liked Charles. He was handsome, he was everything a women could've dreamt of. And obviously you're one of them. You'd never had the chance to confess and you think you'd never will. It's better to blossom a good, sustainable friendship rather than risking it all for a relationship. Your a simple person, you're critical and realistic.

When Alex confronted you about your relationship with Charles, it hit you till the pit of your heart. You begun thinking if you were too clingy or romantic with Charles. You begun distancing yourself from him thinking you were at fault. You did not want to be a homewrecker,ever.

Although Charles confrontation settled a little of your thoughts, you cannot deny the growing feelings for Charles in that heart of yours.

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charles_leclerc

P4. Deluso ma abbiamo dato tutto. Grazie a tutti voi per esserci sempre. E domani, andiamoooooo 😍

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ursername let's get it ✨✨

speedingcharles we counting on u buddy

anthoinetrouchet let's get it ittttttttt aaa

alexandrasaintmluex 💕

ursername

story, 1hr ago

feels great to back in monza! hoping to make tifosi's proud this weekend 🇮🇹 Let's see what we can do with a P4 and P5.

RACE DAY IN MONZA.

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@F1LiveUpdates:

"Lights out at Monza! Charles Leclerc is in the fight for P1, but all eyes are on Ferrari’s strategy today. Y/N calling the shots 👀 #Monza #CharlesLeclerc #Ferrari"

@LeclercFans:

"Y/N on the pit wall, looking like a boss. Monza is hers to win 🔥 #YN #FerrariFam"

Your heart raced as you watched the battle unfold in front of your eyes. Charles was in second, fighting tooth and nail to close the gap on the leader. Your freshly manicured nails hovered over the radio button, ready to call the next move.

The crowd roared in the background, but your focus was razor-sharp. Charles trusted your instincts, and you wasn’t about to let him down.

Y/N (over radio):

"Box, box. Let’s go for the undercut."

Charles

"Copy. Trusting you on this."

The team jumped into action as Charles pitted. Y/N watched with bated breath, hoping the strategy would pay off.

As Charles emerged from the pits, your hands clenched into a fist. The timing was perfect. They had nailed it. It will take time to pass through lando but it'll be worth it. And you knew it.

Y/N (over radio):

"P1. 35 laps ahead. Now hold it. You’ve got this."

The crowd was deafening as the final lap approached. You stood with her arms crossed, staring at the screens, barely blinking. Charles had a three-second lead, but the pressure was immense. Your heart pounded in time with the roar of the engines.

Y/N (over radio):

"Last lap, Charles. Bring it home."

You held her breath as the checkered flag waved and the roar from the grandstands signaled what you'd hoped for.

Charles (over radio):

"We did it! P1! We won, Y/N!"

Bryan (over radio)

"AND P1!"

@F1Live:

"Leclerc takes P1 at Monza! What a race! Ferrari fans are going wild! #CharlesLeclerc #Monza"

@FerrariFans:

"Y/N’s strategy today was perfection. Absolute genius. 🔥 #TeamYN #Ferrari"

@LeclercNation:

"Y/N hugging Charles after that win? Yeah, there’s something there. No one can convince me otherwise. #CharlesAndYN"

charles_leclerc

Siete i numeri 1, Forza Ferrari ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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ursername congrats charliee <3

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⤷ charles_leclerc couldn't done it without you, yn 😘

formula_1 tifosi's pride and joy

lewishamilton enjoy the win mate! great job

oscarpiastri congrats charles!

pascale_leclerc my boy

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⤷charles_leclerc i didnt leave you at the gransdstands this time 😂

ursername

story, 2h ago

FEVER DREAM!! GRAZIE GRAZIE TUTTI MILLE!

@LeclercNation:

"Alexandra needs to chill. Y/N is just doing her job. She’s a strategist, not a homewrecker! #TeamYN"

formula_1

leo meets his papa who just won the italian grand prix! lovely family at sight 🐕🐶🐾

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alexfp ahh the cutiess, though she wasn't here but mah queen is always here to shine

alexandrasaintmluex 😍

lecleccreamss since when did F1 turn into a wag thing. Seriously F1? This content is unnecessary!

alexandramyqueen omg our couple is back yayyy

mimosahater @F1Dramaa post. look at this post.

@F1Drama:

"Rumors are flying that Y/N and Alexandra had a heated argument in the Ferrari garage. How much longer can this triangle last? #CharlesLeclerc #YN"

@FerrariInsider:

"It’s getting messy. Y/N is too professional to get involved, but Alexandra seems to be on edge. #F1Gossip #FerrariDrama"

@LeclercNation:

"Y/N is just trying to do her job, but Alex is clearly feeling threatened. Charles needs to step up. #TeamYN"

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You were packing up in the garage, getting reading to back to the hotel, when Alexandra appeared at the doorway. She looked calm, but there was a fire in her eyes.

"We need to talk." Alex said

You set down your notes, bracing yourself. You replied, "About what?"

"About Charles. About you."

"I’m just doing my job, Alexandra. If you think I’m trying to come between you two, you’re wrong."

Alexandra crossed her arms, stepping closer. "I don’t know if I believe that. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. I’m not stupid!"

Your jaw clenched. "You’re right. You’re not stupid. But you’re also insecure. And that’s not my problem. I’m here because I’m good at what I do, and Charles knows that."

"Insecure?" Alexandra’s voice was laced with venom. "Do you have any idea what it’s like watching him put you before me over and over again?"

"He doesn’t put me before you, Alexandra. He’s just focused on his career. If you can’t handle that, maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe it’s your relationship."

Alexandra stared at you, her expression hardening. "You think you’re so untouchable, don’t you? That because you’re the team strategist, you’re safe. But I see the way you want him."

You took a deep breath, stepping forward. "If you’re so sure about that, then maybe you should talk to Charles instead of blaming me."

"Look here, Charles just won the Italian grandprix. It's a big celebration for team. Let's be happy for the win, instead of bringing this up, now."

"Have a great day, Alexandra" you said and left the paddock without any hesitation.

ursername

thank you bryan, charles, carlos, fred and the team for making this strategy happen! to our biggest supporters, the tifosi ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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lewishamilton absolutely fantastic strategy yn, you made it happen 👑👑

⤷ ursername i absolutely cannot wait for you to get on this team any longer!! tysm lewis, really appreciate it 💕💕💫

charles_leclerc tu as réalisé mon plus grand rêve, merci ma belle stratège, ma meilleure amie bien-aimée 🥇🥇🥳🥳❤️❤️❤️

⤷ ursername you were behind the wheel, you make us all dream mon rêveur, mon soleil 🩷🩷

mlnmarta such a shame i wasn't able to witness this but again, ma petite sœur, tu nous fais tous rêver 🥹

⤷ ursername tu aimes me faire pleurer 🥹❤️

After the Azerbaijan Grand Prix

charles_leclerc

story, 2m ago

Part 2 when?

[zerobaselove]

you're worth it | han yujin

pairing: yujin x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1001

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread!

notes: yujinnnnn!! my little guy ugh he is just so cutie i am so devastated. anyways this was so fun to write as i procrastinate getting ready for work LMAO so i hope y'all like it <3 thank u anon for this idea it was so lovely (i know i didn't go too in depth w the actual sleepover part im SORRYYY)

you didn't consider yourself someone who got nervous particularly easy. especially not when it involved your best friend yujin. everything was easy with him. was. before you had developed a little crush on the boy.

you had done a pretty good job at ignoring the way your heart would speed up when you caught him looking at you, or when your hands brushed when you walked side by side. but you weren't sure if that same ignorance would hold up for tonight, your first sleepover at his place.

it's not a big deal. you repeated in your head. repeating the phrase like a mantra as you approached the door for his dorm. you had met a couple of his roommates in passing but the idea of meeting so many new people definitely didn't help the nerves that bubbled up in your chest.

raising your hand you knocked on the door a few times, the once silent apartment erupted in muffled noises. screams, maybe? you considered, not even having a moment to consider why there would be screaming before the door opened to yujin with a sheepish grin on his face.

you almost didn't notice the swarm of other guys standing in the apartment with wide grins on their faces. some giggling to themselves or whispering, while one you recognized, hanbin, lightly hit them on the arm in an attempt to get them to stop. you couldn't help but giggle at the group of boys, giving them a small wave before greeting yujin.

yujin hadn't realized why you were giggling until he turned around to walk with you into the apartment, letting out a groan, "please just ignore them they're being annoying." he put emphasis on the last word, some of the boys feigning offense, hands over their chests like they had just been betrayed.

"we just wanted to meet your little friend," one said with a wiggle of their eyebrows, "is that so bad?"

yujin let out another huff before reluctantly introducing you to the group. you soon learned the two giggling to each other were gyuvin and gunwook. everyone was so nice and welcoming to you that you immediately felt at ease there. the teasing remarks to yujin also seemed to help as you all laughed together for a bit.

who you remembered to be matthew spoke up as he faced you and yujin, "yujin you're really gonna let them stand there carrying their bags this whole time? not very gentlemanly of you." he shook his head, jokingly wagging his finger as he told him off causing a laugh to leave your chest before you insisted it was okay and that you didn't mind.

"no he's right, you can put your stuff in my room, follow me." yujin smiled shyly, leading you to his bedroom. you both tried to ignore the whistles and whispers from the boys behind you as the door shut behind you both.

yujin sat on his bed with a sigh, "sorry about them, they're a lot." he chuckled. you put your bag at the end of his bed before plopping down next to him.

"don't apologize," you reassured him with a smile, "they're really fun actually, i was more worried if they'd like me or not."

he turned to you with a smile, "oh don't worry, they loved you before you even got here." you let out a relieved sigh before you took a moment to process what he had said, raising an eyebrow.

"yujin," you smirked, holding back a giggle "do you talk about me to them?"

his eyes widened at the accusation, knowing deep down what it implied about his feelings towards you. "well," he brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly, "you see," his voice trailed off.

"so that's a yes?" you giggled, placing your hand on his, "don't worry, i think it's cute." as soon as the word cute left your mouth yujin started stuttering some denial as his eyes darted between you and your hand on his.

watching the way his brain started malfunctioning, you knew you were the only chance of this conversation continuing, so you opened your mouth again, feeling more confident now. "i don't know if you know this jinnie," the nickname rolling off your tongue so naturally, "but i like you, a lot."

you watched as he processed your confession, a wide smile spreading across his face. "oh!" he exclaimed, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart, "i uh," his hand squeezed yours lightly, looking for reassurance, "like you too, also a lot." you giggled at the boy in front of you, his smile becoming infectious, soon mirroring his wide grin.

"well good," you smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek, "now let's head back out there before they start getting the wrong idea." you didn't even give him time to think about the small romantic action before you dragged him up and to his door.

what you weren't expecting as you opened the door was the sight of 8 boys toppling over each other. yujin let out a whine at their antics, "were you guys listening to our whole conversation?" he exclaimed, not even that surprised that they would do such a thing.

"pffft no way! we were just,"gyuvin glanced around the hallway, "uhm," his voice lowered to a whisper, "gunwook help me out."

gunwook perked up, straightening out his tshirt, "we were just expecting the door hinges," he said nonchalantly, "one of them has been squeaking and we were trying to see which one it was." he came up with the excuse so quickly and with such confidence that you almost believed him.

you both laughed as you shook your head and walked past the group of boys, making your way to the kitchen, "you might wanna get used to stuff like that, especially since you'll probably be coming over more." yujin smiled as he grabbed your hand, giving it a light squeeze.

"don't worry yujin, you're worth it."

[amagellaniccloud]

Yandere Ghost x Reader

I originally wanted this as a one-shot but, now it is a short series. I never thought I'd be into the Yandere thing but I got into it after listening to Lana del Rey.

I tried to make this as GN as possible, if I missed something please let me know y'all <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

This series will contain sexually explicit content. If you are a Minor please respect this rule and scroll past and DO NOT ENGAGE WITH NSFW POSTS.

⚠ Warnings ⚠

Stalking, Severe Anxiety, Drugging.

I'll add more warnings as the series progresses

Fic under the Cut

Everyone always talked about that specific feeling, y'know the one, when it feels like you're being watched. You get and endless waves of goosebumps because of it, your brain starts running at 100 miles per hour, every little sound, the snap of a twig, a crack of a soda can, the whistling of the rusted street lamps, puts you on high alert and makes you snap your head back to see if you're clear from danger.

Well, that is exactly what you are feeling right now. You had been feeling this for a week straight. Whenever you would go to work, the store, etc. there would always be that lingering sense of someone's eyes on you. Now it's even worse, even if you go out in your yard, or go to check the mail you'd get that same feeling.

You had brought this concern up to the authorities but, they didn't do much. You thought that maybe you were just imagining it. However, your suspicion of being stalked was yesterday. You had been applying for a new job and had just gotten accepted, today was your first day. When you got home from work that day, a letter was slipped between the crack of your front door.

Congratulations on the new job! Hope this one's better than the last one. █████ █████ was a real bitch, huh, good thing you won't have to deal with him anymore <3

You bolted inside as soon as you read the contents of the letter. This was it, you were gonna die, This person knew where you lived. You just went and sat on the couch, trying to process the situation.

It turned your stomach, it felt like your intestines were rearranging themselves, and, your heartbeat got even slower, and was squeezing inside of yourself with every passing minute.

