#urgh so precious

[crazy-fangirl2524]

First and only time Andrew smile in the book when he’s not drugged is for Kevin and I just-

[tinylittleobsessions]

so. I finished reading "All The Young Dudes" and now I don't know what do I have to do to be happy again. I hate everybody who convinced me to read it. bye

[saerins]

event: matchup for @mmegumii !! 👼🏻

stupid cupid: yes the picrew is fine !! hehe thank you for your kind words !! i’m glad you love it here :( i’m sorry i took quite a while with this but i hope you like this too hun <3 muwah

you’ll end up with … 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 !!

bonus — blue lock world !!

looks like someone has a small crush on you too: 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔 ,

and 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐎 is your best friend .

🎁 a gift from cupid !!

life with shidou is actually quite… thrilling, once you get used to it. he reminds you of young love, the kind of guy who makes you relive the bad boy romances you’d once dreamt of but he’s not bad. he loves you in his own unique way, but you’re a fairly good translator, so that all works out. he brings you to special places he likes, rooftop hopping and picnics in the park—it’s almost never the same with him, and he’s wild and free and he takes you with him because you’re a comfort; he’s never had stability and he thinks you’re it for him. you’re what he’s been waiting for.

[ there’s so many songs going through his head when they ask him to describe his feelings with one, but he randomly settles with pretty boy by the neighbourhood.

shidou: i’m no deep guy, okay? but what i’m thinking is: if the world is gonna fucking end, hey whatever—but she’s all i need, no cap. i don’t need anything else. i have her by my side, and i’m settled. i’m sticking with this pretty baby till the end. ]

[earlyspringtranscendence]

btw i think one of the most impt hobbies in the world is having a mostly non-existent, mostly self indulgent crush on a professor/lecturer just to zone out to their classes to and focus instead on their hair and their hands and their dark circles speaking NAWT from experience. maybe a little bit.

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

Okay i need to work next year so i can get a credit card that can make online purchases so I can buy journals and studies for biomed

[xiao-brothers]

Fan Jinwei needs to stop playing characters that hit all of my favourite tropes. Seriously.

[luludeluluramblings]

Vigilante!Smalltown!Reader exhausted and cornered after a night of running from the Bat Family.

Bruce with adoption papers in his Batbelt: I'd advise you just come quietly. You're exhausted and we have you surrounded.

Vigilante!Smalltown!Reader: Maybe, but do you really think I don't have a plan to get out of this?

Bruce my precious baby has a contingency plan im so proud: You're to exhausted to use your abilities any more, but, by all means, try.

Vigilante!Smalltown!Reader taking a deep breath and making sure the entire family's attention is on them.

Vigilante!Smalltown!Reader pointing directly at Bruce: Catwoman tops him.

The entire Bat Family's heads whipping to look at Bruce at breakneck speed.

Bruce: There is nothing wrong with-

Vigilante!Smalltown!Reader: He calls her 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓶𝔂~

Bat Family.exe has stopped working

Bruce: It was only one time-

Jason: It's fucking true?!

Stephanie: Ｂａｔｍａｎ＇ｓ ａ ｂｏｔｔｏｍ．．．

Dick: There is nothing wrong with being a Bottom.

Barbara over the comms: We get it, Dick. You're a switch. But, really? A mommy kink, B? Talk about issues.

Duke: Cass, can you confirm if he's lying?

Cassandra the human lie detector: He is.

Tim: You guys realize this means Wonder Woman probably topped him too, right?

Damian: So that's how Mother got him...

The entire Bat Family dissolving into a massive analytical debate over all of Bruce's previous relationships and roasting the ever loving shit outta him while Bruce continues to deny being a bottom.

Vigilante!Smalltown!Reader sneaking off: my work here is done

A/N: I may have cackled while writing this. It's terrible, but, boy oh boy, does it bring me delight.

A/N: I'm also in that weird place where I have a million ideas or none at all and either have very little time or motivation to write. No in between. Urgh.

A/N: I don't actually headcannon Bruce as a bottom, but as a dude who has tried everything at least once (or twice.) But y'all can if y'all want.

[kuramirocket]

*watches Demon Slayer for a second time because I'm obsessed*

I was going to finish the manga first before my rewatch which I would have finished ages ago, but my sleep schedule has been so fcked that I've been too tired to read.

̶N̶o̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶f̶i̶c̶s̶ ̶l̶m̶a̶o̶

But eh, been dying to rewatch and I only have one volume left to go anyway which I more or less know how it ends xD

And after that just need to read Stories of Water and Flame and The Flower of Happiness (which the latter sounds so cute just from the summary!! I mean Tanjiro looking for a flower for his sister. Too cute!!) Also cannot wait for the other two books to come out! Not to mention the Demon Slayer artbook.

I need more official Demon Slayer content @-@

̶I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶f̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶r̶s̶t̶y̶. ̶ ̶E̶s̶p̶e̶c̶i̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶d̶e̶m̶o̶n̶!̶t̶a̶n̶j̶i̶r̶o̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶t̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶L̶O̶L̶

*edit*

So, I watched the first 5 eps of Demon Slayer once again. Mom was in the room all the while and I noticed at the start of the 1st ep she really turned off her tablet to pay full attention to the series wjwbjwnwkwkkw

Then when the episode ended with Giyuu having let Tanjiro and Nezuko go and both having buried their family members, holding hands and leaving the home they and their family have lived in for generations; my mom turns to me and said, "I was crying." Hwjaiwjjwjwkqka Granted, seeing Tanjiro beg Giyuu to spare Nezuko and to not take away all he had left in the world, I too had tears in my eyes even though we've seen this already and know what happens shsjwnkwnwow

Just this show is so sad and emotional. As I've always said, at it's heart, this series is about family :'D

I just love the Kamado family so much. They were such a united and happy family. Seriously, they have one of the healthiest family dynamics I have ever seen. Literal goals! And I just adore the bond between Tanjiro and Nezuko :'D

How can one not love this series wjwbsjsnnwkwnsma :'D

[doromoni]

Not Over the Papaya | OP81

⊹ ｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader

Genre : Fluff Smau

A/N : Tooth rotting fluff coming ur way~ no angst for this chapter hihi enjoy!

