#//le shrug lol\\

[dandyshucks]

also it'd be rly funny if one day he was idly looking at the pins on my bag and notices one that looks like a Sinnoh gym badge that he recognizes bc of something he'd seen at one point so he asks me about it and I go like "oh yeah, this line of pins is all the gym badges from Sinnoh" and he thinks it's just like... tourism decorations or smth so he makes a teasing joke about me having wishful thinking of wanting to beat all the gym leaders in battle and I look at him all confused like "no those are real ? i did do that ??" and he's like WHAT ?? WHY DID U NEVER MENTION IT BEFORE ????

bro i am SHY and i dont like to talk about big things like that esp if it takes me longer to achieve than the average person !!! i would much rather share cool facts about nature that i learned or show u the latest creative project I worked on !!!

[sheliesshattered]

my 7 yards of silk-rayon burgundy velvet has been handwashed, dried, and properly hung up so it won't get creased before I get around to cutting out my pattern pieces

[mr-independent]

you know, its not brought up in fics often but ted is extremely well read. he doesnt brag about it, but hes read everything from f scott fitzgerald's b sides to ayn rand's doorstoppers to the sixteen book Ender series, etc etc etc. Ted reads about as much as we see Beard reading (which. in my head is a trait that was passed on, a new focus to sharpen the mind and keep him out of trouble and his mind off drugs, something Ted offered up as a coping mechanism for when his own dad died, a way to have fun and adventure and escape without ending up in jail like Ted himself had a handful of times before, scaring the bejeezus out of his ma.)

this turned into a mini fic and i lost my train of thought but point is, Ted reads So Much and more people need to pick up on this in fics please and thank you.

[leieryx]

push-ups are deceptive you think ‘I’ve got this’ and then you are falling over devastated style

[holyhappyhour]

I've been meaning to make one of these for the Reaper Squad for a minute but I kept forgetting lolllllllllll

[twilit-tragedy]

Sometimes I wish I kept the habit of writing down my dreams. I usually let them gently float away from my recollection because I don't want to get frustrated trying to remember every detail in the morning instead of going about my day. But sometimes I wake up and think "damn, that's the whole setting of a fantasy book if I ever wanted to write one".

Today I managed to play out a action movie running from and sabotaging nobles during the French revolution AND witness a vaguely Love Never Dies love story where everyone and everything looked straight out of a palace-museum AND after a vague wedding / LND-inspired necklace gifting, I shit you not, a servant announces to "the court" (???) that Senator Aaron Burr is visiting. After which Leslie Odom Jr. walks in in full anachronistic regalia except "are those sneakers?" - I actually thought, mid-dream. Bro, what the actual fuck 😂.

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Les (Part 2)- Christopher & Matthew Sturniolo

Summary: THE BOYS ARE FIGHTINGGGGG!! read part 1 if you don’t understand!!

Warnings: Angst-ish, cursing, use of Y/N, talks of sexual interactions, THREESOMEEEEE, degradation, P in V, crying, unprotected sex (don’t even think about it), praising, Dom!chris!, Dom!Matt, Sub!reader, multiple orgasms

A/N: LOVE TRIANGLE WHO?! This is my first OFFICAL threesome please be nice LOL

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For the past few days, Chris hasn't texted me, big fucking surprise, I mean I could understand why, you see the girl you've been ‘in love’ with but ‘not ready’ for a relationship with her, and seeing her with your brother could hurt you but I mean he put this upon himself.

Matt on the other hand has been an absolute angel, actually talking to me, and joking around with me, and we've been fully transparent with each other about things, it's been way different than Chris, I still love Chris but Matt is so good for me. I eventually told Matt how long Chris and I were sleeping together, and his jaw clenched and his fist tightened. I mean at first Matt and I were just playing around with Chris to see if he'd actually care that I was flirting with his brother. Chris did care, but never showed it according to Matt he ‘knows when Chris is upset’, and he was. But after the first 3 days, I don't think I was ‘playing’ anymore.

Today, Matt and I agreed to go on a ‘trial’ date. Basically to see if Chris would act on his feelings towards me or if he remain on his strike to stay silent.

I figured since I was testing Chris I'd wear an outfit I knew he'd always loved on me: a tight white tube top with bows around the top, with a flowy short skirt and a cardigan over it, and obviously my Converse.

I got into my car and drove to the triplet's house, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as I drove through the quiet streets. When I arrived, I parked the car and made my way to the front door, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, my heart racing with anticipation. After a few moments, the door opened, and to my surprise, Chris was standing there, smiling warmly at me.

“Oh hey Y/N, I wasn't expecting to see you here” he smiled pulling me into a hug “Are you here to take pictures with Nick? You guys got the same vibe going on” he chuckled softly allowing me in the house, and guiding me up the staircase.

“Oh um no” I smile softly, but before I have time to tell him what I am actually here for, matt runs in the living room.

“Y/N, don't you look beautiful” he smiles taking my hand and spinning me around jokingly while Chris has a puzzled look on his face. “You ready” his hand remains intertwined with his.

“Ready for what? Where are you guys going?” Chris says plopping on the couch.

“I'm taking Y/N on a picnic” Matt replies smiling down at me.

Chris’ jaw tightens and his eyes darken with anger. “So are you guys like a thing now or what?” he says in annoyance.

“No” i quickly say.

“Chris if you actually knew how to treat a girl, you would know that they actually like being taken out on a date and not just fucked and then escorted out,” Matt says gripping my hand tighter.

“Y/N what the fuck? You told him?” Chris stands up clenching his fist.

“Was that a problem?” I spit.

“Considering we SWORE to keep it a secret, yes it fucking is,” he says coming closer to Matt and me “and now you're fucking around with my brother? Low blow Y/N” he continues

“It honestly shouldn't matter to you who I'm fucking around with and who I'm not” I cross my arms over my chest “I poured my entire heart out to you about how I felt and you completely ignored it because you enjoy fucking around with girls who are probably carrying around diseases that you can't wash off with Ajax,” I say rolling my eyes

“I told you my feelings Y/N, I'm not sure why you're being all dramatic,” he says shrugging his shoulders.

“Chris I'm not being dramatic, you quite actually told me, ‘I'm not sure what to tell you’ when I told you EXACTLY how I felt,” I say raising my voice a little as Matt grabs my hand and rubs small circles on the top of my hand, which only infuriates Chris more.

“Whatever Y/N,” he says plopping back on the couch “but just remember who makes you cum, cause last time I checked that's me, Matt may look like me but I and you both know I'm the only one who makes you cum like that, every fucking time,” he says shoving chips in his mouth.

“Chris, Matt and i haven't had sex, Jesus” i could tell that my comment made matt a little shy, i mean we talked about it but it's not like we ever had the idea to.

“Wow, so now you're not sleeping with guys on the first date? When did you turn so classy?” Chris says shooting me a faux smile.

“Says you, according to everyone else in this house you bring girls in and out of here, Chris you've never taken me on one fucking date, not like I ever asked but for someone who constantly says how in love with me he is as he's balls deep in me, you'd assume that maybe he's got some feelings towards me,” I say practically dragging matt out of the house.

“No no hold on,” Chris stops us. “How about, after your little pitty date with my brother, let's see which one of us can make you cum better,” he says smirking.

I look over at Matt almost for approval, his face brightens at the idea of the possibility of proving himself better to Chris. “Deal” Matt says smirking at me shooting me a wink.

“Fine Chris whatever you want, you got it” i say tugging at Matts hand as a signal of exiting the house.

As soon as Matt and I stepped into his car, I felt the wind blowing through my hair. I looked outside the window as we pulled out of the driveway and hit the road towards the park. The sun was shining bright, and the chirping of the birds was the only sound I could hear. We were heading to the park to have a lovely picnic date, and I was hoping to leave behind what had just happened back at the house. Despite the beautiful surroundings, my mind couldn't help but wander back to the events that had taken place before we left.

“Hey you alright,” Matt says breaking my trance as he places his hand on my knee.

“Yeah, I'm good, I'm sorry about what happened back there,” I say softly smiling

“Oh about Chris? Don't even worry, I figured something along those lines was gonna happen considering how possessive he is over you” Matt says smiling almost as if nothing was bothering him or like he didn't agree to have a threesome with me and his fucking brother.

“Chris does not get possessive over me, that's for sure, he was only possessive when we would… you know” my voice trails off.

“Oh no you should have heard the way he talked about you when you weren't there, nick and I may not have known you guys were fucking but we definitely knew how pussy whipped he was” Matt chuckles to himself.

“Okay well I may not have heard Chris when I wasn't there but can we just leave the Chris topic behind till we get back to the house” I say laughing and leaning my head against the headrest looking at Matt through my lashes.

“Anything you want, you got it sweetheart” he smiles back at me placing his hand back on my thigh and rubbing back and forth.

When we finally reached the spot that had been designated by Matt for our picnic, I couldn't contain my excitement and started giggling like a kid. The area was a small clearing surrounded by tall trees, with rays of sunshine filtering through the leaves, bathing the ground in a warm glow. Matt carefully spread out a checkered picnic blanket, and arranged an array of delicious food and drinks on top of it. The colorful spread looked like something straight out of a gourmet magazine. I couldn't help but appreciate the effort he had put into making everything look so beautiful and inviting.

“Oh my god Matt this looks beautiful,” I say smiling down at the set up.

“I know you wanted this to just be a trial date but i honestly couldn't help myself but go overboard with everything” he says nervously chuckling and scratching the back of his head.

“No no, this is perfect, I've never really been on a date like this before, this is perfect, and oh my god chocolate-covered strawberries? THESE ARE MY FAVORITE” I squeal out of excitement and pull Matt down so we're both sitting on the blanket.

“I remembered from that Galentines Day thing you had with Nick one time and you had devoured like 10 of those” he chuckles softly.

During the remainder of the date, we had an amazing time. It wasn't just a superficial conversation, but we truly engaged with each other and actively listened to what the other person was saying. We discussed various topics, ranging from our interests and hobbies to our beliefs and values. The conversation flowed naturally, and we both felt comfortable sharing personal stories and experiences. It was a refreshing change from the typical small talk that often dominates first dates. Overall, it was a truly enjoyable experience.

As we were making our way back to the house, my mind was preoccupied with various thoughts, and I completely forgot about the unsettling encounter with Chris earlier. However, as we approached our destination, a sudden wave of anxiety washed over me, and my nerves kicked in. The fear and the excitement of the unknown and the possibilityof having both of them inside of me was flooding every other thought in my brain.

Upon our arrival at the house, after a somewhat long but seemingly short and peaceful drive, Matt and I made our way inside while holding hands and giggling like school children. However, to my surprise, I did not find Chris sitting on the couch as he usually does, and I couldn't hear Nick giggling or talking to anyone in his room like he often does.