You were sweaty, so sweaty that your palms had soaked the letter, now the contents of it barely legible.

You decided to crumple up the letter and throw it away, it needed to get out of your sight. You decided to put on some music and go do work around the house, it would be distracting, you thought. You just needed anything to get your mind off of that letter.

It was the next day, you were running on nothing but caffeine. That night, it was as if your body and mind had forgotten how sleep worked. You just could not fall asleep.

You had put on music in your room to get rid of your poisoning thoughts, but every time the music faded, there was silence. A silence so loud that you thought that the clothes on the chair was a man standing in the corner of your room. That caused you to turn on the lights in your room and just lay on your bed, with your eyes wide open.

Maybe it is something that'll just fade with time. The fear instilled within you caused you to not even pay attention in the work meeting and you had to ask your co-workers about it. The work was….. nice. There were people around you, it wasn't loud, but it wasn't silent there. For the First time in almost two weeks, you felt safe.

You decided to do overtime. It would provide you with the sense of security you were oh-soo longing for. You had even gotten in a 45-minute nap. However, all good things must come to an end. You needed to go home. The place you'd never thought you'd dread so much after your teens.

The drive was long, or, it felt long. You stopped at a gas station to buy some beer or maybe a cigarette. The other person shopping in the store caught your eye though. He looked, hot. He was tall, muscular, and had a tattoo sleeve done. You said a simple good evening to him, he replied with the same and went on your merry way. He was really good looking but now's not the time to chase after men, after all, a man may very well be chasing after you right now.

You shook your head as you shivered at that thought. You needed to go home and eat, caffeine isn't gonna last you forever. When you stepped inside your house, you smelt something from the kitchen. It smelled like a freshly baked pizza and made your stomach growl. You were so hungry that you were smelling things that weren't there….. or, were you?.

You went into the kitchen and found exactly that. A Freshly Baked Pizza. Beside it was a note that read;

You shouldn't work overtime on your second day, you'll get burned out. Here, I made something especially for you. Now eat up ok? I didn't see you pack any lunch so you must be starving. <3

No. No no. No NO NO. As you fearfully baked away from that wretched food you bumped into the wall. Or was it a wall?

In what felt like an instant. A large hand grabbed your shoulder and another hand put a cloth over your mouth. You fought against the person holding you, this is not how you wanted to die, but no matter how hard you fought, the person didn't budge. You were starting to lose feeling in your limbs and your eyes were starting to shut on their own. You tried to get one punch in, as a last-ditch effort to be free, but you weren't able to do anything.

The last that you saw was a familiar blonde man, he looked eerily similar to the one at the gas station. You wanted to speak, yell something but couldn't. As your vision got blurry, you couldn't fight anymore and your eyes closed shut. Maybe they'll never open and then you won't have to face the reality that's waiting for you…

[tragedyslut]

“ just one drink, or one hundred ”

i will update my other series' soon. i just need smth new to get my brain working, love yall, hope ur enjoying the ellie series' as much as i am, recommendations + requests always welcome<3

𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑛𝑖, 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐!𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝑒𝑥!𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒.

you and ellie had broken up a few months ago. what came with that was constant calls, texts, and basically any form of contact she could try. you ignored all of them of course and went on with your life.

on this particular night, you had got a tinder date. this wonderful girl, her name was Skylor. she had lovely red hair, and was just gorgeous. you two had agreed to meet up at the local bar just downtown. it brought back many memories of going there with ellie.

you were getting ready, putting your hair into a nice ponytail and wearing your favourite outfit. you were searching for your favourite perfume, and ended up finding it. along with a perfume ellie had gifted you long ago. you'd forgotten about it.

" mm..forgot about this.. " you chuckled to yourself, shoving it back into the drawer before putting your favourite perfume on, and then rushing out the door.

you walked into the bar, sitting down at a chair infront, where your date would easily see you. it jusy happened to be in the center of the bar, where you were easily visible to everyone else.

your date soon arrived, and you two got along really well. you two had bought two rounds already, and were talking, giggling, all that.

unbeknownst to you, ellie was sitting at the other edge of the bar. drink in hand. she stared at you and your date, before waving the bartender over.

" hey, get them another round of whatever their drinking, on my tab. " she said to the bartender, giving him a knowing look. he on the other hand, just nodded. he didn't get payed enough to care.

soon enough, another round was sat infront of you by the bartender.

" girl down their in the flannel payed for another round for y'all. "

you looked over, nearly dying on the spot at you saw ellie smirking at you. for fucks sake. of course it was her. you sighed, laughing it off with your date like you didn't know who the hell ellie was. soon enough, she stepped outside. and you got up, going out to confront her.

" what the fuck are you doing ellie?! " you yelled out to the smaller girl, who was just leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

" just lettin that little date of yours know who you belong to. "

" belong to?! you fucking freak. we've been broken up for months, i ain't yours, or anyone's for that matter! "

ellie just laughed like you were some joke. it made you want to punch her. and to be fair, if you weren't drunk you would've.

" awhh, cmon. we both know she couldn't make you cum. "

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stray. pt.6

joel miller x fem! reader

< previous chapter next chapter >

summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays.., and you don't do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡either ways, i hope y'all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

warnings; eventual +18 content! MINORS DONT INTERACT IN THE CHAPTERS WHERE IT IS IMPLIED IN THE WARNINGS. and smut, mentions of death, possible deaths, blood, fighting, angst, fluff...

warnings for chapter 6; so much fluffffffff, tension, arguing, cursing, kissing, cuddling, ellie being a sweetheart and loving reader…

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

When Ellie woke up it was too early in the morning, sunrise, just when her body started to notice the lack of warmth. Her hands reached out for something, for you, her fingertips meeting nothing more than the cold sheets that once had surrounded you.

She frowned and sat up. The darkness of the salon swallowing her whole and a gust of air coming from your open balcony met her when she stepped outside of the room. Outside was Joel, smoking, probably awake since not long ago.

“She’s gone.” he said, without even looking at her, and her shoulders fell when her suspicions became real.

-

You were gone for three days. Enough time for Ellie to finish reading Alice in Wonderland. You felt as the white rabbit. Always too fast to reach, too quick to disappear and leave her behind…

You closed the door of your apartment, your back aching for the weight on your bag. You sighed when you pushed yourself to your sofa, and oh god, it for once was comfortable.

You left your bag aside and leaned on it. You felt at peace just when Ellie barged in the salon from your room.

“Oh, fuck! You’re alive! Now I owe Joel the sausages of my next breakfast.” she whined, and you rolled your eyes.

“Nice to see you too, brat.”

“Where the hell did you go?” she inquired, a curious expression on her face when she saw you get up and get your back.

“Went looking for this.” you said, getting out of it about five books, some big, some small, and all about the same thing; the space.

Her eyes widened, her heart stopping inside her chest.

“No.” she said, in disbelief.

“Yeah. Went to the library up east, thought you’d like having something more of your liking to read.” you scoffed, feeling awkward. Ellie’s hand were almost shaking when she took them from you. Physics, astronauts, NASA, the universe, the planets and every little star that was known to date before the outbreak… Everything.

“Thank you.” she whispered, shiny eyes still on the books in between your arms. “Thank you so much, y/n.” she smiled at you, and you scratched the back of your neck.

“Yeah, uhm… Whatever kid.” you said, pulling your bag over your shoulder. “I’m gonna go sleep now, alright? Would probably be passed out for a couple of days. Don’t you dare wake me up.” you said before entering Laura’s room and leaving your backpack on the floor. You sighed when one of the paint cans rolled out of it. You took it in between your hands. Black.

You looked up to Laura’s ceiling, and sighed.

“Well shit.”

-

Your body was covered in sweat, and your muscles ached and burned with every new punch you gave to the speed bag.

It was dark at night, no soul on the streets, everybody fast asleep. Everyone except for you. Your mind was clearly a mess, and your eyes were unable to close. Training always helped you with the fear that you always felt, but this time it was stronger, and none of your punches or kicks could make it go away, beat it out of yourself.

All of this scares you shitless. The things you’d found lately doing, the person that lied stuck into your head like the roots of your hair…

Every time you closed your eyes there was him, him and his stupid hair, and his stupid brown shiny eyes, his voice, his warmth and his smell.

You wanted it all out of your head, him out of your head.

You turned around when you heard footsteps at your back, and for a moment, you were in a dream. You had to be.

“You’re back.” Joel was resting against the threshold of the door to the training salon where you boxed and boxed everyday to get stronger, rougher…

There was this silence. This unspoken tension in between the two of you that begged you to lose yourself, to ignore the warnings from your head.

He couldn’t help but take you in, with rosy cheeks and shiny flushed skin, hair wet on a high ponytail.

He was like a ghost, a ghost that you couldn’t scape from, that haunted you when awake and asleep.

“Joel…” you muttered his name, and he stepped inside the room. The air around you seemed to instantly weight down on your shoulders even harder.

You couldn’t scape from him, couldn’t scape from it all, right?

“You look good.” and by that he meant that you didn’t look hurt, not like the last time. That was good.

“I know my ways.” you shrugged, and balanced the bag, that had been swaying due to your last punch. He looked at you, and you looked at him. There was it again.

“Ellie showed me the books.” he said, and your eyes darted away.

You shrugged, trying to hide your true intentions.

“Needed to go for some things to the next town and found them.” you explained, the silence in between the two of you feeling like stone over stone, a tall wall.

“You do that a lot.” he said, and your breath hitched when he took a couple of steps closer, facing you. You could almost feel his warmth fill the air around you.

“What?” you inquired, and he was looking down at you, his head cocked slightly to the side as one of his hand reached out for you, for a lock of hair that had fallen on your forehead. You shivered when he pushed it away, his fingertips like electricity against your skin.

“Run away.” he answers, and you fell silent, until you could make the words stuck on your chest leave your lips.

“I don’t run away, Joel.” you spat, and pushed his touch away, but he just simply took your wrist, his grip soft against your skin. It burned.

“Oh but you do. You’re doing it right now.” he whispered, and your body froze. He was so close it was hard to breath.

You squinted your eyes, and in a quick movement you had pinned him to the floor, your hips straddling his, his hands on each side of his head. You felt like burning on a fire place, like snow melting under the sun, like a fire cracker being light up. You felt like giving in, like making your head stop whispering your fears, to stop the clock and freeze the time, to give into his eyes and lose yourself on his touch, on how he spoke, on how he felt…

“I’m not a coward.” you muttered, anger dripping from your lips, your eyes hard as a glaciar, but Joel was like the apocalypse, was like the unstoppable rising of global warming, and you were falling apart, melting.

Your breath left your lungs when you found yourself pinned below him, one of his hands harshly pinning your wrists to the floor, one of his legs in between your own and his weight on top of you to make you stay still. You were trapped. But had you ever been free?

“Then stop running.” he whispered, and your heart pushed harder against your ribs. His eyes were on you and solely you, his face just mere inches away. “Please stop running from me.” he muttered, and your eyes fell to his lips, to his healing cut, to his tongue dampening them. xxx

“I can’t.” you whispered back, but you were moving closer, giving in. It was unstoppable, you were drunk on his skin already. Addicted to the possibility of him. “I shouldn’t.” you said, and Joel’s grip on your wrists faltered, your voice sending chills down his body.

But now his lips were brushing yours, and your body was arching for his touch. Your mind was dead silent, as if he was the answer to all the questions, to all the doubts, as if he was the only thing that could make your world stop spinning, stop hurting.

His lips felt like stepping in heaven, like finding water in a desert, like being able to eat for the first time after starving for weeks…

He quickly let go of your hands to capture your waist, your own digging in his grayish hair. You were like gasoline. And he was a lighter. You were too gone to think about the disaster, about the fire.

He groaned against your lips when you pulled from his hair, pushing him harder against you, opening your mouth for him. He was quick to give it to you, pulling from you so you could straddle his lap once again, sitting softly on his strong and thick thighs.

“Joel…” you whispered against your lips, your mind screaming for you to run away the moment you pulled away to catch your breath, but he was nipping at your neck, and your body was consumed in electricity. He must have seen that look in your eyes, ‘cause he was quick to act.

“Don’t run from me.” he pulled you back to his lips, his arms surrounding your body to press you impossibly closer to his chest. It was an indescribable feeling, to have you this close, to taste the sweetness of your mouth, to tell your heartbeat against his…

And that’s when you noticed that you’d had it wrong this whole time, ‘cause truth was that you couldn’t. You couldn’t run away from him anymore. Not ever.

You melted in his arms.

“I’m right here.” he promised, muting all the warnings in your mind. And for once, you believed him. Ignored them. ‘Cause he was kissing you as if the world was ending, when in reality it was starting for you once again.

-

“Okay. Close your eyes. Don’t you dare fucking look.”

“I won’t.” Ellie groaned as you pulled from her through the salon.

“Good ‘cause then I’ll kill you.” you threatened her, opening the door at your back and dragging her in. You turned on the lights to Laura’s room, room which you hadn’t let anybody stepped into for days on end, until now. “Okay…” you said, your breath shaky and shallow. You were nervous. Terrified. You’d finally finished it. There were still bits of paint on your hands. “You can…, look.” you said, slowly. And Ellie at the same pace pulled her hands away from her face and opened her eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat, her lips parted in a breath.

