#one sided. ralph's using him

[sorikuceo]

🚬🚬 band au

[torahtot]

TIL one of my moms uncles is the leader of a tiny hasidic sect with ties to neturei karta and one of her cousins married a neturei karta

[yanderedrabbles]

do you have any physical descriptions for each yanderes? like for cowboy yandere I’m imagining a dirty blonde tan skin, freckles and stubble on his face

Yandere boys and their physical descriptions

It kind of shifts around a lot and this is how I picture them but it's not a definitive description by any means. This is not canon.

Yandere! Cowboy is literally exactly as you described him. A real cornfed American cowboy. Strong jawline, stubble and blonde hair he keeps swept back under his Stetson.

Yandere! Soldier is the quintessential soldier from a Post-Soviet state. Buzzed hair, tattoos, a straight nose and high cheekbones. A bit on the pale side with dark eyes. Ridiculously buff.

Yandere! Boyfriend is a big guy. That's all I know. I usually picture him as Samoan. With shoulder length, wavy hair and olive skin.

Yandere! State Trooper is the definition of never trust a blond. He keeps his hair short and in a regulation cut but it usually gets a bit messed up whenever he runs into you. (We all know why). I see him as having forearm tattoos and he's almost always clean shaven. Usually has a light tan.

Yandere! Cop has a friendly, approachable face. He looks like a nice guy, someone you can trust to listen to you when you get in trouble. I see him as African American with a flat Midwestern accent. Usually keeps his hair short and within regulations, but he might sometimes get it braided. He's got plenty of lean muscle and he ain't afraid to use his strength when he needs to.

Yandere! Gangster is tall and strong, but still a bit on the thin side. Usually wears a suit but almost always takes off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves. I picture him as a dark haired Denji from Chainsaw Man. Definitely wears one of those slutty silver chains that boys like so much.

Yandere! Incubus is tall with a slightly muscular build. Where does a supposed priest find time to get buff? Who knows. He has long dark hair that he keeps neatly swept back and that brushes the edge of his dog collar. He wears a dark wood rosary. His canine teeth seem unusually sharp. In his demon form, his eyes are usually a deep wine red.

Yandere! Desert Bandit is inspired by the Tuareg and Amazigh. I see him with dark skin, long black hair and golden eyes. He definitely has a hooked/Roman nose and a traditional tattoo on one cheekbone. Wears kohl in his eyes that gives him a very sexy glare.

Yandere! Academic Rival is a nepo baby so fashion wise, he usually wears suits, vests and shirts. He basically looks like a Ralph Lauren model. Goldish hair that's kind of wavy. A bit on the thin side. He relies on wits more than strength when he wants you to do something.

Yandere! Apocalypse Survivor is pretty much inspired by Deacon St John from Days Gone. Dark hair cut in a mullet and grey eyes. He's got a few tattoos on his back and he wears silver studs in his right ear. He's got a mean right hook too.

Yandere! Greek Champion is one buff bastard. Shoulder length black hair and olive skin darkened by the Mediterranean sun. I see him as having hazel eyes. A colour you'd think would be warm and inviting, but on him they look like the eyes of a hawk. Dangerous and just a little sadistic.

Yandere! Riot Cop is... well, he's in his riot gear so I guess you'll never know. Strong as hell, that's for sure.

[lewisvinga]

my strong girl | lewis hamilton x fem! chronically ill! reader

summary; after an incident during a race, y/n is sent to the hospital and is upset about missing his race after not attending races for months. fortunately for her, lewis is always understanding

fc; various girls on pinterest

word count; 1k

warnings; hospitals, needles, fainting

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3 @fall-bambi

note; requested ! lewis was so close to a podium i actually was so upset🙁🙁🙁 anyways, i tried to combine a few of the ideas into this without it being superrrr hectic

masterlist !

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“Are you sure you want to come? You don’t need to feel pressured to do so.” Lewis asked in the soft tone that always brought Y/n comfort.

She sighed as he helped her put on her blue Ralph Lauren cardigan. “I’m sure, Lew. I don’t want to miss your home race.” She huffed, watching him grab her white golden gooses.

“Just be careful today. I hate that I can’t be around you the whole time.” Lewis quietly said. He helps her out on her shoes, securely tying the white laces.

“I know, I’ll be careful. I promise.”

Y/n really tried her best to be careful. She only walked a few minutes to grab stuff around Lewis’ driver's room. If she went longer distances, she used her wheelchair and one of the girlfriends of the drivers would happily walk by her side to accompany her.

While Lewis was doing media duties before the race, she hung out with Carmen and Lily. The two girls had lunch but Y/n wasn’t hungry so she decided to not eat. A big mistake for her.

She could only chat with Lewis for a few minutes before he had to get into his car. A couple of good luck kisses later, and his car was being driven out of the garage for the warm-up lap.

Silverstone was always special. It was Lewis’s home race and most importantly, his last home race with Mercedes. He was starting in pole after a fantastic qualifying session. The rainy weather allowed him to push the car to its limits.

Y/n started to feel a bit strange, like something was up but she ignored it for anxiety as the race began. Lewis had a fantastic start to the race and maintained being in first.

Around halfway through the race, Y/n felt well enough to get up from her wheelchair in the usual spot in the back of the garage. Although she usually refrained from walking due to getting tired so easily as a result of her illness, she decided that she felt well enough to at least a couple of steps in.

It was the final five laps and Lewis was still in first with a large gap between him and Charles, his future teammate, who was in second. However, instead of feeling joy about the British driver leading the race and being close to his 104th win, she started to feel like something was off.

Y/n needed to sit back down but her wheelchair was in the farthest corner of the Mercedes garage. Carmen had called out her name in concern but it sounded muffled as she struggled to stand upright. Before she knew it, everything went dark.

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The sound of beeping and the feeling of a familiar pair of fingers rubbing over her hand was what Y/n first noticed as she gained consciousness. The bedsheets crinkled as she slowly moved around, hearing a soft shush as she whined.

“Easy there, my love.”

Her eyes fluttered open and she’s met with Lewis’s deep brown eyes. She immediately noticed he was in a pair of sweats with a trophy sitting by his side.

“Did I miss it?” She asked with a raspy voice. She knew the answer of course. A wave of guilt washed over her. Lewis immediately noticed her furrowed-up eyebrows as she glanced at the iv sticking out of her hand.

“I care more about whether or not you’re okay, my love.” He sighed, gently cupping her cheek to make her look at him. “This win was for you, my strong girl.”

“Not strong enough to last 5 minutes standing up.” Her angry mumble made him let out a chuckle. He leaned over and softly kissed her cheek.

“Doctors said you had low blood sugar. You hit your head, no concussion but they want to keep you here overnight just in case something happens due to your illness.”

Y/n huffed at the mention of staying overnight at the hospital. Sure, she was used to it due to her illness, but she just wanted to be in the comfort of her home in the arms of Lewis. Her furrowed-up eyebrows made him laugh again.

She hadn’t noticed an overnight back resting next to the first-place trophy on the ground. He reached for it and pulled out a sketchbook, a few tubes of paint, and a couple of paintbrushes. Her previous furrowed-up eyebrows immediately relaxed. She relaxed back into the pillows as he opened up the sketchbook to an empty page.

Painting was once a passion of Y/n. She has grown quite a large platform for her work. She adored being able to translate everything in her mind onto a canvas with the stroke of her paintbrush.

Unfortunately due to her illness causing pain in her hand joints, she had to give up the intricate paintings. On occasions when she found herself stuck in the hospital, Lewis would always bring her sketchbook. Although she couldn’t do the once complex strokes and liked, she could do a simplified version.

“Lew,” Her voice was soft and frail. Her hand reached out to grasp his. “You didn’t have to do this. You should be celebrating your win.” She mumbled, slowly reaching over to tuck a braid that had fallen out of his ponytail behind his ear.

“Nonsense,” Lewis looked up at her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I much rather be relaxed and painting here with you than be out with drunk people who only want to be around me for the pictures.”

Y/n sighed as the corner of her lips curled into a smile. He handed her a paintbrush before squeezing a couple of colors on the small plastic palette he had brought. He leaned over, cupping her cheek in pulled her in close. He gently kissed her plump lips and couldn’t help but smile.

“I love you, my strong girl.”

“And I love you, my 104x race winner.”

[filthygalli]

When I Met You: Chapter 4 "Iced Americano" pt.2

Fem!Reader x Neighbor!Hwang In-Ho

Main Master list

Squid Game Master list

Genre/Tags: Grumpy x Sunshine, Light smut, Fluff, Angst, Slow burn, Age gap (Reader is in her early 30’s, While In-Ho is in his late 40’s.) Rude In-Ho (but will eventually be soft with the reader Soon!) Literature Professor! In-Ho (Not specified what kind of literature) More Tags to come soon!

Warnings: MDNI!Masturbation, Jealous In-Ho, Light Cursing, Down bad In-Ho for the reader—he's also getting a little needy, Not Proofread—you might see some mistakes here, let me know if there's something that I missed!

Word Count: 5127 (Damn...)

Author's Note: Omg y'all, this took so long, I was so busy at school because I'm a student leader at my uni so I've been busy as hell because of events and Seminars I needed to attend, I'm so sorry for the delays :((

© Pictures that are used are from Pinterest

 In-Ho changed his cum-stained pants with a beige-colored one; he put on his white button-up shirt before putting on a navy blue sweater. He fixed his hair in front of the mirror, deciding what hairstyle he would put on for today. He started experimenting on his hair—putting his bangs down, brushing it up, ruffling his hair to make it look fluffy. He groaned as he couldn't decide what hairstyle would suit him better. He scoffed as he put his hair down, which is his usual hairstyle. He put on his Ralph Lauren glasses as he went out of his room, holding his black leather briefcase.

While going down the stairs he hears you laughing as Yu-Jin plays with her, he smiles at the sight In Front of him, he wishes to wake up every morning with the sound of your laugh while taking care of Yu-Jin.

At this point, you and In-Ho are Yu-Jin's parents who don't live together or even together. You liked the idea of In-Ho letting you take care of his cat while he's away. Do you like it because you get to spend time with In-Ho's cat, or is it because you get to see In-Ho? 