“Chris? Nick?” Matt yells from the kitchen

“You think they left?” i say nervously

“Maybe” Matt says as he moves me so I'm facing him now and both of his hands rest on my hips looking down at me.

“Are you gonna keep looking at me like you wanna kiss me? Or are you gonna actually kiss me” My smile turns into a smirk as a little grin appears on his lips.

“If that's an invitation I'll gladly take it” he mutters as his face gets closer to mine pulling me closer by my hips and pressing his lips against mine passionately.

As Matt and I stood close to each other, lost in the moment, the sound of someone clearing their throat suddenly interrupted us. I turned my head towards the hallway and saw Chris leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on us. Embarrassed and caught off guard, I quickly took a step back from Matt. We both jumped at the sudden intrusion and felt our faces flush with embarrassment.

“Chris I didn't know you were here” matt says scratching the back of his head

“I made Nick go shopping and told him I was inviting someone over and wanted the house to myself,” Chris says smirking. “So did you consider our little bet, Y/N” he continues.

“Look, Chris, I'm only gonna agree to it if Y/N says she's 100% comfortable with it, I'm not like you, I'm not gonna assume she wants to do something and pressure her into doing something she doesn't want to” Matt defends

“Then you obviously don't know her the way I do, believe me,” Chris chuckles “She's an absolute freak, I know all her sexual fantasies, so what do you say, Y/N? Are you down?” he comes closer looking at me.

I look down playing with my bracelet on my wrist thinking for a moment. Would it be wrong to fuck both? How experienced was Matt? God, I wonder if that theory of twins was right. He's a triplet though but could he and Matt have the same dick size?

“You know what? Fuck it, but only if you two are down” I say shrugging my shoulders.

“DOWN,” Both Chris and Matt say in unison

Chris runs up to me throwing me over my shoulder as he guides me to his bedroom and Matt follows shortly behind him. Chris kicked his door open and carefully threw my body on his bed.

“Strip,” Chris says eyeing me up and down as both sets of blue eyes gaze down at me in pure lust.

My arms wrap around my torso pulling my shirt off and throwing it on the other side of the bed. I lift my hips up to shimmy my skirt down my legs and kick my skirt off leaving me bare considering i wore nothing under my dress.

“God you're such a whore wearing nothing underneath that outfit” Chris chuckled.

Matt smiled down as his eyes traveled down from mine and followed every curve of my body.

“I'm gonna let matt have first go only cause I've been between your legs many times before” Chris smirks.

Matt pulled my entire body down so my legs hung off the bed and immediately dipped his head down leaving small kisses down my thighs as his mouth kisses my clit making my hips jerk up and a smile appears on both Matt and Chris's Lips.

Chris slides around to the other side of the bed and places his legs on either side of my waist as Matt's tongue moves in between my folds collecting my taste.

“Oh fuck Matt, god you're so good” my back arches onto Chris’ chest as his hands begin to twist and fiddle with my nipples.

“Someones enjoying themselves” Chris chuckles in my neck as he places wet kisses from my jawline down my neck.

Matt smirks as his tongue flicks upwards to my clit. He lifts his head a little and brings his fingers to my mouth “Open” he sternly says.

My mouth obeys and his fingers glide into my mouth swirling my tongue around his ring and middle finger before he abruptly removes them and glides them into my needy hole and slightly curls them up hitting that soft gummy part of my insides.

My hips jerk upward “FUCK” I moan out burying my head in Chris’ neck causing him to chuckle.

“You like having both of us, don't you?” he spits out sucking purple marks down my neck.

“So close” I moan out as Matt's head lifts up just using his fingers and moving them up and down as his lips go between his teeth watching how my body moves in Chris's arms, observing how my sounds got louder as I got closer.

“Should we let her cum?” Chris says smirking to Matt.

“P-please” I stutter out as my eyes roll behind my head.

“Cum” Matt says as his pace with his fingers moved at an ungodly pace.

With his words, the knot in my stomach snapped and my legs began shaking as my orgasm dripped out of me and onto Matts's fingers.

“Flip,” Chris says in my ear.

I obeyed and flipped over on my stomach as both boys began undressing. I couldn't take my eyes off both Matt and Chris, my eyes flickered between the two, I've had sex with Chris thousands of times but each time was always so different. Seeing Matt bare in front of me I couldn't quite stop staring. He wasn't as big as Chris but his gerth made up for the lost inches.

“You see something ya like sweet girl,” matt says softly.

I swallow the lump in my chest and nod at him. A smile appears on both their faces. Matt walks around the bed to where my ass is and Chris kneels on the bed facing me.

“Why don't you use that pretty little mouth for something useful eh?” Chris takes my chin between his fingers and glides his thumb across my lip before rubbing his dick along my lips. “Be a good girl and open ya mouth for me” Chris smiles down at me.

I nod opening my mouth and taking the majority of his length in my mouth using my hand to pump the rest that wouldn't fit. Chris throws his head back and groans.

Matt smirks at the way I obey Chris’ commands and rubs his dick through my folds and slaps my clit a little making a muffled moan escape my lips sending vibrations through Chris.

Matt pushes his cock in my hole that's already clenching around the air and immediately bottoms out. “Fuck me,” he groans out “god damn you are so fucking tight” he begins to start thrusting in me pushing me farther down chris’ cock causing a Gagging noise.

“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” Chris says as he moves the hair out of my face.

Matt’s thrusts sped up as the sound of my moans was muffled by Chris’ dick being shoved farther down my throat making my eyes roll back. “I think she likes having both of her holes used hm?” Matt taunts.

I remove my mouth from Chris as Matt pushes my hips down into the mattress feeling the pit of my stomach drop as he reaches the deepest part in me as a pornographic moan comes out of my lips. “Oh fuck, Matt” I squeal out.

Chris moves my head back on his cock making a makeshift ponytail and forcing my head down deeper onto him as his eyes roll back at the feeling of hitting deep in my throat. “Fuck ma, you're throat takes my cock so fucking good” he groans out.

I start clenching around Matt signaling I was close to finishing as if my legs shaking wasn't a clear indication. “Are you close baby” Matt groans “You're clenching around me so good” he smiles devilishly.

“Mhm,” I mumble out.

“Fuck” Chris groans “You're gonna swallow every ounce,” he says forcing my eyes to look upon his. As he thrusts into my mouth a couple of times before finishing in my mouth as his hot ropes of cum coat my throat. “Show me” he grabs my throat as Matt still thrusts in me. I obeying stick my tongue out to show him i swallowed. “Good girl” he smiles down at me slapping my cheek very lightly.

“Fuck!” i scream out “c-close” i grab Chris's hand as my close orgasm becomes unbearably intense.

“Cum, Cum all over my fucking dick” matt grunts out slamming his cock deep into me.

Before I could even think about his words my orgasm squirted out of me and drenched his lower half and the bed. Matt chuckles giving me a couple more thrusts and groaning out as he paints my once-pink walls, white. My body went limp against Chris’ body causing him and Matt to chuckle.

“Are you alright Y/N” Matt asks placing his hand on my lower back.

“Mhm,” I start “That was the most intense orgasm I've had in a WHILE,” I say picking myself up off Chris and sitting on the bed trying to regain myself.

“I could see why Chris was so pussy whipped” matt chuckles.

“I fucking told you she's fucking incredible” Chris chimes in.

“I'm literally right here Chris,” I softly laugh “Can I wear one of you guys’ clothes? I don't feel like getting mine back on”

“On it” both boys said at the same time.

“I'll get her a hoodie” matt says rushing to his room.

“I'll grab the pants” Chris walks over to his drawer tossing me a pair of pants as Matt walks back in tossing me one of his hoodies.

Chris and Matt both throw on the clothes they previously had on and I throw on the clothes I had borrowed.

My mind was flooding with reminiscing thoughts of the recent event that had just happened while Matt and Chris just acted like nothing happened but I brushed it off and just wanted to let things happen as the day progressed.

“So can we watch a movie or DoorDash some food?” i say breaking the science of all of us just sitting in Chris's bedroom

“Absolutely,” they say in unison.

“Get me some Alfredo” I smile at them.

“Already had it in my cart” Chris laughs.

After they had ordered the food both of them laid down next to me and handed me the remote, I turned it on to Gossip Girl and Chris instantly adjusted himself as this was the show we watched every time I came over to spend the night.

“Wait did chuck sleep with her? I thought he was with Blair?” Chris says turning to me.

“No remember Chris, Blair, and Chuck broke up when Chuck slept with Dan’s sister,” I say laughing

“Woah woah” Matt starts “Chris actually watches this shit with you?” Matt chuckles.

“Shut up” Chris groans out of embarrassment.

“Oh yeah and he fucking loves it” I add

“I'm so lost,” Matt says shaking his head smiling.

“I'll catch you up one day,” I say smiling at Matt

“So where does this leave us” Chris says more seriously as he turns his head to both Matt and I.

“Just shut up, for now, Chris, I don't wanna worry about what girl you're gonna bring home after I leave, just let me watch this” i breath out.

The thought of where Chris and i’s relationship was gonna go wasn't in my head until he brought it up. But now I'm facing another problem. What am I gonna do with matt? He was absolutely amazing and his dick game was no fucking joke. But in the wise words of Katherine Pierce “it's okay to love them both, i did”

And i happen to love both of them.

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A/N pt 2: AHH SO HERES LES PT 2, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! i don’t plan on making this a series but i hope you guys loved it!! also if you can’t tell i love gossip girl lol ALSO TYSM FOR 600 FOLLOWERS!!

[moonselune]

I am SOOO loving your work right now it's all so so good :))) can I request the ladies comforting Tav after they went too far when "interrogating" someone for information? Like Tav came back to camp and the ladies just knew something was off so they go to comfort tav and the only thing Tav can say is "I made them talk" but theyre very clearly distraught about it? No worries if not it is a bit of a darker subject (is this idea also ripped straight from The Last of Us Part 2? Yes lol)

Ahhh thank you so much, I love this and omg The Last of Us <3

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Karlach:

The campfire crackled softly, casting a warm, flickering glow over the gathering of your party. The day’s events had been intense, culminating in a harsh interrogation of an enemy captive. Although the information gained was valuable, the process had left you feeling unsettled and emotionally drained.

You sat on the edge of the camp, away from the others, trying to shake off the lingering discomfort of what you had done. Your thoughts were a tangled mess of guilt and regret. The fire’s warmth did little to soothe the cold knot of remorse that had settled in your chest.