You were looking at her, staring at the ceiling, her shiny eyes sparking with the stars you had drawn all over it, the colors of the space, the little constellations drawn by hand. By your hands…

“I was thinking you could… Stay here. Larry seemed to have taken a liking to the two of you and…” you took a deep breath in, her eyes now on you. “I want you to stay.” you muttered, your gut growing in knots. “You don’t have to. I was thinking that you could use this room and… Since you told me you liked the stars and the space so much I went to that town where I got your books and…” you were babbling, unable to stop talking when suddenly she was hugging you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Thank you.” there were tears brimming her eyes, and she was clinging to you as if you were the last anchor to this cruel world. “Thank you.” she repeated, and even if your arms were shaking you hugged her back.

“I get that as I ‘yes, and thank you for the drawing, I love it’?” you sarcastically played it off, trying to lighten the weight of the situation. It was suddenly too much, but not enough at the same time. It felt nice. To have somebody to look for again, to love again.

“Yes. I love it.” she repeated, and she smiled at you, letting you go and looking once again at the ceiling. “But what about Laura… This is her room.” she whispers, careful, softly…

“I’m sure she won’t mind sharing it with a brat as cool as you.” you said, and her smile only grew even more. You let out a laughter when she only came back to your arms, her head resting on your chest. “Okay, kid. Enough of that.” you played, pushing her away.

“Can I keep her drawings? I like watching them.” she pointed at Laura’s sketches, still hanging on the walls.

“Of course.” you smiled, the air around you feeling somehow warmer.

“Oh, and y/n?” she suddenly called out for you, your eyes back to her.

“Yeah?”

“Could you teach me how to draw?” she inquired, and you couldn’t help the huge smile that softened your face.

“Yeah.”

-

Things between you and Joel were silent. Dead silent. Since that kiss… Since those eyes had begged you to stop running away from him… You hadn’t even be able to look at him, ‘cause you knew that the moment you would, you wouldn’t be able to stop the dam that captured all your feelings to fly open.

You were smoking on your balcony when you heard him close the door to your apartment. It was late at night, and Ellie was sleeping in her now room. With charcoal all over her face since she had stayed up late while you taught her how to draw the anatomy of the human body.

You were on your fifth now, and your body was begging you for even more. Now that you could feel his presence, hear his steps getting closer…

You felt like pray. Like a rabbit trying to run away from a wolf.

He sat by your side, and the gravity pulling you down on your seat seemed to increase.

You took a drag of your cigarette, and when you heard his own sizzling you couldn’t help your eyes to drift towards him, towards the bear on his jaw and chin, the mustache rimming his lips, the hard lines of his face, his nose, his eyes, his eyebrows, his hair, his neck, his chest…

“It’s rude to stare so much.” he casually said, and you looked away as fast as you could, harshly swallowing. That’s when you felt his index finger and thumb took your chin to make you look at him once again. “Did I tell you to stop?” he muttered, and you looked into his brown eyes, he was now closer, his thumb caressing your chin. “You keep trying to hide from me.” he said, and you sighed when he pressed against your bottom lip, his eyes taking you in. “Trying to act like you can’t feel how much I want you. How much I want to kiss you right now.”

“Joel…” you called out for him, but your next words got swallowed by his lips when he kissed you. Your eyes closed as you leaned in it, your arms surrounding his neck.

“You’ve saved me. Multiple times. You still save me everyday.” he whispers against your lips, and there are goosebumps creeping up your skin when his fingers trailed down your neck, softly, mere fingertips against your skin. “Let me save you.” he begged, and your heart ached. ‘Cause you liked him. You liked Joel Miller. And there was no turning back from that fact, not if you were scared you’d lose him too, scared of your heart breaking again. Your eyes were watering, and his were beautiful. “Can I kiss you, y/n? Can I hold you?” he inquired, mere centimeters separating you two.

And when you nodded, he didn’t waste time to surround you with his strong and warm arms, your cigarettes long abandoned and forgotten on top of the balcony table.

You could taste the remains on his lips, taste his need to keep you close, to love you.

“Joel…” you cried out when he kissed you softly, so softly it was ripping you apart. So softly it was leaving you naked in front of him, freeing you of all the walls you had surrounded yourself with.

“You’re beautiful.” he muttered against your lips, and you swore you could die when his mouth left soft pecks all over your face.

“Please don’t leave.” you whispered in between his hands as he cupped your face, kissing your forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I promise.”

And he repeated it over and over again as he carried you to your bed, where he laid you and pulled you flush against his chest, holding you like you didn’t know you needed to be held. “I promise.”

Joel was gluing all your broken parts back together.

-

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Is this what I should be writing? No. Is it what my brain has become obsessed with? Yes. 😅😂 SO, my friend and I have been playing Baldur's Gate 3 and last week she just sent me a piece of fanart for Enver Gortash and a The Dark Urge Tav. She wrote me an essay about how a story about these two and their tragic pasts and sexy chemistry and eventual love affair and angst was just so perfect and blah blah blah. No big deal, right? WRONG! WRONG! Because now it's stuck in my head and I've been writing long ass blurbs for a fic that I did not have planned whilst I'm supposed to be writing like 2 other things right now! 🤣 Well, anyway, here this is because *looks at script my friend wrote out for me* "I'm the boss (writer) and I can do (write) whatever I want" 🧍‍♀️. Let me know if y'all enjoy this because boy oh boy do I have more (it's literally turning into ANOTHER 20 plus chapter series). Thanks for the brain rot you bitch (said lovingly), I hope you enjoy the tiny peek into the fic you want so badly!

The glinting steel reflected the vision of pale skin - skin I wanted nothing more than to slice open. The man made a slight, quiet noise. It wasn’t one I usually heard when about to take a life. Everyone else was always babbling, clearly terrified to die, but he seemed to be bored… annoyed. I admired the way the chilled, freshly sharpened blade kissed his neck so nicely before his hands finally stopped their intricate movements, and he slowly settled back against his chair. "We have to stop meeting like this."

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat."

"It'd be such a waste of a pretty neck," he joked. I pulled the blade back more, nearly cutting the tender flesh he seemed so fond of. He made some noise of protest and quickly added, "As well as a waste of a powerful ally."

The laugh that bubbled out of my throat was unexpected. It'd been so long since I'd laughed. Surely he was joking. I kept the knife steady as I stepped out from behind the chair and truly examined him. He was fit enough, with strong arms and a well-toned physique with a power that surrounded him as well, but it was but a simmer... A meager fountain in some garden compared to the power I'd witnessed. He grinned beneath my gaze. "See something you like, assassin?"

"If you're so powerful, then why is it me that holds your life in my hands?" I asked, with an arched brow.

"It would be rude of me to interrupt. You are doing such a lovely job with all these vague threats."

"You'd risk your life on some self-imposed manners?"

He rolled his eyes. "You aren't going to kill me."

I grinned at his boldness. "No?" Pressing the dagger down I made sure to draw blood this time. The sight of it made my mouth go dry, anticipation humming through me. "You would make a pretty corpse."

"I've no doubts about that," he agreed with barely a flinch. "But, if you'd intended for me to die, I suspect I would have been dead weeks ago when you first paid me a visit."

His words - those cursed words he'd uttered the first time my blade touched his throat rang in my ears. "You're beautiful."

A chill, a fragment of a feeling, crawled up my spine, and the dark urge to bleed him dry went quiet. Slowly I withdrew my blade, leaning back to sit on his table, not caring if his papers smudged. "What do you want, slaver?"

The man's lips curled up into a snarl at the term, but he quickly tempered himself. "An alliance."

"And what exactly are we allying against?" I questioned with a hum. "We don't exactly run in the same circles."

"We are far more similar than you think, Bhaalspawn."

My blade twisted in between my fingers as I shoved forward and dug it into the back of the chair, just an inch shy of his face. Baring my teeth I let out a low growl. "Who told you what I am?"

The man smiled, not at all deterred by my blade nor my voice. "No one. I knew what you were the moment I saw you." He leaned forward, so close our noses nearly touched. "You'll want to keep that secret close though."

"Bold of you to threaten me,” I complimented with a slight raise of my brow.

"Oh, it's not a threat," he corrected. "Simply some advice from one worshiper to another."

"You worship Bhaal?"

"Gods no," he scoffed. "Murder doesn't exactly fit my particular skill set. Besides, these silks are far too fine a fabric to stain with all that blood. No, I prefer power... Status... Tyranny."

I rolled my eyes with a quiet scoff of my own. "A disciple of Bane then. How fitting for a cocksure man."

His head tilted slightly, eyes dragging down the length of me as I leaned back into the table. "I'm certain we'll have plenty of time to explore how cocksure I am whilst we work together."

"I haven't agreed to work with you yet."

"Yes you have," he replied, confident and unwavering. "You see the potential in such an alliance. Two dark gods are more powerful together than one alone. United we could do so much more."

With a quiet hum I regarded his words carefully. He held some semblance of truth in his statement. Bhaal was not as strong as he once was, his worship and power long declined. Uniting, even if just for a short time, with another Chosen could prove to be useful in achieving both our goals. There was something in me that stirred beneath the man's steady, unflinching gaze... Something warm and foreign. Once again his first words to me filled my mind. "You're beautiful."

Reaching forward I pulled my blade from the wood and pointed it at his neck again. "Get rid of the flyers or the next time we meet my blade will bury itself in your throat."

"Does that mean you accept?" He questioned with almost a giddy smirk.

"It means I'll consider it." 

I wearily watched him rise to his feet, towering over me. "How shall I summon you again?"

My jaw clenched. "You do not summon me. If the Temple of Bhaal agrees to participate in this plot of yours I shall find you."

"And if not?"

"Then I will still find you, and I will kill you."

"Splendid," he mocked with a clever bow. "I, Enver Gortash, shall eagerly await your return."

"The flyers," I reminded, stepping around him to move back toward the window.

His boots scuffed against the floor, the boards creaking beneath his weight. "What shall I call you? Assassin? Or your moniker perhaps? What was it... The Dark Urge." The man, Gortash, made a displeased noise. "I'd much prefer your name if it's all the same to you."

I should have left - I had every intention just to leave, and yet my steps halted. The chilled breeze from the cracked window brought goosebumps to my arms, every hair rising on end from the cold or perhaps from the sudden and odd anticipation that filled me. I turned my head to the side, eyes slyly glancing at him as the soft whisper of the name... My name rolled off my tongue. "Remora."

Gortash smiled. It was different from the others... Softer... Genuine. The sight of it sent a sharp sensation through my chest before it vanished, and he teasingly bowed again. "I await your swift return, Remora."

Shaking off the weight of those unknown feelings I climbed through the window and leapt into the dark night. Loose shingles shifted beneath my light steps as I hurried across the rooftop. The wind stung my cheeks and threatened to pull my hood from my head as I slowed and looked back at the window. I could barely make out the shape of him standing there, looking out into the night as if he could still see me. A frustrated bubble of annoyance finally burst within me and made me want to groan as I quickly realized he was right.

I had already decided to join him.

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from. hat-guy (@the-wanderer-official) What a *wonderful* year you've spent annoying me. It was so special, I don't think we will need any more ever again, so I think it's time to return to your knitting or old lady ramblings. In the gift below I have enclosed a few mora to tide you by as Haravatat slowly falls apart from it's lack of funding. I hope you enjoy finding a new job that will hire someone as old as you. Sincerely with annoyance, the wanderer.

"Hey! Hat Guy.. I think you've perhaps forgotten that i can read all these messages. I told you to at least TRY to be nicer."

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:> said: STAY SILLY GUYS!!!!!! BE SKRUNKLY AND AWESOME TOO BUT I KNOW Y'ALL WILL DO THAT ANYWAYS

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from. madame faruzan (@faruzan-official) Lesser Lord Kusanali, I give you a cookie. You are a wonderful archon. Hat Guy, may you die in the trenches. @autistic-alhaitham, I am telling you. You meowed at me. You cannot fool the one and only Madame Faruzan. Kaveh, youngster, stay as you are. You are wonderful for someone coming from the loathed Darshan of Ksharewar. @niloupalata you as well are pleasant, truly. And to the lot of you, happy holidays. Except Hat Guy. I hope your holidays are the worst.

"Awh! Many thanks, Madame Faruzan for the cookie. ..But you too. Watch your words. I told you both to be nice or I'd suspend you from "

from. Adi @adi-cat-anon Happy Holidays, and best wishes for the new year! I'm glad I got to meet you all.

from. dunyarzad^^ (@dunyarzad-official) Ohhh!!! Lesser Lord Kusanali!!! You have been such a nice archon!! You really were the one thing keeping me alive back when I was despairing through my Eleazar!! Thank you so much! And now that I've recovered, I can finally go around on my own and since the new year is rolling around, I'd love to take the opportunity to make new friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"It's nothing, Miss Dunyarzad. I'm glad I could help! Happy Holidays to you!"

from. kaveh (@kaveh-official) haitham please decrease my rent

from. Candace. (@candace-official) Have a happy holidays, everyone.

from. hat guy (notable message of shame above)

from. love anon (@l0ve-anon) Yall better be ready to see chaos. I will bring it to someone so be ready /pos (bringing up my flirting game)

"I.. I don't know who you are but I do suppose you have a happy holidays? Please try to refrain from causing too much of a major ruckus in Sumeru, though. :3"

from. zzz anon make sure y'all slept before Christmas

from. Bard (@namelessbard-official <-i believe? correct me if I'm wrong!) Venti(@venti-official)--I love you and I'm so proud of you <3 carry on my litle elf!

from. Fang, Annie (@the-chaos-siblings) Fang: Merry chrisler! Annie: Merry Christmas!

from. Cyno (@general-mahamatra-cyno-official) Merry Christmas. Where does Santa keep his coat during the year? The Claus-et.