“Y/n.” You heard a familiar voice as you looked up the stairs, and you saw In-Ho, who looked handsome as always. “Hmm?” “Are you ready to go?” He asked as he walked down the stairs, meeting you in the living room, “Yes, what took you so long anyways? ” You asked him as you slightly tilt your head with curiosity. In-Ho's breath hitched at your question. How long was he gone anyway? Is it that obvious? Were you paying attention to how long he was gone? God, did you hear him jerking himself while he moans your name like a prayer? “In-Ho?” The sound of your soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “I- I was trying to find my uhm–my glasses,” he said as he points at his glasses, “Oh, alright, By the way–” you stand up and walk towards him, you slightly reach to his hair to fix it, “You look more better like this–” you said going on tippy toes while you fix a strand of his hair, you actions made his heart beats faster, he looks down on you, how close you are with him, he leaned in a little so you wouldn't be tipping your toes to reach his hair, you looked at each other for a while, those brown eyes, you can see the whole universe in them, you licked your lips a little, In-Ho noticed it–he looks at your lips that’s now damp with your saliva, he slowly looked on your eyes as he blinked leaning back up, “Let’s go-” He said as he turned around grabbing his keys and things, You nodded and picked up Yu-Jin and on your way out you also hurriedly grab Yu-Jin's leash, In-Ho waited for you before he opens the door, “After you,” he said stepping a side as you gave him a shy smile before walking out of his house, he quickly followwed after you, locking his house as the two of you went to his car, before you could even open the door he reached the door handle and opens the door for you, making you blush by his action, he noticed it, the way you hurriedly went inside as you lowered your head—hiding your flustered face, he smirked, he went around to go inside the car, he looked at you then Yu-Jin—who’s sitting comfortably on your lap, ‘What a lucky cat.” He thought, you slowly looked at him, “What is it?” In-Ho's gaze softened. “Nothing. Make yourself comfortable, Y/n,” he said as he started his car. The engine of his car roared, which made you quite shocked; cars don't really amaze you that much. Besides, this is your first time riding in an expensive car like this. “Do you want to play some music? ” He said before looking at you, “What?” You asked, slightly taken aback by his question, “You can play something; I know the silence bothers you.” He breathed out as he stopped his car because of the stoplight. ‘Oh…so he noticed,’ you thought. “Oh, alright.” You said as you connected your phone to his car speakers, and you played Angel Eyes by ABBA. The song hummed through the silence of the car as you quietly sang from it. You started to bob your head to the song as you looked down and smiled at Yu-Jin, who was looking up at you, admiring your features. In-Ho couldn't help but steal glances from time to time; he liked how your voice sounded from singing the song, how your nose would slightly scrunch cutely when playing with Yu-Jin. He smiled at the sight of you; he was slowly falling in love with you—and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from falling in love further. He quietly hummed the song as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, matching the beat from the song. “In-Ho? ” “Hmm?” He hummed as he slowly looked at you, “What time will you go home later? ”You said with a slight hint of nervousness, “Before dinner, why? ” He said as he turned back his focus on the road, “I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner…at my house,” a long pause cuts through the air, “You don’t have to go—” “I’ll go.” He cuts you off mid-sentence before you could even finish your sentence, “Are you sure? ” you said with a hint of excitement in your voice, “Yes.” You smiled brightly. He noticed your excitement as he looked at you for a second, then looked away to smile to himself.

“We’re here,” he said as he went out to open your door for you. “Thank you.You smiled up at him as you put down Yu-Jin so he could walk—in-ho nodded at your words and closed the door of his car as the two of you went inside the coffee shop. The smells of burnt coffee filled the air—the smell reminds you of your second encounter with In-Ho, where he leaned down to grab Yu-Jin in his arms and how his skin brushed against yours—how he smells like your favorite coffee. You felt a large hand placed on your back. It’s In-Ho’s. Your eyes widened as he leaned in against your ear,’Be a good girl for me and find us a table. Think you could do that? ’’ Your face heated up, and In-Ho smirked behind you. Noticing how his words and actions affected you deeply, you looked up at him as you quickly nodded, walking away to find a table to sit—eventually you found one, not far from the window of the coffee shop. In-ho glanced at you, giving you a slight nod, “Good morning, sir! What can I get you?” the barista said as In-Ho gave his order to the barista, “Alright, 2 medium iced Americanos. That’ll be (whatever your desired amount).” The barista said as In-Ho grabbed his wallet inside his pocket to pay for his order, “Oh, and your name, Mr…? ” The barista asked, making In-Ho pause for a moment before saying his name, ‘’In-ho.” The barista nodded as He wait on the side, quickly giving you a glance, he smiled at the sight of you as you played with Yu-Jin, he couldn't help but be jealous of his cat, Yu-Jin. How you give Yu-Jin affection and light feather touches, how gentle you are with Yu-Jin, giving Yu-Jin tons of kisses on its face, God, is he really getting jealous with his cat? He just wishes that you could do that to him too, Not now, But maybe soon. 

He sighed as he looked at the time, ‘Fuck,’ he muttered as he was going to be late again. It didn’t matter though; he was with you. He wished that he could stop the time for a moment to admire you from afar, to look into your angel eyes. He took a glance at you again, and it seems like you’re talking to…a man. The said man hugged you tightly as you chuckled and hugged him back. Yu-Jin blankly looked up at the two, confused on what’s happening. Like father, like son indeed.

“Y/n! It's been so long; I've missed you! ”Your childhood best friend, Marc, said while hugging you. You pull away from his embrace as you smile up at him, “I know! I haven’t seen you since college!” You both chuckled as you two exchanged conversation, “Oh—you have a cat?! ” Marc exclaimed, pointing at Yu-Jin, who didn’t pay attention to Marc. You chuckled, “That’s Yu-Jin—and

No, he’s not my cat; it's my neighbor’s.” You sigh as the two of you sit down beside each other. “Oh—You're a cat sitter now? ” He teased, and you playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Yes, and I do it for free—because this little one here is too adorable, and I love looking after him! ” You chuckled as you looked at Yu-Jin, who just blankly stared at you.Odd,’ you thought. 

“2 medium iced Americanos for In-Ho? ” The barista called as In-Ho snapped himself from staring at you and the man who’s now sitting beside you, He quickly thanked the barista as he took your drinks, Glaring at the man beside you, who seems close to you, is he your boyfriend, Fuck are you married? There’s no ring, though…He’ll put one on soon.

“Y/n.” You heard a familiar husky voice as you looked behind you to see In-Ho standing there with 2 coffees in hand. “In-Ho,” you smiled as you stood up. “This is Marc,” you said as you pointed at your friend. “Marc, this is Hwang In-Ho. He’s Yu-Jin’s owner and also my neighbor.” In-Ho looked at Marc with a blank expression as Marc stood up and extended his hand to shake In-Ho’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Hwang,” he said as In-Ho stared at Marc’s hand. He gave you your coffee before shaking Marc’s hand, not bothering to say anything. He sat down on the opposite side of the table as he looked at you, then Marc. Meanwhile, Yu-Jin sat on In-Ho’s lap. ‘I know, Buddy.’ He thought, “Oh—how did you know that I like Americano coffee? ” You said, eyeing In-Ho. He glanced at you; his gaze turned soft at your words, “I just know.” Of course he knows; it's what your house smelled like one morning when he went there. “So,” he sighed, “how did you two know each other? ” He said, looking coldly at your friend, Marc. “We've been friends since middle school. My mom and Y/n’s mom are also friends, and we basically grew up together and went to school together too,” Marc says while looking at you. In-Ho can’t help but be jealous. Do you like Marc? How about him? Don’t you like him? In-Ho thought of countless things in his mind. He just nodded and pressed his lips together in a thin line. “I’ll invite him to dinner later; I hope that’s ok…” you said as you looked down, ‘No, it's not ok, Y/N.’ In-ho thought; he paused for a moment, “Yeah,” he said before taking a sip of his coffee. The taste of black coffee made him feel alive; he sat up straight, slightly annoyed how your ‘friend’ Marc kept touching your hand, “So, Mr. Hwang… What do you do for a living? ” Marc said as he eyed In-Ho, “I teach,” He breathed out, Not interested in the conversation, “Teach, what?” Marc added, In-Ho tried his best not to sigh in annoyance, “I’m a professor at (your preferred university); I teach literature,” he said as he took a glance at you. In-Ho’s eyes softened when he saw you smiling at him, at him, not your stupid friend Marc. He took a sip of his coffee to hide his smile. “That’s interesting,” Marc said as he nodded. “And you? ” “Oh, I'm a mechanical engineer,” Marc said, giving In-Ho a smile. There’s a long pause of silence between the three of them. 

In-Ho looked down on his lap to see Yu-Jin peacefully resting. He smiled. He wished that someday it’d be you who’s resting your head on his lap as he moves a strand of your hair that’s been covering your beautiful face. He would give you kisses on top of your forehead. In-Ho would tell you how beautiful and good you are to him. He would praise you as if you’re a goddess. Fuck, he’d do it either way. He looked at his watch, and he was an hour late. ‘Fuck,’ he mumbled under his breath. ‘Y/n,” In-Ho called you. ‘Hmm? ” You hummed, “I should go; I’m late; I’ll see you later.” He said, placing Yu-Jin beside the empty seat as he stood up and grabbed his things, “Thank you for the coffee, In-Ho.” You smiled up at him, your hands brushed against, his heart skipped a beat, “It’s nothing,” Y/n.” Take care. He gave you a shy smile and patted Yu-Jin,"Be good to Y/n.” He chuckled as Yu-Jin purred. He took a quick look at you before nodding and left.

He opened his car door, settling his things in the back as he sat down, turning the engine on. The engine roared as he stepped on the gas and drove to the university. He can’t help but look at the empty passenger seat beside him. He misses you. He misses your smile and your soft voice humming on the song coming through his radio. In-Ho can’t help but imagine you sucking him while he drives, pressing your head deeper down his shaft, as you swallow thick stripes of his cum down your throat. He snapped himself out of his thoughts as he arrived at the parking lot of the university. 

You said your goodbyes to Marc as he left you and Yu-Jin at the coffee shop. Sighing you sat beside Yu-Jin petting him, you took a walk down the park, the sun is shining and so is you. The sun perfectly illuminates your soft skin. Meanwhile, Yu-Jin also enjoyed the weather; you found a bench to sit on and poured water on Yu-Jin’s food bowl. He drank it, and you also took a sip of water. The cold water made you shiver. You grabbed your phone to update In-Ho about you and Yu-Jin. You grabbed Yu-Jin and placed him down on your lap as you quickly snapped a picture of the two of you, sending it to In-Ho after.

After a long walk, you and Yu-Jin decided to go home to rest. It's been a long morning for the two of you, but as always, you had a lot of fun. A few minutes later you and Yu-Jin arrived at your house, you feed Yu-Jin before going up in your bedroom to take a shower, Your skin felt sticky because of the sweat, The cold water from the shower made you relaxed–Suddenly you thought of In-Ho, How would it feel like taking a shower with a man like him, How his warm and delicate touch would feel against your skin under the cold shower, you imagined him trailing down kisses on your shoulder blades and on your bare chest, he would suck your skin till it leaves reddish marks as he trace them using him tongue, Licking it all the way down on your nipples, You slowly pull your hand down on your bare cunt, Circling your clit as you quietly moan his name, ‘’In-Ho…’’ As you imagine him inserting his thick index finger inside your walls, you felt yourself stretch against his fingers, ‘’You’re so wet for me, Sweetheart,’’ In-Ho said as he leaned in on your shoulder to leave marks there, “In-Ho...please–” You moaned as you pumped your fingers inside, Imagining its In-Ho’s fingers, he groans as he inserts his middle finger, Making you feel full, “Shit, Sweetheart–so tight for me, Think you could take another one? Hmm?” He mumbled as you quickened your pace, as you felt a familiar sensation on your stomach—”Answer me, Y/n, I asked you a question, haven’t I? ”He said, cupping your chin roughly.