Karlach, ever perceptive, noticed your distant demeanor. She approached quietly, her footsteps muffled by the grass, and sat down beside you. Her usual fiery energy was tempered by a concerned softness as she studied you.

“Hey babe,” she began gently, her voice low and comforting. “I see something’s bothering you. You’ve been distant ever since we got back. What’s wrong?”

You shrugged, trying to dismiss her concern. “It’s nothing, Karlach. Just… tired, I guess.”

Karlach’s eyes narrowed with concern, not buying your attempt to brush it off. She reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch warm and grounding. “Don’t shut me out. I can tell something’s eating at you. Talk to me.”

Your throat tightened, and despite your best efforts, tears began to well up in your eyes. You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure, but the emotional weight was too much. Karlach’s presence was a gentle balm against the storm of your feelings, but you still struggled to find the right words.

Karlach’s expression softened further, her eyes filled with empathy. She moved closer, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into a comforting embrace. Her strength was a steady anchor, and you leaned into her, finding solace in her warmth.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice soothing and steady. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. You don’t have to be alone with this.”

The tears finally spilled over, and you found yourself unable to hold back the sobs that wracked your body. You clung to Karlach, her presence a refuge from the guilt that had consumed you.

Through your tears, you choked out the words, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I… I made them talk. I went too far. I don’t know if I should have done it that way.”

Karlach’s grip tightened around you, her embrace firm and reassuring. She stroked your back gently, offering comfort without judgment. “You did what you felt was necessary in the moment. Sometimes, the weight of what we do can be heavy, and it’s okay to feel this way. It doesn’t mean you’re wrong or bad.”

She pulled back slightly, her hands gently cupping your face as she looked into your eyes. “You have a heart that cares deeply. That’s why this bothers you. It means you’re not numb to the consequences of your actions. And that’s a good thing.”

You took a shuddering breath, her words a small comfort amidst the turmoil. “I just… I wish it didn’t feel like this. I wanted to get the information, but I didn’t want to hurt them like that.”

Karlach’s eyes were filled with understanding as she wiped away your tears with her thumbs. “It’s normal to feel conflicted. It’s not an easy task. But you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you, always..”

The comfort of her words and the strength of her embrace began to ease some of the burden you carried. You stayed in her arms, letting the warmth of her presence gradually soothe the ache in your heart. Her reassurance and empathy were a balm to the guilt you felt, and though it would take time to fully come to terms with your actions, Karlach’s support made the burden feel a little lighter.

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Minthara:

The night had settled over the camp, its darkness broken only by the flickering light of the campfire. The other members of your party were engaged in their own activities, but you found yourself on the fringes, feeling the weight of the day’s events more acutely than you had expected.

The interrogation you conducted had been intense, and while it had yielded crucial information, the process had left you feeling deeply unsettled. You had pushed the boundaries further than you intended, and the emotional aftermath was beginning to take its toll.

Minthara, ever observant and attuned to the subtleties of yourself, noticed your troubled demeanor. She approached you quietly, her presence both commanding and comforting as she sat down beside you.

“You seem troubled, my love.” Minthara said, her voice low and perceptive. “Tell me, what is weighing on your mind?”

You hesitated, trying to mask your inner turmoil with a forced nonchalance. “It’s nothing, Minthara. Just tired from the day. I’ll be fine.”

Minthara’s eyes narrowed slightly, not entirely convinced by your dismissal. She reached out, her hand resting firmly on your arm. “You are not fine. I can see that something is wrong. Do not shut me out. What happened?”

You tried to brush her off again, but the effort was half-hearted and she could tell, so she continued to press you on the matter. The weight of your emotions was becoming increasingly difficult to manage. Her probing only intensified the internal conflict you were struggling to suppress, and the pressure finally caused you to snap.

“I made them talk!” you exclaimed, your voice trembling with a mix of frustration and guilt. “I went too far.”

Minthara’s expression shifted to one of confusion, her brows furrowing as she tried to understand your distress. “I don’t see why that is a problem. You did what was necessary to achieve the desired outcome. You achieved the results we needed.”

You shook your head, the frustration and guilt bubbling over. “It wasn’t necessary. I pushed them beyond what was needed. I— I don’t like how it made me feel. I feel… wrong about it.”

The admission came out in a rush, the weight of your actions pressing heavily on your conscience. Minthara’s confusion slowly gave way to understanding as she saw the depth of your discomfort.

“You’re troubled because you crossed a line,” she said softly, her tone gentle but firm. “You’re not accustomed to pushing yourself to such extremes, and it’s affecting you deeply.”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt them like that. I wanted the information, but not at the cost of my own sense of right and wrong. It’s eating at me.”

Minthara’s expression softened further, and she reached out to take your hand, her grip firm and reassuring. “It’s important that you recognize the impact of your actions. It’s not easy to face the consequences of pushing beyond your own limits.”

She guided you to sit closer, her presence a steady anchor in the midst of your emotional storm. “You are not alone in this. I understand the complexities of these situations. It is normal to feel conflicted. What matters is how you handle these feelings moving forward.”

Her words were a balm to your frayed emotions, and you allowed yourself to lean into her support, taking comfort in her presence.

As you sat together by the fire, Minthara wrapped her arms around you, her touch a grounding force. She offered soft reassurances and occasional words of comfort, helping you navigate the emotional fallout of your actions. Although she could not fully understand your guilt, she understood that you were upset, and she would be there to help you, to make you feel better, be the strength that she knew you were.

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Lae'zel:

The interrogation of an enemy had been harsh and intense, and though it had yielded valuable information, you couldn’t shake the lingering discomfort from pushing the boundaries.

As you sat by the edge of the camp, trying to gather your thoughts, Lae’zel, ever observant and perceptive, noticed your distracted and troubled demeanor. Her sharp eyes missed nothing, and she approached you with her usual directness but a hint of concern in her otherwise impassive expression. She settled down next to you, her presence both commanding and comforting.

“You seem troubled,” she said, her tone direct but not unkind. “What is wrong?”

You hesitated, struggling to articulate the swirl of emotions inside you. The guilt and discomfort were hard to voice, but the words finally escaped your lips, tinged with frustration. “I made them talk.”

Lae’zel’s brows furrowed slightly, her expression thoughtful as she considered your words. She sat down beside you, her strong, calloused hand resting gently on your shoulder, providing a sense of grounded support. Her touch was firm but not harsh.

“A warrior must sometimes push beyond the boundaries to achieve their goals,” Lae’zel began, her voice calm and measured. “It is understandable that this would weigh on you. However, it is also important to recognize when you have exceeded your own limits.”

You looked at her, your eyes filled with a mix of relief and residual guilt. “I didn’t want to hurt them like that. I wanted the information, but I went too far. It’s hard to reconcile that with my own sense of right and wrong.”

Lae’zel’s gaze softened, and she leaned closer, her presence a steady anchor amidst your turbulent emotions. “It is good to know when you have crossed a line. Your distress is an indication of your integrity and self-awareness. It shows that you are not numb to the consequences of your actions.”

She gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, her touch both firm and comforting. “A true warrior understands the cost of their actions and is capable of reflection. The fact that you feel troubled by this means you are capable of growth and self-discipline.”

You took a deep breath, her words providing a measure of comfort. Lae’zel’s straightforward approach was strangely soothing, and her acceptance of your distress helped ease some of the guilt that had been weighing on you. Her support, though unadorned with excessive empathy, was grounded in a deep understanding of the warrior’s path.

“It’s a difficult balance to strike,” she continued, her voice steady. “Recognizing when you’ve gone too far is as important as knowing when to strike decisively. Both are marks of a skilled and thoughtful warrior.”

You nodded, feeling a semblance of relief as Lae’zel’s words resonated with you. The night’s quiet and her comforting presence created a space where you could begin to process the day’s events without the burden of isolation.

In the stillness of the night, Lae’zel’s support helped to temper the harsh edges of your internal struggle, allowing you to find some measure of peace and understanding amidst the emotional aftermath of your interrogation.

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Shadowheart:

The night had fallen over the camp, a blanket of darkness occasionally broken by the flickering light of the fire. The conversations around the campfire were subdued, the weight of the day’s events lingering in the air. You sat apart from the others, lost in your thoughts, struggling with the aftermath of the interrogation you had conducted earlier. Though the information you had extracted was valuable, you felt a deep sense of unease over the methods you had employed.

Shadowheart noticed your troubled form. As she moved quietly through the camp, her gaze settled on you, sensing that something was wrong. With a grace that matched her usual composed demeanor, she approached and sat down beside you.

Her presence was calming, a stark contrast to the turmoil roiling inside you. Shadowheart studied you with concern as she took in your distant expression.

“You seem troubled, love,” she said softly, her voice gentle and soothing. “Is something bothering you?”

You hesitated, struggling to articulate the pain inside. Finally, the words came out, tinged with guilt and frustration. “I made them talk.”

Shadowheart’s eyes softened with understanding as she listened. She did not press you for more details, sensing that you were already overwhelmed. Instead, she responded with quiet empathy, reaching out to you. Though she could not remember it exactly, she remembered feeling this way when she was younger, in the Sharran cloister. There she had no one to soothe her, and it was painful, she would not allow you to go through the same thing. So, without a word, she moved closer and gently wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace.

The contact was tender and reassuring, her warmth enveloping you like a protective cocoon. You leaned into her embrace, finding solace in the simple act of being held. Her touch was gentle yet firm, a grounding presence amidst the swirling emotions that had taken hold of you.

“It’s alright,” Shadowheart murmured into your ear, her voice soft and calming. “Sometimes, the weight of what we do can be heavy. It’s natural to feel conflicted.”

You clung to her, the comfort of her presence helping to ease some of the emotional strain. The embrace was a sweet refuge, a place where the harshness of the day could be softened by her quiet support.

“You don’t have to explain further,” she continued softly. “I can see that this weighs on you. It’s important to acknowledge how you feel. I’m here for you.”

Her words, combined with her gentle touch, helped to soothe the sharp edges of your guilt. The night’s quiet and the warmth of her embrace allowed you to breathe more easily, if only for a moment. Shadowheart’s comfort was a reminder that, despite the difficulties of your actions, you were not alone in facing them.

As you rested in her arms, the firelight flickered softly in the background, casting a warm glow on the both of you. In the cocoon of her embrace, you began to find a semblance of peace, her comforting presence a testament to the depth of her understanding and love for you.

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Jaheira:

The camp was quiet under the darkening sky, the warmth of the fire flickering softly against the encroaching night. The aftermath of the day’s events hung heavy in the air. The interrogation you had conducted earlier had been intense, and while the information extracted was crucial, you felt a gnawing discomfort about the methods you had employed. You had pushed the boundaries further than you intended, and the weight of that decision was starting to press on you.