"What a wonderful joke from the General Mahamatra! Hehe!"

test tube said: I genuinely cannot see whatever i picked god help me Merry Christmas if we open these on Christmas Day then I am currently suffering at a party I was forced to go to aaaaaaaaaaaaa

"Oh.. : ( I'm sorry! I hope you'll at least have fun at that party to some extent."

from. the Doctor (@dottore-official) I was told to leave a note if i wanted more funds, so happy holidays I suppose.

from. Zandik (@zandik-official) What is this for..? Even though I don't know, here. Take this. +1 Gears acquired.

from. Sohreh!! (@sohreh-official) Happy Holidays!! Oh, this is so exciting! I wonder who will get this card... I don't know, but to however gets this, have a happy holiday season!

from. layla (@layla-official) Hot coffee everyone?.. I can mix it with chocolate if caffeine isn't to your liking.

from. Tighnari (@fennec-tighnari-official) happy holidays to you all! and please no one get injured, I'm not dealing with this during the holidays.

from. Hydro!Kaveh (@hydro-eidolon-kaveh-official) Hello! I'm sure most of you are in my memories somewhere, but I'd like to let you all know that you are in my thoughts around this special time of year! My Haitham told me a little bit about the holidays and what they mean, but I'm definitely still a little lost on the fact. Otherwise, I know it is a time to decorate a tree and appreciate those that you love, and I want you to know that I love each and every one of you! (I think) Have the best holidays ever!

"Awh! May you have the best holidays ever too!!"

from. serendipityanon (@serendipity-anon) Hello all, I've knitted quilts for each and every one of you in a different color! I'll put them under the tree as well~ I have several pots of tea to share with everybody, and of course I brought fairy lights! Everyone has to take a set home to decorate their home~ I hope everybody has a wonderful day and and incredible holiday season! Love, serendipity-anon

from. collei (@collei-official) Happy holidays to everyone !! :D from. webttore (@webttore-official) I don't know why I'm here ig I'm from Sumeru? But I'm in Mondstadt rn. Anyways I'm gonna steal gifts and kick kids -Webttore

"Get out. We do not condone that here that is not holiday cheer."

from. Xinyan (@xinyan-official) Wherever Yoimiya (@yoimiya-official) has disappeared to, I hope she's doing well.

"Everyone have a happy holidays! From the Goddess of Wisdom and the rest of Sumeru! Directed at not just the people of Sumeru, but truly everyone out there!!"

[mooodyblue]

Okay, here's a request idea; Elvis gets stopped by some press members and fans outside Graceland while reader is with him. Reader was big (though feeling fuzzy), but some of the fans start yelling mean things at her because she's with him. The stress causes reader to slip into babyspace and have an accident, causing some of the others to start laughing, and Elvis has to swoop in and protect them? Thank you!

hope u enjoy!! ty for the request <3 accidentally deleted this whole thing and almost cried LOL thank god for undo!!!!

wc: 966

masterlist

elvis had returned from a meeting when he noticed the crowd of people in front of the gates. news had recently got out about his new relationship with you, which had been ongoing for a few months now. normally the gates would be bombarded with fans hoping to catch a glimpse of the king himself, but this time it was a mixture of both fans and the press.

but he was too nice. maybe too giving. he always stopped to speak with everyone no matter the time of day, if he wasn't able to come outside, he'd sign autographs and have one of his mafia friends pass them out and send them home.

he stopped in front of the gates as they opened, waving a hand to everyone before driving right in, the gates closing behind him quickly.

you gave elvis a warm smile as he wandered into his home, letting out a sigh. “goddamn, they just won't let up, will they?” he pulled you to his side, placing a kiss to your temple. “missed ya. you doin’ okay today?”

“mhm.” you nodded. “you should go talk to them. they won't go unless you do.”

he glanced out the window, hands on his hips. “you wanna come with?”

“um…” you had no issue dating elvis. in fact, you opened up to him about being little quite early on in the relationship. you'd accidentally slipped after something had triggered your brain, elvis didn't quite understand till you explained it the next day. your biggest concern was how fans would take him dating you, how they lost their chance at dating elvis presley. you'd be judged and hated by so many girls, it's the risks you have to take when dating elvis in the first place and you knew it.

he turned to you, cupping your cheeks. “you don't have to.” he said softly.

“no…” you sighed. “it's okay.”

he smiled at you, “my big girl.” you winced at the sudden name, the anxiety of it all already making your head cloudy and warm. he gestured at lamar that he'd be going to the gates with you by his side, needing his protection as usual.

with an arm around your shoulder, he walked you down to the gates. “evenin’” he smiled to everyone on the other side.

he went straight to signing autographs while you stood there close to him, lamar keeping a close eye of the two of you. elvis made conversation–talking about upcoming shows, the fans that saw him recently and about his music. the press barged their way in, asking about you. he ignored all questions from them. really, you were just there for moral support. but he also just liked to show you off.

“we don't want her here!” a fan yelled suddenly.

“well, that ain't very nice.” elvis muttered, signing someone’s record.

“should i leave?” you asked, panicked but keeping it under control.

“nah–they'll get over it.” he shrugged, going back to talking to one of the nicer fans in the front.

the commotion got worse, more fans started mumbling and whispering about you. the press wouldn't stop asking about you either. it was starting to get to you more and more each second, that cloudy feeling from before starting to go fuzzy. you gulped, tugging at elvis’s arm. it was happening again. “elvis, i-”

“hold on, baby.” he said quickly, signing more autographs.

your eyes moved across the crowd, nervously picking at your nails. then another fan started yelling at you for trying to pull elvis away, calling you spoiled amongst many other derogatory things. “n-not spoiled. ‘m sorry. i-”

“guys, that's enough. no more, i ain't signing anything else if y'all are gonna act like that.” he scoffed handing the pen back.

while standing behind elvis, you felt yourself begin to tremble, shaking slightly and pleading for elvis to take you back inside the house. it wasn't until laughter began to erupt from a few fans in the front, pointing at you and whispering to their friends.

elvis turned to you, his eyes full of worry as he glanced down, noticing a small trickle falling from under your dress. “okay–that's enough. get ‘em out of here.” he pointed at lamar and back at the crowd while he took his coat off, covering your bottom half and tying it around your waist as tears began to pool. “you're okay, honey. it's all alright. just a lil’ accident, that's all.” he rubbed your shoulder as he walked you back down to the house.

accidents weren't something you thought you or elvis would have to deal with, this was truly a first for you and you were mortified especially since you did it in front of a group of people. you wanted to apologize over and over again, but nothing was coming out of your mouth except babbles and constant stammering.

he didn't know what was going on, but he knew he needed to get you inside and changed quickly. elvis brought you to his bedroom, getting you clean clothes and some wipes. “gonna be just fine, sweetheart.”

you sniffled as he helped you change, wiping you clean and putting you in clean clothes. he sat you down on his lap, wiping your face with a tissue. “hey, you're safe now. it's just me.” he cooed, bouncing you gently on his knee. “baby, how old are you right now?” he asked. it was something he never asked, but with your behavior and lack of communication he was worried.

there was no response from you, having him even more concerned. he picked up one of your hands, “can you show me?” he asked again, only for you to stick your fingers in your mouth. he chuckled, “i guess not. that's okay. we’ll figure it out.”

[oreharuuu]

éta ritual (3)

Summary: Everything's going well in your life, it's actually a miracle. With new work and a new neighbor, what could go wrong?

Warnings: none

A/N: woop woop! Pt. 3! It's a bit longer than the previous ones but hope y'all like it

Thankfully because it's exam week, you're mind is kept away from the experience you had a few weeks ago. Hyein bursted into tears when you said the demons were here, which is kinda your fault. You tried to console her and promising that if something happens again then you'll both move out for the meantime.

You took a sip from your hot chocolate, humming in delight as you moved around people to exit the small cafe near your university. University is already opened, and seemingly everyone tried to ignore the murder that happened. You didn't blame them, it's exam week after all.

But with a budget of two university students, you can't really spend too much on that kinda stuff. So it's relieving that nothing happened after that.

Hyein moved back to her apartment, calling you every now and then to inform you that nothing bad happened. You could see how happy and relaxed she's become, already focusing on her studies and hanging out with you when there's time.

Jieun...is another story.

You've bumped into her at university and usually she's with Kim. Which id weird. But it annoys you when whenever you tried to talk with her, she storms off with Kim. Your texts asking her about where she is hadn't been sent, which means that either she blocks you or she changed her phone number. Hyein's on the same boat as you, so you both decided to just stop trying. It's not what friends are supposed to do, but it gets tiring when all Jieun does is ignore you both.

So you both moved on with your lives.

You got a part-time job at the library near university. You're happy with it, it's very calming and you could do your work with minimal interaction. Your manager, Suho, is a nice man. He tends to worry about you and your coworker, Mark a lot when you're both looking dead from all the assignments.

Mark and you got along well. Turns out he's in the music department, so you guys could meet up in the cafeteria to eat lunch together.

Overall you could say your life was slowly getting better.

You entered the building, going up the stairs as you scroll through your phone while sipping your drink. You didn't pay attention to your surroundings because the next thing, you're crashing into a hard wall.

Or a chest that feels like a hard wall.

"Ouch," You yelp as the hot cocoa splashes on your hand. Looking up you see a blonde man grimacing about the wet spot on his shirt.

"Oh my—I'm so sorry! I didn't pay attention and now—"

"Woah, it's alright. Just a small accident," The man smiled at you before inspecting the wet patch on his shirt. "Damn, too bad it's my favorite shirt though."

"Really, I'm so sorry. There's a laundry mat near here, I could wash the shirt if you want?"

He shook his head. "No, it's alright. How about you treat me some coffee later though?"

You tilted your head at him, your face filled with confusion. You've never met this man before. He is handsome though. Sharp eyes like a cat, his body is what Hyein would call a 'triangle', big shoulders and small waist.

"Ah! Sorry, didn't introduce myself first. I'm Choi San, I just moved here. Apartment 8A?"

You hummed as you nodded. "Oh, wow. We're actually neighbors."

"Really?"

"Yeah! Guess it's fate we're meeting then. Well, under bad circumstances," You sheepishly smiled.

"Hmm, guess it's fate indeed," He smirks. He brushes his hair back and you tried to not your gaze wander to his muscles, hitting yourself mentally to stay focused on his face. He chuckles lowly before looking back at you.

"What wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing, just heard something funny," He answered but you didn't hear anything, glancing around if anyone's near you.

"Anyways, I'm new here. I want you to show me the neighborhood. Can't really go on with my day without coffee."

"Same. You're in university right?" You asked as the both of walked upstairs together, noticing how close he is or shivering when your skin made contact with his.

San shrugged. "No, I'm...working actually. Got a new job offer, that's why I moved here."

"Woah, that's so cool. Good luck on your new job," You smiled.

You both talked and made plans together, exchanging phone numbers so you could talk more. He hugged you goodbye, which was surprising but you hugged back. You thought you heard something falling inside his apartment, so you glanced inside from the open doof.

"Uh, did something just fell?"

"Hmm? I don't think so," He smirks as he looked back. "Must be your imagination."

You hummed before walking to your apartment. "Well, I'm beat. Wanna rest first before I start my work this afternoon."

"Oh? You're working? Where?"

You laugh awkwardly, confused as to why San's voice became tense. Not just tense, but you notice a hint of surprise. "Of course, I'm a university student. Gotta work to make some money, you know? And I'm working at the library. Small pay but it's good overall."

"Interesting," He mumbled, glancing back to his apartment before smiling. "Well, I got to unpack a few of my stuff. I'll text if to meet up for coffee, alright?"

"Sure, bye San," You smiled before closing your door. Sighing you threw your bag and ruffled your hair. Must you always embarrassed yourself when a hot dude is near you.

You threw away the already cold cocoa, and laid down on the sofa. Scrolling through your phone, you laughed softly when Mark asked if you're working today. Sending a reply, you decided to just take a nap before working. Setting an alarm, you threw away your phone at the coffee table before closing your eyes.

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"And then, can you believe this dude just swerves past me? I almost died!" Mark huffed as he rearranged another book, you humming in acknowledgement before passing him another one.

It's a slow day, not too many people came by. Suho's bussy attending a few university students who came by asking for a few books. He assigned both you and Mark to organize books, an easy task which you'll gladly take then trying to calm down screaming children.

"You're okay though, right? Oh, sorry. I meant your bike."

Mark scoffs. "Rude. But yeah, we're both fine. Just some snobbish dude with a fancy car that doesn't care about the safety of another human being! Me!"

"Yeah, you," You smiled. Noticing no more books, you stood up and tapped Mark. "Hey, there's more books at the back right?"

"Yeah. Not to many, like maybe ten more."

"I'll grab it," You groaned as you cracked your back, walking away from Mark with the cart rolling. You smiled at the few people passing by, nodding your head before entering the small room in the back.