You imagined In-Ho who’s a man who can be rough and soft at the same time, He’ll make you beg until you cry, and he would only smirk and tilt his head slightly as you beg for his touch, He would make you a crying mess underneath him, He would fuck you till he had enough, you kept on thinking about him as you gently rub your clit, thinking its In-Ho’s fingers against it, He pulled out his fingers as he looked at you, The same look that he would always give you when silence filled the room, ‘’In-Ho..Please i’m close–” You cried out, ‘’Please what, Sweetheart?” He waited for your response, "Make me cum—Please, God, In-Ho—” At this point, you’re a mess, face flustered, eyes filled with tears. Your skin felt vulnerable as In-Ho traced his fingers against the marks that he made, "Look at you, so beautiful like this…’’ he said, inserting his index, middle, and ring fingers inside your aching pussy. You wince at the pain, “Cum for me. Now,” he demanded as you continued to pump yourself as you thought of In-Ho doing it for you, “That’s it, Sweetheart, fuck—” He groans as he felt your walls clench around his fingers, “In-Ho, I’m going to cum—! ” You moaned loudly as you pleased yourself at your own imagination, “That’s it, sweetheart. Be a good girl for me and cum all over my fingers like the whore you are—! ” He said as he roughly played with your sensitive clit, your eyes hit the back of your head as you squirted in the shower while moaning In-Ho’s name. You slowly pull your fingers out as you groan—you scoff to yourself, feeling embarrassed after what you just did—moaning your neighbor's name while you fuck yourself, thinking, What would In-Ho think if he finds out that you’re moaning his name while you touch yourself? Does he do the same to you? Clearly not, right? He’s not that kind of man—he’s just quiet, observant, and sometimes he can be a little teasing—when he’s in the mood, of course. You sigh as you continue to shower, properly this time.

In-Ho sat down on his chair inside the cubicle and saw your text message; he smiled upon seeing it. You looked beautiful as always—a hand brushed against his shoulder, “Mr. Hwang, are you free tonight? ” A woman wearing a gray skirt and white button-up shirt called In-Ho’s name. In-Ho looked back, eyeing the woman’s hand on his shoulder before looking at her. “Ms. Gomez,” he said as he straightened his posture. The woman leaned down to In-Ho’s eye level. “Busy? ” The woman said as she tilted her head a little, “Yes.” In-Ho coldly said, giving her a blank facial expression, “So, are you free tonight for—” “No,” In-Ho said before the woman could even finish her sentence, “Oh—” She lightly scoffed, must’ve been taken aback by In-Ho’s response, “Some other time, maybe? ” She said as he seductively caressed In-Ho’s shoulder, In-Ho sighed in annoyance, "’Look," he said as he grabbed Ms. Gomez’s hand, “I’m a busy man, and I certainly won’t go out with a woman like you. Find someone else you could bother,” he said as he stood up, grabbing his things and leaving without saying anything, “Typical.” Ms. Gomez said as she scoffed and eyed In-Ho’s back, looking at him from top to bottom.

In-Ho sighed as he went out of the campus, nodding and greeting some of the students and his colleagues. He hates it, though. He doesn’t like social interactions that much; it bores him. He doesn’t even care if he has no friends at the campus; he has his cat, Yu-Jin, anyways. Oh, and well, there’s you. His ray of sunshine amidst his dark and quiet demeanor, always there to brighten up his day even with just shy glances from you, a smile creeps upon his lips by just the thought of you. Your effect on him is impeccable—you drive Thee Hwang In-Ho crazy! And he couldn’t believe that a person like you would make him feel like a teenager again.

He arrived at the parking lot. He opened the door of his black Mercedes. He set his things on the passenger side where you once sat. He recalled the moment where you were humming and smiling. He smiled too, "Fuck, she’s making me feel so desperate.” He sighed. He went around and opened the door of the driver's side as he sat down, turning the engine on. The engine roared as he stepped on the gas pedal. 

While driving, In-Ho can’t help but think of the things he needs to buy from the store. He needs food at home. He’s been lazy for the past few days about it. Going shopping from the grocery store feels lonely. He doesn’t like it. He just wishes that someday you’ll do it with him—walking on every aisle of the store as he holds your hand. Fuck, he would buy anything you want, even if you just thought of getting it or you just touched it. He’ll buy it. He will spoil you with his money and probably everything that he has. He parked his car in the parking lot as he went out and closed the door behind him.

He grabbed a couple of foods that he may need during the week; he also grabbed a bottle of expensive whiskey—he likes drinking whiskey, unlike beer or any other alcohol. After grabbing everything he needed, he went straight to the cashier, paying for his items. He went straight home; he can’t wait to see you. He stepped on the gas pedal as his car roared. He’s never been like this, getting so excited when going home, usually only seeing Yu-Jin at home makes him get excited, relaxing and watching movies while Yu-Jin sat beside him or on his lap. But now, when he met you…he’s always looking forward to going home and seeing you, even though you live just beside his house.

You laid down on your soft sofa while reading a book. Meanwhile, Yu-Jin laid down on the stairs, watching you carefully. You heard a soft knock coming from your front door. You huffed and sat up from your couch. Yu-Jin meowed at you, “You miss him, huh? ” you asked as Yu-Jin lay on his back—you chuckled, you walked towards Yu-Jin, and gave him belly rubs as you quickly walked towards the door. A soft knock came again, “Just a sec—” you said as you grabbed the door handle; you twisted it, and the door swung open, seeing your friend Marc holding a bouquet of flowers, “Hi.” You smiled, “Marc—you didn’t have to! ”You grabbed the bouquet of flowers in his hand as you smelled it. “It smells so nice—it’s so beautiful too! ” he chuckled, “It's not as beautiful as you, Y/n.” He said smiling at you, “Geez, when did you learn to be like that?” You chuckled, “I’m always like this.” He teased as you sighed, “Come in.” You opened the door just enough to let him in, “Your house looks wonderful,” he said as he looked around your home, “Oh—That old man’s cat is still here.” He crouched down as he called Yu-Jin, “Come here, buddy—” he said as Yu-Jin didn’t pay attention and just ignored him, “Is he always like that? ” Marc asked, “Oh, no…he’s usually sweet and clingy when I call him…” you said as Yu-Jin sat down on the chair cushion in the corner of the room, “Odd…” You mumbled, “Well, he must’ve loved you a lot then? ”Your friend Marc said as he stood up, looking at you, “What are you doing in here anyways? It's early, dinner’s at 6,” you said as you walked in the living room. “I just wanted to see you. It's quite lonely,” he said as he sat down on the couch. He looked beside him and saw the book that you were reading. “I didn’t know you liked to read. ” he asked as he brought up the book, holding it up to his face, “Inferno…Scary.” He chuckled, “I’ve been reading books since forever, you dummy—” You teased as you rolled your eyes playfully, “Hmm,” he grumbled, “What’s the cat’s name again? ” Marc asked, pointing at Yu-Jin, who’s glaring at him, the same glare that In-Ho has when he first met you, the looks that could literally kill. Yu-Jin really looks like In-Ho, no DNA test needed. You chuckled at the thought, “His name is Yu-Jin; he’s a sweet and calm cat, but he can be stubborn sometimes…which reminds me of someone.” You smiled a little as your friend looked at you. “Me? ” he said, “What? No—” You chuckled, “Someone I know…” You smiled a little, “Whatever.” You two chuckled.

In-Ho arrived at his home, parking his car as he went out, eyeing your house. The lights are on. You’re home already. A slight smile creeps on the corner of his lips as he goes inside his house. Setting his things down, he quickly puts the food he bought inside the fridge and some inside the food pantry. He sighs as he leans back on the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone—checking if you sent him a message. He frowns, only one text message from you, which is odd. He’s used to seeing lots of your messages pop up on the screen of his phone; it’s either a picture of Yu-Jin alone or with you. He always saves them; there’s actually one folder on his gallery dedicated to you. He puts a password on it, making sure only he can access it. He quickly typed a message and sent it to you. He finds himself staring at his phone, waiting for you to reply. He started to tap his fingers on the kitchen counter, sighing and huffing. He looked at himself in the reflection of the window. Is he falling in love with you? Is he jealous, Needy? He ran his hand through his hair as he groaned and stood up, walking upstairs as he twisted the knob of his room.

You laughed as Marc cracked a joke, “I’m just saying—” He chuckled, “That’s funny, but never say that to me ever again! ” You slapped his shoulder as you laughed, “You still do that, huh? ” He winced in pain. “The what? ” You frowned, “The things that you do when you laugh, slapping my shoulder, it hurts—” He pouted as he teased you, “Oh—stop it.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

The warm water splashed through In-Ho’s skin as he relaxed under the shower, breathing heavily as he thought of you. Ever since he jerks himself at the thought of you, he couldn’t stop doing it. He groans at himself for doing such a thing like that.

In-Ho is a man who barely touches himself unless he needs release; whenever he’s stressed from work, he’ll stroke his cock with his left hand, and after he cums, he’ll act like nothing happened and will go straight back to work. And now here he is—in the shower moaning your name breathlessly as he came—shooting his cum on the ceramic walls of his bathroom, he rested his head on the wall, his chest rising up and down, “Fuck…” he muttered.

He went out of the shower as he wrapped a towel on his waist, he opened his closet trying to find comfortable clothes to put on for your dinner with him tonight. Should he wear something casual? Something that he’ll get to tease you with, to linger your eyes on? He grabbed a pair of black pants and a charcoal gray button-up shirt. He put them on as he looked at himself in the mirror. He chuckled as he rolled his sleeves through his elbow—exposing his veins that go all the way up to his biceps. He also left his collar unbuttoned, getting a tiny glimpse of his skin. He sprayed some of his expensive perfume on his neck. After putting on his glasses, he went downstairs and grabbed an expensive bottle of wine that he bought from Italy a year ago. He wished that you liked wine; he forgot to ask you that—he just knows that you like black coffee.

He stood outside your door, remembering the first time he went here. He was rude to you. He softly chuckled through the memory. Your soft and innocent expression always caught him off guard. He always thought, how could such a grumpy old man like him meet a bright person like you? He could only sigh at the question in his mind. He brought his knuckles on your door and remembered to knock softly, not wanting to startle you like he did before.

“Oh—I’ll get it,” Marc said as he stood up from his seat as you and Yu-Jin cuddled on the floor. You nodded. In-Ho knocked again. “Just a sec—” He heard a different voice coming from the inside of the house. Shit, were you with someone else? Are you having dinner with someone else and not him? The door swung open as In-Ho frowned, “Who is it?” You asked as you walked slowly towards the front door, “It’s the old man from the coffee shop earlier,” Marc said eyeing In-Ho from up to down, ‘I’m gonna kill him,’ In-Ho thought as he scoffed at marc’s words, “Oh, he’s here for the dinner–” You said as you looked at In-Ho ‘Fuck, he’s hot.’ You thought as you gave him a smile, In-Ho’s gaze softened when he saw you, “Y/n.” In-Ho said giving you a slight smile, Fuck he looks breath taking, His dark brown disheveled hair, His style of clothing–Honestly you love how In-Ho dressed himself unlike guys your age who dressed like everyone else you see on the street, But In-Ho, he dress himself perfectly, His taste in Clothes are elegant, Always give him that aura and intimidation, His looks matches the way he dress–And fuck, you could smell that strong scent of if perfume, It smell like burnt amber and leather, It smells so manly. 

In-Ho noticed the way you looked at him. He knows that his plan worked. You look like you could do anything to him right now. The way your eyes traveled up and down through his figure, your eyes full of lust as you look at him, he doesn’t give a fuck about your friend. He’ll take you away from him. You’re his and he’s yours, and he’ll make you his no matter what. 

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[saiddcain]

As someone who joined Tomarrymort Fandom last year, I am curious... what was it like when it was a very rare ship in the 2000s?