Face claim : Jennie Kim

Song: So this is love - Brandy, Paulo Montalban

Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.

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Y/N. 3mins

story replies

markwebber Oi! my feet blur that!

Y/N. get in the bloody car first old man, we still need to fetch 2 more idiots

markwebber Ok fine, tell osc I’m driving us

Y/N. he said sure. NOW GET DRESSED

markwebber ok ok give me a sec

Y/N thank youuu 🫶

Y/bf Ohhh who’s that? he’s hot! 🥵

Y/N. He almost 50 and he’s MARRIED with KIDS

Y/bf Maybe they need a new stepmom

Y/N. GIRL. NO

Y/bf. I’m joking! I’m waiting for Lewis Hamilton … that man could take me. ☺️

Y/N. Y/bf I swear…

Y/bf Ok i’m serious about that ~ I’ll let Lewis ruin my life

Y/N. and i’m sure he’d be lucky to have you, crazy and all

Y/bf hell yeah I’m a catch 🤗

Y/N. you’d be a bigger catch if you went to Australia with me

Y/bf I have to a shoot for my movie you gremlin. I’m sure they cant film when their leading actress is half across the earth

Y/N. ik ik~ goodluck babe! Ughh im so proud of youuuu 🫶

Y/N. 8mins

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charles_leclerc wth?? You’re all together??

charles_leclerc why wasnt I invited?

charles_leclerc Y/N! answer meeee

maxverstappen this is so weird Y/N 😅

Y/N. 1m

story replies

oscarpiastri I see mom had shown you the albums huh?

Y/N. You looked so cute my luvv 😭 I’m crying

oscarpiastri I do look cute 🤷‍♂️

Y/N. URGH I want to squish ur lil cheeks . I’m having cuteness aggression. I never realized how blond you are 🥺

oscarpiastri yeah, I kinda outgrew it

Y/N. what if we dyed ur hair??

oscarpiastri Baby, I love you but NO

Y/N. I h8 u, go play video games with the other guys~ ur mom’s spilling so many things bout you 😛

oscarpiastri Nooooooooo

charles_leclerc Osc looks cute

Y/N. Ikr??

charles_leclerc Yes… now why am I not invited to go to Australia???

Y/N. 🙊😬

charles_leclerc Y/Nieeee Whyyyyyy???

charles_leclerc Hello?????

Y/N.

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Y/N. I wasn’t depressed, I just needed some sun…. or somebody’s son

oscarpiastri Mama said you could keep me 😌

nicolepiastri NO returns, @Y/N sweetie.

Y/N. No returns… I have some concerns 🙂‍↕️. I feel like he loves Sally better than me.

oscarpiastri That was my childhood room dear!!.

Y/N. that doesn’t explain the huge af cut out 😀

nicolepiastri yeh, he begged for that one.

danielricciardo Ok where are my photo creds tho???

Y/N. Oh.

danielricciardo this is intellectual theft Y/N!

Y/N. Ok fine i’m sorry! Thank you for the most amazing, revolutionary, and inspiring photos taken by @danielricciardo

danielricciardo That’s better. Ur very welcome

logansargeant I didn’t come here to be bullied!!

Y/N. who’s bullying you our precious bbq sauce enthusiast

logansargeant I- ok that’s a step up from ranch. I’ll take it.

charles_leclerc I repeat. WHY WAS I NOT INVITED?!

oscarpiastri ur not Aussie

charles_leclerc Ok??? Logan is American and Y/N too

oscarpiastri right.

Y/N. Sorry kinda forgot about u 😬

charles_leclerc unbelievable! i’m so hurt 😭

Y/N. sucks to be u, cry about it on ur yatch

charles_leclerc Maybe I will! and none of you are invited

Notification : Alex added you to “ Charles the drama queen”

Notification : Alex added Oscar to “Charles the drama queen”

Extra A/N: Singer!Oscar ran in my mind all week… so fuck it Singer!Oscar.

Also! may I offer my playlist for the one and only~ Oscar Jack Piastri 😗

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Yuji being the precious boy he is

Yuji: You know (y/n), so many great things start with "J".

(y/n): *looks at him confused*

Yuji: Like juice, jelly, jujutsu,...

(y/n): *raising eyebrows* So?

Yuji: And Jou!

(y/n): ...

(y/n): You know that "you" starts with Y and not with J, right?

Yuji: *face dropping* Oh...

Sukuna: Urgh, what a loser.

[laroserie]

— character : yandere!omega oc

— content : x beta gender neutral reader , bullets point , yandere , unhealthy / toxic behavior , omegaverse , yandere!omega oc is a he / him pronouns && he is described as feminine , reader is 'you' and is kinda obvious

— authors note : this is more like small headcanons mixed with a bit of story. i had a shit ton of daydreams about it but urgh i hate it but i haven't posted in a while so

⦁ you and yandere!omega have been friends since childhood ! you both lived close, went to the same primary school so it was not surprise that you both became friends. up until high school you both had a pretty regular friendship, yes you were close but not too close.