You've always hated the room, it's dark and smelly. The lights don't work like they used too, so it likes to flicker on and off. You huffed as you entered the room, coughing at the dusts in the air before looking around for the pile of books.

Grabbing a few of them before placing them on the cart, you accidentally knocked over a few books.

"Damn it," You frowned before kneeling on the ground. Grabbing the books, you felt someone standing behind you but they made no effort to talk. So you assume it's Mark.

"Mark, buddy. Help me, you're getting paid to do your job. Not just stand around."

No answer.

You don't want to turn back, brushing your hands on your pants from the dirt and dust. "Gross. Mark! Come help me."

Still no answer.

Your heart's now beating faster, almost bursting through your chest. You stopped arranging the books, slowly placing them on your knees before exhaling.

"Mark? That is you, right?"

Silence was the only answer you got, so you closed your eyes and tried to even your breathing to stay calm.

"I'm sorry, sweetness. But you got the wrong person."

What the fuck?

What the actual fuck?

"Wha—Who are you?" You whispered.

The man hummed as he walked closer to you, making you curl yourself even more, trying to actively disappear from him. You felt his presence only a few steps behind you, panicking internally when you notice how big and looming his shadow is.

"I have many names, known for many of them. But you don't need to worry, not now."

Closing your eyes you took a big breath before asking him the big question.

"You're the demon, are you?"

"Correct," He purred, sending shivers down your spine. "But it's not only demon, sweetheart. It's demons."

Ah, that's why his voice is different from your first encounter.

"I'm sorry for intruding you on your work, but I have to for your safety, dearest."

Your mind short circuit on his words. "Huh? What do you mean safety? I'm perfectly safe here."

He hummed. Now you noticed how melodic and soft his voice is, almost lulling you to sleep. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Your friend, Jieun. I believe she's—"

"What? What about Jieun?" You turned fast towards him, holding back a gasp from the sight of the man. He was...painfully beautiful. Pink hair, pouty lips, and alluring eyes. His body is lean yet strong, wearing clothes something a royal would wear.

"Uh, so—what happened to Jieun?" You stammered as you walk backwards.

His shocked gaze turned soft, smiling softly before walking towards you. Humming as he brushed your hair away from your face, you hold his gaze as he sighed softly.

"Her erratic behavior is increasing by the day, have you noticed?"

"No," You frowned. "We don't talk anymore after our encounter at the library—wait, why am I even telling you this?"

"I don't know. You tell me," The man softly laughs, fixing your clothes you assume to look more presentable after working for about three hours. "He may have gone too far now. He's only playing with her in the meantime, but it's safe to say she took the bait to seriously."

"He? Who's he?"

"And also because...a certain someone pushing her to the brink of delusion."

You hold up your hands as your head grew more confused. "What? Dude, I don't even know what you're talking about right now? Who's he? Is he the one pushing Jieun?"

The man frowned. "Don't call me 'dude', my love," He tuts.

"You're avoiding my question," You glared at him.

The man opened his mouth only for it to be shut as his gaze turned blank, looking like she shut down. He scoffs before looking back at you, pinching your cheeks with a coo.

"I'm sorry, my love. I must be going now. But fret not, we're always much closer than you think."

He leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, making you yelp in surprise. With a blink, the man disappears from your sight.

[cutiedwaekki]

santa ? ♡

—jack frost coming for y'all , run , run

Changbin x Felix

summary : Changbin doesn't belive in chrismas in general , to remedy this he received a very particular punishment

contain : magic weight gain ; not consented weight gain ; slightly denial ; fluff ; felix being a total simp ; idk how to tag it

enjoy ♡

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No, Changbin didn't believe in Christmas, Santa Claus and all that stuff. For him, it was all about over-spending, buying more and spending more.

Not that he came from a sad family that had never celebrated Christmas; on the contrary, he came from a fairly well-off family and saw the same Christmas carols every year at the same time:

Christmas songs that everyone knew by heart, big Christmas trees, lots and lots of presents, and people dressed up as Santa Claus.

Oh Santa Claus .... he hated him even more than he hated Christmas .... for him, the logic of an overweight old man creeping up chimneys every year to give presents to children was simply unrealistic and frightening.

But he wasn't grumpy during December, don't worry, he didn't like the moment personally, but he didn't mind those who celebrated it. For example, when Chan his best friend went back to Australia to celebrate with his family, he just said "enjoy your family", not "have a nice Christmas", but everyone was used to that. That Changbin didn't like, doesn't like and never will like Christmas.

All except Felix.

Felix was Changbin's boyfriend, they'd known each other for 2 or 3 years and had started dating over a year and a half ago. He was Changbin's exact opposite, he loved Christmas more than anything else, it was the only time of year when he fell back into childhood. The time when everyone agreed to do the same thing. He loved the joy when he walked the streets.

So how could Changbin not like it? He did everything he could to make him love Christmas, watching Christmas movies, eating Christmas cookies and even wearing Christmas sweaters (which, by the way, really highlighted his musculature), but Changbin still didn't like Christmas.

But he loved Felix and to please him, agreed to watch those cliché movies, eat cookies and wear itchy sweaters.

But one night, in a single moment, Felix looked up at the sky and hoped that one day Changbin would enjoy Christmas like he did. But his words may have gone beyond his thought

—"If he has to be punished to learn, then do it, I want him to have a good time at least".

Without knowing it, he had just sealed Changbin's fate.

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The next day was December 24, Felix was still spending Christmas Eve with his parents, and this year he had kindly forced Changbin to come along, who had agreed to meet Felix's parents if he couldn't come to celebrate Christmas.

But as he got up the oldest noticed something, something strange, when he walked he felt heavier, he went curiously to the bathroom and discovered with horror what had happened to him during the night.

His cry of horror was loud enough to rouse Fleix, who in turn got up and almost ran to him to see what had happened.

—"Binnie, what's happening?" he cried, before the oldest turned to him.

It was then that he realized.

Her previously raven-black hair had turned gray/silver, but the most astonishing thing, apart from her hair change, was his stomach, which had once been flat and was now pushing against his shirt.

Was it his wish that had caused this? He didn't want Changbin to be traumatized!

.... But on the other hand, it could be the perfect reason for Changbin to believe in Christmas at last!

—"Maybe Santa punished you for not believing in him?"

—"Lixie, you're not helping me, stop it with your stupid stories! "

As he said this, a wave of heat swept through his body, his belly swelled further, completely lifting his shirt, his hips began to widen too, his hard ass became soft and plump , her thighs cinched wide enough so they could rub together and his previously toned and muscular arms had become even fatter, this time with fat, enough for the sleeves of his t-shirt to break and the seams to rip.

Felix couldn't help but be frightened by what was happening to his lover through his own fault and

... on the other hand, found him strangely sexy.

Changbin was ashamed of himself, that Felix had witnessed this too made him blush as he supposed the youngest must have been disgusted by him.

He sincerely thought that as Felix left without saying a word, his heart cracked in two as tears began to fall.

At the same time, Felix returned with a larger top to fix the ripped seam.

-"Binnie, my baby don't cry" he exclaimed before he came to hug him warmly (allowing himself to see that his whole body had become plump and round and so comfortable to cuddle).

—"I ... I thought you were going to abandon me" he said as he cried, hugging his lover tightly to him.

—"I would never dare, Binnie! You were so beautiful yesterday and you're even more beautiful today".

The oldest smiled before kissing him tenderly

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—"Are you sure you want us to go to my parents' house anyway? We can refuse if you don't feel well" Felix reassured.

—"Sure, let's go, it's a chance for you to see your parents for once in Korea too!"

Although Changbin honestly didn't have anything to wear with his sudden weight gain, contenting himself with wearing a red Christmas sweater that matched Felix's, which was surprisingly the right size.

But that wasn't what made him love Christmas all the more, he scratched the sweater, grimacing at its new appearance, followed by Felix, who stuck to him like a magnet, kissing and cuddling him. He was suddenly even more cuddly than usual, was it because of Christmas or the weight he'd just gained?

—"Let's go quickly before I take off this damned Christmas sweater", exclaimed the oldest, stepping forward.

At the same time, Felix saw the oldest's ass widen a little more and his thighs thicken. But Changbin didn't notice and just assumed that the pants he was wearing were tight.

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Arriving in front of the youngest's house, they both took a deep breath, Changbin because he was going to have to spend long hours in a Christmas decoration and pretend he liked it and Felix because he was afraid that during the meal Changbin would say something that might prejudice him.

Not to his family, no, he already knew that they would all adore him as much as he love him, in fact he was thinking of what the oldest might say that would influence his body.

But ever since they got into the car, he'd been staring at his belly, which had been pushing against his sweater since the start of the trip. In the meantime, he had turned on the radio and All I Want For Chrismas Is You had been playing, which had annoyed Changbin and made him grow even fatter, at least to the point where his belly was showing through his sweater.

As they got out of the car, they were greeted by Felix's mother, who embraced her son tightly and did not fail to do the same to Changbin, who even before saying hello was already being treated as if he were her son, which reassured his poor anxious heart.

—"You must be Changbin, I'm so happy to finally meet you! You look wonderful in that Santa Claus disguise!" Complimented the mother, who before Changbin could retort went back inside because one of her nephews was crying.

—"Did she just politely say I was fat, Lixie ?" asked the oldest, still in shock at Felix's cooing and poking at his belly.

—"Maybe, but let's be honest, you're way more sexier than Santa."

Again, before Changbin had time to reply, Felix hurried back inside the house, his cheeks flushed.

—"He's going to drive me crazy"

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Finally, when they had returned, the meal was ready and everyone was waiting for them. They had pretexted a little last-minute errand and no one had asked them any questions. Felix wanted to talk to Changbin, but his mother was monopolizing him. He was almost offended, but he didn't want to complain either.

—"So, Changbin, tell us everything! How did you meet Felix!" Madam Lee exclaimed with a big smile.

After all when Felix confessed to his mother that this year he wouldn't be coming alone, everyone was surprised and happy, eager to get to know the man in the young Australian's life.

Luckily, Changbin wasn't shy and told them how he'd met him, how he'd fallen in love with him and how he'd held his hand tightly while looking at him with a loving expression. It was enough to make everyone coo, including Felix's father, who only played hard to get for a moment.

—"It's so cute! Besides, Felix is such a Christmas fan, you must love this time of year just as much to dress up as Santa Claus for him," added his father, who was also alluding to the physique of the oldest. In fact, his red sweater, his grey hair and the fact that he was so overweight at this time of year reminded everyone of Santa Claus, although apart from a genial laugh he said nothing more, because to confess that just yesterday he had black hair and was thirty kilos lighter would be impossible to believe.

—"Stop it, you're going to embarrass him" defended Felix, who discreetly placed his hand on oldest's thigh and rubbed it to reassure him.

it was going to be a very long evening

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During the meal , everyone took advantage of the moment to chat but especially eat.

Except for Changbin, whose new chubby appearance made Felix's mother assume he had a big appetite and serve him large quantities of food he couldn't refuse.

He ate in silence under Felix's astonished gaze, the first time in his life he'd seen him do so. He wasn't eating, he was gorging. When his sweater reveal his belly, it wasn't because of his punishment but because of how much he was eating. Surely this weight had increased his appetite, for in the end he didn't even complain of a stomach ache.

Nevertheless, towards the end of the meal, as dessert arrived, one of Felix's little cousins, who must have been about 6 or 5 years old, approached the oldest with big eyes, drawing everyone's attention as he asked in a shy voice "Are ... are you santa?"

Changbin would have liked to answer in the negative, he was fed up with being told that, but the boy's hopeful look made him take another whiff, he gave him a big smile and answered "Yes, it's me, do you want to sit on my lap?" The boy's eyes lit up as Changbin carried him to his knees, while the other adults present immortalized the moment.

—"So... tell me everything".

The little boy cuddled Changbin before finally expressing himself.

—"My name is Jake, and I've been very good this year".

—"Oh really? What a good boy!"

—"But this year I don't want any presents, understand? I want Jungwoo to stay with me and not move out!"

Then they all cooed. He'd heard that Jake's mother had a long-time friend who was moving out because her husband was being transferred abroad. When he heard that Jake was talking about his friend's child, he pouted slightly, but what could he say? He wasn't going to lie to a child!

—"You know... Santa can't give you that, but I can promise you that when you're older you'll have Jungwoo with you forever".

The child, although disappointed, was pleased with Santa's answer and smiled broadly again.

—"Really? Do you promise?"

—"If Santa's lying, who's to believe hm?"

Everyone laughed as Jake quickly got off Changbin's knee to tell his cousins what Santa had told him.

Finally, for the rest of the evening, Changbin was used as Santa Claus for all the children who climbed onto his lap to ask him for presents.

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—"Well, for someone who hates Christmas, you acted in the spirit of Christmas," joked Felix on the way home.

Changbin just chuckled, it was true that he'd had a good evening, he didn't regret it and didn't even complain when Last Chrismas came on the radio.

—"This day was really strange, but I have absolutely no regrets. Maybe Christmas isn't so bad".

Felix's smile widened as Changbin, concentrating on the road, took his hand to caress it tenderly.

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But once inside, the brunette couldn't wait to take off his sweater, which had been itching for hours, before sitting down on the bed, completely out of breath.

—"I'm going to have to work out like crazy to get rid of all this fat," he said as he took in his belly, which hung over his pant, which had miraculously held out all evening.