Well, it was a different context back then. A different internet. Mind you, I wrote in Portuguese (my native tongue) and posted on fanfiction.net. There was no ao3, only fanfic forums, livejournal and the big one, ff.net. Back in the 2000s, before tumblr exploded and concentrated fandom in its trenches, fanfic itself wasn’t a very known concept. In a way, the Harry Potter series really helped develop the genre and put it on the map in a way that previous fandoms — Buffy, LotR, Star Trek and others — hadn’t. The moment was very auspicious; HP was a global phenomenon and the internet was rising faster than ever. The months, years between the release of the final four books also helped: restless, hundreds of thousands of fans started writing their own versions of the story. I remember when a newspaper in my country published an article about Harry Potter fans and fanfics. They even mentioned Drarry! A breach between “fandom world” and the “real world”. Nowadays “fanfic” is used a slang in my culture (to mean lie, fabricated tale) by people who have no idea where the term came from. Fandom is a known thing and its members are taken seriously as consumers. Entertainment companies are aware of ships, of tropes, even of old men yaoi.

It was different back then. Even within that huge fandom Voldemort/Harry or TomHarry was a small, almost inexistent ship. We didn’t know yet that Harry was Voldemort’s Horcrux — although some fans had already come up with the theory. There was a lot of crack involving Voldemort. Noseless, bald, snake-like Voldy. He was far from the sex symbol he is today. I remember when Ralph Fiennes was cast to play him…

Tom Riddle, on the other hand, was a bit more palatable. If I remember correctly he was shipped mostly with Ginny. A lot of fans were intrigued by him. But many couldn’t see past the unsexy villain he’d become. A lack of handsomeness — that was unforgivable. Especially in an age where Japanese Animation was also a growing hype — compare Voldemort to the bishonen that treaded gracefully the western screens: Itachi, Sesshoumaru, Light Yagami, all those svelte, long-haired beauties. Even Orochimaru, Voldemort’s most obvious anime double, had more style.

I’ve always liked villains. I read the first Harry Potter when I was six or seven and I already liked Voldemort then. Even as a shade, a shape on the back of Quirrell’s head. When he was re-introduced as Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets I knew he would be my favourite ever. Like many other kids I grew up with Harry. But Voldemort was my son, my love, my darling. I started reading fanfic when I was twelve but most of it was anime’s. When I came across Harry Potter fanfic my focus was the Marauders. We had a very thriving community writing in Brazilian Portuguese before we were all colonised by the internet’s Lingua Franca. Both in English (which I started to learn when I was ten) and Portuguese Voldemort/Tom Riddle was a usually side character. Ginny, Bellatrix, obvious self-inserts OCs, Lucius — those were his most common partners.

TomHarry/Harrymort started to appear more, I think, after the release of the fifth book. That connection, that dream sharing, is hard to ignore. I recall an author who’d put Harry through hell through Voldemort’s hands (he was quite the sadist in their depiction). Others wrote him as the tender violator. Some of the tropes that are now popular began to be formed: Dark!Harry, Dumbledore bashing, Light Bashing. A lot of fics depicted Voldemort “rescuing” Harry from the Dursleys, horrified by the abused he suffered.

Not many explored Harry and Tom, but some did. Time travel fics were almost unheard of. A few gems attempted that glorious hardship: Voldemort and Harry being together while staying true to their morals and beliefs. Those were very hard to find and I treasured them.

I think something shifted in the late 2000s/early 2010s. We now knew Harry was Voldemort’s Horcrux. And we had Flayu. Flayu was the first popular, Japanese fanartist to draw TomHarry/Harrymort. We didn’t have the incomparable @shelter-maki0 but we had drawings like this and this and this.

I stayed away from the fandom and from Voldemort/Harry for a long time. After Voldemort died in the seventh book I renounced Harry Potter……my baby was gone and I felt that he was done very dirty in the end. He went out like a Disney villain. No depth. So I don’t know how we moved from a very niche pairing with few fanfics and only one big fanartist to 16,120 fics as I’m writing this. I missed that bridge. The fandom annoys me nowadays because so many works are more of the same. I feel like we used to be more daring back in my day. But that could be just me being a 30+ old man yelling at a cloud. But also:

For all the annoyance the overuse of that trope (and others) causes me, I’m happy this fandom is so much bigger now and so many people enjoy this pairing. When I stumbled on them, many, many years ago, it was like a switch turned on in my brain. Voldemort/Harry makes so much sense it’s insane. I’m glad more people see it, write about it, love them like me.

Hope I didn’t bore you with my (old man’s…) reminiscences. This was a fun ask to answer. Thank you ❤️

[wolfpackenthusiast]

hii cutie,, can i request a seth x jacob's little sister! reader. like jacob brought her to a bonfire because the imprints found about her because embry and quil were arguing over who she liked more. when she DOES come to the bonfire seth imprints on her and he's like really shy and embarrassed about it and embry and quil tease him about imprinting on 'baby black'. i feel he would be really cute and respectful about it.

Young Love

♡ Pairing: Seth Clearwater x Jacobs LttleSister!Reader

Summary: ↑

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: it’s been a hot minute since i uploaded a fic so i’m a bit rusty on writing 😓 + i’m in my Ralph Macchio era so yeah but i still love love twilight♡

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“Dude, she obviously likes mw better, she took the food i handed her first” Embry said, barging into Sam & Emily’s house as usual, right after patrol, following along with Quil, Jacob not too far behind them.

“She only took it first because you were taking up her whole line of sight!” Quil shot back, shoving Embry playfully, making him stumble while he took a seat at the table next to Seth and Paul, in which they stared at him with confused expressions, very unsure of what the two were talking about, Seth tilting his head to the side, trying to make sense of what was going on.

“Ypu two jus’ gonna leave us out or are you gonna tell us who’re talking about?” Paul commented, Jacob anf Embry joining them at the table, immediately digging into the food laid out for them.

“They’re talking about my lil sis, she unfortunately came home from school early, and ran into them when we were about to go out.” Jacob replied as Paul’s gaze switched to him when he spoke up, along with Seth’s.

“Oh yeah? How old is she?” Paul replied, he wasn’t aware of Jacob having a sister, although, they didn’t go around Jacob’s place much. “She’s 14, almost 15.”

That caught Seth’s attention, he suddenly seemed more interested in the topic, considering Jacob’s sister was around his age, scooting his chair slightly closer.

“Cool, bring her to a bonfire.” Paul said bluntly, surprising them all. “What?” Jacob said abruptly, he did not think that was a good idea, considering the pack could get.. rowdy. “C’mon, man, if she met Embry and Quil, she should meet the whole pack, don’t play favorites.” Paul convinced, and Jacob caved—barely.

Then came the night of the bonfire.

You strolled into their cozy environment, the fire cracking and everyone sitting around the bonfire, Jacob trailing slightly behind her, grumbling about how stupid Embry abd Quil are for opening their mouths. Soon, unintentionally, her and Seth lock eyes.

Cue—imprinting, his eyes softened as he saw their future, their soft moments together, the romantic ones and all, and not long after, the whole pack just realized what happened.

“Wait. Wait wiat wait wait, WAIT.” Embry said, looking between the two, seth looking a bit dazed while you looked confused. “Did Seth just imprint on baby black?!” Quil chimed in.

“Imprinting? What.. even is that?” You said, very confuzzled. Tilting your head to the side slightly, a habit both you and Seth shared when you were confused, unbeknownst to you two. “It’s best if Seth tells you, when he’s ready, of course.” Sam commented. “Jake, how could you not tell your sister what imprinting is??” Jared spoke up, in which earning no response from Jacob.

“Aww, look at Seth, finding his imprint so early!” Embry nudged him teasingly, earning a nudge back from Seth “hey, stop it..!” He muttered, already stiff and fidgety.

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Throughout the whole night, they didn’t exactly speak, you can feel his eyes on you throughout the night, though.

And soon, you two were the only ones by the fire, surprisingly, Jacob left you alone.

You and Seth could barely make eye contact, frankly, it was Seth who could barely make eye contact. You on the other hand, were perfectly fine.

You decided to break the awkward silence. “So, imprinting, what’s that?” You asked, scooting over at a close but respectful distance.

“Uh.. it’s… in a simple way to put it..” Seth spoke up softly, his eyes darting anywhere but her, “‘s like.. finding your soulmate, y’know?” Realizing how that sounded, he quickly added more to ease her thoughts, he doesn’t wanna think she’s forced into being in a romantic relationship with him. “B-But it doesn’t have to be romantic! If you don’t want it that way..” He explained. “It’s really up to you..” he finished shyly, finally looking at her properly.

“Mmh.. well, we’ll talk more, yeah? And we’ll see from there.” You said, nudging him playfully as Jacob called them and told them to get inside. You stood up first, offering your hand to him.

In which, he took it.

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Word count: 688

[dazed-and-confused23]

Dear Hearts and Gentle People 4

Summary: After their reunion at the Atomic Wrangler, Cooper decides that he wants more than just a quickie out of his wandering trader.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Warnings. Drug use and Alcohol. Fluff and Smut. Little longer than the other ones ❤️

DHGP Masterlist

Cooper sits on the side of the bed, inhaler in hand as he stares down at the chem. You are still asleep behind him, body tangled in the sheets, exhausted after the exciting reunion between the two of you. You had been a breath of fresh air for the ghoul, especially after finding out the truth behind the fate of his family, and then Lucy, the vaultie, had left him too. Gone back home to her vault to save them from those goddamn Bud's Buds.

Cooper had elected to stay in Vegas. He likes the city, and the booze was cheap, and the chems were even cheaper if you knew where to get them. However, now that the ghoul was borderline sober, and with you by his side, Cooper realized that he'd had something to look forward to. To live for again. You.

Every time the two of you had crossed paths, you never failed to send the ghoul's black heart racing. You were a wastelander through and through, but you were good, and Cooper didn't want to let that go. No. He would hold on tight, and nothing in heaven or hell would get him to let you go.

First thing first, however, was to show you that he was serious and that he cared for you beyond a quick fuck and drug transactions. Cooper turned in the bed and leaned over you, tucking his knuckle under your chin and kissing you until you woke up. A soft sigh escaped you when the ghoul pulled away, and you opened your eyes to see him above you.

"Well, that's one way to wake a girl up," you murmur, and shift to your back, opening your arms so that Cooper can fall against your chest, his face pressed in the crook of your neck. You hum softly and press a kiss to his bald head, "What's got you in such a good mood?"

Cooper buries himself against you, shoving his arms under you so that he can hold you close. He listens to your heartbeat, and the sound of content he makes sounds more like a cat purr than anything else. He debates with himself before deciding to hell with it.

"Let me take you out. On a proper date," He began, and the more he spoke, the more he felt like his old self, Cooper Howard, before the end of the world, "You deserve it after everything you've done for me."

You eyed him, though your lips were already turning up at the idea. Who knew your ghoul was such a romantic? You tilt your head to the side, "Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

Cooper rises to his elbow and admires how your hair halos around your face. You are beautiful, even sleepy-eyed, and dressed in nothing but your panties.

"We're in Vegas, Baby. Let's make the most of it."

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Mick and Ralph's had a surprising number of preserved prewar clothing, and you picked through the dresses looking for the perfect fit. You spotted a cute, blue number that would hug you in all the right places and billow out at the waist. Mick even had a cute pair of kitten heels that he gave you on the house.

Cooper had also done some digging around and conveniently found one of his old set costumes. The colors were faded, but they looked brand new compared to the get-up he always wore. Dressed to impress, the ghoul admired himself in the cracked mirror. If you ignored the obvious, Cooper looked like he'd just come off set of A Man and His Dog.

He wold whistles when you step out of the back room, and even though you're custom to his flirty behavior, you still blush bright and give Cooper a tiny grin. You've never had an opportunity to wear something so nice before, and it made you feel different, but not in a bad way.