⦁ at least it's how you saw it, to him you were his precious dear friend. he used to get bullied a lot because of his 'feminine' body and face but you were always here for him, to support him, telling him 'Asper, you are so handsome, they tell you that kind of stuff because they are jealous of you !'. he started loving you from that time onwards. he kept his feelings for himself wanting to keep being friends, just being at your side was enough for him

⦁ in middle school you both learned more in depth about 'secondary gender' and ... Asper had this fantasy of you both becoming a pair, he honestly didn't care either he'd be the alpha or omega, he just wanted you to be his counterpart so you could form a bond together and be linked together for ever.

⦁ and it was during your first year of high school that you got tested to know your secondary gender. Asper was ... ecstatic to say the least when he got his result - sure, being a omega may mean facing a bit of discrimination but he was a omega ! which mean he could be your mate ! he was so sure you were an alpha, he was so ready to confess his love to you and ask you to bite and claim him, for him to be your and for you to his.

⦁ after reading his result he directly turned to you - you were seated in the seat behind him, and he showed you the paper with the result, smiling at you.

"Look ~ I told you I was either a omega or an alpha right ! Soo what are you ?" He asked you, expecting for you to answer 'alpha'

"I'm a beta, I mean it was to expect so I'm not disappointed or extremely happy" You answered, showing him

⦁ it's at this moment that his world shattered. the future we prepared for the both of you got ruined. he wasn't expecting ... this outcome - in his mind it could be impossible for you, his beloved friend, to be a beta, he didn't have anythings against them but ! you both were made for each others, you both needed to form a bond, needed to be a pair !

⦁ it changed his behaviour toward you - he was being a little bit more on edge when you were talking to others people. he know that forming a bond could be impossible and so he needed to protect you ! from everyone, mainly others betas but also alphas and omegas !

⦁ to ensure that you could not get snatched away by anyone else, he could rub his scent all over you and yours clothes and of course get your scent all over him too.

⦁ anytime an alpha could start talking to you, Asper could get in between you two and start flirting with the alpha, it disgusted him and he felt so ... dirty doing that but he didn't know how to have them give up on approaching you others than making them put all of their attention on him - he thought that he may as well use being an omega to his advantage

⦁ he also used being an omega to manipulate others into leaving you alone or talk about how you and Asper are made for each others and that your secondary genders shouldn't matter

⦁ he showed you stories about omega and beta being together to send you 'hints' - he even directly told you,

"Honestly ... I think I could prefer dating a beta more than an alpha ~ They are such big pricks that think they are sooo much better because of their secondary genders. Betas are so much softer and kind ~"

And was quite distraught when you told him that you hoped 'he could find a good beta partner then !'

⦁ on the topic of you being obvious to him 'clearly' giving you hints, Asper steal your clothes and make a nest with it, and he doesn't hid it from you, directly asking you for your t-shirt or hoodie even if you are currently wearing them.

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter Is Back! -17

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

Warning: Tragedy, Angst, Manipulation, Intimidation

A/N: I know we hate Victoria, but this is the saddest chapter I have ever written. I can't stop typing the angst. 😭

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Everything changed so quickly. One moment, Jonathan, Genevieve, and Victoria were standing on a cloud, looking down at the people beneath them. Now, they were falling from the sky, landing in the quicksand, ready to trap their feet.

The bankruptcy of Celestial Enterprises happened too fast. Investors and shareholders pulled their money from the company, causing a rapid downfall.

To save the company, many assets were sold, including the house they used as their primary residence. The house built by Ophelia—the one thing you thought would be impossible to get—was now yours. Bucky delivered the great news and handed you the house key.

Without hesitation, you drove to your childhood home. Though you only lived there for a while, it held precious memories of you and your mother.

Standing at the white door, you inserted the key and turned it. The moment you walked in, the emptiness hit you. Looking around the house, you realize there was no trace of your life with Ophelia back then.

Genevieve had obviously changed the house's decoration. You walked around the first and second floors and then to your room. It was apparent your step-mom hated you. The bedroom, once your sanctuary where you could be alone without seeing Genevieve and Victoria’s faces, was now a storage place.

“I hope you're happy now. You have ruined our lives,” Victoria suddenly made her entrance.

You smirked. “Fucking deserved it. You people did it first to me.”

Victoria was taken aback. “You don't even care about your own dad?”

“Care? That man didn't deserve pity from me the moment he married his mistress. He fucking killed my mother,” you retorted.

That was the last straw. Victoria hated it when you called Genevieve a mistress. “I will not let you do this to me!” she yelled, pointing her finger at you.

You saw her frantic, paranoid, and utterly different from the elegant persona she usually maintained. You chuckled, “It must be difficult for you seeing me win.”

“Fuck you,” Victoria spat as she slapped you hard across the face.

You responded by grabbing her hair, yanking it fiercely. “You bitch.”

The two of you erupted into a full-blown fight. Nails scratched at each other's skin, wishing they were sharp like knives. Hair was pulled, kicks were exchanged, and all the pent-up resentment and hatred came pouring out in a chaotic clash.

It was clear from the beginning who would win. You quickly overpowered her. Without any desire to prolong the fight, you landed a solid punch to her stomach, causing her to crumple to the ground.

“Urgh. Fuck you,” Victoria growled, clutching her stomach in pain.

You huffed, sitting down on the floor. Victoria refused to look at you, unable to accept that she had lost.

Both of you sat there, catching your breath. A moment of silence between siblings who had nearly torn each other apart.

“I always hated you,” Victoria said suddenly, covering her eyes with her arm.

“The feeling’s mutual,” you replied, hissing as you touched the fresh scratches on your skin.