—"Do you really have to do this?" Felix asked with a pout as he settled into his lap.

—"What? Do you like it?"

—"I'm not forcing you, of course, it's your body, Binnie, but I find you very seductive this way," he commented, his cheeks flushing.

Suddenly, the realization struck Changbin that what he'd thought impossible might actually be true.

—"Felix, could you have something to do with my weight gain?" he asked suddenly as Felix got up, pretending to have forgotten something in the kitchen.

Let's just say that when Changbin caught up with him, he uttered a few words that when he faced Felix, the pants he was wearing didn't fit his fat ass or his double belly.

-"I promise I didn't know you'd get so fat".

Changbin's convinced eyes waddled towards him, getting close enough to push his body with his belly.

-"You'll see what I do to those on the naughty list".

[vera-king-hrfl]

Heat of the Night part 3 (thank you @crowwolf for the title, it fits!)

This is still going to be sweet and cute for a while, but y'all know me, I'm a fiend for drama, so there's some foreshadowing in this one. 😈

Also, we're not doing the typical BG everyone is pansexual thing here. Don't get me wrong, I love that and most of my stories are that, but this one is written with more of a 1980s Earth mentality toward homosexuality, so some of the upcoming drama will surround that attitude. It's not in this one, and I will include warnings in the future when it does come up. ❤️

Cal hangs around the house the next day, making breakfast, doing laundry, and cleaning up the place a little. Living with his sister is nice, but they are both rather messy people, so there's always a lot to clean up on their days off. He’s sitting at their little dining table with Lia, eating while she giggles over Baldur’s Mouth, the local tabloid rag, telling him all the juiciest gossip about rich people they'll never meet.

"Oh, now this is interesting." She sips her coffee, eyeing Cal and waiting for him to ask her about it. But her brother knows Lia's game; the little tiefling loves chattering on about anything and everything, and can’t hold back for long, so he just smirks and finishes his toast before resting his chin on his hand and staring at her.

The standoff doesn't last long, as he'd expected, and Lia finally hmphs. "Oh alright, fine. Do you remember Lucretious?"

Cal nods. "Mhm. She used to run the extraplaner circus..."

"Yeah, that's her. Well, apparently she's opening an art gallery not too far from here next week. We should go and support her." She perks up and grins. "Hey! You should show her your stuff. Maybe she'd like to give you a bit of wall there."

Her brother snorts. "Pffft. I'm not good enough for that. We can go, Lucretious is a sweetheart, but keep your trap shut. I'd just embarrass myself."

Lia rolls her eyes. "You are so good enough. Your drawings are beautiful, Cal. But fine." She gets to her feet and grabs her bag, and Cal entertains a brief hope that maybe she'd forgotten about the previous evening. He's not that lucky though, and she continues as she roots for a trolley token. "I'll leave you alone about the gallery, if you promise to call that guy today." She grins at Cal's flinch. "And don't think you can avoid it. I memorized that number last night."

Cal huffs. "Meddling brat. Fine. I said I would call him, and I will. Just don't be a pest about it."

"Alright. I look forward to hearing how it went. Just remember, we have dinner at the tower with Rolan tonight. Then you can tell us both." Her grin widens as Cal groans. He loves his brother, but the older Arch Mage and professor is skeptical about anyone trying to date his siblings, and has a tendency to cause scenes. He'd been fine when Cal declared his preference for men, but the young tiefling hadn’t really dated anyone in a few years, and he expects the third degree about anyone he goes out with. So he just waves his sister off and goes to do the washing up while she leaves for work.

Later, he's sitting at the table with a sketch pad in front of him, doodling and stressing. The pink napkin is on the table too, and his eyes keep drifting to it, breaking his dubious concentration. Finally, he sits back and scrubs at his face with both hands before looking at the thick, charcoal decorated paper. All the anatomy studies he'd been working on that morning were quite a bit darker than he was accustomed to doing. It was a challenge to leave enough white space to really define the lean muscles on the tight, limber torso... but the way the light hits that nearly black skin... he looks at the napkin again. There is no way that man will ever let me see him like this.

Finally, after annoying himself to the point of courage, he picks up his communicator and slowly enters the number on the pink paper. He stares at the thing as if it's about to attack him for a second, then sighs and hits send, standing up to pace as the tone plays in his ear.

"Vendui?" The soft voice is familiar, but Cal doesn’t recognize the greeting.

"Uh... sorry, I'm looking for Ryldinn."

He hears the smile, while causes his own lips to twitch in answer. "You have found him. Is this Cal?"

"Yeah it is... we met last night at the White Swallow." He winces. Obviously Ryldinn knows that, you idiot; he was there. But the rather sexy accent is more noticeable now than in the noisy club, and it's throwing him off. As does the pretty little laugh that follows.

"How could I forget? How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. And you?"

"Bwael, yes, wonderful, now that I hear you. Have you had chance to decide whether to see me? May I think that is why you call?"

Cal has to sit down at that. It’s like a dream, the lovely man seeming so eager to see him again. He holds the device away from his face to clear his throat before answering. "Yeah, it is, um... if you want to. Where would you like to go?"

"There is a café near to my home. Evae Aloun. Do you know it? Right near the Upper City gate. What time would you like to meet? I am not busy today."

"Uh... today? I mean, yeah I know the place. I have dinner with my brother around eighth bell, but anytime before that would be great."

He hears the adorable smiling sound in the soft words again. "Very well. I shall be there at the third. I am happy for this, Cal. Will see you there."

They say their goodbyes and Cal ends the call, staring at the comm for a moment before tossing it next to him on the sofa and sitting back, pushing his hair behind his horns. He glances at the clock. Just after first. He has time to get ready, but he’s not sure if he's prepared to see the beautiful man again. Some part of him still thinks this must be a mistake, or a joke of some kind. Maybe Ryldinn had been dazzled by the flashing lights in the club, or something...

He groans and stands, going into his room to spend an inordinate amount of time agonizing over his appearance. He settles on a short sleeved shirt and some decent jeans, then stands in front of the mirror to fuss with his hair and tug at the shirt to try and hide the little belly that he'd grown in the last few years of single life. Finally he sighs and rakes the dark locks into a ponytail, grabs his keys and money, and leaves the house to catch the trolley.

The time he left at should have brought him to the cute little café a bit early, but a delay in the trolley service makes him several minutes late instead, and he hurries down the sidewalk, hoping that Ryldinn won't be upset. He doesn’t see the man at first, when he reaches the place, and his stomach sinks for a minute as he considers that perhaps Ryldinn had grown tired of waiting and left. Or maybe he'd never meant to come here in the first place. Cal sighs, looking around for a minute.

"Hi."

At the soft sound, Cal spins to see his date standing behind him, smiling. "Oh... hi Ryldinn. Im sorry I'm late, the trolley..."

The drow chuckles and takes Cal's hand to lead him to a table outdoors, near a corner. They sit, and Cal wracks his brain for something to say. "You look nice," is all he can come up with. It's true, too. The pretty little man is wearing loose soft pants that cling precariously to his narrow hips and an expensive looking vee neck t-shirt with some modern art piece printed on it, cropped just enough to skim his waistband. Delectable little peeks of his silky grey skin show when he moves to wave the smiling dwarven waitress over, and it's all Cal can do not to stare at him. Ryldinn is even more gorgeous in the sunlight, his hands, arms and face gleaming, though his big eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses. He'd left his shimmering hair down too, and he sweeps it back after the lady takes their order, resting his chin on his hands to look at Cal.

"Thank you. You look quite good yourself." Ryldinn isn’t lying about that, and he's thankful for the glasses that let him inspect the handsome tiefling without seeming like a creep. He can sense Cal's apprehension, and doesn’t want to scare the man away. But he looks anyway, appreciating the way his chest and strong arms push at the fabric of Cal’s button down shirt. Astarion was right, the beefy young man is undeniably Ryldinn’s type, and he'd been captivated by him the moment he'd walked into the bar the previous night. Said tiefling is possibly blushing now, though its hard to tell with the reddish shade of his skin. Ryldinn can’t see very well anyway, in the bright afternoon sun, but it's impossible to miss the shy grin and the way his burning eyes flicker over Ryldinn in a similar appraisal, and then dart away nervously. The drow smiles, pleased that Cal seems to like the way he looks.

Their drinks arrive, and Cal adds milk and sugar to his coffee while Ryldinn blows on his own decalf espresso. "Do you take sugar?" The tiefling offers Ryldinn the container, but the dark elf shakes his head.

"No thank you, Cal. You sweet enough for the both of us." He's rewarded with another cute little flush, more obvious this time, and decides to make small talk to put the man at ease. "So," he says, sipping carefully at the hot cup. "What was wrong with the trolley?"

Cal shrugs. "Just the usual mess. I guess some rich politician got murdered early this morning and they're doing an investigation. They rerouted all of the cars to another street."

A thin white eyebrow raises above the rim of the glasses. "How shameful. What is the city coming to?" There’s a dash of irony in his voice that Cal can't quite place, but he puts it down to the accent, or perhaps the rumored violence of his former society made the man more immune to things like that. "Do not worry though, I would have waited longer."

"Uh... heh, alright." Cal is actually enjoying the company now, relaxing a little now that they're here and Ryldinn seems to be openly flirting with him. He thinks maybe there's a possibility that the drow does actually like him. He certainly seems to. "So, um... what do you do? For work, I mean."

Ryldinn leans back in his chair and runs a hand through his hair. "I am a procurator at a specialty book shop in the Upper City. It's not that interesting, really. I just find books for people who want them, but the owner is kind to me, and I get to meet interesting people. What about you?"

"Nothing that posh, I'm afraid." Cal chuckles a little. "I'm a mechanic. I work for a friend of the family fixing whatever needs fixed. Including these rickety trolleys, when the company decides they're on the verge of falling apart. But if you do rare books or whatever, maybe you know my brother, Rolan."

Ryldinn sips his coffee again. "Mm, I've never met him; the boss usually entertains the more important clients. But I do believe I have found some things for him. It must be interesting having an Arch Mage for a brother."

Cal grins. "It’s stressful, actually. He's... well. He's a bit cranky and pompous, and very protective of me and our sister. Do you have family here?"

"Oh my. I hope he's alright with us seeing each other. I wouldn't want a wizard mad at me. But no, I don’t have any family." The last sentence seems to cool Ryldinn’s expression a little, and Cal hurriedly moves on, thinking that may be a sensitive subject for the man.

"Oh, he'll disapprove at first, I'm sure, but he'd disapprove if I was dating a Grand Duke. It's fine. Besides. I'm enjoying this. I haven't been on a date in a few years, and certainly not with someone so..." he blushes and buries his face in his cup, hoping he didn’t go too far.

But Ryldinn just smiles, sets his cup down, and lays his hand on the table, palm up. "So what?"

Cal swallows, looking at the offered hand for a second before gently taking it, curling his rough fingers around the slender dark ones. "I'm going to be honest with you, Ryldinn. When I first saw you I didn't think... well I thought you were just being nice, or teasing me because I'm new. I've only really been "out" for about a year and I've never dated a man before. I don’t really know how all of that works. But I do like you and... I think you're very beautiful. I just couldn't imagine what you saw in me. Astarion did say I was your type, but he was being kind of... I don't know. I'm just really nervous."

Ryldinn nods, squeezing his fingers a bit and seeming to consider. Finally he smiles. "Don’t worry about him. We've known each other for about fifteen years, and though he can be a jerk sometimes, he's the closest thing I'll ever have to a brother. So he's a little... protective as well, I suppose. But, Cal... I'm not... I have not dated anyone in... well I've never actually had a boyfriend or anything like that. But life gets lonely, you know? So, if you are willing to give this a chance and see where it goes... I do find you very attractive as well, I will admit that, but there’s something else about you. I cannot really express. I am more good at reading your language than speaking it. I am getting better at it, but my boss speaks drow, as well as Astarion, so I don't practice as much as I should."

"I understand you perfectly, Ryldinn, it's alright." He looks at the soft hand in his for a minute, digesting Ryldinn’s statement. He thinks Cal is attractive, along with whatever else he's noticed that seems to please him. "Yeah, I'm willing to give it a chance. Not only because you're good-looking. You were just really nice to me. You're the first guy who's really shown any interest. I just... I want to get to know you better."

Ryldinn smiles, and they chat for quite a while, about their work, local events, casual things, until the shadows start to lengthen over the café and it's time for Cal to go get ready to spend the evening with his siblings. Ryldinn stands when he does, and Cal hesitates for a minute before gently taking his arm and leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. The drow dimples, pleased. "I am busy tomorrow, but perhaps I could see you the next evening? The view of the sunset from the bluff outside the city is lovely."

Cal grins. "It’s a date. I'll call you later to work out exactly where and when. Um... this was nice. Thank you."

[nescaveckwriter]

Moonflowers & Werewolves - Chapter One 🌕🐺

Derek Hale x Reader (Madison Wells)

A/N: Alohaz my dearest bugsies, this little teen wolf magic was requested (I sure do hope you enjoy it bugsie) I'm quite excited to see were it goes.🐞❤️

Side Note: Thanks for all the support and love - my stories is available on watpad aswell 🤗🐞❤️

Warnings: It is Sci-fi, Fantasy, Horror so there can be a little of everything.