You had retreated to the edge of the camp, sitting apart from the others. The conversations and laughter of your companions seemed distant, their voices muffled by the turmoil inside you. Jaheira noticed your withdrawal and the pained expression on your face, immediately. With a graceful and measured approach, she made her way to where you sat.

Her presence was a soothing balm, a contrast to the internal storm you were experiencing. As she sat down beside you, her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and understanding.

“You look troubled, dearest” she said softly, her voice carrying the depth of her care. “What’s wrong?”

You tried to dismiss her concern, not quite ready to delve into the emotions roiling within you. “It’s nothing,” you said, your voice lacking conviction. “Just… tired.”

Jaheira’s eyes narrowed slightly, her intuition telling her that there was more beneath the surface. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on your arm, her touch warm and grounding.

“You can try, but you can’t hide from me,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “I can see that something is troubling you. Please, talk to me.”

The weight of your emotions was too much to bear, and the truth slipped out with a mix of guilt and frustration. “I made them talk.”

Jaheira’s expression softened, and she moved closer, her presence offering a much-needed sense of comfort. She took your hand in hers, her grip firm but tender, and offered a reassuring squeeze.

“I understand,” she said quietly. “It’s difficult when you feel you’ve pushed beyond your own limits.”

Her touch was soothing, and her words were a balm to your troubled mind. You looked at her, tears beginning to well up, feeling the weight of your actions more acutely in her compassionate presence. Jaheira’s gaze held a deep understanding as she continued, her voice filled with empathy.

“Hey, it is a good thing that you are upset,” she said softly. “It shows that you have a heart, that you are not numb to the consequences of your actions. It means you care deeply about the impact of what you’ve done.”

You nodded, her words resonating with the inner conflict you were experiencing. Jaheira’s understanding and acceptance of your distress helped to ease some of the guilt that had been weighing on you. Her embrace, gentle and reassuring, offered a moment of solace amidst the turmoil. She guided you into a comforting hug, her arms encircling you with a warmth that was both steady and tender.

“You are not alone in this,” she murmured, her voice a calming whisper as she pressed a kiss to your temple. “We all face moments where our actions weigh heavily on us. It’s a part of life. What matters is how we learn and grow from these experiences.”

You leaned into her, finding comfort in the strength of her embrace. Jaheira’s support was a reminder that, even in moments of guilt and self-doubt, there was someone who understood and cared deeply for you.

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mingyu x reader x scoups? (Still figuring it out LOL)

pt. 2

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summary: first year of college, you literally knew no one and you planned for it to stay that way but damn were you wrong

notes: part 2!!! I hope y’all like this, I read back on pt 1 and realized I made some grammar errors and it was lowkey just ass in general…So I hope part 2 is a lot more enjoyable as I put a little more thought into it ! 💕

genre: seventeen college au, love triangle between scoups and Mingyu, Mingyu being on a football team, financial major scoups, angst??, fluff, cute friend ships, Hoshi, Joshua, Seungkwan, Minghao, and Wonwoo r your besties, Also besties with Yunjin (Le Sserafim) and Minnie (G-IDLE), other seventeen members are mentioned?? Childhood friends, cursing, drinking

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"its been awhile" the man chuckles. Choi Seungcheol. You're first every friend. You had met him on the first day of 2nd grade and had stayed friends till middle school until he moved away. You tried looking up his name on insta but nothing every came up, So you just gave up in finding him. "This is crazy" you let out an airy laugh "its been like what, 10 years?" Seungcheol asks, taking a seat next to you "Yea maybe" you felt awkward but so relieved at the same time, it really was nice seeing him after so long "sooo how do you to know each other again? Soonyoung ask "Childhood friends" Seungcheol responds, taking a bite from one of appetizers that were brought up "Wahh~ what a coincidence" Seungkwan says in awe and you both nod "Are you folks ready to order?" the waitress comes around "Yeah I think so?" Wonwoo tells the waiter.

Everyone's food had arrived and we were all eating peacfully, talking about school drama and whatever. But you were defiantly talking to Seungcheol the most, I mean how couldn't you? You had just met your childhood best friend after 10 years. Your phone lights up on your lap and you see a text message from Joshua "Don't you think Mingyu's been awfully quiet" read the text from Joshua. You shot your head up from your phone to look up at Mingyu, who was across from you. He was in fact a lot quieter than he normally is and he even looked a little pissed? You look over at Joshua and he simply gives you a shrug "He looks mad, right?" you whisper to Joshua "He does..." Joshua whispers back. "Can i get these plates out of your way?" the waiter asks and Soonyoung and Wonwoo help collect the plates to hand them over to the waiter "I'll be back with the bill" the waiter smiles before vanishing into the swarm of people.

"That was good, right nini?" Seungcheol pats his stomach a bit and you giggle. Nini was a random nickname Seungcheol had given you when you were both about 7. The whole backstory behind it was that, Seungcheol could never get your name right, but he did remember you by one of you favorite snacks, called "NINI" and eventually, even after he learned and memorized your name, he still preferred calling you nini “Nicknames? Really?” Mingyu scoffs, stuffing in hands into the pockets of this jeans “What’s up with him today?” Seungcheol asks but no one has the answer “maybe he didn’t like his food” Soonyoung suggests. You all stop once you’ve reached the parking lot of the restaurant “We’ll go first, see you guys tomorrow” Soonyoung and Seungkwan both bid there goodbyes, then shortly after Wonwoo and Joshua also left for there dorms, leaving you, Seungcheol, and Mingyu by yourselves. “Do you have a ride nini?” Seungcheol asks you and you shake your head “There’s probably no Ubers around at this time, it’s like a 10 minute walk anyways” you state “I can-“ before Seungcheol can finish his sentence he’s interrupted by Mingyu “I can walk her back to her dorm, you can go home it’s late anyways” Mingyu finishes Seungcheol’s sentence. “Alright if you say so, I’ll text you later y/n” The man scoffs before turning his attention to you “get home safely” he waves goodbye and both you and Mingyu begin to walk towards your dorm.

“I didn’t know you were so close to coups” Mingyu says, so quietly you can barley hear him “I mean I guess we’re good friends” you shrug “ just good friends?” Mingyu says, he’s tone filled with sarcasm. “Yes, just good friends” you say, returning the sarcastic tone. There’s awkward silence but the silence doesn’t last very long “ let’s play 20 questions” Mingyu says suddenly, breaking the silence “So suddenly?” You chuckle but he ignores you “I’ll go first. Favorite artist right now?” He asks “Wave to Earth” “ok ok, now you go” “uhm I don’t know.. favoritee~ video game?” “Call of duty” “cool cool” “Why does coups call you nini?”. You were taken aback just a bit by his question, you thought it was just some stupid Q&A game Mingyu wanted to play to pass the time “he also had trouble memorizing my name, so he started calling me “Nini” because I was always eating those Nini snacks at school” you still answer his question. Mingyu nods but doesn’t seem very satisfied by your question “how long have you been playing football?” “5 years” “dam ok” “What do you like about coups?. Once again, Mingyu brings up Seungcheol and you just didn’t understand why, I mean you didn’t really mind but it was just werid. “Uhm he’s nice??? And he really thoughtful and pays attention when I talk and is just really sweet” you answer Mingyu’s werid question anyways and yet he still looks unsatisfied “Favorite class your taking?” “Photography.” “I didn’t expect that from you” you mumble and Mingyu nods “ a lot of people say that”. “Do you not think I’m nice?” Mingyu suddenly stops in his track and turns to you “what??” You turn and stop to face him “I mean you said you liked coups because he’s nice right?? So am I not nice??” You couldn’t tell if this kid was pulling at your leg or was being dead serious “I mean I barley know you” you stutter out “I mean you said you hadn’t seen him in 10 years! How do you know he hasn’t changed?” Mingyu lowers his head slightly, watching his feet as he kicks a few tiny pebbles lying on the floor “Mingyu. You realized YOU are the one that invited him, I think you would know if he wasn’t a good person” you continue walking up the side walk and Mingyu follows you “so what do you think of me?” Mingyu asks “not your turn, it’s my turn to ask questions” you correct him “why are you asking so many questions about Seungcheol?” You ask “I’m just curious” he shrugs “about what?” You try and ask but Mingyu stops you “Not your turn” he smirks and you just scoff at him. At this point you were both in front of your dorm building complex “Do you think I’m hot?” Oh my god this kid and his fucking questions were gonna be the end of you “I mean.. yeah” you simply state, slowly going up the stairs with Mingyu trailing behind you “Your skincare routine?” “Don’t got one” he shrugs. You give him a dirty look because you know dam well there ain’t not way his skin that clear without at least a cleanser. You know we’re standing in front of your door “go out with me.” Your mind went completely blank “what.” “You heard me”. You did in fact hear him but the words definitely were not processing “you said it yourself, you said I’m nice and hot so why don’t we go on a date?” You were trying your best to avoid eye contact but that man was making it basically impossible, staring right at you without even blinking “well I mean I don’t know” you try and push him away, realizing he was basically pining you up against the wall because of how close you two were “text me then.” He said, backing up just the slightest so you would breathe “ok. I’m going now. Goodnight get back safely” you quickly enter your apartment before even letting the poor boy respond “what the actual fuck..” you mumbled to yourself. “DING” you phone screen lights up and you see a text message from the one and only Mingyu “postist art museum, 3:30 tomorrow” reads the text he sent you with a wink emoji “this kid” you sigh. Though you though he was ridiculous you caught yourself smiling at his text message.

The blaring sound of you alarm pierced through the morning silence of your dorm. You let at a groan as you shifted around in your bed before grabbing your phone "2:01" read the time on your phone "SHIT" you immediately rise from your bed and rush towards the bathroom where you brush your teeth and wash your face. Even though your "Date" with Mingyu was at 3:30, you normally took 2 hours to get ready. As you rummaged through your closet, trying to settle on an outfit to wear, Minnie strolls in "You got a date?" Minnie smirks "Actually, yes I do" you dont bother to look up at Minnie but you have already pictured her shocked face "Damn really? Who?" Minnie leans on the door frame, getting comfortable as you begin to speak "Remember that guy that dropped me off when I was drunk?" You stop looking through your closet and take a seat on your bed "The super hot one?" Minnie asks and you nod "Well, last night he asked me out on a date and I dont even know what I was thinking but I said yes" You sigh, getting back up to continue looking for an outfit "When'd ya'll meet" Minnie asks "Soonyoung's party, so like almost a week ago?" You shrug "You just met this guy and your about to spend a whole day with him?" Minnie questions. I mean she was right, you'd only known this man for less than a week "He wouldn't hurt a fly, I think" You pull out a pair of washed jeans and throw them on the bed "Great! just dont let him kidnap you" Minnie says, sarcastically "Thanks for being such a protective roommate" You give her a fake smile before turning back to look for a top "When are you leaving?" Minnie asks picking up her phone "I wanna get out at 3:00 so id better hurry" you pull out a white square neckline top with a cute lace bow on the neckline "you got like 45 minutes you better hurry" Minnie taps at your door frame, signaling shes going back to her room "have funn!" she calls out "thanks!" You reply, wasting no time to quickly change, put your shoes on and run out of the house.