“I hate that I always did my best but was still compared to you,” she admitted. “The sin of the daughter from the mistress.”

You stood still, your expression unreadable, but a storm of emotions brewed inside. You crossed your arms, a subconscious gesture to shield yourself from the raw pain in her words.

“Even though I was the smartest at school, it was never enough to satisfy my mother,” Victoria continued, her voice trembling.

Growing up, she always knew she had to be better than you. That's what Genevieve has told her. She wants to make her mother proud of her. And the recognition from Jonathan.

“What made it worse was that you didn’t even try to compete, but all eyes were always on you. They always saw me as the mole in your life,” Victoria said, her voice breaking.

When she left her old school and entered the new one where you studied, she was greeted by judging eyes. The status of being a ‘mistress’s daughter’ haunted her. Everyone saw her as the villain compared to you, the victim.

In truth, you and Victoria were both victims of the adultery. Both of you were innocent.

“As a child, you listened to your mom. But growing up, you could’ve made your own choices,” you said quietly.

“You could’ve realized what you did to me was wrong. But you didn’t stop,” you added.

“And then we’d become good step-siblings?” Victoria scoffed.

You sighed, a hint of sadness in your eyes. “As a teacher, I’ve met stepmothers and stepfathers who worried about a kid not related by blood but saw them as their own. And step-siblings who worked multiple jobs because they wanted their younger siblings to get the best education.”

Victoria stayed quiet, her face a mix of anger and regret.

“Yes. We could’ve,” you said softly.

Another silence fell, but it was broken as Victoria slowly stood up without saying anything. Before she left, you told her, “You could’ve made your own choice. Remember that.”

She didn't reply or look at you. She kept walking until she arrived at the entrance door. Her hand hung in the air before she pulled the handle.

Victoria turned and looked around the grand entrance. She remembered the first time she set foot in this house, feeling like a beggar turned into a princess.

It wasn't a prince who found her glass slipper, but her dad, picking her up in his expensive car and making her a princess.

She thought her life would have a happy ending. But no. It turned out she was the evil step-sister, and her mother was the evil step-mom. Just like the characters in Cinderella.

If only she had never hated you, if only she had never listened to Genevieve’s words. Could you and she have become real sisters who talked to each other, laughed, cried, and went shopping together?

Tears welled up in her eyes. Victoria scoffed, “Idiot,” she whispered to herself.

She looked at the family portrait of Jonathan, Genevieve, and herself. The three of them looked like a perfect family, but it was just an empty smile. Her own father was pushing her into a marriage with a man known for his violence.

Her mother, who she always counted on, couldn't object. She would rather send her daughter to marry a psycho to save face.

Her parents didn't fight for her at all, unlike you, who objected to Jonathan and Genevieve’s wedding. You caused chaos that made Jonathan send you away so you wouldn't ruin his second wedding. But then Cassandra appeared and humiliated the couple.

She had always been jealous of you for not giving up. Everyone, including herself, laughed when you vowed to take down the company.

But who had the last laugh now? It was you. You won. You got what was supposed to be yours.

Looking back, her life was much simpler and happier when they still lived in an apartment.

She removed her heels, climbed on the antique table, raised her hand, and tore down the family portrait. With her heels, she ripped the picture apart.

The perfect family was gone. No more.

After being satisfied with her work, she felt the chains were broken.

Victoria put on her shoes and left the house. After that day, nobody knew where she went. Even Genevieve couldn't contact her.

Without the bride, the wedding wouldn't happen. That meant the only lifeline to save Celestial Enterprises was gone.

It was official. The white flag was raised, and the company was finally sold. The buyer was Patrick.

All of this could have happened because Victoria left. Sometimes, you wondered where she could have gone. Each time you looked out the window or at the sky, you whispered, “Good luck...sister.”

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[demonmarker]

Beautiful with you Ch.3

So I'm going to have to post this in two parts cause apparently there's a character limit for each post so I'll link the second part under the fic. Thank you everyone for the likes and reblogs I love how much you guys are liking this story. Hope you enjoy

Trigger warnings: Mention of death, scars and lots of smut

Ch.1 Ch.2

You let out an exhausted sigh as you open the door for Nina, Regina and tail-wagging Alexander. Nina walks in, holding gently onto Alexander’s collar; she wasn’t too much taller than him so when she was down or exhausted he would aid her in just getting to her destination. You hold out your arm gesturing for Regina to go first, “Such a gentleman,” smiling that smile that only Regina George can. “With what you date, it’s not hard”….And the smile was gone from her face and now on yours as she glared at you. Your home was just that, a home, it wasn’t fancy or that big but you put pride in making it a safe, loving environment for Nina to grow up in. While most of the students at North Shore had their TikTok feeds show them the latest music and popular trends, yours was full of storage DIY tips and tricks, mum hacks for keeping the little ones happy, and the occasional sketchbook tour from artists with styles you like. “Well this is… cosy” Regina commented standing in the middle of the lounge room which opened up into the kitchen. You hook Nina’s bag up on the back of the front door, looking Regina’s way “Expecting a mansion like your own?” you walk past her to Nina. You could practically feel the mocking face she was making behind your back as you were bending down to Nina, and Nina’s precious giggles while looking behind you confirmed it, you rolled your eyes but kept a closed smile on your face so Nina knew you guys were joking… kind of. “How about you go put on your comfy clothes Princess and I’ll make you a snack?” As an answer Nina takes off running, one arm up in the air like a flying superhero while just announcing “FOOD!” in what you could only call her food goblin voice. “And let Alexander outside for a potty break please,” from down the hall you hear “Urgh fine,” in a tone like you were asking the world of her. You stand back up to your full height and give Regina a dirty look, “She’s known you for barely more than an hour and I’m already getting attitude.” Regina scrunched up her nose with a proud smile, “We have a bond.” Trying to rub it in your face. All you could do was shake your head and start making snacks.