"Well, look at you, Darlin'. All dressed up and beautiful for little ol' me," He crooned and snagged your hand, spinning you in a slow circle so that he could admire you from all angles. You give him a smile so full of fond amusement that Cooper’s heart stutters in his chest.

"Only for you, Cowpoke," you say and curl your hand behind his head to tug him down for a quick kiss that Cooper melts into.

After paying Mick and Ralph, Cooper escorts you to the gate of the Strip where the securitrons let the two of you by after flashing the passports you'd paid the shop owners for. Inside, the flashing neon lights made you squint, and you did your best to take it all in at once.

"A lot's changed since the last time I've been here," Cooper comments and casts his gaze around. It's been over two hundred years, but the Vegas Strip still felt the same. The two of you bypass Gomorrah and the Ultra Lux, and instead, head for the Tops where a man with blonde, slicked-back hair greets them with a suave grin.

"Hey, hey cats. My name is Swank. Welcome to the Tops Casino. The floor is open, and Tommy's got some real class acts tonight on stage if you're interested."

The two of you hand over any weapons that couldn't be concealed and head upstairs to the theater. A live band is playing on stage, and a place has been cleared in the middle of the room for dancing. Cooper leads you to a corner booth and drops to kiss your brow before he lopes off to order you both a drink.

From there, the night goes off without a hitch. The two of you drink til you feel tipsy and brazen enough to tug the ghoul out to the dance floor where Cooper upstages you and everyone else there. He twirls and dips you, leaving you a giggling mess and eyes only for him.

At some point, Cooper gets the grand idea to spend some caps on some chips, and you stand beside him as he cleans the blackjack table, coming away with more chips that you have to help him carry back to the exchange desk. The two of you eventually stumble out of the Tops and mosied back down the road to Gomorrah.

Their weapons are confiscated once more, and Cooper pays the receptionist for a hotel room for later on. He doubted that they would be sober enough to leave this place later on.

His hunch was right hours later when the two of you stumbled to the elevator. Coop's arm is tight around your waist, holding you close to keep you from tipping over. You cling to him, giggling as you wind your arms around his neck, and he catches your eyes, glassy from the jet that one of the dancers had given you.

"Your eyes are so pretty, ya know that?" You slur, and Cooper snickers as he leads you out of the elevator and down the hall to the room he'd rented. He's not nearly as gone as you, but he chalks that up to being used to the substance abuse.

You plop on the bed and reach back for the zipper of your dress, feeling too constricted in the blue fabric, and get stuck with it halfway off. Cooper laughs at you and comes to help, tugging the dress away and tossing it behind him before he pounces.

His lips meet yours in a slow kiss, a gentle give and take that turns heated when you bite his lip hard enough to hurt. You sooth it with your tongue, and groan when Cooper curls his own around the slippery muscle, the kiss wet and sloppy. He looms over you, keeping himself propped up with his elbow, while his other hand grips your waist, and rocks his hips down.

Cooper groans into the kiss when his clothed cock meets the heat between your thighs. You buck against him, whining into the kiss and demanding he take his damn pants off already.

"Patience, young grasshopper," Cooper rumbles above you and slides off the bed to button his shirt and jeans. He folds them almost reverently before he turns back to the bed and crawls on top of you, "Great things come to those who wait."

You scoff at him, though your lips are tilted up in amusement, "I've been waiting forever, Coop."

Your legs fall open and wrap around his waist. You are so wet that the ghoul can see slick glistening in the low light of the room where it clings to your puffy folds. He swallows harshly when you reach down and spread them, giving him an excellent view of your clit and twitching hole.

"Now I want you to fuck me like you mean it."

Cooper doesn't need to be told twice and spits in his hand before wrapping it around his cock and stroking himself twice before he lines up and sinks down to his balls. Your cunt throbs around him, pulling him impossibly closer, and he falls forward, hips humping forward as you cling to him.

Coop fucks you like it's his last day on Earth. He shifts to his knees, and his cock slips even further, pressing against something inside you that makes stars shatter. You curse loudly, Cooper’s name falling from your lips like a mantra as he hooks your legs over his shoulders and bends you over. The new position makes it hard to breathe, but all you want is more.

"'M close," Cooper grunts in your ear, and you lock your knees around his head, meeting him thrust for thrust as you work for your release. He unlocks his jaw and bites into the hollow of your throat. The pain is enough to send you over the edge, your pussy fluttering and gushing around the ghoul's cock.

"Ah-fuck," He snarls and follows you right over the edge, pumping you full of seed until it dribbled out from your stuffed cunt. He finds your lips kissing you as he rides out his orgasm, hips jerking when you tighten around him.

Cooper lays there, breathing you in and curling his arms tight around your waist. He is far too tired to move, and you don't seem to mind the extra weight with how tightly you hold him back. The ghoul feels at peace as if a part of his life he'd been missing has slotted back into place. He raises his head just enough to catch your eyes, and you reward him with an adoration-filled smile, but it's your words that cause his heart to explode like an atomic bomb.

"I love you."

You don't expect Cooper to pull you in for another kiss, this one soft and slow. He rests his brow against yours and wonders how he ever made it this far without you.

"I love you, too."

Holy moly, that got way sweeter than I intended. I hope you enjoyed it!❤️

[sunrisecaminus]

Ultra Magnus x Government Agent Reader SFW

Summary - Ultra Magnus falls in love with an human Agent after realizing she has a sweet side to her personality.

Warnings: Light Hurt/Comfort

Never have you ever thought you would be seeing real aliens when you first met the Autobots. Being one of the Agents from the US Government, you were assigned to see if Agent Fowler was doing his freaking job. That man has not gotten anything done to defeat the Decepticons that are trying to destroy the world. Now, you have been best friends with Fowler ever since college, but dang from what you have been hearing from your boss, he has been getting lazier and lazier. It was your job to see if he should be fired or not and get a replacement.

After a few months at the base, you have realized two things. One, the Autobots don't have enough recourses to even kill one Decepticon. Two, Fowler has been working his ass off for everyone to survive. Optimus was very kind to you when you arrived and introduced everyone to you. Ultra Magnus was professional, but you can tell he did not like your presence. The US government have been yelling at them about sitting on their afts, while also not providing anything for their survival. He has been warned by Fowler and Prime that humans don't understand what they were going through and so they will be very uncooperative if the bots even tried to explain themselves. "Prime sir, we should not be having anymore interference with these human leaders. Non of them have even came up once to listen to reason." He stared at Optimus with a pleading look, he didn't like to be similar to Ratchet, but he understood why Ratchet hated almost all humans. Optimus looked up from the data pad and gave him a stern look. "Ultra Magnus, I understand your lack of faith my friend, but you have to remember the humans that have helped us so far. Agent Fowler is one of the reasons we have not been kicked from this planet, the children have saved our lives, and Agent Y/n is here to help us get more supplies from the human's government if we give her reason that we are efficient enough."

Ultra Magnus hated that Optimus was right, but he was a bit suspicious of the last sentence. "I am sorry sir, but Agent y/n has not even once reported to the government in three month. I don't think we are up to her standards at all." Optimus closes his eyes to think. Magnus was right about that, you have not been really doing anything around the base except observe everyone's movements and work. Hell Ratchet has been quite annoyed by your presence since he has to stay at the base for most of the missions. He is holding on to you though, giving you hope. Only one person has been supportive of you, and that was Fowler. He told Optimus whole stories about you saving his sorry ass from college professors all the time. He told him many stories of you supporting him and even giving him a place to stay when he needed it the most. Fowler has said though you were a calculated person, and never really showed your emotions a lot. It was hard to tell if you are being nice or just straight cold. "We shall see Ultra Magnus, though I cannot confirm if she is as troubling as you say. I will talk to Agent Fowler once more, so please look over the kids."

When Optimus walked off, Magnus stayed around to make sure Miko wasn't going to prank Ratchet and helped Ralph with any questions he had about Cybertron. He than starts to hear the clicking of heels from the elevator. You had a clip board in hand and was already writing something down. Your h/c (hair color) hair looked all neat and your outfit seemed nice and custom made. Walking over to Ratchet, you ask for his latest findings from last night's mission and both of you started to talk about work. Honestly if Ratchet had a scale for which human was more annoying, you were probably around in the middle. He was able to keep a conversation with you, but from far away he would grumble about things he didn't like that you did. After a few minutes you walked over to Ralph and Ultra Magnus. You stood behind the couch and watched as Ralph was making a nice online form about his cultural findings. Of course, it wasn't public for other humans to see, but if he ever forgot about something he could always click over to his notes and see what he put down. "Ah, you are doing so well Ralph. Although you spells that wrong, the symbol you put down actually has a small line going across the bottom." You pointed out something on Ralph's computer and he gasps. "Oh crap! Your right! Dang I thought I studied that!" Magnus sees you smile for the first time. "Oh it's ok. It's impressive to see you learn so much already after only a week. Better than what I could do."

After you turn around, walking back to the railing from across the base to keep writing in your clip board, Magnus looks at Ralph confused. "What were you and Agent y/n talking about?" Ralph looks up at Magnus and shares his screen for him to see. "Oh? Y/n is teaching me how to read your alphabet! She knows a lot about Iaconian and helped me learn so I can surprise Optimus later! Don't tell him though." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You knew Iaconian?! When did you have the time to learn such a difficult language?! Magnus couldn't help, but be flabbergasted by the fact you took the time to learn Iaconian and finally had enough. Did you like them or not? Why were you not reporting to your bosses and why haven't you left yet? You were only here to stay for a week…why haven't you left yet? He was getting to the bottom of it one way for another. He excuses himself and walks over to you. You see that a shadow surrounds your body and looks up. "Oh, good evening Ultra Magnus." You put your pen away and stood up straight to give your full attention to him. Magnus narrows his eyes and leans down just a smidge to be a bit closure to your frame. Look he may not like you, but at the very least he did not like intimidating people who are not Decepticons. "I need to speak with you Agent y/n. You have been keeping secrets from Prime and the rest of us, but now all of sudden you are learning Iaconian? What is your motivation?"

The smile that grew on your face made him a bit taken a back by the reaction. The smile looked nice on you, but he wasn't going to tell you that. "I have been monitoring everyone's work so I can give a long report to the government if they should give you their energon findings." WHAT?! The government had not only supplies, but they had the one resource they have been dying to get this whole time?! He clenched his hands into fists and looked angry. "You have energon is your procession? That stuff is useless for your species. Why didn't you report us being useful sooner. We could use those energon cubes to help give us more energy to fight for your planet." Before he could get even more angry, you put a hand up to shut him up. "Do not worry, I have already reported to them about you all working your hardest even with such little food. They needed a better report from me just in case you were pretending to be efficient for a week, so they have extended my stay for five months. At the end of my stay I will be in a very important meeting with all the higher ups to give my findings. Then they will happily give you all the crates they have by helicopter or by truck, just matters how much they are willing to give you." He could not believe this right now. This was the worse news he could get from you and he is trying not to go ape shit. "I understand this could be frustrating right now, but understand I am trying to poke them as much as I can to give you what you need. All of you have past the bar. In my book I would have given you everything by now after the first week. Right now I can't do anything but listen to their orders so you can be granted free supplies. Oh, and Optimus told me about where he lived back on Cybertron, I was curious about your culture so I had Bumblebee and Ralph help me learn. I am now known as one of the only human translators for Cybertronians and Humans. Luckily it seems you all already know English, though I would not have minded to be your spokes person."