You do your makeup on the way there and you reach the art museum at exactly 3:30. As you walk off the bus, you almost immediately spotted Mingyu. He was sitting down on the staircase leading up to the museum with a small pink bouquet in his hands. He was wearing a button down loosely with a pair of grey washed jeans and a black leather jacket. You couldn't deny that man was fine, and looked even finer today, especially in that outfit. "Mingyu!" Mingyu shots his head up and looks around before finally locking eyes on your figure. He starts to stand up as you approach him "You look beautiful" He smiles, handing you the pink bouquet "Thank you, you looks nice as well" you take the flowers, examining them carefully "Just nice?" Mingyu cocks his eyebrow up and you scoff at his sarcasms "What did you want me to say?" you and Mingyu start to walk up the stairs, leading to the art museum "I dont know maybe, breath-taking? Ravishing? Stunning? Out of this world?" Mingyu shrugs, you roll your eyes in response "Thats too much" You chuckle.

You and Mingyu begin to walk around the art museum, admiring the art hanged along the walls. "You know, a lot of girls at campus would be jealous of you right now, Going on a date with Mr. Campus crush" Mingyu teases, his lips forming into a cheeky smirk "Dont let you ego get the best of you, Kim Mingyu" You teased back. As the two of you strolled through the museum, admiring the beautiful pieces of art on the wall, Mingyu unexpectedly shifted from his usual playful banter to a more serious note. With a curious glint in his eyes, he turned around to face you and asks "So, what exactly are you looking for in a guy?" The question catches you off guard in the mist of you admiring one of the paintings on the wall, and after a brief pause you begin to state some "Someone who's genuine, I guess? Who's nice, good sense of humor, respects himself and others, and can cook" Mingyu, with a sly smirk, retorted "So basically me?" His comment sent you into laughter, though you weren't necessarily laughing because you thought what he had said was funny, but to try and hide you face that had probably turned as bright as a tomato and heart that was going at 200 BPM. "Well," you replied, finally calming your heart beat down by the slightest bit "Maybe minus the cockiness" You chuckle.

As you and Mingyu continue to walk around, making small comments about some to the paintings on display, you had noticed that Mingyu's banter had changed once again to quite a tense one, almost like he was dying to ask you somthing "You and Coups. You two seem basically inseparable" He asks, his casual tone barely concealing an undercurrent of tension. Suprised by the sudden focus of you childhood friend once again, you nodded "Yeah, Seungcheol. We're close. Why?" Mingyu's gaze lingered on a painting, his questions become more pointed. "What makes him you like him so much? I mean, did you guys share secrets and stuff when you were little or was it just the usual camaraderie?" Mingyu's eyes glancing towards you but stay glued on the painting in front of the two of you "We had a crazy strong bond when we were little, shared a lot of memories. Why are you suddenly curious about him anyways? You were like this yesterday." Mingyu was the one who invited him, he probably knew Seungcheol better than you and longer than you, so you were confused at the mans sudden interrogation. Mingyu's respone was a vague shrug, which left you in an even more confused state "Wanna get out of here?" Mingyu slightly signals towards the door and you nod "Sure, I'm hungry anyways" You both start to walk towards the exit, Mingyu looking through his phone looking for a place to grab dinner at.

You guys walk down the street to a nearby Italian restaurant that Mingyu said he's been wanting to try "I'll trust you judgment" You laugh, walking into the restaurant. You two are seated and begin to pick up you conversation. As Mingyu took a sip from the glass of water left on the table for the two of you, he turns to you with a sudden hopeful gleam in his eyes, almost like a puppy. "You know, you should come to my football games. Its a blast, and I think I'd really love to have you there cheering for me." You chuckle, "Im not really a sports person. The only thing I'd cheer for is not spilling my popcorn all over the bleachers." He grinned, undeterred, "Come on, Its not about the game. Its about the experience. You might enjoy it, I mean who wouldnt if I'm playing in it" You raised an eyebrow "First of all, not everyone goes to watch you" "And second are you trying to recruit me for the team or something?" Mingyu grinned "Well, maybe. But mostly, I just think you'd enjoy it, Plus, you'd get to witness my incredible skill firsthand." Before you could come up with a comeback, the waitress arrived to take our orders, in which we gave and the waitress simply nodded before taking the menus from in front of us.

"Like i was saying" Mingyu begins but realizes your not fully paying attention, but the person to your left. You Ex. There he was sitting right across from you on his friend "Do you know him" Mingyu speaks up, knocking you out of your trances "Yeah, sorry what were you saying?" You tried to get back on track "Who is that?" Mingyu asks "My Ex." "Oh. sorry." "Its fine, it sure is a small world" You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood "We can go somewhere else if you want" Mingyu suggests but you turn the offer down "its fine, we already ordered, and he hasn't even noticed me anyways" Well he didnt notice you 10 seconds ago but he defiantly has now. "Y/N" The family voice sends chills down you spine. Mingyu watches you, waiting for your response but you dont move. Your ex-boyfriend, Jaemin, seized the opportunity while there was silence to approach your table. "Hey" he greeted, a unreadable look in his eyes "Its been a while. I've missed you" Before you could come up with a response, Mingyu, sensing the discomfort, stepped in "We're having a private dinner here. I think its best you leave us be," he states, a subtle intensity in his tone.

Jaemin, now growing upset "I just wanted to talk, catch up. Is that too much to ask?" You look up at him in disgust. How can you try and "catch up" after what he had done to you. he cheated. gaslight you. and now he wants to "talk?". Mingyu catches the look you gave him and returns to Jaemin, his gaze hardening. "Look, she's moved on. Maybe you should to instead of being a dick. Respect her boundaries" Mingyu spits and you can see Jaemin getting progressively angrier. The tension escalated quickly, creating an uncomfortable silence. You apperciated Mingyu stepping in, but it might have made the conflict worst. "Jaemin. Just go." You try and say sternly but you end up sounding like a 6 year old "Why? I know you miss me" you scoff "Me? Miss you? Never. Nobody wants you here so leave." You say sternly, keeping eye contact with him "Whatever, you're gonna come back crawling in a month anyways" Jaemin rushes out of the restaurant leaving you and Mingyu together once again "Sorry.." you mumble "Dont be. He's the one who should apologize for causing such a scene" Mingyu tsks, leaning back in his seat.

The waiter brings you your food, which you both enjoy while talking about all sorts of thinks, and at the end of the day you ended up agreeing to going to Mingyu's next football game "I'll save you the best seats, where you'll get to see the best view of me" Mingyu smirks "Thanks, want me to bring anything?" you walk up the stair of your dorm "Like?" Mingyu asks and you shrug "flowers? somthing to celebrate your win?" You suggest and Mingyu lets out a little laugh "What?" You turn to face him now that you've reached your door "You're so sure I'm gonna win, huh?" Mingyu teases and your face gets a little hot "What? are you not gonna win for me" You tease back "Oh trust me I'll make sure I win" You'd never truly noticed how amazing Mingyu was. Spending the whole day with him really changed how you saw him, he was caring, protective, defiantly a flirt, but you knew that even before you got to know each other, and funny. "Thanks for today, really" Mingyu smiles warmly "Me too, How about we plan something again sooner?" he asks "I'd like that" You smile up at him. "Get some sleep, i'll see you tomorrow" Mingyu backs away from the door and begins going down the stairs "Goodnight" you call out "goodnight, my love". You're left standing there, feeling all warm and fluffy on the inside because of this new nickname. You quietly enter your dorm, removing your shoes and going to get read for bed. Once you had changed into you pajama's you flopped onto the bed and opened your phone to see your lockscreen full of notifications from one person "Na Jaemin." The warmth Mingyu had left you with suddenly disappeared as you read the texts he had left you "Baby, I'm sorry I got mad." "How are you feeling? Do you want me to drop off some food for you?" "Who was that guy you were with?" "Baby??" "Honey?" "answer me" The text trail went on and on "I still have your stuff, you should come by and get it" "I miss you baby please dont be stubborn with me" This man had the audacity to text you such things and try and call you. You take a deep breath, now frustrated by the whole situation "I'll just deal with this tomorrow" You mumble, pushing away your problems like you normally do. You take one more deep sigh before turning off your lights and going to sleep. You thought you ex was just acting up. Kind of just stuck in his feels or whatever, but you had no idea the lengths this man would do to get you back.

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next chapter coming out 2/3/24 or 2/4/24 😸😸

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Heyy I had this idea for a Jax x Reader one-shot and I absolutely need it written out (Apologizes if that sounded bossy lol)

Essentially late at night in the Circus and the reader can’t sleep because of a spider in their room so they goes into Jax’s to sleep with him instead. Being the guy he is, he teases her for being scared of the spider. After some conversation he asks them to show him it. At that point it’s revealed that Jax actually planted the spider there to mess with them lol

Arachnid.

Summary: Reader trys to go to sleep, but unfortunately cannot due to the massive eight legged creature on their wall. They go to jax, cuz he's tall (and also a comfort source) to get it down. Afffter that him being jax he messes with them and then they find out he put it there!!

A/n : no no no no, that's completely okay, I love hearing your requests and stuff,(I NEED IDEAS PLS) don't worry about being too bossy 😭

Warnings: Jax being jax, andff spiders!

Side note: I'M RUNNIN OUT OF JAX GIFS PLEASE HELP , and here's the spider were using for reference!!! TRIGGER WARNING, PHOTO OFA SPIDEF

Just like... Picture it bigger ykwim?

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You got into the cosy area of your bed, smiling as your head hit the pillow. You sighed, fully adjusting untill you hear small tapping above your head, you opened your eyes softly, looking up to see a small spider on the wall above your head. You shreaked, covering your mouth and crawling to the other side of the bed slowly. You gasped into your hands, and you stared. It stared back. You got up, maintaining eye contact as you left your room, running over to the purple rabbit.. Bunny? You shook your head, now's not the time.

Quickly, you knocked on his door. He didn't answer the first time, so you knocked again. And again. Aaand agai-

He slammed the door open, rubbing his eyes as he did. He placed a hand on his hip, the other one on the door. "Jax. Jax there is a MASSIVE spider in my room and i-" you were freaking out, hands shaking.