Three episodes of Bluey and a PB&J later and little Nina was sound asleep on Regina’s lap. Regina motioned to the TV with an open palm, while you gathered the small unconscious body into your arms, “This show is just downright amazing! Bingo is so cute she reminds me so much of me” spoken proudly by the blond. You scoff, “Oh please, you are Muffin through-and-through. Spoilt and cranky.” You acted like you didn’t take notice of Regina’s dropped jaw, but inside you were pissing yourself laughing. You tuck a still comatose Nina into her bed and ever so gently brush the hair from her closed eyes, leaning down to lightly kiss her forehead, Alexander splayed out down at the end of the little one’s bed like he does every day and night. You pat his head which he nuzzles into “Come get me when she wakes up, okay Bud?” Turning to leave you see Regina leaning against the doorframe witnessing the whole thing, she didn’t say anything as she moved out of the way as you slowly close Nina’s door, leaving it slightly ajar. You both walk back out into the kitchen in silence, you do as to not wake Nina, Regina however because of the question she wanted to ask. You start tidying up the small mess left from the snack eating when Regina spoke up, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

You knew what it was going to be. Letting out a large sigh you signal Regina to follow you. In for a penny, in for pound they say, and Regina was in for a heavy load. You lead her into your room and close the door behind you, there wasn’t a large chance of Nina waking but you can’t take any risks with this, she’s been through enough. You motion for Regina to take a seat on your Queen-sized bed, which she does and you sit next to her, taking and releasing one last large breath you let Regina in on everything. “We don’t have parents. Well at least not anymore.” You reach under the bed and pull out a large cardboard box and hand it to Regina who slowly opens it. She pulls out a yellowed newspaper dated back over three years ago, the main story, ‘Drunk driver crashes into family of 4 - kills 2 critically injured 1’, Regina’s hand covers her mouth in devastation while looking over the large picture of what was your family’s car turned into a scrap heap, crumpled into half its normal size. “I can’t remember the accident, I can’t remember the year leading up to it either.” Regina turns over the page and whimpers and her eyes land on a picture of a younger you with a purposefully blurred-out large piece of shrapnel sticking out of your right rib, little Nina can be seen screaming with a bloodied up head. Regina’s eyes scrunched as she saw the position you were pinned in, her head turning this way and that, trying to make sense of it, her face going pale, expression dropping as it clicked. “You shielded Nina.” She whispered looking at you, but you couldn’t do the same as the tears started falling silently from your eyes, you stare up at the ceiling trying to blink them away.

“I-.” your voice gets caught in your throat “I get flashes of the lights coming towards my side of the car, I still can hear my Mum’s scream before the impact but that’s it. That’s all I can remember.” You let out a sob you were trying so hard to hold back “I can’t remember being told I had a little sister for the first time, it’s just gone.” Regina sets aside the newspaper and gets down on her knees in front of you “May I?” her eyes go to the affected rib. With a sniffle, you nod silently, not able to meet her eyes. She reaches for the hem of your black long sleeve and slowly pushes it up, you help her by just taking the whole shirt off in the end. Her eyes went wide with shock as she sees the scarred flesh take up half of your toned stomach and stretch all the way round to the other side of your back. Without thinking Regina leans in, kissing all around the old wound, a soft moan leaving your lips as your hand instinctively tangles into her long blond hair, whispering her name. When she hears her name on your lips she lifted her head from your midsection to push hers against yours, her lips so soft against your own you subconsciously hoped that you’d be able to spend the rest of your life kissing these lips. The kissing was heating up and you found yourself reaching to lift Regina on top of your lap straddling you. You both continue to kiss once more, Regina starting to slowly grind herself on your thighs, reaching up to release your long dark hair from the hairband that held it up, twirling your long strands around her fingers, tugging your head back to expose your neck for her to feast on with her lips, licking from your collar bone all the way up to your jaw line, releasing a moan from your throat Regina pulls back “You know the colour system right?”, It took you a little bit to register what she was talking about since you were out of it from the arousal she stirred up inside you, but you eventually nodded “Of course,” “Good” Without warning you were pushed back onto the bed, Regina moving off you to start unbuttoning your jeans “Colour?”

Pt2

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can you do the "moody to everyone but you" trope with peter as the readers bf

A/N: I didn't intend to make him this agro, but hey, whatever happened happened (sorry, it is very late for me and I be very sleepy, bro. what is up, what is down, idk) and yes, I did indeed write this while my cat was sleeping in my lap and I didn't have the heart to move her so that I could get up and go to bed, so I just wrote this to kill time...

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“And it must have been a really crazy dream because she was just flailing around in my lap, I mean, she damn nearly fell off,” you gushed about your cat as your frozen fingers never got any further in their mission of unlocking your locker, “oh my god and the cute little snores and the quiet yaps that she did? Urgh, you should have seen it. I should have taken a video and texted it to you as a little good night thing, but my phone was way out of reach and I couldn’t just move when she was sleeping on me like that, you know? I was even trying to stay quiet so as to not wake her.”

Leaning against the lockers beside you, Peter absorbed every adorable word you offered him, rendering him a sappy marshmallow of a fellow, “oh my god, can we just ditch the rest of the school day and go hang out with your cat?” he groaned, joining in on your frivolous ramble, “I swear, she is the most precious creature on this entire planet.” 