This kind of made his anger fade…Your voice was not cold to him anymore. It seemed…sweet. This was the most care he has heard from you and it made him feel things he didn't want to feel. "W-well I appreciate you trying your best from what you have." Did he just stutter?! Oh Primus no, he needs to control himself. Why was he feeling such lovely feelings for you now?! He was just pissed a moment ago! You snapped him out of his staring and giggled. "Awe you are too kind. I need to go to Fowler now. I will see you before you all charge for the night, ok?" He nods and watches you leave. Your laugh was so cute. He needs to stop himself from feeling this way before he says something he is going to regret.

...

Bonus: Ratchet glares at Ultra Magnus while he scans him. "So a professional lady who works at the top has taken an interest in our species, her personality is a sweet yet serious person who gets the work done before she does anything else?" Sighing, Ratchet grabs his data pad and walks over to Ultra Magnus who looks at him for an answer to his condition. "You are not sick, you are just an idiot who fell in love with a fleshy."

[the-universe-carries-on]

LoTF Character Appearance Chart:

I think there used to be one of these, but the person left Tumblr. My copy is the Penguin Great Books copy (teal cover), so it might be different from yours. Bear with me.

Ralph: Fair hair (p. 1), Grey shirt (p. 1), 12 years old and a few months (p. 4), wide and heavy shoulders like a boxer (p. 4), mild mouth and eyes (p. 4), biggest on the island (p 15), Ralph started with hair at half an inch (p 96), bites his nails to the quick (p 96), His mother is dead as he claims mummy was still with them (p 99)

Jack: Tall, thin and bony (p. 13), red hair beneath his choir cap (p 13), face crumpled and freckled and ugly without silliness (p 13), light blue eyes (p 13), biggest choir boy (p. 14), freckled (p 15), sandy long hair (p 39), sunburnt (p 39), tall (p 57)

Simon: skinny and vivd (p 16), straight black coarse hair (p 16), smaller than Ralph and Jack (p 17), small (p 46), darkish in color and tanned deeply (p 46)

Piggy: Wind-Breaker (p. 1), Shorter than Ralph and "Fat" (p. 1), Thick glasses (p. 1), Pale (p. 6), tans to golden brown (p 54), wispy hair as though baldness was his natural state (p 54), different accent than the others (p 54)

Roger: slight, furtive boy (p. 14), dark boy (p 15), doesn't darken by tanning (p 50), black hair down to his nape (p 50), swarthy skin (p 52)

Johnny: Six years old (p. 11), Sturdy and fair (p. 11), well-built with fair hair (p 50), china blue eyes (p 50)

Maurice: second largest choir boy (p 14), broad and grinning all the time (p 14)

Samneric: Bullet-headed with "hair like tow" (p. 12), not enough skin when they smile (p. 12), unsuspected intelligence (p 31), unable to do things apart (p 84)

Mulberry Boy: about six years old and a shrimp (p 27), mulberry colored birthmark on one side of his face (p 27)

Henry: Biggest littlun and distantly related to the mulberry boy (p 49)

Percival: Mouse-colored and not very attractive (p 50)

Phil: Self confident littlun (p 73)

Littluns: A dark little boy (p. 11), Uniforms colored grey, blue, fawn (p. 11), Hair in brown, fair, black, chestnut, sandy, mouse-colored (p. 12)

Extra Information: Simon Robert and Maurice are in a grey area between littlun and biggun (p. 49), Jack's original paint is one cheek and eye socket white red on the other half of his face and charcoal from right ear to left jaw (p 51), Maurice Simon Piggy and Ralph were not present for the first pig killed (p 56), Jack and Ralph both think Africa is a country (p 71), Bill slaps Johnny to get him to stop crying (p 88), Robert laughs at Simon when he bashes into a tree (p 91), Simon predicts his own death (p 98), they bit Simon as he died. They cannibalized him (p 136)

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 2 part 1

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

Hey tumblr queers and agathario enthusiasts (I see you guys in the comments! @crybabyheathen, sorry to cause you so much distress! @onceuponalegendbg: I KNOW, RIGHT?? @ragnarockz thank you for being a butch!Agatha truther ❤️❤️)

Let's start episode 2, Circle Sewn with Fate / Unlock Thy Hidden Gate. Which, yes, has no Rio. But it has Lilia! Se let's count our blessings!!

oh my god girl, calm down! she's gone! focus!

that's a beautiful composed shot, with billy's head next to the rabbit, already telling us that he's going to become a son to Agatha

lmao she's about to bolt

aaaand she stops dead in her tracks when Billy mentions the Road. Look at her reflection again! that's so deliberate and so intriguing. how would you guys interpret it?

the Ballad theme playing in the background again. Agatha takes a whole step back when she hears the words "the Witches' Road" and immediately says no. she might be despicable, but there's no way she's getting a kid involved. especially not this kid. because they are somehow connected, otherwise how would she know about the car crash? even without knowing that this is Billy, she already cares about him. and she doesn't lie to him, even the tarots will say so. she might just, you know, omit things or even tell the truth from a certain point of view (already working on her obi-wan ghost mentor tricks)

"The road is no place to a kid." and so he was christened

but I can't stop staring at that rabbit picture. were the set people told to find the brightest bunny they could find? they really want you to notice it

now he's hopping like a bunny too! yes his legs are still tied, but I'm telling you it's all deliberate!! (insert either the pepe silvia or the I've connected the dots meme here)

don't tell him THAT. now he's gonna internalize it and accidentally kill you all one by one. christ.

girl you just got thrown around the room like a rag doll. you put together that outfit in two minutes, didn't even take a shower. you have no make up on. are you wearing ralph's shoes. is that his hat. (her being so frazzled speaks of how shell-shocked she is, she would usually take time to perfect the way she looks, because her looks is her armor)

billy is bullshitting too, he just googled her last night. I mean, I'm 100% convinced he cares about Agatha, but he is faking at least some of that trust and innocence (and good for him because she's a menace)

great, she found the brooch and nicky's hair. who needs a heart anyway, here, tear it out of my chest why don't you

Lilia has such beautiful handwriting. what a multitalent

NO, agatha. BAD agatha. now she's decided she might as well throw a little Road together and kill two or three idiots while keeping the boy safe on the side, which HISTORICALLY HAS NOT WORKED WELL FOR HER. how can she be so smart and SO STUPID

this also goes in the Top 5 Funniest Things Agatha's Ever Done list. now picture again all the dramatic car scenes from episode 1

covens are drawn together by fate and are the truest form of sisterhood??? why is rewatching this show kind of like being repeatedly stabbed in the heart???!!!??

look billy, it's the house where you were born! it was incredibly weird. a stork was there. (oh god, I just realized Billy is 3 years old)

Agatha spits at Wanda's home because a) she hates wanda and b) she hates that people hate wanda. this is the equivalent of being a queer kid and seeing faggot written on a locker (do I need to censor words? do tiktok rules apply now? I haven't written tumblr posts in so long)

except that, as Lilia will tell you, agatha has done a lot to smear witches' reputations, so yeah. consequences of her own actions etc.

be cool, man. mama is having the worst hangover of her life.

oh yes, Billy's boyfriend, Boyf.

shut up agatha, you know you wanna protect that little twink with your whole life

I almost wish I had an extra hour so I could gif agatha throwing the pen out of the window.

don't steal other people's pearls you hooligan (but see? clothes and accessories are props to her)

(by the way you won't find any Billy hate here, because I adore parent-children, mentor-mentee and found family relationships. and I think he's a sweetheart)

agatha discreetly snatching the eviction notice from the door. always thinking ahead, always scheming. the con master at work

*angel choir*

✨✨LILIA CALDERU✨✨

this show gave me a tragic villainous middle aged lesbian, which is literally my catnip, and she's only like, my second favorite character. which tells you all you need to know about the powers of dame Patti LuPone (I know she's not technically a dame) (yet) (I don't care if she's american Chucks, get to it!)

that's all I have time for tonight, can't wait to get me some ✨✨✨✨ Lilia scenes ✨✨✨✨

go to episode 2 part 2

[angelic-waffles]

No death post rescue au!!

(working title “By the Grace of God”) Simon and Piggy!! Info and bonus art under cut

After the attack, Simon was found by Peter and Ralph. They patched him up the best they could, and thankfully most of his injuries were external, but Simon still wasn’t great. He’s covered in scars and severely injured his right eye which lead to having to get it removed post island. His right side is overall worse off, losing most of his hearing in that ear after a spear blow in it. Post island he wears looser clothing that covers more skin because his scars freak him the fuck out. He also keeps his hair much closer cropped, rather than the long hair he rocked because he’s still terrified of someone mistaking him for something else.

Peters injuries left him wheelchair bound. When Roger pushed the boulder on him, he escaped with his life, but a severe spinal injury. He blacked out in fear and pain for a few days afterwards and woke up to a horrifying surprise, realizing he’d been paralyzed without sensation from about the waist down. He was luck enough to sustain the injury rather close to when they were rescued so his injuries weren’t even worse off. Piggy is now somewhat of a trigger word for him, lashing out if someone calls him that, much more than before.

Also, while I don’t know if Simon would ever be confident enough to wear prosthetics that don’t t match his good eye, but I think if he ever was confident enough to he’d enjoy using a green one :]

This was partially inspired by @yippee-optimistically ‘s kick ass no death no rescue au so check them out!!!

EDIT: more AU info here!

[prettycalla]

|| every time i fell ||

Pairing: Ralph Penbury/Reader

Summary: What started as a boring afternoon spent at a dressmaker’s shop soon became a lot more interesting after a chance encounter with a very eccentric gentleman.

Word count: 1.6k

Tags and warnings: Fluff, Ralph is his typical nuisance self, reader is she/her, no use of Y/N.

(Me? Writing in past tense? Who is she. I have no excuse for writing this. The man has 3 minutes of screen time, and yet here I am. Anyway. The song Bruises by Chairlift is to blame for a lot of this fic - it has such a Ralph vibe.)

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If you were to make a list of everything that you would like to be doing on a sunny Saturday afternoon, spending it in a dressmaker's shop would be somewhere at the very bottom.

It was your great-aunt's idea. A letter had arrived, with an invitation to attend the Duke and Duchess of Such-and-Such's party to celebrate their Something-or-Other - you hadn't exactly been riveted by the details. In fact, it had sounded dreadfully boring, and you had made the mistake of saying as much within your great-aunt's earshot. As punishment - for it had to have been so - she had insisted that you must have something more fitting to wear. As if you weren't in possession of an entire wardrobe fit to bursting with variations of the exact same tea dress appropriate for such an affair.

Dear old aunty had an interesting habit of pretending that her hearing was playing up when people said things that she didn't like, and so here you found yourself, after much cajoling from your mother - who, quite frankly, would have done anything just to be rid of the overwhelming musk of lavender and mothballs that seemed to follow your great-aunt everywhere she went.

The woman in charge of the shop was a small older woman, who seemed to spend more time criticising your posture than she did anything else. You had endured an hour of this at the very least, when mercifully she was called away on some other business with another customer. Your great-aunt was busying herself with fabric swatches, carefully comparing the robin's egg blue chintz with the duck egg blue chintz, and so you were afforded a moment's peace.

You were considering how best to sit down and rest your legs without being stabbed by one of the many pins holding the toile draped around you, when a voice caught your attention from the other side of the fitting room curtain. It was a man's voice, clearly well-to-do in how he spoke.