He interrupted you. "You woke me up at, what, 3 am for a SPIDER? are you SERIOUS??" he whisper yelled at you, he really regretted doing this stupid thing now. You nodded quickly with the most serious look on your face. "Can- can I just sleep with you? Please?" THAT was enough to make him laugh. He chuckled softly, "If it gets you off my back, I'll kill the thing and you can sleep in my room tonight. Deal?" and started walking down the hallway with you. You smiled softly, glad that that... Thing would be off your walls.

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You stared, eyes wide and mouth agape as he just... Picked the thing up. Not a care in the world about how it could bite him. You frowned. "How are you so calm right now?!" You whisper yelled. He shrugged. "Unlike soome people I can actually handle a few of these guys. Say, do you think it had baby's?" He said, so nonchalantly that it genuinely scared you. You let out a little 'eep!' As he brought his arm (with the spider STILL IN IT) towards you, he laughed when you practically launched yourself across the room.

You stared at him for a moment, very intensly untill you realized. "JAX OH MY GOD YOU [BLEEP]LE!" You screatchd at him, and he laughed even harder, setting the spider down outside of your room. You were panting, attempting to calm yourself down, which was not working by the way! He walked back in, standing by your doorframe and sighed, staring at your shaking form. He rolled his eyes and started to walk down the hallway past your room.

"Alright, Alright pack it up Worrywart. You coming or not?" He asked, peaking his head back into your room before fully walking out. You quickly ran out behind him, no way you were sleeping in here after that! What if it.. What if it actually did have baby's?

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Bonus: You smiled softly, content in jax's arms. He wasn't used to the cuddling, or whatever but did he enjoy it? Yes. Yes he did, and there was no doubt about that. He sighed as you snuggled into him further. You closed your eyes fully, finally relaxing and not worrying about.. Little demons with eight legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you drifted off, thinking about whatever adventure you would have to endure tomorrow.

A/n : YIPPELELELE FINNALLLYY DINENENEEE!!!!!

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Unwanted: Chapter 12, Unlucky - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of violence.

Word Count: 1.2k

Previously On...: You learned the extend of Rhodey's condition and, based on Sam's testimony, Carthage is to be held responsible. When Tony ripped into her, Bucky came to her rescue. Much to your embarrassment, Tony called out his penchant for being there for Carthage over you in front of the entire team. Sam overhears how you want Carthage gone; he suggests you, he, and Natasha talk.

A/N: Some interesting information is revealed. Interesting information indeed. This is a scheduled post, so I hope I'm having a good time in NoLa right now! lol

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

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Moments later, the three of you were holed up in your room, as it was on the floor closest to the med bay. You and Nat sat on the couch while Sam, who had quickly rinsed himself of Rhodey’s blood in your shower, and was now wearing your terrycloth robe, sat in one of your armchairs. While passing Jade’s room, you’d put an ear to her door and heard her still crying, the low thrum of Bucky’s voice as he tried to reassure her.

“Spill,” said Nat eagerly. “Who knows how much time we have before Barnes gets back.”

“Yeah, on second thought, this might not have been the best place for a clandestine meeting,” Sam said.

“Just talk!” you urged him.

“Okay, okay!” he began. “So, I think we were set up.”

You and Nat both gasped simultaneously. “You’re not suggesting–” you said, just as Nat said:

“You think Carthage faked the intel?”

Sam shrugged. “I can’t prove it, but none of it adds up,” he said. “To be honest, she was pretty useless on the entire mission. Didn’t come up with a single piece of intel until that final night, and it just so happened to point to an abandoned Hydra base? Come on, man, what are the odds of that?” Sam scoffed. 

“We told her protocol dictated we report it back to command, then wait for back up if the intel was deemed worthy of investigating. She got real insistent we check it ourselves, told us it was probably nothing, but even if it was something, it’d just be an abandoned spot. Said her source told her it had a motherlode of dirt on Hydra operatives in positions in international governments. If we could bring it home, we’d be single handedly exposing the very inner workings of Hydra, and how could we not do that? Rhodey wanted to go interrogate her ‘source’ himself, but Jade wouldn’t give it up; said he just had to trust her.” Sam snorted. “Girl, please. You’re a fucking snake.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that; you’d had essentially the same thought, once upon a time.

“Everything we do to try to convince her to hold off, she fights us on. There was nothing we could say to get her to let go of the idea. But we’re thinking Probie just wants to prove herself in the field, right? We’ve all been there. When she took off, we followed her. Figured we’d at least have her six if something went screwy, and we weren’t going to get reamed out by Cap and Stark if something happened to her out there. But here’s the thing:” Sam scootched forward until he was sitting at the very edge of his seat. “She went in there well before us. By at least three, maybe five minutes, okay?” You and Nat both nodded. “So, my question then becomes, ‘how come the shooting don’t start until after me and Rhodey go in?’ ‘s almost like she went in first and gave them the signal to start firing.” You and Nat stared at each other, wide-eyed. It was speculative, true, but…

“And she don’t come out with a scratch, or a drop of blood on her.” Sam continued. “Plus, I checked her clips when she was sleeping on the flight home. Girl didn’t fire a single shot. Me and Rhodey are in a shootout for our lives, and she doesn’t fire one bullet? Almost like she knew she didn’t need to defend herself.”

“Or you,” Nat added thoughtfully.

“Sam,” you began slowly, “I hate her more than everyone else in this building, but you’re making a really heavy accusation. We would need real, hard evidence in order to do anything about it. She could just really be that incompetent.”

“That’s why I’m comin’ to the two of you,” he grinned. “Computer genius and a super spy. Shouldn’t be hard for the two of you to help Ole Sammy out.”

“Ugh, I hate it when you refer to yourself as ‘Ole Sammy,’” Nat bemoaned. “But I’ll reach out to some of my old KGB contacts. See what they drum up. Pocket, can you go through the Tower’s systems, see if she’s tried to access anything she shouldn’t have? Anything that sets off alarm bells?”

You nodded. “Yeah, that’ll be easy enough.”

“Good,” said Sam, standing up. “In the meantime, this stays between the three of us. Pocket, you gonna be able to keep this from Tin Man? He’s a little too cozy with her for my taste.”

You snorted at that. “Yeah, mine, too. Don’t worry, I won’t say a word.”

“Neither will I,” Nat promised.

“Alright then, ladies, meeting adjourned.” Sam said as he walked to the door. You followed him, wanting to see him out. As you opened the door for him, you met Bucky in the hallway, leaving Jade’s room. 

“Hey there, Buck,” Sam smiled cheerfully before giving you a peck on the head. “Thanks for the chat, Baby Girl. I’ll see you later.”

You and Bucky watched him walk down the hall before he turned to you, eyes narrowed. “Care to tell me why Big Bird is coming out of our room wearing nothing but your robe?” he asked carefully.

“We’re obviously having an affair,” you said dryly, walking back into your room, him right at your heels.

“Well, if it walks like a duck,” Bucky’s voice was angry as he entered your room.

“Are you serious with that right now?” you asked.

“In that case, you’ve been quacking like a duck for a long time now, Barnes,” Nat said from her spot on the couch.

“Oh, hey Nat,” Bucky said, relief washing over his features at knowing you and Sam hadn’t been alone.

Nat stood up and made her way to the door. “I’m gonna head out, let you two work through your ducking issues. See you later, Pocket. Barnes; nice projection work just now.” With a nod, she was gone.

“Listen, Pocket,” Bucky, blatantly ignoring Nat's jab, began, “about earlier…”

“I get it, Buck,” you said, sighing. “You were just trying to protect your friend. I’ll be honest and tell you that I didn’t love the way it looked, and it was embarrassing. But I’m not holding it against you. How can I when you wherefor looking out for someone you care about, even though I really wish you would care about literally anyone else but her? Sorry– that was petty.” You sighed. “Tony made it worse. He’s the one I’m furious with, not you.”

“Thank you for understanding, doll.” He kissed your forehead. “Stark had no right to yell at her like that. He was way outta line.”

“Oh, I’m completely on Tony’s side about that,” you said, holding up a hand when he began to argue with you. “But you and I are going to have to agree to disagree there.”

The corner of his mouth turned up in a cute half-grin. “Alright, sweetheart.” He pulled you to him. “I’m just sorry your special day got overshadowed by all this other shit. I know!” He looked down on you, grinning. “Why don’t you pack a bag and first thing tomorrow, you and I’ll drive Upstate, find ourselves a nice little BnB, and spend the rest of the weekend celebratin’, just the two of us? Maybe we can drive out to the Catskills, find a nice spot to look at the stars. You always complain how you can never see them in the city.”

“Yeah, Buck,” you said, snuggling close to him. “‘S long as we know Rhodey’s gonna be alright, I would love to do that with you.”

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[islandtarochips]

LIVE BAIT

*Arjun, Jade, Sparrow, Damien and Kanoa was close to the enemies base while Aly was on the coms as she got the eye in the sky*

Aly: It’s HEAVILY guarded. You guys need to find an easy way in.

Kanoa, was looking through the binoculars and saw Aly was right about the area being heavily guarded: So, what’s your plan for getting past those guys?

Arjun, glaring at the enemies: Live BAIT.

Kanoa: Good idea!

Arjun: Which it’ll be you and Damo.

Kanoa/Damien: *looking at Arjun* HEY!

Jade: Come on, you two! You guys have to create a DIVERSION!

Kanoa: What do you want me to do?! Dress in drag and do the HULA?!

*Jade, Sparrow and Arjun looked at each other and smirked at Kanoa*

~not even 5 minutes later~

Kanoa, was wearing a hula skirt and a flower leis while wearing lipsticks and makeup: …………REALLY?!?

Arjun: Not bad, Jade.

Jade: *was holding the lipsticks as she smiled at her work* You should thank Aly for teaching me.

Aly, giggles through the coms: Looking good, Captain~

Kanoa: How come DAMO is not wearing one?!

Damien, wearing an aloha shirt and a short: ……*shrugged*

Sparrow: Because he’s gonna be TRYING to play ukulele for ya!

Kanoa: Ok! This is VERY OFFENSIVE!!!

Jade: But you didn’t COMPLAIN~

Kanoa: That was AFTER I found out SPARROW brought out the hula skirt!

Sparrow: *chuckled*

Arjun: Go on, Toa. Do your distractions.

Kanoa: 🖕 *walked out*

Damien, following behind: *smiled awkwardly at the team* Wish us luck!

Sparrow: Good luck!

Arjun: ……*whispering to Jade* Did you take the photo?

Jade: Yup. Aly, mind sending it to Shark?

Aly: All done~

Arjun: Send me one too, please.