''Good morning class'', her fruity voice washes over the class of high scholars,'' I'm Miss Madison Wells, but y'all can call me Miss Wells''.

''Good morning Miss Wells'', the whole class sang.

''I will be your new English Literature teacher, and I'm sure we are going to have a great school year. Before we start our first class, I want to lay down some ground rules''.

The bunch of teen-agers start to chatter underneath each other.

''Now settle down class'', with a stern look on her beautiful face. Rules is as follows, picking up some white chalk, writing as she speaks,'' 1. There will be no speaking during tests, 2. There will be no mocking or calling out others, 3. There will be toleration of bullying whatsoever, and the most important rule, 4. Always feel free to come and talk to me, if you don't understand a question, or if you need someone to talk too''.

 Glancing over the classroom, "okay kids, now that we set some rules, I need each and everyone of you to write down, your favorite quote, and give me a summary of why it's your favorite, it can be from someone famous or a close friend, or loved one, when your done, please place it, in this box on my desk" she stated.

Deep in thought while the kids are doing their assignment, thinking back at why she took this job in a town called beacon hills of all places.

"I walked in on them mom, Tom and that... That," she bites her tongue, in order to silence herself from saying something horrible.

"Honey I'm so sorry, I always told you his no good" the much older woman replied.

"Mom, really, now is not the time, I don't need I told you so, I need a hug, and a new life" her voice brittle

Her mom just pulled her closer, and she cried, Tom choose that blonde over me, mom, five years of marriage, just gone.

''What am I going to do now? How do I move on from here? How do I heal my broken heart? How do I get over this mom? How do I trust again?.

The ringing of the school bell, breaks her thoughts, quickly drying off the stray tear, turning towards the kids "okay class, tomorrow we start by reading Hemingway" Giving them a heartwarming smile. "I'll leave you with a little something from Him 'Mistakes are proof that you're trying' so go out today knowing that your trying, have a great day further" her fruity voice fills the classroom.

Gathering all her stuff, in her big tote bag, walking out of her classroom, still trying to figure out where everything is, she came through on Saturday, so she still needs to unpack, and figure out the town, the shops and so on.

Walking past the boys lockers room, hearing there laughter, then glancing through the nearby window, "never have I ever heard of Lacrosse where I come from I know about football and baseball" saying underneath her breath.

"You look a little lost" his smoky voice makes her turn around.

Looking up at the man with his broad shoulders towering over her, a smile  on his lips, dark hair and a trimmed dark beard with silver here and there, enhancing his already amazing jawline, his green-hazel eyes friendly. "Yeah, I feel a little lost'' smiling  I'm still trying to figure out where everything is" she exclaims

"Oh! You must be the new English literature teacher? I'm Eli's father, Derek Hale, if he gives you any trouble let me know" he chuckles

 "Nice to meet you Derek, I'm Madison Wells, and yes it's my first day" a smile on her pink-stained lips

"Nice to meet you too, Madison, I sure do hope you'll enjoy living here in Beacon Hills, now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and take my son's equipment, that he forgot again" he expressed

"Kids always forget things, good luck and hope you have a lovely afternoon" she laughs a little. As he walks into the boys lockers room, she walks down the hallway, to her car.

"Eli, you forgot your stuff at home" he said with smile 

''Thanks dad, I cannot believe I forgot it again'' laughing a little.

''Enjoy practice son, I need to get back to work.'' gesturing a goodbye

As he walks to his Chevrolet Camaro, he catches a glimpse of the new teacher, her long brown hair, soaking up the sunshine revealing the light brown highlights dancing in the wavy lengths. She has friendly hazel-brown eyes and a breathtaking smile, and a beautiful voice, remembering, the shiny diamond ring on her left finger, her husband is one lucky man. Shaking his head at his own thoughts, ''What is the matter with me, I don't even know her, but there's something about Madison Wells  that's just so inviting'' clicking his tongue at himself.

Walking into her new rental home, the boxes all over makes her sigh. ''Who would've thought at my age I'll start over, new job, new town, divorced. I need a glass of wine and some pizza before I start unpacking of what's left of my life.'' she sighed.

The door bell rings, ''yay, my pizza has arrived'' she yelps.

''Here you go miss'' handing her the box. 

Giving the young man , with his brown hair, hanging over his ears, the money, realizing its one of the students, she met today. ''Thank you, Eli right?''

His voice, sounded surprised, ''Oh sorry Miss Wells, I didn't recognize you''

A nervous chuckle escapes her lips ''Yes I look like a mess, busy unpacking and all''

''Not what I meant, you look beautiful'' his cheeks turning a bright red

Laughing ''Thank you Eli''

Rubbing the back of his neck, ''So where neighbors then, me and my dad lives right across the street''

''Oh okay! That's nice to know'' she exclaims.

''Speaking of my dad, I need to get home, this was my last delivery, goodbye miss Wells'' he shouts while walking off.

''Bye Eli'' waving then closing the door. ''Oh that's just lovely, the first day already and one of my students seen me looking like a mess, what is the parents going to think.''

After eating a slice of pizza she, walks to her suitcase, taking a hoody, thinking she needs to go for a run, it always clears her head.

After locking the door she starts to slowly jog, seeing Derek and Eli Hale sitting at the dining room table, enjoying dinner. 

That's how my life was supposed to be, a happy little family, if only Tom wanted kids, but no! Thinking back now, I'm actually glad we never had kids, imagine the pain they would be feeling when we went through the divorce. Not realizing that she ran into the woods she came to a stop, when almost tripping over a log.

''Yikes! That was close'' she murmured Glancing up at the sky, its full moon, ''Wow! its breathtakingly beautiful'', walking a little closer to the edge, finding a place to sit, trees and stars as far as you can look. With the wind blowing in her face, only then she realizes the wet stains on her cheeks. 

A creaking sound of sticks and leaves, breaks her gaze, ''anyone there'' voice shaky ''hello'' hearing a thudding sound coming closer, getting to a stand, ''hello'' her hands trembling, glaring over the side of the bushes where the eerie sound comes from, seeing the deepest, brightest bluest  eyes she's ever seen.

''What, its a damn wolf'' she stutters. The wolf walks closer and closer, to almost where she stands. ''What do I do'' saying shaky. The whimpering of the wolf leaves her trembling, the big, black wolf looks straight into her eyes and then he...

Chapter Two Here :)

[rumannwrites]

Made To Kill pt.3

A/N: Hehe, we'll just not talk about my upload schedule. Better late than never. Hope y'all enjoy!

Please don’t copy or translate my posts to other sites or own accounts. Thank you.

Summary: The clock tower in Storybrooke has mysteriously started up again, causing a weird feeling in your gut and for Jason to start questioning things about the newcomer. Back in the Enchanted Forrest, the trio reflect on the dark curse Rumpelstiltskin told Charming and Snow.

Word Count: 2830

Warnings: None

A day passes, being the same as it was before. You woke up, less sore than before, and headed for school. Except, right as you left your house, you heard a loud ringing coming from the part of town where most of the shops were. Looking over the houses of your neighborhood you had a clear view of the broken clock tower. Or well, what was supposed to be broken, however, when you looked at it, it didn’t read 8:15 like it should. It read 8 o’clock on the dot. It shouldn’t have mattered to you but deep down, you felt something in your gut. Like hope.

Don’t be ridiculous, you thought. It’s a stupid clock tower.

But apparently not. While walking to school, you kept hearing whispers about the clock tower.

‘That has never worked.’

‘I didn’t realize how loud the clock tower was.’

‘I wonder why it’s only now starting to work?’

That’s last one stuck with you. You have to admit, you are a little suspicious on why it’s working now. Why has it only now started up?

As you neared the school's entrance, something crashed into you, almost knocking you off your feet. You caught yourself, however, and the thing, or shall you say person, that ran into you from falling into the ground. "Woah there. Careful kid." You looked down at the at the kid that ran into you. He had mousy brown hair that matched his eyes. He couldn't be no more than 11 years old, but you recognized him as the mayor's kid, Henry Mills. "Watch where you are going."

"Sorry." he said, looking up at you with wide eyes.

You sighed looking down at him. "You're fine. Just be careful in the future, ok?"

"Right."

You nodded your head, about to go inside, when you felt his hand grasp the sleeve of your coat.

"Did you feel something this morning?"

"What?" you asked at him.

"When you woke up this morning, did you feel something? A gut feeling, like something happened."

You looked at him weirdly, wondering what type of question that was. But another part of you wondered how he knew. How did this child know that you woke up today with an off-put feeling in your gut? You weren't even sure how to answer him when you got interrupted.

"Hey, Henry. You okay, buddy?"

You looked behind you to see the same women you saw the other day, Mary Margaret and the women in red.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just ran into Y/N." he answered.

You weren't surprised he knew who you were. Everyone in this town knew who you were, just not in a good way.

"Yeah, he's fine. I caught him before he could fall." You affirmed, nodding to the older women.

"Alright then. You should head into school before you're late and your mother yells at me for it." The woman in red nodded towards the school.

"Right. Well, I'll see you later then." As he ran into the school, you turned to say bye when you found the one in red already looking at you, her eyes squinted, and head tilted.

"You were the one of the kids in the fight yesterday. The one pinning the other to the lockers."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement, yet you still felt the need to answer her.

"Uh, yeah, I was. Although, I wouldn't call it a fight."

"Yeah, well, looked like the beginning of one." She answered you. All you could do was nod your head and look anywhere but the two ladies in front of you.

Mary Margaret, sensing the awkwardness rising between the three of you decided to jump in and speak. "Emma, this is Y/N L/N. Y/N, this is Emma Swan."

"Nice to meet you, kid." The blonde named Emma said, sticking out her hand for you to take.

"You, too." You replied, grasping her hand and shaking it. When you clasped her hand into your own, you felt the same strange, unknowing feeling in your gut that you felt this morning, but the second you let go, it was gone.

"Well, um," you stuttered, looking towards the school building. "I should probably get to school."

"Right. I should, too." Mary Margaret chimed in. "I'll see you around, Emma." She smiled brightly at you two and walked towards the school building.

You turned towards Emma, nodded your head once and said, "See you around, then."

"See ya, kid." She answered. "Don't get into any trouble."

"I try." You answered. I really do.

As you turned towards the school and started up the steps you felt a presence ahead of you in your way. Expecting Brock, you looked up in annoyance but instead of greased black hair and green eyes, you were met with fluffy strawberry-blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Did you see the clock tower?” Jason asked, leaning against the handles on the stairs, his hand clutching his phone. “Or, more correctly, heard the clock tower?”

Although not Brock, you still held annoyance in your eyes while staring at him. “Of course, I did. What of it?”

"You're not suspicious about it or anything?" He asked, failing to pick up your annoyance and falling into steps with you towards school. "Why it only now started to work?"

Although you definitely were, you weren't going to tell Jason that. It's not like we are friends. "I just assumed the mayor finally got off her ass and paid someone to fix it." You answered, walking up to your locker.

"But why now? Out of our whole life, have you ever seen it show a time that wasn't 8:15?" Jason questioned, ignoring your colorful language and leaning up against the locker next to yours, tilting his phone towards you.

You paused in your movements, glancing at his phone to see that the clock did show a different time, your locker halfway unlocked. "What is this?" you ask Jason, sending him a skeptical look. "What are we doing right now?"

"Talking to each other."

"Yeah, but why?"

"Because..." Jason sighed, looking down at the ground and avoiding eye contact with you, "I've seen you around school." he said as you opened your locker and got your books out. "And I know the reputation you have in this town."

"Everybody does." You said, slamming your locker and turning to him.

"But I think there is more to you than you let on." He smirked looking at you.

You look at him incredulously, slightly shaking your head.

"So, I want to get know you. To become your friend."

"No thank you." You answer him. "I'm fine by myself."

"Are you sure about that?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow at you. "Constantly being goaded into fights and then getting the downfall of those fights? Constantly avoided by students and looked down at by teachers? That's 'fine' to you?"

You lock your jaw, staring hard into your locker, refusing to meet those blues eyes staring at the side of your head. "Yeah, I thought not." he scoffed.

"I didn't say anything." You bit out.

"You didn't have to." He sighs, shaking his head and looking at the other students around the hall, talking and chatting with other they called 'friend.' "Look, Y/N," he says, looking back at you, "I don't want to get in a fight with you. You've had more than your share of them." Your hands curl into a fist at that. "But" Jason continues, "I also don't want to see you get into them."

You freeze at that, not knowing how to answer to that. You turn your head to him. "What?"

"You get goaded into fights and get the punishment for them. That sounds like it takes a lot from you, both mentally and physically. You might need someone to talk to." He looked at you expectantly, wanting you to agree with him.

Instead, you ask him, "Did Ms. Blanchard put you up to this?"

"What?" he asks.

"Did Ms. Blanchard ask you to befriend me or something?" You ask him, eyeing him skeptically. "Did she promise you extra credit or something?"

"What? No! God no." He says straightening up and shaking his head. "She didn't ask me or promise me anything. And, frankly, I'm offended you think I need extra credit in this school in the first place." You sigh at him, looking back to your locker and putting the lock back in its place. "Anyways, now that that's all settled-"

"What did we settle?"

"-Have you heard anything about the new girl in town?" Jason asks, ignoring your question entirely.