"...must be here somewhere," he was saying, quietly, as if speaking to himself. He sounded rather distressed.

Carefully, you stepped down from the platform you had been perched on, creeping closer to the curtain in the hopes of hearing more. Surely you could be forgiven for eavesdropping when you were so terribly bored.

No sooner had you reached the curtain when it was pulled back rather suddenly to reveal the man on the other side.

"Victoria? Are you-"

He interrupted himself with an almighty shriek, immediately shutting his eyes when he saw you.

Rather than stepping back, as any sensible person would have done, he had instead spun around on the spot in a panic, pulling the curtain with him, so that he now stood inside the fitting room with you.

"O-Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry!" he said shrilly, voice muffled by the curtain clutched tightly in his hand. "I- I wasn't - I didn't mean to- That is to say- Have you seen my sister?”

In spite of your shock, you couldn't help the laugh that escaped you.

"No, I haven't, I'm afraid," you replied. "Perhaps the lady who owns the shop would know?"

The man was still clinging to the fabric in his hand for dear life.

"I- I couldn't find her," he stammered. "So I thought perhaps- Well- I could-"

You fought back another peal of laughter. This poor man was truly absurd.

"You thought perhaps you could find your sister yourself?" you offered.

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "Yes, exactly. I thought if I just went around each fitting room, I would be able to find her myself."

"And do you normally walk in on a woman without knocking?" you asked, your tone lightly teasing.

"Well, I don't see how I could," he replied, as if completely oblivious. "How does one knock a curtain?"

You adjusted the fabric draped around you as it began to slip from your shoulder. Perhaps you should ask the poor thing to turn around so you could at least get a better look at him, you thought to yourself. He was already on the wrong side of the curtain, how much more damage could it cause, really? Besides, as pleasant as he was to look at from behind, you would really rather get a better look at his face.

"Would you mind awfully if you turned around?" you asked. "I don't particularly enjoy making conversation with the back of a person's head."

He was quiet for a moment, and you could hear him swallow.

"Yes," he said after a time. "Yes, I suppose I could do that.”

Slowly, he released his grip on the curtain, taking his time as he turned around. A smile pulled at your lips when you saw that his eyes were squeezed shut. He really was rather handsome, even with such a ridiculous expression on his face. He wore an ivory suit, perfectly tailored and pressed, with a bow tie that sat slightly askew against his shirt collar. His hair was immaculately styled into finger waves, with the exception of one little curl that lay against his temple. Held tightly in one hand was a boating hat.

"You can open your eyes," you told him lightly.

He immediately shook his head.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly- You're hardly decent, madam," he replied earnestly.

You raised your eyebrows in exasperation. Oh, the cheek.

"I beg your pardon?" you said in a raised tone. "Madam?"

He shook his head again, harder this time, that one little curl growing looser with every movement.

"No, of course, how rude of me. You aren't a madam, surely," he said quickly, then stopped, as if another thought had occurred to him. "Actually, I only caught a glimpse of you, so perhaps- Well, you might-"

"I would surmise that I'm only a little older than you, sir!" you replied, nonplussed.

He pulled a face, clearly regretting his words. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, as if to amend his words, then thinking better of it.

"Perhaps you might open your eyes and see for yourself," you said.

It took a moment for him to move, then finally, he opened one eye slowly, as if afraid he might see something he shouldn't; then the other.

He immediately broke into a wide smile at the sight of you, the tips of his ears reddening.

"Oh," he all but breathed. "Oh, I do apologise for my earlier words, miss."

He gave a theatrical little bow, and you found yourself once again laughing at the absolute absurdity of this man.

"I could have been completely naked, you know," you said, pretending to scold him. "Did you think of that before you peeked?"

His eyes widened as a shrill little squawk escaped him. Oh, you were having far too much fun.

“Y-Yes, you’re quite right, that would have been- That would have been...” he trailed off, as if struggling to find the right words.

“Awful? Terrible?” you prompted airily.

His poor hat would soon be in pieces if he didn't relinquish his deathly grip on it.

“Well, yes, I-I suppose, but none of those words would describe you at all,” he replied with sincerity.

Your smile faded a little. Here you were, trying to make the most of an…odd situation, and this strange man you didn’t even know the name of was trying to be charming. You weren't sure if he was even aware of what he was doing.

“And what words would describe me?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

How entirely unlike you - you didn’t even know this man’s name.

“O-Oh, well, pretty, I suppose,” he managed to stammer, his fingers fidgeting at the fabric of his trousers. “Your face, I mean- I can't see anything else- There isn't much else to look at- No, what I mean is, you're covered, so-”

If he kept this up, he was going to make himself faint. And what a scandal that would cause, as if things weren't bad enough as they were.

"You don't do this often, do you?" you asked, almost pityingly.

His shoulders immediately slumped at your words.

"What gave it away?" he asked with a nervous laugh.

You shook your head fondly, still smiling.

He opened his mouth to speak again, when the curtain was drawn back suddenly to reveal your great-aunt and a well-dressed, young woman you had never seen before.

"Ralph!" the woman said shrilly. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you!"

Ralph spun around on his heel, frightened out of his wits.

"Victoria!" he exclaimed. "You said that I should meet you here."

Victoria scoffed, rolling her eyes with her hands on her hips.

"Yes, an hour ago!" she scolded. "My God, you would lose your head if it wasn't attached to your body sometimes. Honestly. Come along now, we're late enough as it is."

She grabbed his arm before he had a chance to argue, dragging him towards the shop door. He turned to you as he went, his smile wide as he waved.

"It was so lovely meeting you! Perhaps I'll see you another time," he called. "With more clothes on!"

"Ralphie!" Victoria snapped as the door swung shut behind them.

You had barely a moment to watch him go when your great-aunt was pulling the curtain over harshly, her expression aghast.

“Well, I never,” she blustered. “The nerve of that boy.”

You smiled to yourself as she continued to drone on about manners and decorum and the downfall of polite society.

You hoped you would see him again.

How pleasantly surprised you were to find that he had been invited to the very same party as you. Perhaps you would be able to introduce yourself this time.

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Also...

I really like to think of a one-sided Ralph and Simon pairing! It's hard to call it romance, because that term is used for teenagers or adults, not children. I would call what Simon feels for Ralph affection and admiration. He admires the way Ralph handles himself in difficult situations, his realistic understanding of their situation on the island, and the fact that he treats Simon with some indulgence. I think Simon was often made fun of in the choir because of his health, and Ralph was one of the few who acknowledged him. Out of all the boys, he invited him, sickly Simon, who had fainted, to an expedition around the island. Ralph may have done it just because he wanted to completely piss off Piggy, but Simon took it as a serious sign of recognition. It's not a romantic attraction, more like... Platonic, childish. It's a mixture of admiration and affection, I repeat. I wouldn't say Simon is in love with Ralph.

[cnidocyst]

can you scope a purple blunder and admit that you are young ? oh my dear, i must be falling in love

[IMAGE ID: Digitally drawn doodle page featuring Robin and Franky from One Piece. Drawing 1: Post time skip, Robin is laying face down in Franky's chest and is resting her hands beside her head. Franky is looking down at her with a dopey love struck expression. He's sitting on the ground and is resting a hand on her back, with the other arm limp wristed. Robin is on her knees, legs apart so Franky's legs can rest on the ground. They are both wearing plain shirts and Robin is wearing pants with pockets on the butt. Robin is also depicted as fat here. The lineart is messy and is colored shades of yellow orange and pink. Drawing 2: Pre time skip. Franky and Robin are cuddling. Franky is depicted with thicker "wreck it ralph" type arms and hands, and Robin is cuddling up on one of his arms, her arms and legs wrapped around it. Franky is using the other arm as a pillow. Franky appears to be snoring loudly, and the drawing is colored with yellows, oranges, and pinks. They are laying on a pink rectangle which is supposed to be the sheets. Drawing 3: Pre time skip. Franky and Robin are slow dancing and are giggling delightfully. It is drawn from the butt up, with Robin's back to the viewer, but the side of her face is still visible. The drawing is colored in shaded of blue. Drawing 4: Post time skip. Sketch of Robin laying on Franky's chest while he talks about boats. Both of her hands are pillowed between her head and Franky's chest, and Robin is looking up at Franky with loving doe eyes and smiling. Text above Franky's head reads: "[every boat fact]". Robin is depicted as fat here and the drawing is drawn from the chest up. Additionally, there's a small doodle of Robin and Franky nuzzling and hugging with big eyes in a more cutesy style and a doodley Chopper in the middle of the canvas with the words "Free space lol" written around him.]

[icomeandg0]

Not mine.

Hi!...Been a while I apologize in advance but I did have this idea in mind and I really wanted to write it, I know I have other request and don't worry I'll get to them as soon as possible. If the series does well I may do a continuation of this prompt.

Twilight x reader.

Summary: The chain found themselves in a different era monsters just like back in Hyrule but it's like a wasteland there. After being caught captive they were brought back to what seems to be the leftovers of the castle of Hyrule. Princess Zelda was present surprisingly to the boys(Specifically Twilight), it seems Zelda wasn't the one in charge. However it was the face of a loved one.

(It's like the Shrek 3 plot? How Fiona didn't remember Shrek and she was like a badass princess)

Edit: The suit and helmets I'm referring to are from wreck it Ralph and Zelda and Y/n are wearing Calhoun's suit.

Warnings: Angst?

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"Ugh, That lizard asshole is playing with us!"

"Language."

The boys have just gotten out of the swamp they landed in, unsure if that's what you would call lucky but it's a change of pace. Wild was the one who was beginning to undress himself until-

"Ahem, Cub. I think you outta put your clothes back on, ain't no one here trying to see all that." Twilight says making Wild chuckle awkwardly, "Sorry, I always do this when I'm alone." "Why am I not surprised?"

Time looked around the place, noticing the landscape and how distraught it brought him to see such a place that was supposed to be the mimic of his home but in shambles.

"What happened..." Time muttered, Warriors comes up behind him and sighs, "Seems like the bad guys won." Warriors says, Time turns back around and looks at the group. "Change of plans, we came here for a reason and if this Hyrule is like every other there's Zelda. We find her and ask questions."

"Well looks like we don't need to look far, Guards on horses are coming!" Sky points out, a group of three horsemen came towards them, dressed in simple wear that could mistake them for normal pass byers but they wouldn't count on it considering that the men looked like they went through a lot.

Time stood tall, ready to exchange a few words until, "Intruders! State your business on this land or perish before us." One of the men held a...metal wand? a nuzzle at the end towards them all, even though the object was unknown to them they didn't classify it as something safe, especially when it was pointed to them.

"We are not a threat! We need to speak with the princess of this place."

"Princess Zelda? Why must you speak to our highness? To chop her head off clean, I don't think so."

The guards were awfully stubborn but it made sense when a wasteland like this is considered 'home'

"We are heroes we come to assist." Warriors chime in to try and put his persuading skills in charge. "Heroes are foreign here, how do we know you aren't a Yiga?" "Do we look like we'll be a threat?" "Looks can deceive."

Awfully stubborn indeed.

"We must return now, it's almost a blood moon." Another man comments, "Blood moon? We can assist during that time!" "Those flimsy metals won't be sharp enough to cut through the skin of our beast" The other man gestured to their swords unbeknownst to them, they angered a certain hero by that sentence.

"Maybe you don't know how to handle it properly." Four snapped out of nowhere.