Suddenly, in the rush of students wandering from point A to point B, you felt someone carelessly knock into your shoulder, causing your backpack to fling off, the flimsy way you had been carrying it, only half on and ready to crack it open as soon as the contents of your locker became available to you, wasn’t enough for it to survive the crash. Your eyes briefly flickered from your bag, now a puddle on the floor, to the familiar silhouette of Flash disappearing down the hallway. 

Letting the annoyance go as quickly as it had arrived, you turned back to look at your boyfriend, his demeanour flipped completely on its head. You saw it in his eyes, you saw it happen. In a matter of seconds, all he saw was red. 

“Hey,” he roared over the bustle, the soft features he always revealed to you swiftly hardened and exchanged with a look he never dared to aim in your direction, “watch where you’re going, ass hat!” 

“Peter,” you reached out to him before he could get any ideas of running off after the guy, “hey, it’s okay,” his nostrils still flaring, your soft voice managed to cut through his fury, “he’s not worth it.”

Jaw clenched, he glanced back up at the direction Flash had disappeared in, “are you okay?” he asked, forcing his eyes to meet yours as your hand soothingly ran over his forearm. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” eyes still on him, you bent down and plucked your backpack off the floor, “why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Act like a completely different person around other people than you do with me?”

“Y/n, he walked right into you!” he held up in hand to support his point, “nearly knocked you over!”

“I already told you that I’m fine. Flash is always gonna be Flash, sometimes it’s best just to ignore him,” you shrugged, hoping that your breezy demeanour would rub off on him and he would soon return to the teddybear he usually was around you, “and don’t try and act like you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about,” you caught his eye as he stopped searching for the long gone bully, “why are you only nice to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?” he shook his head lightly, bewildered as to why you would even ask him, “you’re you,” he stated earnestly, “of course, I’m nice to you.” Disappearing in your eyes, he exhaled lowly and then found your hand, entangling his fingers in it, “so, back to more important matters,” a soft smile curled upon his lips, “are we ditching to go home and cuddle with your cat or what?”

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[roseonne]

in your favor

Ran's always been the more favored Haitani. Or so Rindou thinks.

first offering for the tr fandom ! ( ao3 link )

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Rindou's down.

Back flat on the ground, limbs unironically feeling numb and limp from all the kicks he's thrown and punches he's blocked, chest heaving heavily up and down as every ragged breath from his strained lungs becomes yet another, more alarming battle for his own existence that he must desperately prevail over.

But, goddamn it.

He's losing this fight, too.

"RINDOU!"

The familiar voice of his annoying older brother rings frantically in his ears. Despite already struggling so much to keep his mere consciousness intact, Rindou still manages a weak click of his tongue in disbelief.

"Too loud... Big bro."

"Shut it, Rindou!" Ran snaps as he appears by his brother's side in an instant, hastily sliding a gloved hand underneath his bleeding head and propping him onto his arm

Having now held his precious younger sibling close to his chest, Ran finally notices the number of cuts, size of the bruises, and depth of the wounds scarring almost every part of his body. All of which have been freshly inflicted, making Rindou's injuries perhaps a dozen times more fatal.

"We need to get you to a hospital. Quick!"

Rindou, meanwhile, has to squeeze his eyes shut for a solid minute (or two). His visionーwithout his glassesーisn't any good to begin with, so the sudden movement and shifting of his position sent his mind spinning into a deep, heavy spiral. Unfortunately, the moment he blinks his eyes open, he meets Ran's gaze locked onto him.

Great. Now he gets to have all the credit of saving the day for himself.

Rindou's had enough of this vicious, never-ending cycle.

Especially when it should've been him. It should've been the name of Rindou Haitani who the spotlight shines brightly upon.

Since it had always been him setting the tempo and dictating the outcome of the fights he and his brother got themselves into back in the day. Locking his enemies' joints and breaking them is his specialty; and that specialty is what earned him the title of one of the charismatic kings of Roppongi.

What remains of the job is to deal the finishing blows. Evidently, here is where Ran's sole duty starts, and ends.

"Rindou."

He flinches at the sound of his name.

"Keep it together, you idiot."

In hopes of repressing his growing irritation at the constant yapping in his ears, he forces his free hand into a feeble fist.

"RINDOU!"

But the switch has been ticked.

"I FUCKING KNOWーURGH!"

And with every word from his busted lips, more of his warm, Haitani blood comes splattering forth, tainting not only his uniform, but also his pride as a promising top delinquent.

...Shit.

It's all Ran's fault.

He wouldn't be lying so humiliatingly on the ground right now if his brother had not dragged him out of their flat earlier that day. He wouldn't be in this current state of a mess if only he had the guts to go against him once and for all. He would never have had his entire life on the line if he just wasn't his brother's younger brother.

At least, that's what Rindou thought he'd feel.

For even if Ran seems to be the more favored Haitani...

Rindou can't bring himself to hate him.

Ran is his family. The only one he's ever known, and the only one he'll forever be stuck with. They've been at each other's throats, yet also got each other's backs for as long as he can remember. And, although he hates admitting it, he won't have his life any other way.

So when the opportunity to 'protect family' presented itself to him, Rindou willingly jumped toward it; and his reward for such a chivalrous display of what normal people of normal families call 'love', is a lone, stray bullet straight into somewhere between his stomach and lower left rib. He's had his right palm pressed onto that area of his body this whole time; but the bleeding hasn't stopped. Even though Ran also has his own hand already placed on top of his.

"You're so stupid, Rindou! We both know you could've easily dodged that," Ran hisses, tone stern with fear, and white, blood-stained gloves unable to conceal the trembling of his fingers.

Turning his head over to the side, Rindou spits even more blood out of him and replies, "but I chose not to." 