Sparrow: And me!

Arthur’s Note: Most of you guys knows where this came from right? Lol.

Characters (Left -> Right)

Captain Arjun -> @welldonekhushi

Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin -> @sleepyconfusedpotato

Damien “Damo” Whitlock -> @kaitaiga

Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton -> @revnah1406

Alyssa Martinez (Later Alyssa Price) -> @alypink

Kanoa Toa -> Me

[pablogavisgirl]

Broken Love

read part nine ➸ here

I finally updated...lol I've been working and binging Sam and Colby vids🤭 also this is going to be short because its like Pedri's pov from like the time reader was in Càdiz yk?

Barcelona, España Pedri's Pov

"¡Joder!" Pedri shouted slamming his hand on his locker at Camp Nou.

He had waited for everyone else to clear out and go home, he sat there on the bench staring at Gavi's picture on his locker.

Ever since he found out Gavi had flown to Càdiz, after finding out where you were he had been frustrated.

Frustrated he was going to loose you to him. But he wouldn't blame you if you did, he hadn't done anything to get you back or tried to find you.

He didn't spend months worried about you, he spent those five months sleeping with half of Barcelona's women population scandal after scandal.

As the months went by and you still weren't home the more he went through women.

He wasn't happy with himself on the way he was doing it, but sex was the only way that would fill the void you left within him.

Five months ago

[Muñeca🩷]: Me voy de Barcelona por un tiempo, para resolver las cosas, te lo hago saber para que no te preguntes por qué no has sabido nada de mí. (I'm leaving Barcelona for some time, to figure things out, i'm letting you know so you don't wonder why you haven't heard from me.)

seen by you

He groaned pulling out of the girl, as he read your message, not brining himself to continue. "Que pasa?" (Whats wrong?) she asked, leaning on his back her arms wrapping around his bicep.

He shrugged her off the imense guilt hitting him all at once, fuck.

He mentally cursed at himself, dropping his head between his hands, sighing in frustration. He was pissed you had kicked him out after he confessed his feelings for you.

After he expressed he would do anything and risk everything just for you to love him the way he does for you. He would risk his already broken friendship with Gavi just to have you by his side.

Only for you to throw him out like nothing, with little to no explanation. "Lo siento, tienes que irte". Not even bothering to face the girl as he got up from his bed pulling his boxers and joggers back on. (I'm sorry, you have to go.)

The girl shrieked hearing his words, "¿Pero por qué? ¡Prometiste que nos íbamos a divertir!" she pouted at him. (But why? You promised we were going to have fun!)

Scoffing as she watched him walk out, laying back on the bed irritated at the fútbol star.

He sat on his couch rubbing his temples in attempt to grasp the situation. Where were you going? How long would you be gone for? Why all of sudden did you need an out of nowhere vacation?

His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of knocking, a part of him was hopeful it was you.

But the odds weren't on his side it was Gavi. Pedri stepped aside letting Gavi through.

They both sat on the couch silence overtaking them, "Puedes tenerla. Está claro que le gustas más". Gavi sighed choking out his words, a pang in his chest as he said it. (You can have her. It's clear she likes you better.)

Pedri's head shooting up, looking at Gavi, "Hermano." he whispered in shock. (Brother.)

"No quiero luchar por alguien que no me quiere, se acabó, tú ganaste". Gavi hung his head low, avoiding Pedri's stare. (I don't want to fight for someone who doesn't want me its over you won.)

He stared at his best friend and saw how defeated he looked. He only looked this way after a bad match or bad practice, but seeing the way he looked knowing it was because of him.

Knowing because it was him who couldn't help and stay away from the girl, he knew his bestfriend liked but wouldn't admit.

The door from his bedroom creaked open, he mentally cursed at himself forgetting the girl was still here.

Gavi brought his head up, his eyes in disbelief watching a girl step out, her hair wild, makeup smudge, her face worn out.

Gavi's devistation turned to anger, "¿Estás bromeando, joder?" He laughed dragging a hand through his face. (Are you fucking kidding me?)

"¿Estás follando a otras chicas?" He shouted, trying to keep his calm. (Your fucking other girls?)

"Gavi, Escucha, no es lo que parece". Pedri tried explaining, but it was what it looked like, there was no explanation to his actions he himself couldn't even understand why he slept with some random girl he picked up at the bar. (listen it's not what it looks like.)

"Me la quitaste, joder, la besaste dos veces, te peleaste conmigo por ella, joder, tío, eres increíble". Gavi laughed, wiping a hand on his face. (You fucking took her away from me, you fucking kissed her twice, you fucking fought me over her, fuck man you're unbelievable.)

Gavi's phone suddenly pinged an incoming message, he knew it was from you since he had a specific ring tone for your messages.

His heart skipped a beat when he geard if, he hadn't heard that sound in months, he immediately pulled out his phone,

[Y/n❤️]: Sé que soy la última persona de que quieres saber algo de, pero solo te hago saber que me voy de Barcelona por un tiempo. Cuídate Pablito :) (I know i'm the last person you want to hear from, but I'm just letting you know I'm leaving Barcelona for a while. Take care Pablito :))

"se va". Gavi looked up from his phone to meet Pedri's eyes. (She's leaving.)

Present Time

He was now in the parking lot in his car staring at the wall infront of him. His mind did often wander to you, where were you? Were you ok? Who were you with?

He rubbed his temples, everytime you came up on his mind a migraine would consume him. He groaned throwing his head back on the seat.

He knew that the headaches were a symptom from the guilt he felt, from all the false promises he made you.

All the times he spent comforting you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, all the times he promised he would heal you from Gavi, all meant nothing now.

You were gone, months passed and you never came back. He moved on, he forgot your smile, the feeling of your lips on his, your laugh no longer replayed in his mind.

You were just someone that he used to know.

Or so he thought, he had manage to push anything related to you to the back of his mind, but when it came out that Gavi had gone to Càdiz to find you it all came back to him.

He was now pulling out of the parking lot, waiting this long had its perks, the fans had cleared out from the street and he didn't have to stop and let anyone interrupt his thoughts.

He drove around more, stopping in front of what once used to be your apartment. Nobody knows this not even you or Gavi, although he had been fucking around with other girls.

He did still have hope that you would come back to Barcelona one day, the first couple months he continued to pay off your rent, so if you did come back you would still have your home.

The home the both of you shared yall's first kiss.

But eventually when reality hit him, that you weren't coming back he stopped. He watched as a young couple moved into your apartment. He watched as Isabella came and cleared your old stuff you had left behind.

He watched as the memories you both made in that apartment disappear, he began driving again this time his steering wheel taking him to the beach.

He got out his car and walked towards the water sitting down on the sand, the same spot the last kiss you both had shared.

Sunsets were you and Gavi's thing but the moon watching the moonlight and the stars glisten from the water reflecting on them were you and his thing.

You two would spend hours talking under the stars, admiring the moon, you pointed out once how his eyes shined when the moon reflected on them.

He smiled at the memory, on instinct he patted the spot next to him hoping to feel you next to him.

But of course nothing, because in reality you weren't next to him complementing his eyes or listing all the things you loved about him. Or cuddled up next to him, while watching a movie together after a long practice or rough match.

Because in reality, you were in Càdiz in Gavi's arms kissing him, happy at the thought you finally got the boy you had been longing for.

Because in reality he knew no matter how hard he tried to make you fall for him, you were Gavi's girl and your heart would always belong to him.

Because in reality he knew he had lost you, he lost you the second Gavi arrived to Càdiz to find you. While all he did was sit and watch the waves crash on the rocks.

He had lost, and fuck did it hurt, but he gave up on you. He broke his promises, he erased you from his life by surrounding himself with other women.

He didn't care anymore he had moved on, or he kept telling himself that, hoping that one day he would believe it.

Because he knew no matter how many girls he went out with, or slept with none of them were you.

None of them had your smile or eyes. None of them had your laugh that could cause his heart to flutter everytime he heard it.

Because in this moment he knew what he had been pushing away for months, he knew no matter how much he trued to deny it that it would always come back.

"Joder, te amo Y/n". He whispered, staring at your contact in his phone, hesitating, he pressed call. (Fuck, I love you Y/n.)

He waited anxiously as his phone rang waiting for you to pick up. His heart beating fast, praying you would answer.

No more than ever he needed to hear your voice.

"Pedri?"

Your voice rang through his ears, his heart fluttering after months of not hearing your voice.

"Hola." He whispered, a smile spreading across his face. "¿Cómo has estado?" (Hey, how have you been?)

"Quien es?" He heard Gavi's voice, his heart dropping hearing the phone immediately hang up. (Who is it?)

That was it, Gavi won. He had lost you.

Pretty short but I promise the next two chapters since they are the final ones will be LONG, but anyways this was just Pedri's pov something different since he kind of disappeared the last two chapters, I hoped you guys liked it, ciao las amo 🩷

[joviepog]

Ceux qui nous détruisent

Translation: the ones who destroy us

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Warnings: Lots of mentions of blood, death, running away, fire, arson,

Pronouns: she / they

Word count: 637

Tag list: @gaytoadwithapopsicle @haunted-headset @ax-y10 @loversj0y @lillylvjy @lanaxoxoxoxoxox @phxntomsdusk @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @when-you-cant-think-of-anything @danny-yagami @poraphia

Anything else: this is like, the gist of a story I’m working on rn. Also I wrote this with a song! So if u want, you can listen while you read! You would most likely have to time your reading with the music lolz. (YFN means Your friend’s name!) if I missed any warning let me know!

Ps. I will be using the same siren photo for all of my siren stories lol.

This story is NOT proofread

Listen to this while you read! Try timing your reading with the story! :D

“Wait!” You screamed as you see your parents get dragged away by the police. Blood dripping from your head and tears flowing from your eyes.

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“Get them!” A worker yelled as you and your best friend ran off into the cold night. You two decided to never come back to that orphanage

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“Hide here.” You say as you look through the trash. “It’s going to be okay.” You say with a smile as they sit beside your legs. They’re trembling, scared.

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“School isn’t that bad.” They nudge your shoulder and you roll your eyes as blood drips from your cheek. “Sure thing boss.” They laugh.

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“You dont have to risk your life to save me!” They cough as you run towards the smoke. “I do. I took this job so that i can get you your meds.” You yell back, annoyed.

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“YN!” You turn around to see them on the floor, coughing blood. “YFN!” You shout as you run towards them, fighting of villains. Save your breath…

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“You’re going to die!” You shout at them. As you protect yourself. “It’s okay.” They say with a smile. “NO ITS NOT! JUST- just stay alive!” They sigh. “You know i wont make it another week either way.”