There was silence between the groups and soon the horsemen tapped the side of the horse with his foot gently, guiding it to face a certain way. "Follow us."

Finally they got through.

"You heard him, gear up and stay close behind."

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The sight of the ruined castle brought dread to all, following behind the horsemen there was chatter amongst the group. Once the horsemen put the horses back in the stables they all guided the boys into the entrance.

"Your highness" The men stood in front of the princess who sat on her throne, dressed in a suit instead of the normal attire a princess would normally wear. "Who are these people you brought back?" She asked glancing over the boys before returning to her men that stood before her.

"Strays. They don't seem too suspicious, We found them by the swamp." One informed, "They said they wish to assist us during the time of the blood moon, normally a Yiga in disguise would be opposed."

"Still rather suspicious that you found them near a swamp, what were you all doing there?" Zelda had asked. "I'm sure we can discuss this in a more private setting, we have questions of our own as well." "Why must I answer you strangers?"

"Because, If you answer our questions we'll help you against your enemies."

"Are you skilled with a Gun?"

Flicker of the ears from the boys at the unknown word or object, in curiosity they glance at one another in confusion but otherwise were engaged to see how this would play out.

"No but we are quick learners."

"That's what they all say and they are never to be seen again"

A silence between them all until...

Zelda cracked and let out a hearty laugh, "Oho! I can't believe you fell for it! Sorry, Sorry..." She takes a breath before she grins, "It's fine! You all can stay, You all are hylian's anyways, I can tell Yiga and Hylians apart."

"So...You'll answer our questions?" Warriors asked, "Of course! For the trade of your strength during our blood moon tonight, it gets hectic. Say, you really never heard of a gun before?" Non subtle nods upon the boys as that simple gesture answered all.

"Well, we can't have more dead corpses on the field tonight! I have you head over to the boss of this facility." Zelda smiles, "If you may, I'd like to escort them." Zelda says to her men who nod and walk out of the room.

"Follow along!"

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"Gun's, what are they made of? What do they do?!" Wind asked excitedly which only got a small chuckle out of Zelda, "You might be a bit too young for guns..." "I'm 14! I'm old enough!!" Wind pouts.

"Pardon his behaviour but who is this person who will teach us how to wield a gun?" Wild asked with slight excitement at the possibility of a new weapon in his hands. "Is he the hero?" Legend asked, "He? No, it's a she and...I guess you could describe her as a hero..."

"A girl Link? I knew it!" Wind grins.

Zelda opens the door which reveals the sound of sharp bangs hitting a target, the boys ears flatten a bit at the loud noise but soon adjust themselves to the sound. Their eyes were glued on the person holding what seemed to be what the horsemen had before and they'll guess that it is a 'Gun'

The one holding a gun was wearing the same tight suit as Zelda was and had a helmet on, the person puts the gun back on their hip and turns to Zelda who salutes to the princess earning a nod before the stranger takes off their helmet.

She had silky H/c hair and it was loose, she tossed it over her shoulders letting the hair fall behind her as she locks her e/c eyes intensely on the group in front of her.

POINT OF VIEW CHANGE.

“Who are they?” You asked as Zelda looked back at the group, “I don’t think I asked for any of your guys names, I apologise for that.”

“Forever the scatter brain.” You teased with a slight grin earning a scoff from her, “next time I’ll let one of those Lifazos take a leg.” She threaten earning a chuckle from you.

Interrupting your playful banter, the taller one of the group and the older looking cleared his throat.

“Pardon but we have been tasked to help with the blood moon tonight, Princess Zelda has told us to come here to practice with you on how to wield a gun.”

"Of course, I'm the best when it comes to handling a gun. First off how about we start off with names?" You suggest earning a nod from the leader of the group. Going around you memorise the names for each person and soon the last person to introduce themselves is none other than-

"Rancher! It's your turn..." Wild nudges the still male beside him who was still staring at you in awe, now that you mention it...he didn't actually ever take his eyes off you.

"Is he, okay?" You asked, Wild smacks the back of the mans back earning a small cough to fall through his lips, the Rancher shakes his head as he seemingly 'wakes' up from his day dream and looked a bit flushed.

"Uh, M-my name is Link-" "No! The other name." "Err, Twilight! It's uh, Twilight."

You nod slowly at the odd man, "Cool. So You're a farmer?" You asked curiously, "Yup! I'm a cowboy!" He was a bit awkward and that sentence alone was enough to make a few of the boys ears falter at the cringe.

"Atta boy, make yourself known." Legend teased earning a few chuckles from the others, Twilight flushed even more red, tips of his ears turning a pretty pink colour.

"Well then! Let's get to training." You say, saving the poor boy from embarrassment, "Get into two groups, doesn't matter who. Zelda will take one group and I'll instruct the other."

"Wait- I didn't agree with this!" Zelda cried out, "Too bad, I already said you're helping out now." That earned a huff.

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You got the smaller group, consisting of Twilight, Wild, Legend and Sky. You instructed them privately, they picked it up quickly. When it came to Twilight's turn he was still a bit flustered, You gave him a gun (Lowkey don't even know some guns so uh-) for him to practice with. You adjusted his stance by making his arms more straight instead of slightly slouched, kicked gently on his less dominate leg to go back so he can steady himself.

You could hear the Snickers from the side from the other 3 boys, "How do you like your manhandling session~?" The cheeky voice of Wild teased Twilight making him flustered yet again.

"SHut up!-" He voice cracked, lowering the gun to look their way but you were quick to correct his stance again, "Don't pay any attention to them-" You smack his arm back into place, "On the field any type of distraction could kill you." You kick his leg back.

"Even allies." You glance over to the 3 boys sternly earning awkward glances away.

"Right...Uh," "Shoot the target." You instruct, he wasted no time and shot through the red mark on the target. "Quick reflexes. Good." You dismiss him.

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After training, they weren’t wrong they were fast learners and could easily handle the weapons now.

“Come! We must eat before the blood moon, our chef makes wonderful food.” Zelda was chirpy, happy to be surrounded by more than her normal people.

You stay behind to get in a few more practice on your aim, wanting to perfect it so you could protect anyone.

“Ahem.”

You turn to the person who cleared their throat.

“Ah, Rancher. You need something?”

“Would you mind if I stayed behind to have more practice?” He asked almost shyly, you didn’t take this meaty guy as a shy one, but never judge a book by its cover.

“Of course not, I admire your commitment.” You say, handing him a gun with some fake ammo inside (I know there probably isn’t a thing but just for the story.)

As he got in his stance, he held the gun up and he pulled the trigger. "You all surprise me." You say after the loud bang hits the red eye in the middle. "O-oh?" "You come out of nowhere, act all hero-y, actually get the hang of a gun which not many people can do and-" You pause looking at him.

"You all look alike. Are you all brothers? I pray for your mother but then again the older looking one could be your father..."

"In a sense- but uh, no. You see..We are the same person from different era's." You tilt your head, "Same person?" "We're all Link's but we have other names to get called by so we don't confuse ourselves."

"Smart, I have another question" Twilight takes the time to put down the gun so he can be fully engaged in the conversation. "You look at me like you know me, Is there another Y/n in your era?" You asked in pure curiosity, you turn your head upright as you awaited an answer.

The man before you drew in a breath before he sighed deeply, "Yes. We all do, I know it may sound weird but we have our own version of you."

"Tell me more"

Twilight let out a soft chuckle and cleared his throat. "Well for starters. The old man- Time, you're his wife in his era." "Really?"

"Really!"

You listen to his rants, growing more fascinated by the minute as he runs his mouth. He stole a glance over to you and this was probably the only time he has ever seen you in such a state, calm and rather relaxed. He could tell from before that you were stiff and on guard so he felt warmth fill his heart as he got the impression that you were warming up to him specifically.

"And you?"

"Of course I have my own Y/n, she's my best friend out of the bunch I'd never replace her. She's a one of a kind"

"She's the one I look like the most?" "No doubt, but in comparison I would be able to tell you two apart."

You snort a bit as you choose your next words. "Is that why you keep staring at me? I must resemble her beauty well" "Trust me, you do." He responded almost immediately which surprised you until he grew red in the face and decided that he should just keep his mouth shut.

You chuckled at his eager words but you decide to ask another question that has been gnawing in your head for a while now. "Any other suitors that got in your way perhaps?" "Not much, only...2 but they aren't really a problem to me right now."

"Any other suitors that are in her way?" That question seemed to hit a nerve.

He had a look of regret, he sighed softly. "We had an argument because...I have a special bond with this other woman. I feel so stupid to let this happen, I can't help who I love even if I wish to forget."

"Forget Y/n or...the other woman?"

"The other woman. I travelled with her during my adventures and we were really good friends but when it came to the day she left I did realise my feelings a bit too late." Too ashamed to look you in the eye he looked at the ground.

"So you like them both." "Yes. In different ways in a way, One because our bond was so special to me I can't forget and the other, I love her with my whole heart and I wish I could make her see that but she sorta hates me at the moment."

Your brows furrow as you tilt your head, learning about the different you from his era was interesting much more than here.

"Why would she hate you? She love's you too, no?"

"She does! or did..." Twilight pulls out a box, he opened it to reveal the ring inside. "It was a gift I gave her before I left on my adventure, I saved up a fortune for this ring and it means so much to me because this was meant to symbolise the meaning of our love but.. During our argument she threw the box back at me saying she wanted nothing to do with me anymore and that she was planning to move on."

That was a lot to take in.

You could see the hurt on his face, he clutched the box before he shoved it back into his pocket. He seemed to be lost in thought so you nudged him with your hand making him turn your way, his face filled with regret, guilt, sadness- everything in one, conflicted.

"So you're going to give up? Just like that?"

"She rejected me, I never really would've expected her to but she did."

"In an argument no one thinks straight besides from trying to get your point across. I'd say she was probably feeling like she was replaced, silly as it may seems since you told me your Y/n was your childhood best friend you two must've had a strong bond."

He nods.

"And when you told her you had another bond with another, imagine how she would've felt, imagine being in her shoes." Twilight ponders on that idea. "I suppose it does make it seem like I'm trying to replace her..." "You're allowed to have other friendships with other women of course but maybe word it better next time because it might've made her feel like you promised her something but you couldn't keep your promise in the end."

"Huh, never thought of it like that."

"I say, when you get back to your era or home, you go up to her and you get on one knee and you-"

"No! I can't do that! We aren't even dating." He cuts you off making you huff, "And? Plus it'll show that you love your Y/n immensely, even if she rejects you she'll still appreciate the gesture and maybe you two will hit it off again."

"And how could you possibly know all that?" "Duh, I'm Y/n too, we might think alike."

he chuckled at that, his charming smile spreading across his face. "Thanks for that. I really needed to talk to someone who would actually give me pretty decent advice." "The others aren't good?" Twilight shakes his head.

"Not so much in the love section, as much as they like to try...They aren't very good." The two of you laughed, the joyous sound of contentment between you two was present and pleasant.

"Y/N! TWILIGHT! FOOD'S READY!!"

"Better go before Zelda loses her head." You teased, earning a smirk from Twilight, "Well then, we better hurry." "I actually have one more thing to say." You say as you walk in front, stopping at the door.

"Yeah?"

You turn around to meet his gaze and with a smile; "I'm envious. I wish I had my own version of you." You turn back and walk out of the room leaving the flustered man in the room by himself.

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Finished! Yaya!

Also I hope everyone is liking my little random thoughts. anyways This has not been edited and now I'll be moving on!