"And that's what pisses me off!" Ran remarks in utmost frustration, gritting his teeth. "What has gotten into you, man!?"

Rindou smells the sweet scent of provocation and decides the luxury of a playful tease is worth every ounce of strength left in him. "Heh~ Seeing you all worked up isn't like you at all, big bro."

"Of course it isn't!" Ran hysterically agrees. "Damn it, Rindou, you know I can't lose you!"

The little sibling is taken slightly aback, but chooses once more to feign ignorance for the time being. "Why not? You've always been the more favored one between us, anyway."

With a small roll of his eyes, he adds, "so you can do anything you want now."

Grabbing him by the chin, Ran forces Rindou to set his pair of purple eyes back at him. "What the hell are you going on about!? The Haitani brothers wouldn't be the Haitani brothers anymore without either of us, you know!!"

Rindou must have gone mad. Truly mad. This could possibly be the first that Ran has ever spoken of his feelings out loud. Feelings of concern, regret, and despair for no other person but him. (Would be nice if he does this more often, though.)

"And besides," the expression on the older sibling's face softens drastically as he tries to repress an overflow of emotions threatening to stream down his cheeks from both his eye sockets. "I favor you more than anything in this shitty world, my li'l bro."

"Heh~"

Rindou flashes a closed-eye smile. He seems to have lost the pain his body's covered all over with, and his vision's becoming a bit too static for his liking; but there's no way he's letting Ran find out. This moment's way too beautiful to ruin. The least he could do to return the cheesy-ass sentiment...

"Then... I'm glad."

The skies above have turned a deep gray. Big, thick clouds that carry multiple streaks of lightning begin filling the endless expanse with a burst of various colors, one after another. It's only a matter of time before the rain finally pours. Too bad Rindou doesn't have much of that left to witness it.

"Thanks, big bro."

...Is the last he heard from himself, before all else belonging to his world inevitably succumbs into an uncharted, pitch black darkness.

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Rindou's up.

He pushes for his consciousness to awaken, forcibly prying his eyelids open despite the undeniable heaviness of slumber and lethargy weighing them down. Blinking once. Twice. And squeezing his eyes closed one, last time, a yawn worth a full night's sleep escapes freely from his o-shaped mouth.

A shit-ton of things seem to puzzle him all of a sudden, but one thing's for sureーpressing his fingertips across the area where his lower left ribs areーhe's proven his existence. At the very least, he's made himself certain that he, Rindou Haitani, graciously is still alive.

Oh, thank god...

Having been sprawled on the sofa for god-knows-how-long, with a languid arm over his forehead and a leg hooked above its backrest, Rindou recalls summoning a couple of guys over for drinks. But judging by the lack of sunlight entering the room through the slightly parted curtains draping the windows, and cases upon cases of empty beer bottles scattered around the floor, the fun must have ended quite some time ago.

"But what a weird-ass dream that was..." Rindou's mind jumps back to replay bits of the terrifying scene he witnessed only a mere several moments ago.

Well, it's more like a nightmare, if he must say so himself. Although he's had similar ones recurring every now and then, that recent horror truly feels the clearest, realest, and most alarming of all.

. . .

Nah, that shit ain't happening.

He tosses himself to his other side, wanting to get up at last, stretch his aching muscles, and soothe his nerves and worries away. But doing so too abruptly turns out to be an extremely bad idea, for a splitting headache smacks him wide awake the very moment he attempts to properly sit upright.

"Ow..."

The evident struggle to remain seated and steady not long later sends him completely falling off of the sofa with a loud thud. Landing on his lower back, Rindou lets out a painful grunt.

Shit!

In haste, he covers his mouth with his own hand to suppress any and all possible further outbursts. Verbally and physically.

I can't let this wake big bro!

"Rindou?"

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall make itself known.

Ran shows up in an instant, head peeking out from behind the sofa, a brow raised high in wonder. "You okay? What happened?"

"Big bro," Rindou says almost absent-mindedly, a little shaken at the series of misfortunes coming upon him at once. "You're up early."

Ran glances at the old wall clock hanging in the middle of the room.

5:26 P.M.

"Hm... I guess I am."

Although the time signals the conclusion of sunset, the arrival of nightfall is truly when the Haitani brothers kickstart yet another brand new day (or night) of nothing but pure delinquency, chaos, and style.

Granted that, both of them are in good shape to drag their asses out of their humble abode.

Ran tilts his head a little over towards one side, a pair of squinting purple eyes meticulously examining his younger brother from head to toe; much to Rindou's displeasure.

"You seem to be in a lot of pain," Ran observes. "Another hangover, perhaps?"

Rindou clicks his tongue bitterly, and Ran's older brother instincts immediately pop off. Snapping his fingers in affirmation, he then makes his way to the kitchen.

"Knew it before I even saw you all over the place." Ran sets a glass of water down on the tabletop. "Here, to sober you up."

"You don't have to keep treating me like a child, big bro." Rindou rolls his eyes, despite already seeing the world around him swirl uncomfortably in every direction. "I can take care of myself."

He wishes to reclaim his spot on the sofa, one hand firmly grasping the armrest, and the other on the center table for support. A big, bold attempt to stand is all it takes for him to lose his footing once more and stumble disgracefully backwards. Thank goodness the older brother manages to pull him up on time, and return him to his beloved seat.

"Not a kid anymore, huh?" Ran scoffs, dropping as well onto the sofa, and occupying the space right beside his younger brother. "Geez, this is why I told you not to bring strangers in here, Rindou."