You didn't answer right away, debating if you should really trust what he said and entertain his idea of being friends. And although the thought of walking away without replying to him was tempting, something in your gut was telling you to answer him and at least try.

"All I know is that her name is Emma Swan." You answered him, walking towards first period.

Jason walked beside you while talking, expertly moving around students while not running into you in the process. "From what I've heard and seen, she's the mayor's son's biological mother."

"Henry Mill's mom?" you asked. You thought back to just 10 minutes ago when Henry ran into you and how Emma came in to check up on him.

"Yeah. Traveled to Boston by himself to find her." he replied, dodging a door that randomly opened next to him.

"That kid's determined, I'll give him that." What were you doing? Never had you held a conversation this long, much less gossiped about anyone or anything. It felt weird.

"Oh yeah." You both stop outside your first block classroom. You turned to Jason to say goodbye, finding him already leaning against the door frame, staring at you. "You think she has something to do with this?"

"With what?" you asked.

"The clocktower moving again."

You raised your eyebrow at him. "What? You think she stayed here just to get the clock tower to work again?"

"Not exactly." he said straightening up. "Tell me, Y/N, did you feel something when the clock tower started moving? Something in your gut?" he squinted his eyes questioningly at you.

You considered, for a moment, to lie to him. Telling him that he's stupid for asking such a question walking into your class, but your mind wandered to how Henry asked you the exact same question. "Yeah. Like... hope, almost." You shook your head. "But that's dumb. It's just a stupid clock."

"Maybe but think about it. That clock hasn't moved for our whole lives. Then, all of a sudden, this woman shows up in her red jacket, decides to stay here and the next day it starts working again?"

"Maybe the mayor thought it was a better impression to have the clock tower fixed." You shrugged your shoulders at him, not understanding where he is going with this.

"I don't know. It's just weird to me." he replies. You understand where he is getting at but there could be a million reasons why the tower started to move again. "Anyways," Jason sighs, straightening the straps on his backpack, "First class starts soon. I'll see you at lunch." He waves at you walking backwards down the hall. You wave back at him, entering your first class of the day, Geometry. Usually, you were the first one into class, but today someone had beat you to it. Sitting in the second row, right next to the windows and A/C unit was a dark brown hair boy, with hazel green eyes framed by brown acetate glasses. His faced sat in one hand while the other held a book he was reading. You recognized him. He wasn't such a pain in your ass as Brock was but got on your nerves every now and then, especially when he does something the teacher think you should pick up on.

His name was Hector, and he was the only kid that rivaled you with his grades.

"You guys actually believe Rumpelstiltskin?"

You looked towards Jason, who was looking out the window of your guys' shared room. He still had his uniform on, but he took off the heavier armor pieces. He looked serious, which was an odd but still fitting expression for him.

"I mean," you say, turning your head back up at the ceiling, resting your head on your pillow and continuing to throw the ball in your hand in the air and catching it. "My gut is telling me to trust him, and my gut instinct has never been wrong."

Jason gets up from leaning on the wall and heads towards his bed. "I know. It's just," he sighs as he sits at the foot of his bed, "Something doesn't feel right."

You raise an eyebrow at him, hinting him to explain.

"I mean, every time one of us ask him for something, it bites us in the ass later on. Who's to say it won't happen again?"

You open your mouth to respond to him when someone else beats you to it.

"It's not like we have that many choices."

You turn your head to where the voice sounded. Hector walked into the room, his dark brown hair wet from his evening bath, green eyes shining in the candlelight. He, unlike Jason, has switched from his uniform to a classic linen shirt and brown trousers.

What a sight.

"Rumpelstiltskin, whether he likes it or not, is gonna be affected by the Evil Queen's curse, too. He's gonna need a way out as much as we will." Hector stated, walking over to his bed a few feet from yours.

Your eyes never left his figure for a second.

"I know that." Jason said, falling back onto his bed. "But it still doesn't feel right."

"I never said it did." Hector said, searching around his dresser and nightstand. "But it's the best choice we have at the moment. If you have a better plan to take down the Evil Queen, then by all means, go tell Snow White and Charming. I'm sure they are more than willing to use your plan - where are my glasses?!" Hector throws his blanket and pillow off the bed in search for his missing items.

"Hect," you say, reaching over to your coat hanging on your bedframe, and rummaging through your pocket. "Here." You say pulling his glasses out and handing them to him. "You left these at the training ground earlier today."

He turns to you, a slight smile on his lips as he walks over to you and grabs them for your hand. His fingers graze yours slightly longer than they should have. "Thank you."

"Of course." You say, smiling at him.

Jason has sat up by this time and looked between the two of you, a slight smirk growing on his lip. "Well," he says, clapping his hands together and standing up, bringing the attention from you and Hector onto him, "I'm going to head to the baths before the fire used to warm the water is put out." He grabs his night clothes and walks out the room. "You kids stay safe." Before he walks out the door, he turns to you and winks before closing the door behind him.

As you look back to Hector, he has gone back to sitting down at his bed, cleaning the lens of his glasses. "So," you say to grab his attention. "What do you think this dark curse is?"

Hector looks at up at you with thoughtful eyes. You can tell his mind is racing just by the look in them. "I don't know." he whispers.

"Really?" You say lightly smirking. "Nothing in those books of yours can help us at all?"

He looks at you with his head tilted his eyes hooded in annoyance. "Annoyingly, no. Seems that whatever this curse is has never been used or is being created on the spot."

"Do you think she is bluffing?" you ask, turning on your side and propping your head on your hand.

"I think you of all people will know if she is bluffing or not." he answers. "Which makes me ask you, do you think she is bluffing?"

Your mind flashes to your memories of when you 'worked' for the Evil Queen. You knew she never bluffs. "No, I don't."

Hector looks at you for a moment, his eyes bouncing to different features of your face. Your nose, your ears, your eyes.

Your lips.

"Hey," he whispered, getting up from his bed and crossing to you. "Whatever it is," he kneels in front of you and takes your face in his hands, "we'll get through this. We always have."

You stared deep into his green eyes. They held so much admiration in them, it was astonishing.

"The Evil Queen won't split us up. We'll find our way back to each other."

Part 4: Coming Soon (I promise)

[olliepillar]

Hi-ho everyone! This is my official Introduction post!!

Ok, so my name is Ollie, or you can call me Oliver, or Buggie as well, any of them work! I am Transmasculine!

I go by He/They and I am Pansexual and Gray asexual!

Here are a few extra facts about myself!

I am an artist (digital and traditional)

I LOVE MUSIC

I can play the ukulele

My favorite color is Green

My favorite animal is a caterpillar

I LOVE jingley, sparkley, and squeaky things

I REALLY LOVE CLOWNS AND JESTERS AND AND ALL THE STUFF LIKE THAT!!

I was born without a thyroid (a gland that helps your whole body and mind work and grow properly)

Here is all the entertainment I like (and favorite characters going by top three (3) )

Muppets

Rowlf, Janice, Scooter

Fraggle Rock

Boober, Wembley, Mokey

Sesame Street

Big Bird, Bert and Ernie (package deal), Cookie Monster

Welcome Home

Wally, Eddie, Barnaby (Howdy is fourth (4th), this was hard to choose)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (all variants)

Rise Leo, 2012 Donnie, 2012 Raph

Five Nights at Freddy's

Eclipse, Foxy, Roxanne Wolf

K-pop

StrayKids, ATEEZ, BTS

My Little Pony

Pinkie Pie, Flutter Shy, Rainbow Dash

Bluey

Bandit, Bingo, Bluey

The Owl House

King, Luz, Eda (I'm on Season one (1) )

Avenue Q

Nicky, Rod, Kate Monster

My Friendly Neighborhood

Norman

Bear in the Big Blue House

Treelo, Bear, Tutter

Dream Along With Me (made by @dreammeiser)

Archie, Earl, Muffin

Spider-Man

This one kinda speaks for itself

OK K.O: Let's be Heroes!

Professor Venomous, K.O, Fink

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Horror Films (quite a few)

Hamilton

Be More Chill

Little Shop of Horrors

The Heathers

Ride the Cyclone

(Some are a bit less than others, but I still like all these things)

Now for my DNI CRITERIA...

DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY BLOG IF YOU ARE A PART OF ANYTHING LISTED BELOW.

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Now, the "Beware" criteria. (These are just for everyone's comfort and your safety so that you don't see anything you are afraid of, or so that you don't get in trouble or anything like that)

Beware if you are afraid of clowns, jesters or anything of the sort, if you're afraid of bugs, if you are uncomfortable with gore at any extent, and if you are still at an impressionable age, I'd say like...thirteen (13) and under, maybe? (This is for my own comfort and your own safety, I don't want y'all getting in trouble because you tried acting\talking like me)

Now, if you're already following me and you meet any of these "Beware Criteria" standards (mainly the first three (3) ), please do tell me so I can take extra extra precautions just in case if I post anything that could scare you or trigger a breakdown for you or anything of the sort!!

This concludes my introduction post! I hope we can all be friends and be nice to eachother. Now, have a lovely day or night!!

[youphoriaot7]

helloooo!! i am sen, nice to meet you all :D i've never actually used tumblr for fandom before, but i'm dipping my toes in here on qsmpblr and i've been having a BLAST (y'all may have already seen me in the tags lmao). figured i'd set up a pinned post so that you guys know a bit more!

sen – they/them – over 18 i write fic on ao3 here, and cosplay over on tiktok here! if you want more links, you can check out my carrd here! i'm a cellbit main, with frequent backup from tazercraft and fit! i jump povs a lot though, and i care a lot about lore events, so i'm always down to watch just about anyone. (i've watched a lot of etoiles, tubbo, antoine, roier, jaiden, foolish, bbh, and baghera clips, for example!)

making a tags masterlist below this (because things got out of hand on here VERY quickly lmaoooo) i'll add tags as things happen!

i'll make a fic/studies masterlist soon, as well!

GENERAL TAGS

qsmp qsmp memes | qsmp quotes | qsmp clips qsmp liveblogging | qsmp vodblogging qsmp headcanons | qsmp theory qsmp fanart | qsmp fic | qsmp drabble character study | breakdown qmongus | qatching up (when i miss a lot) opq | ordem paranormal the great brazil meetup qsmp recap

[just wanted to put a quick notice here! i know i'm doing these little recaps, but i don't generally catch everyone and every stream. and i don't pretend to! which is why if there's ever something i missed/explained incorrectly (or if you just want to go even further in depth about whatever pov you watched) please feel free to explain more in the rbs and/or tags!!! i always love reading the stuff because at the end of the day i'm invested in everyone's lore, but there's only so much i can catch. :') i'll always reblog it with the same #qsmp recap tag as usual!! &lt;;3]

CHARACTER TAGS

qsmp antoine | qsmp arin qsmp bagi | qsmp baghera | qsmp bbh | qsmp bobby qsmp cellbit | qsmp chayanne | qsmp cucurucho qsmp dapper qsmp elquackity | qsmp etoiles qsmp felps | qsmp fit / qsmp fitmc | qsmp foolish | qsmp forever qsmp german | qsmp goddesses (mine, mumza, lore) qsmp jaiden | qsmp juanaflippa qsmp leo | qsmp luzu qsmp mariana | qsmp maxo | qsmp mike | qsmp missa | qsmp mouse | qsmp myo (hope / memory) qsmp niki qsmp pac | qsmp philza | qsmp pierre | qsmp pol | qsmp pomme qsmp quackity qsmp ramon | qsmp richarlyson | qsmp rivers | qsmp roier qsmp slimecicle qsmp tallulah | qsmp tazercraft | qsmp tina | qsmp tilin | qsmp trumpet | qsmp tubbo qsmp walter-bob | qsmp wilbur | qsmp willy

DUO TAGS

guapoduo | pissa | fitpac | hideandseektrio | 4halo | createtrio | pacman | seekduo

PLOT TAGS

disappearances (TW: KIDNAPPING – kidnappings) the federation are evil (federation-related) 00100001 (code related) isla quesadilla (history of the island)

pl;fuga (fuga impossivel—tazercraft, cellbit, felps) pl;childhood (TW: KIDNAPPING / CHILD ABUSE – baghera's past) pl;anarchy (fit's past) pl;presidency (forever's term) pl;paradise (fit's lore) pl;missing (missing federation employee) pl;bluebird (jaiden's past) pl;existence (TW: POSSESSION[?] – romero richas) pl;perfection (TW: DRUG USAGE – federation happy pills) pl;worse (whatever this black concrete/evilrucho thing is)

ev;chainsaw (yeah i have so much angst about this it needs its own tag shush) ev;corruption (TW: MANIPULATION – cellbit's corruption arc) ev;fedescape (cellbit & felps) ev;manipulation (cellbit's original black box missions) ev;jaidens (the dungeon, first and second times) ev;dinner (the election dinner) ev;jailbreak (TW: JAIL – tazercraft) ev;resgate (TW: KIDNAPPING – pac's disappearance/rescue) ev;arrival (arrival of nine new members) ev;memory (TW: MISSING EGGS – cellbit's forgotten egg investigation) ev;arena (etoiles arena fight) ev;watchtower (TW: KIDNAPPING – mike's disappearance/rescue/whatever the hell is wrong with him now) ev;hatch (TW: MISSING EGGS – whatever tf is happening to the eggs/couch codes—events may not be related though kgjfs)