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You carry their body to the hospital, angry that the heroes didn’t help you save them. You regretted ever becoming a hero. You wished death upon them.

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You set an apartment on fire just to catch the hero’s attention to let them know you were a villain. You laugh as you see the building go up in flames, crazed.

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You train and train for years. Trying to get your body enough strength to fight heroes. You knew their weaknesses. You knew their strengths. You just hoped they didn’t become stronger.

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You become a villain, working along side them. You worked together with Siren for most of this time. You hates to admit it, but he was the only decent villain that you could talk with.

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“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?”

“YOU’RE GONNA RUIN THE PLAN!”

You shrug and give them a smirk. “Oh well.”

You grab the lighter from my pocket and set the building on fire. Going against the villains. Trust no one.

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You work alone, fighting the villains, fighting the heroes. You never let you guard down. Your only goal was to kill the main hero, dream. You just wanted to see the hero’s downfall.

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You become friends outside of your villain life with a man named Wilbur, finally letting your guard down. After some time, you begin to have a crush on him. After some time, you two start to date.

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Siren begins to pop out of nowhere, when you’re fighting the heroes, he’s there helping you. When you’re fighting the villains, he’s there flirting with you, giving you tips, not exactly helping you

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You make a deal with the villains, helping them destroy the heroes. You then go on a mission with them, Siren right beside you the whole time.

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Siren gets badly hurt, bleeding from his chest. “Just wait here Siren!” You begin to cry, “I’ll go get Tommy.”

“No. just stay.” He sighs.

“I’ll be right back..” you hated yourself for letting this happen again.

he grabs your hand, “YN. Stay.”

“No-“ you paused “Wait.”

He takes off his mask and there he is. Wilbur, the love of your life. He laughs, “this isnt how this was supposed to go.

You start to bawl, “Wilbur! I’m so sorry. This is my fault. We should have never gone on this stupid mission. I should have protected you. I should have-“

“Its fine YN, just… stay.” He breaths out, “Plus, how was i supposed to show that i was better than you?”

You laugh as you sit beside him on the alley’s wall, still crying.

Suddenly you don’t hear his shaky breathing.

…

“Wilbur?”

“WILBUR!”

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[corroded-hellfire]

theres so many fics about the reader learning dnd for eddie but what about a fic where eddie has to learn about something the reader is super into and he doesnt fully get it but hes supportive anyways

This is the sweetest concept! Eddie would completely support you in whatever you love.

I went fully self-indulgent with this request and made the reader a musical theatre nerd. I was just thinking of a big musical that came out in the 80′s at first and picked Les Misérables. It wasn’t until I started writing that it occurred to me how Joseph has his own connections to Les Mis lol. So, it started out as a coincidence but then I HAD to do it.  

Words: 1.4k

“Eddie,” you say with a laugh. “You don’t have to do this.”

He fusses with the buttons on his nice white shirt, tongue poking out in concentration as he looks in the mirror.

“How many times have you sat through a D&D game for me? Even when you had no idea what was going on,” he asks as he fumbles with his top button.

“A lot,” you admit with a sigh. With a soft smile, you take Eddie’s hands in your own and lower them from the buttons. “You can leave the top one open. It looks sexy.”

He huffs a laugh and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“I want to do this,” Eddie tells you quietly. You move to let go of his hands, but he catches them and brings them up to his lips. He presses a kiss to the back of each of your hands. “Plus, I’ve heard the music before. You know, only every time I’ve spent time at your house.”

You giggle and a light blush comes to your cheeks.

“I know, I’m going to wear the record out,” you say.

“That’s fine,” he says with a shrug. “Pretty sure my Metallica cassette is on borrowed time, too.”

“Still, it can be hard to follow,” you tell Eddie, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “The whole thing is sung through. It’s basically an opera.”

“Babe,” Eddie whines. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls your body flush up against his. “You sit through Hellfire meetings. You come to every Corroded Coffin show. You’ve listened to me ramble on and on about things you have absolutely no clue about. You read The Hobbit for me.”

“I liked it!” you interject. “I like doing all of those things.”

“Exactly,” he says, raising his eyebrows at you. “So, why do you think I’m not going to like doing this?”

“It’s not your thing,” you point out with a shrug, avoiding his eyes.

Eddie pinches your chin between his fingers and lifts your head until you meet his eyes.

“You’d never heard a Metallica song in your life until you met me. Wasn’t your thing. Why won’t you just let me be interested in what you like?”

He’s right and you know it. With a nod, you let out a sigh.

“You’re right, Eddie. I’m sorry. I guess it’s a little bit of a sore spot since I used to get made fun of for liking musicals.”

“I will never make fun of you for enjoying something. Anyone who does that is an asshole. And you know that I know something about being picked on for interests,” Eddie says. 

His hands rest on your hips and you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“You’re the best,” you whisper to him. “And you look very handsome.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and looks down at his outfit.

“Look nice all cleaned up, don’t I? Who knew I had it in me?”

“You always look nice, so shut up,” you say, hitting his chest lightly. “But you did a great job picking these clothes out. I’m very impressed.”

“I just walked through the store thinking, ‘What would Harrington wear?’”

You laugh and shake your head at your boyfriend. 

“Come on, you,” you say. “We should head out in case there’s traffic.”

 The two of you climb into Eddie’s van and he starts the engine. Before he pulls out on the road though, he reaches down and grabs a plastic bag on the floor at your feet.

“What’s that?” you ask as he rifles through it.

“These fancy clothes aren’t all I picked up at the mall,” he says. “Aha.” He pulls a cassette out of the bag, sheds it of its case, and pops into the player.

“Who dropped a new album?” you ask.

“Um,” Eddie’s eyes scan the case in his hands, trying to find a name. You’re expecting any number of metal bands you’ve become acquainted with since dating Eddie, or even a brand new one he discovered. What you did not expect was the name of a musical theatre composing genius. “Stephen Sondheim. Did I say that right?”

“Sondheim?” your eyes widen, and you grab the case from his hands. “Into the Woods? Eddie! This is amazing. You didn’t have to -.”

“If you say that one more time, you get no sex for a week. No, a month!” Eddie says as he pulls out of the trailer park.

“Ha!” you bark out. “Alright, say hello to your right hand for me, then.”

“Okay fine, I take it back,” Eddie says. 

The cheery opening notes of Into the Woods play over the speakers of Eddie’s van and it’s odd to hear anything other than rock emanating into the air of the old vehicle. 

You reach Indianapolis before the B side of the tape finishes and Eddie’s van sticks out like a sore thumb in the parking lot of the performing arts center. Eddie opens the passenger door for you, and you hop out, smoothing down your black skirt. He threads his fingers with yours and swings your hands gently between the two of you as you walk to the building.

The seats you had gotten were pretty good, and you’d have a great view of everything happening in the show. Eddie looks at the program held in his hands. Les Misérables the big white letters stare back at him. He flips through the pages, and you can’t help but smile as you watch his eyes scan back and forth as he reads through the program. Even dressed in his sophisticated shirt and pants, he still looks like your metalhead boyfriend, and you love it. He hadn’t wanted to wear his rings at first, but you assured him they were fine. You were so glad he did because you know he would’ve felt naked without them. The peek of his pick necklace hanging against his pale chest where his white shirt parts makes your heart rate pick up. Eddie is sitting here in a performing arts center, about to watch a musical with you, and you want to pinch yourself. The man of your dreams taking you to see the show you’d been dying to see on tour? You couldn’t imagine anything better.

As the lights dim in the theatre, Eddie places the program in his lap. He looks over at you with a smile and slips his hand into yours. He doesn’t let go of you the whole first act. He does, however, keep sneaking glances over at you that you don’t see. You’re so engrossed in the show, and while Eddie is enjoying it too, he’s enjoying seeing how happy you are even more. Sometimes your lips would move just slightly, like you were singing the words along with the actors. Eddie wasn’t sure if you even knew you were doing it. 

As the lights come back on as act one ends and the fifteen-minute intermission starts, you look over at your boyfriend with pure glee on your face. He can’t help but grin as he takes you in. Your face is flushed in excitement and you’re almost bouncing up and down,

“That was really good,” he says. “I think that last song there was my favorite one so far.”

“One Day More? Oh, I know! That’s one of my favorites as well,” you tell him. You’re practically buzzing in your seat, and it makes Eddie giggle. He doesn’t know the last time he actually giggled like a schoolgirl. 

“Who’s your favorite character?” Eddie asks.

A frown pinches your face, and you purse your lips together. Eddie knows it’s only a look of concentration, but he desperately wants the smile to come back. 

“That’s hard,” you say. “I like a lot of them. Hmm. It’s either Eponine or Enjolras.”

Eddie’s lips press into a thin line as he looks at you, making you chuckle.

“The poor girl in the brown coat and the leader of the students in the red vest,” you tell him.

“Oh!” Eddie says. “Yeah, I like the dude in the red vest. He’s cool. Good leader.”

You nod, trying to keep your face neutral so you don’t give away what happens to him in the second act. 

“I’m not a fan of the police guy,” Eddie tells you. “He’s a dick.”

“Pretty much,” you agree. “I get he’s only trying to do his job, but he still bugs me.”

Eddie brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it.

“I’m really happy to be here with you,” Eddie says. 

“Me too,” you say. “Like, I’m not sure I’ve ever been happier.”

Eddie leans over and presses a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I’m just going to have to take you to see more musicals then, aren’t I?”

[ihopesocomic]

"though certain individuals have made a point of complaining about it while criticising the comic" Yikes, what a dick move. As somebody who has my own criticisms concerning the comic (although I enjoy it overall), I gotta say an upload schedule should have no bearing on the quality of the work. Especially when most comic creators do this as a hobby. I personally don't read comics page-by-page because I like to review them once a full chapter or whatever is out. It's not hard to be a fair critic.

Thank you, anon. It's also no coincidence that the same people who partake in this kind of criticism are also My Pride fans nine times out of ten and don't seem to get that there's just two of us and we don't have a team or Canadian taxpayer money in order to deliver content every single month. Then again, they still continue to consume the comic anyway after nearly 20 chapters despite claiming to hate it and us as people so we must be doing something right. lol

Oh, and sidenote: it's also pretty telling how that particular fandom is like this and yet they're also scratching their heads and wondering where Season 2 is after three years. Food for thought.

Anyway, you bring up a really good point, anon. If some folks can't be patient, I also feel that's entirely a them problem.

I know the pacing of this comic isn't perfect (hence why we wish to redo the first two chapters, for example) but when you're comparing it to an animated series or another format that has different pacing rules entirely or you're just using the upload schedule against it, that's pretty bad faith criticism about stuff we really can't control. le shrug - RJ