Rindou presses his thumb and middle fingers to his temples in hopes of somehow easing the pounding in his head. "I wouldn't even have anyone come over if only you wake up on time for once to drink with me, big bro!"

"Uhm..." Ran sighs, "8:00 A.M. doesn't sound like the time for beer and alcohol, though?"

This conversation isn't going anywhere and is rather more so worsening Rindou's condition. If he could only take his big bro down in one shot, he would've been done by now. Too bad he's physically incapable of executing such a tempting deed at the moment.

It's... just all the same as ever. Ran acting all high and mighty when he fucks up. Doesn't he ever realize he's never had the right to say anything, as he himself is a walking streak of problems too?

"You can lean on my shoulder if you want," Ran offers from out of the blue.

"WHAT!?" Rindou yelps, quickly scooting a good few inches away from him. "Nuh-uh, no way!"

"Why not? Here, don't be shy now."

The kind of torture Rindou Haitani's been enduring since his rise from his ungodly slumber is beyond what he imagined is possible, and beyond what he can normally tolerate. Being unable to go against his brother's will, Ran is able to successfully prop Rindou's head onto his shoulder, as he so pleases.

The so-called nightmare he experienced earlier? Might have to take that back as an insult, for what he's facing now seems like a much more horrifying encounter.

"Hey, Rindou?" Ran asks, holding the glass he earlier filled up with water close to his brother's lips.

Rindou groans remorsefully, in between his small sips. "What now?"

"Don't leave me alone, yeah?"

"Huh?" The little brother is taken aback, almost spouting out his drink. "The hell's this coming from, big bro?"

"Hm... Dunno."

"Heh~ And you're telling me I'm drunk? Look who might've gotten a couple drinks himself."

"I guess I did have a few." Ran looks up, scratching his temple in thought. "Seriously though, don't leave, okay? I'd be really sad if you do."

"Stupid, big bro." Rindou turns his head away, the pain magically subsiding little by little, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a smile he cannot seem to hide any longer. "I ain't going anywhere without ya."

"Promise?"

"Gross. But, oh well. If it'll make you shut up then sure."

Ran lets out a laugh so full of relief and carefree, one might have mistaken him worthy of replacing the sun at day, the moon at night, and the millions of stars at twilight.

"Thanks, Rindou."

Of course you won't want me to leave, the younger brother prides to himself internally, I'm what you favor more than anything in this shitty world. Right, big bro?

As Ran gently combs his hair, detangling the knots in them with his fingers, Rindou can't help but share the exact same sentiment. 

[threepandas]

Bad End: Bunker

"Wakey~ wakey~ sweetheart," Sing-songed a man's voice. "Rise and shine~"

My head hurt. Mouth felt bone dry. Drugged or knocked unconscious? I... I couldn't tell. Couldn't remember. SMELLS hurt. Much less thinking, at the moment.

"Muuu, poor baby~" came a mocking croon from nearby and slightly above. "Does my darling girl not feel so good? Little bit sick? Maybe she should have thought of that before she decided to FIGHT me, hmmm? Then we wouldn't be in this mess. We could be enjoying a nice breakfast together instead."

Fight? What... what fight? I don't... Urgh! I try not to be sick as my stomach rolls. Drugged. Probably concussed and drugged. Feel weird. Why... why can't I move my arms? Body feels heavy. I try again and feel... rope? Are those knots? Wait... wait those ARE. Legs too. Am I tied up? Why am I...?

Laughter.

Fond but more then a little mocking.

"Aaaah~" his voice rises and falls as he drags out the sound, a possessive and calloused hand runs itself through my hair. "You're so out of it~♡ It's hilarious, you know? That one little bonk and a needle is all it take to bring you down. You fight like a meat thresher and keep saying no, no, no! But like this? Look how CONFUSED you are! How much you NEED me."

"Utterly Defenseless~"

He all but sighs the last two words. Nearly MOANS them. Bad. That's... That's BAD. I can't remember why. But I know it is. This man is dangerous. God, I feel so sick. The world is spinning. I'm so thirsty. But... but I have to... to DO something? I think?

H...head hurts. Pounding with each beat of my heart.

Whomp. Whomp. Whomp.

He kneels, arm resting on one leg as the other does as it pleases. Looming. Don't know how I got here. Don't know where "here" is. Focus. What can you pick up? The ground smells of... mold. Wet stone. Blood and rot. But not... "dangerous" rot? What is...

My ears finally make sense of that distant sound that seemed to never stop. Shuffling, banging, nonsensical chattering and groans. Zombies. The... the bad rot is ZOMBIES. I was on LOOK OUT! Oh god. Adam! Adam, what have you DONE?!

He must see the realization, the horror, in my eyes. Because I am treated to an angelic grin. The gleeful, bright smile of the community's best resource hunter. Our best zombie fighter. Best KILLER. A man I am only now realizing... has not just "adapted well" like I previously believed... but was like this all along.

"You know~ If you'd just left with me when I ASKED, none of this would be happening, Precious. I was trying to be reasonable. Respect your boundaries." His face is a mask above me. A poor mimicry of honesty, of emotions, worn by a man who does not quite grasp the significance of what he copies. "If they can't survive on their own, that's not our problem. This vault's made for two not twenty-seven so they'll just have to deal, m'kay?"

"Now. I've locked us up nice and tight. No one gets in, no one gets out! You can struggle all you want sweetheart, but you're not getting away from me THIS time. So let's get you a snack, hmm? A drink and some cuddles. You and I have a date with a BED~♡"

"We're gonna cuddle til I say so, snookums!" He drawled, the mocking endearments sounding alarmingly... possessive, as they spilled from his mouth.

"And there is NOTHING you can do about it."